Storiesonline.net ------- Growing Up by Chowhound99 Copyright© 2002 by Chowhound99 ------- Description: I was naive but a cousin and aunt taught me things I hadn't known before. What I learned from them opened another world for me. Codes: MF mf Mf mF mm Mult cons dru inc cous aunt neph exhib safe oral size lac preg ------- ------- Characters: In, around and about the story. FAMILY: DAN- Just turned 18 year old, 5'6" definitely not a jock, has a disability, left leg two inches shorter than right, coddled by his mom for sixteen years, was naive about life until he moved in with Nathan and Ida, his Aunt and Uncle. NATHAN & IDA- Uncle & Aunt 61 & 56 respectively, farming couple RITA & NINA- mom & daughter, Rita is sister of Nathan, daughter Nina is 16 year old, cousin of Dan. Both are promiscuous. FARM WORKERS & Children FRANK-45 & DONNA-43 Gay-17, Blonde & shoulder length, current love of Dan, Ben-16, Gerry-15, Boyd-14, Gina-13, Brock-12. JOE-45 & JOAN-42 Joey-14, Tina-12, Tim-10. HAL-39 & WANDA-37 Jamie-18, Ginny-17, Todd-16, Tad-15. School: Mrs. Jana Anderson- HS office worker, daughter Pam-16. Ms Mimi Peters- Teacher, homeroom & English ; Roommate: Fran, senior in college Butch, school bully - Longtime friends of Nathan & Ida Eddie-45 (mechanic), wife Valerie-36, daughter Susan- 19, got preg 2nd year in college Jonah-25, & Jean-22, Jonah works for Eddie and they have 1 month old baby. ------- Chapter 1: I Get Even I established myself in the new school six weeks after I enrolled. Never before had a girl come to me and want to talk, much less eight or mine. Never had a boy approached me, put his arm around my shoulder, and told me I did a good job. For ten years I had searched out groups of boys hoping to find at least one who would befriend me. I had been protected by mom for sixteen years, due to a disability of having one leg two inches shorter than its mate. Mom protected me while I was with her, which was almost constantly, and I heard the names I was called at school but that only lasted until mom had a talk with my teachers and the name calling stopped. I was at a new school now and mom was no longer around and my Uncle Nat said I was going to be required to stand up for myself. What Nat threatened seemed much more severe than getting an ass whipping from a bigger boy. He caused me to make my first big decision. I waited by the dumpster and he walked up to me, and stopping within inches, started with the names. Looking towards the other boys, smiling, while building up support for his authoritative figure, I heard them laughing while I listened to the names I had heard many times before. He saw the two by four coming because he managed to raise an arm to block most of the force. The noise the board made as it struck, combined with the sound of cracking bones, and lastly his frightening scream, had attracted the attention of not only nearby students, but two teachers also. I was suspended for five days and the morning I went back to school, I learned later, was the first day of my life. I stepped on the school bus and took my usual seat in the front. I was barely seated when I heard Nina call to me, "Dan, come back and sit with me please." Never had I been invited to the back of the bus where there was always laughter and pleasantries happening. "Are you sure you want me to sit with you." I questioned. I had asked the question and after I spoke I waited for a response, unsure if she was merely trying to embarrass me. She had done this the first week I rode the bus and had told me to move when a friend boarded. "Yes, please," she added. "I will sit by you but I will not give up the seat when we reach Gay's stop." I walked back and sat beside her, noticing she was wearing one of my favorite dresses. "I am sorry I treated you so badly before, I was a total ass and I apologize for it." She hooked her arm in mine and pulled me close as she spoke and I felt her breast pressing against my arm. "You are our hero and I don't want the other girls to get near you. You are the first boy to ever stand up to Butch, and I know you are going to be getting a lot of comments and offers from many other girls. I just want you to know I think you are the super," she said as she pulled my arm tighter against her breast. I could see the material was loose at her top and I saw her nipple. I knew she was doing it purposely because I saw her glance down and squeeze tighter fully aware I was looking. The noise drew my attention from her breast as I heard Ben shout at me, "Way to go man, you put a hurting on him. Hey, it's good to see you back again and I hope you enjoyed your vacation." He walked past and sat at his usual seat in the back, age having authority in this case. Gerry, Ben's sister, was in most of my classes, said, "Your homework has been piling up. I wanted to bring it to you but the teachers said since you were suspended you would get zeros but I talked to Coach and he said you needed to talk to each teacher, considering the circumstances. Can I walk to class with you when you get to school?" She sat in the seat in front of Nina and I, and Gay, her older sister sat beside her. As the bus stopped and picked up the kids many would shout back to me and wave, offer a thumbs up motion, or shout something to me. I felt a foot taller than my five-six by the time we were at school. When we arrived at school and Nina and Gerry walked me to the principal's office. They had to wait outside as I got the usual talk about how sorry he was for suspending me but since I had used a weapon the penalty was five days minimum to a maximum of expulsion. I was warned about future confrontations with Butch and dismissed. I know I saw a smile on his face when I turned to exit his office. I was standing at the counter waiting for Mrs. Anderson when she looked at me and smiled. She gave me the permission slip to enter my classes and leaned over to me. "You sure made a believer of Butch and there are many in this school who want to thank you, including myself. If you need anything you come see me," whispering where I knew Nina and Gerry couldn't hear. "Mrs. Anderson, I was just tired of the names I was being called but I thank you for you offer," I whispered back at her. Nina, Gerry, and I walked to my class and when we reached the room Nina pulled me to her and kissed my cheek. "I'll see you at lunch," pulling my arm against her tightly before releasing me and walking to her class. Gerry looked at me and said, "She has got to think those tits she has will get her anything. You should call her bluff and make her show them to you sometimes," she said as she opened the door and gestured for me to enter. I walked into the room and most of the girls stood and began clapping. I looked around and when I saw Ms. Peters stand and start clapping I felt seven foot tall. The remainder of the week passed and I saw Butch only at lunch and he was always on the far side of the room with his friends. Nina and Gerry stayed close to me all week and everyday I heard the same comments, I had set the school bully in his place. I got on the bus late Friday and when I passed Gay she spoke to me. "Please sit by me," and she slid from the aisle to the window seat. I sat beside her and spoke to her the first time while on the bus or at school. "I was wondering why you had been avoiding me all week," looking at her with a blank look. "I have been wanting to talk to you all week but you had too big an audience everyday," she said as she was twisting a button on her dress. "What did you want to talk to me about," I asked but still kept a blank expression on my face. "You know the Halloween dance and party is two weeks away." I nodded and she continued, "Butch asked me to go a month ago and everyday he reminds me of the date. I don't want to go with him but he won't let me back out of the date." "Look," I said, "If you don't want to go with him then tell him the date is off. Period." I looked at her and saw she was getting teary eyed. "Could I talk to you sometime this weekend, whenever you have free time," as she looked out the window. I studied her for a minute and finally, "I'll meet you at the pond tomorrow around noon, if that is a good time for you. Nat will let me off tomorrow afternoon. He should because I worked everyday I was suspended, right beside the migrant workers." I waited for her to reply. I saw her smile and she whispered, "I will bring some sandwiches and sodas." The pond was really a stream that ran through my uncle's property but it had been widened years before in case the stream dried up. The stream was normally four to six feet deep and I remembered on a visit many years prior it was only a foot deep. There was evidence it had overflowed and had been wider than two football fields were long. Nina and her mom lived in one of my uncle's houses but Gay, Joey, and Ginny, were children whose fathers worked for my uncle. They were farmers and all were hard working and when they had gatherings everyone had a good time. They always had some home brew and the kids were allowed a small drink. When Gay's stop came and she left the bus, Nina came up and sat beside me. "Will you come over tonight? This is Friday and mom always goes out and I can stay at home and we can be alone." She had my arm hooked in hers and was pressing her breast against my arm tight. I wanted to say she would have to entice me but I thought about Gerry's earlier remarks. "I have a lot of work before it gets dark and I'll be pooped when I finish. Maybe we can make it another Friday," as I rose to get off at my stop. I looked back at her just before I stepped off the bus and she was smiling. Presumably my answer had made her happy. I walked down the long drive and saw the migrant worker vehicles start down the drive and approach me. They stopped when they came to me. I stood as tall as I could and the driver raised, "We will see you again next year Gringo," smiling as he made a partial salute. His wife was nursing a year old boy and ruffled my hair, "Maybe I feed you next year too," laughing at my embarrassment. They worked for two weeks and every day I was embarrassed when she pulled the giant breast out for the baby to suckle. She blew me a kiss as they pulled away. As the others passed they waved and the children hung out the windows waving till they were on the road and out of my sight. I thought they were lucky because they only went to school about three months a year. I walked into the house and Aunt Ida stopped me, "your uncle has being drinking homebrew and home made wine all afternoon with the migrants, and he just went upstairs to take a nap. You know he is out for the night so its you and I for supper. Let me know what you would like and I'll fix it for you. My treat tonight," she said as she dropped on the sofa. I saw her hit the sofa hard and asked, "By any chance did you get in on the wine and brew this afternoon?" "Yep," was all she said. "Don't worry about supper. I will get a sandwich and some beans later and you can go take a nap with your husband," I said as I rolled my eyes at her. I wasn't expecting a response and I went to my room to change so I could do my chores. I did my chores and started cleaning and servicing the cotton picker. It got dark but I did most of the work. Tomorrow I would have to give it a once over to insure I had properly cleaned and serviced it since I knew it would by picked up by the next afternoon. I worked late to insure I had free time for Gay the following afternoon. I walked up to the house and it was dark. I presumed Nathan and Ida were in bed. I know Uncle Nat is sixty but I have heard him many nights and I knew he was able to make Ida moan and I heard her begging for more many times. I prepared myself three sandwiches and heated up a bowl of left over green beans. I rinsed the bowl and saw a bowl of banana pudding and finished it off. I saw three quart jars and one had an inch of lightning so I capped it and placed it in the cupboard. Normally there were six jars in the cupboard but I could only find five. I rinsed the banana pudding dish and turned the lights out and thought about watching some TV before going to bed. I went to my room and removed my soiled clothes and got in the shower. I thought about Nina's tits rubbing against me and also Gay's nice chest. I soaped my prick and began stroking it. I didn't need much touching as I thought about both girls and I shot my cum against the shower wall. I washed the wall and then my body. I slipped on a pair of shorts and my robe and walked down stairs. I took a soda from the refrigerator and went to the family room. I sat in Nat's chair and switched the TV on with the remote. I jumped when the picture came on and I saw the body on the sofa. I turned the lamp on and I saw Ida lying on the sofa, one foot on the floor. I walked over to her and shook her by the shoulder, "Ida, Ida, Ida," I called to her but she didn't move. I touched her bare arm and she was warm. The lamp didn't put out much light with her in the position she was in so I turned the lamp on at the head of the sofa. She apparently had started undressing but had started putting her nightgown on before she was undressed. Her panties were on one ankle and her dress was unbuttoned completely. She had removed one arm from her bra and it was around one arm and her neck. The same with her dress. One arm was removed from the dress however she had pulled the nightgown over her head before the dress was removed. Her head and one arm were in the hole designed for the neck. I turned and went upstairs to get Nat to come and get her in the bed. I walked into his room and shook him. "Nat, Nat, Nathan," I called loudly. He didn't move and I checked and he was warm. "NATHAN," I called loudly but all I heard was his snoring. I walked downstairs and decided to get Ida to her bed. I tried to get the gown from her head and she was limp. I worked ten minutes and I was at the same place I started. The only difference was her nipples were erect and I touched one. I jumped back as it was stiff. I checked her chest for movement and I could see she was breathing. I stood back and looked over her body. I had never seen a naked woman before and I had only see one tit at a time. I was looking at both of hers. They were almost flat as she lay on her back but the nipples were almost an inch long and about as large as a dime. I touched one and then the other. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and then toward the stairs. I walked up the stairs and into the bedroom, shaking him by the shoulder I called, "NATHAN, NATHAN, NATHAN," getting no response. I closed the door on my way downstairs, I locked the doors when I reached the ground floor. I checked the curtains and made sure they were fully closed also. I got behind Ida and shook her calling, "IDA, IDA, IDA," to which there was no response. I pulled on the bra and finally got it unsnapped. Next I pulled on the nightgown. I managed to get it free from her body however I heard it rip before I had it completely removed. I managed to get the dress from her body and the bra came off easily. I lay her back and removed the panties from her leg and she was now lying before me completely nude. My first look at a nude woman. I had beat off in the shower but I found myself with another erection as I looked at her nude body. I began touching her body, watching her face all the while. I didn't want her to wake and catch me touching her. I played with her nipples for a while. I would pull them and they would stand out from her body but would slowly subside and become flat again. I pulled again and they stayed longer and finally I pulled hard and they were three inches from her chest. Her nipples remained hard. I moved to the end of the sofa and spread her legs. I watched her face but there was no sign she was waking. I moved up closer wanting to get a better look at her pussy. I stuck a finger inside her and she didn't move. I slipped two fingers and watched her face again. I pushed her legs farther apart and saw her pussy open. I slid up closer and spread her legs really wide to see how far her pussy would open. I placed one leg behind my arm to hold her open and put two fingers from each hand into her and pulled her open. I needed to see what was inside. I couldn't see anything so I got up and turned the overhead light on. I sat back down and pushed her leg behind my arm again. This time I placed three fingers on each hand into her and spread her open. As I looked around I could see she was beginning to open and so I placed both hands, using four fingers, and spread her wide. I saw the longer I held her open the wider she got and soon I was looking into her and could see six inches inside. She was pink and dark pink. She was wet and I thought she had pissed on herself however it was slick and gooey, the same as my cum, only not as thick. There was a mini prick at the top of her pussy and I was pulling on it and I wasn't sure but I thought it made her wet herself more. I pulled it hard to see if I could get her to piss herself but nothing happened. My five inch prick felt like it was going to burst so I shifted my position and placed it at her opening. I managed to push it inside but I finally had to press both her legs together before I could feel anything. Once I had her legs together she was really warm against my prick and I moved into her and pulled out. I kept slipping out and about the sixth plunge into her I felt my prick erupting. It felt so good and when I moved it I slipped out of her and I couldn't get back before I finished shooting my fluids on top of and not into her pussy. I must have jumped three feet when the phone rang. I remember rushing to it before it woke Ida. Nina was on the phone. "Will you come over please, I am by myself and lonely," she whined into the phone. "Sorry, but I can't, I an sitting here with my aunt and can't leave right now." I looked over at Ida and she was still out. "OK, if you can't come over here I will come over there." I started to reply but the line was dead. I jumped up and put my aunt's nightgown on her and after stopping two or three times, I finally got her in her bed. I rushed back downstairs and picked up her clothes and carried them to her room. I was straightening the sofa when I saw the missing quart of moonshine wedged in the sofa. Some had spilled but there was still a quarter of a quart remaining. I felt between the cushions and found the top and placed the bottle in the cupboard. I checked the room and saw it looked normal and waited for Nina to arrive. I looked at the clock and saw it was just after eleven. I thought I heard my name called and I opened my eyes and my aunt had her hand on my shoulder. "Dan, its after eight, get up and shower because your breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." I raised up and looked down. My morning erection was poking through the slit in my shorts and my five inches was hard and erect. I covered myself with my robe and rushed to the shower. Nat was just finishing his breakfast and looked rough. He said, "We are going to town and will be gone all day and probably won't be back till late tonight. We had a bumper cotton crop and I have got to talk to some people because we produced more that our allotment. I need you to service the picker and clean it because they will be here this afternoon to load it. Don't forget your chores and if you need anything tell your aunt because today is the day. And don't forget your chores tonight either." He stood and wobbled out of the room while holding his head. "Did you have a good time last night?" Ida asked as she sat my breakfast before me. I didn't respond, really not knowing how to reply or what to say. "If you want to know how I know, well there are many clues. My gown is on backwards and inside out, and my nipples are so sore I can't touch them, and my pussy feels like it has been stretched so much the horses would pass me by." She looked over at me and said, "Next time I want to be awake where I can remember it. "I have to go with your uncle today but next weekend he will go by himself. What if we try again then?" and she walked from the room. The day was a scorcher and I was working in the heat, since I started over two hours late. I was glad I had worked late the night before or else I would have had to pass on meeting Gay. As it was I was on my way to the pond at eleven. I had foregone a shower thinking I would have time for a quick dip before she arrived at noon. I approached the pond and heard splashing. I watched her for fifteen minutes before I emerged from the trees. She hadn't seen me and I slipped off my clothes, less shorts, and jumped in. She let out a yell. "Why didn't you let me know you were here?" she shouted at me. I became defensive and said, "Well if you didn't see me jump in how did you know I was here?" She started laughing, "You scared me!" "Sorry," as I swam up close to her. "I am glad you were in the water because I didn't have a chance to shower before I got here. I have been working and I needed a shower." I swan for a few minutes and came back to her, "are you ready to get out?" "I can't, I don't have a suit on," she said as she swam away. "I know because I have been watching you," and I smiled. "In that case," she swam to where her clothes were and walked from the water. She dressed, fully aware I was watching her, and when she turned I could see her nipples pointing through her damp shirt. I swam to my clothes, slipped on my trousers and walked over to her and asked, "Where are the sandwiches?" I saw the knapsack in the tree just before she reached it. Taking it from the limb, she walked to a grassy area and sat. Opening the knapsack, she spread a small towel where she then placed the contents of the sack. I didn't realize I was hungry until I was eating the chicken and potato salad she had prepared. I looked at the empty containers after we had cleaned them and I realized I had eaten three fourths of what she brought. "I'm sorry but it seems I ate half your lunch," I stated. "I brought it all for you and I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said as she smiled and pulled her hair from her face. We had started in the shade but the sun was just catching her head and her blonde hair looked like silver as the sun struck it. "It was delicious and I didn't realize I was so hungry." I was looking at her hair as the sun seemed to be shining on her and only her. "Thank you." "You're a good cook." "Thank you." "You are beautiful too." She laughed, "You mean I am good looking and I can cook. Is that a compliment coming from a person who has only spoken to me four times in four months?" The sun shining on her hair had me mesmerized and I was beginning to feel a little intimidated by her and I said, "I didn't think you wanted to talk to a younger person." I had almost said boy but I was glad I caught myself at the last moment. We stayed by the pool all afternoon. Much of the time we were talking however there was long moments where we were just looking at one another. We swan one time and she undressed me and allowed me to remove her clothing. I wanted her so badly however I was afraid to make a move towards her. I walked her to within earshot of her house in time for her to help with the family meal. She had taken my hand half way between the pond and her house and I think I became numb on that side of my body. I was halfway through the woods, reflecting on the hand squeeze I received just before she let my hand go and walked to her house. I watched her turn and give a small wave before she went inside. She had wanted to talk to me about something however we never discussed it. I walked through the woods thinking about the afternoon and how much Gay reminded me of mom. She had the same smile, her chuckle sounded almost identical to moms, and she looked like mom from the back, mom just a little larger in the hips. I got an erection as I remembered looking at Gay's conical breasts with the rigid nipples. Her nipples had remained rigid all afternoon. She saw me staring at them many times however she hadn't seemed embarrassed and she never tried to cause me embarrassment. I was brought back to the real world when I tripped and fell. I stood and began laughing as I looked up and realized I had drifted off the path and was in the gully alongside the path. I was still laughing at myself when I reached the barn and started my chores. I fed the few head of stock my uncle kept, two horses, two goats, and six small calves. The calves were payment made to Nat when the sharecropper down the road couldn't come up with the cash for a small tractor. Nat said he took the calves because he knew they wouldn't be properly fed over the winter. I finished my chores and walked towards the house, making the trip past the pool whish hadn't been used in half a dozen years. Nat and Ida had stopped using it when a young boy had drowned in his own pool. Nat just kept it open so I mom and I could swim in it when we visited each summer. As I walked past the fence I decided to tie the goats to the fence a couple of days because the grass was growing up. I got to the house and walked inside. I looked out the window and saw Nina sitting on the front porch. I walked to the front door and she jumped up when she heard me open the door. "Hi, I have been waiting on you. I didn't see your uncle's car so I thought you might be in town, I didn't expect you to come from the back or I would have been sitting back there." She was brushing the back of her shorts as she was talking. "I just finished the chores and was going to take a quick shower and get myself a sandwich," I told her as I held the door open for her. "Where is everyone?" she asked. "Are you here alone and are they coming back soon? I was bored and wanted someone to talk to." "They are in town and won't be back until late, so yes I'm alone for a while." I walked into the kitchen deciding on making a sandwich before I showered since she was here. "Good," she said as she pushed me from the counter and took the plate of roast beef from me and started making sandwiches. "You sit down and I'll make your sandwiches." I looked at her as she prepared the bread and sliced the meat, before carefully laying it on each slice of bread. She was so meticulous, apparently expecting it to taste better since she wanted the meat sitting perfect on the bread. I was looking at her from behind and started comparing her to Gay. I looked at her ass and thought Gay was much nicer. Gay may have smaller breasts however she had pointed nipples. Nina had round breasts and they seemed to sag slightly where Gay's stood straight. I saw there was a stack of sandwiches and knew Nina would be sharing so I went to the cupboard and got two glasses and took the tea from the fridge. I sat glasses of tea after I filled them with ice. She sat the sandwiches on the table and moved her glass from the table and sat next to me. She was just looking at me, expecting me to say something I presumed, and finally I did speak. "Thank you, they look good, let's eat." Gay and I ate in almost silence however our eyes met frequently. Gay ate daintily and I watched Nina eat and instead of comparing her to Gay I found her to be more compatible with some of the boys at school. I refilled our tea glasses and I noticed she had dropped mayonnaise between her breasts. We finished the sandwiches and tea and I was watching her as she rose and cleared the table. The white blouse and shorts showed her body well and I couldn't help but watch the spot between her breasts. She was leaning against the counter and saw me looking at her breasts. She looked down and finally saw the mayonnaise and pulled a paper towel from the dispenser. She started to wipe it but stopped and looked at me, "Would you rather wipe it off? Maybe you had rather make sure you get it all by licking it off?" She walked slowly to me, swinging her hips, and stopped just inches from me. Her breasts were within reach of my face and she opened one button on her blouse. Holding the materiel spread, she lowered her breasts to within inches of my face. "Please lick it off for me." I leaned to her and my tongue came out and I tasted the mayo. I got it all the first swipe of my tongue but I kept licking and I realized my hands had come up and I was holding her by the waist, pulling her to me. I licked around the tops of both her exposed breasts and when my tongue touched her bra the second time she pushed me back. I watched, my eyes fixed on the tops of her breasts, as she opened remaining buttons on the blouse and then unhooked the clasp between her breasts. Pulling her blouse and bra to the side, I was now looking at her breasts. The nipples were small and pointed at me. I looked up at her eyes and she was smiling as she looked down at me. "Please lick them for me again, please. Suck them for me, please. Suck on the nipples," she asked in a low voce. I was shaking terribly as I began licking one and then the other and she finally placed her hands on my head and moved my mouth to a rigid nipple. "Please suck them for me," she seemed to be begging me now. I began sucking on the nipple and she moved my head from one breast to the other. I was sucking on it when she tried to pull me from the nipple and I bit down, trying to hold it in my mouth. "Owwwwwww!" she yelled, "Don't bite so hard." She placed the first nipple in my mouth again. I made a mental note she had said not to bite so hard and hadn't told me not to bite. What a night It was one a.m. when I heard my aunt and uncle come in. Shit, I thought, Nina was in my bed. How was I going to get her out of the house. I turned my back to the door and pulled the spread over us, leaving just my head exposed. I pulled her close to me, hoping she didn't wake and speak at the wrong time. I started trembling when I heard them coming up the stairs. I saw my room become bright when the door opened and Ida said, "We're home." She closed the door and I heard the door to her room close. I let the breath out slowly I had been holding for what seemed like five minutes. I had to sneak Nina out but I had to be sure Ida and Nat were asleep first. There was a dead silence for what seemed like hours but was actually about five minutes. Then I heard the noise, they were talking. I tried to listen to what they were saying but suddenly it dawned on me they were not talking. I heard moans and other noises but there was talking. I knew they were making love. I listened and I wondered if Nina and I had made noises similar earlier. I was sucking Nina's breast and when I put my hands on her ass she had pulled me from the kitchen and led me upstairs. I guided her to my room and she pushed me on the bed. I tried to pull her shorts off as soon as I was sitting but she had stopped me. She had undressed slowly and made me remove my clothes slow. I tried ripping them off but she made me go slow. I was in a hurry to get her on the bed but she tortured me, or so I was thinking at the time, by making me do everything in slow motion. When she finally let me put my prick in her I came when I pushed in the first time. I had tears in my eyes. She had seen my disappointment and said, "That's Ok, you will be able to do it much better in a while." She had pushed my head down between her legs and told me to lick her pussy. I was appalled at doing it but she had been persistent. "All men take care of their women this way and the women reciprocate. Just use your tongue and you will get as much pleasure as I," she had told me as she pressed my head between her legs, almost suffocating me. "You were right, I enjoyed it. Tell me when you want me to do it again," I surprised myself when I said this after she had finally pulled me from between her spread legs and guided my hard prick into her opening. She was right because I did last a long time the second time. I lasted longer still the third time and we sucked one another before she let me put it inside her each time. She showed me places where she loved to be touched and allowed me to examine her pussy. I had been quiet for a while and I was going to get up and see if the coast was clear but I heard Nat and Ida again. I began laughing and Nina stirred and turned over, pulling the spread from her head. She pulled it down and I was able to see her breasts in the moonlight. I wonder what Gerry would say now if she knew Nina had shown me, not only her breasts, but the rest of her body as well. Someone was shaking me and I heard Nina speaking, "Wake up, it's daylight and your aunt is up. How am I going to get out of here without being seen?" I could smell the bacon and I began wondering about the same thing. "I'll go down and will come for you when they aren't paying attention. Get dressed and be ready, OK?" She slipped out of the bed and I watched her as she slipped her shorts over her hips and snapped them. I was watching her position her breasts in her bra when she looked at me, "Get up and get downstairs." I was tying my shoes when Nat knocked on my door, "You kids up yet. Ida has breakfast almost ready. Five minutes." I looked at Nina and she was as pale as I felt. "Coming Nat," I yelled back. "You two come on now, we have to eat it while its hot," and I heard him walking away. "They know I'm here, how?" She was almost in tears. "I don't know, but let's go. Just act natural. "Shit, act natural. What is natural? I have never done this before. What am I supposed to do?" She was slipping on her shoes. "I don't know, I never done it either. Look, we'll just walk down and sit down for breakfast. Come on!" I took her hand and opened the door pulling her behind me. I walked in the kitchen and pointed Nina to the extra seat. My legs were so weak I almost didn't make it to my chair. I looked at Nina and she was as white as a sheet. Ida sat a plate of bacon and one of biscuits on the table and said, "It's a good thing you didn't go with us yesterday because there was no one there your age, just old folks. Did you two have a pleasant day?" "Yes ma'am," Nina and I muttered at almost the same time. Nat paused between bites, "I see they picked up the cotton picker and I didn't get a yellow slip. You must have done a good job servicing and cleaning it. Of course you always do a good job when you do something." I saw him smile as he looked at me and then to Nina. "Nina, have you ever known him not to do a good job when he has done something?" He looked straight at her. "No sir, but I have not been around to see him do all that much." She said rather timidly. Nat nodded as he continued eating. Nina helped me with my chores after breakfast and when she left I had never seen her petal so fast. The remainder of the school year was a blast. Classmates began talking to me and I was asked to join many small groups. Nat noticed me changing and talked to me like a father on a few occasions. He convinced me it was better to be friendly to all groups and not settle with one. Gay and I met at the pond a number of Saturdays but we never swam again as it was just too cold. She did bring a few lunches for us and we sat and talked or just sat and looked at one another. One Saturday I brought her a necklace and she cried half the afternoon. We kissed for the first time that afternoon and I felt her breasts for the first time. She stopped me from slipping my hand inside her blouse but as long as my hands were outside her blouse or dress she never pushed my hands from her. Nina spent many nights in my bed and neither Nat, nor Ida, ever made anything of it. Somehow they always knew when she stayed because they always knocked on the door and told us breakfast was getting cold. Nina taught me how to please a woman, as far as she knew, and I was grateful. I don't think Gay ever knew Nina spent nights in my bed. The last day of the school year we had been released early and I was home before noon. I had expected to work on the farm the rest of the day and I was quite surprised when I walked in and Ida was dressed for town. She reminded me my mom had passed a year earlier and wanted to visit the gravesite. I hadn't thought they remembered but I hardly slept the night before thinking about it. Ida drove us and at four in the afternoon I was crying over my mothers grave. I looked up at Ida and she was crying also. We stood over mom's grave for a long while and I finally had to pull Ida from the grave to the car. She sat for a long while and finally composed herself enough to drive. We stopped at a restaurant for supper and afterwards she pulled next door to the motel and got a room for the night. We pulled to the room and she turned to me and said, "You get the bags and I will open the room." I took the suitcases from the trunk and walked into the room. "It has only one bed," I told her as I dropped the bags. "We can either sleep in the bed or, if you want, you may sleep on the sofa. You shower first and then I'll shower and we can get a good nights sleep." She picked up her small case and sat it on the bed. I showered, brushed my teeth, and came back in the room. She had the bed pulled down from both sides and I knew she was expecting me to sleep on one side. She took her case into the bathroom and I got in the bed and turned the television on. She took an extremely long time because I watched one sitcom and was watching another when she came out. I looked up when she was beside the bed. I stared at her for a long while. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was beautiful. I was tanned from working without a shirt for the past five weeks of pretty weather but she was tanned much more than I. She stood before me in a white peignoir and I could see where she had worn a small halter, since there was a light mark encircling her body. Her large nipples were dark stood extremely conspicuous under the white gauzy material. I felt my erection growing and she noticed. She smiled as she kneeled on the side of the bed, pulling the sheet from my body. She spoke for the first time, "We don't want any secrets do we and you had better close your mouth. I assume from your look that you are pleased, correct?" "Yes, you are beautiful. But you... , " she placed a finger over my mouth stopping my comment. She lay down beside me on her side where I could easily reach her. Taking my hand she asked, "Do you want to turn in early and leave early in the morning?" "I don't care if we never leave here." I took her hand and held against my lips. I kissed it and she slipped a finger in my mouth. I sucked it for a moment and she pulled it from my mouth and rubbed it across her nipple. I reached and pulled her close. "We have all night," she said pushing me away. "Why don't you take your briefs off first." I quickly reached the waist of my briefs and started removing them when she grasped my hand, "Slowly, we can take our time. I want to watch you get naked." I was looking at her eyes, while she was looking at my prick, as I slowly removed the briefs. My prick wasn't that large but she smiled when it cleared the material. I removed the briefs from both feet and tossed them on the floor. My head began spinning and I thought I was going to pass out when her warm mouth closed over me. Her mouth was hot compared to Nina's. When she took her mouth from my prick and swiped her tongue across the crown my prick jumped, causing my whole body to react. Her touch had caused the muscles in my legs and arms to tighten as a spasm shot through my body. "That's about the same feeling I get when you lick my nipples," she said just before she repeated the swipe a half dozen times. Each lick of her tongue caused the same reaction and I had to push her head to keep her from doing it again. She covered my prick with her mouth again and started sucking, her hand massaging my balls lightly. I came quickly and she didn't stop sucking till I was totally limp. I was lifeless and I didn't feel as though I could lift my arms as I watched her get up from the bed and slowly, in teasing motions, remove the peignoir. Ida taught me much about how to make love to a woman that evening, Nina had taught me what a girl enjoyed. The following morning she had me prove to her I had been a good student. Our early start back home began after leaving the motel room at noon. I was exhausted and she drove home while I slept the entire trip. My confidence around women became, in my way of thinking, better each day. I convinced Ida we needed to start using the pool and Nat agreed. I talked Ben and Boyd into helping me repair the fence and remove the grown up weeds. Gay, Gerry and Nina helped in a lot of the painting and a contractor was called in and replaced the pumps and some lines. He also sprayed the pool with some type rubber paint after we worked two days cleaning the inside of the pool, which proved to be most difficult. The pool was ready for our use the weekend before the 4th of July and on the 4th Nat and Ida gave me a late birthday party. I was eighteen and had grown in thoughts to where I was almost a man. Nat and Ida said I still had a lot to learn. Since my overnight trip with Ida I had little trouble getting a girl to drop her panties, especially the ones I was able to get my mouth on their legs. I bombed on a couple but once I got my lips above their knees, they were as good as fucked. I became bold, actually going after girls who had really threw their noses up to me earlier. I began using everyone much more. When I was with one girl I would ask about another and hopefully I would get something for my benefit later. I was becoming an excellent cunt licker and my reputation spread among the girls. I learned you can get between their legs and just before they start the big climb they tell all, just to get you to continue. I had the local photographer's daughter's legs spread, in the back of my truck one night and I stopped licking her cunt just before she was about to reach the big one. I started asking questions and she was trying to pull my head between her legs to continue where I left off. Ida taught me you could get a woman so far and hold her there, with a strategic lick and suck at the right moment, and she would start begging. The girl was vulnerable because she was on the heavy side, about fifty pounds over weight, but she was pretty, I want to add. I began asking her questions, pausing and sucking gently on her large clit, pause, another question, another pause. She was crying real tears and trying to get me to finish her off but I kept up with the questions. She finally gave me information I needed and I brought her to three orgasms before I took her home. I promised her repeated dates if the information was true. I took her out a dozen times before she left for college in a distant state. I heard later she had told a few girls we were a steady couple. She had come across some photographs, which were not supposed to be printed, made of the home coming queen and her court. Her father had been the photographer and some of the girls had been a little brave while they had been shooting some outdoor shots one afternoon. One girl had asked to have a photograph made of her topless. One girl led to two, and then three, the grand finale was a group photo of all nine girls. She slipped the group photo from the batch and I eventually received a copy the third night we met. I guess you can say all is fair in love and war. I had used four of the girls, and had a date for the following evening, or so I thought. It was easy to tell them I had a certain photograph and copies were easily made and passed out, if I was turned down, not for a real date, but a promise to be met at the local drive-in theatre. I had scored four times and got myself two blow jobs from supposedly virgins and two pieces of pussy. I was sitting on the back row of the theatre, waiting for one of the better looking girls, when three boys came up to me. I knew one of the boys to be the girls boyfriend and I quickly learned he had learned of our little planned meeting. His curiosity was aroused when she had previously refused to go to the drive-in with him, but had insisted on coming this night. I didn't get home till five and Nat and Ida were worried. I had to explain the twenty plus stitches I had in my head and face and also the ripped seats in the pickup, coupled by the torn out floorboard carpet, due to the search for the photo. The police questioned me at the emergency room and I told them three rednecks said they heard I was carrying drugs and got pissed when they found none. That satisfied them but not Nat. I finally had to tell him the truth and he was laughing twenty minutes later, as my pain began, since the injections they gave me for the stitching was wearing off. I was on my way to town in late July and it was hot. The trip was twenty miles and I was driving the pickup, which had no air. I had tossed my shirt in the seat and was wearing a pair of shorts and Nike's. When I was almost at the half way point I passed Ms. Peters, who was pushing her bicycle. I turned around and went back to her after not getting a return wave. She was pushing because one of her tires had gone flat and I put the bicycle in the back of the truck and was going to drive her home. I looked at her and she was soaked. I asked, "How far have you been walking?" "Oh, over two miles and it sure is hot. I ran over a rock and the tire went flat. If you had not come along I would be three hours getting home." She wiped her brow with her arm. I passed my shirt to her and she looked at it, finally wiping her face. I was looking at her and I could see she was wearing a bra but it was wet, as was her shirt and riding trousers. I could see her areola so the bra had to be thin. Her nipples were barely visible. I kept looking at her and said, "You are soaked. I bet you are uncomfortable. If you would like we can go back to the farm and you can get in the pool for a while." She looked like she was thinking about it and I drove a short distance and turned going back to the house. She never said a word and when I drove up close to the pool and stopped she looked at the water. "It sure looks inviting, but I don't have a suit." "There is no one around except me and you are wearing a bra and panties so you can go in with them. It will give your shirt and cycle pants a chance to dry if we hand them on the fence." I looked at her and smiled. I got out of the truck, walked to the pool and dove in. I was on my second lap when I saw her jump from the side of the pool. I finished two more laps and swam to her. "Doesn't this feel a lot better than sitting in that hot truck?' I asked. "It sure does, but where is everyone?" she asked. "My aunt and uncle are at the county seat today and the others are in the field." I replied looking at her as she began to tread water. We moved about the pool, enjoying the cool water, for fifteen minutes and then she got out of the pool and checked her clothing hanging on the fence. "They will be dry shortly," she said as she lay back in one of the lounge chairs. I crawled out of the water and walked into the house and brought drinks. I was standing over her as she lay reclined. I was looking down at her breasts, the areola highly visible through the thin bra, until she patted the lounger beside her. We studied one another for almost two minutes and she looked as though she was in deep thought. I stood and leaned over her and kissed her lightly on the forehead. I looked down at her and saw she didn't appear to have any objections so I kissed her lightly on the lips. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue lightly over her lips and her tongue touched mine. I turned and took the pad from the lounge chair I had been sitting on and tossed it to the grass. She raised easily as I took her hand and guided her to the pad, which was in the grass, and sat cross legged. I pushed her back and lay beside her, pulling her body to mine. She allowed me to kiss her and my hands crept to her breasts. I removed her bra and she raised her hips when I pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. My head was just above her knees when I removed the panties. I looked at her neatly trimmed bush and lowered my face to the junction between her legs. I kissed, nibbled, and licked the soft skin high on her thighs. When I shifted position, lowering myself between her legs, they spread as my lips once again began nibbling and kissing the tender flesh. She tried to take control and guide my face but I kissed her wet slit and moved up, as she tried to hold my head between her legs by holding my ears, to where I was now able to bite and suck her nipples. My ears were hurting and I decided if she wanted to be rough I could also. I bit her nipples harder than my normal tender, teasing bite. I almost drew blood at one point. She yelled and I expected her to push me from her however she grabbed my prick roughly and pulled it to her open slit. I pushed into her hard and she pushed back equally hard. When I came, I came hard and I was exhausted. I simply lay on her trying to gather my strength. After a minute she spoke for the first time since we left the water, "You are crushing me. Please move." I rolled to the side and she cupped one breast and examined it and then examined the mate. She held the second breast in her cupped hand and I could see where my teeth had bit more than her nipple and she remarked, "You bit hard and now I will be bruised." I replied, "You were trying to pull my ears off and wanted revenge." She nodded and reached over and touched my ear. It was sore where she touched and I winced, "I'm sorry." She said. She stood and took my hand and we went into the water again. We were in the water long enough to cool off and she pressed against me, taking my prick in her hand. We backed into the shallow area and I sat on the rim of the pool. Her head dipped and she took my prick into her mouth. When she had me hard again she moved around me and went back to the cushion. When I followed, she spread her legs as I kneeled between them. She reached for my prick and pulled me to her opening again. We went much slower and I was very gentle as I saw she was going to have a real bruise on her breast. She came just a few strokes after I entered her but I took much longer. Her body was soft and smooth and I caressed it as I worked my stiffness inside her. After I came I rolled to the side and just looked at her for a few minutes. She was looking at me and I wondered what she was thinking about. I know she was trying to say something but she finally blurted out, "I have to go, will you take me home now, please?" She stood and run to the pool again. She jumped into the pool and swam across and back and when she pulled herself from the pool used the towel I had brought earlier with the sodas. She dressed and tossed her panties to me, "These are for you to add to your collection," she said as she smiled. "I understand, from some of the girls in town, you have started your own collection this summer. Those are my payment for you stopping Butch and his bunch from harassing the young girls in school. Just remember, today was between us." She walked over to the truck and waited for me to dress and take her home. I stopped at her house and took her cycle from the back of the truck. When I sat it on the ground there was another beauty standing beside her. "Dan, this is my roommate, Fran, and she has one year of college remaining before she becomes a teacher." I waved at her and I was lust struck. She had a shape many women would kill for and although her breasts were larger than I preferred, she had a nice rack. She was as pretty as Ms. Peters, whom I had failed to ask her first name. I began thinking about the casual conversation Ms. Peters and I had on the way to town. Girls, as well as boys, had been using my name all year, for their own benefit. Butch, and the group that clung to him, had been bullies to teachers, as well as students. Butch and his toughs would corner a girl and, although no sex acts were known to have been performed at school, remove their panties and or bras, grope the girls and threatened severe punishment some evening later, if they were squealed on. Ms. Peters said she had even been a victim on four occasions over two years. This past year, if a girl got cornered, she would just mention my name and she would be released. The closer I got to home I realized there were a lot of girls who owed me. I would just have to learn who they were and collect my reward. Ms. Peters had paid with her body and I wanted to collect from some particular ones. I usually saw Frank about two days a week and when I did Ben and Boyd were normally close behind. They were pretty good workers and stuck close to their father, always assisting him. It's par for the course when you wanted to see someone you can never find them and it was a week before I met up with the trio. We were servicing a tractor and Frank and Boyd went for a part and that left me alone with Ben. We were working side by side and I asked, "Ben, I learned a few people told Butch I'd whip his ass if he messed with them. Do you know anyone that told him that? I need to know because I learned a few days ago someone used my name and when I saw Butch last week he let me know about it. He said I was protecting the scumbags now. You know there are a dozen guys I would help Butch kick their ass if I had the opportunity." He was silent and I knew he was thinking. I said, "You know he could whip my ass any day because he has six inches and fifty pounds on me. My standing with him is that he does not mess with me because he knows I will retaliate, severely." I thought he had been avoiding the question but he started with, "Well Gerry, and those twins, I can't remember their names. They are pretty uppity and you know Gerry was running with them for a while, that is until they got kicked off the yearbook staff." "I know that they pulled Ginny into the boys locker room one afternoon and she said she'd tell you. They said they were going to get you expelled. That scared her because she gave them her panties and bra, and let them fondle her the last period. They skipped gym that day. They do the same thing to Gay about once a week. They threatened to have you expelled if she didn't cooperate with them. They didn't allow her to wear panties to school and they checked her almost daily. I could hear her crying many nights but she wouldn't let me say anything to you, the school or mom and dad. That Anderson girl stands lookout for them when they get Gay in the girls locker room sometimes. They slip out the emergency exit when she tells them someone is coming. Gay told me she lets them come in that way sometimes too." "Thanks, Ben, I owe you," and we finished the work his father wanted done. ------- Chapter 2 I was headed to the barn to do my morning chores and I felt lousy. I hardly slept the night before thinking about where my life was going. I was pissed at Gay. Since Ben told me she was letting the boys feel her up I had met her at the pond four times. Four times she let me feel her breasts but each time I had to settle by only getting a feel through her dress, and she always had a bra on. Ben said she didn't wear the bra at school. We skinny-dipped a half dozen times during the summer and she didn't mind me looking at her while swimming or when we lay on the grass afterwards, letting the sun dry our skins. I tried but each time she threatened to dress and go home. Strange as it was, after we dressed she would let me touch her, but damn, it was always through the bra and dress. School would be starting in a few weeks. It was hard to see my scars, from the stitches, unless you looked for them close. I was healing pretty good. I looked back over my summer and so far and it had been a good one, considering I only had my ass whipped one time. I knew I had to get with Butch or things might get out of control pretty soon. Not only did I have to worry about him but there were some others pissed at me also, i.e. the fucking stitches. I knew I wasn't a genius and I needed some advice. I decided to ask Nathan for his help. He seemed to get a thrill out of my recent ass whipping and I wondered what the best way to approach him would be, that is without him going into hysterics again. I wanted to talk to him like a man but a million thoughts kept running through my head and each one seemed stupid. I was feeding the goats feeling dejected and thought to myself, "yeah, go and ask him stupid," and his reply would come back like, "come on baby face," or "you pussy, when are you going to grow up." I guess he did think of me as a pussy. He never made me do things like the others and what really pissed me was he never asked if I do any of the things he told others to do. I got to feed the animals, service the tractors, and at times he even asked me to move them from one spot to another. He didn't hesitate to tell Ben or Todd to hook the bush hog to the tractor and bush hog an area. They were even allowed to plant and cultivate and I had never been asked, or told. I was in the dumps and it took me twice the time to feed and water and I finished feeling real bad. Then I screwed up, I wasn't paying attention and was going for the riding mower, and thank goodness I was allowed to use it at least. I leaned over to get the gas can and struck my heat against a shelf. The board caught me right above the eye and I started bleeding. I couldn't see because the of blood running in my eye and I couldn't tell how bad it was. I went to the house and Rita and Nina were inside. Thank heavens for Nina, she was calm and got a wet cloth right away, but Rita, her mother, was trying to hug me, kiss it and make it better I thought she said, and other than getting in the way, she wasn't a bit of help. Screaming at a cut doesn't heal it. When she started talking about treating me for shock I almost lost it. Treat me for shock and thirty seconds prior she wanted to kiss it and make it better. Nina stopped the bleeding and put a small Band-Aid over the cut. It turned out to be a puncture in my eye brow. It was small however it bled a lot, until the bandage was placed on it. Half an hour later Nina and I were sitting at the table and having a coke. Rita and Ida were going to town and, lucky me, Nina was asked to go and did. I was alone with Nat. It took half an hour before I finally had nerve to go to him. He was in his study, going over some ledgers when I knocked on the open door. I didn't wait for acknowledgement, I said, "Nat, I may have a problem and I need some advice." He closed the ledger, looked up at me, and gave me a smile like none ever given me before. He pushed the chair back and leaned back for a few seconds as though he was thinking of an answer. He stood and walked to me, stopping two feet away, and looked at me a few moments more. I was rapidly loosing confidence in myself and his words were a comfort, "Sounds serious, tell you what, grab a six pack and we'll talk. I'm tired of looking at those books anyway." I got a six pack from the cooler, which was his private cooler, and followed him. I didn't know what to expect as I followed him to his truck. I got in the passenger side after he slid under the wheel and started the engine. Before he put the truck in drive he reached a hand for one of the cold beers. He took it and opened it and sat looking at me. I knew he was waiting for me to take one for myself and after I opened one he took a long drink from his. Driving from the house, he turned opposite the direction in which we drove to town. About a mile down the road he slowed and turned beside a corn field, driving to the back of the field, drinking and not allowing the bumps to interfere or spill his beer. We drove out the back of the cornfield and through a wooded area, impassable in wet weather, and up a small incline. When he reached the crest we started down and he stopped the truck and turned the ignition off. Speaking for the first time since leaving the house, "What's the problem and how can I help?" Reaching for the beer sitting between us, he took one, popped the top, and took a giant drink. He wasn't looking at me, however he was looking through the windshield. "I may have a problem... " as I looked through the windshield in the direction he was looking. I almost shit my pants. We were looking down over the pond, being about three hundred yards out. I could see the spot Gay and I lay for hours, the path to her fence, part of the trail I walked back to our house on, the rear of the barn, our swimming pool and the back of our house. I was almost in a state of shock as I checked again and realized he could see everything from here. We were sitting under a giant tree, with another down the hill and on the left. The pond was just to the right of it and further down, a tree top was pointing to the fence Gay had to cross. Looking to the house, pool and barn, was like looking through a 'V' sight, a tree on each side, with the pool the center of the sight and the house and barn barely inside the 'V'. I could make out Ben, Boyd, and Gerry swimming. Gerry was wearing panties and Ben and Boyd were skinny dipping. I sat and watched them for over five minutes before I could speak. "Do you come up here often?" I was worried. "Two or three times a week, or when I just want to get away from things down there." He said pointing towards the house, using the hand holding the beer. "I've seen you and Frank's girl down there many times," again pointing with the hand holding the beer and in the direction of the pond. I wanted to change the subject quick so I said, "Nat, I took your advice and got me an equalizer for the bully at school, which you already know. He is still a bully, still bullying some of my friends, and now there is another group putting, or will as soon as school picks back up, start putting the squeeze on me. You said I should have someone always watch my back but now I don't have anyone to do that. Where do I go from here? I have tried to talk to Butch but he still hates me and wants to cream me." I turned to him for an answer. He was silent for a minute and I looked in the direction to which he was staring. I looked past the pool and then had to look back. I heard myself make a loud noise but I don't know what I said or if I only grunted loudly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Are they... ?" I asked. "Yep," he said. They do each other first and then she lets them do her. "Been that way, ah, this is, yes, this is the fourth year. First two years she just sucked the little one but last year he started doing him, just like the big one." We sat silent for ten or more minutes watching the trio below. Nat opened another beer and passed it to me, then opened one for himself. I finished half of the beer and now Ben was between Gerry's legs. He wasn't there long and Boyd replaced him. I was finished my beer and Nat had opened another, the last one, and passed it to me. Leaning over but not letting his eyes leave the pool area, he pulled a bottle of liquor from under his seat. Boyd was still between his sister's legs. I finished half the beer before Boyd got off his sister and the three jumped in the pool. They were in the water three or four minutes and climbed out, dressed, and started up the path leading home. Nat laughed, "The young one always takes longer than the older one." Nat turned, twisting his body in the seat, "Any chance of getting these two groups going head to head?" he asked, taking a long drink from the bottle. "None that I can think of," I said while trying to think of a way. "You ever thought of changing schools," he began looking towards the pond once more. "No," I said, my voice very weak. I knew he was kidding when he started laughing. "Didn't think so," he said still chuckling a little. "Well," he said with a deep sigh, and taking another pull from the bottle, "If you can't lick'em, and you don't want to join them: then, I guess we turn to the powers to be." I looked at him a few seconds then said, "I don't understand." "The people with the influence son, you have to get them to do the work," he was nodding with a serious look. "Appearances, faces, now you know there are some men people look at and say that man has it made, they have everything." He saw me looking at him and I was definitely puzzled "OK, let me start again, this time real simple. Some men walk into a room and the women swoon over him and most would drop their drawers for him. You have seen that type, right? You know, what you call the jocks, the good looking kind that women go crazy over and would give anything to have him. They don't stop and think that over half are duds and when they get them they can't get rid of them. Looking at me, "You have seen that type, right?" nodding as he spoke. "Then they are the people that walk into a room and no one, I mean no one, sees them. That's a bad group to be in. And then, there's the group you fall into." I was looking at him and hoping he couldn't read my mind because he would have read "I think this man is loosing it rapidly." "You walk into the room and the father's look at you and say that's the guy for my daughter, and the mom's thinking the same. You see, the dad may think he is more handsome and you are not a threat to his position, you know, if you join he is still the macho man in the family, or so he thinks. The mom wants to cradle you and protect you, hoping you will, in turn, cradle and protect her little angel." He didn't know it but he was loosing me, somewhere, but I didn't quite know where he lost me. I said, "I missed something." He took another long pull from the bottle and continued, "You see the macho man needs to be assured he hasn't lost his status so you agree with him. Tell him you wish you had thought of that, even though you think it's the most stupid idea imaginable, also things like, you are sure lucky to have his counsel, and then you can drop the big one. That being that after you marry her you can still get his advice. If he agrees he made two commitments, her to marry you and also give you advice. Believe me, you have made him happy. I was looking at him and shaking my head, but all the while I was wondering if it really made sense to him so I added, "Well, that covers the men but what about the women?" "Hell son," he took another pull from the bottle and checking to see how much was remaining. "You got it made there, You don't know what power you have. Take Frank's wife for instance, she looks at and thinks that is a nice boy, and my daughter is safe with him. And then she is thinking to herself maybe she could fill in for her daughter, all the time wanting to prove her youth to herself, while pretending to protect her angel." I had long time finished my beer and he offered the bottle to me. I took a small drink and passed it back. "Frank's wife rubs those tits all over you every time Frank's head is turned. And then there's Joe's wife, she literally grinds her pussy into your leg and she makes no bones about it, Joe present or not but the best one is that gal in the grocery store. She leans those big tits so far over the counter for you to see I keep thinking her weight is going to shift and she is going to be upended because of the weight shift." He belched loud and took another pull, finishing the bottle. He leaned over and slid it under the seat. This time he took a full fifth from his storage area. He tried opening the bottle but couldn't break the seal and passed it to me. I broke the seal, opened it and took a small pull and passed it to him. I expected him to take another drink however he just looked at the bottle. "Dan, I have watched you close since you came to live with me. You know soon all this will belong to you and Nina," he swung his arm from one side of the truck to the other, "You and she are the only ones left in the family. It's going to take the two of you to hold it" He seemed to be wandering and I figured it must be the alcohol effecting his thoughts but I said nothing. "Your mom was one of the best women in the world. She had a way with people and she could get them to come on her side no matter what the odds said." He seemed to be looking off in a distance as he rambled. "She did one thing I didn't like, she coddled you, and she didn't want you to ever be hurt. You know she couldn't be every where all the time, and because of your leg, you have taken much abuse. Your mom always stopped it but that was after it started, and that time in between had to be hell for you. You even give them bait to feed you, to make yourself miserable. You remember the Mex mom, she pulled that udder out in front of you fifty times last year to embarrass you and only fed the kid about ten. And Rita, and some of those women in town, lifting their legs and flashing you or exposing a part of a tit. They realize it embarrasses you and that makes them do it more." "But son, I am telling you, you have to get tough at times, even have to step on friends if they are blocking you from doing what you need to do. I'm not telling you to hurt friends but don't let them hold you back from doing what's right for you." I was looking at him straight in the eyes on his last remark and there was a strain to his face as he said it. Taking a moderate pull from the bottle and passing it to me, he said, "You know, Dan, the day you got suspended from school was a proud day in my life. Do you realize that was the first time, to my knowledge, you ever stood up to anyone for anything. I was proud of you, not because you had hurt someone, but you made a tough decision and followed through even realizing the aftermath might not be favorable for you." He was looking towards the house now and there was a big smile on his face. "And the night you got your ass whipped," he was grinning big now and chuckled a couple of times before finishing, "was a joy to behold. YOU, you wanted something," he was tapping my shoulder with his forefinger, "You wanted something, you set your mind up to get it, you paid for it by getting your ass whipped, but you took it in stride and still today you are still trying to get it. You haven't quit because of one minor setback. That part of you makes me proud. What you are going after and why, now that's something you have to settle between you and your conscience." "Dan, I can't give you a book answer that will work for you. You will have to learn what you want and what you are willing to pay for it. For example, take those two boys down by the creek earlier. From the times I have seen them I have learned they wanted something and she had it. She wanted something and they had it. She eventually gave them what they wanted after she got what she wanted. My point is, you have to be willing to pay the price asked to get what you want. I think that's the best answer I can give you for your question." There was no expression on his face when he made this last statement. It was quiet and peaceful and as the only sounds were coming from the rustle of the wind through the trees, birds singing and squirrels playing, and an occasional animal making a noise walking on the dry leaves. I glanced at Nathan every few moments and he was just staring out over the trees and brush. He looked relaxed and content, and twice he brought the bottle to his lips and took a small drink, passing the bottle to me afterwards each time. His sudden movement startled me when he sat upright and started the pickup. "It's going on two o'clock and Eddie will be here shortly," he was speaking as he backed the truck into a small clearing and started towards the house. He didn't wear a watch and I looked at mine to see the time. "Five to two I thought to myself, and just how did he know the time." We pulled beside the two trucks which had barely stopped when we turned in the drive. Two men were walking towards the barn and two women were looking down at the water, standing on the lip of the pool. They waved as Nat made a motion like he was diving. We walked to the barn and Eddie spoke, "hope you didn't mind me bring the wife, it's been hot and she wanted to cool off in your pool. It appears Jean had the same idea because she wore her suit." Nat said, "You boys know I don't mind you using the pool, as a matter of fact, as soon as this is finished you two could take a dip." I expected something different when Nat referred to them as boys since Jonah was black. Jonah spoke with a big grin on his face, "Those four might splash out all the water so if we can get Eddie moving we might get finished in time before all the water is gone." Eddie and Jonah worked close, each day and I learned months ago their chatter went on constantly. Jonah spoke about his pregnant wife as though she was a blimp, while he was out of her presence, but in fact she probably weighed one-ten and was eight months pregnant. Susan, Eddies daughter was about the same weight but only about six months along. Jonah looked over in my direction and asked, "Dan, I sure would appreciate it if you stuck close to the pool. I don't mind Jean swimming but I would be much more comfortable if someone was close." Eddie looked up, his hands already deep under the hood of the truck, "I would feel better myself, Val doesn't swim well and Susan thinks she is a fish." "I'll do my best," I said as I backed from the shop area and started for the house to change into my suit. Watching three of the best looking women in town was a chore only when a person was blind. I walked to the pool after donning my suit and walked to Susan, who was standing beside the water and giving Valerie swimming instructions. I hadn't seen Valerie when we came up but I didn't mind, she was as good looking as her daughter. Susan reminded me of Kim Darby, when she was in street dress. In a suit she was something else because she had large breasts for her small frame. Six months along only increased their size, and the boy who impregnated her was a fool for letting her go. Susan was smart, as well as beautiful, and she had been knocked up in her second year of college. I stood beside her as she continued to give her mom verbal instructions and then she became pretty excited, jumping up and down, as she shouted to her mother, "THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT! Now just keep doing it." I noticed Valerie was now kicking her feet as she moved her arms through the water. Susan ran to the shallow water and continued urging her mother not to stop and keep going. She helped her from the water when she came to the pool's end, after directing her to the steps. I watched them romp and play in the pool for two hours, going in a few times myself, to cool off. My dips were strategically planned, as I was having a problem with an erection. I did not know that watching a pregnant woman could be so erotic however I was easily convinced within half an hour. I spent most of my time laying on my stomach because every time I rolled over I could see the lump in my suit. I didn't see Ida and Rita return, however when the women saw the men walking towards them they got out of the pool, and after a huddled conversation with Nat and Ida, they went into the house. I lay in the sun fifteen minutes more, giving my prick time to return to normal. I was going to stroke it a couple on times, in the shower, to get relief as soon as possible. The dining room table was filled with food and the women were talking in the kitchen, when I tried to slip inside un-noticed. Nathan caught me at the bottom of the steps and pulled me aside. "Dan, Eddie told me earlier Susan has been home, from college, almost three months, and this is the first day for her to get out and have any enjoyment. She is embarrassed, at her shape and for her mom and dad, for getting pregnant. I'm not telling you to do anything, I want that clear, but if you are comfortable with it, is there anyway you might take her out for a soda or a burger later. Eddie is concerned, I learned that while he was working this afternoon." Nat didn't wait for an answer, but pushed me toward the stairs as Ida came in the room, followed by Rita and Valerie, each with plates of food for the table. I took the steps two at a time and just before the top I stopped when Susan started down. Her usual, below the knees full skirt was replaced, as was her button to the neck, loose blouse. What I was looking up to was what one would call the ideal woman, barefoot and pregnant. The long dress was replaced with a light peach maternity skirt and a thin white blouse, an exceptional choice for the heat. I could see she was wearing panties, through the outline of the skirt fabric, and a bra, through the gauzy material the blouse was made of. The bra had to be the same color as the skirt, and was lace trimmed. I moved aside and allowed her to pass, placing my shirt over my growing erection. I watched as she descended the steps and into the dining room and out of my sight. When I walked into the dining room after showering and dressing, they were seated and waiting on me. I looked around and felt my face becoming flushed as all eyes were trained on me till I took my seat. I was afraid to look to my right because Susan was sitting beside me. Halfway through the meal, which Ida and Rita hastily prepared, primarily from leftovers, I was feeling normal and in the conversations. I kept glancing at Nat however I never saw him look in my direction one time. Eddie and Jonah kept the conversation lively cutting one another and by the time our desert was finished the conversation shifted to kids and problems raising them. I was almost in shock when the conversation changed to marriage, Susan placed her hand on my leg and said to everyone, this type talk is beyond Dan and I and we are going to leave you old married folks. She stood, picked her soiled plates and utensils, and walked to the kitchen. There were seven pairs of eyes looking at me when I looked at those sitting around the table. I picked up my used dishes and quickly followed. She was placing her dishes in the dishwasher when I joined her and she looked at me, and I saw her eyes were puffy. "I'm sorry," she said as she wiped her teary eyes with a paper towel, "I didn't want to sit there and listen to them talk about marriage. Mom manages to bring it up whenever possible and I refuse to marry the baby's father." "Hey, no problem I don't like... " She interrupted me and spoke, taking the dishes from me and placing them in the washer. "I didn't want your name to be brought up, and it would have been if we sat there much longer. She is always naming eligible men and your name would have come up soon, especially with you sitting there. I just didn't want you embarrassed." She said as she wiped her eyes again. Getting out of the house seemed the right thing to do and she followed as I placed my hand on her arm and walked to the back door. We didn't talk as we just wandered around, no destination in mind. We reached the highway, well over a quarter mile from the house, and I was in trouble. I had to piss, wishing I hadn't taken those two refills on tea. I couldn't just come out and tell her and I couldn't get out of her sight long enough. "Shit, you dumb cluck," I said to my self. "What was that?" she asked. "Nothing, just talking out loud," I said as I was looking around for a place of concealment. She seemed aware of my situation and said, "Dan, the baby is pressing on my bladder and I need to go to the bathroom." She looked towards the house, "I don't think I can make it back to the house either, so, could we please go to those trees and turn your back like a gentleman while I pee?" I nodded and began walking her to the wood line where we would be out of sight. We came to a clear area and she said, "This is fine, now turn your back please." I pointed in a direction and said, "I am going over there, OK?" "Don't go too far please," she was lowering her panties before I was completely turned. I got fifteen feet before I had to take my prick out and piss, otherwise I knew I would piss myself. I relieved myself and I know it was the longest piss I ever took. I was shaking my dick when I heard her calling. "Dan, I am decent now, you can come back." She was smiling as I caught up to her. She grabbed my arm and hooked her arm inside mine and said, "You are a true gentleman." She added after a short pause, "You didn't peek, did you?" "Noooo, I was too busy myself." She started laughing and pulled my arm tighter against her body. I could feel her breast pressing against my arm. We walked slowly back to the house, bumping hips, laughing, skipping, not stepping on dark rocks, you know the silly games you can come up with when you are having fun. I was feeling good and enjoying her company. We laughed about the tiniest things and I thought she had a comical laugh. We even laughed at that and it was a surprise to both when I asked, "You want to go into town and get a milkshake?" The smile left her face and she became serious, her laughing stopped, and she cocked her head as she looked at me. "Shit," I said to myself, "you were having a good time and now you have fucked up. Why didn't you let things alone because she was having a good time." Dropping her arm from mine and turning, where I was now looking at her profile, she began rubbing both hands on her puffy belly. She spoke with a firm voice, "Milkshakes are not good for my baby," and then placing both hands on her backside, rubbed it. Her voice was clear and she spoke distinctly, "And they are not good for my backside either." She smiled and busted out laughing. "WAIT! WAIT!" the words coming quickly from my mouth, I rubbed her rounded belly and then her butt, first one hand and then the other. I started around her telling her, "Stay still, Stay still," I said quickly and I rushed to her other side, again rubbing her belly with one hand and her ass with the other, "Yep, both sides are the same, too many milkshakes." She had tried to turn, as I went around her. The laughter started again and I almost had tears in my eyes, from laughing so hard, and I could see the tears in her eyes. We stopped after a minute and she wiped a tear with the back of her hand. "I can't have one but I will watch you drink one," she said and her expression told me she was happy with my company. I nodded and she hooked her arm in mine as we walked to the house only to find everyone still sitting around the dining room table. The dinner dishes had been cleared and there were empty cans of beer sitting in the center of the table, and I guessed the ones sitting before them were not empty. "Nat, Susan, and I are going to town to get a shake, I just wanted to ask for the truck." He nodded but Eddie jumped up, tossing me a key ring. "You kids take mine, Nathan's has a cracked cap," and I knew he meant distributor cap, "and I'll take his tonight and replace it with one I have at the house." Eddie said looking at Nat for approval. Nathan was nodding and said, Why don't you kids take in a movie, or something, looks like we are set in here for a while, right?" He was asking everyone at the table and all I saw was nodding heads. I looked at Susan and I saw her head nod twice, quickly, and then a smile. "OK, we will and thanks," I said looking at Eddie. We were almost at the door when Jean shouted, causing a silence to come over the room, "Don't let him park on the back row." I could feel Susan's arm stiffen on mine and I felt weak. We turned, hearing Jean's chair sliding on the floor, she turned where we were looking at her profile. Her hands pressed her body and slipped down pressing the maternity dress tightly against her body, her eight month belly boldly showing, and said, "We did and see what happened." The silence hung over the room for a few moments and then there was a roar of laughter as everyone began laughing, slapping their legs, and some, pounding on the table. I don't remember walking to Eddies truck but when I was seated my legs felt like jello. I looked at Susan and I think she felt the same. We sat looking at one another for almost five minutes before she began grinning and finally laughing. Five minutes later we were still laughing and had our arms around one another, each keeping the other from falling or sliding out of the seat. We were sitting on the back row of the drive-in. Not because we had planned it but after driving to town and not wanting to see the movie playing, Susan suggested the drive-in. We not only had to sit in the back but we were stuck in a corner. The first movie was a good one and we never spoke through the entire film. Susan asked me to drive her to the restroom when the movie ended, stating we could get a better spot since many people were leaving. We managed to get to the center of the movie for the second feature, however we were still in the back. The writing was flashing across the screen and the ball was bouncing on the words when I started singing with the bouncing ball. This managed to get an elbow strategically placed in my ribs. I pointed out the older couple beside us, sitting on my side, his hand being inside her blouse. Another elbow. The movie started and the credits were hardly over when Susan elbowed me lightly and nodded to her right. There were two couples in the car and the girls blouses were removed. I looked closer and whispered to Susan, "I know the girls, they are sisters and the one in back is in my class at school and the one in front is her younger sister." She leaned to me and whispered, "The boy in front graduated a year before me and I graduated with the one in back. The one in back asked me out every week for two years." She slid closer to me and I slipped an arm around her shoulders. We watched about a quarter of the movie before the two couples beside her were making more noise than the speaker. I raised up and looked into the car and the couple in the front was naked but they weren't moving. He was between her spread legs however. The couple in the back was also nude, the difference was the prick he sported. It was much larger than any I ever saw and she was kissing the crown and engulfing it totally. She would release it and start kissing again and then swallows him once more. They were equally loud and I wondered how long they would keep at it before they were stopped. I whispered to Susan, "Did you see him, maybe you should have dated him." She looked over and watched for a minute and turned back to me and buried her face in my shoulder. The noise makers lasted about ten minutes and then they were silent. She was still holding me tightly but she was twisting around. I looked at her and she said, "I need to go to the bathroom. Will you walk with me please?" She was in the bathroom a long time and when she came out she was smiling and asked for a drink. We were settled in the truck and she elbowed me and nodded to the car beside us. The boys had switched seats. The movie wasn't as good as the first one and we ate popcorn and chatted as it played. We would check out the action to our sides frequently and point it out to the other. The older man beside me managed to get her blouse open and her bra off but that was the extent of the action there. At eleven thirty I could hear the girls telling the boys they had to be home by twelve and they drove from the theatre at a quarter till. Now we were on the back row and five open spaces were on either side of us and a car in front of us with spaces on its sides matching our row. The second movie ended around midnight and almost everyone left. There was about forty cars left for the show. We were the only car on the back row with one car four rows up and the rest seemed to be in a large group encircling the concession stand, the closest being fifteen rows. The movie started and the car four rows in front of us left five minutes later. The second movie was not that good but was a hard 'R' having plenty of T&A shots but no story. The movie playing now was a soft 'R' and contained shots of tits only. Susan sat forward and her arms twisted behind her back. She squirmed around and pulled her bra from under her blouse and pushed it under the seat. She turned on the seat and leaned over and spoke lowly in my ear, "Everyone is gone now so you don't have to worry about being seen with me," pulling my hand under her top as she spoke. I didn't get a chance to respond before she kissed me, her mouth was closed but it began to gradually open and the kiss lasted. She was soon searching inside my mouth and her tongue was wild. My hand was busy on her breast and I slipped one hand under her skirt and felt the softness of the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs as far as the skirt would allow and my fingers were lightly touching her pussy lips. I started to raise her blouse and get her breast in my mouth but a light lit us up at that instant. She quickly pushed me away and asked me to take her home. I pulled into her drive and she had me park beside the garage, concealing the truck from the house. She turned to me and asked, "Do you want to come in? I have my own apartment, you know." "For a few minutes," I said. Tonight was a bust and I needed to get some relief. My evening had not gone well so far. I thought I was in and then she moved away and after she let me touch her breasts, she quickly pushed me off. I would go in for a few minutes and then stop on the way home and get some five-fingered relief. Once inside, I was amazed, she did have an apartment. It consisted of two rooms, a large bedroom and the living area was equipped with a sofa, table, and chairs, with a small stove and refrigerator. She pointed out the door connecting to the main house. "Dad built this for me when I graduated. He said I could come home anytime and have my privacy." She went to the small refrigerator and took two drinks, placing one before me and taking a large drink from the other. "Dad is happy with me staying here but mom is always searching for me a husband," she said as she stood looking down at me. I was feeling a little uncomfortable with her just staring and got up to leave. I walked to the door and stopped, her bumping into me. I turned and looked at her face, she was beautiful, even with the sad look on her face. I wanted to say something but I felt my face becoming flushed as I looked at her blouse and saw her nipple points through the maternity top. I knew she hadn't put her bra back on and I was getting an erection. My knees became weak when I looked at her and knew she caught me looking at her breasts. Her hand reached mine and when she touched me a static shock passed between us, causing us to both jump. Reaching my hand once again she began walking backwards slowly. I followed as she continued backing and looking into my eyes. I tried to avert my eyes from hers but they went to her breasts and back again, my knees getting weaker all the time. When she passed through the door I held to the door. I had to because I was using it for support. I released her hand and she continued backing. Stopping at the bed, she slowly lifted her blouse over her head and tossed it on a chair. I didn't know what size breasts she had but I thought 'C' to myself. All I know is they looked great to me, the dark pink circling each nipple made them look erotic. The hard nipples were pointed and they looked dark. I was definably staring at them. Her hand came out and I walked to her on wobbly legs, afraid I was going to fall flat on the floor. She pulled my shirt over my head when I came to her, tossing the shirt on her blouse. Before going to the door and turning the lights out, she pulled the coverlet down on the bed. It was pure dark in the room and I heard her removing the remainder of her clothes and then she was on the bed. I removed my clothes and sat on the bed, startled when her warm hand touched my back. Her hand moved up my back and came to my shoulder, where she applied enough pressure to get me to lay back. I was trembling. I didn't know what was different about this girl, I had a dozen erections looking at her earlier in the day. My wild thoughts from the afternoon were totally obscure now as I tried to think back to recall how she made me erect. I couldn't see her, rather I saw Jean and Valerie. I was aware of Susan placing my hand on her breast, as she propped on an elbow with one breast pressing against me. Her hand traveled over my stomach, stopping at my navel and probing inside, and then continuing past my growth of hair to gently grasp my semi erect prick. She was handling my prick so softly, tenderly cupping my balls, after she wasn't getting a response from my prick. I looked into the darkness, looking for her image, but it was nowhere to be seen. I saw Jean, her eight month stomach looking so sexy and I felt my prick stir. Valerie's breast came into view as I watched her lift her body from the pool, breasts pressing against the cups of her suit, and I felt my erection growing. Valerie just a few feet away, what was she doing? I pictured her legs spread and her open pussy and imagined it was her hand on my prick. My prick was hard and my balls were churning. "NO, NO," I thought to myself,"Too soon, too soon," my balls erupted and Susan was jacking me off. I remembered moaning as she continued massaging my prick until my balls were drained and my prick limp. Susan was wiping my stomach and prick with the softest cloth. It felt so soft and erotic. I thought I was going to get another erection but it didn't come. Just that wonderful feeling like my orgasm was continuing. I was sucking a nipple and she was moaning, I knew she was enjoying my mouth on her. I changed breasts and her nipples were so stiff, I nipped them with my teeth and she emitted a different tone and I knew I was too rough. My hand had been caressing her puffy stomach, which was so soft to the touch, as she lay on her back. I didn't resist her as she pushed my hand lower until I was fingering her bush; she started humping her body upwards wanting me to touch lower. I started fingering her pussy when her hand finally pushed mine to the spot she wanted my hand to work on. I was fingering her pussy and her hands were putting pressure on my head. I trailing kisses down from her breasts over the small flat stomach and then on her puffed belly. I flicked my tongue in her navel after running my tongue round and round. She was sensitive between her navel and her small turf of female hair. I would kiss and lick and each time she flinched and pushed my mouth away. I kept going back and she finally spoke, "Please, no, please keep going," and I knew she wanted me to move to her pussy. I began licking and sucking her female hair and she was moaning as she spoke, "No, No, No." I swiped my tongue through her slit, which was wet and open. I heard her gasp for breath when I did this. After a long pause I repeated the action and once again the gasp. After the fourth time her hands went to my head and pressed my face in her opening. I plunged my tongue as deep as I could stretch it and drug it roughly out of the top of her opening, causing her to flinch. I continued this a few times and her clit was standing prominently at her opening. I pressed my tongue flat against it and began working it in and out as fast as I could. Her body motions began changing and she became tenser. She had started pushing up to meet my tongue and now her motions were jerking when she tried to get more of my tongue. I stopped moving and sucked her clit into my mouth, hard. I flicked it roughly with my tongue and she moaned. I was sucking as hard as I could and she was getting louder and louder. Her hands grasped mine and brought them to her breasts, her hard nipples pressing into my palms. My lips were hurting, sucking her to me so hard, coupled with the pressure she was applying to the back of my head with one hand while pressing my free hand against her breasts. Her legs went around my head and her lower body came off the bed as she made a loud sound, muffled to me, her legs locked against my head. All of a sudden she went totally relaxed and curled in the fetal position. I heard her crying and put my hand on her hip, only to have it pushed away roughly. I put a hand on her shoulder and she pushed it away and yelled, "Don't touch me." I was shaken and didn't know what to do. She was crying and I wondered what I had caused. I became nervous and fumbled in the darkness for my clothes, dressed hurriedly, and rushed from the room. I stumbled on the sofa and fell, stars racing through my head as I grabbed my forehead. Driving home I began to feel the blood trickling into my eye and I reached for my handkerchief. I wasn't carrying one. I leaned up and reached behind the seat searching for any type rag but couldn't feel one. Finally I reached under the front seat and found a strip of cloth. I pressed it to my forehead and held it most of the way home. I tossed it to the seat when I turned into the drive. I checked the cut in the mirror and saw it had stopped bleeding. It looked pretty bad but I carefully cleaned it as best I could. I showered, my abdomen crusty with my dried semen spread over it and into my hair above my prick. I recalled Susan's soft hand on me earlier and I started getting hard. I was thinking of her hard nipples, puffy stomach, and her enlarged clit. I worked my mouth, my lips still a little numb, as I shot a load of cum against the shower wall. I could hear shouting when I woke. I was a little groggy, having tossed a while before getting to sleep, while wondering what I did to upset Susan so. The shouting continued but I could not make out the words, but for fear of harm coming to Nat and Ida I quickly slipped on a pair of sweats and rushed downstairs. On the way down I heard Eddie shouting, "I don't know what he did to my little girl but every time I ask about last night she starts crying and now I find this bloody bra in my truck, her bra." I heard Jonah, "Eddie, cool down, let's hear his explanation." "Explanation! Hell! I want to know what he did to my girl. Get the little bastard down here." I walked into the kitchen and saw Nat and Ida standing by the table, white as ghosts. Eddie was waving the blood soaked bra around and Jonah was trying to take it. I saw Eddie lunge at me as soon as I stepped into the room, yelling loudly, "There is the son-of-a-bitch." I saw his fist coming at my face at the same time Jonah lunged for him. My lights went out. ------- Chapter 3 I knew I was dreaming because the light was so bright and it was coming from all directions, same as the women. Ida would run by, her nipples bouncing, followed by Nina, with bouncing breasts. Susan always followed Nina and her breasts were bouncing on her pregnant belly but instead of laughing like Ida and Nina, she was always crying. Gay would walk slowly by and stop, turn to me, smile, lift her breasts to me, and then walk off. Not one was wearing clothing and they would disappear every time I reached for them. Someone was holding my left arm and I could not turn my head to see the person. I was dreaming again and now Eddie was standing over me with his fist drawn back. He never struck me. He disappeared when I tried to stop his fist from striking at me. Butch came in after Eddie disappeared. He was smiling and telling me to get up. I would raise and he would strike me again, knocking me back to the ground. After he knocked me down three times, rather quickly, I raised my arm and he disappeared. "Damn, what's with the pin?" I said after it was stuck in my other foot. It hurt in one foot and someone stuck the other. "That's a good sign," I heard someone say and there was more talking however it was a bunch of mumble to me. No one was speaking clearly and six or seven heads were over me but they were moving and I couldn't identify them. At least they stopped sticking the pin in my foot. My head hurt and my arm much worse. I couldn't lift the arm and a soft hand was holding my other arm. I didn't want to move it because if I moved it the hand would go away. I just lay there, afraid to move. I opened an eye and shut it quickly. Susan was holding my hand but I didn't see who was holding my arm so firmly. I opened the eye quickly and closed it again. Susan was still there. I lay perfectly still allowing the hand to hold mine and then she moved it. "NO, I didn't move, you can't go," I heard myself say, reaching for the hand. "DAD, HE'S AWAKE!" I heard Susan shout. Eddie said something about the doctor but I wasn't paying attention. I just reached for the hand again. The warm hand took mine and I heard Susan say, "I'm here. You're going to be OK." There had been a big commotion after that, what with doctors and nurses pushing, probing, sticking, shining that damn light in my eyes, it's a wonder I could go back to sleep but I did. When I woke again I opened my eye quickly and closed it. Susan still had my hand but it was almost dark in the room. Whoever was in the room with us was still holding my left arm. He and I weren't going to be on good terms when I got up, I knew that for sure. I opened my eye for a few seconds and she didn't go away. That was a good sign so I opened it and looked at her for a long while and closed it quickly when she moved. Her hand was still holding mine so I took another chance and opened my eye and she was looking at me. I whispered to her, "Susan, don't tell them I have my eye open." She looked at me and a big smile came on her face and she leaned over and kissed me on the lips softly and said, "Don't worry, I won't" sitting back in the chair. I could see she was crying softly. "Damn, why is she crying again," I wondered. At least she didn't tell them I was awake. It was so pleasant with her holding my hand, and she sat beside me for three hours before a nurse finally came in and saw I was awake. The parade of doctors and nurses came again and it was two hours before they finally left us alone. I went to sleep with her holding my hand and when I woke it was daylight and she was still holding to my hand. Eddie was now in the room with us and someone was still holding my left arm. Eddie informed me I was in the hospital four nights. He also said Susan was with me the entire time, feeling responsible for me. Eddie and Valerie had also spent many hours by my side. Eddie was full of apologies and I heard them every day. I learned, from Jonah, I had stepped back to avert Edie's attack and fallen, striking my head while falling on my arm. My arm was in a cast as I broke it just above the elbow. I also twisted my shoulder and the cast was shoulder to hand. Before I left the hospital, Eddie and I were alone, and he explained why Susan had been so upset the night I was with her. She told her mother and Val told Eddie. It was left to Eddie to explain the situation to me. Susan had been forced to give a date a blow job while in college and found it revolting. She had also read stories where the ultimate act of love was when a man ate a woman and she in turn gave him a blow job. After I ate Susan's pussy she couldn't suck my prick so she got upset, at herself, and started crying. The next morning when her dad had asked how the evening had been she started crying again, feeling bad because she couldn't retaliate the act of love with a blow job. With out understanding this Eddie had come to me and when he saw the blood soaked bra he had simply lost his cool. Eddie informed me Nat and Ida were at the hospital the first night. He said when they couldn't get my blood pressure steady, coupled with my erratic heart rate, Nat became upset and had suffered a possible heart attack. That is the reason they were not at the hospital. Ida was watching Nat, with the help of Nina and Rita, who had moved in, for the time being. I was going to have a good scar, over my eye, from falling over Susan's sofa and not getting it attended promptly. I was also going to be staying at Eddies house until the doctor said I was OK to be on my own, as I was still subject to dizzy spells. Eddie and Susan took total responsibility for my accident and injuries. Eddie took me from the hospital to Nat and Ida's to assure them I was OK. They didn't know why Eddie was so upset at me but I told them every thing was straight and it was a misunderstanding. I didn't figure it was anyone's business why Susan had been so upset and I didn't want to burden them further. At Susan's, I was given her 'cottage' and she moved back into her old room. That night, Valerie came to check on me before she want to bed and I lost half a nights sleep because of her. She came in, wearing a tiny peignoir with a wrap which was open to the waist. She leaned over me and kissed my forehead and her breasts were within inches of my mouth. I kept an erection half the night but because of rotor-rooter, the catheter, I was kept in pain. The following day Susan was not well. Her four days at the hospital had taken its toll on her and she was put to bed by orders of her doctor, so Valerie was left to tend to two patients. Susan spent three days in bed and during those three days Valerie managed to keep me blushing one-half of the time. Knowing I was timid, she admitted to me later she used all her womanly charms. She started out wearing tights and switched to short shorts, where I could see her slit when she sat across from me, which she did a lot, never sitting ladylike. Her blouse was either the type that was tied under her breasts, a halter, or a low neck where her breasts threatened to fall out when she leaned over. I was constantly hard. Each evening I listened to Eddie apologize for half an hour and he gave me an update on Nat and Ida, as he stopped by every afternoon to check on them. The third day I was there, a Sunday, Eddie spent the entire day at the farm, and Valerie went out of her way to torment me, wearing only a robe until it was time for him. That evening he told me he had talked to Nat about getting a new truck as the one he was driving was past its prime. The following day, Monday, was a follow-up for me and Jean came over to stay with Susan while Val took me to my doctors appointment. I still had dizzy spells so I had to take another scan and there was still a little bleeding however I was much better. Before the scan the nurse came in and said there was an emergency and instead of me going next, it would be an hour possibly. Valerie was sitting in the room with me and as soon as the nurse left Valerie locked the door and came to the table I was sitting on. I had one of those paper gowns that are open in the back, and she just pushed me back on the examining table. I was awestruck at what she was up to when her lips began kissing the head of my prick. I felt it jump and I was erect within moments. She took the head in her mouth and started sucking. She never took more than the head and she sucked till I shot into her mouth, swallowing rapidly and not loosing a drop of my cum. When I was limp she stood and said, "I have wanted to do that since the day Susan told me she was afraid to do it. Now I can tell her you have a good taste." I felt my face become flush and I squeaked out, my voice not working right, "You are not going to tell her, are you?" "I may, if she doesn't come to her senses soon," she said as she licked at her teeth. "Don't you think she should do it to you? After all, she said you made her come awful hard." Susan was up, the first time in three days, talking to Jean when we returned. I got her out to the cottage quickly, not wanting her to talk to Val. Jean stayed the remainder of the day and she and Jonah stayed for supper that evening. After the dinner dished were cleared, Eddie brought a deck of cards out and asked who wanted to play. Jean asked, "What game?" Valerie interjected quickly, "Strip poker." I left the room immediately and went to the cottage, followed shortly by Susan. Alone in the cottage, we sat on the sofa and watched TV, Susan eventually lying beside me with her head in my lap. After watching a couple of programs Susan went into her bedroom and returned a few minutes later wearing a robe. She laid again with her head in my lap only she took my hand and placed it inside her robe. For an hour I caressed her breasts, stomach, the baby, and eventually I worked around and slipped two fingers inside her. She was twisting and turning on the sofa and I was being smart and said, "Do you have to go pee?" She slapped me on the hand and said, "Yes, damn you." She came out of the bathroom and locked the doors, the outside, and connecting door to her parents rooms. She turned a small lamp on over the TV and took my hand and pulled me to the bedroom, turning a small lamp on beside the bed. Turning to face me, she let the robe fall off her shoulders and stood before me nude. She seemed to blush a little and lowered her head, not looking at me any longer. The cast on my shoulder seemed cumbersome for the first time in days, as I tried to get the large shirt unbuttoned and the one arm removed. When I started removing my trousers I could see her watching me. I removed the trousers and was now standing in front of her, as nude as was she, not counting the cast. I could see she was nervous and I placed a hand on her shoulder. She apparently took this as a sign I wanted her to drop to her knees because she started down and quickly stood and turned away. She was crying again. I moved to her, wrapping my good arm her and, holding her small waist, I said I thought she was beautiful and I didn't expect her to do anything other than what she felt good doing. I held her for a long while and she stopped crying some time later, as I continued to hold her tightly. I pulled her to the bed where we tried different positions for an hour but the cast was always in the way. She had me laying sideways at the head of the bed, when we finally were able to make love. She was holding to the headboard, and lowered herself on my erection. This was fabulous for me and I was finally able to get, hold, and utilize the erection that, for the past hour or more, kept coming and going. I was looking up at her pussy, her pregnant belly, and her breasts hanging and bouncing as she had one foot spread on either side of my hips. I was fingering her clit while she was doing the work. She came before me, her pussy tightening on my prick, causing my balls to erupt, as my prick funneled my fluids inside her. When she raised her body from my prick, the fluids ran onto my groin and stomach. She was quick with a cloth to clean me. After cleaning me she cupped my balls in her hand and just stared at my half limp prick. She looked up at me, her face showing no expression, and then back to my prick. She emitted a weird sound just before she lowered her mouth to my prick. She didn't move, just held my prick head in her mouth for a few moments, then gave three or four sucks, before quickly raising her head. She gagged a couple of times and I thought she was going to get sick on me, however she didn't. She went through this same routine five times before she finally held it in her mouth. She would hold it and suck three or four times and stop. She kept this up and I became hard. After a while she was sucking and not pausing. At that point I started lifting her head slightly and letting it fall back, the weight of her head causing more of my prick to enter her mouth. I would lift, release, and her mouth was taking me deeper each time. It came to the point I would touch her head and she was lifting it, on her own, eventually taking one half my length. I was going to cum but I didn't tell her. I waited till my balls erupted and placed my hand on the back of her head, to keep her from lifting off. I wanted her to take my cum. She sputtered and tried to take my prick out but I held her and I could see her throat working, she was swallowing. I was limp when I moved my hand and let her head come off my prick. She looked at me with the biggest grin. She moved up and kissed me on the lips. She hadn't done a very good job of swallowing because I got a mouthful of my spunk as she swiped the inside of my mouth with her tongue. We lay cradled in one another's arms for an hour, I toyed with her breasts and nipples all the while. It was over an hour before she lowered her head to the point I couldn't see her face and asked, "Will you do me again now, please?" I stayed at her house a total of four weeks before the doctor said I could resume a normal schedule, including returning to school, although I had to take a light schedule. During the remainder of my stay I ate her pussy every evening and she sucked my prick, from one to three times a day. She started lactating the last week I was there, the first three days her milk tasted rather bad but it was becoming sweeter. Valerie told me, the afternoon before I came home, she had given me the blow job, on impulse, mainly because I had not told others why Eddie came at me, which would have caused great embarrassment to Susan. She said she had planned on doing it the Sunday she had walked around in her robe but never got the nerve. I remember asking if there was chance of a repeat and she had stood in front of me and opened her blouse and shook her tits in my face saying, "That's as close as you get buster." She got pretty good at flashing me after she saw how red faced I got each time. She even coaxed Susan into doing it one night as they stood behind Eddie, while he and I were sitting in their living room. The day I came home was the happiest I have ever seen Nat and Ida. They fussed over me, as did Nina and Rita. Nina slipped into my room that evening and sucked me, at my insistence, before I let her lower her pussy onto my prick. It was much easier since the shoulder cast had been removed, and now the cast was only six inches above my elbow to my hand. Jean had her baby that morning at six and Jonah called half an hour later. The house was in a turmoil all day. Frank and Joe had stopped by to see me after learning I was back. Gay was with her father but I didn't have a chance to talk to her alone. Nathan mentioned it one time about how Gay was a fine looking girl and he suggested I try to take her to a picture show sometimes. Frank had replied that all I had to do was ask and he was sure she would go with me. A couple of other families had also stopped by, close to lunch naturally, and Ida had asked them to stay and eat, which they accepted readily. I was happy Ida and Nat were getting to see old friends but the friends were beginning to get on my nerves. A little after three Nat told Ida he had to check on a couple of things and told me to get the truck. He whispered as I passed, "Throw a six-pack or two in the cab also." On the way out to the highway Nat said, "Let's go up on the hill," popping a beer. I had a little trouble steering with one hand but I managed fairly well, especially not having driven the truck in over a month. We were on our second can when Nathan asked, "Are you and Eddie OK now, any hard feelings?" "No sir, no hard feelings, it was a misunderstanding and things are good between us. I don't hold him responsible for what happened." Only Eddie, Valerie, Susan and myself knew the real problem and I was OK with that. He nodded and took a drink from the can. We were on the next can before he spoke again, "I am going to deed the farm over to you. I don't know what Nina will do later and Ida and I have talked about it, along with Rita, and we think it's best if we leave it to you and just make sure Nina is cared for. The doctors don't know how long this ticker will continue to work, after the first one the rest come quicker they say." I knew he was talking about the slight attack, although what is slight. I looked at him and he was looking over the land I knew he truly loved. He looked so calm and peaceful when he was sitting in this spot. I saw him looking to the pond and he said, "I haven't seen the boys down there lately but the girl you were with has been there every Saturday while you stayed in town. She just sits on the bank for a while and then leaves. I don't know why he spoke of her as that girl because he knew her name and had all her life. We finished the two six packs and he said it was time to get back to the house. He had said very little in the two hours we were on the hill. The next morning I was up early and stopped in the kitchen for a glass of juice before doing my chores. Ida was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee when I walked in. She had fixed her hair and had makeup on. I drank the juice and turned to her and said, "Looking good." She just smiled and said, "Nathan wants you to take him to town this morning." I walked around behind her and slipped my hands inside her robe, taking each nipple between my fingers and thumb and began twirling them. She was pressing her hands against mine when I said, "No problem, do you want me to take you somewhere also?" "Git with you, before you get in trouble," she said as she reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek, pressing my hands against her small breasts harder. I was whistling as I reached the barn and Ben's presence startled me. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "Nathan's paying me to do your chores... but I guess I am out of a job now." He was smiling and said, "It's good to see you feeling so well, don't hear you whistle too much in the morning," after a slight pause he continued, "When you going back to school?" "Monday, I guess, I'm going to play hooky the next two days. I have to take Nat to town for something this morning. How has your sister been doing?" He knew I was asking about Gay. "She has been moping around, I heard dad tell her two nights ago he was going to put a willow on her ass if she doesn't stop grumbling about everything. I know she misses you, she said so." He was talking as he broke open a bale of hay and spread it around the stall. "I'd like to take her to the movies tomorrow night if she will go with me. I am going to ask her this evening." I said as I picked up the empty water bucket knocked over by the calves. When I came back with the water I saw him walking to the path that led him home. When I walked into the house I had breakfast almost ready for the table. I walked towards her, she was standing by the sink, and she held her hands out and said, "Get away." I jumped when Nathan spoke, "He has to wash his hands, he just came in from the barn." She looked at me, a big grin on her face, and said, "Well, wash your hands and sit down." I looked over to her as I was washing my hands and saw her grinning. I smiled and Nathan said, "What are you two up to?" "Nathan, she has on makeup and has done her hair, and she wants me to take you to town this morning. Do you reckon she is hiding something from us?" She sat the plate of biscuits on the table and Nathan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to his lap, saying, "And what are hiding from us woman," as his hand slipped inside her robe. She was squealing and squirming and jumped from his lap, her robe in his hands. She was headed in my direction and I grabbed her arm as she turned, trying to get back to him and her robe. She jerked the arm free and rushed back and pulled her robe from him quickly and slipped it on. "She is hiding something from us, did you see that, she hid her tits." He began laughing. She looked at him and said, "For that you can get your own breakfast, and dinner, and even your own supper. You two are perverts." She started laughing because he kidded her about her breasts for as far back as I can remember but he always said she had the best looking ones in town. I walked over to them and wrapped an arm around each and pulled them close to me, "I love you guys, you know." I sat at my place and waited for her to bring the eggs. I think I saw a tear when she sat them on the table. It was good to see them in this mood because that is the way they acted in the past, something I hadn't seen in almost six months. We were drinking a cup of coffee, after finishing breakfast, when Nina came down dressed for school. She walked to Ida, kissing her on the cheek, then to Nathan, and finally to me. She kissed me on the lips and ground her lips into mine and quickly rushed to the refrigerator for a glass of juice. I looked at Nat and Ida and saw Nina had left lipstick on their cheeks. They in turn looked at me and started laughing. I got up and Nina ran behind Nat, keeping he and the table between us. I looked at her and she was smiling and I knew what she had done. I went to the bathroom and her lipstick was smeared over my lips. I washed my face and walked back into the kitchen the same time Rita did. Nina kept the table between she and I till she left for school. I pulled the truck up near the door and waited for ten minutes, finally shutting it off. Rita came out and stuck her head in the window and said, "They are looking for some papers. They will be here in a minute." She started back to the house and turned, coming back to the passenger side and getting in. She wasn't trying to hide the fact her gown was open and I could see her breast spilling over the bra, her nipples showing and erect, and her legs spread, allowing me to see her white panties. I felt my face becoming red and thought about what Nat told me before, she did it to embarrass me. She was watching my eyes and face and asked, "Would you take me to Crockett's Lounge, for a couple of hours this evening, I want to see the floor show?" She was smiling and getting a thrill out of my expression I guessed. Crockett's was about forty miles from home and I know they brought entertainers in each week, sometimes big names. Both breasts were pointed at me and I said, "I sure will, but only if you wear a bra like this." I mashed a nipple between my finger and thumb. "A short skirt, and no panties," Placing my hand on her leg and sliding it slowly to the junction between her legs. She had a shocked look on her face for a moment, but finally answered, "OK, deal." She slid out of the truck, showing more leg, if possible, and walked to the house. She never looked back. "HOT DAMN," I said to myself. I know where Nina gets her legs and tits, as I remembered she looked so sexy this morning. I was rearranging my prick when Ida and Nat walked out of the house. It was a big surprise when Nat had me drive them to the truck dealer. Two hours later I was chauffeuring them in a crew cab, with power steering and brakes, and about everything else put on a truck. It was nice till I learned a couple of days later how much gasoline that mama held. We went from the dealer to the bank, where they had a bunch of papers notarized, and then to the grocery store. I saw Nathan grinning as soon as he saw the big titted girl was cashier today. He kept looking at me with a shit eating grin on his face. We finished shopping and before we got to the checkout he passed me some money and said they would wait for me in the truck. She finished ringing up the groceries and, as usual leaned over, her breast more than half way across the counter. I leaned to her, putting my body between her breast, which my hand began massaging, and the woman standing behind me. I whispered, "What are your days off?" Her reply was quick, "Sunday and Monday," well aware I was squeezing her nipples now. As she made my change I scribbled my number on a receipt and mouthed, "Call me Sunday," as she counted my change to me. She nodded quickly as I waited for the package boy, about sixteen, to close his gaping mouth and finish sacking my groceries. We were pulling out of the parking lot when Ida spoke up, "You were playing with her breasts in there." Ida seemed a little shaken but Nathan was laughing loudly. Five miles down the road Nathan was still chuckling and Ida still shaking her head and saying, "I can't believe it." Ben came walking up as I was starting my chores. He was smiling and told me, "She said she would love to go and you don't have to call her. She wanted to know if seven-thirty was OK?" He had a big smile on his face as he passed the message to me. His facial expression changed quick when I said, Nat wants to talk to you." He looked dejected as he walked to the house. He returned five minutes later and the smile was back, "He wants me to continue helping and doing the chores till you get your cast off, and possibly a few weeks after that. He said he had to make sure your arm was OK first." He was gliding through the chores, he was so happy. We finished the chores and when I went inside I told Nate and Ida I was taking Gay to the movies Friday night. They seemed pleased with this and Nat said, "She was the only kid Frank had that was real smart, the rest was half smart." Ida spoke up and said, "Aren't we the critical one tonight. Remember, you two have to fix your own supper." We looked at one another for a moment and Nathan shouted, "Rita, Ida doesn't feel like cooking tonight, can we beg you to cook for us?" Rita came in the room and said, "I'll get right on it, Dan is taking me to Crockett's tonight for the floorshow, if that's ok with you." Nat replied, "His truck, he has the keys, he goes where he pleases." Nat had given me the keys earlier and I in turn gave one to Ida, always needing a spare handy. Rita started on the supper and Ida got up and began helping with a comment, "You men, you think you have it made." She swatted at Nat as she walked by him. I was ready at seven-thirty and Rita came down a few minutes later. She looked S-H-A-R-P. She was wearing a red skirt which came half way to her knees, and a blouse that stretched over her shoulders and an abundance of cleavage was showing. She passed Nathan and he commented, "You must be going big game hunting tonight cause you sure have plenty of bait there," He winked at me as I rose and followed her. She stood beside the truck, waiting for me to open her door. I opened the door and she started to step in and I said, "STOP." She replaced her foot on the ground and looked at me and I just stood there. It suddenly dawned on her what I was waiting for and she tossed her tiny purse into the seat and placed both hands at the hem of her skirt. Looking around, checking to see if anyone was watching, she lifted the skirt and her pussy was bare. She smiled and said, "I shaved it especially for you." Lowering the skirt she placed her hands on her shoulders and said, "Rouged only for you," lowering the blouse and I was looking at her dark red areola. My prick jumped as I held my hand to assist her in the truck. She lifted her leg, a strategic move, where I was looking at her open pussy. She smiled as she stepped into the cab. I was adjusting my prick as I walked around the truck. She sat close as I drove, pulling my hand to her thigh, and telling me to steer with my cast. We crossed into the next county and she asked me to stop at a convenience store and she ran inside. She came out carrying a six-pack and we were on the road again. I couldn't hold her leg, the beer, and drive, so I drank the beer quickly, freeing my hand. The entertainment was the best, a name artist, and we sat around drinking and dancing almost two hours after the show ended. I had a half dozen beers in me and had to stop half way home. I got out and pissed and when I got back in the truck she was in the back seat. She was laying in the back seat, wearing her stockings and high heeled shoes. One leg was hooked behind the seat and the other on the floor. It took me a full minute to get my shoes, socks, shorts, and trousers off. I gave up trying to get the shirt off. I opened the front door and got out, stepping on sharp rocks, slammed the door shut, opened the back door, crawled in, and closed it. I was in a hurry. She guided my head to the shaved pussy and I licked and sucked, working on one lip at a time until she was begging me to start sucking her clit. I closed my lips over the now stiff membrane, and began sucking it, gently then hard, and repeated the steps till she was forcing her pussy hard into my face and she started cuming. Her legs locked around my head and I was in heaven I thought. Her pussy was a lot sweeter than Nina's or Susan's. I continued sucking her till she finally pushed me away. We rested a few minutes and she pushed me back on the seat. Her mouth was actually hot when it closed over my prick. She sucked me till I was going to cum and stopped, played with my ball sack, keeping me hard, and went back to taking my prick in her mouth. I started to cum and she knew it because a moment before I shot into her mouth, she ran a finger up my asshole and I screamed as I shot hard into her mouth. I could feel the spurts as she pressed the finger in and out, sucking in time with her finger moving. I was drained and lifeless when she released my prick from her mouth. I looked down and it was wilted. We sat beside one another for a long while, her massaging my legs and balls, while I toyed with her nipples, her breast, and her pussy. I thought I was finished for the night but I felt my prick start to grow, because of her manipulations. I started to get hard and she lowered her mouth to me once again and sucked till I was hard. She took her mouth from my prick, placed the condom on it, and lowered her body slowly on me, causing me to moan. "I never... before." She stopped me from speaking by placing a breast in my face and I pushed around till I had the nipple. She fucked up and down on me, the condom taking away most of the sensitivity. The condom did its job because she came twice before I came the first time. My second cum was just as climactic as the first however I only spurted three times. She rested her body on mine and I was sucking one nipple and then another till she finally pulled back and said, "They were sore." She moved off me and stripped the condom from my prick, tossing it out of the open window. Lowering her head to my prick, she began licking and cleaning it. She had it pretty clean when she reached into the floor and took a package of baby wipes, opened them and finished cleaning my prick with one of the wipes from the package. Handing the package of wipes to me, she asked, "Would you like to clean me, please?" I cleaned her and when I finished, tossed the soiled wipes out the window. I lowered my face to her pussy and kissed it, and then plunged my tongue deep into her. "You will have to clean me again," she said as she spread her legs wider. I sucked and licked her to two more orgasms before she passed the wipes to me again. This time I cleaned her and only kissed her nubbin, and open slit when I had finished. She reached over the seat and gathered her clothes and tossed them to me. I dressed her, needing to make many adjustments on her bra. She stepped outside and made final adjustments before dressing me. I had a hand on her thigh as we traveled down the highway. I was getting pretty good at holding the wheel with two fingers and a thumb. She said, "You've never used a condom?' "No" "You must, from tonight on." "Ida is the only safe person I know, otherwise you will use a condom." "You know..." I was stunned. "Yes, I know about and Ida, we're sisters, remember." Rita said. "And Nina?" I asked. "You most definitely use a condom with her. I don't want her pregnant at her age, Do you understand me, Dan?" "You don't know it but you have so much to loose, there are any number of girls will tell you they are safe, and before you know it, one of them will come up pregnant. Are you listening to me?" "Promise me, PLEASE." She was begging. "OK, I promise." I wondered about my date the following night. "What about Gay," I asked. "Everyone, that includes Gay." She said as she smiled at me. I smiled back and said, "What about Susan?" "If she is showing six months, she is safe, from pregnancy, but not disease. Someone was there before and you don't know where that person has been. Am I making sense?" She looked serious. "Yes, ma'am, a condom every time." I smiled at her. This seemed to please her and she raised and kissed me on the cheek, patted my prick, and placed her hand on my leg. Settling back in the seat, she pulled my arm around her shoulder and pressed my hand to her breast. I finished the drive home, her breast cupped in my hand. I woke late the following morning, looking out my window just as Ben was leaving the barn and walking towards the path. I pulled my skivvies on and Nina walked into my room. "It must have been a good night, you are late getting up this morning," she said as she wrapped her arms around me, pressing her breasts into my back. "So, so," I said as I turned and pulled her to me, kissing her forehead. I held her a few seconds wondering how I would feel about her if she weren't my cousin. She was so comfortable in my arms. "Got to go," She said pushing away from me and pulling my head down and lightly kissed me on the lips. I wrinkled my nose at her as she walked to the door, she, waving her fingers at me as she turned and walked down the hall. I pulled on sweats and walked downstairs. I sat down and Ida placed a plate of food in front of me. Rita was sitting silent. Nathan said, "Must have been hell of a hunt last night. The bait looks worn out this morning." He chuckled. Rita gave him a sour look but the sour look changed to a smile when she looked at Ida. Ida smiled as she sat down to her food. I was almost finished when I asked, "Anyone need anything from town, I'm going in this morning." I looked at Rita and she smiled. Ida looked confused. I was leaving the table and Rita said, "I need some tampons please, I started my period this morning." A smile was on her face when I looked at her. I thought I saw a smile crack on Ida's face also, but I was already leaving the room. It was early afternoon before I got to town, having stopped, and checked half a dozen fields for Nat. It was hot and I was glad for the AC in the truck. It was a smooth riding vehicle, of course any vehicle would be better than a twelve year old one. I thought I saw Fran, Ms. Peoples roommate, about a half block from the drug store but I wasn't sure. I parked a half block past, wanting to stop at the hardware also. I walked to the drugstore and saw it was Fran, I spoke and she looked strangely at me, and I explained to her who I was. She remembered, when she said Mimi said you have been absent thus far this year. I waved my arm and said, "I'm returning Monday. Would you care for a cola, I'm famished," I said to her. I could she was hot also, having perspired through her shirt, under which she was wearing no bra. She was showing about three inches of bare skin from shirt bottom to shorts. She nodded and said, "Thank you, I will." She followed me as I bought the colas and I followed her to a table after she accepted hers. We chatted for fifteen minutes, meanwhile the AC in the store was working because her nipples were pointing sharply into the damp shirt. It didn't appear to bother her when she caught me looking at least six times. I made my apologies telling her I still had shopping to do and we parted. I was walking through the store looking for tampons, I almost gave up when I found them. Rita didn't say what size so I got regular. I was standing at the counter, waiting for the young girl to find the price on condoms when I glanced back and Fran was behind me. She saw the tampons, grabbed her mouth, and walked quickly away. Five minutes later I was still waiting for a price on the condoms. She told the girl the price, holding up a package for verification, and smiled again. I saw she was now holding tampons, super size. She was directly behind me when I left the store and I asked, "Would you like a ride?" "That would be nice," she said with a smile, "I didn't expect it to be this hot today." She had to give directions because I forgot where the house was and when we stopped she looked back and said, "Thank you and thanks for the soda." "Could I call you sometimes?" I asked before she closed the door. "Sure, I have no classes on Fridays and am here on weekends." She gave me the number and I drove a block to a store, bought a pen and pad, and wrote her number on the pad. She didn't hesitate, I remembered, when I asked to call her. She knew I was a high school student also. I was on cloud nine on the drive home. Ben walked in as I was almost finished with the chores. He pulled a bale from the loft, which I was glad of, and spread it. "Dan, you better not be late tonight or Gay won't be able to go. Dad said she was going to get an ass whipping before supper. She has been a bitch this week and dad told her he was fed up. If he gives her a licking she won't be able to sit down for a couple of days." He was sounding serious as he said this while looking straight at me. "OK, here's what, when you get back tell her I want to pick her up early. I have to go to the county seat and I want her to go along." I hoped he understood. "OOOPPPS," He didn't. "What do you have to do at the county seat, Dan?" he was serious. "Just tell her I will be over early, in half an hour. OK?" I said wanted to make sure he didn't get confused. "You're coming for her in half an hour, Right?" he looked pleased. "Right, tell her Dan will be there in half an hour. And thanks," I said. I stopped by the truck and picked up Rita's package and carried it into the house. She was at the table talking with Ida so I sat it in front of them. "Regular ok," I asked. "Yes, thanks. You're a doll," Rita said. "What's the difference between regular and super," I asked walking to the stairs. "Absorbency," she said nonchalantly. I was muttering to myself, not intending to be heard, "Whew, I thought it was size." "I heard that," She shouted to me. And then I them chuckling to themselves. As I walked up the stairs I remember seeing Gay's purse upended on the bus and she was carrying super tampons. I thought for a minute, there might be a problem if Rita was a regular. Twenty minutes later I was out the door after informing them I was going out with Gay. Ten minutes later I was at Gay's and I could hear shouting and crying. Ben came running to me shouting. "I DIDN'T GET TO TELL HER. I DIDN'T GET TO TELL HER, Dan." He was excited. "SHE WAS GETTING AN ASS WHIPPING, I TRIED TO TELL HER." Gay came running out of the house crying and ran past me. Frank followed her through the door and was shouting, "Next time it will be worse if you don't get off that high horse." He saw me and shouted back, "Don't forget to lock up when you get home tonight." He walked back in the house. She was fifty yards up the road when she looked back and saw me. She ran back and wrapped her arms around me, almost knocking me down. I held to her for a couple of minutes and then walked her to the truck. I opened the door and she climbed in. I saw a reddened ass as her skirt rose when she lifted her leg to step in. "Ben, what did your dad mean when he said lock the house when she came in?" I asked in a casual manner. "We are going to see my grandma in a minute and we ain't coming back till Sunday. OH, I forgot to tell you Dan, I won't be able to help you with the chores this weekend. That's alright isn't it Dan?" He was asking. "Yes, that's fine Ben, I'll take care of them. You did the heavy work today." He was smiling and snapping his fingers as he walked to the house, where shouting was still bellowing from. I drove for half an hour and she was still crying. She had sat close to me however she was now lying with her head near the door, her ass pointed at me. Her skirt had pulled up and I could see her ass. Frank had definitely put the razor strop to her ass, and it looked like about fifteen licks. Her ass was red and I saw the whelps beginning to rise. I saw the country store a quarter mile away and pulled in. "I'll be right back," I said to her as I got out. I don't even guess she heard me. It was a typical country store, uneven floors and dust on half the cans. I walked to the counter and a man and woman were sitting in straight back chairs rocking. He looked up at me and smiled, a toothless grin. He was waiting for me to speak I guess because he remained silent. "I need something to take care of stinging and swelling," I said. The old woman looked up and said. "Bees?" "No ma'am," I said, "razor strop." "For you," she asked. "No ma'am, my girl friend," and I looked back to the truck. I had failed to close the door and they could see her reddened ass. They walked from behind the counter, each exiting from a different end. I waited for minutes and finally looked around for them. I didn't see her but he was standing at the door just looking at Gay's whipped ass. I saw the beer cooler and walked over and picked up a six pack and carried it back to the counter. They both came back, from the same direction they left and stopped in front of me. She sat a jar of "Utterly Smooth Udder Cream" on the counter and he pulled a bottle from his overall knee pocket. It was a half filled half pint bottle, and he sat it on the counter. He pointed to the bottle, "That's for the sting," he said, Don't give her too much. I picked up the jar the old woman sat on the counter and said, "This is for cows." "Do you know what it's used for sunny?" she inquired. "Yes ma'am, it helps to take the swelling out of teats," I replied. The old man spoke, "Helps with swelling and abrasions, and son, that girl has both," pointing to Gay. I picked the bottle moonshine and looked at it. The old man turned and picked up a small paper cup from behind the counter, took the bottle from me, and poured about an inch into the cup. "That's about enough for her," He said as he pocketed the bottle. I asked, "How much?" They looked at the items on the counter and then at one another. The old man looked up at me and said, "Nine dollars." I handed him a ten and said, "I think I need a cola also, I will get one on the way out. That cover it?" I asked. They both nodded and I picked up the items and walked to the cooler and took a coke. When I was at the door he shouted to me," I wouldn't leave that sting medicine in that paper cup too long, you hear?" I waved my cast as I walked out the door. I sat the beer and créme in the floorboard and placed the paper cup and coke between my legs. I pulled her arm and told her to sit up. She was sitting almost straight and I handed the paper cup to her. "Drink this," I said. She looked like she was going to smell it first and I said, "NO!" Placing my hand to her nose, I pinched it. "Drink it," I said, "It's medicine," She drank it and immediately started coughing. I opened the coke and passed it to her. She drank almost half the can before she stopped. I looked back at the store and the old couple was standing in the door, smiling. I waved again, started the truck, and drove off. Fifteen minutes up the road I saw a motel and pulled in. I rented a room and drove the truck to the door and parked. I almost had to carry her inside as it seemed the moonshine was working pretty quick. I placed her on the bed and brought the cream and beer in the room. It took almost ten minutes to work her skirt off, using one hand, but I made it. Her ass was red and the strop had broken the skin in four places. I applied the dream heavy, rubbing it in as directed. She moaned one time while I was rubbing the salve on her bottom. I washed my hands and popped open a beer and sat in the one chair, turning the TV on. The TV was on but I was not paying attention. My eyes were looking at her reddened ass most of the time. I finished the beer and went to the bed and lay down beside her. I don't remember going to sleep. Your comments are appreciated. Being a novice, I am especially grateful to those who have read and took the time to respond. I hope you can see where your comments have helped me write a better story. I don't have the words to tell you how I truly appreciate you so I hope this simple phrase will be accepted in the manner in which I am sending it. "THANK YOU" ------- Chapter 4 I woke up needing to piss badly. I looked up at the ceiling and it looked strange causing me to look around quickly. I realized where I was after a few moments. I was half asleep and started to raise up, wincing in pain, temporarily forgetting about the cast, trying to use my left arm to push myself up. I finally stood, and stumbled towards the bathroom. I opened the door and stepped back quickly. I realized Gay was in the shower and quickly the evenings activities came to me. I started back and realized I had to piss. "Gay, I need to take a leak," I said over the noise of the shower. "Ieeekkkk! WHO'S THERE! GET OUT!" she screamed over the noise of the shower spray. "Gay, its me, Dan, I need to pee real bad." I was already pulling my prick from my trousers. "Get out, I'm taking a shower," she shouted at me. "I have to pee," I said as the blast of urine broke from my prick. I exhaled and it felt so good as I directed the stream into the commode, stained from the hard water and age. "YOU BASTARD, GET OUT I SAID, YOU ARE JUST LIKE THEM," She was screaming at me. I finished pissing and shook my dick, put it back in my jeans and zipped up. That was a natural act and it happened without a conscious thought. I backed out of the small room, looking at the shadow on the curtain, my head spinning. "That bitch," I thought, "What did I do to her?" My anger grew as I walked to the chair and slumped down heavily. I looked at the bed and saw the yellow skirt and blouse, I pictured her face from earlier. The usual smile replaced with a tear stained face, but still having a look filled with tenderness and beauty. She was still shouting obscenities, causing me to look to the bathroom, and the vision of her was changing slowly to one of horror. I visualized her teeth changing to fangs and her, normal neatly groomed hair, was beginning to curl and twist in a tangled mass. The soft, warm look was slowly becoming wrinkled, rough, and her outline, irregular. The smile was slowly changing to a deep scowl. I closed my eyes but this vision remained stuck in my head. The vision quickly disappeared when she spoke, causing me to look up and see her standing at the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel, her wet hair clinging to her head. "I'm sorry," she said, "You scared me and I... " I cut her off because that's how fast I was across the room and holding her, "Don't worry, you're ok now." I said to her, speaking low, as my mouth was pressed against her ear. My arms were wrapped around her, pulling her tightly to my body. I don't know how long I held her in that position, it could have been minutes, seconds, or a flashing moment, because all I felt was the warmth in her body passing to mine. She was pushing me back when I opened my eyes and released her. "I'm cold," she said, walking to the bed and picking up her skirt and after turning it in the position she wanted, leaned over and stepped into it, one foot at a time, and then pulling it to her waist and buttoning it. Picking up her bra she straightened it and tossed the towel on the bed. Her breasts were beautiful, like cones formed on her flat chest, as she covered them and hooked the bra between them. She picked up the blouse and brushed something from it before she slipped one arm, and then another, into the flimsy material. She turned to me as she worked the buttons. The last button was closed and she looked at me and smiled. The smile brought me back to reality. "I'm hungry." We spoke in unison, causing a short laugh from both. We walked in the diner and seated ourselves, ignoring the sign, "Please wait to be seated," which obviously wasn't necessary for this hour, with only two other couples in the small eatery. I looked around and when I saw the telephone outside the window I had a flash. "I'll be back in a moment," I said as I slid from the seat. She nodded as I walked outside and called home, after searching for the correct amount the automated voice to me to insert. I listened at the sound of the ringing phone and wondered who would answer, hoping Nina picked up. I almost gave up when Nina finally answered, "Hello." "Nina, Dan, Look I need a favor, I need you to water the animals in the morning." I asked in a voice I used to charm her normally. "So you finally broke through the princess," she stated in a sarcastic tone, "The princess is actually going to put out for you, way to go." She was certainly getting her jabs in. "Please, I need this favor," I was doing my best to beg but not to the extent she would like. This cousin, whom I treated more like a sister, was now treating me like a brother, and being a little devil. "I'll do it, with one condition, OK?" she was working the odds now. "OK, thanks, what is the condition?" I didn't get her response because the electronic voice asked for more money and before I could find it and put it in the machine, the connection was dropped. "Boy, I'm in for it now, she basically could ask anything." I thought as I walked back to our table. "Were you checking in?" Gay asked, with a tone I didn't necessarily like. "No, I was letting them know I didn't go to the movie and would be in later than I promised," trying to sound authoritative to override her previous remark. We were finished with our meal, having not spoken the whole time, except to order, reorder, and accept the final check. She made one comment to the waitress, who was inexperienced, but trying hard, and I was beginning to see another side of a girl I had almost worshipped for a year. We had spent hours together and never had I, in my wildest imagination, see her as I had in the few hours. She was looking into the darkness of the night, apparently looking at the stars which seemed so bright tonight, and I was trying to look inside her to see what was so different. She was upset, and I could overlook it when she had called me a bastard earlier, but when she called the waitress a bitch, fortunately for us, after she had walked away, after she had tried to please us so hard with our meal, was beyond me. The girl was doing the best she knew how although having to make twice as many trips to the table due to inexperience, how could the amount of ice in a glass, a trivial matter, suddenly became major to her. This was not the Gay I was accustomed to being around. The waitress stopping at our table startled me. It wasn't out regular waitress and she placed two plates of pie in front of us, "These didn't fit in the pie holder and I thought you might enjoy them." I was drinking coffee and she said, "I'll bring you some fresh coffee in a minute, it's brewing now. Would you like another coke miss?" she asked Gay. "Yes." Gay said, obviously forgetting to be courteous. "I like ice cream with my pie." She said as she glared at the woman. "Yes miss," directing her attention to me she asked, "Would you like ice cream also?" "No, thanks, but the fresh coffee sounds good." I was trying to be polite. "Where is our waitress?" I asked her making sure I had a smile. She chuckled and said, "She is new and very nervous. She spilled tomato juice on her blouse and ran home to change, she lives nearby." She was smiling apparently remembering when she was new and nervous. Minutes later our waitress, delivered Gay's ice cream and a new coke, and filled my coffee. She was wearing a different blouse, this on much sexier and thinner. It buttoned low between her breasts and you could see her lacy bra beneath the blouse. She smiled and asked, "Would you like anything else," looking from Gay to me. "No, thanks," I said as I took another look at her. She was young, probably my age, full in the bosom, slender and had a great shape. Her skin was smooth and fresh looking, however she had rough hands, obviously from manual labor. She was cordial and after she walked from our table Gay said, "You were staring at her breasts." I started to comment however I began eating the pie, very appreciative of the free slice. After taking a couple of bites I began thinking it was almost like homemade. Gay finished her ice cream and pie, and was drinking her coke through the straw, I saw she was staring at me as she sucked the liquid into her mouth. I expected another comment however she didn't make one. She finished her coke and sat the glass on the table and I finished my coffee in silence. I glanced at her and she was still looking at me. After a while the young girl came to our table and stacked the soiled plates on one another, taking them and the money I laid on the check, she said, "Thank you, I hope everything was satisfactory," and walked away. Gay's tone was bitchy when she said, "You were staring at her breast again." I could feel my stomach tightening and my head reeling, the pressure building, as I looked at her. My chair made a loud scuffing sound as I pushed back from the table. "Fuck you, and fuck you and your fucking tits," realizing as soon as I said it I had said it loud, loud enough for everyone to hear. Quickly, trying to restore self control, I said calmly, "Let's go. I'll take you home." She was quickly behind me as I walked to the door, speaking to the group as I said, "I'm sorry folks," before I went through the door. I went to the truck and started it, allowing her to sit and buckle, before I backed out. I had not opened her door, making her open it, and climb in unassisted. I paused and took a deep breath before I put the truck in drive, slowly and carefully I entered the highway. I heard her crying softly before we traveled a quarter mile. I felt rage and I wanted to get her home. I was watching the road intently, reminding myself I needed to drive carefully and within the speed limits, and at the same time, I wanted to press the accelerator to the floor in order to get home as quick as possible. I saw her hand reach the wheel and heard her shout, but it took a moment to register in my head. Her hand had jerked the wheel to the right and the words came to mind late, as the truck slid on the rocks, throwing gravel and dust in all directions. "Stop, I don't want to go home," registered after the truck became still. I could see the dust cloud moving away, toward the darkness beyond the graveled area. "DON'T EVER GRAB THE WHEEL," I yelled at her. I had raised my hand at her and she was cowering against the door. I sat for a minute, my heart pounding, and my pulse racing, my rage building. I looked at her and saw fear in her face. She looked so tiny and frail, huddled against the door. I realized I was still holding my arm above her in a threatening manner. I slowly lowered the arm and looked into the darkness ahead. I don't really know how long I was sitting beside the road but I was aware of the cars passing and honking. At least a dozen cars had honked and the traffic was sparse. The semi passing, the loud air horn screaming as it passed, brought me to my senses. I was barely off the pavement, much too close to the roadway. I moved from the highway and stopped in the center of the motel parking area before I finally looked at Gay. She was sitting upright, turned slightly in my direction, not outright crying but I saw the tears dripping from her face on to her blouse, the flashing lights from the motel sign changing the colors of the tears as they rolled off her face. "Don't take me home please," she muttered softly. I studied her for a moment and started the truck and drove across the lot to the front of our room. I got out of the truck and walked around to her side, opening her door. Her skirt raised high on her thigh as she stepped on the running board and finally to the ground. She was silent as we walked to the room. I unlocked the door and the room was as we had left it. I followed her in and I walked to the chair and sat heavily, allowing her to use the bathroom. She was in the bathroom a long while and I had to piss again. I decided quickly I would wait her out this time and if necessary, I would go outside and take my leak. I thought I was going to need to go outside before Gay came from the bathroom. I passed her quickly and saw her face looked normal, all the red caused by crying now missing. I used the urinal and washed my face and hands, aware I was stalling for time as I was grooming myself. I was in a turmoil and at the moment I wasn't sure of myself, much less the current situation. I noticed the room had been straightened as soon as I enter it. The spread was straight and the towel folded neatly at the foot of the bed. The beer I brought in earlier was now sitting in a filled ice bucket along with three sodas. "Where did the ice come from," I asked. Gay replied, "I went to the office and the lady filled it for me and I bought the sodas from the machine." It made me realize I had stayed in the bathroom a long while. She was sitting on the side of the bed, her skirt tucked neatly under her legs, and I could see the damp area on her blouse, the result of her tears. "You scared me tonight, I thought you were going to hit me," she said as I walked around the bed and sat beside her. "And you scared the shit out of me when you grabbed the wheel." I responded while looking at her hands, neatly folded in her lap. She looked so prim and proper as she sat looking straight ahead. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it, I'm sorry." She looked at me as she spoke and her eyes were getting glassy again. I was looking into her eyes, wishing I could see what was inside. She had me puzzled. The longer I looked her the more I thought I saw. Her face seemed to change, one minute she looked as she could be broken like a piece of fine china by a tiny puff of wind and moments later, without moving a muscle, she appeared solid as a rock, the softness of her face turning to stone. It was as though her thoughts were changing her appearance. Gay broke my trance by jumping up and asking, "Do you want one of your beers?" opening a can without giving me a chance to answer. After pulling the tab off the can she looked at it close and then took a drink from it. She made a face and passed the can to me, turning back and opening a cola for herself. She sat back where she had moved from and I saw her wince and shift position when she sat. "How is your behind," I asked fumbling for the correct word, not wanting to say ass. Gay looked at me almost like she wanted to reply with one of her smart remarks however just before she spoke, her face softened and said, "It's very sore in a couple of places." "Do you want me to put some more cream on it," I asked hoping she thought I wanted to help. Responding harshly, Gay said, "You just want to see me undressed." She was apparently aware of the sudden change in my facial expression because she quickly said, "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to help me. Do I have to take my skirt off... again" Quickly controlling my sudden anger, I said, "I don't think so. Lie here and let me see how the cream worked," I said patting the bed behind us. I walked to the dresser, where she sat the cream when she straightened the room and by the time I was back at the bed she was prone, her upper body propped on her elbows and her head turned and watching me. I mentally cursed the cast as I had problems getting the material between my finger and thumb. I managed and was able to lift her skirt. I lifted it slowly, just enough to see where the marks left on her ass were obvious. Her entire backside looked bruised however there were four bad marks where the skin had been broken. I explained this as I started applying the salve as tenderly as possible. I looked at her face as I applied the cream and saw her cringe as I touched her bruises. After I had the area covered I pulled her skirt down, covering her ass. "That wasn't bad, was it?" I asked. Gay looked at me and I saw a smile for the first time since I picked her up earlier in the afternoon, "You like doing that, don't you?" "Yes, I love touching your body," I said as I moved on the bed and lay beside her, our faces now almost touching. "I like your touch," she said as she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. She let the kiss linger and pressed more of her body against me, pinning my arm in the cast to the bed. I was lying uncomfortably however I placed my right arm across her shoulders and pulled her closer, my tongue pressing between her closed lips. She relaxed her lips somewhat and I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and began searching. She relaxed more and her tongue slipped into my mouth and we were soon tonguing. I didn't want her to pull away but I knew the cast was as uncomfortable to her chest as her weight pressing on the cast was to me. She was twisting one the bed and when she became still she was on her back. She was smiling as she began patting the far side of the bed. I crawled from the bed and walked around to the other side, removing my shoes before laying where she patted. She turned on her side and buried her face in my shoulder. Gay lay against me for a long while before she slipped her hand under my shirt and began slowly moving her hand over my belly and chest, with a gentle caressing motion. She was pinning my arm but I managed to free it where I could caress her upper back and shoulders. Her face was buried in my shoulder and her words were mumbled but she said, "You look at me differently than other boys and men." I didn't quite understand and asked, "What do you mean by that?" "When you look you don't look as though you are trying to see through me and you don't leer." She said raising her head to look at me. "I think you like to look at me but you make it so natural and I feel comfortable when you look." I took a breath before responding to that statement. "I do like looking at you, I like what I see. You have a beautiful body." Gay was looking into my eyes, "You look at me and I don't mind. Other men and boys look and it makes me feel like they are trying to see under my blouse and skirt. They look like... well... they want to see me stripped. Their looks are embarrassing most of the time." I tried to be a little comical and said, "Next time I look at you I am going to let my tongue hang from my mouth." Gay jammed a finger in my rib cage and said, "You had better not." She was looking over me as though the words were printed on the wall, "You have seen me naked many times, yet that look, and the look you give me when I am dressed are the same." "I was mad at you tonight in the diner. The waitress had much larger breasts than I and you were looking at her. What made me mad was you looked at her the same way you look at me and I didn't like that," laying her head on my chest as she spoke. I chuckled and said, getting another poke in the ribs for the chuckle, "Size doesn't matter all that much. You have the perfect size. You would look strange with breasts as large as she had. You would look strange if your breasts were smaller also." "But why were you looking at her breasts." I didn't understand where this conversation was going but I said, "I looked because she wanted me to look, but mainly, because I wanted to look. She wore the blouse because it made her look good. Why are you wearing that skirt this evening? It's short and shows off your legs and it's tight and shows off your fine looking ass. You are proud of your looks and want to show your best." I didn't want a response and continued, "Let's face it, you have been mad at anyone and everyone all evening. She just happened to be there at the wrong time, or in your case, she was there at the right time for you to get mad at her." Gay had flipped my switch. I could feel my heart racing. I knew why her father had given he an ass whipping, she was a bitch this evening. She was laying with her head on my chest and she was tense. My hand was on her waist and suddenly she wasn't soft, and she felt cold. I slowly moved my hand from her body and let it drop to the bed. The room was silent and I wished now I had turned the TV on when we entered. I didn't want her to say anything because I knew she would only make me get madder at her. This evening had been a total waste. How many other, just turned eighteen years old, boys would be laying in bed with a girl they had admired for a year, be wishing they were somewhere else. That is the way I was feeling. Damn, I had to piss again. I lay still for a while hoping the need would pass however I had to finally slip my arm from under her neck. I returned from the bathroom and Gay was on her side, taking up over half the bed in the position she was laying so I sat in the chair. I saw the beer and reached for a can and popped the top. I walked to the TV and turned it on, needing the noise to break the silence, and hopefully my thoughts. I was watching the TV, but not really seeing it, but I couldn't get the nights activities pushed from my mind. I looked at the can and brought it to my lips, downing the last of the liquid. Gay's turning on the bed caused me to look in her direction. She appeared to be sleeping and, for an instant, I thought she looked like an angel, the angel I wished she was. She was definitely no angel, but she looked peaceful and angelic as she lay. I was staring and the longer I stared the sexier she looked. The turning had popped the top button on her blouse and the others were straining, small openings showing between each button, and her left breast pressed firmly against the material, flattening it. Her legs were slightly bent and I could flesh high on the thigh she lay on, making me erect. The skirt, pulled tightly over her hip, made a geometric curve which flowed so smoothly. I watched her for ten minutes or more and finally the beer got to me once more. I returned from the bathroom and looked down at her. I reached over her sleeping form and pulled the pillow from the far side of the bed, pressing it firmly into the junction of the mattress and headboard and lay the second pillow over it. I slipped into the bed, my upper body against the headboard, and lay my cast along the headboard on the mattress. I was almost in a sitting position and I shifted to get comfortable, before I tried lifting her head to place it on my chest. By moving her, Gay seemed to waken slightly, and she moved closer to me and moved up as I pulled her. I cursed the cast again because my arm was uncomfortable and I had to shift, more on my left hip. I finally made my self comfortable but she was now apart from me and I heard her begin giggling as the bed started shaking slightly. Gay was snickering when she said, "I wish you would lay in one spot for more than a minute." I started to reply but I knew she was right. I just couldn't get my left arm to cooperate with the position I wanted. I was finally still for a couple of minutes so I guess she thought I was stable for a while. She turned and pressed her back against me, her head on the pillow just below my shoulder. She was half on back and half on hip, and pulled my hand around her waist. This didn't work, my arm was too short, so she pulled my hand over her shoulder and held my hand. She held my hand because if she removed her hand from mine, my hand would be on her chest. Finally, I was comfortable, and she felt so warm where her body was making contact with hers. Her hair smelled good, although it was almost a foot from my nose. Her hand was so soft and her hip pressing against me felt so wonderful. I felt happy. Her slight shift of her body and her louder moan woke me. I lay as still as possible, realizing as soon as I woke she wasn't holding my hand any longer because it was cupping her breast over her bra. I opened my eyes and saw my hand covered her left breast, two buttons appearing to be open on the blouse. I was awake a couple of minutes when she spoke, "You awake now?" I didn't want to answer but finally responded, "Yes, how did you know?" "I have been laying her an hour as you caressed my breast and you suddenly stopped. You don't have to stop." She said as she pressed her hand over mine. "Your touch feels good." "How long have you been awake?" I asked as I began to gently caress her breast again. "About an hour, but I'm glad you're awake, I need to get up." Gay said as she raised my arm over her shoulder and slipped off the bed. Gay went to the bathroom and I closed my eyes, wanting to get a few more winks. I heard the shower come on and I was almost asleep again when I felt her on the bed. The shower was still running. I opened my eyes and she was laying in the position she left from however, she was wearing no clothing. "What are you doing?" I needed to know. "My blouse and skirt are wrinkled and I am steaming them, most of the wrinkles will come out." She pulled my arm over her shoulder again and placed it on her breast. Her breast was warm, firm, her nipple erect, as I held it and began to massage it. I was in hog heaven. This is where I wanted to be last evening, in bed with a naked woman. The sun was breaking through and I was, however, like the rest of my life, almost a day late. "Dan, I like lying next to you, I just wish you didn't have this," patting the cast with her hand. "Dan, I don't want you to get the wrong idea, we can't do anything." This girl was talking crazy, in bed naked as the day she was born, in bed with a horny eighteen year old boy no less, in a motel room alone and her parents away for the weekend, and she was telling me I couldn't do anything. I moved my hand across her breast, her hard nipple scraping across my palm, and she is saying we can't do anything. My prick was stiff and apparently she was not fully aware of my full intentions. "Dan," Gay spoke softly as she moved my hand from one breast to the other, "I think I love you. I think I fell in love with you the day I saw you get on the bus the first time." Her hand pressed my hand against her breast firmer. I was startled hearing this and I felt my prick jump. I started to reach to my back pocket but instead I started cussing myself, " You dummy, you asshole, you idiot, you left the package on your dresser." I left the condoms on my dresser in my rush to get to Gay's house the afternoon before. My prick wilted as I could see Rita's face clearly, and talking to me like a mother: "You don't know it but you have so much to loose, there are any number of girls will tell you they are safe, and before you know it, one of them will come up pregnant. Are you listening to me?" "Is it your safe time?" I asked knowing what the answer would be. "Yes, but I told you we can't do it, please." She seemed to be sincere but I only heard, girls will tell you they are safe. I almost pushed her off the bed I moved so fast when she asked, "Could we get something to eat, I'm hungry again?" I was on my feet in a second, "Me too, get dressed and we can get something." I was relieved. Gay went to the bathroom and returned with her skirt and blouse. I didn't hear the water in the shower and I assumed she turned it off as she held her skirt and said, "Pull the bottom to stretch it." It was awkward using only one hand effectively, however it did to appear to remove most of the wrinkles in both garments. She kissed me hard on the lips before she dressed. She groaned loudly when I placed my hands on her buttocks, pressing her against me. I twisted her and looked at her ass. The shape was exciting however it was bruised. Her entire ass had a slight green tint but there were four dark green, ugly lines crossing her cheeks. I pushed her to the bed as picked up the cream again. She watched as I applied the cream, moaning whenever I crossed a darkened area. Gay sat very delicately on the seat in the truck, and much more so on the harder seat in the diner. She actually shocked me in the diner as we had the same waitress, the new girl, the young girl with the nice chest, when she was so cordial to the girl. Actually saying thank you, and please, while ordering and asking for additional condiments, which should have been on the table and weren't. It was early afternoon when I took her home, spending the day visiting a small campground which advertised a nature trail. The walk through the trail was interesting however there were small children running past us constantly, always yelling, and screaming. We kissed and Gay apologized for her earlier behavior, asking me to come over later. Nina surprised me by not commenting on my absence during the night and Ida and Rita's concerns were if I had eaten and would I take them shopping. After the shopping trip, we returned home only to find Nina and Gay grooming the horses. Each had a brush and curry comb and I walked to the corner and eavesdropped on their conversation for five minutes before I showed myself. Shock number for two for the afternoon, Nina, and Gay were talking to one another as though they were best friends. I fed and watered the remaining animals and cleaned the horses stalls while the girls had them tethered outside. I was beginning to hate those damn calves, a year old and only ate and drank, and I saw no use for them. Nat checked on them often, and nearly always remarked how well they looked. It never dawned on me, at the time, how valuable they would become in later years. Gay stayed for supper, at Nina's request and promise I wouldn't be allowed to cook, thereby she wouldn't be poisoned. They got a big kick from this and Nathan, almost having another heart attack from laughter, finally sealed it when he asked her to stay. After supper, Ida and Rita brought out a monopoly board and it was the women against me. They made deals among one another and I was doomed. Gay agreed to spend the night sometime during the game, which she ultimately won. I was ready for bed when we finished after ten, having slept three or four hours the night previous. I went to bed thinking I could get up an hour later on Sunday, the animals not being able to complain about being fed later than normal. I was awakened at four when Nina slipped into my bed. She was nude and I became fully awake when she pressed her warm body against mine, rubbing her breast on my chest as she straddled me. She was extremely aggressive and had my skivvies removed within a minute and was taking me in her mouth. I didn't last long and she made her intentions known quickly, she stretched on her back and pulled my face to her junction. I brought her to three orgasms before she was fully satisfied. Afterwards she curled up close to me and started a two hour conversation. Her conversation was extremely informative, and educational to boot. I learned she and Gay had a down to earth conversation and Gay informed her of our entire evening together. "She said you were so delicate and caring when you were rubbing the cream on her ass and she actually came the last time you rubbed it on before you left the motel," Nina said with a huge grin on her face. "I have been a bitch, Gay actually told me," Nina was saying, "We have a house full of kids, six for two bedrooms, and mom is pregnant again. Mom hasn't told dad because he has been so tired when he gets home. I know that's not the real reason, or the whole story. " Nina continued, "Gay said she has been a baby sitter all her life, and now her mom is having another, and she was upset." Nina said, "Butch has said he, and his buddies, are going to gang her when she looses her cherry. He and his buddies feel her up almost daily, and he has threatened to get you expelled if she tells anyone. She is scared for you," Nina was almost crying herself as she told me this. "Dan, Gay said they have pictures of Pam." Nina was speaking almost in a whisper. "What kind of pictures?" I asked. "You know, pictures of her, you know, doing it with a guy." I could see here face barely framed in the moonlight coming through the window, but not clear enough to see her full expression. "She said Butch said he is going to get some of her when they do it to her too. He showed her two pictures of Pam but he has a lot he didn't let her see." "Where was she when she saw these pictures?" this was sounding interesting as I thought about looking at pictures of Pam. I didn't really like her because she was so standoffish to me, a bitch to many who tried to be her friend at school, but she was a good looker, some big tits to be so young. I felt my prick growing at the thought of seeing her spread out and being fucked. I would like to see those pictures. Nina felt my erection growing also because she rolled over on me and tried to trap my prick in her warm opening. She trapped me and pressed down, her warm pussy sliding around my prick, felt wonderful. I pushed up, forcing the remainder of my length into her, causing her to make a slight moan, not from pain but one of pleasure. We began working together and she was feeling so good, encased around my small prick. I wanted it to last and tried to slow her and Rita's words came to me. I pulled out quickly. "What are you doing?" she asked in a huffy voice. "We need protection." I said as I pushed her from me and climbed out of bed and headed for my dresser. I felt around till I found the bag and removed a package of the condoms, carrying it back to the bed. "We've never before," she said as I opened the pack and took one out. I had never worn one and I had trouble getting it on. I was trying to get the thing on my prick and said, "Your mom threatened to chop it off if I got you pregnant." Nina thought this was funny because she giggled and I didn't hear what she muttered. I was sure it was derogatory however. I was going to turn the light on when she took it from me and rolled it on my prick, like a professional. She had been kneeling on the bed and pulled me back, lowering her body over mine as I was trying to get strait in the bed. "Where did you learn to do that," I asked wondering how she could put it on so quickly, in the dark. "I wasn't a virgin last year, remember, I don't ask you and I don't want you asking either. But we are good together, don't you think?" she was definitely not a virgin I remembered. We made love. Nina demanded I lay still as she controlled the movements. She was aggressive one minute and slow and tender the next. When she rolled to my side, after both being satisfied for the moment, she snuggled close, her warm body pressed against me. We lay cuddled for an hour, casual comments were made after long minutes of silence, mainly to check to see if the other was awake. It was nearing time for me to get up and go to the barn when she broke a long silence, "Dan, I love you." My mind started reeling and I couldn't speak for the thoughts traveling through my head. I thought of her as a sister half the time and lover other times. How could I respond and make her see this was not as I envisioned the first time we made love. She was my first however and I remember mom telling me you never forget your first love. There was a long stretch of silence before I could reply to her. "You are my cousin," I said, my voice trembling. "Gay is in love with you too." She was whispering. ------- Chapter 5 Breakfast was prepared by the hands of Nina and Gay, under the supervision of Rita, as she had interjected numerous times, when Nat and Ida had passed compliments. Nat ate enough for three people. He had missed quite a few meals lately, feeling under the weather. During breakfast Nina asked if I would saddle the horses so she and Gay could ride. I almost told her she could do it better than I, however she had asked, and she knew the pleading look on her face would get me to do it. After I saddled the horses Nat and Ida asked to be driven to town, to pay a social call on a friend. I was free for a couple of hours and I needed to talk to Ms. Peters so I drove to her house, hoping to see Fran, which would make time go faster. She was a little surprised to see me I believe because she was very quiet for a few minutes and I did all the talking. I told her about Gay telling Nina, who told me, Butch had some photos of Pam and had been using them improperly. I wasn't aware of everything but I thought someone should be told and she was the only person from school I could tell. I assume she thought I visited her for other reasons because after I explained what I had been told to her, she changed and asked to get me a drink, a snack, her attitude changing and she was sociable. She went to the phone after she placed the cookies and juices on the table but was only absent for a few moments. I heard her speaking but couldn't hear the conversation. We talked about school and people in town, laughing at some and the two hours passed quickly. I was leaving to pick up Nat and Ida and she walked me to the truck. We were still laughing at something, I don't remember what, when another car pulled up and a man in a suit got out. I thought I saw a pistol but I had seen many men wear pistols, so I gave it no further thought. They hugged one another and she introduced us. I didn't remember anything after she said brother-in-law. I drove Nat and Ida home, Nat very cheerful, talking more than I had heard from him in six months. He had been with old friends and he was glowing. The horses were unsaddled and tied to the fence when we stopped the truck, Nina and Gay apparently finished riding for the day. I left Ida and Nat in the yard and walked in the house to find Rita and the girls laughing, Rita laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. When I was let in on the joke I wanted to laugh myself. They had ridden for thirty minutes and walked an hour back, Gay's ass too sore to get back in the saddle. I finally had to laugh and continued until I got a solid poke in the ribcage, Gay evidently not seeing the humor in it. Monday morning I spent half the morning with my counselor. I was two years behind in school, one because mom held me back and the other, grades. The counselor worked and tried to adjust my schedule where I could graduate at the end of the year, which meant I had no study hall, no P.E., an actual thrill to me, and two periods of English. The great part of this was I had Ms. Peters both classes, although I knew I was going to hate Shakespeare. I was a half credit short. She said the only solution was I had to take a course at night, the second half of the year. I agreed to this, however I would have agreed to anything to get out of a year of school. She admitted it was partly the schools fault for not giving me a heavier load the year before but when she read the report from my former school... a total loner, flip page, does not join in class, flip page, exceptionally low self esteem, flip page, can not be forced to exceed minimum requirements. I told her she need not read any further because I knew of my past performance. I had Susan, Valerie, and Eddie to thank for insisting I did the assignments Eddie had picked up at the school for me because I was on about equal standings in all my classes, with my peers, the exception being the new classes. My first day was really a social day because half of each class was spent saying hello to my old friends and getting to know the new people in my classes. I picked up about seventy-five signatures on my cast also. I was happy to see Ginny was in half my classes and because I knew when I needed help she would be there. Ginny was a favorite of most of the teachers, being one of the smartest in each class. I returned home from school my first day, having chauffeured Nina and Gay, since I was now driving, to find Ida dressed for travel. Travel was apparent because there was a suitcase beside the door which I knew belonged to her, along with the papers beside the suitcase, still in the banks envelope. We were going to see the lawyer and were leaving soon, within half an hour. We were just leaving the driveway when she said the lawyer had called and needed to see us the following morning. I was almost a three hour trip and she never spoke after we pulled out of the driveway, except to point out directions. We checked into a hotel and she was tired and went to bed and I went out to a fast food to get some chow. I brought it back to the room and found her sleeping. I turned the TV on and ate my sandwiches, and woke at five, still fully dressed. We had showered, dressed and ate breakfast and were sitting in the room when the lawyer called and said he was reviewing the papers and there was an error, which needed retyping and since he was scheduled in court later it would be five before he could see us. He would come to the hotel when he was finished for the day, if we would wait for him. Ida said we would wait and then told me we had the day free. We went shopping in the morning, she shopped, and I followed. She bought presents for everyone and something for herself and I. We were back at the hotel for lunch and after lunch we went to our room. She was silent for an hour and finally said she had to talk to me. The story she told shocked me, made me mad, and finally made me cry. She was blunt, straight forward, and direct, and didn't drag anything out but told me as it was. I remember the first words because they seemed burned in my head. "Dan, Nathan and I are brother and sister and not husband and wife." Ida told me looking at me straight in the eye and with no emotion. "I'm telling you this now because after the meeting with the lawyer you will understand. He knows our living arrangements now but for the first fifteen years we were brother and sister to him" I didn't know what to say and I didn't know if I was expected to say anything. Evidently Ida wasn't expecting a reply because she continued. Ida began, "On my tenth birthday I received a new dress, a store bought dress, the first I ever had. The tag was marked "irregular" and it had several prices marked through, the final was a dollar. But to me it was the prettiest dress ever made. It made no difference what it cost. I was so happy and pranced around for hours, but just before bedtime dad had grabbed me and pulled me to him, pointing out to mom how my nipples made points in the dress. In my attempts to get away the dress tore, the seam in the side. I cried and when I was dressed for bed I showed mom the torn dress and she tossed it in a corner, making me go to bed." Ida had tears in her eyes as she continued, "When I woke the next morning the dress was spread out over the foot of my bed, the tear repaired. Nathan had waited till they passed out, retrieved the dress, and sewed the rip in the seam and it was unnoticeable. I knew it had to be him because mom and dad were still passed out from the moonshine." There was now a glaze covering Ida's eyes as she spoke, "I remember wearing that dress to school that day, the proudest girl in school. I was so proud and when I saw Nathan at lunch I rushed over and kissed him. All my girlfriends said, "UUUGGGHHH", that's your brother. I didn't care, I was so proud." "That afternoon I got home from school, it was snowing and very cold" Ida continued, " and mom and dad were leaving as I got home. They told me they were going to but groceries, mom flashing some money. The only way mom got money in the winter was to sell her body to a stranger and a stranger was with them. You don't know but during that time in their lives, alcohol and drugs, was the only way to go." "Anyway," Ida went on, "Half an hour later there was a knock on the door and when I opened it a man barged in, pushing me to the floor. Two more men came in through the back and another had followed the one at the front. The four men searched the house for money and found none. They ate what food they could find and when they left they took me with them. I was thrown in the back of an old van, among a bunch of rolls of cable. They drove down the road a while and then pulled off the road. They were trying to decide what to do with me and one of the men began taking my dress off. He couldn't get it off so he ripped it off, tearing it badly, my new store bought birthday dress. Another one of the men ripped my panties off and they started some kind of a game." "I didn't know at the time," Ida said, " but they were trying to decide who took me first. They took turns raping me for about four hours. I bled a lot but they said that was because I was a virgin. Two of the men were very large. The last thing I remember was one of the men said I was so big he could get his fist inside me all the way to his elbow. I remember his fingers stretching and pulling my insides out, after that, the ram was nudging my face and I could feel his warm breath, and the next time I woke was in the hospital." "Two years before that, Nathan had seen the fair and wanted to enter a ram. We had one but Nathan said he was sorry so he wanted to get another. He worked for a year, and saved all his money, and finally he had enough to buy the ram he wanted. He worried over that ram every day, working with him, until the ram was like a baby to him. The ram had a habit of running to the small barn he was born in whenever he got loose, if Dan wasn't with him." Ida was speaking, tears in her eyes, and pausing occasionally, before continuing. "When Nathan," Ida was weeping while speaking, "got home from working at a nearby farm, he warmed himself in the house and went to check on his ram. The ram was missing so Nathan walked the three miles to the barn he knew his ram would be staying. Upon arriving at the barn, Nathan found me lying at the entrance, naked and almost frozen. Nathan carried me inside and tried to warm me with his body. It was useless, I was told. He took his penknife and slaughtered his ram, skinned him, wrapped me in the skin and carried me four miles, before he found assistance. Ida was now smiling, her tear stained face still wet, "Nathan sat with me ten days, until I regained conscious, never leaving my side other than to use the restroom. After the second day, the nurses began feeding him, after the third, they brought him clothing. I was in the hospital twenty one days and he was with me the entire time." "All my female parts were removed while I was in the hospital," Ida said cheerfully and holding her breasts, "Nathan said that is why I don't have big tits." She was cheerful while playing with her small breasts. "I wanted to end my life on my sixteenth birthday, having felt much less than a normal teen girl, however he changed my life that day. He talked to me all day, telling me how important I was and what I had to offer. That night we went to bed together, the first time, and that night I knew I loved him." Minutes later, after she had been in the bathroom and freshened her face, Ida said, "We couldn't have children. Have you noticed the glow in Nathan's face when a child, or a teen, he has never met before, is introduced to him the first time, he looks at that person like he or she is royalty. Plus, he doesn't see bad in anyone, his reply, when telling of a persons faults is the person is not living to his full potential." Ida was silent the remainder of the afternoon, apparently reminiscing, and I was trying to comprehend what I had learned. The lawyer came to our room at six and when he left at nine-thirty I knew one thing for sure, "WHEREAS the party of the second part," was screwed. I should have asked for him to explain 'whereas', since it was on every page from six to a dozen times. I did get bumped up to the 'party of the first part' on one document however, that being explained to me I was responsible for an ungodly amount of taxes the following year. He threw in some keywords also, like one year and a thousand dollar fine, and many times I heard, five years and ten thousand dollars. I caught these pretty quick and each time the pucker factor raised five points. He made me feel much better at the end, by having me sign a contract, and he would insure none of the keywords ever got to me. I told him one thing which I thought he understood and that was when I told him, "I sure as hell hope you know what you are talking about." We were in bed, separate I must add, and I was lying awake two hours later, confused, worried, and basically just screw up. I must have awakened Ida because when she saw I was still awake she got out of her bed and slipped into mine. She moved as close as she could get and her words were, "Don't worry, Nathan and I are here and we will help you." Soothing words must have been what I needed because the next thing I knew is I was awake, it was morning, and couldn't move either arm. The cast was holding one arm and the other was asleep, Ida's head on my shoulder, and I couldn't even move a finger. It took ten minutes for me to get my hand and arm working after I woke Ida. The drive back to the farm was miserable. I was so confused, I needed to spend about seventy thousand, or more specific, come up with that amount for a write off, but there were so many restrictions the lawyer said. I couldn't buy that amount in equipment because I could only use ten thousand this year. If I bought it this year why couldn't I count it. This had me confused. And if I didn't spend or buy, why would I have to pay about half that amount in taxes. I was doomed to fail. There was no way I was ever going to succeed. Nathan had set me up for failure. When we arrived home Ida went into the house and I sat in the truck for a long time. I had so much on my mind and I needed to talk to someone and I didn't think it was the right time to talk to Nathan. I stuck my head in the door and told them I was going to see Susan. When I got to Susan's house, her mom opened the door and invited me in. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top and I knew Valerie, she would be trying to arouse me, just to see a blush. I asked Susan if we could take a ride. I just drove, not caring about our destination, and began telling her what my problems were going to be and I couldn't see where I would be able to survive. She pointed to an ice cream drive in and I stopped. The call box was in her window and she ordered two shakes. I just sat there and looked at her for three or four minutes. When the girl brought the shakes I paid her and she walked away. Susan was drinking hers through the straw and looking over the top and grinning at me. She was smiling and looked up at me, the straw partially in her lips, "I didn't say I didn't like them, I just said they are not good for me," she said as she rubbed her hand over her swollen belly. I spoke up and said, "Just what I need, a clown." She finished half her shake before she sat it on the dash and turned in the seat, facing me. Susan spoke in a very serious voice, "Dan, you're pregnant." "What!" I said. "Dan, once upon a time there was this brilliant little college girl. She chased around, checking all the boys out, tempting many, and one day she gets screwed, without concern of the consequences." Susan was that little college girl, I was sure. "Much like this little high school boy, chasing all the pretty girls around, 'and screwing many I must add'. All this time he wants to feel like a man, much like the little college girl feels." Susan was about to compare me to a girl I thought. "Lo and behold, this little college girl wakes up one morning and is missing something. Her period. Another month passes and she is still missing something. Her period. She goes to the clinic and hears startling words, 'I have good news for you, you're pregnant.' Now this brilliant little college girl takes the news good. Now she will be called a woman, no longer a girl, just what she has been looking for." Susan had this thought out pretty good as she was telling it. Susan continued, "This brilliant, no longer a college girl, sashays around a couple of months and everything is going great. One day she gets to listen to a heart beat and she is proud, she is finally in control of her life, She is going to be a mother, an adult, a responsible person." Susan was looking out the window and smiling, "Yes, she is in control now. Her life is going the way she wants it. Suddenly it dawns on her, yes she is in control, but, she has no control." "Dan," she looked at me and said, "That's where you are. You are in control but you have no control." "HELL, I TOLD YOU THAT WHEN YOU GOT IN THE TRUCK," I shouted the words but realized I shouldn't have. "I'm sorry," I said. "I was out of line, but what's next." Susan was rubbing her belly, "I have learned things about my body, things about my baby, and realized I will learn many things on my own, when the time comes. But, I know I will never know it all, and there are many things I am going to have to ask advice and help on. At that point I guess I will have reached adulthood, when the day comes and I finally realize I don't know everything and have to ask for help." "Dan, you may reach adulthood much quicker than you expected," she said with a cute smile on her face, trying to get a smile from me. While driving back to her house I was trying to recall much of what the lawyer had said, I knew I was going to need to ask for help. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. She made me feel much better when she said she would need to ask for help for herself. At school, the following day, I saw Gay at lunch and she said to me, "Butch and his friends have not attended school all week." I don't know why I did it but, we were standing against the wall and my body was blocking her from almost everyone, I slipped my hand under her blouse and felt her breast. She slapped me, the sound heard easily by a quarter of our classmates. She was as shocked as I, both becoming red faced, hers from blushing, and mine from the mark left by her hand. She quickly walked away and I was left standing with many people staring at me. I left the cafeteria quickly, highly embarrassed. After school I saw Gay getting on the bus, totally ignoring me. On the way home Nina said to me, "I heard about the slapping incident in the cafeteria. Why did Gay slap you?" I was feeling bad about the incident and didn't want to tell but I said, "I slipped my hand under her blouse and squeezed her tit." I didn't look at her, keeping my eyes on the road. "Shit, that was stupid," she said as she leaned forward trying to get eye contact. Nina said, "You know how she has been handled by the boys at school and then you did the same thing. I can't believe you did that. Dan, that was so insensitive." After we got home from school Nat took me to his study and began the slow process of explaining business to me. We stopped long enough for supper, at Ida's insistence, and then we were back in the study. It was late when he finally allowed me to retire for the evening. The following day I met Gay in the cafeteria and she pushed past me, not even bothering to speak. I was expecting more one on one with Nat after school but he wasn't feeling well and I was free for the evening. I called Fran and asked to get with her for some answers. Fran insisted I come over right away when I told her what I needed. On the way to her house I was hoping she would be able to explain business matters a little more simple than those I had explained by others. She had told me in the drug store she was in business management and working on getting her CPA, I hoped she would explain in terms I knew. Fran was excellent at explaining each of my questions. I was looking at this woman as a possible sexual outlet when she opened the door upon my arrival. Two hours later, I was seeing her in a different way. She was intelligent and easy to talk to, and my mind moved from hoping to see more breasts when she leaned toward me, or wanting to caress her legs, to begin watching her face as she spoke and hearing the words. My sexual desires were reactivated when Ms. Peters came in with two arm loads of groceries. She sat the groceries on the table and came over and hugged me, pressing her braless breasts against my face. I was immediately erect. Ms. Peters said, "I am so proud of you and I know many who would like to thank you. She was smiling and still holding me close while speaking. I guess she saw the puzzled look on my face because I had no idea what she was speaking of. Ms. Peters said, "You know, the boys and the pictures. You told me and I called my brother-in-law. He is an agent of the SBI. He called Pam here and she told him everything. That night they arrested the boys and they are under house arrest now. You can't mention any of this because the only people who know about it are in this room and the ones involved. Even the principal doesn't know yet, but he will be told." We ate pizza, ordered by Ms. Peters, and she listened for the remaining two hours Fran and I talked. Before I left she asked if I would consider the Co-op program in school. After she explained it, I was very agreeable. She said she would get with the counselor the following week. I was much enlightened on the drive home, with Fran asking to come and talk to Nathan the following day. I wondered how a small town could keep a secret but thought about the consequences if word was leaked out, pornography charges versus pornography charges and multiple counts of statutory rape. If I was a family member or an accused I would keep my silence. I understood why I hadn't seen Pam or Mrs. Anderson in school the previous week. Fran was at the farm early the following morning, looking radiant, as usual. She was wearing a hint of perfume, and it appeared as though she had applied a small amount of makeup. Her eyes looked larger and her mouth well defined. Her dark brown hair seemed to match the light tan skirt and blazer she wore. After her blazer was removed, the white blouse was just thin enough for me to see her bra was lace trimmed. She stirred my male hormones and I kept an erection the full four hours she went over the books Nathan and Ida. I knew, half way through the morning, Nathan would ask her to replace his former accountant, the elderly accountant terminated by the lawyer. Nathan had been asked to replace him two years prior but being an old friend, Nathan had refused. I became attached to Fran, professionally, when she pointed out errors in former years accounting procedures with such tact, I suppose a professional courtesy, passing it as though it was a mere afterthought. I noticed that Ida picked up on the error and sat upright in her seat afterwards, and paying much closer attention. When Fran left shortly after noon she was smiling and looked even better than she had when arriving, the big smile on her face was telling it all. I couldn't help but walk behind her, as I walked her to her car. My eyes remained on the curve of her ass as the material clung to her, wishing it was my hands in which her soft asscheeks were encased. Never, even in my wildest imagination, would I have ever believed a farm was so much work. I had been with Nat and Ida for over a year and I learned quickly I had been a guest during that time. They, along with the workers on the farm, did more in the following four weeks than I had in my short lifetime. My Monday started of a normal day, get up, eat, and go to school. Ms. Peters had talked to my counselor and I was placed in the co-op program. I returned to the farm after my morning classes and that is when things turned topsy-turvy. Frank, Joe, and Hal were sitting on the tailgate of a pickup, and the migrant workers were setting up their tents and campers in a field near the house. I drove in and Frank and Joe walked over to me and waited till I got out of my truck. Frank floored me when he said they were waiting for me to tell them what was to be done. The migrant workers were setting up and the cotton was ready. Susan's words hit me in the face, many things I am going to have to ask advice and help on. They were waiting on me to tell them what was to be done, not only that, but the order in which they were to be accomplished wasmost important. I learned quickly, I was going to need their expertise. In the past I had been Nathan's nephew, someone to wave at when passing, and speak to when meeting one another. During that initial meeting, almost thirty minutes in duration, Nathan had set the stage well as I was now in charge and they were waiting on instructions. I fumbled through it but the work started. Every detail of harvesting a years crops suddenly became important. What I had watched as a boy the previous year was suddenly changed, it was no longer a game. It took me two weeks to figure it out. Another word for naïve, s-t-u-p-i-d. They set me up good. At the end of the second week I was thinking about the work I was doing, and it slowly, and I do mean s l o w l y, it started dawning on me that things were not quite right. Every time I came upon some they were sitting and waiting for further instructions. I brought this up to both Frank and Joe but I let them convince me otherwise, each informing me Nathan gave the work instructions for day-to-day work. The migrant workers even got in on the joke by sending me to the barn for the gate stretcher. I looked for it all afternoon and finally drove to the hardware store to buy a new one, not being able to find the one in the barn. I guess the clerks at the hardware store are still laughing at that one. The last bale of cotton, as well as the last bushel of corn was out of the field. The equipment being serviced, the two previous days, made for a leisurely Saturday. I knew how the Pilgrims felt for the first Thanksgiving, even though it came from a month of virtual harassment. Ida and Nathan had all the families, and their kids, at the house for hot dogs and hamburgers. It was like a 4th of July celebration only it was a week before Halloween. The kids were drinking sodas and the men were drinking beer, with a lot of moonshine thrown in. Everyone was having a good time, following much work. I was probably happiest because the doctor had removed my cast the day before. My arm was stiff and a little sore, however that damn cast was gone. Gay was talking to me again, although barely, and we were sitting on the porch, listening to the men tell stories about one another. I became alert when I heard my name mentioned. Nat was inquiring about my performance and I remember the answer even today. Frank said to all sitting around, in a rather loud voice, "He failed the test but he passed the course." Everyone seemed to get a big thrill from this answer because, in unison, there was a roar of laughter. That remark really hurt at that time because, I didn't understand the answer. Later, when Nathan explained to me I had got the job done, however it had taken maximum effort on my part. The remark hurt Gay also. She took my hand, squeezed it gently, and held it for hours after that. It also gave her a reason to begin talking because after that, she and I began speaking to one another in casual conversation. This was something that had been missing for weeks and especially that day, having worked side by side all morning, with fewer than ten words spoken between us. Ida and Rita, along with the other women, had put out quite a spread. It was after two, the men were really getting into the beer, and the women were finished with the cleaning, just sitting around talking. The kids had picked up all the trash, after being threatened with bodily harm, the afternoon became strictly casual and relaxing for everyone. One of the boys found a snakeskin and began chasing the girls. That split the boys and girls for the afternoon and the girls came to the house. In turn, this caused the men to move away from the main house towards the barn, to finish their stories. With the following week being Halloween, the drive-in was showing horror movies all night, the girls talking their moms into letting them go. When the boys found the girls were getting to do something and not them, they started pitching a fit. The boys were sent to their fathers and sometime later I saw them setting up tents in the field, where the migrants had set up camp. There was a large pit, used for a fire at night, and the boys were raiding the woods for branches and small logs. Nina and Gerry were going to the grocery store for popcorn, and Frank and Joe wanted to get more beer, so they talked Rita into making the beer run. Gay, Rita, and I, were elected to make the trip to the store. Rita and Gay went into the grocery store and returned with three bags of junk food for the girls, and two for the boys. Popcorn, sodas, bags of candy, for the girls, and two giant bags of pretzels to be shared. Hot dogs, buns, and marshmallows, were purchased for the boys. They even bought a gallon jug of pickles, which they were laughing about, but I wasn't told the joke. The next stop was the beer barn and I placed my arm over Gay's shoulder when Rita went inside to make the purchase. We had been speaking, during the trip, and our relationship appeared to be getting back close to normal. I took a chance and leaned over and kissed her, just a light touch on the lips. We broke the quick kiss and were just sitting and looking at one another. She reached over and pulled my head to hers and kissed me, this kiss having more passion. Her lips felt soft, her hair smelled so fresh, the faint aroma of her perfume, was arousing. Rita came out of the beer barn, a clerk following closely pushing a hand truck loaded with four cases of beer and six bags of ice. Rita was obviously flirting with the man, who looked about thirty and in good physical shape. He put the beer and ice in the back of the truck and they stood at the tailgate, talking for ten minutes. The girls swarmed the truck when we returned and put the bags in back of the car Ginny was driving. They found the pickles and Rita said something to them and they began laughing. I drove the truck to the barn and Joe and Frank took possession of the beer, telling Hal to bring the ice. The boys had rushed up, hearing the girls squealing, and took their bags and ran back to the large bonfire they had going. Gay was hanging by my side and declined the trip to the movie. Thirty minutes later the girls were loading blankets and jackets into the car along with three large bags of fresh cooked popcorn. Gerry and Ginny, the first to the car, were in a hurry, wanting to get to the drive-in before dusk, guaranteeing a good location. Gina and Tina appeared next, not appearing to be in a rush. I knew Ginny was waiting on Nina, who came out about four minutes later, smiling as big as life, waving to us as she piled in the back of the car. Frank had offered Gay and I beer, when they took if from the truck, and Gay had refused. We went into the house and the women were sitting at the kitchen table, a large bottle of wine sitting in the center. Each of the women had a water glass and each glass was filled, at least half full. Fran was sitting at the table also, a folder full of papers, and two of Nathan's ledgers on top of the papers. Donna saw I was drinking beer and offered Gay a glass of wine. It surprised me when Gay accepted and Donna filled a glass three quarters full, passing it to her daughter. We had been sitting in the front porch swing for almost half an hour, talking mainly about the girls watching the horror movies, when Rita came out. My arm was draped over Gay's shoulder and she squeezed my hand gently at Rita's presence. She was dressed for a night out, and I whistled as she stood in the doorway. The light behind her was passing through the thin material of the dress, her body a dark silhouette under the garment. It was obvious she was wearing very little under the dress. She stood in the doorway for five minutes or more, starting a casual conversation. She and Gay were doing most of the talking, the majority of the conversation around Mex Mom spouting out how great it was to see Donna pregnant again the first day the arrived at the farm. Frank was with the hands and that's how he learned his wife was pregnant. Donna had to confirm she was indeed pregnant. It was a shock to Frank but he took it pretty well and now he is acting like the expectant father. Mex Mom may seem derogatory to some but that is the name she told me to call her when I first met her. She was like a mom to the children of the migrants in as much as she stayed in camp during the day and cared for all the children. The other mothers worked in the fields with the men. Rita finally said, "Do you mind if I sit a while. I am waiting on that nice looking guy from the beer barn to get here. He gets off between eight and ten, depending on business." Gay was quick to respond, probably wanting Rita to move from the door, "No, you can sit with us." I think Gay was expecting Rita to sit next to her as there was probably a little more room on that end of the swing. Instead, Rita sat on my left, twisting her ass to make a little more room for herself. I moved a little closer to Gay and she remained still, our legs now pressed firmly against one another. I had the can of beer in my left hand and I wanted a drink. It wasn't easy getting the can to my mouth, my arm still stiff and sore, but I made it. I was holding the can on my lap and Rita took the can and gingerly raised my arm where it was over her shoulder. Now I had an arm around both. There was silence for a while and Rita placed the can at my lips and I took a drink. Afterwards, she took a drink and said, "What's it like sitting with your arms around two pretty women?" I felt Gay tense a little and I said, "It's the greatest feeling in the world," pulling both a little tighter against me with a gentle squeeze. "Can I share you man with you for a while, Gay?" Rita asked leaning forward slightly enabling her to see Gay's face. "Only if you don't try and keep him for yourself," Gay said as she looked back to Rita. She smiled at Rita and looked to me and leaned up and softly kissed me on the cheek. The kiss was a total surprise and Rita responded, dragging her words out slowly. "Oh no, I don't want to keep him, I just want to use him for a while," she said and she reached up and kissed me on the other cheek. I knew she did it just to get a reaction from Gay, which she did because I felt Gay stiffen under my arm. I want to say Rita saw Gay's reaction also because she changed the subject. They began a conversation about the days activities and then got to talking about the girls at the drive-in. I was hoping to learn the secret of the pickles but I didn't. Rita would hold the can to my lips occasionally to give me a drink of beer, always taking a drink for herself afterwards. All the time Rita was talking she was squeezing the fingers on the hand she held, or bringing it to her mouth and placing soft kisses on it. Her free hand was on my leg and she didn't keep it still. She was either squeezing the leg or caressing it, either way with a light touch, and needless to say it was arousing me. When Rita released my hand and let it fall to where it was touching the material covering her breast, I felt Gay make a flinching motion. A few moments later Rita's hand pressed my hand against her breast and Gay took a deep breath. Neither woman was looking at one another however I knew they could see with their peripheral vision. Rita continued to press my hand against her and I started gently squeezing her breast from outside her dress. I squeezed for about two minutes and Gay released my hand, allowing it to drop on her breast. I held it against the breast for a few moments and then began working my hands in unison, squeezing both breasts at once. I could feel a nipple pressing the palm of each hand and I was now semi-erect. It was an erotic feeling, having a different woman's breast in each hand knowing the women were fully aware of what they were doing. I know Gay was aware of my body tensing when Rita pushed my hand from her blouse and guided it inside. It was a casual movement on her part, however I felt my body tense up when I touched the warm softness of her bare breast. My hands became still and I froze. I even held my breath and I began to slowly let it out when Rita's hand covered mine once more, this time pressing me through the blouse. I could feel my hands trembling as I started, once again, caressing each breast ever so lightly. I hadn't noticed but there had been a long silence, and I don't know how much time had actually passed. I just know that the last time Rita placed the can to my mouth, it was empty. She lifted it to her mouth and withdrew it saying, "I have drank all your beer, I'll get you another." "I'll get it," Gay said as she pushed my arm from her shoulder and stood, "I need to go to the little girls room also." She took the empty from Rita and walked inside. Gay was gone along time and I continued to caress Rita's breast, working my fingers inside her bra cup and cupping her entire breast in my hand. I looked at her and she lifted her face, as expecting me to kiss her. I leaned to her and we kissed, our tongues working savagely on one another's mouth. She was pressing her chest against my hand as she was pressing her face against mine. When we heard Gay open the door, our lips separated quickly and Rita whispered to me, "You are on your own now," smiling at me and then looking towards Gay. Gay handed the can of beer to Rita and I saw her eyes look at my hand, still inside the blouse. Gay sat back in her same spot and took a drink from her glass of wine. I noticed she had refilled the glass. The swing jerked when Gay pulled my arm over her shoulder, I know because I caused it. She placed my hand on her breast only now she was not wearing a bra. She had removed it when she made the bathroom and beer trip. The game was over now as far as I was concerned. As Rita held the fresh can of beer to my lips I drank and placed my hand inside Gay's blouse at the same time. I now had two soft mounds, one in each hand and I squeezed each, a little harder than normal and Gay tightened some but said nothing. I heard a soft moan from Rita. We finished that beer and Rita had gone for another, refilling Gay's wine at the same time. I was not hiding anything now as I fondled the breast of each woman. The conversation was a little slurred, at times, however we laughed when someone told a funny. It was after eleven when Rita's date finally drove up and Gay and I walked her to the car. We were leaning against the car talking with him for half an hour before they left. Gay was facing me, her weight pressing against me, and I was sure she could feel my erection pressing against her. Rita was backed up to him, her ass constantly moving across his midsection. When they drove off it was almost midnight and Gay ran towards the house telling me she was getting the bathroom first. I was standing by the drive and I just unzipped and pissed on the grass. I had to wait a couple of minutes because of my erection, but I finally emptied my bladder. I walked in through the living room and Donna and Fran were sleeping on the sofa and loveseat. The position looked familiar, having been in it a couple of months past. Each had one foot on the floor, obviously to stop the room from spinning. There was a big difference in them however, Donna was wearing a full skirt, and her skirt had pulled where I could see her white panties if I stood at her feet. Fran was a different matter. She was wearing a tight skirt, short, and with her legs in the spread position, her skirt was drawn above her panties. Her panties could be seen from any position. I wanted to place my hand on her pussy but I knew I would get caught by one of the other women, as went my normal run of luck. I did, however, walk to her side and look down at her pussy. She had puffy lips, her pussy filling the panties at her junction and I could see the dark hairs above the pussy through the white panties. The hair on her pussy looked about the same color as the hair on her head, considering I was seeing it through the thin panties. I removed her shoes and placed her leg on the loveseat, and then did the same, placing Donna's leg on the sofa. I turned to walk from the room and Fran had moved her foot back to the floor. I walked into the kitchen and Ida, Joan, and Wanda, were chuckling about something. I asked what happened to Fran and Donna and they laughed. Joan said Donna was showing Fran how to drink moonshine. The three of them burst out laughing again. There was a jar of moonshine on the table with about a quarter of it missing. Gay walked into the room and Ida asked, "What are you two doing?' "We came in to watch a little TV," I said and, "It looks like that is out, the sofas are in use." Three pairs of eyes were looking up at us and Ida said, "You will have to watch it in your room tonight." Gay took my hand and pulled gently. I followed and she walked to the stairs, looked around, and then walked up the steps, clutching my hand as we walked. We walked to my room and I pushed the door open, allowing her to enter. I heard her chuckle as she stopped, looking at the bed. She said, "Do you wear that at night?" There was the light green peignoir I thought Nina looked so sexy in, spread across the foot of my bed. I knew immediately why Nina had been the last to leave the house. "Nina," I said, "Now I know what took her so long." Gay walked over to the bed and looked closer at the garment, turned and looked back at me, picked it up and walked from the room to the bathroom. I was frozen. I couldn't move. I wondered what Gay was up to and I had hopes however they didn't linger long. I had been there before with her. I stood, it seemed like an hour, however more like a few minutes, and soon Gay walked back, stopping in the doorway. My eyes almost left me. She was wearing the peignoir and that was all. I could see her pointed breasts, her nipples appearing almost the color of coal. I wanted to whistle but I was afraid it was a dream and she would disappear. She walked to the bed and, after drawing the covers back, crawled into the bed, centering herself. I walked over to my door, closing it, double checking to insure it was locked. I started undressing and when I crawled over the foot of the bed I was naked. Gay's foot was within inches of my face and I leaned and kissed the top of her foot. She was apparently ticklish because she jumped, jerking her leg to her body. I looked at her face, then dropped my eyes to her pussy. The leg pulled high only opened her and I could see her mound clearly. Reaching her foot and pulling it back, I started kissing, nibbling, and licking, slowly working up her leg. I took my time, wanting her to be pleasured to the fullest. I kissed her behind the knee and she giggled, trying to withdraw her leg once again but my hands held it firmly. I looked up over her mound, over her smooth belly, over her conical breasts where the nipples appeared as crowns, and saw she was biting her top lip, her breathing erratic and heavy. I moved higher, very slowly, enjoying her soft skin as it seemed to caress my lips and tongue. I moved slowly until I was inches from her pussy, where the skin of a woman seems the softest, smoothest, and the warmest. I paused, inhaling her female aroma. My nose was picking up the elegant smell of her womanhood, my brain was digesting the information, my prick was erect, throbbing, wanting to enter she source of my arousal. I licked, nibbled, and kissed, the last three inches of the soft skin. Not getting the expected response, I raised my head and looked at her face. She was sleeping. The two glasses of wine apparently being too much for her. I heard myself moan as I dropped my face into her spread pussy. ------- Chapter 6 Mimi Peters stared at the paper lying on her desk and glanced up at to see a student walk into her outer office. She detested the dual role she was placed into at the sudden illness of the counselor however she was glad she could assist her students. The student in her outer office had a problem and she was at a loss on solving it. To date, she had been successful in dealing with problems where conduct, constant tardiness, laziness in class, and a dozen other minor situations students perceived as major, but this was a major problem with long lasting consequences. Dan was waiting in her outer office, at her request. She looked into the outer office and Dan was talking to another student, a pretty young freshman. He appeared so confident as she watched the two in conversation. He was a changed student since he came to the school a year earlier but he couldn't make, correction, wouldn't make decisions where others were involved. The AG teacher had written her a note each week, informing her of his inability in this area and even had recommended private, outside counseling. She remembered the words being underlined, "is willing to let situations pass, hoping they will go away. He needs to be more aggressive and take immediate action on problems. He has the ability. He is ineffective in any role as a leader." She had spoken to the AG teacher and he explained Dan's responsibilities after he left school. He was a long-time friend of Nathan's and knew how he had struggled to make the farm profitable and Dan was inheriting the farm and its problems. He reminded her, farmers were a dying breed, and only the strongest would survive, and his goal was to insure Dan survived. She read and reread the paper, the last three nights and each night she had the same feeling. The student, Mark, would complete school because he was sent to school and after school, when there was no direction for him, he would gradually start drifting and within a few years he would be forced into menial labor to survive. He would hit bottom and remain there, unaware the knowledge he had inside his head wasn't being utilized. He would be happy just to barely get by. She just hoped it worked because if she was successful two students would be served, the dark side being both would continue to struggle if it failed. Dan and Mark were exactly alike. Mimi Peters looked up at the sound of the knock on her door, and motioned to the chair beside her desk, "Sit down, please, Dan." Unknown to her, Dan felt a sudden warm feeling pass through his body at the sound of her voice. He pulled the chair half a dozen inches from the desk to allow him room to lay his arm on the edge. He got comfortable and waited for her to speak, after all, she had summoned him. Mimi Peters looked at Dan and there was an aura about him. She wanted to put her arms around him to protect him, and the flash went through her body, forcing her to press her legs tightly together. She didn't understand her feelings about him, mainly because she was his teacher, and teachers do not get involved with students. She stared at him and suddenly felt jealous. She was jealous of four students who looked at him and she could see the girls almost melting whenever they spoke to him. She realized that was just a figure of speech, people don't melt, but that was the way she was feeling at the moment. She needed to inform Dan that the AG teacher had met with Nathan and he had agreed to sponsor a co-op student. The student selected was Mark and Mimi Peters had purposely selected him because he had the same traits as Dan when he came to the school. He was a follower, but had capabilities equaling Dan. She, and the AG teacher had conferred and between the two they thought it was a good match and they were as sure as they could be, both students would benefit. She had the responsibility to inform the students of the schools intentions. There was one difference between the two boys she was troubled with, that being the status of the families. Dan was from an affluent family and Mark's family was poor, borderline poverty level in fact. Mimi Peters jumped from her chair, driving it against the wall, seconds after Dan's chair had scraped across the floor when Dan had jumped up quickly, only to trip and fall to the floor. Dan had looked over his shoulder and when he saw Mark he quickly became on the defense, only to trip and fall in the floor. Dan had avoided Mark for weeks and his sudden appearance behind him was cause for concern. Mark, and his two friends, had given Dan twenty stitches at their last meeting. Since that day Dan had seen him in school and always avoided him. Mimi saw there was a hostility between the two and quickly stepped between them. Her first question was to herself, "What had she done now?" Mark was quick to explain, and in detail, what the confrontation between had been, and the reason. He told the story and I remembered, not being struck by him, but being struck from behind. I had not thought of it before because he had confronted me and then the fight broke out. Actually there was no fight, it was just a beating. My stitches had come from being kicked in the head by both his friends. I learned the two with him were not really friends but had been sent by Butch, and they were among the boys who had not been in school for a while. I learned I had been avoiding him for weeks and he had forgot the incident almost. He said he never struck me one time, and I believed him. I remembered he had confronted me and had been in front of the entire time it took for the fracas, and I couldn't recall him striking out. I had to wait in Ms. Peters office while she summoned Lisa. Mark had brought the picture up and I had to explain. Lisa came into the office and she turned pale when I was asked about the picture in front of her. I had to apologize and I told her I had destroyed the picture, which I had after my first talk with Nathan on the hill. I was glad when Ms. Peters finally let me return to class. When I returned home, Nathan and I discussed Mark's role. He was to be my mirror, my equal, and Nathan would give the report to school. Actually, Frank and Joe were going to be giving us our grade. They would inform Nathan of our good, as well as our bad decisions. It was to be to our benefit if we collaborated on our decisions, before we made them. I told Rita, later that evening, I didn't know how this was going to work and she informed me Nathan had previously had co-op students working on the farm and they had done well. That made me feel a little better, but I had apprehension because I was now one of the students. She reminded me Frank and Joe had worked for Nathan for over fifteen years and they would see I did not mess up. I was called to Ms. Peters office the first class the following day. She had a favor to ask and wanted me to ask Mark if he would like to double to the dance Friday night. Mark and Lisa were not going because they had no transportation and they live quite a distance from the school. I spoke to Mark and he was happy to accept and we would get together in the afternoon to make a schedule. I told him I was also bringing Nina and her date but six in the crew cab was no problem. I saw Gay that evening and informed her Lisa and Mark would also be going to the dance with us. Friday afternoon, Dan came in the house, later than usual, and placed a paper sack in the refrigerator. Ida and Rita were making pastries for a neighbor who had just returned from the hospital, and Dan walked by Rita and kissed her forehead and passed through the kitchen to his room. Ida noticed he seemed happy but hadn't spoken to either but had kissed her sister. Ida asked, "What was that about?" Rita looked at her sister and smiled, "I reminded him last evening he needed a corsage for his date." Ida went to the refrigerator and opened the sack he had placed inside, and said to Rita, "There are three corsages in here." The sisters looked at one another with a questioned look and Rita said, "I don't know," and continued with the work spread before her on the table. Dan cleaned his truck, he wanted to impress the girls later, and walked to the barn. He was going to feed for Ben but found Ben had fed and was with his father. Frank and Joe were working on a tractor and had parts strewn over the floor. Ben was cleaning parts as his father passed them to his son. Frank looked up at Dan and said, "Son, we are going to need some new equipment next year. I don't think we can keep this running much longer, and Eddie told us it is costing us too much in repairs. I'm afraid this tractor has about seen its better days and," he paused and removed his cap, scratching his head, "And this is not the only bad piece, we have a half dozen more we haven't got to yet." Dan nodded and began looking around, "I'll have to talk to Nathan." Dan stood around a few more minutes and then walked back towards the house. Frank looked over at Joe, who was now scratching his head, "Joe, looks like we have two more years here, we may have put our eggs in the wrong basket. That is his standard answer now, and you know Nathan has been letting things slide for about four years, ever since he had that first heart attack." "You're right, Joan and I have been talking about it for about a month now. She is worried, she hates the thought of giving up over fifteen years to this place. I guess Donna feels the same way too." Joe said in a disgruntled tone. "Damn, all those tough years and just when things were rolling along, shit hits the fan again." "Joe, if we can make it three more years it will mean a lot for the kids, by them we will just have a half dozen or less at home, probably all of Hal's will be gone." Frank was sounding dejected as he spoke. Joe looked up and Frank saw the look of determination set in his jaw. They had worked side-by-side for over fifteen years and could just about read one another's reaction to any problem but Frank was surprised at Joe's next remarks, "Joan said she is going to have a talk with Rita. She seems to be the one holding everyone together in the big house now. And you know something else, I think Dan has a thing for his aunt, have you seen the way he looks at her?" Frank chuckled and came back with, "Yeah, I've seen him look at her. He has that same look you and I had ten years ago when we looked at her, but maybe he has more charm than we had." Both men started laughing, remembering their attempts to get her in bed with them; she had a reputation for being a party girl, even back then. They were still having sporadic outbursts of laughter until it was time to call it a night, and head home for supper. Dan walked into the family room and Rita whistled. Ida let out a loud 'whoop' and Nathan smiled and nodded. Rita said, "You look sharp tonight. If your date stands you up come back and get me." Dan was wearing a tux, a first for him, tonight being one of two formal occasions at the school. Rita had chosen the silver-charcoal tux. The colors changed between black and silver, as he moved. She knew it would match the white formal, with a white with black sequined wrap Gay was wearing. Dan waved at Nathan and kissed his aunts on the forehead on his way out. Dan remembered the corsages and stored them in the truck. He hoped Mark was ready because they would be pressed for time. When he finally made the long trip to Mark's, Mark was ready and they drove toward Lisa's. While driving Dan asked if Mark had remembered a corsage for Lisa. Mark looked at him, a saddening look on his face, "No, I used all my bread to get this monkey suit." Dan handed Mark the corsage when they reached Lisa's, and said, "Give her this, please," Mark didn't speak but Dan knew the look on his face was his way of saying thanks. Dan waited and ten minutes later Lisa came out and asked Dan, "Would you come inside, my father wants to meet you?" Lisa's face wasn't smiling as it should have been considering the occasion. Dan walked in behind Lisa and was hit with a barrage of questions from her father, the last question causing tears to form in Lisa's eyes. "Don't you kids be parking and screwing after the dance. I don't want my daughter getting pregnant tonight." Dan knew he was drunk and he felt sympathy for Lisa. Lisa's mom spoke, "Honey, let the kids go, they are going to be late." They listened as the two adults argued and Lisa slowly pushed them to the door. They were almost at the truck when he heard Lisa's father shout at her mother, "Hell woman, you got knocked up the night of the harvest dance." Lisa was silently crying as he drove to Gays. Gay was ready and Donna made a big deal about the corsage. Donna tied the corsage on her wrist, the dress being strapless. Dan was in a hurry to get out of the house. Frank shook his hand and Donna kissed Gay and Dan on the cheek. As they were about to walk out the door Frank called, "Dan, you kids have a good time tonight. Gay, you look gorgeous, like a princess." Gay rushed over and hugged him. I heard him say, "I love you sweetheart." She replied, a tear forming her eye, "I love you too daddy." She grabbed my arm and rushed me out the door. Mark noticed Gay was crying and he hoped Dan had not been exposed to her father, as he had Lisa's. Dan drove to his house and asked his companions to come inside while they picked up Nina and her date. They followed him and when Nina met him, looking good and wearing a corsage, she listened and nodded as he whispered to her. Nina took Gay and Lisa to the bathroom and the girls freshened their makeup. Rita asked Dan what the problem was after the girls were out of hearing range. She explained Gay's tears were of joy however Lisa's father had embarrassed her in front of Mark and he. He started to explain but the girls came back into the room. Nathan whistled at the trio and Ida told him, "You better watch you heart old man." Nathan spoke up, "If it gives out because of these three beauties I will have a smile on my face when they lower the lid on me." I had to agree with Nathan because I had been sporting an erection since Lisa had walked from her front door. The dress she wore was of a clinging material and molded to every shape of her gorgeous body. It was a light purple and the sheer white outer garment, was fuller and caused the shapely body beneath to be accentuated, heightening her sexuality as she walked. Nina was adorned in a sea green gown, striking her just below the knees. The dress had a coral shell pattern, and the shells appeared to be floating. Her movement seemed to entice the shells to move more freely. The dress was backless and a band of shells appeared to be holding her breasts as the band flowed upwards and encircled her neck. It gave the appearance her 'C' sized breasts were much larger. The dress was a definite turn-on. The white formal, with a white with black sequined wrap, Gay was wearing, had a challenging deep 'V' and the cups holding her breasts appeared to be standing alone, drawing attention to her breasts, and making them appear much larger than they actually were. The dress struck her three inches above the knees, and gave the effect of added height to her normal five-four. Rita insisted on getting pictures of the girls, then the girls and dates, and the grand finale was when she had them surround Nathan and take his picture with them. They seemed to enjoy this tremendously and insisted on individual pictures with him. I think that was the happiest I had seen Nathan on the entire time I had lived in his home. Rita finally ran out of film and we were able to leave for the dance. Gay and I were alone in front and Nina and Lisa, and dates, sat in the back. When Gay saw how close they were sitting in the back she moved over close to me, actually pressing her leg and body against mine. The two couples in the rear began laughing and joking, not including Gay and I in their chatter, while I drove. Gay surprised me when she lifted my arm and placed it around her shoulder. Her shoulder was bare and I had no place for my hand. She gave me a sharp look when I let my hand drop over her shoulder and lay on her right breast. She stared at me for a few moments and finally began looking in the direction I was driving. When we pulled into the parking lot, at school, she quickly removed my hand, which had been cupping her breast, and placed it on the wheel. The dance was a great success. The chaperones let the kids be themselves, and seemed to just be enjoying the music and refreshments. There were two couples who seemed to forget they were at a school dance and were petting pretty heavily on the dance floor however they were not interfered with by the watchful eyes. Ms. Peters was not wearing a corsage so Mark and I, our dates following close behind, presented the extra corsage I had purchased to her. She insisted I pin it on her and I got a fist in the rib, from Gay, when it slipped and I caught it by pressing it against her breast. Her only reaction was a smile. My reaction was an instant erection, not unnoticed by her, fortunately Gay was standing behind me. The dance ended at midnight and Lisa informed us the party was going to continue at one of the cheerleaders house. Everyone was having a good time and I wasn't ready for the evening to end so we followed. It seemed only the cheerleaders were invited because Nina, her date, Gay, and I were the only ones not associated with cheering. Ms. Peters also attended the after hours party. The house was large and the party was downstairs, in a large family room, which opened onto a larger concrete area, with a pool beyond that. There were many dares for people to swim however it was too cool for swimming. Jenna's parents, Don and Marg, our host and hostess, were much younger than I expected and were very nice. I learned he owned the hardware store, where we did a goodly amount of business, and he became much more cordial once he learned I was Nathan's nephew. He was also the largest dealer of farm implements in town. He and I were talking, standing behind the wet bar, and he passed me a cup of beer. I knew some of the kids had been drinking but I had only seen sodas behind the bar before that. Our conversation was interrupted when my name was being shouted. I was up for the game of pool. We had posted our names on the board for order of play, Gays being three in front of mine. I walked over to the table and she was my opponent. The guys began laughing when I asked if she had beaten the names above me. All she did was smile and blow me a kiss. Half way through the game I guessed why she had won, so far, because when she leaned over the table I got a couple of quick flashes of her nipples. I hadn't known she could play pool however I tried to keep my mind on the game and off her breasts. It failed. I was beaten handily. Naturally I was cheered as the next person's name was called. Naturally I stayed for the next game, both girls wearing strapless gowns. Gay finished the girl off quickly and I was pulled away by the hostess, Marg. She walked me to the patio, where the music was playing, and couples were dancing. She was wearing a backless dress, her breasts covered by two wide strips tying behind her neck. There was no way she could wear a bra and she pressed close to me as we danced. I was trying to keep my body from touching her, my erection being uncomfortable, however she kept pressing against me. She didn't indicate, one way or another, when my prick pressed against her, if it bothered her. When she held me for the second and third tunes I gave up and pressed against her, only to feel her grinding against my prick. I was so close to cuming, in my shorts, I had to beg out of dancing with her. She kissed my forehead and pressed her body against me firmly, before she released me. I could feel her soft mounds as I walked back to the bar and finished my warm cup of beer. I heard a loud cheer come from the area of the pool table and saw someone lift Gay's hand above her head and a boy walking away, shaking his head. I wasn't aware of Jenna standing beside me until she spoke, "Gay just beat the best pool player around." She was smiling and seemed as happy as Gay, who was talking with Mark and two girls. They were all smiling and one of the girls was patting Gay on the back. Gay looked in my direction and our eyes met, even across the great distance in the room, and I gave her a thumb up gesture. She smiled back and raised her clenched fist, her acknowledgement to me. I looked around the room and saw Nina and her date sitting on a sofa, each holding a cup like my beer was in. Across the room, Lisa, Ms. Peters, and our host, Don, were in a deep conversation, Lisa gesturing wildly with her hands. I looked at the young cheerleader beside me and saw she was also watching her father. I was going to ask Jenna if she wanted a drink but she beat me to a question, hers being, "Would you like to dance, please?" She didn't wait for a response, rather took my arm, and started for the patio. I was easily led however. I was looking down into the top of her dress and remembered how great her breast looked in the photo, with the group of cheerleaders. My prick hardened as I thought about Pamela, the photographer's daughter, telling me Jenna was the first to take her top off and ask to be photographed by Mr. Robinson. I pulled her close, however, she pulled back when my erection first pressed against her midsection, but it was she who pressed her body against it, making our second body contact. We maintained contact through two numbers and she spoke when the third started, "I can't," she said as she looked up at me, "You are Gay's boyfriend. My father wants to know why you haven't bought any equipment from him in the last three or four years?" "Did your father ask you to dance with me and... " I was going to ask a harder question but I didn't want to hear the answer. "Yes, and he said... " she spoke in a low tone and I saw the tears in her eyes forming slowly as she looked up at me. "Did he tell you to... ?" I didn't have to finish the question because she was nodding, causing the tears to roll off her face where they were falling on her round breast mounds. I took my handkerchief and touched the wet spots on her breasts lightly, absorbing the teardrops, and then I wiped her eyes gently, trying not to smear her makeup. She took the handkerchief and began drying her own eyes, as more tears were falling from them. I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly, speaking in almost a whisper, "Don't worry, tell your dad I will be in to see him shortly." She wiped her eyes some more and when she looked at me again, I saw a smile come on her face. She was quick, her arms went around my neck, and she kissed me. It was not a kiss you give a friend either, her tongue was desperately searching inside my mouth. I returned the kiss and, I don't remember when it happened, but when we broke the kiss my hand was massaging her soft breast mound. I didn't stop when the kiss broke as I searched for her nipple. I found it through the soft material, pinched it lightly, getting a light moan, and her hand covered mine, pressing it firmly against her soft body. We regained our posture and she handed me my handkerchief. I placed it in my pocket and took her arm to lead her inside. I looked up and Gay was standing in the doorway watching us, that is until she turned and quickly walked back to join the crowd, now huddled around the karaoke system. I followed Jenna inside, she walking to the others as I went to the bar. I found the beer and poured myself a cup, and looking around, saw I was getting a hard stare from Gay, when our eyes met. I walked back to the patio and saw the gazebo, which I hadn't noticed before and walked over to it. As far as I know I was the only person outside, as I sat in the silence of the early morning. It was so still and the silence was inspiring. I was content. I jumped, surprised at the sound of our hostess' voice. She was walking toward the gazebo and stopped when she reached the entrance. The light was behind her and I could see the silhouette her body formed, through the sheer material of her dress. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, not waiting for an answer, but sitting beside me, her dress lightly touching my trousers. "Don and I sit here many hours at night, its peaceful... and private." She added the last words after a long pause. We sat in silence for a long while and when she saw my cup was empty she took it from me and walked back to the house. She returned a few minutes later, turning the outside lights out as she passed through the door, and found her way back to sit beside me. She passed me the beer and I saw her take a drink from the cup she was holding. We sat in silence for many minutes, listening to the quiet and sipping our beverages. Her movement jarred the stillness and she leaned against me, her arm lifting mine and placing it around her shoulder. She spoke in a low tone, "I hear you are pretty persuasive with certain cheerleaders." "I don't know what you mean," I said, not quite understanding what she meant. "Dan, right?" she was asking, actually to insure I was the right person. I thought quickly, and then I knew where she was going. Four of the girls inside had met me on the back row of the drive-in theatre. They had been cordial at the dance tonight and also inside, as we passed one another, one even asking me to dance. I didn't know but I was hoping they hadn't mentioned our meeting with others. "Dan, I am like a big sister to those girls inside and they confide in me. I hear the talk and I get asked the questions, and I know at least four have been intimate with you. You may have been intimate with my daughter, as well as the others, but as yet they haven't talked about you. I do know from others, not the ones present, that you treat a girl very good." Her hand reached mine and placed it on her breast, and she continued. I squeezed her breast before moving my hand under the material covering her mound. Her nipple was tiny, but it became hard immediately upon my touch. "The girls talk about you, and everyone I have spoken to thinks you are a doll. I met you this evening and I wondered how any of them could think so highly of you, that is until I began talking to you. You are a con, and you have the ability to talk them out of their virginity, which I know you have done, on occasions. You are a sweet talker and I should warn everyone of them to beware of you, but, I don't think they would listen." She became silent when her mouth closed over the head of my prick. While she had been speaking, she had opened my trousers, pushed my shorts down, pulled my erection from my clothing, and was stroking it slowly and softly. When her mouth covered my prick, I thought she had placed a fire over it, her mouth felt so hot. I came quick and she kept me covered, taking all my juice by swallowing rapidly. I was expecting her to release me after she drained the last of my juices but she had other plans. She kept sucking, working my trousers down as she did so. She continued her mission as she pulled my trousers to my knees, after I lifted my hips to allow her the freedom. Her free hand went to my balls and she was rough and gentle, rough and gentle. I felt a stirring in my midsection when I felt her fingernail scraping up the crack of my ass, pressing gently against my asshole, as she passed it. Four or five times she did this, each time pressing harder against the 'O' in my crack, having buried about an inch of her digit inside the opening on the last two passes her finger made. I had released the tie holding her top and had both breasts in my hands. Her breasts were not firm, and hung from her body, swinging freely, as she was inhaling my prick. Her nipples were small and hard, and I pulled them, stretching her hanging breasts to each side roughly, getting only a slight moan. I was fully erect and she was trying to get my prick inside her opening. She was holding her dress as she tried to lower herself but I would not let her make contact with my prick. "Please, please, I need you now." She was pleading. "Take the dress off," I said, maintaining a grip on her thighs. "Not here, please." She was pleading again. "Yes, take it off, now," I said as I turned my body, brushing my prick against her leg below the knee. "Someone might... " she started to say as I started to sit up. She reached behind her back and a moment later the dress was pulled over her head. I took the dress and tossed it over my shoulders, into the grass behind the gazebo. I leaned back, my prick now standing upright from my body. Her hand was on it and she spread her legs again, guiding it into her opening. My prick entered easily, as a matter of fact I slipped four fingers inside her, and still found her to be large. She was working her body up and down on my erection and I searched for her clit, taking it between my finger and thumb, and pressing it hard, after finding it. This caused her to work faster and faster on my fingers and prick, and she was becoming louder with her moaning. I knew she was about to reach her peak, her moans had changed drastically, now breathing in deep, gasping breaths. I saw the movement of the person standing in the archway, unable to identify it immediately. I was trying to watch her breasts flopping wildly, pounding on her stomach, her shoulders, against one another, each time making a smacking sound. The silhouette moved and I saw the hand reach and lift the dress, moving almost in a duplication of the motion as Marg bouncing on my prick. Ms. Peters was getting herself off as she watched. I was surprised to hear Ms. Peters moans before I heard Marg's. Both were equally loud and I was thankful for the sudden noises coming from inside the house. The noise, being allowed to escape from the house, was caused by a couple opening the door and walking outside. I whispered in a barely audible tone, "Mimi, come over here." She walked towards us as Marg pulled herself from my prick, which was still standing, as I hadn't cum when they did. I pulled Marg's head to my prick and she took it, mixed juices and all. Mimi Peters was standing by us, watching the mother sucking my prick, as I slipped my hand between her legs, pulling her closer when my fingers reached behind her thigh. I felt both women become tense when the male voice said, "Let's go into the gazebo." "No," the female voice said, "We can be seen there, let's go behind the pool." The couple veered from our direction and we could hear them as they were talking and walking from out sight. I could feel the juices on my hand as I slipped my hand higher on Mimi's thigh, to her junction. Pushing past her panties, I found her to be bare, and smooth, and she willingly spread her feet farther apart as I slipped one finger, then two and finally three, inside her womanhood. My thumb found her clit and I worked my fingers inside her, deeper and deeper, while holding the clit firmly, causing it to stretch each time my hand moved. Mimi came on my fingers the same time I came in Marg's mouth. She kept her mouth on my prick until I was drained and I held Mimi's clit until her body stopped trembling and she grasped my hand. I released her clit, removing my fingers from inside her, only to have her sit hard beside me. I heard her release her breath, from down deep. Marg stood and, after rubbing her knees of apparent dirt and grit, sat beside me on the opposite side. She began feeling around for her dress, finally speaking, "Help me find my dress." She was speaking to both sitting on the bench. I wanted to know who the couple was and asked, "Who was that going behind the pool?" The answers came from both almost at the same time, "I don't know." I pulled up my trousers and hooked my belt. I reached for a hand of each and tugged lightly. They rose and I said, "Follow me." I was walking lightly, attempting to be as silent as possible, to the back of the pool and Marg was tugging on my hand, "I have to get my dress." "Sssssshhhhhhh, be quiet, we'll get it in a minute," I said as I pulled her along, Mimi following willfully. We could hear the couple as we crept closer. Marg was constantly tugging at my hand trying to get me to release her but I held her firmly. Mimi was now almost leading us. When we heard the girl clearly Mimi froze, and then walked slowly ahead, holding tightly to my hand. I knew the moment she saw the couple, her hand grasped mine firmly. I eased up and saw the couple on the ground behind a large shrub. Marg moved forward, stopping when she could see them. I recognized both by sight however I knew neither of their names. The girl was placing her dress neatly on the ground and I could see she was still wearing her bra and panties. The boy was removing his trousers and lay them neatly beside her dress. He was wearing skivvies and socks. They were looking at one another and together they started removing, skivvies, and panties, placing them neatly together. The girl pulled her bra and her breasts popped over the cups of her bra. She knelt on the ground and lay back, waiting on him. He turned and we could see his prick the first time, the women holding my hands both took a deep lung full of air. I must admit it had an effect on me also, being the largest prick I had seen on a boy. He knelt, spreading her legs, and his mouth lowered to her pussy. The shadows were heavy and I couldn't see how thick her bush was but it didn't slow his eagerness. I could hear him as he sucked, licked, and tongued her pussy. Two hands were gripping mine tighter as he worked on her mound, being very noisy. He moved up to enter her and we began hearing her talking, her words coming fast as she spoke. "Easy, easy, easy... you're too big, you're too big... easy, easy,... Oh, it hurts, it hurts, you're too big. you're too big, Oh, it hurts, no, no, no, it won't go, too big, too big, WAIT WAIT! WAIT! I'LL SUCK IT! I'LL SUCK IT! I'LL SUCK IT! Marg was leaning closer and closer to the pair as the girl was speaking. We stopped ten feet from the couple and now she had worked to where we were not more than seven feet from the girl's head. The boy sat up, getting to his knees and the girl sat, her mouth almost in line with his giant body extension. Her lips were kissing the tip of his prick head and Marg was inching closer. I released her hand and stepped back, pulling Mimi with me. We were out of sight and Marg was moving closer. She was about four feet when the boy saw her. Her hand was extended and I saw the boys hand reach for hers. The girl saw her and made a funny noise, only to become silent when she saw Marg's hand outstretched, and her lack of clothing. Mimi and I watched the trio for ten minutes, of which eight the boy was plunging his giant rod into Marg soundly. She grunted each time he drove into her, he was definitely not being tender and loving. The boy and girl were kissing one another, while they were mauling Marg's flopping breasts, each tugging a different direction most of the time. I slowly backed Mimi from the trio and when we were on the far side of the pool she put her arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. We kissed long and deep, for many minutes, as our tongues searched and fought one another. We were each breathing heavily when the kiss finally broke and Mimi whispered in my ear, "Would you eat my pussy again, please? Seeing Shauna and Carl has made me horney." I walked her back to the gazebo and lay her on a cushioned area, pulling her panties completely off, sticking them in my back pocket. I lowered my face to her mound, licking all around the bare pussy, until she began directing my tongue. My tongue became sore as I tried to fill her as deeply as possible. She pushed me away after she came the second time. She lay quietly for a minute and finally sat up, reaching for my prick. I pushed her hand away and said, "You don't have to do that." She squeezed my semi hard prick and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Thank you, you were so good, next time I will pleasure you." She stood and I followed, handing her panties to her. "Keep them, you should have a good collection going now." She said this with a big grin on her face. Just before we entered the family room she stopped me again, turned, and gave me a quick kiss, followed by a whispered, "Thank you." Once we were inside I saw the switches on the wall and flipped each one, looking in the back to see the entire yard flooded with light. Mimi covered her mouth, stifling a laugh, as she joined the others. I was standing beside the bar, looking for Gay, when Jenna came up beside me. "Are you looking for Gay?" She asked. "Yes, I don't see her, and I haven't seen her for quite a while." I said looking at her and trying to keep my eyes from her breasts. I could see her eyes were tearing as she said, "She was mad and she asked my dad to take her home, they have been gone quite a while. I'm sorry Dan, I didn't mean to come between you and she. I'll talk to her Monday, at school, and tell her what happened." "Don't worry," I said, "I'll talk to her tomorrow, or the next day, and get it settled. But thanks anyway, let's enjoy the rest of the party." "I haven't seen mom in a while, have you seen her?" Jenna asked "Yes, I saw her in the back, with Shauna and Carl about fifteen minutes ago," I told her, holding back a grin. The lights suddenly went off inside and the only light in the room was coming from the lights in the back yard. I looked out quickly but I couldn't see anyone, I felt relieved, not wanting Marg to be standing in the middle of the yard nude. The back of the room, where the pool table stood, was in total darkness and couples were dancing. Jenna took my hand and pulled me toward the dark area and once we were off the carpet she turned and put her arms around my waist. We began dancing and after the second number her hands had moved to behind my neck, pressing her body against mine. We were standing against the wall and I saw most couples had stopped dancing and were engaged in kissing, and I heard one couple making noises and we knew they weren't kissing. It seemed only logical we should kiss and that is what we did. We were kissing a long while and she was breathing heavy, as was I. She held my hand and when she placed it on her breast, our breathing became much heavier. I was trying to get my hand on her bare breast but it was difficult to get the entire breast in my hand. She pulled my head down and whispered in my ear, "Reach behind me and loosen the top two hooks and it will loosen my top." "Your dress might fall off," I spoke, trying to whisper in her ear, however it sounded like everyone in the room could hear. "Just the top two, they hold the bodice," she said as she backed against the wall. I loosened the top two snaps, as she had said, and now I could get at her breasts easily. As a matter of fact I had the top pulled open and was sucking and nibbling on her breasts, when she started to moan. I stopped and placed my hand over her mouth to silence her. She became quiet and a few moments later she started pulling me along the wall. I felt the cool air and she pulled me into a door, closing it behind us. She reached a switch and a stairway leading down was lowly illuminated. I followed as she led me slowly down the steps. When we were at the bottom, she opened another door and we were in a room about twelve by twelve. There was a small table with two chairs, a small sofa, and a twin bed. There were shelves around the wall filled with canned foods, plastic containers of water, and many candles. One shelf contained a dozen blankets folded neatly. We were in a storm shelter, the room barely lit, apparently by flash light batteries. She walked to the blankets, took one off the shelf, and spread it over the bed. Standing beside the bed, she reached behind her back, and I saw her work the next three snaps loose. She held the dress with her arms and turned to face me, looking at me, she slowly let the dress fall and when it struck the floor she leaned to pick it up, keeping her back perfectly straight. Her eyes never left mine as she placed the dress on the table. She was now looking at me, dressed in a bra, panties, stockings and not panty hose, and three inch heels. Reaching behind, she loosed the bra and brought her hands to her breasts, covering them, and slowly lowered the garment, exposing her round breasts as she tossed it to the table holding her dress. She stood straight as she took the panties by the waist and began lowering them slowly, bending at the waist till her hands were touching the floor, her eyes remaining on mine. She stepped from the panties, one foot at a time and tossed them to the table. She stood straight once again, now in stockings and heels, and I hadn't moved a muscle since she started. She could see one of my muscles had moved however, it was pressing against the front of my trousers. Sitting on the bed, she lifted one foot, placing the shoe on the bed and removed it. Lowering the leg and raising the other, she removed the shoe and lowered her leg. Leaning back, bracing herself on her arms, she lifted her stocking leg and pointed it directly at me, toe pointed straight. She held it there and I stood waiting until she finally motioned her head to her leg. I finally got the hint and walked to her, taking the leg and sliding the stocking from her, rolling it to ensure I touched every part of the leg. Once removed, she offered the other leg, and I slowly rolled the stocking, however not before I passed my fingers through her waiting slit, with the two inch mustache above. Once the last stocking was removed, she turned on the bed and lay back, placing her legs flat on the bed and drawing her feet up until the bottoms of her feet were pressed against one another. This opened her pussy, a beautiful sight as I stood over her, admiring her body from toe to head. She was watching as I removed my clothing. I was slow and meticulous, however not as talented as she. Once undressed, I lay my body over hers, our lips meeting and we were kissing again. I began to realize she was waiting on me because she was remaining motionless. I slid down her body, letting my mouth and tongue, keep constant contact with her body until my mouth came to her junction. From that point I began working on emotions, hers, and mine. I kissed and nibbled her pussy, sliding my tongue around to make sure I touched her body at every point. My tongue made passes through her slit and after a half dozen passes of my tongue her hands came to my head and started directing where she wanted my tongue and lips placed. She came the second time and I raised my body until I was even with her breasts and I sucked her nipples, until they were hard and enlarged, and then I began nibbling around her areola, nipping lightly with my teeth and not missing the nipples. She finally pulled my up where our lips could meet once again. As we kissed, I worked the head of my prick to her slit and placed it barely inside her opening. She was moaning and twisting and I was about to the point of pushing into her in one plunge when she whispered to me, "You are my first but I am ready for you." I wasn't prepared for that and my erection dwindled to a semi hard state. I guess she was as surprised as I because she reached for my prick and began massaging it, while rubbing it across her slit. This was probably the best thing that happened because with her toying with my prick, there was a lot of pre cum and she was wetted pretty good when I plunged inside her, while she was unsuspecting. She was relaxed and I entered her quickly, causing only a sharp gasp to be emitted by her. I was inside her, remaining perfectly still, until she started moving to pull more of me inside. We began by moving slow and easy, gradually getting faster and me pressing deeper. I placed a finger on her clit and my prick was rubbing against it as I moved in and out of her. It was only a minute and she was beginning to make one hell of a noise. I released her clit and placed a hand over her mouth. I was covering her mouth and working at the speed she was. She came loudly, into my hand, and once she came the second time she just fell exhausted. She looked up at me, a big smile on her face and pulled me down to begin kissing once again. She released me and said, "I can't believe I came two times the first time I made love. All my friends told me they didn't get to come at all." I kissed her eyes, nose, lips, neck and finally each nipple. She felt my stiff prick pressing against her and asked, "Did you get to come?" "Yes." I said, "I came twice." It was a lie but she need not know, this time it was for her. Next time would be for me. I moved off her and she opened a box of wipes and cleaned the blood from her legs as well as my prick. The had been very little blood, thank goodness I thought as I checked the blanket for traces. She wanted to suck it however she was apprehensive and I said, "Next time." When she was looking, from it, to me, and back. She was smiling as she dressed, the reverse of the way she had undressed. After we were fully dressed, I followed her up the stairs, placing my hand on her ass as we reached the top, getting a playful slap in return. The lights were still out and most of the people were leaving. I found Nina and Lisa and they were ready to go. Once in the truck I had to explain why Gay was not making the trip. I saw a smile on Nina's face but Lisa looked a little sad. I started dropping people as I came to their houses, Nina's date, Mark, and finally Lisa. When I stopped at Lisa's she surprised me by giving me a tongue probing kiss, and remarked, "I had a great time. Thank you for a wonderful evening." Nina was silent until we drove into the yard and she said, "I had a great time. Thank you for a wonderful evening." She jumped out of the truck and ran for the house, leaving me to park the truck. I took a quick shower and slipped into bed. I was almost asleep when Nina slipped in beside me, placing her hand around my prick. I pushed her hand back and said it was tie to sleep. She raised up on her elbow and said, "Dan, remember the night you called late and asked me for a favor?" "Yes," I said. "Well, you said you owed me. I would like to collect now, if possible." She whispered the words. I turned over and put my arms around her, thinking we would talk. She slipped into my arms easily and then crawled over on me, forcing my half erect prick into her opening, and began letting the muscles in her pussy bring me to full erection. When I was erect she began fucking me. There was no tenderness, she was driving herself on my prick. She wanted to fuck. She would lower a breast to my mouth and I would suck the nipple, she would withdraw it before I could bite. She went from breast to breast and I knew she didn't want her nipples treated roughly. She came hard, actually whining as he bottomed out on my prick, time and time again. I knew when she went over the top however, her pussy clamped down on my prick, probably one of her better climaxes. It was good for me also because her cunt literally milked the cream from my prick. She rolled to my side and began breathing normal after a couple of minutes. She raised over me and began kissing me all over my face thanking me as she kissed. She lay beside me and was quiet for a while. "Thank you, Dan. All those boys at the party tonight and not but two who know how to treat a woman, that includes you and Mark. The rest were a bunch of idiots. Jenna's father was the worst. My tits have been pinched, mashed, crushed, and not one caress tonight. My date was as bad as the rest. My ass will probably be bruised tomorrow also. The boys may call it caressing an ass, but I call it torture. She was quiet again and then said, "I was worried about Gay, because Jenna's father had plenty of time to get her home and be back before we left, but he wasn't back when we left. Gay is OK though because I saw her sitting on her porch when we drove by. I guess she is gong to sleep outside because she was leaned over with her head in her lap when we passed." "You saw her outside when we passed, did you say?" I asked her quickly. "Yes, she was leaned over on her hands." Nina reported. I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, jumped out of bed and slipped on trousers and shoes. I grabbed a shirt before I rushed out the door. I rushed to the truck but the trousers I had picked up didn't have the truck keys, so I started through the woods. I would hop and skip, hop and skip. And finally reached the fence around her house. She was sitting on the steps and her face was buried in her hands. I called out, "Gay." She raised her head and looked at me a few moments, and started crying again. She was crying when I reached her, placing my arms around her shoulder. At least she had been inside because she was now wearing sweats, and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. I didn't want her crying to waken the family, because it was just getting daylight and I didn't want a confrontation with Frank this early. I walked her to the fence and we crawled over. We had no where or direction in mind, however we ended up at the pond. She had stopped crying and was only sniffling once in a while. ------- Chapter 7 We were sitting in our usual spot, an elevated area of about twelve to fifteen feet, above the sloping area leading to the pond. Its amazing how that small amount of elevation will give you so much more viewing area, but the illusion was because of the slight slope. She actually chose it because she had a clearer view of her house, and we could also see part of the barn and Nathan's house. I guess the real reason I enjoyed it, was really something different. I was twelve feet tall here. I was bigger. I was more powerful. I had more control. That was before. This was right now. I felt small. I was sitting here watching, in my opinion, the greatest person in the world. She looked so tiny, so frail, that was as she was sobbing. I wanted to comfort her. I should comfort her. I wanted to be the one she looked up to, the only one. As I watched her sob, intermittently, I was desperate. I was desperate, in that I wanted to make her crying go away. I wanted her to know I made her crying disappear. I wanted to be her hero. Looking at her crying was beginning to make me feel so small. I wanted last evening to be the most eventful day in her life, my life. As it turned out, she was sitting here now because of me. I mess up and I mess up good, I was thinking. All my planning and work had been for naught. Rita and Nina had spent hours each night, for two weeks, teaching me to dance. The teachers were excellent, however a teacher is only as good as her student, and they had a bad one. Rita taught me proper etiquette while eating, taught me how to open a door for a lady, and that didn't mean to open the door and walk through it and hope she was close enough behind she didn't get slammed by the door, Nina had interjected. Rita taught me I could eat finger foods; hors d'oeuvres, etc, and drink while standing. That seemed so unimportant, as I sat here looking at Gay in her current condition. I moved closer and draped an arm over her shoulder. A good sign, she didn't shove me away as she had the last three or four times I tried. She looked up at me, her eyes puffy and her cheeks wet from the tears. I didn't have a handkerchief, as Rita said I needed to carry, to wipe the tears from her face. I tried using my shirt but it didn't work with short sleeves. Gay solved the problem however; she used her long sleeves. I looked at her and I wanted to say something, but, where would I start? I certainly didn't want to say anything that would get her started crying again. I just looked at her. I guess she saw the pain in my face because she was the one to break the silence. She was sucking her lips, in a manner as to moisten them. "Dan, I'm sorry," she said and the tears began forming in her eyes. "It was my fault last night and I am so sorry." The tears were now rolling down her face and striking her hands, that were folded in her lap. "It was my--," was all I could get out before her finger pressed against my lips, silencing me. Her tears were on her finger and they tasted sweet. "Just be quiet and listen to me. I have to tell you this, but, you need to hear it all, and don't get upset before I finish. Do you promise?" She was asking while her finger was still touching my chin, the tears were formed in her eyes and I know her vision was blurred. "I don't know, I haven't heard it yet," I said as I didn't want to promise on something I knew nothing about. The tears were rolling off her face freely and she was making an almost impossible effort not to start crying again. "Dan, it's my fault, I caused it, but you have got to let me tell you. Please Dan? I know you will get mad, but you have to hear me, please." She was asking. I wanted to hold her, to stop her from talking, but she pushed me back. "Please," Gay asked again, as she started sobbing, her breathing in gasps, in an effort to stop. She was getting to me because I could feel a tear forming in my eye and my vision was blurry, her face becoming distorted. "OK," I said. My voice was squeaky and its pitch was high. It took her over an hour to tell me the story that follows. She had to stop numerous times, she was sobbing so hard. Other times I would get mad and stand, which stopped her from continuing until I sat back down, and one time I had to stop her so I could take a piss. The sun was up when she finally finished the story. ------- Once we got to the party, we were eating snacks, drinking sodas, and walking around chatting with the others. I was having a great time, and I really did not want to go, I wanted to be alone with you. I think we both went along with the others, mainly because of Lisa. We all know she is not among the 'elite' of the cheerleaders; she got the position because she is so good, not popular like the others. We were there about fifteen minutes and Jenna Covington's father started talking to you and kept you for over half an hour. I didn't like it but I didn't interrupt your conversation, instead I walked around, alone, until I came to the pool table. You don't remember it, lightning struck it and it burned before you came here, but that burned building across the street from my house once housed a pool table. Dad bought it when I was about eight and we played pool almost every day, especially in the winter. It was cold in there because there was no heat but it was the only game we had. I was the best pool player in our house; I even beat Joe and dad. Anyway, I started playing pool and after a couple of games I lost. I was in the bathroom and Jenna and two more girls asked to come in. Jenna said we could make the game more exciting if we showed the boys more skin, breasts she was talking about. She said she got the idea watching me because if I leaned over really far, the boys could see my breasts. I was reluctant, but they started on me. Their remarks were sharp. I should act more as an adult, not be childish, and half a dozen more. You don't know it Dan, but girls can be awful cruel to one another. Anyway I agreed. I was beginning to play really good when I played you. I did my best to give you a good look at my breasts every shot, but you didn't seem to want to look. You were really the only one I wanted to see my breasts. You did look at Shauna, the game she and I played after you lost. Your eyes never left her chest. You seemed disappointed when Shauna lost. A boy played next and you went off with Jenna's mom. You even danced with her, and you never asked me to dance when we had the chance. I was mad at you and when Jenna's dad came over and played a game against me, the girls got me in a corner and dared me to really give him a good show. I did; I gave him the best show of the night. I learned, by watching Jenna, if I leaned and shook my chest, my breast would almost fall out. Dan, I shook extra hard when I leaned over for a shot, he was looking, and I purposely let my breast come out of my dress. Dan, he was quick to say he would put it back in place, and everyone shouted "Yes, let him." I remained still and he walked around the table and lifted it and put it back in place. He didn't put it back immediately; he squeezed it, pulled the nipple, and brushed imaginary dirt from it, getting a cheer from the boys. He got the biggest cheer when he saw a spot on it and tried to lick it off. He was licking my nipple. I quit playing pool after that and began looking for you. No one had seen you, or so they said, and when I finally found you, you were kissing Jenna, AND playing with her breasts. You were playing with her breasts and I couldn't get you to look at mine earlier. I was hurt, really hurt. I was also upset. I looked over and you were drinking a beer. I wanted to come over and talk, but the look you gave me, stopped me. I was really upset but I settled down after a couple of minutes and then you were gone. I saw Jenna's mother, a while later, and asked her if she had seen you. She looked down her nose at me and asked, "Are you the girl he is pissed off at?" I was hurt, the way she sounded, and the look I got from her was just too much. I ran to the bathroom, and cried. Someone told Jenna's father I was crying in the bathroom and he came in; he unlocked the door, and came in. He talked to me and said it was best if he took me home. I couldn't find you or Mark and I let him bring me home. We were in his car and he said he had to get out of the party anyway. He had to go to his office for some papers and we stopped at the tractor place. He told me it was not safe to stay in the car and I should come in while the got the papers he needed. When we got inside his office he grabbed me and started kissing me. I was trying to get loose from him and he threw me on the sofa in his office. He was grabbing my breasts and trying to get my panties off. He got my panties off and laid on me, with all his weight, and took his prick out. He was trying to stick it in but it wouldn't get hard so he wanted me to suck it to make it hard. He kept pushing it against my lips but I wouldn't open my mouth. I grabbed it to push it away and his stuff shot all over my face. I was screaming and fighting and we knocked a big lamp over, the bulb made a loud pop when it broke, but it also made a big flash of light. He was sitting on me when the building got bright. There was a police car outside shining all the lights in and they told us on the loud speaker in the car to, "Come to the front of the building with your hands in the air." There were six policemen when we went outside. They made me stand against the wall and then put handcuffs on me and sat me in a car. He was talking to the policemen and finally they came over and told me I wasn't going to be arrested for prostitution because Jenna's father, Don Covington, refused to file a complaint. They asked him if he gave me any money yet and he said he hadn't. He said I told him he could name the price, determining what I was worth afterwards. They all laughed with him and they were joking and said I must be pretty bad because I missed my mouth. They were pointing to his stuff still on my face. When they left he brought me home, and on the way he told me I had better forget everything that happened tonight, otherwise he would be forced to file the charge for prostitution. The police had written my name down in a notebook, they also called on the radio and checked my name. I felt responsible for the assault she had to go through. Had I not been with Jenna none of this would have happened. I couldn't tell her this but I would know inside I was the one that was totally responsible. I didn't know words to console and I was silent. I was just holding her close. She pushed away, where she could look in my face, and said, "I'm sorry. I wish we hadn't gone to the party." "You have nothing to be sorry about. I am the one that should be telling you I'm sorry. I was responsible." "Responsible for what?" The voice of Donna, Gay's mother, surprised us, causing each of us to turn a little pale. I was speechless for a moment and before I could speak Gay tried to neutralize the situation by saying, "We were just talking about the dance last night." "Does that have anything to do with you coming in and showering for twenty minutes, wearing a torn dress?" Donna was looking at us, one to the other, and the look on her face told me she was serious. Tears were formed in Gay's eyes as she retold the story to her mother, leaving out the part where Don Covington, Jenna's father, had tried to get Gay to suck his limp prick, or the fact he came in her face. Donna's eyes were full of tears as she listened to her daughter and when the story was finished her arms were wrapped around Gay firmly. "I don't know what to tell you, baby. Don has so much power, in town, it would be your word against his if we went to the police. YOU CAN'T TELL YOUR FATHER ABOUT THIS." She was upset as she almost shouted the last part. "He would go crazy, he would try to kill Don." She sounded truly concerned about Frank's reaction to the attempted assault. Mother and daughter were talking between themselves and ignored my presence. She was leading Gay towards the house and Gay pulled from her, running back to me, "I love you," she said meekly, kissed me lightly and ran back to her mother. I watched until they climbed over the fence. Donna made it look easy, even though she was showing pretty good, at her sixth month. I walked back to the house and noticed it was almost nine as I walked up the steps to my bedroom. I heard Rita and Ida in the kitchen but I didn't feel like talking at the moment. I removed my shoes and socks and lay on the bed. Nina rolled over, her arm draping over me, and I was out. I was awakened at one by one-hundred and five pounds sitting on my stomach. "Mom needs to talk to you," she said as she pulled her halter top down as she shook her breasts, allowing one to fall out. "Would you like to brush the dirt off, and, oh yeah, I have a spot here, you might want to lick it off," she said as she pressed against the nipple. It took a moment and I realized, she had seen Gay the evening, rather earlier that morning, when she exposed herself to Don Covington. I pushed her off me, rather roughly, and said, "I need to speak to you later." I had to stop this before she let Rita and Ida know what happened at the party. I showered and went downstairs. Rita was dressed for town and Ida and Nina were preparing me something to eat. Nina may be a pest at times but she was also a real great friend. As Ida sat a cup of coffee in front of me, Rita said, "I am going out of town until Tuesday evening. Your lawyer called and he will be here next Friday to see you and Frank and Joe who just left. They want to talk to me when I get back. They said they needed to talk about something important. Do you know what it is?" "Where are you going till Tuesday?," I asked, sipping from the hot coffee cup. "Mr. Knight, -- Walter, to you, -- is taking me with him to look at some property. They are building another store," she said sharply, and then stuck her tongue out at me. "You mean the bag boy?" I asked, "That young guy?" "He just looks young, he is months older than me," she replied, the tongue coming out again, "And he is not a bag boy, his father owns the beer barn, and six more like it. He is going to look at property for another one." She tilted her head and was looking coyly at me. I drank some more from the cup and smiled at her. She was feeling good today because she only stuck her tongue out at me on her really good days. "You liked him, didn't you? I know you only met him for a while, but don't you think he's nice?" She was looking for my approval. I think it would have spoiled her day if I had said I didn't like him and I didn't want to spoil her day. "Yes, I thought he was pretty nice, and he even opened the door for you." "He is a gentleman, and treats me like a lady," she said, a big smile on her face. "I think he is trying to fatten her up., He sent her a big box of chocolates," Ida piped in, and started laughing. Nathan walked in and asked, "Who are we fattening up now?" Ida was laughing as she said, "Rita. Her boy friend thinks she's skinny." Rita jumped up from the table, and said, "You people!" and rushed from the room. I sat for a minute staring at my cup, before I got up and followed her. She was trying to be serious, and they were clowning with her. She took it badly so I guessed she was pretty serious about Walter. I did like him; I enjoyed the few minutes we were together. He sounded smarter than many she had dated before. She was standing before the window, and I could see her shadow through the material of the dress; she wasn't heavy. I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, kissing her behind the ear lightly. "We were just playing with you. I do like him, and," I grabbed her waist with my hands, "you are by no means fat, nor do you need fattening. You are perfect." I kissed her behind the ear again. She turned, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing lightly, said, "Thanks. It means a lot to me that you like him. He spoke very highly of you the other night. Perhaps if the two of you get together you would get to really like each other." She was looking at me with those eyes that would melt your heart. Rita was right. Walter was pretty nice. He was late picking her up and after he did arrive he and I had talked for an hour, Rita finally dragging him off. I found him pretty knowledgeable about his father's business. When he opened Rita's door for her, I stuck my tongue out at her when his back was turned. She responded with a quick flick of hers, a smile coming on her face. I was sitting on the porch swing after Ida and Nathan had retired, shortly after eight, and Nina came out with can of beer. "Would you like a beer?" she asked as she popped the top. She took a drink from the can and said, "I'm glad you wanted one because I wanted a drink of it." I took the can when she held it to me. "I don't think I said I wanted one." "Yes, but I wanted a taste and I knew you would drink the rest." She sounded sure of herself. She crossed in front of me and sat heavily in the seat, looking up at me and smiling. I wanted to make a smart remark however I decided it best to let it ride. She turned in the seat and lay back with her head in my lap, the devious smile still on her face. She surprised me by taking my hand and kissing my finger tips. She was as close as I could get to a sister; I was thinking, devilish thoughts one minute and loving ones the next. We were silent for a long while, long enough for us to finish the beer, because she raised her head up a couple of times, taking a drink from the can. "Do you want to talk?," she asked, looking at me, causing her head to move in my lap. She was causing my prick to grow but not to the point of giving me a full erection. "Brother and sister?" I asked, knowing it was to remain between us. "Yes, I would like that but... , " I wanted to clear my mind although I didn't want her involved, but, on the other hand, I needed to talk to someone. I wanted someone to tell me what I needed to do to help Gay. She waited for me to speak but I never did. Instead, I began thinking about her: younger than me by two years, but she was much more knowledgeable about life. She was strong willed, self assured, and tuned in to life itself. I suddenly felt like a child sitting over her, looking down at her in the shadows, yet she appeared so frail. "Dan," she said speaking softly, "have you noticed Uncle Nathan is getting worse every day? He sleeps much more now than he did six months ago, and he is beginning to act silly, playing little tricks on Mom and Aunt Ida. I heard Mom telling Ida they need to take him to another doctor. She thinks the medicine is just a tranquilizer, and not something to help his condition." I had noticed a little difference in him but only that he slept much more than before. I said, "Maybe another doctor is what he needs. Who is going to convince him to see another? He has had the same doctor for thirty years." "I don't know how, but I think you should talk to Mom and Ida about it." She was sincere; her tone had changed. When she sat up, stating she was going to bed, I followed. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek before she climbed the stairs to her room. I nodded at her last comment, "When you want to talk, I am ready to listen." Sunday, I woke early and went to the barn to help Ben. Ben and I talked quite often but we never got into deep conversations. I thought he was a little slow but no one ever mentioned it, and I wasn't about to do so. He was happy about the bull and I wondered whose bright idea that was? Another damn cow to feed. I went over to see Gay Sunday, but her mom had taken the girls out for the day. Frank said it was a ladies day, and he seemed pretty happy about it, with a loud football game on TV and a beer in his hand. Monday and Tuesday were as bad as the weekend with one difference: I was fed up and pissed. I left school at my regular time Tuesday but instead of going home, I went to town. I went into the police station and asked about the ruckus at Covington's Implements on Friday night. A young officer jumped up and said he was there. He didn't even give me the opportunity to ask a question before he said they had to set a hooker straight. He was laughing; he said, ole man Covington probably got him a free piece because they sent the girl on her way, and he hadn't paid her. Two other officers started laughing with him and a police sergeant took my arm and walked me out of the station. I wanted to raise hell; Gay had been intimidated and I hadn't mentioned her name. He walked me to my truck and asked for my license. I had my wallet and license out, proving who I was and showing proof of insurance. He handed me my license back and told me to meet him at the soda shop in fifteen minutes. I thought I would really catch it now, for taking the cops to the local hangout. My name would really be mud. I didn't want to be sitting in the truck when he drove up so I took my burger and drink and sat on one of the roughly made picnic tables. They were pretty rough on the ass but I was outside. I waited half an hour and the police car pulled right up beside me. He just nodded to the seat beside him. I tossed the paper and walked around and sat in the car, expecting to get harassed. The police sergeant spoke as soon as I sat down. "I don't know you, son, and I thought I knew every kid in the county. I checked on you and you have Nathan's address. Are you a relative?" "Yes, sir, I'm his nephew," I said, wondering how he knew Nathan. "Do you know Rita and Nina?" he asked as he was making notes in his pad. "Yes, sir. They are my aunt and cousin,." I said, trying to look over and see what he was writing. "Were you at the party Friday night at Donald Covington's?" He was getting on serious ground and I was wondering where he was leading me. "Tell me about the party, from the time you got there until you left." I saw he was no longer writing but he was now looking directly into my eyes. I told him, as he asked, they way things happened at the party. He knew something because I left out a few things, on purpose, and he was smiling and nodding when I finished. I didn't tell him about the gazebo or the trip to the storm shelter. I didn't mention that Shauna, Carl, and Marg were in the back yard when I left either. "Thank you," he said, putting the pad back in his pocket. "Your story goes along with the other three I have heard. I know just about where everyone was by putting the stories together. I appreciate your honesty." "Why are you asking?" I asked him. "Just following up on a complaint. Incidentally, Shauna, my daughter was there too. She gave me a pretty good idea of what happened, as much as she wanted me to know. She said you were a nice boy, but I didn't know who she was talking about until you were half way through your version." He was smiling and then started chuckling. "Something wrong, sir?" I didn't like his laughing, it worried me. "No, there is nothing wrong, son, I was just thinking how you left so much out, as my daughter did, and I was thinking I would leave a lot out if I was eighteen again and had been there." He was sounding human, not like a cop. He became serious, the police authority coming out strong "Son, I wouldn't go back and be asking more questions about the party. Donald Covington has a lot of pull in this town. The girl he was with Friday night is exact in her story, and I assume she told you because you are asking the questions. But the current situation, as it is now, would only cause her great embarrassment, it this were to become public. The statement made to your friend, about being charged with prostitution, was just some talk to scare her. The officers involved are friends of Covington; it was made to diffuse the situation at the time. I can promise you, in due time, things will be made right." He was holding his hand out for me to shake when he finished. I took the hand and shook it, "Thank you." I felt better as I got closer to home. I was disappointed Nina wasn't home when I walked in but it wasn't time for her yet. I did get to talk to Ida, though. Nathan had refused other doctors and she said she and Rita would talk about it and try to convince him to ask for a second opinion. I met Nina as soon as she got off the bus. I drove up to Nathan's spot and stopped the truck. I started talking as soon as the truck stopped moving. I told her about talking to the police and also the attempted assault on Gay. Nina sat silent and listened until I finished. I finished with, "Brother-sister, OK?" Nina nodded and said, "I have to tell you something. The police sergeant came to the school this afternoon and talked to Jenna and me. I told my story first and then Jenna told of her evening." "Well?" I asked. She had stopped talking and looked in deep thought. Nina had tears in her eyes as she spoke, "Jenna told the whole story, even told about you taking her into the storm shelter." "She didn't? Everything?" I felt low as she began nodding and looked up at me, her eyes teary. "Yes, everything," Nina said, rubbing the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. "I didn't, I'm..." I was, at that moment, at a loss for words. Actually, I was shocked. I couldn't believe Jenna had told someone we made love. The topic of talking about our escapades came up months before and I told Nina I wouldn't ask and neither should she. She had been on many dates, looking ragged when returning home many nights, but I never asked. Now, someone had told. I felt betrayed. "Dan, Mr. Covington tried to rape Shauna the other morning. She told Gay and me yesterday in school. Gay told us about him trying to rape her earlier and how the police had labeled her as a prostitute." Nina was speaking in a clearer and more determined voice as she told me this. Most of the tears were now wiped from her face but her eyes were red. "Shauna told us everyone had left when she came from behind the pool. She said Carl and Marg were making love and she returned to the house. Mr. Covington came in and began kissing her, feeling her up, and finally threw her on the sofa. She said he had ripped her panties off and was between her legs when Carl and Mrs. Covington came in. Carl pulled him off her and hit him with his big fist, the blow hit him in his neck and Mr. Covington was having trouble breathing when Carl pulled her from the sofa and they ran from the house." Nina was speaking much clearer, and her tears had stopped. "Did Shauna do anything?" I asked. "Shauna told her dad about it Sunday. That's how the police know what happened." Nina was nodding as she looked at me. "Jenna told Shauna's father that they should do anything to get your business. Mr. Covington pulled them aside, after he learned who you were, and told them to f... , f... , fuck your brains out, if necessary." She was having trouble repeating the words, and the tears were coming back into her eyes. We were silent for a few minutes, not speaking but just looking at one another. I was thinking about the statement the sergeant made to me, "I can promise you, in due time, things will be made right." How long was due time? I wondered. I wasn't expecting it when Nina slid over to me, pulled my head to hers, and placed her lips on mine. She started slow and became more passionate; her tongue began searching my mouth. I put my arms around her and began returning the kiss. Our kiss became more passionate, my breathing had quickened, as well as hers. Our tongues were in a battle as we tried to devour one another. My hand slipped under her blouse and made contact with her bra, only to be stopped by her hand. "No, please! Just kiss me like we were on our first real date." Nina was looking at me and pleading. I was looking at her in the eyes when I pushed the button to lower and retract the seat, followed by lifting the steering wheel. We had much more room now and our lips met again. We were kissing, tongues searching, and both of us were breathing raggedly. The tears running down her face, wetting our lips, tasted so sweet. They were refreshing and seemed to make us more passionate. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed. The kisses stopped and she buried her face in my chest, our arms remaining locked around one another. She started crying softly. She cried for many minutes, my shirt becoming wet. She began speaking in a very low voice, "I don't mind standing second in line, behind Gay, but it hurt, it hurt real bad, when I heard Jenna telling the sergeant you and she made love. I love you, Dan." She began crying harder and I remembered the tissues she placed under her seat weeks before. I reached for them, crushing her body against the seat as I leaned over her, and handed them to her. Nina continued, "I have been on dates, but you are the only man I have slept with since our first time. I knew you wouldn't ask, so I am telling you. I wouldn't ask you either, but, it hurt so much when Jenna told of her making love with you. I felt like I wanted to die right then." I took a couple of the tissues and wiped her eyes. She was sobbing and they were wet again immediately. She was crying, almost uncontrollably, speaking in short groups of words, "I know I'm... , not good enough... , for you. Jenna was pure, and I was,... a tramp... , before I met... , you. I slept with anyone, and everyone. But, I met you, and you changed my life... , You treated me like... , you treated everyone, else. You respected... , you respected me, knowing I was wild, before I met you. I pulled her close and placed my finger over her mouth, to stop her words. I didn't want to hear her words, mainly because they were nonsense. She was my cousin and I never expected, even thought about, her having a stronger feeling for me than being a cousin. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose, then looked at me, "I just want you to love me. Just as long as you keep some of your love for me I will be happy. I know I can't compete with Gay and Jenna, but I will be happy to let you love me, when they turn you down. You can have me anytime, any way you want me. I promise, I won't turn you down. I promise to keep myself just for you." She raised her face, our lips meeting once again. Taking my hand, she slipped it under her shirt and placed it on her breast. She let my hand stay on her breast, and fumbled with her bra between the two soft mounds. She loosened it and it was just hanging on her soft bosom. Finding my hand, she placed it on her bare flesh, as her tongue began exploring my mouth. Half an hour later we were in the front seat, naked. She was lying on top of me, between my legs, her breasts laying spread across my chest, forming a blanket over my tits. I was caressing her back, with one hand, the other playing with strands of her hair. We were relaxing after having made love on the seat where we now lay. We were late for supper, having stayed on the hill talking about the party, the police interviews, and the attempted assaults on our friends. We ate the leftovers and cleaned the kitchen, working together. Rita left a note informing us she was at Frank and Donna's. After the kitchen was cleaned, I showered, did a little homework, and went to bed. The following day, Mark, and I worked on school assignments. It seemed as though our school work assignments were doubling and we spent hours on them, some still remaining half complete. I hadn't seen, or talked to Susan in a couple of weeks so after supper, Nina and me drove over and saw her. She was big, and looked as pretty as ever. She did look uncomfortable but she was in high spirits with, only two weeks remaining. She got me alone and asked me to come back on the weekend, alone. Her eyes told me it would be worth my while. Friday afternoon, when I came in from school, the lawyer was sitting at the table with Rita and Ida. He shook my hand and the women left. He had a sad look on his face as he passed a paper across the table to me. I looked at it, then read it. He was watching me and when I finished reading, he passed a pen to me and said, "If you'll sign on the line above your name that should do it." I looked at him and said, "This tells me you are terminating our contract, our relationship." He nodded, and said, "You pay me for a service, a service in which you fail to act on and have totally ignored my recommendations. The farm is going down and I refuse to be associated with it. I have been Nathan's friend for twenty-five years and I see his work done for naught. Please sign, and at the end of thirty days I am not responsible, to or for, any actions pertaining to this farm. Sign please." I signed the paper, he placed it in his briefcase, and walked out. Not a word of goodbye. ------- Chapter 8 The lawyer left half an hour before, but I was still sitting at the table. I guess I was really in shock; I felt numb. I only believed I had problems earlier in the week, but now I was faced with something entirely different. My future, and the future of many others had been dropped on me. I heard the lawyer speak many times, in the past, and I just now realized I had not been listening. Oh, I had listened, but none of what had been said to me actually sunk in. The two words spoken did sink in. "Sign here." Boy, did they sink in. My mouth was dry, as were my lips, but my hands were soaked with perspiration. I walked to the refrigerator and took a can of beer and almost popped the top. I looked at the can and replaced it, taking a can of soda instead. I opened it and took a long drink, belched, and finished the can with another long pull. I tossed the can in the trash and sat at the table once again. My head was spinning out all sorts of weird ideas, but none that made any sense. Rita was standing beside me and I hadn't heard her walk into the room. She looked at me, her face was long, and I could see the hurt in it. "I'm sorry," was all she said. "I guess I had better call Fran," I said, not really to her but just speaking out loud. She nodded and said, "I think you should. She needs to know." The drive into town was a long one because I was dreading the talk Fran was going to give me. Talk hell, she was going to start lecturing me again. Our last five or six contacts were not the best either, she had been pissed at each. She had even been shouting the last time we spoke. I was hoping she had cooled down some. As soon as she opened the door, I knew my hopes were for naught. She looked at me and turned away, walking into her small study area. "You had better get him on the phone and make an appointment to see him. You have to convince him to keep the contract. He has been Nathan's lawyer for so long and it would take months for another lawyer to review these files. Are you aware that during that period of time you could lose thousands? You are almost to the point you will lose thousands this year, to Uncle Sam. Do you realize that?" She was speaking, not to me but to the papers that lay on her desk. "What would I say to him? What do you think he will ask?" I was asking her, only receiving a blank look in return. "Christ Dan, you have not listened to him when he told you what you should do. You have paid no attention to me. I should be joining him; giving my thirty day notice to you." Her tone had changed from being harsh and sharp, to one being mellow, soft, pleading, almost sympathetic, with a baby-like plea. There was a long pause and she said, "One-half of my grade is on the professor's desk. The second half is a two page summary I turn in the last day of March. I stand a chance of failing, which would almost be a certainty, if you are not maintaining the glide path I mapped in the first part of my paper. I wrote it in a way my grade will coincide with our, yours and mine, performance on that date." Three hours later, on my way back to the farm, I realized I was hungry and had skipped lunch, the bacon, and biscuit for breakfast was my only food for the day. Food had not been on my mind. I thought of something else, the perfume Fran was wearing, was lingering in my subconscious. She had also been wearing the pink dress, my favorite, because it barely covered the essentials, and was low cut, almost exposing her twin mounds. The three times she had worn it previously was enough to maintain my erection until I was on this road, and each time I had stopped and relieved myself, with a hand job. It had taken Fran and I six phone calls to Maxwell Gibbons', the lawyer, to agree to meet with Fran and I the following day. His secretary told us the first call he was not going to be in his office, but on the golf course. Fran was almost frantic, making the sixth call and finally securing an appointment between three and four, depending on the length of his two o'clock appointment. She was as relieved as I, hearing he would at least meet with us. I saw Walter's truck as I pulled into the drive and as I got closer I saw him sitting in the swing. I sat in the truck a few minutes, actually composing myself, and preparing for the barrage of questions I was about to receive. I walked into the kitchen and Rita rushed to me, two cans of beer in her hands, and said, "I'm glad you're here. Would you sit with Walter while we finish preparing supper?" She was smiling and kissed me on the cheek as I took the cans from her. "Thank you," whispering the words to me. I stopped and looked back at her before I stepped on the porch. She looked radiant. She had been dressed the same way many times, but somehow tonight she looked much different, there appeared to be a glow about her. I enjoyed talking to Walter, he was easy to talk to and enjoyed a good laugh, even when Ida and Rita made him the brunt of a joke during the meal. Rita and I exchanged tongues half a dozen times during the evening, her last was when he opened her door and she stuck her tongue out at me, just before she seated herself, as he held the door for her. I was happy for her, she and Walter were a good match. Nathan and Ida had retired at their normal time and Nina had followed shortly thereafter. I sat alone in the swing, consuming two beers, before I locked up and went to my room. Much later, I heard someone knocking on the door. I went downstairs, shirtless and in my jeans. I wasn't expecting Rita to return, and I had locked her out. I opened the door and she and Walter were kissing in the swing. She pulled from him, and said to me, "I'm sorry, I didn't take my key." "I wasn't asleep, I just went upstairs," I said. "I didn't expect you back tonight. I guess I should have asked or reminded you about your key." "Dan, can we talk a while?" she was pointing to a chair as she spoke. I wasn't wearing a shirt but the night was pleasant as sat facing them. I started to say something but saw the movement at the door. Nina was leaning against the door frame, looking around to see who was in the swing with her mother. Rita spoke to her, "You can come out, honey, its Walter and I." Nina came out, a thin gown covering her thinner night wear. She was looking for a seat and motioned for me to move over and share my chair with her. It was a good choice because we four would be facing one another. Rita spoke, looking at Walter and then me, "I called Fran, shortly after you left her house this evening, and she told me what you and she would be doing tomorrow. You will have to forgive me, but I told Walter the situation, and he has agreed to help." She was looking at him and he was nodding. "That is, if you want him to help. You will have to pardon me for something else, I told Walter the concerns Frank and Joe have also. As you already know, they came and spoke to me Wednesday, when we returned from Walter's trip." She was smiling when she looked at him, and a big smile was on his face also. The trip must have been good for both. Walter spoke up, "Dan, I think I know much of the problems, or concerns, Maxwell Gibbons has, and I can help you with many of them. Of course the final decision would be yours but that will have to be after your meeting with him. I think I know much of what he will say but I don't want to second guess him so I will hold my comments till later. I just want you to know that I will help in anyway I can. Rita asked if I could help and I have agreed, but it's your decision." He was looking at Rita and she was nodding, looking at Nina and me. "I've got to tell you however," he was now looking into the darkness before he turned back to me, "Friendship and business are two different things. We can sit on your porch and drink beer and wine, and have a good time, but when we pass those steps, its will be business. I have been here a few times, and I must be honest, I have made some conclusions. I won't speak about them now, like I said, you need your meeting with Gibbons first. If you decide you want my help, I am willing; but, I want you to understand something up front, I don't play when business is involved. Something else, you had better pack a big lunch, because," he paused and looked at Nina and Rita before looking back at me, "I'm going to eat you ass out every time I see you do something I think is stupid, idiotic, or crazy. That's nothing to what I will do if you don't do something you should have done, if you knew it needed to be done. That goes into hiring, firing, buying and selling, and a thousand other things. That's me. Take it, or leave it. It's your call." He was looking from me to Nina and Rita, and I knew he had finished when the straight face changed to a smile and his arm slipped around Rita's waist. She was smiling as she looked up at him. I looked at Nina and her mouth was open. I put my fingers under her chin and closed her mouth, drawing a questioning look. I looked at Rita and said, "I guess you better start packing me larger lunches." Nina was half sitting on me and I nudged her, wanting her to stand. We were standing when Walter stood, holding his hand to me. I shook it and he said, "We'll make it." Rita stood and placed her arms around us, kissing me lightly on the cheek, while Walter got his on the lips, also lightly. I said to them, "Goodnight," and walked to the door. Nina was behind me, "Goodnight, Mom, Walter." She took my hand as we walked up the stairway to our rooms. I was lying on my back, watching the shadows moving, when I saw my door open. Nina came to my bed, moved silently and quickly under the sheet, moving close to me. She stretched her head up, placing her lips on mine, and kissed me softly. She then settled comfortably, her breasts pressed against my bare chest, a leg thrown over mine, and lay silent. She was sleeping soundly in five minutes, at peace with everything. I lay motionless for an hour, recalling the day and wondering about tomorrow. I was confused. I was lacking in so many ways. I only knew one thing for certain at the moment, that being, Nina felt so soft, comfortable, and warm, lying in my arms. Fran was silent, as we were making the three hour trip. Construction was slowing us but the trip would be less than two hours after the road construction was completed. I had to think about that to keep my sanity. I don't know if it was good or bad, but our trip was not mentioned by Ida or Rita earlier and Nina had made one comment, in support of our mission. It was after four when Maxwell Gibbons' door opened and he came out with a couple, both smiling and seeming very cheerful. They shook his hand and the woman hugged him, before he introduced us to the couple. Their arms were entwined around one another as they cheerfully left his office. Fran and I were seated across from his desk as he looked at papers on his desk. My mind was on the happy couple, who had most likely been seated in these chairs just prior to Fran and I. They had left happy and I wanted, I felt, that we would leave in just the same manner. That was until Mr. Gibbons started speaking, my mind kind of started skipping at his voice. He looked up from his desk and asked, "How much did you get for your corn this year?" He was looking straight at me. My tone was a high pitch when I spoke, "I don't know." I looked at Fran and she glanced at the ledger in her lap. His next question was directed at her. "Tell him how much he got for his corn, please." Fran looked at her ledger and said, "$2.54 a bushel and the yield was 128 bushels per acre." She looked back at him. "How many acres did you harvest?" He looked to me again. I sat motionless and he finally he looked at Fran and made a hand motion. "They harvested 140 acres," she said looking back at him. The motion of his hand indicated he wanted more. "We banked $45,516." She said, referring to her ledger. "When was the last piece of equipment bought and when will you need to buy more?" He was looking at me and I saw a disgusted look on his face. I remained silent. I didn't know the answer. I wasn't expecting this line of questions. When I heard Frank and Joe mention this to Nathan I didn't pay any attention. I do remember that Frank said I needed to know however it didn't seem important enough. I didn't know the answers to any of his questions. I didn't know the last time cotton was a dollar a pound, I didn't know the farm we rented had one price and the pasture land another. I had no knowledge of net farm income or net cash income. I heard Fran and Frank, and even Joe, talk about replacement, they hadn't called it capital replacement however. I couldn't even tell him why he saw our farm as being solvent, up until I was heading it. He did smile at one answer, which Fran gave, naturally. He didn't even ask me, rather he directed his question to her, "What was the outlay this year?" She was smiling when she answered, "Forty-two and a half per cent." He was nodding and smiling, "That's typical for Nathan and Frank, everyone else seems to be averaging closer to fifty per cent. I guess that is the reason Nathan has been successful. I like that." We had been in his office for over two hours, I noticed, glancing at the clock. The last hour had been he and Fran talking, leaving me completely out of the conversation. He even moved from behind his desk and was sitting in the chair beside Fran. I picked up on part of the conversation, that being, she wanting to get her law degree. The telephone turned out to be a savior. It buzzed and he looked at his clock, and said, "That's my wife reminding me I promised her dinner. Would you two like to join us?" Fran and I looked at one another, each nodding, and he answered the phone. He spoke a few moments and hung the receiver on the cradle. Standing, he said, "We can continue this over dinner," and looking down at her ledger, said, "You won't need that." We followed him and I was surprised to find him pulling into an old building, the parking lot recently paved, but very small. The restaurant was in need of paint on the outside, but very clean inside. There were families dining, and many small children were running around the tables. The patrons seemed to ignore the children playing. It was definitely a family restaurant. We were greeted by an attractive woman, about the same age as Maxwell Gibbons. He spoke to the young girl standing beside the hostess, who was about my age, "Marie, when you become of age I am going to marry you." She had to stand on her toes but she kissed him on the cheek, and led us to a table in the corner. Maxwell Gibbons began to speak, in a louder than normal voice, needing to speak over a screaming child, "I brought you here for a couple of reasons. The first being it's late and you have a long ride. The second, I want you to watch the work around the register. This is a business, and the people in here are here voluntarily, they could have dined in a dozen other restaurants nearby. You are watching friendship, loyalty, and business work hand in hand. If you watch the register, you will notice that every customer, leaving here pays at the register. They are paying for a service, their meal. Some will disagree with the price, and try to negotiate with Marie. Marie knows she can do just so much and her grandmother, the authority, may step in or be asked to step in." I hoped he was going to break this down and explain it to me because I was confused at this time. I looked at Fran and she seemed to know what he was leading up to because she was smiling and nodding her head gently. "Marie knows what she can do and where she has to let her grandmother make the final decision. Put yourself in her place now, but you are the grandmother. The people working for you need to know they can do only so much and then you have to make the decisions past that point. Does that make sense to you, so far?" he was asking and waiting for an answer. "Yes," I said. Still wondering where he was leading. "The people working for you, have you told them what they can do and how far they can go? What about Fran here, have you told her what she has to do and what she can do?" Again he was asking and wanting a reply. He said, looking directly at me, "No, you haven't. Fran doesn't know what she can do because you haven't told her. She goes just so far and waits for your guidance. The way things stand, she will be an old maid before she will make a decision. You need to tell her what her responsibilities are and let her do them. If she fails then you must, I repeat, you must intervene. Is that pretty clear? But remember, Fran is not your only employee, you have many more; each must be aware of the same, their responsibilities." It was almost eleven when we left the restaurant. I felt low. I had been embarrassed in front of Mrs. Gibbons and Fran. Maxwell Gibbons' questions had been extreme I thought. It wasn't my fault the biggest decision I made my first sixteen years was what clothes I would wear. I didn't think it was fair of Fran to tell Mr. And Mrs. Gibbons my toughest decisions lately was who I was going to screw next. She made it worse by naming off girls, she knew of, I had "fucked", and she had been pretty accurate. Mrs. Gibbons made me feel good when she told Fran and her husband I had that wholesome look about me. I didn't like her following comment about me. She said I looked so young, inexperienced, and cuddly, something a woman wanted to curl up beside to make her feel warm; also, I had a look that somehow brought the motherly instinct out in women. I was really shocked when Mr. Gibbons told his wife Nathan had lost all his ability to make decisions, due to the strokes and heart attacks. He informed her, as well as me for that matter, Nathan could not drive because when he came to a stop sign he would stop, but he couldn't make the next move, that it was OK to proceed after he stopped. Stop lights were OK, because they told him to stop and go. I lived with Nathan and I wasn't aware of this. I began to see why Nathan had been so easy going on me, and not telling me to do certain things others did. I recalled Ben being asked to move a tractor, when I could have done it. I realized Nathan had never seen me do things and therefore I wasn't asked, where it was second nature to Ben. I spent the next week reading Nathan's ledgers. Mr. Gibbons had told me I should read them as Nathan wrote in them every day. The only break I took was on Sunday, the day following our trip to see Mr. Gibbons, and Susan had made my visit worthwhile, as she promised. The following morning she delivered a beautiful baby girl. Eddie and Valerie called before dawn, giving us the news. The first three days I read the ledgers they were just words. I guess I was slow and protected, because the fourth day Mark, who was like a shadow, made a comment which made me realize there was something to the books. We had started reading. "This is stupid reading these books, the same thing is in every book. I don't see how rain, snow, hot, or dry, this on Tuesday or that on Friday, is helping us," he said with disgust, tossing the book on the table, and walking out of the room. I was making notes on a pad when Nina came for me at supper time. She was looking over my shoulder at my notes and pulled me from them to eat. After supper I went back to my room and she followed. I had to explain what I was doing and she began helping. It was after midnight when she held the paper up for me to look at. Nathan had made excellent entries in his ledgers because we had listed the day he put the first seed in the ground, both for cotton and for corn. The ledger also included when the harvest started, was finished, and acreage harvested and the yield. His ledgers dated back before he took control of this farm, however the last two years were very brief, and the entries were sporadic. The following morning I was groggy and felt lousy. I decided to skip school and go to Fran's. I carried the ledgers and the notes Nina and I had made, expecting her to be excited about them. Not so, she was excited about what she had been doing. She had been tracking auctions. She had a map, with marks scattered on it, with dates and times beside each mark. She had the marks numbered with a corresponding sheet containing a like number. She showed me how to see what was being auctioned by checking the number on the map against the sheet. It was pretty simple after she explained it. She was looking at the map and said there were two auctions that day, she wanted to attend. I said she was crazy, because it was raining and it turned off cold that morning. She kept on begging, reminding me of Mr. Gibbons comments and I finally agreed. We drove seventy miles, it raining all the way, and we walked two miles, between lots auctioned. It was my first auction and it was a little exciting, however it was nothing to cheer about. The second auction was underway when we arrived, and there were very few people in attendance. There was a small tractor and the auctioneer was becoming desperate, trying to get a bid. Fran kept elbowing me and telling me to bid. I finally raised my hand when he said four hundred. He didn't say anything except, 'sold'. I remember half a dozen men shaking their heads and a couple was laughing. I heard a comment about it not running. They were right, it didn't run. It was small enough to get on the back of the truck and it was towed to a loading ramp where it took eight men and another tractor to load it for me. It turned out to be a good day however, because Fran and I laughed all the way back to the farm. We stopped at a restaurant, on the way, and were laughing so hard the waitress was sent over to ask us to please keep the noise down. This just caused us to laugh more and we were finally asked to leave. The waitress was glaring at us when I paid our bill. The closer we got to the farm, the more I wanted to hide the small tractor in the barn, not telling of its purchase. I think Fran had the same thoughts because our laughter slowly stopped. The last ten miles was very quiet. We were in the drive, leading to the house, when I saw Frank's truck parked in back. My heart almost stopped. I looked over at Fran and she didn't look too good either. Our worries were short lived because Frank told us we made an excellent deal. Frank dumped some gas in the tank, hooked jumper cables to the battery, and it started. You can imagine the looks on Fran's and my face when it started. I don't know who had the bigger smile. Somehow, the cold rain wasn't important any longer and we unloaded the tractor, which unloaded much easier, not requiring manual labor, as had to be used when it was loaded. I think the positive attitude Frank had was instrumental in me leaning to Fran's side when she said she wanted to go to another auction the following day. We finally talked Frank into going, the major selling point actually being it was supposed to be raining and he couldn't do too much outside. We, Frank and I, we knocking on Fran's door at five-thirty, our pre-arranged meeting time. Fran had over slept and came to the door in a robe and rollers in her hair. Frank said we had a long drive and told her she could stay at home and make the next trip. We walked back to the truck and Fran was there before we had the truck started. She was carrying her clothing, still wearing the robe. She made me turn the mirror and received promises from us that we wouldn't peep as she changed in the back of the truck. I did manage to get one quick glimpse of a breast, as she placed it in her bra, getting slapped on the back of the head good for it. It was worth it. She removed the curlers as we made fun of her while driving. When we arrived at the auction site, Frank, and Fran, who had climbed over the seat to join us, had a list of the items we needed already marked. We walked through the items for two hours and Frank wrote a price value beside each piece of equipment he looked at. There were many people at the auction and we were outbid on the dozen items Frank had marked. I was kind of down on the trip home but Frank was high. He explained the way the auction was run and the reason the prices were high, the main reason being the items were for smaller and weekend farmers and that made up the bulk of the crowd. When we returned to Fran's we went inside and looked at her map, discussing the next auction. Fran and I were going to a small auction the following Friday and on Saturday Frank would accompany us on a huge auction. It was a sheriff's sale and there were pages upon pages of items to be auctioned. Frank read the requirements for bidding and said we needed a letter of credit from the bank, or cash. He suggested I get a letter of credit. Frank pointed out we would have to forgo the auction on Friday because that was the only time to view the items to be auctioned. We would need to remain overnight for the actual auction on Saturday morning, after looking over the equipment to be auctioned on Friday. I went to the bank Monday and asked for the letter, explaining what I needed it for. I almost fell out of the chair when the loan manager asked if five-hundred thousand was adequate. I didn't realize Nathan's credit was that well established. I was shaking the entire drive to the farm. Walter came over that evening for supper. I was glad to see him. He had been out of town a week and it was our first meeting since Fran and I saw Mr. Gibbons. I was happy for Rita also, she had been anxious all afternoon. After supper I quickly learned Walter meant what he said when he was discussing business. I offered him a beer and he refused, telling me it wasn't time for a beer. He ran Rita from the kitchen and sat across the table from me. He first asked me for a summary of what I had done over the past week. His facial expression told me he was pretty pleased at what Fran and I had accomplished so far. I covered our charts we had made, so far, and he was also happy about those. When I was finished, he started his questions, in the same way Maxwell Gibbons had, only he was asking about people. My answers about the people working for Nathan, actually myself, were answered in exactly the same way, that being "I don't know". This didn't make him happy. Not one bit. He wanted to know about pay, numbers on payroll, projected raises, last raises, taxes, and social security. Each of my answers was the same. We were in the kitchen over an hour when he finally said he would take that beer. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders as I pulled two cans from the refrigerator. It was a cool night, but when we went outside, Rita and Nina were sitting the swing. Rita took my beer and said, "Thank you," as she drank from it. Nina and I sat with them and joined in the discussion for half an hour. When we, Nina and I, went inside I got the old 'tongue' from Rita. I was happy for her, and I liked Walter. I went to my room and pulled the ledgers out. I had them spread over the bed but I didn't remember too much in them about people and payroll. I was looking through the ledgers when Nina came in. She sat on the bed, dressed in a thin robe, over baby doll pajamas. She was looking good and sexy, but my better judgement said I should keep looking for the people questions Walter was asking about. We went through the last seven years ledgers and found almost nothing on people. It was late, and everyone else was in bed, when Nina crawled into my bed. She moved close to me, and within minutes she was sleeping. During breakfast, the following morning I asked Ida, "Where does Nathan keep the records about the payroll?" She looked at me kind of funny and answered, "Fran has all the pay records. She has been keeping those, you should know that." I looked at Nina after she kicked me under the table. I knew she kept them but after the arduous questions from Walter I didn't think about her. My mind naturally went to the farm ledgers. I came from school at lunch and Rita asked, "Would go to the drug store for me." I gave her a skeptical look and she started laughing and said, "No, not for that, I bought my own napkins, Mr. Smart Alec. Nathan has a prescription needing filled." I guess I had that coming, and started laughing at myself. "Sure," I said. I need to stop by Fran's anyway." I stopped by Fran's, hoping she would be home and not in college, but I was out of luck. I drove on to the pharmacy. I dropped the prescription off and was drinking a soda when Jenna came in. She walked past me, to the pharmacist, and gave him a prescription. They were talking quietly, however they could have spoken in their usual voice, and I couldn't have heard them, the distance being what it was. Jenna came over and sat down, "Want a soda?" I asked. "Please," she said. "What are you doing in town this afternoon?" "Getting a prescription filled for my uncle, and you?" I wondered why she wasn't in school. She was blushing when she said, "I had a doctors appointment and left school early." "Is everything all right, I see you have a prescription being filled?" She didn't look ill, however all illnesses didn't show, and I was concerned, her being a friend and all. "No, just routine," she said, still reddening. I assumed it was a female thing so I dropped the subject and said, "I enjoyed the party at your house." I thought about being in the storm cellar with her and I became erect. I was glad the table was hiding the lower half of my body, I knew my erection would otherwise be conspicuous. Her face became flushed after my last comment. "Thank you, I had a good time also." Her voice didn't come in her normal tone, rather it was a higher pitch. There was a few moments pause before she asked, "Are you going to get me the soda, or shall I get it?" "Oh shit," I said to myself, "She'll surely see your erection if you get up now." I looked a little sheepish, and asked, "Would you mind getting it, please?" I pushed the bill across to her, the one I was fidgeting with as we were talking. As soon as she walked to the counter, I adjusted my prick. It didn't help much, watching her ass shifting, side to side, as she strolled across the floor. The skirt was short, and very tight. She was making the skirt much tighter standing at the counter, one foot raised and propped on the metal foot bar. The bar was actually a protection for the counter, however it provided customers a foot rest, allowing many to sit in a more comfortable position. She was standing in a way, using the foot rest, and making the curve of her ass eye-catching. She was a walking sex object, her pose captivating, and I was erect. We finished our drinks, as I sat with a lump in my trousers which I kept trying to adjust. I saw her smile a couple of times and I knew she suspected what I was doing. I was happy when they said our prescriptions were ready and I was able to walk behind, adjusting my erection, temporarily. I didn't hesitate, but agreed quickly, when she asked for a ride home. We were walking to the truck when she pulled my hand around her waist. My hand was on her waist when she started to get in the truck, however she fell back. My hand was on her ass when I caught her. She looked at me, and then down to where my hand was holding her, and said, "That feels nice." I knew it felt good, and I took and couple more squeezes as I helped her into the truck, using one half the assistance actually needed, which allowed me to caress her ass a little longer. My erection was full blown now and I couldn't hide it when I sat behind the wheel. She kept her hand on my leg while I drove to her house, caressing me from knee to within three inches of my erection. "Do you want to come in?" Jenna asked when I pulled in her drive. "What about your parents?" I asked, wanting to be alone with her. "Mom is working in the hardware store today and they won't be home until after she closes at six. We will be alone," she said, the smile telling me what I wanted to know. I followed her to her door, and when she stopped to place the key in the lock I put my arms around her waist and pressed my body against her. I knew she could feel my erection as I pressed it firmly against the tight skirt encasing her rounded ass. I felt her press against me, just before she opened the door. She walked in pulling me behind her, by way of pressing her hands against mine, wrapped around her waist. We short-walked through the anteroom and turned into a formal sitting room. The floor had deep carpets and the furniture looked expensive and unused. She stopped just before reaching the sofa, released my hands, and turned to me. We were looking into one another's eyes when she pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue was exploring my mouth as her eyes were looking into mine. She was smiling as she kissed me and began grinding her chest against mine, as her pelvic area pressed against my lower body. I placed my hands on her ass and squeezed. She moaned loudly through her mouth, covered by mine therefore not emitting the noise she made. She removed my right hand from her left ass cheek, pulling it to her breast. My eyes were looking into hers as I cupped her breast, feeling her nipple erect against my hand. Our tongues were exploring, their movements becoming more active and aggressive, and I began loosening the buttons on her blouse. I had all the buttons open when she reached between her breasts and the brassiere popped open. She broke the kiss and pulled my head to her breasts. I had a nipple in my mouth as Jenna was muttering to me, "Suck it, suck it hard. Suck it harder." I was sucking it hard, I thought, and she was moaning as she continued, "Suck, suck, suck harder. I want to come. Suck it harder. HARDER PLEASE!" She was almost shouting. Her nipple was almost the size of a raspberry, which made it easy to hold in my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could one quick time, thinking I would hurt her, only to feel her body become tense. I realized she was coming and began sucking the lone nipple. I was matching my sucking with her moans, and the louder she moaned, the harder I sucked. She suddenly froze, pulling my face pulled into her breast firmly, making it impossible for me to breathe. She was holding me, tightly pressed into her breast, and after fifteen seconds I started to push apart from her. I needed to breathe. She was holding me firmly and I began to struggle, her body seeming preoccupied, and unaware of me. It took me at least forty five seconds to loosen her grip from my head, and I took a deep breath. I was almost kneeling and I dropped to my knees, taking deep breaths. "That was the best one ever," Jenna said as she caressed my head, looking down at me. "You are so good, I think I love you." She was grinning and pulled my face into her body, a move probably meant to be one of affection, however my face was now pressed against her soft stomach. My head pressed against her belly felt good. I was in the right position and I slowly slid my hands up the outside of her legs, barely touching her, starting at the ankles. As my hands got higher, I felt her body trembling due to my light touches. I felt the pressure being applied to my head becoming firmer. I came to the bottom of her skirt and my light touches stopped. She pulled my head from her body, which allowed me to continue, my hands now under her skirt. The skirt seemed to roll up as my hands went higher and higher, and when they were at her waist, so was her skirt. I moved back and saw I was looking at her panty hose. My fingers were at her waist and I hooked them in the hose and slowly began pulling them down. I was pulling them down as slowly as I could, wanting to tease her sexually. I was expecting some resistance but when I looked up she was not looking at me, rather her head was leaned back, and I thought her eyes were closed. I pulled the hose down, until I had to tap her on the foot. At my tap she raised one foot, allowing me to remove her hose, the second foot raised as I tapped that foot. I looked at her mound and it looked different. Ten days before, it had a two inch mustache covering it, and today it was bare, shaved clean. I wiped a finger lightly through her slit and her juices flowed onto my finger. My touch caused her to spread her legs wider and I smelled the strong odor of sex, and at the same time I saw juice start trailing down one leg. I watched it as it rolled down her leg, stopping after rolling about six inches. I slid my hands slowly up the inside of her legs, starting at the knees, using just a light touch. I heard her mumble something and she took a step back, sitting on the sofa heavily. I looked at her face and she was now looking at me. I moved closer, keeping eye contact. I was now between her legs and when I placed my hands on her knees, she spread them, her womanhood now open and inviting, and just inches away. We maintained eye contact as I slowly lowered my head. My hands were still on her knees and I felt her raising her pelvic area to meet my mouth. As I got closer and closer, I could see her trying to get her mound to meet my face, her movements jerky, as she anticipated my touch. My first contact with her pussy just happened to be her clit, my tongue taking a vicious swipe against it. A high pitch sound came from her mouth, as my tongue moved quickly through her wet opening. Her juices, which clung to my tongue, were thick and I knew I wanted more. She was fast. Her hands had been on the sofa, but now they were behind my head, pulling my face into her pussy. I started sucking on her clit and forcing my tongue into her opening, to the limits I could reach. She was maintaining pressure on my head and two minutes of my tongue in action brought her off again. She was loud and hard to hold down. I was holding on her hips, trying not to let her break our contact. I tried to touch every inch of her bare pussy, as my tongue traced each lip, moving slowly up to get to her clit. Once I had the hardened membrane in my lips, I began licking and sucking. Her hips wee bouncing off the sofa, and she was making loud, unintelligible sounds. She went through her orgasm, almost pulling apart from me, but I managed to hold to her tightly. She tried to push me from her mound but I held her tightly as I sucked her clit as hard as I could. She was screaming, "NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE, PLEASE." I was determined however, and I continued sucking until my mouth became sore. Her ass was still bouncing on the sofa when I moved my mouth from her. I didn't give her a chance to gather herself. I lowered my trousers and shorts and plunged into her, full length, first plunge. I expected her to be tighter around my prick, but she was not. Her pussy was hot on my erection however, and I started pumping into her. I was close to coming and I knew I wouldn't last long. I had been stiff too long. When my strokes became faster, she knew I was about to cum. "Yes, yes, cum inside me," she was chanting. "It's OK, you can cum in me." Jenna's words sounded an alarm in my head. Rita had echoed the same words to me weeks before, "They will tell you it's Ok and then --" I pulled out just in time, because ten days of built up sperm rushed through my prick and the first spurt hit her just below the nipple, the second and third, fell on her skirt. The fourth and fifth spurt, above and below her navel. "I wanted you to come in me, I wanted to feel it." She was gasping as she spoke. "Look, now you've messed up my skirt." Jenna was trying to wipe the sperm from her skirt when she felt the tickle run from her breast. "SHIT, the sofa," she said, as she caught a trail of sperm just before it rolled from her breast. She rubbed her hand across the puddle, spreading it across her breast and stomach. I hadn't realized I had lifted her legs, but they were on my shoulders and she was trying to get up. I stepped back and lowered her legs, allowing her to stand. She looked at the sofa and I could see a small area with my cum on it. "I have to shower and then get that cleaned up." She picked up her panty hose from the floor and walked from the room. I followed. I followed her to her room and watched as she removed her clothing, which was just hanging on her body. She stepped into the shower and turned the water on, having ignored me after she left the sitting room. As soon as I heard the water I undressed and stepped into the shower with her. She started to say something but I guess the look on my face stopped her. I took the soap and began washing her. I made sure her breasts were clean, and then worked on her stomach. When I got to her pussy, I soaped it up really good. I put the soap in the dish and began washing her pussy, sliding one finger inside her, and finally two. She was facing me and the spray had washed all the soap from her body, but I kept working my two fingers inside her. She was looking at my eyes when I slipped three fingers inside her opening, causing her to spread her feet wider. She began leaning into me and her eyes were beginning to lose contact as they began to close when I pushed my fingers inside her, only to open when I removed them. I was feeling no resistance and I slipped four fingers into her, causing a slight moan, as I began making contact with her clit. I started working my fingers into her while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She was moaning louder, pressing against my fingers harder, while spreading her legs wider. I was working my hand fast, aided by her hand, when she pressed my fingers deep into her opening and held my hand tightly pressed against her. Her body became tense and she moved my hand, pressing it against her clit. She became stiffer, then all of a sudden, she was limp. I tried to stop her body from falling but I only managed to slow it. She became still when she came to her knees. I was holding her upright, and it seemed like a minute passed before she raised her head and smiled at me. My prick was now hard, and at her face. I took her head and turned it to my prick head. She said, "No..." as I pulled her mouth over my prick. She tried to struggle, but now I was the one holding tightly. Her struggling only managed to bury my prick deep in her throat, as deep as I was long anyway. She struggled for what seemed like five minutes, actually it was probably closer to a minute, before she began sucking my prick. I knew she could taste herself because I hadn't washed my prick and the spray never struck it directly. I had come one time, my second cum would take a lot longer. She had been sucking about five minutes, when Jenna took me from her mouth, and said, "I want you to come in me. Tell me when you are ready, please." I heard the bells again and Rita's words came back to me. She was good, her tongue was riding under my prick as she took me in, causing me unimaginable pleasure. She learned fast, and the additional thrill of her hands cupping my balls and massaging them gently, was sending little spasms through my body. I wasn't ready to cum but I knew she was getting tired, her motions were slowing. I was almost there, her hand on my balls were busy. Her caressing began getting rougher and I felt my sperm beginning to move. I placed my hands behind her head, and began fucking her face. When I came, I came hard and deep, deep in her throat. She struggled, but not as much as I thought she would, as I emptied my nutsack into her throat. She was moaning and sucking harder, trying to get the last drop. She was enjoying taking me as much as I was enjoying her lips on my erection. When she did released me, I was totally limp. She looked up at me but there was no smile on her face. Two hours after picking up my prescription, I was on my way back to the farm, leaving Jenna's house mere moments before I saw Carl turn in her drive, coming from the opposite direction. Just before I turned into my drive I thought about us on the sofa. The first time we made love, she was inexperienced and this afternoon she was a wanton. I hadn't been with that many women but I had a thought; she was much more aggressive and experienced than I expected, and Carl driving in, moments after I pulled from her drive, started me thinking. He may have been visiting her during the past week. Thoughts of Jenna left my mind when I pulled behind the house and saw Eddies van. Ben was sitting on our new tractor with the engine idling at a high rpm. Frank and Eddie were standing close to the tractor and Nina and Gay behind them. Nina and Gay walked over, meeting me before I got to the group and Nina began telling me what they were doing. Nina got the story mixed up and Gay finally told me they had replaced the plugs, wires and coil because it would die when it got hot. Nina took my hand, pulling me to where Eddie and Frank were standing. I had Gay's hand and Nina actually pulled us both. Frank surprised me when he spoke, "You got a great deal on this baby, it had a bad coil but runs like a top now. Even with the one-twenty you owe me now, you still found a great deal. Frank here, tells me you are going to look at some more equipment this weekend. If you find anything, call me, and I will come out and give it a once over before you start using it." He seemed pleased as he was speaking however I saw him looking at Gay's hand in mine a couple of times. Rita called out the back door, "Supper is ready. Eddie, Valerie just called and she and Susan are home. She said if you don't want leftovers then you need to eat here or stop on the way home. You are invited to stay." Frank looked at Eddie and said, "Looks like you better take her up on the invitation." "I guess I had better," Eddie remarked, "sounds better than leftovers." Nina looked at Gay and asked, "Do you want to stay for supper? We are having spaghetti and salad." Gay looked at her father, "Dad?" Frank replied, "Sure, go ahead, it's OK with me, Ben and I will be going home as soon as we put this tractor in the barn." Nina had left for the house and Gay and I was strolling slowly, waiting on Eddie to follow. Gay asked, "Are you mad at me, we haven't been together for more than five minutes in over a week?" "No," I replied, "Why would I be mad at you?" "Well, you seem to be avoiding me. You don't come over at night and you haven't talked to me at school, I just assumed you were upset with me for what I did at the party." Gay was speaking in barely more that a whisper and I was guilty of not trying to see her, but I blamed it on Walter and the farm. "I have been reading, the lawyer was pretty hard on me, and it has been taking up a lot of my time," I said to her. Walter came in after we had begun eating. Rita rushed to get him a place setting, and he joined us at the table. The discussion at the dinner table became centered on Walter, and his stores, especially the construction of his newest. Nathan and Ida left the table as soon as they were finished their meal. Gay and Nina stayed around a little longer, but the subject didn't appeal to them and they left for the front porch. Rita, Walter, and I, were finally alone and Walter spoke, "Dan, I know you weren't raised on a farm but I need to say something, We mark our hogs and neuter our dogs when they are young. This serves many purposes but they don't seem to want to stray as much after we do this. Of course they grow faster and the pork tastes a lot better, that strong male scent, that ruins the taste, is absent." I wondered what he was referring to when he said, "I saw you with Covington's daughter this afternoon and if one of those girls on the front porch saw where your hand was this afternoon, you might be a prime candidate for marking. Your hand was sure free on her ass, as you helped her into the truck." I looked at Rita and the look on her face was somewhat a mixture, one of disgust and I thought she also had a look of sympathy, in her eyes. I knew she wasn't happy about me seeing Jenna, and I also knew she didn't like me getting chewed out. Either way, I knew she wasn't happy with his remark. I felt pangs of regret rush through my body. She looked as though she wanted an explanation, but at the same time I knew there was nothing I could explain. Walter continued, "I bring this up because of the two boys, your age, eighteen, working at the store." He stopped when he looked up and saw the tear forming in Rita's eye, as she looked at me. Walter looked from her face to mine, and back to hers. There was a tear in each eye, which she was trying to hold back. I looked from Walter, to Rita, my eyes now becoming watery, and saw visions of mom. Mom, with tears in her eyes, learning someone had ridiculed me, or hurt me in a dozen other ways, which children were prone to do. Rita's look wasn't the same. Mom shed tears when I had been hurt, either physically or emotionally. Rita was shedding tears and I knew I hadn't been hurt. The look of disgust I saw earlier, I felt, was meant for me. In my mind, I felt the look of sympathy was for Nina or Gay, or possibly both. Suddenly, I felt like a low life, a traitor, someone not worthy. Rita was shedding tears for me, Dan, a real person. Mom's tears had been maternal. Walter continued with his comments, "These boys were talking today about the two day party at Covington's last Friday and Saturday. The Covington's were out of town and their daughter had a party that started Thursday night and ended Saturday night. I heard them say there were six boys who stayed the night Thursday, one of them being my employee. Covington's daughter engaged in all types of sex with all the boys." Rita's question seemed rhetorical, "The parents left the girl alone?" "I don't know which one of the boys said it but she was mad at her parents about something. I guess it was a sort of rebellion, I don't know and I didn't ask any questions. I was just listening to their conversation and they were unaware I heard." Walter said, looking at Rita and then in my direction. "Anyway," Walter continued with his story, "Friday night my other employee said he was at the party and he heard two of the girls, who joined the party, talking about how they wouldn't have sex with one of the boys because he had a disease." Rita asked, "A disease, what kind of a disease?" "Venereal disease." Walter remarked, looking directly at me. "What kind of venereal disease?" Rita asked, looking at him rather odd. I felt the blood rush from my face when he looked in my direction. I could have VD. I had fucked Jenna and I hadn't listened to Rita. She had told me I should always use protection and now I could be infected, all because of one stupid mistake. I began feeling light headed. "I... , I..." I started to say I didn't feel very well, but I couldn't get it out. I saw Walter and Rita look in my direction, and it suddenly became black, and I was falling. ------- Chapter 9 I heard them talking and felt the cold cloth on my face. I opened my eyes and saw four people staring at me, Rita, Walter, Nina, and Gay. I wanted to get up but Walter stopped me. "Just lie still a couple of minutes and you should feel better, besides you probably couldn't stand anyway.," Walter said. I knew he was right because I couldn't feel my legs at the moment. I knew I was on the kitchen floor and I wondered why. Rita placed another cold cloth on my head, removing the old one. I was regaining my bearings and began remembering what had happened. Feeling like a fool for fainting was nothing compared to the way I was feeling about the possibility of having contracted a venereal disease. I looked at Gay and Nina and wondered if Rita had told them why I had fainted. I was quite sure I knew the answer when Nina asked, "What happened?, What made you pass out?" Rita saved me, by saying, "It's probably from the tension he has been under the past week. He was probably trying to do too much too fast. He will just have to take it easier for a couple of days." Gay and Nina coddled me for more than an hour and I was glad when Gay said she had to go home. It had started to rain and Rita told Nina to drive her. After the girls left, Rita asked, "What are you going to do now? It's obvious you were with Jenna this afternoon, or else you do have a problem." I felt like a complete fool, as well as being embarrassed. I wanted to climb into a hole. I certainly didn't want to talk about my afternoon. I looked at Rita. "I am sorry, I didn't listen to you and I screwed up. I will see the doctor tomorrow, Jenna saw him today." Walter spoke, "You know you can't have contact with any women until you find out, one way or the other." "I guess so," I replied. "Wrong answer," he quickly piped back. "There is no guessing about it. You will not have relations with a girl until you find out for sure. Is that clear?" He was speaking to me but he was looking at Rita for her approval of his remark. Rita was nodding, her eyes on me. I said, "I didn't mean to use those exact words. I know I can't have any contact with women until I find out. I'm sorry; I just used the wrong words." I was happy to see Nina return an hour later. During this hour I listened to Walter and Rita, and in Walter's words, he was "speaking like a father." The subjects were on integrity and responsibilities, and after half an hour, changed to morals. I remember the last question I was asked, just before Nina returned. Walter had asked me, "What was the difference in my behavior and that of a girl I called promiscuous?" I didn't have the opportunity to answer because Nina saved the day, or night, for me, by returning home. I lay in bed thinking about Walter's question and I didn't see any comparison, at first. Nina had admitted being promiscuous before I came into her life, but she had changed, for the better in my opinion. I viewed my relations as normal and healthy for a boy my age. I enjoyed my escapades. The longer I lay awake I began thinking differently, I came to realize the only difference between what I had been doing, and Nina's actions, was our sex. I had great respect for Nina and I began to think differently. She had enjoyed going with the different boys, and young men, just as I enjoyed the women I slept with. I began to realize that the sex of the person involved was the uncommon denominator. I was no different than the girls that boys and men talked about as being 'loose'. I lay awake wondering just how Rita and Nina saw me, and what names they had for me. I lay awake for a long while, unable to sleep wondering how they really felt about me. I managed to get a couple hours sleep before I was awakened for breakfast. At breakfast, both Nina and Rita wanted to know how I was feeling. As far as they were concerned, I was in good health and told them so, albeit I was definitely tired, resulting from not sleeping well or long enough. I made a beeline for the doctor's office after school, having promised Rita and Walter. I was embarrassed to explain why I had to see him. He made me feel comfortable, listening to my heart beat, checking my reflexes, talking all the while. When he finally asked me to explain why I was in his office, it seemed like it was a part of the conversation. He didn't change his expression during my story. I was relaxed and when he asked me to be specific in a couple of areas, I was at ease when I told him I had showered immediately after making sexual contact. He made me feel much better when he said I probably wasn't infected, because of the quick shower, and the short duration of the act. I really hated telling that part, but he asked. I thought the visit was over, but his last comment got me. "Drop you trousers and shorts. I have a little something for you." That is when his expression did change. He wasn't exactly smiling, but there seemed to be a bit of humor in his tone of speech and his directions. I made up my mind Friday morning, as I showered, that would be my last penicillin shot. I took it on Wednesday afternoon and it was still very sensitive to the touch, to the point I could point to the exact spot where I received the injection. Still, like the doctor told me, it was precautionary. Rita had worked up a great breakfast and had packed the leftover biscuits and sausage for snacks during the trip. It rained during the night and turned much cooler than it had been the prior three days. It began raining half way through the three -hour drive, after I had stopped for Frank, and then Fran. We drove to the courthouse and Fran and I followed Frank. He walked down the hall to the sheriff's office and registered us as bidders, and the clerk registered our letter of credit. Frank explained that by registering we would have fifteen days to remove any purchases, while unregistered bidders had 48 forty-eight hours. He pointed this out to us in the circular, noting it was in the fine print. Frank was in good spirits as we drove the twenty miles, following the map he had been given, to the auction site. There was a large sign announcing the auction and the following day's date as we drove through the gate to the farm. Actually, there were two signs, one for the equipment for the following day, and the second announcing the sale of the land and buildings. There was no date, just a notice. We passed a county bus and alongside it were about a dozen inmates, dressed in orange one-piece work suits, eating sandwiches and drinking from white cups. There were two deputies sitting nearby. We followed the signs marking the route to the auction and I glanced over at Fran and the look on her face was a mirror of my own appearance. Weeds and brush were at least six feet high, covering everything. We passed the farmhouse and the weeds had been cut around it for about fifty feet from the house. We drove over a small hill and we could see four large buildings, each about six or eight times larger than our barn. The weeds and brush were in the process of being cut. There were cut patches of weeds spread everywhere; each cut spot surrounded a farm implement of some sort. Fran and I followed Frank around for three hours, getting literally soaked to the skin. We were wearing raincoats and Fran had an umbrella. She had given it to Frank, in exchange for his hat, as he was trying to keep the circular dry that he was writing on. Fran and I were cold, and our teeth were chattering, from being soaked. It didn't seem to faze Frank one bit. Frank hadn't spoken or made a sound once we stepped into the rain, his mind was focused on looking at each item and making notations. This changed when we entered the last barn, temporarily out of the rain. I heard him let out a long moan, and then a deep sigh. "What's wrong?" Fran and I asked, speaking simultaneously asked. "This barn has been flooded," he remarked, pointing to the obvious waterline on the wall. Fran was quick to ask, "They look OK to me. Is there something wrong with them?" She looked at him with her brows raised, pointing to the tractors, and other equipment. "Yes," Frank said, "they will need to be disassembled and cleaned," referring to the motors, "and each bearing removed and cleaned, and much more. It looks like Eddie and Jonah will have something to do, if we get anything here." I wondered about his last statement, "What do you mean, "if we get anything here?'" I asked. "Well some people don't realize you can't operate, or shouldn't, operate equipment after it has been flooded without disassembling it, and cleaning all the sludge and water from inside. You are asking for trouble if you don't clean it and some will just drain the oil, replace it, and go about normal business. It works but reduces the life of the equipment, sometimes by half." He started looking over each tractor, pointing to reinflated tires on almost every piece. I guess this was to be expected because he had pointed out to us, on the drive up, the equipment had been idle for five years. Frank crawled over every tractor, looked under each one, and constantly made notes. He spent twice as much time on the two combines, taking many notes. It was five o'clock, and we were asked to leave, the time having run out for inspection of the items to be auctioned. I looked around and we were the only three people still in the barn. We drove from the farm, and the inmates were still working, cutting the brush and weeds around pieces of the scattered equipment, unimpeded by the continuous rain. We drove back to town and checked into the motel, that Fran had had the foresight to reserve earlier in the week. Frank began going over his notes. Frank and I had showered and Fran had come to our room, after her shower, to sit at the table and discuss the sale the following day. Pizza was ordered and it was late when Frank and Fran finally came to an agreement on the maximum amount we were allowed to spend. I woke to a bolt of lightning and the crack of thunder immediately afterwards. Frank was sitting in the lone comfortable chair, fully dressed. He was grinning as I sat upright. I looked out the window and saw the rain was coming down heavier than the day before. He seemed to be in a good mood although I didn't know why. The previous day Fran and I had been cold, wet, miserable, and soaked to the skin, the raincoats not affording much protection with the wind. This day was looking even worse. After meeting Fran, checking out of the motel, and eating a monster of a breakfast, we were sitting at the auction site with and hour to wait. There were a dozen trucks at the site when we drove in, however each person or group, remained in their own vehicles, watching the downpour. Even the deputies had the inmates sitting in the bus. The auction started on time, with the sheriff reading the court order. The wording was long and contained, "... blah... blah... blah..." The proceedings became repetitive after a while. Starting bid,... "SOLD" and a hammer striking a board. They went down the list, one item at a time, changing only when there were several like items listed in a row. It was shortly after one and they weren't half way through the lots when Fran edged close to me and said, "I have to go to the ladies room. I can't go around the other side of the barn like you men have been doing." She was right about the men going to the far side of the barn to take a piss. I had made the trip twice myself. I looked around and then thought of one of the other three buildings. "Do you think you could use one of the other buildings?" I asked her. She looked through the rain to the closest barn and shook her head. "You'll have to come with me," she insisted. "OK, let me tell Frank," I replied. "How about some lunch, are you hungry?" I asked her. "No, I'm not hungry, I'm starved. How much longer do you think we will be?" She was looking at me expecting a serious answer. I spoke to Frank and he said it would be two hours before they got to the page he was waiting for. I pulled the truck as close to the barn as possible, drove to the farthest barn and allowed Fran to take her piss. We drove to town and ordered hamburgers and drinks, taking our time as we ate them. We took two burgers and a drink back for Frank and he devoured them. The drive back to the farm was a jovial event. Frank was overjoyed he had won the bid on the combine. He talked the entire trip, he was so excited. After he came off the high caused by the bid on the combine, he began talking about the new, and more powerful tractors. Fran gave me a big smile when we dropped her, shifting her eyes to Frank, and then back in my direction, knowing I still had a few more minutes to listen to him. I dropped Frank at his house and a few minutes later I was parking the truck. Nina and Rita were sitting at the kitchen table talking to Walter when I walked in. They were quiet but I knew they were bursting at the seams, eager to ask about our trip. Walter looked at each of them, seeing the apprehensive looks, and then turned to me, "Well," he asked, "how was it?" I wanted to say something but I knew I would mess it up so I just laid the bid notice in the center of the table, to let them see for themselves. I told them I was going to shower and get into some dry clothes. They were looking at the list as I left the room. Before I started up the stairs I called back to Rita, "Rita, are there any leftovers? I'm hungry." I didn't wait for a response, wanting to get in the warm shower. Sunday morning I was the last person up. I slept well, the warm bed relaxed me after having been, being chilled to the bone the previous day. I was anxious to talk to Eddie and after a 'man sized breakfast' I called him. I explained about the equipment being flooded and he understood what had to be done. I told him Frank and Fran had really done the work, wanting to give credit where it was due. The weather was still bad, although the rain was much lighter than the past two days, but the wind was still cold. I was in the family room, and Nathan and Ida had left a while earlier with some friends. I knew Rita was primping because I had answered the phone earlier and passed a message to her from Walter. Rita seemed to glow when Walter was visiting, when she was expecting him, there was a difference in her looks and attitude. I wondered if they would get married or if it was just a thing for the present. My thoughts were wandering, mainly about the changes in her appearance, not only in makeup or dress, but in her constant smile and her overall disposition. She was more relaxed, and more considerate of others, -- not that she wasn't before, -- and she was beginning to make me feel like I was missing something. I felt like she was drawing me into her circle. She had assumed the role a mother normally held, but she was also a good friend. I never had a close friend, -- a real close friend, -- as I had observed at school. Nina and Gay were my closest friends. Rita was slowly moving into the realm of being close, much closer than in the previous year, and it was happening rapidly. "Penny for your thoughts," Rita said, surprised me speaking. I looked up at her, standing inches from me beside the chair, and felt my face becoming flushed. It seemed every dress she wore evoked sex and this one was no different. I knew it was an old dress, having seen it many times before, but today she looked delicious, good enough to eat. "Maybe a penny isn't enough, you are flushed; are you OK?" she asked, reaching to my forehead and placing the back of her fingers against my skin. She was being funny because she smiled and said, "You don't feel feverish. Maybe it is because of your wicked thoughts; who were you thinking about?" I felt the color in my face should have been white since, I felt uneasy. Standing so close to me, there was no way she could miss the growing erection in my trousers. "I was thinking about you, Nina, and Gay," I replied as I saw her looking at my erection. She walked around the chair and sat in my lap, adjusting her ass on my embarrassment, "No, No, No, you are celibate, remember?" She caught me off guard to the point I couldn't speak. I know my mouth opened, however nothing came out; not even the slightest sound. I wanted to scream, but brain and mouth were not synchronized. "I'm sorry," she said, a sympathetic look now on her face, "I didn't mean to embarrass you, and I know this old woman didn't cause this," shifting her ass teasingly on my erection. "You must have been thinking about Gay and,... and my daughter." I wanted to blurt out my thoughts but I paused a few moments, giving me enough time to arrange my thoughts. "No, I was actually thinking about you, mainly. And also of Gay and Nina, because..." My sudden loss of words seemed rational to her as she placed one hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. She had a considerate look on her face as she waited for me to express my thoughts verbally. "I have never had a close friend. I mean the kind you can sit with and tell what you are thinking about, and they don't think you are nuts, just a step from the loony bin. But you," I took a deep breath as I wanted to get the words out where she could understand, "you have listened to me, not openly criticizing or forming an opinion, and made me feel that what I was talking about was important. You haven't judged me either, not openly. I know you have formed opinions on some of my actions; however you have kept them to yourself. Something else is important to me: you always have time for me." She let me talk for a long while, actually letting my feelings out. She made me feel like her equal by asking a couple of questions. She asked, "What do you think of Walter, not as my boy friend, but as a person? Do you think I am too flirty or am I too obvious around him? Do you think he likes me as a person, or am I just a good piece of ass for him?" She knew I liked and respected Walter and I told her that quickly as we heard Nina calling out, "Mom..." as she came down the stairs. Nina walked into the room just in time to see Rita kiss me lightly on the forehead. She didn't hear Rita's whispered words, "Your problem is gone," wiggling her ass against my groin before she stood. Rita looked back just in time to see me 'stick my tongue out' at her, which caused her to smile. Nina dropped down on me and said, "What have the two of you been whispering about?" She settled her ass on my lap, the same as she had seen her mother do just moments before. Nina looked in the direction of the door and shouted to Rita, "Mom, I just asked Gay to stay for supper. We'll help you cook. Is Walter coming over?" She looked at me and asked, "Would you drive me over to get Gay, please? We have been on the phone and I said I would come for her. Frank and Donna are not at home so she needs a ride, Please?" She was smiling and kissing me on the forehead, copying her mother, no doubt. "Do I look... , " my words were stopped by her fingers covering my mouth. Nina asked again, "What were you and mom whispering about?" "We weren't whispering," I said. "We were talking and you came in just in time to catch the last part." "What were you talking about, not whispering?" She was insistent. I told her and she asked, "I thought I was your friend. You can talk to me, and you have, and I have kept it our secret." She had a look of doubt on her face, and said, "I have told you all about my life. Don't you think that is what a true friend does?" "Come on, let's go," she said pulling on my hand and then falling back onto my lap, "Jenna called for you yesterday. I told her you weren't here and she thought I was lying to her. She sounded funny, -- said she knew you didn't want to talk to her but she said it was important. What has she got to talk to you about that is so important?" She looked at me with her serious look. I felt weak again. I didn't want to tell her about Jenna but I didn't want to tell a lie either. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I could see no way out. "It's something big," she said looking stern, "I can tell by the look on your face. What is it?" I was trying to think of a way to change the subject, and thought about Gay, "Are you ready to go over and pick up Gay?" "Not until you tell me what you are trying not to tell me," she said. I knew by the look on her face, and the way she sat back on me, I would have to tell. ------- Chapter 10 I gave her the account of our afternoon and the reason Jenna might want to talk. I didn't mention the two- day party, and the other boys, not to lessen the deed but to protect Jenna's reputation. I saw tears in her eyes when I finished telling about the afternoon, not having the nerve to look at her as I spoke. I expected her to comment but she said nothing. She was looking at me through teary eyes when she finally spoke. "I love you," she said, and kissed me. The kiss was not a sisterly kiss, rather one a lover would expect. When she released my lips, I knew she hadn't kissed me to stir passion, but rather to show deep affection. When she stood up and pulled my hand, I rose and followed her. She walked to the truck, her head lowered, and I knew she was still crying. She was silent on the drive to Gay's. She reached under the seat, and found the Kleenex, and was drying her face and eyes as, by the time I pulled into Gay's drive. I spent about two hours catching up on homework, and listening to Nina and Gay laugh. They were in Nina's room and she left her door open, which she never usually did. My door was also open because I had hoped they would come into my room. My door was normally closed, like Nina's. I finished my homework, wishing Mark was here to look it over. I could understand him not wanting to go over the ledgers; I hated them, but I didn't understand why he stopped coming to the farm. At least he was getting a stipend, and that was more than I seemed to be getting at times. I went downstairs, glancing in Nina's room as I passed. They were lying across her bed, looking at a magazine while making inaudible comments and laughing. I made a sandwich, grabbed a cola, and walked into the family room, where Rita was reading. I watched her as she read, her face changing expression as she did. I finished my sandwich and cola and went to the kitchen with my plate and empty can. I returned to the room and sat on the opposite end of the sofa from Rita. She looked at me and smiled her eyes returning back to the magazine. I wondered what the fascination was about magazines today until I looked out and was reminded it was raining. What else was there to do? I began watching Rita's expressions, as she read, and I could tell when she was enjoying the paragraph. I watched for a long while and was tempted to comment several times. Fortunately I didn't. Rita was reading along and her hand went to her breast. For several minutes I watched as she lightly caressed the mound, moving her hand from the blouse only long enough to turn the page, then the caressing started again. I continued watching her and when her hand moved from one breast to the other, I could see the enlarged, hard nipple, pressing against her blouse. Her eyes closed and her hand slipped inside her blouse. She was unconscious as she loosened the button allowing her hand to reach inside and touch her skin. She jumped, causing me to jump, when she opened her eyes and saw me watching her. She was embarrassed for a moment, realizing I had watched her as she read. It suddenly dawned on me, I should be the one embarrassed, I was invading her privacy, her private moments. I was the one infringing on her. I spoke up. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have been watching you so closely. You have every right to be upset with me." "I'm not upset with you," she said, "I am embarrassed because you saw me..." She was somewhat upset I could tell. "I was enjoying the story too much; unaware you were paying attention to me. I should have been considerate of you." "Actually, it was a great turn-on for me. I was really enjoying watching you read, and act out the story. I didn't mean to insult you or embarrass you," I replied with conviction. "It's embarrassing in a way, but again, it excites me at the same time, knowing I turn you on that easily." She was smiling now, so therefore I knew she was past the uncomfortable stage. I slid over next to her, put my arm around her shoulder and hugged her tightly. "You turn any man on." I said to her. "Why, thank you, kind sir, it's good to know this old woman hasn't lost all her charm," Rita said, pulling my head over and kissing me on the forehead. I didn't hear the car, but Rita jumped up quickly, "Walter is here," she said excitedly. She pulled at her skirt, and straightened her blouse and then turned to me, "Do I look OK?" I licked my lips and said, "You look good enough to eat." "I hope so," she said as she stuck her tongue out at me, wiggling it, and then laughing lightly before she rushed to the back door. I picked up the magazine she had been reading, and began reading. He pushed me gently, my back making contact with the silk sheets sending an electrical charge through my body. The charge slowly crept through my body as his fingers began to caress my breast. My reading was interrupted when Rita spoke, "Dan, there is someone here to see you." I looked up and Jenna was standing behind Rita. She was partially hidden, apparently by her choice. I stood and walked towards the two, asking Rita if she knew Jenna. She shook her head in the negative and I said, "Jenna, this is Rita, my aunt, and Rita, this is Jenna. Jenna is a classmate and a cheerleader." I said, directing my words to Rita. Rita turned to leave the room but Jenna spoke, "No, please don't go. I could lose my nerve if you leave me alone with him." I pointed to a chair and asked Jenna, "Would you like to sit?" She sat where I pointed and I sat on the sofa, Rita sitting beside me. I looked at Jenna and she looked distraught. She had red eyes and a puffy face, evidence she had recently been crying. She spoke slowly, almost as though she had memorized what she was to say, being very deliberate as the words came from her pale lips. "I'm sorry; I know you didn't want to see me. I have called four times in the last two days and I was told you weren't home. I don't blame you for not taking my calls." "I haven't been here for two days; I have been out of town. I was at an auction." My words seemed to have an effect on her because it appeared some of the tension left her face, especially around her mouth. "I just thought you didn't want to speak to me after talking to Carl," she said as she twisted her fingers, one hand over the other. "He said he was going to call you and tell you about me. Dan, I could have..." Her speech became inaudible and she paused a few moments before she started speaking again. "I could have a sexually transmitted disease," she admitted in a soft voice, "but the doctor told me it is highly improbable. He is the reason I am here. He told me to tell everyone I engaged in sex with to come in and be tested." "Dan, I'm sorry, I just left the doctor's office the afternoon you took me home. I was upset with myself. I saw you, teased and tempted you, and asked you to take me home. I acted spitefully because I despised all men at the time, and you just happened to be the one to come along; -- at the wrong time, I regret to say. Dan, when I left the doctor's office, I hoped I had contacted something because I wanted to hurt every man I knew. I wanted to inflict pain, which I realized was impossible, but I could possibly do something to shame them, possibly equal to the shame I felt." "Why would Carl call me?" I asked. "He said he was going to tell you about--," she stopped in mid-sentence and asked, "are you saying Carl didn't call you?" "No, why would he?" I asked again. "He was going... , " she stopped again, her face becoming pale, as she realized she was about to tell me something about herself, that I assumed she didn't want me to know. "Did he threaten to tell me about your two- day party?" I asked her, wanting her to know I knew about her sluttish behavior. She gasped and said, "That's not what happened," tears started forming in her eyes. "That's what I heard. Tell me what actually went on at your house," I said, and then added, "... for two days?" Rita touched my leg and nodded slightly as she stood. Rita left the room and returned with a box of tissues, which she gave to Jenna. Rita sat on the arm of the chair, placing an arm around her shoulders, and said, "You don't have to tell us anything. We understand it is personal." Jenna wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She looked up at Rita and said, "It wasn't a party. Mom and Dad were arguing. Dad was going to a convention and Mom said he was going to chase whores." Her last words were spoken very low. "Mom said she was going with him and they were shouting. I left them arguing and drove around for an hour. I was on my way home and stopped at the beer barn to get a six- pack of sodas. This good looking guy, from Ridgedale, was in the store. He works there but he wasn't working when we were talking." She was speaking at and talking to Rita, leaving me out of her story. "He always flirts with me and one thing led to another and I let him follow me home. I didn't expect my parents to be gone, and I tried to keep him from coming in but he grabbed my arm and pushed me back when I tried to close the door. He came in, and he was very polite, after he had pushed his way in. He asked for a soda and I got one for each of us." She had stopped crying but she was still looking up at Rita. She finally looked over at me and continued, "I went to the kitchen to get him a glass of ice, for his drink, and I guess that is when he did it. He put something in my drink because we talked a few minutes and I don't remember anything for a long time. I woke and he was lying on top of me, and I was naked. I knew I had been raped, but I couldn't get up. He gave me some more soda and when I woke again, there were two boys standing beside me, and one boy was doing it to me." I saw the tears form in her eyes again but she wasn't crying. Rita passed her the tissue box again and Jenna took more and wiped her eyes before she resumed her story. I don't remember anything specific after that, except every time I woke, one of the boys was on me, and every time they gave me more soda. The next time I remember anything was when the two girls were pushing this boy off me, and telling him he had no right to fuck me when he had the clap. I didn't know what they were talking about but they got in a big fight and the boys got pissed and left without the girls. They called a friend and she came for them. While they were waiting for her they helped me in the shower. My face was filthy, as was my body, and my hair was a sticky mess. The girls told me the boys masturbated on me before they left." She looked up at Rita and I could see pain and sympathy, for Jenna, in Rita's face as she slipped into the chair, pulling Jenna's head to her shoulder. Jenna was then crying. Rita made a drinking motion, and I went for a glass of water for Jenna. I returned and handed it to Rita, and watched as she held it to Jenna's lips. Jenna was hesitant at first, but Rita said, "It's water, that's all." Jenna drank almost the entire glass of water. Rita released her grip on Jenna's shoulders and stood, pulling the girl up to a standing position, and then walked her down the hall, presumably to the bathroom. Jenna's story didn't quite match the story Walter heard but I tended to believe hers. I wanted to know who the boy was and I knew Walter could tell me. I still wanted to know what Carl was doing at her house. Rita and Jenna had been together for over fifteen minutes when Gay and Nina came downstairs. Nina asked, "Where's mom?" "She is in her room with Jenna. I guess they are talking since they have been there over fifteen minutes," I responded to her question. Both girls spoke at once, "Jenna's here?" "Yes," I replied. "She needed to explain a few things." "Did she say why?" Nina asked, as Gay had a rather odd look on her face, since she wasn't aware of our little episode. "Gay, I'll tell you about it later." She looked from me to Nina, and then back at me. She started to ask another question but Nina pulled her, by the hand, saying she needed help with supper. Walter and I were talking about football when Rita and Jenna came back, from Rita's bedroom, or where ever they had been. Rita ran to Walter and Jenna came over to me. "Dan, I hope you accept my apology? I'm sorry for what I did." She was asking and I saw Rita had allowed her to primp, her face was now fresh and the little makeup she had applied made a major change in her appearance from an hour earlier. "I accept, but I would like to ask a couple of questions," I said as we both turned to Walter and Rita when Rita squealed. Jenna looked back at me, grinning at Rita's outburst, and said, "I explained everything to Rita and asked her to tell you. You have a nice aunt. I need to go now but thank you for listening to me, and thank you for being a friend." I knew Gay was mad because she got out of the truck as soon as I stopped at her house. She hadn't even said good night, but she had been told everything about the previous week. After supper Rita told us, Walter, Nina, Gay, and myself, what she had been told. Sonny, a boy who worked part time for Walter had dropped a pill in Jenna's drink. He was also the one who told Carl about the sex party and Carl came over to see Jenna. He had raped her, Sonny telling him how easy she was. Carl had pushed past her when she tried to close the door on him and he tore her robe off and threw her on the sofa. Jenna told Rita she just lay on the sofa and let him use her. Rita told us Carl had come to her house after he had been drinking and that is when Nina spoke up. "Carl was suspended from school last week for drinking on school grounds. He was caught after lunch because they were looking for him the period after. They found him sitting in his truck with a beer in his hand." After I left school on Monday I went to the bank and made arrangements for the necessary transfer of funds and then drove to Eddie's shop. I gave him the list of auctioned items and, as Frank asked me to do, work up a rough estimate for labor and repair parts with what he had to work with. I asked him to meet with us that evening so we could discuss moving the items and prepare some sort of a schedule, again following Frank's recommendation. That evening, Eddie and Valerie came over, and also Susan brought her baby, too. Nathan and Ida played with the baby until she was worn out and went to sleep. Nathan was like no other when it came to kids, and I saw him smiling all evening. He was beginning to have more bad days than good ones, spending much more time in bed or in the recliner. I could see his condition was beginning to take its toll on Ida too. She was beginning to look her age. Frank and Eddie were at the table working on a schedule, and Walter and I just sat and listened. Eddie asked if he could have a beer and I brought four to the table. I passed Eddie and Frank each a can and when I started to pass one to Walter I pulled it back when I saw his face. I returned two beers to the fridge and brought back two sodas. The look on Walter's face was much different; he wasn't smiling, but his frown had disappeared. Wednesday morning, I saw Ben walking to the barn and I dressed hurriedly. I heard Frank and Eddie talking about him having a girlfriend and I wanted to ask him about her. I saw him walking around with Pam Anderson at school and I wanted to see if she was his steady. I had never seen him with a girl at school until then. Ben was filling the water trough when he saw me walking toward him. I saw the big grin break out on his face and I was expecting him to tell me about his new girlfriend. I walked up to him and spoke, "Morning, Ben. That's about the biggest grin I have ever seen. What makes you so happy?" "Mom said you fucked a snake," he said happily. "What! Donna said what?" I exclaimed. That remark caught me completely off guard. "Yep, Mom said you fucked a snake. Gay and Mom were talking last night and Gay was crying. It didn't bite you did it? Is that why Gay was crying, you got bit? Did someone let go of his head?" He was serious. A year earlier I would have stormed off mad, but I knew Ben was only repeating what he heard, and he'd get things mixed up fairly regularly. I asked him, wanting to get the story straight, "Ben, just exactly what did Donna say? And no, I didn't get bit." "If you didn't get bit, then why was Gay crying? And who held the snake's head?" His smile hadn't changed; he was really enjoying this. "NO, NO, NO, I didn't fuck a snake. Just tell me what Donna said, and please use her exact words. Do you understand? Her exact words." He was nodding but the smile came off his face when he heard me say I didn't fuck the snake. "Wellllllll, she said some men, and she named you, your name too, Dan," he was nodding, his smile beaming, and he pointed to me as he spoke. "Mom told Gay some men would fuck the snake if they could get someone to hold its head." "What else did she say, Ben?" I thought I understood what he was trying to say. "Did she say anything else?" I asked again, after a long silent spell and getting no response from him. I waited for the reply I knew was coming because he was nodding and looking at me. He was thinking about his answer. "Dan, I don't think Gay liked the choice mom said she had, because Gay said she didn't want you like other men. Mom told Gay she could always look in another pasture." Ben stepped past me and broke open the bale of hay he had previously tossed from the loft, and appeared to be talking to the hay. "I have got to finish my chores because I have to hurry for breakfast." I nodded, as I walked back towards the house. I walked slowly, wondering if Gay was going to look for another boyfriend. I knew I should talk to her but I decided to wait until she wasn't mad at me. As I reached the door, I realized I hadn't asked Ben about his girlfriend. I parked in the school lot on Wednesday remembering I had to see the doctor after school for another blood test. I was pretty certain I hadn't contracted a sexual disease but I still had to make the appointment. I looked at the groups of people standing around and one person in particular caught my eye. Gay was walking toward a group of cheer leaders. I saw Lisa, with Mark's arm on her shoulder, talking to Shauna, Jo Ann, Shauna, and Jenna. Gay made a beeline straight for them. It appeared as though Gay called Jenna out because they moved away from the group about twenty feet. I could see they were serious as both were almost touching noses, by leaning toward the other when they spoke. I expected to see a fight but they surprised me, -- shocked me would be a better phrase. They hugged one another and Jenna pulled Gay, by the hand, over to the larger group, and a minute later they were all laughing. I began scratching my head, because I certainly didn't understand girls, almost fighting one minute and the next minute hugging one another. I saw a group of boys, about eight or nine, coming from the far end of the parking lot, and saw Shauna tug on Jenna's arm and point toward them. Jenna led the group as they walked to the entrance of the school. I saw Carl was with the group as they stopped at almost the same spot Jenna, and Lisa, and the others, had just left from. I got out of the truck and slowly walked towards the group, and I began picking up on bits of the conversation. As I got closer to them, I could hear Carl bragging about getting suspended for drinking. I was about fifteen feet from them when I called, "Carl." He looked up when he heard his name and before I could motion to him he started walking my way. "Hey buddy, how are you doing?" he said and I thought his words were a little slurry,. and I was certain when I smelled the beer on his breath, from a distance of five feet. "I'd like to talk to you about Jenna," I said to him, "but I'd like a little more privacy." Evidently he didn't care about the privacy because he responded, "That was one hot little bitch, wasn't she? Boy, did she squeal when I stuck it to her." I could tell he was drunk and it wasn't eight o'clock yet. This was his first day back to school and I didn't think he would make it through the day. His comment made me mad, drunk or not. I was surprised when he said, "Did she squeal for you or did you just make her moan? I saw you leaving when I drove up. You must have a little dick because she was about the tightest I ever had. She has lots to learn, though, however because she just lay there yelling. I told her she needed to take lessons from her mother because her mother knew how to fuck." I was becoming enraged because he was talking to the boys standing and listening to his every word. He was trying to impress them because most of them were lower classmen. "Did you rape her?" I asked, getting madder by the second. "Nah, it wasn't rape, but she did resist a little until I got it in her. She did beg me to let her suck my cock though. I wanted to put it in her ass but she got down on her knees begging to suck, so I let her. I just pulled her head down on it and fucked her face. She needs to learn how to breathe because she passed out when I wouldn't let her off till I came. She sure passed out good because I had to slap her a couple of times to get her breathing again." He was laughing and looked around at the boys listening to him, laughing as he did. I don't know what made me swing at him, but I did. He had six inches and fifty pounds on me, but I swung with all my might. He saw my right coming and, had he been sober I would have missed, but my fist caught him in the throat. My left made contact with the back of his hand, which was shielding his face that quick. I felt pain deep in my shoulder, and followed with another right. He was slow, because my fist made contact with his jaw as he was moving back. He fell to the ground holding his throat and making a funny noise. I heard my name called at the same instant he hit the ground. It appeared as though I knocked him down but his defensive move played a much bigger part in the fall. "Dan Weston, that will cost you a week," the principal was shouting at me. "Go to my office and wait for me," he said as he knelt beside the prone, gasping rapist. As soon as I walked into the office, Mrs. Anderson spoke, "I hear you picked on another big boy. There are boys in this school your size, or haven't you noticed?" I didn't think too much of her comment and I hated it more when she and a couple of students standing behind the counter started laughing about it. An hour later I was leaving the school for six days. After the ass chewing, I was told by the principal, "I am suspending you for five days." I was mad and said, "I need six because that will give me a break until Thanksgiving." I had been studying the calendar on the wall for the hour it took for him to talk to me. "Six it is," he said sharply. "Do you want to go for ten?" He was asking me how stupid I could be. "I'll stay with six," I said, as I stood and walked from his office. Two hours later I was leaning over the table again, my trousers hanging at my knees. The doctor called the nurse in and said, "Young Dan is GROWING UP. Give him five cc's of saline." Damn, I thought, I had two cc's the week before and I was sore for three days, what would five be like? "Yes, doctor," the nurse said, as I watched her grinning as she picked up a syringe. Getting suspended from school did not go over well with Ida and Walter. Rita and Nina stayed neutral, knowing all the circumstances, but I knew it was hard for them because they took Ida's and Walter's negative comments pretty hard. It pleased Frank because he got a day's work plus, every day of my suspension. By the time I went back to school I was happy for the rest. We contracted to have the bulk of our newly acquired equipment moved and the smaller items we transported. I screwed up two of the four trips I made to Rollins, paying dearly. I received an hour lecture the first time and about two hours the second. That is in addition to the thousand dollars it cost. The surprise to me was that Walter never mentioned the money, just the cause. I did learn two things the hard way and that is the law looks at you hard when you drive a wide load at night, and twice as hard when it is raining. The second lesson was that when you are pulling a trailer you must make wide turns. In all fairness to Walter I must admit that I had a lot to do with the two hour ass chewing. I don't think he appreciated me grinning half the time he was trying to explain the seriousness of my negligent actions. The circumstances leading to my bit of negligence were unusual however not unique. Walter arranged to get Nathan to a specialist with whom he was acquainted. After the doctor's visit he drove Nat and Ida drove to the Rollins site just to entertain the couple for the day. The farmhouse, actually a misnomer because it was more of a mansion, was open for viewing and the three looked it over. Ida and Nat were impressed and they glorified it in such a manner that Rita and Nina had to see it. Rita and Nina went to see it the next trip to Rollins and Rita fell in love with the mansion. She expressed her desire for the house but told Walter she would not live in such a place since it had no pool. Rita told Donna about it. Well, Donna insisted Frank take her the next time he went and that is how Donna came to be with us, Frank and me. I was driving the ton and a half flatbed and they were slow loading it so Frank left about an hour before Donna and I, who had made the trip specifically to see the house. The house wasn't open when we first arrived but was to be open within the hour, this being the reason for Donna riding with me. When they loaded the flatbed I instructed them to put two boxes as part of the load, thinking I might cut out one complete trip after taking inventory on the remaining equipment. The boxes were the culprits that got me the fine as they were almost a foot too wide for the highway. Luck wasn't riding with me that day because we left two hours after Frank, and before leaving Rollins I had an inside blowout, adding three hours to our late departure. An hour later, in the pouring rain, a trooper, and the DOT cited me. I drove a mile before I pulled over, remembering a restaurant with a large parking lot. It was in the middle of nowhere. I had to park the truck for the evening and Donna and I went into the restaurant and called Frank. Since we had no choice, I was to stay parked until dawn and then continue. There was a motel two hundred plus yards from the restaurant and I called and got a room for Donna and me, one room. I would have taken two rooms had they been available however there were only ten units total. We ate and then we ran to the motel; the rain had not let up. We were soaked and since we hadn't planned on staying overnight we had no extra clothing. I learned immediately Donna was not bashful or shy because she went to the bathroom and showered. She finished her shower and came out wrapped in a small towel. The towel barely coverer her essentials and she slipped into one the bed nearest the bathroom and tossed the towel on the chair beside the bed. I had a quick flash of pussy and breast and a smile from her. I showered and walked into the room wearing the remaining towel, getting into the second bed, nearest the door. We actually tried to sleep however we could hear the TV from the rooms on either side of us, as well as the voices of the people talking on one side. The voices stopped in one room, and that changed quickly because we could now hear a couple making love. We were silent for a long while and then Donna started giggling. When I heard her I started giggling also and soon we were laughing. We listened to the moans and groans and the climax, both now laughing uncontrollably. Donna stopped laughing when I got up from my bed and sat on hers. I couldn't see her in the darkness but I felt her hand as it searched, the first touch was on my leg and then her hand found my hand. She tugged lightly but it was enough for me, I knew opportunity was knocking again and I slipped into the bed beside her. I had been looking at her breasts for two years and now I was in bed with them. My hands went to her breasts immediately. I had never had my hands on breasts as large as hers. I played with her breast for many minutes, pressing them together, pulling on the large round nipples, and finally lifting the breast by those hardened points, stopping only when she cried out in pain. I raised my body hoping to see them in the darkened room but the pressure she applied to the back of my head directed my mouth to a hard nipple. I began sucking her nipple, much fatter than any nipple I had pleasured myself with before that time. I didn't think about her still feeding the baby and I sucked for about three minutes before I got my first mouthful of the baby's food. I pulled away quickly and she pulled my head to the milk enlarged nipple. The taste was different but it excited me, not remembering being a child. I adapted quickly to the liquid and its unique taste and I loved it. I sucked harder and she finally pushed me from her breast, claiming I was too rough. My head was buried under the rough sheet and I kissed Donna's soft skin as I kissed lower and lower. She was so soft and her stomach was not tight and flat like a young girl but her softness was stimulating. I clutched a fistful of her skin, caressed it with my free hand and reined soft kisses on it with my lips and I found it to be a means to a new high. I pushed and tugged on the loose flesh, kissing it tenderly, and wetting it with my saliva as I dragged my tongue over her softness while she tried unsuccessfully to push my hands and mouth from her body. I resisted her and did as I pleased until I had a finger in her slit. The sound came from her mouth moments after I pressed a finger inside her opening. I was working in the dark and her clitoris was erect and hard, as my rough finger passed over it, drawing the sound from her. I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked gently, using my finger as a guide in the darkness. Donna was trying to push my head, although fruitless, and when my mouth made the first contact with her pussy I heard her mumbling, "That is the first... no one... oh shitttttttttttttt." The words coming in a whining tone. I found her outer lips and pulled them wide as I buried my face in her wetness, my tongue searching wildly and when my tongue found her clit her body stiffened and she started raising her pubis against my face, her motions became jerky. "Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She let out moans, each getting longer and louder. My prick was hard and I moved up and pressed her legs wide and she guided my prick into her opening. I was hard and near erupting and I took no chances, I plunged into her body, burying my short length inside her pussy. She was wet and loose and very vocal as I entered her, our bodies became almost as one as they became together. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, as I started pumping into her and she raised her pubis to meet each of my down strokes. I didn't last two dozen strokes before my juices shot into her loose pussy. She had amazing strength as she met each thrust with an opposing drive, her body lifting high from the bed; bringing me to my highest peak in months. I went soft, almost as fast as I had become hard, and fell from her body; I rested beside her while I reclaimed my breath. I lay beside her many minutes before I had the strength to place a hand on her breast. She promptly pushed it aside and slipped from the bed and entered the bathroom. She was in the bathroom almost thirty minutes before I heard the shower. I had an urge to join her but I was fearful she would object. I turned the TV on, muting the volume, and stretched out on her bed. I watched the tube for about two minutes before jumping up and going into the bathroom. I was stepping into the shower when her hand began pushing on my shoulder, attempting to push me from the shower. I grasped her hand and stepped into the enclosure with her. "No, we can't," she said as she began pushing against me with the opposite hand. I looked at her a moment, before speaking, "Yes we can. We just made love so I can't see any reason for us not showering together." "I shouldn't have. It was wrong. You are my daughter's boyfriend and lover. I can't do that to Gay." She was now trying to get out of the shower. I spoke softly when I replied to her statement, "I am not your daughter's lover." "But the two of you have..." she said before I interrupted her. "The two of us are real good friends but we are not lovers. We have never made love." I placed my hand under her chin, turning her face to me when I made the last remark. "You mean you have never --?" She looked into my eyes as she was speaking and the look she gave me was serious. "You have never fu--" she almost said the word but stopped and then said, "You have never made love to Gay, not once?" She appeared as though a great weight was lifted when I said, "No, not once, not twice, and not ever. Would she tell you if we had made love?" "I don't think she would tell," she said. "You have never asked?" I said. "No, I never asked because I thought --, I thought you had. She said you spent the weekend with her, and she has stayed at your house at least six times, and I just assumed--," she let the question fade out as she looked at a spot on the shower curtain. She was looking at the curtain, her finger scratching a mark, and I was gazing over her body as she seemed in deep thought. I looked closely at her breasts, noticing they sagged a little, but for their size they looked excellent after feeding seven children. Her nipples were the size of a dime, or maybe a little larger, and they were about a half inch long. They were erect also, and very dark. My eyes went lower and I gazed at her puffy belly, the skin looking so soft and stretched by nature; that was to be expected inasmuch as she had seven little ones calling her mom. There were stretch marks on her stomach, resembling fingers coming from the direction of her pussy, which was surrounded by a mass of black hair with a few strands of gray woven in. These marks made her appearance somewhat less attractive than she had been in earlier years but she looked sexy as hell, all the while trying to hide her body from my view. I was staring at her and seeing an incredible looking woman of thirty-five, give or take, and I knew she had been a beauty when she was twenty. I tried to visualize what she looked like at twenty and I began comparing her to Gay and in my mind I knew Gay would be on the short side. I pulled her to me, my prick resting between her ass cheeks, and began soaping her body. She offered no resistance as I began at her breasts and ended at her pussy. Those were the only two parts of her body washed before I led her from the shower, toweled her quickly, and led her to the bed. I toyed with her body for three hours, used her body would be a better term. I was the first to go down on her and she loved it. I made the trip three times before we slept. Frank had never tried and she had never asked him to service her pussy with his mouth, although she said he loved blowjobs and she gave him blowjobs often. She had never swallowed cum until she swallowed mine and that was because I left her no alternative, I held her head firmly over my shooting prick as I erupted, not allowing her a choice. I thought it odd she had never been fucked in a motel however she had fucked in the barn, hayloft, on a tractor, on the combine, in the pickup bed and numerous times in the back seat of the station wagon. She had let four of the Mex's fuck her one night when Frank was drunk, out of pure spite. Frank had come from town and had started drinking while in town. She knew Frank had a girl friend he saw about every two weeks, and she knew he had seen her that afternoon. She had about a dozen quickies with various men since she had married, and she knew three of her children were incestuous. She was easier than Pamela Robertson, to manipulate to the point where she would give out private information about herself. I got this information while sucking and licking her pussy, teasing her to the point of orgasm, always delaying the orgasm to get the answer to a question. She finally appealed to me to let her reach her orgasm by promising to answer any question I wanted to ask. She kept her word because I asked a dozen questions before we finally slept and she answered each one. ------- Chapter 11 The period starting with my suspension through Christmas was probably the worst time in my life. Frank and Eddie decided the maintenance area wasn't large enough in the barn so they built a large shop, using the lumber from the auction. I helped lay the forms and prepare the area for the contractor to come in and pour the flooring and we had the building ready in just over three weeks, due to rain delays and allowing time for the cement to set. I hated the days as it was either windy or cold or either it was wet. The best part was when Frank hired Lisa's father and he began doing much of the work Frank normally had me doing. Lisa got off the bus every evening and stayed with her father until he finished for the day and we became pretty close. After the first week I began to see a different side of him and Walter told me one evening Damon, Lisa's father, was an excellent mechanic and jack of all trades. He began drinking when he lost his job and things went downhill for him and his family. Damon had a way of asking for help do the same things where Frank always told me to do them. Needless to say, I got along with Damon and our friendship began growing. I got up the last day of school, before Christmas break and went downstairs, expecting to see Rita only. When I walked into the kitchen I found I was the last up as Nat and Ida were sitting at the table and Nina and Rita were near the sink. They were washing up the breakfast dishes, as Walter stood nearby drinking coffee. I wondered what was happening and I was informed Nat had had a reaction to his new medication and they were going to see the new doctor. "But what about your weekend?" I asked Walter because they had planned to spend the weekend with his parents. Walter said, "Well we are leaving a day early and Nina is going with us. You will be alone for the weekend but I'm sure you will get by." "Sure, I'll make it." I had no doubt about that and I thought the time alone would be pretty nice as I needed to get a couple of presents wrapped and I wanted to buy a special gift for Nina. Rita spoke and reminded me, "Frank and Donna are leaving early this morning for their visit so you have the chores all by yourself." She was grinning because she knew I hated it when Ben wasn't around. I didn't mind so much helping but I hated doing them by myself. I stuck my tongue out at her and said, "Well I better get started because I need to get those cows fed before school starts." I shouldn't have said that because they started laughing at me. Nina walked to the stove and took a plate from the oven and handed it to me. "Here, better eat before you forget." I gave her a funny look as I took the biscuits and bacon and sat beside Nat. They said their goodbyes as I ate my breakfast. As soon as they were out the door the house seemed empty, just like it did when mom left me alone for the day. I finished my breakfast and cleaned my mess and began thinking about my mother. The feeding passed quickly as I was thinking about her while I fed the stock. I wondered if she could see me and know how I was doing. I wondered if she was proud of me and I wished she could be with me, because I never worried when she was near. I thought about mom all morning and when I left school at lunch I felt like she was riding with me. Somehow I made it back to the farm because I didn't remember any of the drive. I was sitting in the truck and I suddenly realized why mom came to my mind. Our last Christmas together started out the same way, she went to the doctor and left me alone and I had to get myself ready for school. I thought about it for a few minutes and realized that was the beginning of her illness and a few months later I was becoming accustomed to being alone more and more, as her trips to the doctor came more often. I sat quietly for many minutes and finally I stepped out of the truck, letting the cold rain hit me. Enough of this feeling sorry for yourself, I thought as I rushed into the house to change. Damon would be expecting me to help him. I walked into the house and saw the light blinking, indicating a message on the machine. I pushed the button and heard Damon's voice. "Rita, my mom was admitted to the hospital and we are going to see about her. We are taking the smaller kids but would you let Lisa spend the weekend with Nina? I will call and let you know when I can return. Thanks a bunch." The second message came on and Eddie was speaking, "Rita, Dan, anyone, I just received a call from Damon and since he won't be there I will not come out today. It's too wet to plow anyway. Don't forget, we are expecting you for an early supper Monday, about four. Call us." The machine started rewinding. I walked upstairs and changed clothes and when I returned downstairs I decided to give Eddie a call and tell him about Nat. I picked up the phone and dialed and when I held the receiver to my ear it was silent. I touched the switch and it remained silent. I made another attempt and I knew the phone was out of order as I replaced the receiver in the cradle. I ran to the shop, getting a little wet, and looked around to see what I could do. Damon and I had been cleaning parts and I picked up where we left off the evening before. I worked for a long while and finished what we were working on. I looked outside and it was still raining hard and I started putting the tools away. I had my back to the door when I heard it open and heard the rain. I turned and Lisa was standing in the door and she looked like a drowned rat. We just stood and started at one another for a few moments and I realized she was shaking, from the rain and cold. I dropped the sander and rushed to her and stopped about three feet away. Her hair was plastered to her head and her coat was soaked. The umbrella was just a cluster of wires, the cloth missing. She was shaking and tears were coming from her eyes. I took her hand and literally dragged her to the house, getting almost as wet as she. Once inside I gave her a towel and she was so cold she didn't move. I started drying her head and then her face. I could see her chin was quivering from the cold and I wondered how to get her warm quickly. I removed her coat and her clothing was as wet as the coat. I took her hand and pulled her, leading her to the bathroom upstairs. I pushed her inside and told her to get in the shower and I would get her a robe from Nina's room, along with a towel. I searched for the long, heavy robe Nina sometimes wore but I could not locate it. I heard the shower running and I rushed downstairs to see if it was in the laundry room. I couldn't locate it. I thought about hot chocolate and put the kettle on filled with water and went upstairs. I searched more however I could not find the robe and I went to my room and found my robe. It wasn't as long and was much lighter however I knew it was better than nothing. I grabbed the robe and stopped at the linen closet and picked out the largest towel I could find. I heard the shower running as I knocked on the door. I opened it a few inches to look in and saw the shower curtain lying in the floor and Lisa lying in the tub, the water cascading down on her tiny body. "Lisa!" I shouted as I rushed into the room. Her arms had been folded under her small breasts and her arms went outstretched as she jumped and tried to stand. I rushed to her side and said excitedly, "What happened! Are you OK?" She was moving slowly and seemed to be struggling to stand. I leaned to her, taking the closest hand, and helped her to stand. My eyes scanned her naked body quickly and her image was implanted in my memory. Her small breasts were round and firm and showed no signs of a hint of drooping. Her tiny nipples were pointed and erect and the small patch of blonde hair barely covered her pussy. Her stomach, showed the small hint of a tan line just below her navel, matching the color of her breasts. Her navel looked odd and at the second look I saw a ring connected to her body. I shut the water off and passed the towel to her, stepping back. I took one more look at her body and watched a moment as she started drying herself. Realizing she was OK I backed out of the room, my eyes quickly scanning her body once again. I was leaning against the door and became aware my clothing was wet; I went to my room and changed into sweats. I didn't put on shorts or a T-shirt, rushing as I heard the noisy teapot screaming on the stove. I rushed to the kitchen and turned the stove off, removing the screaming pot of water. I placed cocoa in two mugs and filled them with water. I sat the mugs on the table and called to Lisa. She came into the room looking so small, wrapped in my robe. "It is a little large on me," she said. These were her first words and I could tell she was still cold. I pushed a mug of cocoa towards her and she picked it up quickly and took a small sip. "It's nice and warm," she said, and took another sip. "I don't know what I would have done if you had not been here," she said, still taking small sips of the warm chocolate drink. "How did you get here? Did you walk all the way from your house, over two miles?" I asked. "I tried to telephone you but you didn't answer so I thought you may have been in the shop." She was steadily sipping from the mug. "I had to do something because our power went out while I was trying to phone you. Anyway, dad left a note and said I was to stay with Nina for the weekend." "I am the only one here this weekend," I said, drawing an uncertain look from her. "The rest are at Walter's parents for the weekend, and Nathan was to see the doctor today." She got a little pale, looked at her cocoa and then back at me. "What am I going to do then, I can't go home." "I guess you can stay here, that is if you trust me. We will make out pretty good; at least we have electricity and heat." I was a little worried as I spoke, wondering what she was thinking. "It's OK by me, I guess it will be alright, I can't think of anything better." She was sipping and looking around, careful not to look at me. "We need to get your clothes washed and dried," I said, taking the empty mug she sat on the table. "It will only take a minute, do you want more?" I asked finishing the mug I was drinking from. "No, but thank you, I should wash my clothes." She was looking for a washer I presumed. I stood and showed her the washer and dryer and she left the room. Returning a few minutes later carrying an armload of wet clothes, she asked, "Do you want you wet clothes washed with mine?" I knew she was just being polite. I replied, "No, that's OK, we will just wash yours, and maybe later we can wash mine." I could see Lisa was still cold and I went for a blanket to help her get warm. I tossed the blanket to her and said, "I almost forgot, I have to feed the livestock," turning and walking to the stairway. "It won't take me long." I changed clothes and noticed she was wrapped in the blanket as I walked past her, dreading going back out in the rain. I rushed to the barn and cursed under my breath when I had to climb up to the loft to drop hay. I dropped the hay and fed and watered the stock, and repaired a hole where a sheet of tin had blown off. The repair job took much longer than I expected, the wind making it difficult to hold and nail. I was soaked and cold when I finished and ran back to the house. Lisa had prepared our supper while I had been working and after I changed again we sat and ate, neither speaking throughout the hastily prepared meal. The lights had flickered one time during our meal and I opened our stock of emergency candles, just in case we needed them later. It turned out we did need them later. Lisa had just transferred her clothes to the dryer and it ran for five minutes and suddenly it was dark. The room was in total darkness when I heard her speak, "Damn, I knew I should have put my clothes in the dryer earlier." Her clothes had remained in the washer over an hour before she had placed them in the dryer. We were sitting on the sofa, drinking cocoa and watching the weather channel when the power went off. I lit the candle nearest me and walked through out the room lighting six total. There was enough light for us to see but, quite noticeably, the room was getting cooler. Taking the flashlight, I walked to the storage room and pulled two more blankets from the shelf, and two pillows. I tossed a pillow and blanket to her and sat back on the sofa. She was leaning her back against one end and I leaned on the other. We had been talking, while sitting in that position for half an hour. I don't remember going to sleep but when I woke it was light outside. It was raining still, but not heavy, and the wind seemed to have stopped. I was still leaned against the end of the sofa and Lisa was on the far end. There was a change in her position however, a major change. Lisa had thrown one blanket in the floor and was hugging the pillow. Her moaning had apparently awakened me because she was moaning, and squeezing the pillow, with one hand and the other was busy working a finger in and out of her pussy. She was lying on the sofa, her legs pulled up, almost touching her small round ass as she pushed a finger inside her hole, moaning as she forced the digit inside her body. I watched her and as she moaned I felt myself growing inside my sweats. One blanket was covering her chest, but mostly hanging in the floor and the robe had fallen around her hips giving me full view of her opening. Her finger was wet as it moved in and out and her sounds became louder. I felt my face becoming flushed as I watched and when her moaning became much louder I slowly slipped from the sofa and walked into the kitchen. I didn't want her to catch me looking at her because it would be too embarrassing. I had to strike a match to light the stove and I put the kettle of water on and walked to the stairs. I walked half way up the stairs and stopped, looking back at her, still working her finger in her pussy. I watched for a few moments and then went to the bathroom. It took a while for my erection to deflate enough for me to piss, but I thought about her on the sofa and I became erect once again. I started stroking my prick and thinking about her on the sofa. I took a dozen strokes and my prick erupted. The first spurt hit the water tank and I managed to direct the next three spurts into the toilet. I was cleaning up my erratic spray when the kettle started screeching and I rushed to get back to the kitchen and silence the noise, lest Lisa be awakened. I reached the top of the stairs and the noise stopped. I stopped and listened for a moment, and hearing Lisa, I went to my room to change. I didn't want her to see me for fear of her knowing I had been watching her masturbate in her sleep. I dressed for the morning chores and slipped outside without her seeing me. I did the chores and then began looking around for any damage caused by the high winds. I noticed my repair job had been effective as there was no additional water in the barn. I was pleased and checked the new shop and all was well there also. The surprise was the shortcut to Frank and Gay's was no longer passable, unless one had a boat. The small stream, normally eight feet wide, was now about a hundred feet wide and the man made crossing over the ditch was under water. I walked down near the pond and saw it was now a lake and our high spot was also under water. I walked back to the house and went to the front. What had been an open field the morning before, when I drove to school was now a lake. I saw immediately why we had no power as one of the trees along the side of the drive had blown over and it had fallen on the power line. I looked at the water crossing the driveway and guessed it to be about fifteen feet high, at the deepest point. The tree across the line was at the deepest point. There were four trees down, but only one had caused the damage. I walked back to the house and suddenly it hit me, we were on an island. The water was in front of the house and behind the house and I knew the land on either side was lower still. I went inside and Lisa had breakfast waiting. I explained our situation to her as we ate. "Dan, you need to call someone. The phone in you truck will work, won't it?" I had finished eating and was watching her pour water from the kettle into the sink to wash the dishes. I forgot about using that phone and said, "Yes, it will work and I guess I should call Rita and Walter." Five hours later I was sitting at the table eating sandwiches Lisa had prepared. I had spent the morning following Eddie's instructions, after Walter had called him. I had disconnected the power meter and pulled a small generator next to the house. I was relayed instructions from Eddie, through Lisa on what wires to loosen and connect to the portable generator and we had power. We had enough power to run the refrigerator, and a couple of lights and the hot water tank, as well as the water pump. More rain was forecasted and Eddie had said it may take three days for the water to subside. It seemed funny talking on the phone to Eddie as her was on one end of our driveway while I was on the other. We could see one another and yet we were on the phone talking. Had it not been for Eddie I don't know what we would have done or how we would have made it. Lisa had adapted quickly to our plight however I was put out. She had fixed a good supper and we were sitting in the family room, all the lights out as we were watching the weather channel, when she moved from her end of the sofa and sat beside me. We watched the weather for a while and she asked to watch something else after we saw the same thing three times. Rain predicted, and more rain, it didn't make for a good feeling inside. Lisa, being the smallest cheerleader on the squad, was wearing Nina's clothes and Nina was two sizes larger, Lisa informed me, during the afternoon as I watched her adjusting a skirt. She had moved and her body was pressed against mine, both under the comforter for warmth, when she leaned forward and caught me looking down her blouse. It was pretty dark in the room, just the light from one candle and the television, and she commented about my looking. "It's the smallest blouse I could find, and I can't help it if I am not built like Nina." She seemed as though she was apologizing for her size. I could feel myself blushing, at having been caught looking as well as her comment, "I think you are a good size. I wasn't complaining." I was trying to justify myself for looking but she wasn't buying it I knew. "Nina is much larger and I told you it was the smallest blouse I could find," she said as she sat back in the same position as before. I knew she was referring to the size of her breasts. I said, "I told you that you are perfect and I wouldn't like you any other way." I wanted to change the conversation because I don't know how it got started. "You have been watching every move I have made all afternoon and you are embarrassing me," she said as she pulled the comforter over her face. This was true because I had been especially watchful all afternoon. I watched every move she made because many times I would get a quick flash of a breast and a few times I had seen her entire breasts including her tiny nipples, as well as the times she leaned over with my food and again when she had filled and refilled my drink. Luckily, I had made another trip to the bathroom before supper and stroked my prick, shooting my load into the toilet for the second time that day. I pulled the comforter from her face, lowering it to her waist. I could see her hard nipples pressing against the material of Nina's shirt and I touched a point, dragging my fingertip across it. The reaction was what I expected, a sharp intake of breath. I cupped the small mound and tenderly massaged one breast as I slipped my hand under her blouse, capturing the second mound. My prick jumped and she placed a hand over each of mine. Lisa's words shocked me because I thought I was going to get to enjoy her body. "Dan, no please, please don't. Dan, Gay, and Nina are my friends and they both love you. I can't do this to them, and I couldn't even if they weren't. I don't love you and it would only be sex." I kept my hand on her bare breast; however I removed the hand on her blouse. I was going to speak but she continued. She looked down, seeing my hand inside her blouse, and said, "Of course if this means my father's job then --." She stopped talking and her hands went to the hem of the blouse and she lifted her arms, pulling the blouse over her head. She was now sitting beside me, my hand on one breast, while her eyes were boring into me. My free hand went to her remaining breast and as I felt the soft mounds, her words suddenly struck a nerve. I removed my hands and stared at her breasts for a few moments and, using my better judgment, reached for the blouse and gave it to her. She held the blouse for a full minute before pulling the blouse over her head and covering her breasts. She sat back against the sofa and began watching the television again. She watched about five minutes and said, "I'm sorry, Dan, but I just couldn't." She didn't look up and her eyes remained on the tube. I watched the television for a while, glancing in her direction often, and finally I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her against me, her head leaning against my chest. We watched the TV for a while and I felt her relax after a few minutes. I looked down and I could see the material on her blouse was loose and I could see down the front. It was pretty dark and I could see very little. I saw her glance down and she tensed a moment, and then relaxed again. I kept looking at the open blouse but darkness prohibited me from seeing her breast all that well. She glanced down a few times I noted. Eddie said we should be marooned three days, but it continued to rain those three days. We actually were able to leave on the sixth day. It was a pleasant time because I became bolder day by day and she became braver. I no longer tried to sneak a glance because I openly stared. She, in turn, began to position her body where I could see more. I started the second day asking to wash her back, only to get a big grin. The fourth day I actually got her to walk around for an hour without a top and the fifth day we showered together. My instructions were strict, however she allowed me to soap and rinse her entire body. We made many calls daily, always speaking to Rita, Walter, and Eddie. Eddie came out daily and we talked while looking at one another. On Christmas Day Lisa was talking to her mother and I heard her make a comment, "Mama, he has been a perfect gentleman, don't worry so much." The sixth day Eddie brought my family home. He had borrowed a big wheeler and the water came over the bottom of the truck. I was glad for fresh milk Rita had remembered. The bread was good also however I liked Lisa's homemade bread quite a bit. Eddie took Lisa with him on the trip back across the high water and just before she was assisted into the high truck she hugged me, kissed my cheek and whispered, "Thank you, I had a great time." It made me feel good and I hoped that was a start of a close relationship. I felt it was because we had shared many secrets during the five days, days which could have been very lonely. The storm had taken its toll because it had flooded Joe and Hal's house. Both houses had shifted from the foundation and both would need replacing. We celebrated Christmas three days late but we had full power once again. We opened our gifts after supper, drank eggnog, and sang carols. It was as though nothing had happened and everything was back to normal. Nat had spent two days in the hospital, a reaction to the change in his medication however he was looking, acting, and feeling much like the old Nathan. He just had to take it easy. That evening, the house was quiet and everyone was supposedly asleep, when my door opened and I looked over in time to see Nina lock it. The lights came on and I was temporarily blinded. She was standing by the door and when my eyes adjusted I could see she was modeling a new peignoir. It was red and it looked gorgeous on her. Of course anything she wore looked good on her. She twisted and turned for a full minute before I pulled the spread back, making a place for her to lie down. She smiled and turned the light out and crawled into my bed. I knew the question was coming and she wasted no time. As soon as she was in the bed she asked, "Did you fuck Lisa?" "No," I said, "I did not," and then added, "I tried." She raised and her lips came down to meet mine. We kissed deeply, our tongues probing and when the kiss broke I was as breathless as she. "Wow!" I said, "What brought that on." "You did," she said, "For being honest. I talked to her today and she told me the same thing. She said you and she also shared some secrets, would you like to share them with me?" "No, definitely not, because they are our secrets and I promise, not one involved you." I was looking her in the eye and she knew I was serious and honest. We made love and she slept cuddled in my arms. I felt warm and loved with her naked body close to me. She was holding my hand pressed against her breast when her breathing became regular; I knew she was sleeping peacefully. Nathan's new doctor was the talk of the farm. He could have pissed in Ida's soup and she would have drunk it. In all reality, I think anyone on the farm would have helped her drink it. He was, and probably would never be, the old Nathan however he was much closer to his former self than we had ever expected. Ida was looking much better and I had actually seen him pulling her towards the bedroom in the early afternoon, with a smile on his face. There was also a smile on her face as she was being pulled. Nathan's health was excellent news for me because he had been advising me for two months and I did exactly as he said and I asked no questions. As a matter of fact, I had been coasting on work on the farm and struggling at school. I struggled with my studies but socializing, I was doing great in every class. My mornings became the highlight of the day as I became as close as possible to my classmates, especially the gender known as female. Walter was just as proud of Nathan's rapid improvement, mainly because Rita had perked up and was her old self; Walter was the benefactor in her mood change as she became much more attentive to his little wishes. I was a benefactor of her good natured changes through Walter as he stopped, rather slowed on finding fault with my shortcomings. One evening, when he, Rita and myself were drinking a beer, he said it was a shame I had to go from child to adult without the benefit of being a teen. I thought he was trying to apologize for getting deep in my ass about three hours earlier. Nathan had mentioned the annual party on April Fools Day, an indication his memory hadn't left him completely, and Rita and Ida began preparing. Ida and Rita spoke to Walter about the party and Walter arranged it all. Everyone was invited, and I mean everyone. Rita had asked a couple in the grocery store while we were shopping to attend, such was the invitations. The younger kids, Gerry, Boyd and Gina, had asked me to open the pool for the party and I had agreed, providing they ready it. They did just that by working diligently for two weeks to insure the pool was clean and Frank had checked behind them, confirming it was ready for use. The party was in full swing and Nathan was in his glory. I think he had given every person a small gift, which was inexpensive but the important thing was Nathan remembered. His custom was to give all the children a small gift during this party but this year he had bought enough gifts for every attendee. The adults received a pen and pencil set and the kids, some type of toy. I was feeling pretty fair myself, and Gay was continually by my side. I was almost setting a record because I had stretched my record to almost four months, that's four months I hadn't done something to make her really mad at me. She was especially talkative today also. That was unusual for her. It was the last Saturday in April and daylight savings time would begin in a few hours. Nathan held a party on this day for eight of the past ten years, and this party was by far the largest and most elaborate. Walter started the hors d'oeuvres at eleven and two hours later, they were still being passed around. The meal was to be served at five and I knew it would be on time. Walter would certainly insure that. I heard Rita and Walter whispering earlier and I knew they planned on making an announcement this evening. I was watching the kids swim, paying particular attention to the hard nipples caused by the cold water. Gay was sitting in the chair with me, having seen Nina share my chair on many occasions. I wondered if she was trying to keep Nina at a distance or if she really wanted to be that close. I thought it was the latter because her breast was constantly rubbing against my arm and her nipples were as hard as the girls, when they pulled themselves from the pool. It was an unseasonably hot day but the water was chilly. Donna, Gay's mother was sitting under the umbrella, on the far side of the table, holding the baby. Actually she was feeding her daughter and I was caught by Gay a few times cutting my eyes in her direction. Her breasts were full and she was trying to get the baby to feed however the baby was more interested in the activities around the pool, or napping. Gay had elbowed me a few times as I watched her mother trying to place the nipple in the baby's mouth. Donna certainly had a nice chest, and I remembered it well. Gay was suddenly embarrassed by Donna, when Donna said, "Honey, would you drive me home please, I need the pump?" She spoke well above a whisper. "Mama, please!" Gay exclaimed, "Do you have to announce it to everyone?" I thought I had heard her say something a few moments before, but my mind was split, my eyes were watching Donna trying to stuff her nipple in the baby's mouth and my hand was under Gay's cutoff blouse lightly caressing her braless breast. Our position was so that Gay's body was blocking Donna from seeing my hand, or so I thought. I was certain she couldn't see through the table because she would have seen Gay's fingers teasing my erection over my trousers. I felt my face redden as I watched Gay's get red. Donna said, "You would have heard me if you didn't have your mind on getting your breasts brushed and your hand wasn't between his legs. If you two go much further you will be making love in front of all the kids." "MAMA!" Gay shouted as she stood quickly. She walked from the pool in the direction of the station wagon. Donna said, "I'm sorry Dan, but the two of you were lost in you own little world for a few minutes." She was smiling as she rose and followed in the same direction as Gay. She dropped a blanket as she stood and didn't notice until she was at the wagon. I saw the blanket and picked it up; I needed it to shield the erection I was sporting. She saw me coming with it and was sitting in the station wagon when I finally completed the trip to her door while taking my time. She looked at the protrusion and her eyes shifted to mine, smiling as she turned to speak to Gay. I needed to relieve myself and my erection lead me as I walked to the back door. ------- Chapter 12 Just as I reached the back door, it sprang open. Nina was leading followed closely by Jenna, and Shauna, each wearing small bikinis. I was going to get a drink and go to my room however Rita and Fran were in the kitchen so I skipped the drink, needing to take care of the stiff before it drew too much attention. I reached the bottom of the steps and stood back as Jo Ann and Lisa came charging down, also dressed for the pool. I checked the stairs and they were clear, so I proceeded up. I walked down the hall and noticed Nina's door was open. I stopped and looked in, surprised to see a rounded ass, covered by a small piece of cloth, aimed directly at me. This did nothing to alleviate the erection I needed to relieve. I watched as Gerry was looking under the bed, her round ass looking excellent. I was caught because the ass had me staring and I didn't notice when Gerry moved back and saw me watching her. She wasn't the least bit bashful as she stood and turned to me, topless. "They hid my top," she said as she stood beside the bed. I was looking at her breasts as I asked, "Do you need some help looking for it?" "Well it's not where you are looking, or I would be downstairs with the rest." She was smiling and making no effort to cover her breasts. Minutes before I had been looking at Donna's breasts and touching Gay's, however as I stared at Gerry I knew I had never seen a pair of tits that even closely compared to their beauty. Her breasts were captivating and she was making no effort to conceal them. When her hands went to the mounds it appeared as though she was offering them to me. I didn't know I was moving forward until I realized I had my hands covering them. They were soft, yet firm and I felt it imperative to get my mouth on them. I pushed her back where she had no option other than falling back on the bed. I lowered my mouth to the closest and began sucking on the enlarged nipple. Gerry's nipple was the size of a white seedless grape. I curled my lips around it and sucked, gentle, hard, and then again gentle. My eyes wouldn't leave the sight before me, seeing a small grapefruit, attached to a ripe fig and topped with a grape. My prick was jumping as I sucked the grape while sliding my hand inside her bikini bottom, covering her pussy with my fingers. I knew opportunity was knocking again because my fingers touching her slit was like a signal; her legs spread and I slipped a finger inside her. She was wet and one finger was joined by another and then another. I started finger fucking her, her breathing becoming heavier. Damn, but she was a hot one. Her tongue was driving me crazy as it traced every inch of my ear, her teeth nipping my ear gently, heightening the passion between us. Gerry's hands became busy on my belt and the buttons on my slacks, after I pulled the strings holding her bikini bottom loose. Her skin felt soft, almost like the softness inside her pussy, as I loosened the strings, touching the skin only just enough to cause goose bumps to form on her sides and belly. I was lost, having but one thing on my mind. She pushed against my head while murmuring, "Your pants-, your pants -." She used the few seconds I took to remove my slacks and shorts to move to the center of the bed. Our bodies made contact again when I lay across her warm, trembling body, the first contact being her hand on my prick. I positioned myself between her legs and she settled to get comfortable as she guided my prick to her opening. My weight forced the crown of my prick into her wet slit and I froze when I felt her stiffen. I was staring in her face and I could feel her belly and pelvic areas moving ever so slowly. She was staring back at me and I saw her expression changing slowly. She began to smile and spread her legs wider allowing my prick to bury itself to a greater depth. I was watching her face and when I was fully into her she raised her legs and locked them around my back. I wanted to plunge into her but she asked, "Please, don't rush, just move slow for me?" I almost lost control a couple of times during the next fifteen minutes but she was as aware of my body as was I and each time I froze, she did the same which made our coupling that much more fantastic. Her body seemed to read mine as we were barely moving, our bodies connecting as though they were precision honed. My hands found each sensual point on her body and her responding with moans and groans while they traveled indicated the level of pleasure she was receiving. She had shuddered through two small orgasms and her moves were getting more urgent. She released her legs from the restrictive position and began working her pubis around my prick. I lifted her legs to my shoulders and started driving hard into her, slow at first and becoming faster. I was as close to the edge as she and I began driving my body into hers, using as much force as I could muster. Her moans were much louder and her fingers were digging into my back, pulling me tightly against her as the tension began building in her body. She made a muffled whine as she reached her peak and when I felt her pussy pulse I couldn't control my actions any longer; I erupted into her love nest. I felt my prick pulse four times and each time her fingers dug into my back. I slowed my moving almost to a halt, getting as much pleasure from my deflating prick as possible. When I finally slipped from her she was smiling and pulled my face to hers, kissing me, while gasping for breath. Minutes later we were lying beside one another, our breathing almost back to normal. I was caressing a breast with one hand while the other held her head steady as our lips were pressed firmly together. I broke the kiss and relaxed my arm, allowing her head to fall on the pillow. I looked at her and saw her staring in my eyes, a grin forming on her face. "Do I look better up close or from two hundred yards?" Gerry asked. My question was answered because I had wondered if she knew I had watched her, sitting in the truck with Nathan, a dozen times the summer past. Nathan made a comment on one of the occasions about how she was filling out in all the right places. I felt my face redden as I answered, "You look much better up close." She took my hand and squeezed it gently. "I got excited every time I knew you were looking at me, and each time I wished you would come down and make love to me, just like we did a few minutes ago. "The first time I saw you I wanted to get you in bed, but Nina beat me to it." Gerry was gently maneuvering my hand across her soft belly as she was speaking, causing little goose bumps to pop up on her stomach. Gerry pulled my head to her breast and guided her nipple into my mouth as though I was a baby. I was looking up at her and her mouth was formed as an 'O'. I felt her body stiffen when my lips made contact and she took a lungful of air. The expression on her face changed and she smiled, and the air was released slowly when I started sucking the hard knob. I was sucking her breasts, alternating one to the other, when she said, "Gay wants you to herself but Gina said we should share you." It took a minute for her words to sink in and I propped up on an elbow, her nipple fully extended and popping from my mouth. I asked, "Gina, your sister, but she's only," I paused to try to remember how old her sister was. "Fourteen, I know, but she would be here in my place if she could. We talk about you all the time and Gay really gets mad. Mom told Gay if she didn't take the bull by the horns soon someone else was going to get you." She was looking up at me, her hand holding my hand to her breast, but I could see she was serious. "You mean you and your sisters talk about me in front of your mother?" I asked wondering what other conversations I was mentioned in. "Mom talks about you all the time. She makes Gay mad when she tells her that she should be tolerant and understanding and accept you the way you are. She keeps reminding Gay she is not perfect either and that really makes my sister mad." She was speaking very frank however I couldn't believe they were talking about me en masse. "What does Frank say about this talk and what other conversations have I been included in?" I asked, hoping for an answer since she was talking so freely. She was grinning as she quickly pulled my head down and kissed me lightly and quickly on the lips and said, "Dad is not around when we have our talks. He knows when we talk about you because he said mom wears him out that night in bed. Dad tells mom she is hot for you body and that makes Gay mad too. Dad told Gay you had more morals than the other boys he knew and he laughs when he tells her you will even take an ass whipping and remain discreet." She was chuckling now, and her motions were causing her breasts to shake on her chest, similar to jello--, like jello shakes in a bowl. Her expression changed to serious when she said, "Mom said you will be the best catch around, with this farm and also so nice and easy going. You have the best farm in the county and you weren't like the rest of the boys around here, not wild and always out drinking and getting into trouble." I asked, "Your mom calls me a good catch? Why does she think that?" She was looking at the ceiling, I assumed looking for words. She took a deep breath and released it before she spoke. "Mom said every woman looks for a good man to take care of her, to love her, and to give her things." She paused a few seconds before continuing, "To give her good things like little presents sometimes but mainly a nice house, treat her with respect and not abuse her, and provide for her." I asked, "Is that all?" She studied me for a minute, and said, "Mom told Gay she should make every effort to get you to marry her because you met all the expectations a girl looked for. She said you also care for Gay more than the other girls because you treated her with a great deal of respect." "What does your dad say about this," I asked her. "Dad said you were the nicest boy around, not too bright at times, but you had a good heart, and he would be happy to have you for a son-in-law, to any of his daughters." She looked away as she mentioned me not being too bright. "To any of his daughters, what does he mean by that?" I questioned. "Mom was fourteen when he married her and he said it was high time Gina started looking for a husband. I heard him tell her not to rule you out, that is until you were married," she said and chuckled before she continued, "He said that a few times in front of Gay because he knew it ruffled Gay's feathers. Dad talks to Gina like that all the time; he calls her his baby and this makes Gina mad." I stopped asking questions when she began kissing me, her lips moving lightly across my barren chest, continuing down to my navel, where her pointed tongue traced the edges, causing me to tremble. I started breathing deeper as she went lower and when her lips touched the head of my prick I gasped and inhaled deeply, her light touch sending a chill through my body. I heard myself moan when her mouth closed over my prick and I felt it growing in her mouth. I was fully erect when she moaned, the vibrations made by her mouth causing me to groan with pleasure. I almost came in her mouth when she looked up at me, her eyes locked on mine and my prick in her mouth. It was the most erotic feeling and I felt my prick jump. She felt it also because she quickly released my erection and moved up on the bed, placing a leg on either side of my body. Erotic is the only expression I could think of as I watched Gerry lower her pussy over my prick. She spread her lips and lowered herself gently until my crown was encased in her love nest. Our eyes met and she smiled as she slowly lowered her body over my shaft, watching my face all the while. I was motionless, holding my breath, until she was fully seated and our pubic hairs were mingled; I slowly released the breath I had been holding and my groans were barely audible. She placed my hands on her breasts and her hands on my shoulders. We maintained that contact as she worked her body, lifting and falling, burying and retracting my prick. She was leaning forward and I knew her clit was being touched because her movements were not uniform, many plunges she stopped halfway and trembled, before continuing. She came quick and I held her breasts, her hard nipples pressing into my palms. She rolled to the side, her breathing irregular, and I pulled her close until she relaxed. Her lips were raised and she waited for me to meet her. I lowered my lips to touch hers and she smiled and laid back, her eyes watching me and a big smile on her face. I didn't hear Nina until she was almost at her door, just her voice as she called out to Gerry, "Didn't you find your top yet?" I started to leap off the bed but Nina walked through the doorway before I had a chance. I was caught with one foot on the floor, my dick hanging semi erect, still wet from Gerry's juices. That was where I saw Nina's eyes were directed. She didn't say anything, but I wished she had. She just walked over to the foot of the bed and lifted the spread, picked up Gerry's top and tossed it to her. Nina walked to the door, taking one quick glance in my direction, before walking out of sight. The number of people gathered had doubled in the two hours I was inside. Many of them I knew just by sight, having seen them in town or here at the farm on different occasions. I saw many of the smaller kids with hotdogs so I assumed Walter felt they couldn't wait. I saw Walter and Eddie shaking hands and Walter seemed happy about whatever they were shaking over. I didn't see Gay until she took my hand and pulled me to the side of the building where we were alone. It was unlike her to initiate anything but she pulled my head to hers and kissed me. It was a loving kiss and her tongue made its way inside my mouth searching. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against my body, as our tongues twisted and dueled. She was breathing heavily when she pushed back and said, "I got the letter today and I have a full scholarship." She didn't seem all that pleased and I guess she saw the concerned look on my face. I said, "You don't seem to be all that happy about it. I thought you would be jumping for joy if you got a scholarship." Gay said, "The scholarship is for a college in Missouri. I don't think I want to go that far." "What did Frank and Donna say about it?" I asked. "Dad doesn't know yet and mama is excited about it. The letter was in the box when we went home earlier. Where were you anyway, I have been looking for you for an hour?" she asked. "I was upstairs," I replied. "Mama and I were looking for Gerry also, we wanted to tell her. Do you know where she is?" She wasn't looking at my face so I could tell a little white lie and not get caught. "I saw her earlier but I don't know where she is now." That was not a lie because I hadn't seen her since I made her go downstairs ten minutes before I came down. The kids were running and having a ball, each trying tomake more noise than the others. I saw Walter talking to Rita, Fran, and Gay and I knew Gay had mentioned the scholarship. I looked around and saw Donna and Gerry in deep conversation, Donna finally leading her towards Walter and the others. Gina saw her mother and sister and I watched as she pushed through the people moving towards her mother. When Gerry saw her sister she left her mother and rushed to her sister. They spoke a few words and Gerry pulled her from the crowd of people and they were apart from everyone else when I saw Gerry leaning close to her sister's ear. I saw Gina throw up her arms and grab her sister, hugging her tightly. They danced around and when they stopped they began looking around. When they saw me Gina pointed in my direction and they began hugging one another again, and then pushed through the crowd towards Donna. I had a good idea what they were talking about. Walter, Donna, and Gay were huddled together talking, while the siblings were close and listening to the conversation. I saw Donna and Gay nodding and then Walter nodded and smiled, and stepped forward and hugged Gay. Gay saw me watching her and pointed to the house. I had no problem getting to the house, standing on the edge of the mass of people numbering about one hundred or more. For Gay, it was a different problem because she had to come through the center of the group and she stopped to return words to many, as a matter of courtesy. I watched her for three or four minutes while I stood at the back door and finally pulled a cold beer from the refrigerator and sat at the table to wait. I was sitting at the table when a crowd of women came in and started removing bowls from the fridge, removing the tops and taking them outside. Obviously these were specially prepared dished because Walter had everything catered. Gay came in and, seeing the women in the kitchen, motioned for me to follow. The rooms on the lower floor were occupied and I followed her as she went up the stairs. She checked the bathroom and Nina's room, continuing to my room. I followed her inside and she closed the door and leaned against it. Her shoulders were slumped and her head was hanging low, and as she started speaking she raised it barely enough for me to see her eyes. "Dan, I had a discussion with mom, dad, Walter, and Rita, and they all say I should take the scholarship." She wasn't crying however her eyes were watered and I heard the door lock click as she slowly walked to me. "Dan, I love you, and I don't want to be apart from you for three or four years and if I take the scholarship we have only a month and three more days together." She stopped inches from me and looked at me for a long minute. Her mouth was formed to speak however she was not making any sound. We were inches apart and she jumped at me, wrapping her arms around me as her lips made contact with mine, hard. My mouth numbed, my teeth biting into my lips. I stumbled with her unexpected weight and took four or five steps backward, trying to get my balance. My legs struck the bed and we fell back, her weight falling on me, forcing air from my lungs. She moved up hastily and her lips regained contact with mine, having been separated by our fall. She was like a wild woman as she moaning and kissing and pulling on me, finally getting her arms securely around me once more. Her tongue was viciously searching my mouth and I could taste the blood from my lip. She was flattening her body against mine as she moaned and twisted, as her tongue continued its searching and wrestling with my tongue. Her body flat against mine, coupled with her constant moving, began to stir the male in me and my prick became erect and was pressing against her stomach. She obviously felt my stiffness, and her movement became deliberate as her body shifted until my prick was pressing against her mound. As she pressed her body heavily against mine, I could hear her shallow moans. My hands were free and I placed them on the globes of her ass, which caused Gay to take a quick lungful of air. My palms were on the material at the hem of her skirt but my fingers had touched bare flesh. Her shallow moans became louder, the pitch increasing, as my fingers dug into the naked flesh of her ass cheeks and she exerted more pressure against my erection. I felt her inhale as I slipped my hands under her skirt and slowly began drawing her panties down her legs. I felt her raise slightly, allowing me time to pull them to her knees. My hands found the button and zipper on her skirt and again she rose slightly, allowing me to pull the skirt to her knees. I was fumbling with my belt, under her weight, and she finally rolled off me, stripped her panties and skirt off and tossed them to the floor. Pushing my hands from my waist, she pulled my zipper and tugged on my trousers, pulling my shorts with them. She then crawled back and straddled me, my erection pressing between her legs. I heard moans and realized they were mine as she was rubbing my prick head across her slit, spreading my pre-cum as well as her juices, along her slit. She paused, spread the lips of her pussy with one hand and placed the head if my dick in her opening. I wanted to look into her eyes but they were fixed on her pussy. I looked to the spot she was looking in time to see her plunge her weight down. I watched my prick enter her body, pulling her outer lips inside her opening, and at the same time I heard the scream. I felt a snapping against my prick as she froze, my length, however small, inside her. She didn't move for over a minute and I looked up at her face. Tears were dropping from her eyes and her face was drawn, she had a bizarre expression. We barely moved for seven or eight minutes, her tears were falling freely, and she kept my prick hard. Her moans, in between her telling me I was too large, each time I moved gave me powers I didn't realize I had. After she adjusted to my prick I failed to hear her telling me I was large because she began fucking me. There was no love making, just pure raw sex because she became the mad woman again as she tried to drive her body into mine. She came three times and each time she was louder, causing me to place my hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds. She was in total control, and I was just a prick to her and her body pounded into my prick, fast for a few strokes, and then slow as her orgasms began building, and once again her body was working like a piston, as she fucked into me. I tried to caress her breasts but her hands pushed mine from her chest each time I tried. I came, as a matter of fact I came hard, but she kept working her pussy on my prick until it slipped from her and then she used her fingers to finish bring herself off one last time. She fell from me and as she lay beside me I cupped a breast in my hand, and when I tweaked her nipple I heard a low moan. I raised and took the nipple in my mouth and I sucked and kissed the breast, while she fingered herself to another orgasm. It was a few minutes before the adults and bigger kids were to eat when Walter started banging on a pan, trying to get every ones attention. It took a couple of minutes and while people were gathering around I saw Gina standing with a group of girls. I hadn't seen her all afternoon but she had a towel wrapped around her body, apparently covering her bathing suit. She waved at me and grinned, turning to a friend and they began talking. Walter was banging on the pot again and everyone became silent. He was speaking loudly, wanting everyone to hear, "I have a couple of announcements to make." There was a buzz for a moment and silence once he started speaking again, "Gay just learned today, by mail, she has been awarded a full scholarship to college." There was a round of cheers and clapping, which quieted when he raised his arms, "Fran was notified by phone this morning she has been accepted to law school." There was another round of cheering and many rushed to the two girls to offer their words of praise. Walter motioned Rita to his side and they spoke a few words. He had allowed about five minutes for people to congratulate the girls and he started banging on the pot, gaining silence; "This morning I asked Rita to be my wife." There was a long silence and I heard someone call from the rear of the group, "Did she accept?" There was a burst of laughter and Walter raised his arms again, regaining silence, "YES, SHE DID." He shouted. I was immediately happy for Rita because I thought Walter was a great guy, but I wanted to talk to Nina. We had spoken of the possibilities and she said she wanted her mom to be happy. It was time to find out how she felt now that the decision had been made. I looked around for her and didn't see her. Rita and Walter were standing in front of the line talking to each person as they came by for the food Walter had catered. I was waiting for Gay and when I saw Nina slip into the house I followed. She wasn't downstairs and I decided to try her room. She was lying across her bed sobbing. I tapped lightly on the door and walked in, stopping beside her bed. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, her face red and puffy. I was going to sit on the bed but she rose and took a step to me. She was going to start crying again or so I thought, judging from the look on her face. She did start crying. I wasn't prepared for the outburst as she started pounding her fists on my shoulders and chest while shouting at me, "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" I wrapped her arms in mine, stopping her beating on me, and held her close. She struggled but I held her tight, not allowing her to move away. She stopped resisting and laid her head on my shoulder, putting her arms around my waist. She continued crying as she held me. We stood with arms around one another for a long while, until she finally stopped crying. There was a long silence after she stopped crying before she finally spoke, "Mom said we are probably going to move. If we move Walter will be home except for one night a week, compared to three or four if we don't move. I don't want to move Dan; I want to be with you." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't imagine living here and caring for Nathan and Ida alone, and I couldn't imagine not having Nina close by. I was at a loss and fortunately Rita saved me again. She caused Nina and I to jump when she spoke, unaware she was anywhere near, "Could I talk to you two a minute, please? I know this is sudden but Walter and I need to talk to the two of you, however we are going to Walter's parents tonight and tell them about our engagement. We will be late so could we talk tomorrow afternoon, please?" She was asking and trying to explain at the same time. "There is a lot we need to discuss and it would be much better if we sat down tomorrow when we will not be disturbed. That is if it is agreeable with you?" She looked at Nina and then to me. I looked at Nina and nodded, letting her know I was agreeable. Nina looked at Rita and said, "Its OK with me, mom." Rita nodded and started walking from the room. Stopping at the door, she turned and spoke to Nina, "Honey, Walter would like for you to accompany us to visit his parents. Actually he wants to show you off, that is if you would like to go with two old folks. I know you girls were planning on the all night movie but it would mean a lot to him if you would come with us?" I was still holding Nina close and whispered in her ear, "Remember first impressions." She smiled and said to Rita, "Yes, I think I would like that." After Rita left the room Nina said, "I don't really want to go with them but I don't want to answer all the questions my friends will ask if I go to the movies. I had rather stay here with you." With that comment she raised her head and our lips met. We kissed long and hard, only to be interrupted by Walter calling her name from the bottom of the stairs. Nina rushed from the room and returned a minute or two later, smiling. At least Walter had changed her mood, for which I was glad. Nina flashed me a smile and said, "Walter wants mom and me to wear the blue dresses he bought us. Mom was correct when she said he wanted to show us off." She was cheerful as she went to her closet and pulled the dress from the hanger and laid it on the bed. "I agree with his taste," I said as I looked at the dress. I remembered seeing her wear the dress one time and she appeared to be glowing. It emphasized her bust, ass, and legs. With both women wearing the dresses I knew Walter would be walking with an erection the entire evening. Nina pushed me from her room reluctantly but I understood because when she was dressing I managed prolong her getting dressed as long as possible and tonight she was in a hurry. I passed Walter in the kitchen and he informed me they would be leaving as soon as Nina and Rita were dressed. He asked if I would check with the caterers and assist if necessary. I checked with the men and searched three refers before I found the ice they needed. After I found the ice they assured me everything was hunky dorey. I walked over to the table Eddie and Frank were sitting behind and sat, straddling a chair. They were celebrating, as usual, by hitting the hard liquor. Walter had provided assorted beverages, wanting each person to have a good time. I listened to them, looking around all the while. The women were gathered in one area and the men in another, with the exception of the two where I was sitting. I was watching Ben and Todd as they each slipped a six pack of beer into a bag and walked towards the barn. I knew they were camping by the pond and I started chuckling to myself. They were sneaking beer. I began looking for the boys and the only one I could see was Boyd and I watched him for ten minutes and finally I saw him pick up a half bottle of whiskey and slip it under his shirt. He was acting pretty cool and walked over to the sodas and picked up a six pack and started to the barn. He stopped and walked back to pick up a second six pack and drifted toward the barn. Two minutes later he was out of sight. I looked for Nat however I couldn't see him but I did see Ida wishing groups of people well as they were leaving. I was getting near dusk and the girls were putting blankets and food into two cars. Apparently this was becoming a tradition, going to all night movies. Susan and Donna came to the table and told my companions the women were going to Eddies and watch rented videos. Eddie just waved and Frank grunted. Fran had informed me earlier, while I was searching for the ice, she and Gay were going to her house so I was left to a lone house, with Ida and Nat as company. I was just watching people going left and right, and didn't realize almost everyone had left. I saw the caterers packing up the last of their equipment and loading it into their vans. One of the men came over to our table and spoke to Frank a couple of minutes and then he walked to his van. When he drove off I saw Ida standing in the doorway, looking out towards me. My thoughts were interrupted when Eddie and Frank stood and began speaking to me. My mind was somewhere else because I don't remember what they said, I only remember Eddie passing me a large cup, a strong mixed drink. I saw them walk towards the shop and I was suddenly alone, I didn't remember the girls leaving for the movie. I looked around and all the chairs were empty. Two hours earlier it had been a madhouse. I felt alone. I saw Nathan wave as he turned and walked inside, placing his hand on Ida's shoulder as he passed. I sat and looked over the empty seats and wondered how I was going to manage with just Nathan and Ida. I looked to the house and Ida was still in the doorway. I rose from the chair and started walking slowly to the house; Ida was walking to meet me. When we met she was smiling and her smile made me feel much better. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek before turning and walking to the doorway. I saw her stop in the doorway and watch me a couple of minutes before she waved, turned, and walked into the house. I don't know how long I sat on the patio but I finished the drink Frank and Eddie had left for me and was on my second can of beer when I saw Gina walk from the house. I thought the girls had left the movie early until she spoke. "Why are you just sitting out here? I have been waiting in Nina's room for you to come in," she said with a worried look. "I thought you went to the movie," I said to her, taking a drink from the can of beer. She had a mischievous look on her face when she said, "I was in the bathroom and they left without me." I remembered her and her sister talking earlier and I knew she had purposely stayed hidden until both cars left. I pushed the can towards her and she took a drink. "May I have the rest of this? I'm thirsty." She was taking another drink from the can and I went to the barrel and dipped my hand in the cold water and retrieved two more cans and sat them on the table. "Frank is in the shop," I said. "I saw he and Eddie go there a long while ago and they'll be there all night. Dad was drinking pretty heavy and he stays in the shop when he drinks a lot. Mom doesn't like for him to come in the house when he is drunk. They always get into arguments so he just stays out." Gina was hitting the can pretty heavy herself, I thought, as we sat across from one another. I began watching her as she seemed uncomfortable in the seat. I noticed she was twisting and moving and I finally asked, "Do you want to move to another location?" "Yes please," she said in a tone barely louder than a whisper. "I'm cold." I had not thought about the temperature changing so quickly after the sun went down but I realized it was much cooler. I stood and picked up my beer and she picked up her empty can and the full one also. I walked to the house and she followed, stopping by the trash to deposit her empty can. She seemed to be lagging behind so I waited by the door for her to catch up. We went inside and I turned the outside lights out and all but one small light in the entranceway. I had planned on going in the family room but before I could sit Gina took my hand and pulled on it. I followed and she walked up the stairs and down the hall to my room. She paused a moment, and then opened my door and walked in, still holding to my hand. We were in my room when she released my hand and returned to the door, closing it. I was standing in the middle of my room, not really sure what was happening. The alcohol had clouded my mind and I saw her walk to my bed and turn facing me. The loud snap cleared my head for a moment and I realized there was a beauty standing by my bed and the door was locked. She took a drink from the can and I saw her hand go to her blouse and slowly release a button. Once again opportunity was knocking. Neither of us moved for a few minutes and she took another drink from the can and released another button. I looked at her blouse and there were two buttons remaining shut, however the most noticeable part of the blouse was the two points pressing against the blouse. I was looking at her and noticed she was a smaller version of Gay, her hair and face and lastly, her shape. One would have a hard time identifying either if they were looking at a shadow. She made a move and released the remaining two buttons and took a long drink from the beer before placing the can on the nightstand. When she leaned I saw her breast for the first time and I knew she was her sister's sister. Her breasts were a miniature version on Gay's and Gerry's. By comparison, her conical breasts were even smaller than Gay's, but her nipples were extended. Her nipples were almost an inch long and looked out of place on her small breasts, being much narrower and twice as long. I moved to the side of the bed and she sat, looking up as I stood over her. She looked into my eyes as she pulled the blouse slowly open and then inched it from her shoulders and finally from her arms, tossing it on the foot of the bed. Her eyes never left mine as she reached to the side of her skirt and released a button, grasped the zipper and slowly unzipped her skirt. She raised enough to get the skirt past her ass and sat back, lowering it to her ankles and then stepping from it, one foot at a time. The skirt was tossed to the side as she sat before me, her nudity captivating. It was getting hot in the room. I didn't know if it was the actual heat in the house or because Gina looked so gorgeous sitting on my bed. I was unstable on my feet and I stumbled to the chair at my desk and fell heavily into the seat. I removed my shoes and socks and shirt. I stood and removed my slacks and shorts and turned to the bed. She was now lying in the center of my bed, the spread pulled back. Her untarnished body lay on the sheet, and I stumbled to the bed thinking about the pleasure I was going to receive from her body. I started to the bed and my head started spinning. I made it to the bed, almost, because I fell against it and the clock was in my face and I was on my knees. I looked up and Gina was helping me into the bed. The image of the clock was burned in my mind, nine o'clock. My head was spinning when I woke and the image in my head was the clock. I looked at it and saw it was broken, there was only one hand and it was on the twelve. My stomach was churning and I stumbled from the bed, rushing to the bathroom. When I returned to my bed I saw Nina and Gina sitting on my bed, each wearing pajamas belonging to Nina. I was nude but neither girl said anything as I stumbled back into the bed. I looked over and someone had repaired the clock because it was twelve forty now. I woke at seven and my head was spinning. I rushed to the bathroom again and the rest of my stomach emptied. As I was cradling the toilet seat I remembered I had been in the same position just a few hours previous. There was three wet towels lying in the floor and I stepped into the shower, remembering I had showered earlier also. I felt much better after the shower but even the toothpaste didn't remove the foul taste from my mouth. When I entered the kitchen Nina was at the stove and Gina was sitting at the table eating pancakes. Nina turned when I pulled the chair from the table, took one look at me and started laughing, Gina following suite. I glared at the girls and they stopped laughing; however they continued stifling laughs for ten minutes. Nina and Gina were good to me because they made over me after breakfast, keeping me in coffee and preparing an alka seltzer for my head. Just being there and asking if I needed anything was a help the way I felt and I was appreciative of both. Gina left for her house about nine-thirty and Nina cornered me as soon as she was out the door. "Did you fuck her last night?" She looked mad but I knew she was really inquisitive. "No, I didn't what makes you ask?" I said as I wondered just what Gina had said to her. She was tugging on the corner of a throw pillow, looking at the pillow when she said, "We came home before eleven and I found a bra and panties on my bed. I knew they weren't mine and I went to your room and you were asleep and she was sleeping in the bed beside you. I woke her and she said you were drunk and she had helped you into bed. You tried to fuck her, didn't you?" She turned her head to look at me when she asked the question. I thought about lying but the look on her face told me she would have been devastated if I lied, or even thought I lied. I said, "Yes, I wanted to but, as she said, I was too drunk." "Dan, she is barely past fourteen, are you crazy?" She actually sounded as though she was concerned for me. "She is a little young, don't you think?" I studied her for a minute and replied, "How old were you when we made love the first time; it didn't bother you that you were fourteen?" This seemed to stop her questions because she leaned on my shoulder and gave me a tight squeeze as she placed her head on my chest. Gay came walking into the room and stopped short. I heard her gasp as she saw Nina hugging me. I knew Gay had come over as soon as Gina had returned home and a barrage of questions was in line for me. I was thankful for Nina because she stayed close to me the remainder of the morning. Walter was going to stay for lunch, actually he had spent the night but I didn't know it at the time. Rita was bouncing around, actually appeared to be floating, as she prepared the meal. Nathan made a couple of comments and she just passed them off, causing a chuckle from both he and Ida. Nathan was in a surprisingly good mood after the long day before. I noticed he was tiring as he was eating his supper the evening before. Fran and Susan were helping Rita with the meal and were laughing at Nathan's comments until Rita gave them a hard stare. Walter was playing it close to the vest and not getting involved. Walter was quiet at the right time it appeared. It was after lunch and everyone had a chance for their meal to settle when Walter asked everyone to meet in the family room. Nina sat beside me and she had tears in her eyes, thinking they were going to be moving after her mom and Walter married. Walter had everyone sitting in a circle and he began. Within two minutes after he started talking I knew Walter's proposal sounded good as he laid it out. We, as a total family, would move to the newly purchased house in Rollins, which a swimming pool was under construction as he spoke. He was going to pay Fran's expenses while in law school, a contingency fee, as she would become our attorney for civil actions. Susan would assume Fran's responsibilities and Susan would move to Rollins with us. She would receive no pay however she would receive the necessary funds for the remainder of her college expenses. The current house would be vacated and Frank would move his family to this house and in return he would manage the farm, with an increase in his salary. Joe and Hal would move into the new houses destroyed by the storm and Lisa's family would move into Rita and Nina's house, which had been technically vacant for two years. Lisa's father would be hired permanently. The three families working on the farm could show a profit with the additional person. I thought Nat and Ida would object to moving but Ida was the first to say she liked the plan. Actually I think the idea of the family remaining together placed first in her mind. That and the fact that it would be twenty miles from Nat's doctor had a tremendous bearing on the suggested move also. Nina just smiled and looked at me and I told Walter I thought it was a great idea. Rita made a comment that the pool had better be finished or she wouldn't move. She was excited however, because Walter would be home six nights a week, since the new house was centrally located among his stores. Walter said he had soil samples taken and the land required too much fertilizer to grow cotton or corn and he was going to raise cattle. Pointing to the back, he said we had a small herd started already. I moaned when he said this because he and the others knew how I felt about feeding eighteen head of cattle daily. "Dan," Walter said, "You will run the farm in Rollins. We'll start small and you will grow with the farm. It will be your total responsibility as I am too busy with my stores." Walter was silent for a moment, looking first at Rita and then to me, "I am not saying this to belittle you but to let you know how things are. It's not your fault that you weren't raised on a farm and learned daily, how to operate a farm. Everyone doesn't wake up one day and someone walks in and tells you that you are totally responsible." Walter was pausing and selecting his words carefully, "I don't know anyone that would be able to do what was asked of you. You were put in a situation, and I must say you handled it quite well; however there are so many things you need to learn to be totally successful and they are best learned gradually. Your school will take up a lot of your time and you will learn to grow with the new farm. Other than that you will have just one other responsibility." "Another responsibility, what would that be?" I asked. "GROWING UP," he said, "you missed your childhood and you can take it a day at a time starting now." Epilogue I was daydreaming. My friends were laughing among themselves however, I wasn't aware they were on the same planet. My mind was recalling past years and how fortunate I was. The years had been good to me, as well as my family. I looked towards the pool, watching my eleven-year-old daughters swimming. I realized later in the month would be twelve years since I had been informed I was to be a father, not to one, but two children. I watched the girls swimming and felt pride. They were terrific, responsible kids, something, according to Walter, I was still lacking. Walter often commented about them being responsible, eyes always cutting in my direction as he spoke. I smiled each time he made the comment and accepted the hug and kiss from my wife, as she would look at me, a grin also on her face. A dozen years, I thought, so much happened during that time. I delighted in the closeness we shared and looked to the women sunning them selves. Rita, Donna and Valerie, the three grandmothers among them, were touching as they lay talking. Inches away, Nina, Susan and Gerry faced in one direction and Gina and Ida were lying with heads almost touching the others however, their feet pointed in the opposite direction. From my viewpoint, each person was touching at least one other individual. So was the closeness in the family. I watched the children dive from the board and noticed they went in order, allowing the youngest to dive first. The three eldest, Susan's daughter, twelve and my daughters, each eleven, were teaching the others to dive. I looked at the three older girls and I couldn't help but get an erection. Susan's daughter was actually closer to thirteen and she had a body, well developed past her years. Nina had come close to fracturing my ribs more than once when we were swimming in the nude. I informed Nina we were going to have problems when school started because those country boys learned early and our daughters were ripe. A burst of laughter, and a loud slap on a leg, brought me to realization and I smiled at the joy I saw in their laughing faces. That is until I realized they were laughing at me, specifically the boner in my shorts. I had been watching the girls unaware my prick was growing until the laughter jogged my mind to the events happening on the deck. One after another, I began watching and studying each man, hearing their comments and I laughed at the last comment made, along with them. I paused shortly, and after looking at each face, and found myself feeling very proud. I looked up, towards the Heavens, touched my heart and whispered a silent, "Thank you." My closest friends were sitting around the table, sipping coffee and telling yarns. I knew it wouldn't be long before a stronger drink would replace the caffeine but that wouldn't be until after noon. The morning was for the children, this being the celebration of the birth of our country, July 4th. This holiday weekend was a good time for friends and family to assemble, and Nina planned well, as many would drift in throughout the day. The sound of a child's scream caused me to rise quickly and stand at the rail; I looked over the pool area, from the deck on the second level. I relaxed, letting a breath escape, the scream indicated a joyous outburst from a child. I watched them play for a few minutes before I sat again, thinking how unaware their screams of joy usually attracted the attention of a caring adult. Walter's sudden shifting in his lounger drew my attention. I thought of the times I jokingly called him stepfather-in-law, and began grinning. He had actually been a father the past twelve years; his criticism, although harsh at times, had been followed by an unspoken, or silent, show of love and concern. It had taken me many years to realize it, hating criticism, actually learning after my children were born was, albeit indirect, his show of affection. I looked at him and felt grateful once more, he had instilled in me, the little confidence I had. He gave me plenty of guidance; let me make my own decisions, never commenting on my failures. I hadn't made many wise decisions, because I usually followed advice of others. Hal was normally the quiet one and his words struck me as funny, "Dan, what are you laughing at? You have been sitting here all morning just a chuckling, for no reason. I laughed and looked at him and Damon, "I was thinking of the first time I met Damon, he was drunk and I was almost afraid of him." Nathan chuckled. I looked at Joe and he was grinning, friends sparred often. After Nathan's health improved, he found out about Damon's drinking. Damon spoke, his words sharp, "Hell! What are chuckling about, you were drunk for two years after you learned your sister was ill, and Dan was here two months before you knew it." He sat back hard, breathing out forcefully, indicating his displeasure of the comment made by his friend. Nathan chuckled again, getting a quick stare from Damon, "That's what I was laughing about, I WAS DRUNK for two years, longer really, you were lucky because you only missed a year in your life. Rita, Ida and me missed two. If it hadn't been for Frank, Eddie and Joe, hell," he paused for a moment before finishing, "well, if it hadn't been for them I would have lost the farm." Nathan looked at Walter and spoke for his benefit, "Sorry Walter, I didn't mean to bring that up." Walter chuckled at Nathan, "It's no secret, Rita has told me about it. She feels bad because she thinks she let Nina down." Damon asked, "Have you been sitting there laughing at me for half an hour, just for being drunk when you came to the house?" I said, "No," and started laughing, "I was thinking about some of my failed ventures." Eddie chuckled and said, "You mean 'adventures'? I don't think it was too smart putting a dry cleaning shop on the same street with a shop four doors down the street, especially since the shop had been there for thirty years." There was an outburst of laughter as each man remembered the attempt I made to open a cleaning business. At the time, I believed it to be a good investment, hearing the owner of the established cleaning business express he had more business than he could care for, many times. I didn't realize he was reluctant to hire additional employees, until I opened the shop four doors from his business. Eddie and Frank were laughing and telling Joe and Damon about my failures, getting a laugh about each. I looked at Walter and he was smiling. I knew he was thinking as I. I didn't dwell on my failures; I looked at my successful ventures. I thought about my first success in business, my involvement in a grocery store. I listened to my roommate and the venture we two took had reaped me thousands in less than three years. My big start, I was proud but, once again, I had tagged along, my roommate was the brains of our business deal. It didn't hurt when I pulled a few thousand in profit from the sale of the store. I gave me my second start. I looked at Walter and smiled. He said, "Are you daydreaming? You have been quiet again." I smiled and nodded my mind drifting. During my junior year, I chased a female classmate for weeks and my intentions were simple: I wanted to get her in bed. I had chased and she caught me, and it happened to be just after the sale of the grocery store, which had put the few thousand dollars in my pocket. She had encouraged me to invest in stocks and I agreed to follow her advice, as we relaxed after a steamy sex bout. I followed her advice until I tired of her, and at that point withdrew most of my money from the market, keeping a token portfolio. I had taken Walter's advice once again and hadn't burned my bridges behind me. My money having increased tenfold was enough to start me on another venture. My present wealth actually began because of a prank. I agreed to a blind date with a girl and his friend and girlfriend made it a practical joke. His girlfriend's cousin was coming for Christmas and his friend and girlfriend didn't want to be a baby sitter. I was reluctant but agreed, almost walking out when I saw the girl. I first noticed the ridiculous eyeglasses she was wearing, black rimmed and plastic, and topping that, she was wearing a red bandana over her hair. When the cousin had introduced us, I was quick to observe how ridiculous she looked in a jean outfit, surely two sizes too large. We knew a set up and as introductions were made she winked. She towered over me almost six inches and out weighed me by forty pounds. I was dressed in a newly purchased, suede jacket, stovepipe trousers and a white shirt and tie, expecting a city girl. Her voice was soft and she had a look of compassion on her face, not for herself, or me but for my friend and her cousin. Pranks were commonplace during college. A great friendship grew from that meeting, which turned into an extremely profitable business venture. I remembered, she had been as adamant as I to enjoy the evening and we ended up in a motel room where we spent three days, and nights, leaving once a day for a meal. At the end of three days, we had formed a partnership, from which I was reaping the proceeds from to this day. I had started the evening with three quarters of a mil ready cash and three months later, we were in debt for ten times that amount. However, the venture paid off and I was now pulling in my original investment annually. I never dreamed time-share duplexes and quads could be so profitable, especially in resort locations. I smiled, thinking about the blind date, our friends' amazement at our partnership. Two floundering ducklings, as they later described our first meeting. I thought about each trying to impress the other with our dress for the evening, a total wipeout; however, it initiated hours of laughter and numerous sore ribs for our friends. I began chuckling thinking about the tremendous changes she made, especially in her appearance, dropping forty plus pounds since that eventful evening. One thing definitely hasn't changed about her she is aggressive. Within an hour of out introduction, we were registering in a motel, that being the first decision of our successful partnership made by her. Frank's comments brought me back to real time. "There she goes. I knew she wouldn't last till ten, she has her top off." He was referring to Gerry who was lying by the pool alongside Nina, Rita, and Gina. "Her mama will be raising hell with me for a week now, wanting to know what kind of daughter I raised. Hell, she raised her too; I don't know why she blames me." Gerry loved sunbathing in the nude however, she wouldn't remove her bottoms with her father nearby. It was different when we were just family because we sunbathed nude daily. Nathan spoke up, "Well she can't blame you too much because she has her top off now." Eddie leaned forward, looking at me and said, "I don't see Valerie or Susan but I know they will be topless as soon as they see the others." There were five sets of eyes looking at the women from above, however the children playing in the pool were oblivious to the women goddesses. I began to study the women and a warm feeling came over me. They were just as beautiful today as they were fourteen years ago, when I first moved in with Nathan. There were a couple more wrinkles in each, however, that simply added to their beauty, a sign of maturity. In my book, they were all beauty queens, but I knew beauty was in the eye of the beholder. The two grandmothers were as beautiful as their daughters were. Rita and Donna had as much to be proud of as I; we had six beautiful children and grandchildren. I looked at my wife and felt my prick growing. She looked sexy as hell. Her breasts were showing signs of slight sag; they weren't sitting on her chest as they did years ago but just as beautiful. She had given me hundreds of erections watching her feeding our son and daughter. Nina looked sexier now than she had at sixteen and her bulging belly made me especially proud because she was carrying our third child. Of course, I realized, this could be the reason for her breasts showing insignificant sag, with their increased weight and size. She had planned for two years to have a Thanksgiving baby and so far, everything was going according to her schedule. She had planned just the same for our daughter and son, now seven and five, as she had also planned Gina and Gerry's second children. She planned everything except the sex of the children. I remember making a comment at the supper table one evening before our oldest daughter was born. Nina spoke up and said, "I plan things in the house, Frank plans the farm activities and Susan plans how you spend your money. You gave them that authority years ago, I assumed mine the day you married me." She had been rather proud of that statement but I had to admit she was right because I wasn't a planner. I thrived on impulse, if it looks good and was available, try it, buy it, or in the case of a female, fuck it. I saw Rita rise to her elbow and Gerry did likewise, and each placed a hand on Nina's belly. They appeared to be trying to feel the baby move. Gina stepped around and joined the two feeling Nina's tummy. I could see heads shaking and I guess they couldn't feel any movement. I had felt for our daughter and son to move many times but she had been in her eighth month before I felt the first movement. Apparently, Gina felt a movement because I saw her sit up on her heels, clap her hands, and then push Gerry aside while she and Nina hugged. Four wonderful breasts were pressing against one another and it was almost enough to make me cum in my shorts. I was proud of my three women, each showing little jealousy, they loved one another and I knew they loved me. I thought back and remembered the first day of school for Gina and Gerry, after they became pregnant from our Daylight Savings Party, as everyone now called it. Gina told her sister it was wonderful making love although she was disappointed I was passed out more than awake. My Nina had made the decision here again. Gina had called her mom and asked to be picked up from school. Donna drove to the school, with intention of talking to the principal and getting her daughters enrolled, only to return with the girls an hour later. The school had refused to let them re-enroll because they were pregnant. At the time, Nina had enrolled in the Rollins School, which started a week later. We were half way moved into the new house and Nina was the first to say they could live with us and go to the Rollins School; she had seen pregnant girls registering. Frank and Donna had been hesitant, not because they were pregnant but because they did not want to lose their daughters so soon. Rita and Walter, pressured by Nina, had finally asked the sorrowful parents and they finally agreed. From that day until now, they have been permanent residents, and I love each dearly. My eleven- year- old daughters are as beautiful as my eight -year- old daughters. I couldn't believe it when Nina told me Gina and Gerry wanted more children. More unbelievable to me was when Nina planned the eight year olds, including the time of conception, wanting the birthdays to be as close as possible. When Nina bore our two children, she was happy but I do not think I have ever seen a happier person than she was the day Gay called her mom, said she was pregnant and was going to marry the father, a boy she met in college. Nina started planning our wedding that day and told everyone the day she and I were going to be married. We were married the date she set three and one half years later, the second Saturday after I graduated from college. She is also proud to say that was the week of our seven-year-old daughter's conception. Walter started adoption proceedings a month after Rita and he married. Nina said her name would be Knight and there would be no problem with a Knight and a Weston applying for a license. She was correct; there was no problem with the license. She showed her birth certificate, to prove her age, and they took my word, after showing my license. I heard Walter banging the spoons on the pots and didn't realize how long I had been daydreaming. It was noon. Walter stopped banging on the pots and shouted, "The bar is o-p-e-n! Ladies, if you would please, get in appropriate dress as we shall have guests arriving shortly, and your lovely wares are for our viewing only. Thank you." He was bowing as he was speaking in a very dignified and polite manner to the women with bared breasts, which Joan, Jean, Susan, and Victoria were now copying. He held his head bowed a few moments and then rose to see who was moving. He watched a moment, still bent at the waist, and then rose to his full height and shouted, "Move your asses!" Nine women began moving quickly. I watched the women moving and Walter began putting tables end to end, with the aid if Frank and Eddie. I felt someone standing beside me and looked up. Nina was standing beside me holding a cup of draft and I took it. She hadn't put her top on, I leaned forward, and she allowed me to take a nipple into my mouth and give it a quick nibble before she pulled back and sat in my lap. "Have you ever seen Walter at a loss for words?" Nina asked. "Not more than a couple of times," I said. "Just watch," she said with a grin on her face. "You will probably see it again." I let my hands roam over her body, paying particular attention to her puffy belly and unfettered breasts. About ten minutes had passed and Nina nudged me, motioning below. I noticed the women disappearing, in twos, and threes and finally there were none around the pool. Walter had the tables the way he wanted them and he was standing with a draft in his hand, talking to Frank, when I saw Ida walk toward him. "Where is everyone?" she asked. Walter stood erect and, his mouth dropping as he stood stymied, pointed towards the pool but saw no one and his arm just began waving, swinging loosely. "I... I... , I don't know., They were here!" he exclaimed. He was just staring at her. She had removed her top and she was only wearing the bottom to her two-piece. Walter was immobile, just staring at her breasts, his mouth gaping open; he stared a couple of moments and started looking around, his mouth remaining open. I heard the laughter of the women below me and then saw them run out to him. Rita hugged him and after Ida donned her top, she came over and hugged him too. Nina spoke softly in my ear, "Rita put her up to doing that." I must admit it had been funny because no one normally got the best of Walter. Nina pulled on my hand, and said, "Come help me get dressed properly. We'll have guests arriving soon." I tried helping her get dressed but she finally ran me from the room when I couldn't get her breasts placed perfectly in her top. "You need to make too many adjustments," she said. I stopped at the door, watched her dress, adding casual comments, which caused her to smile. She gave me a kiss as she passed me, leading me to meet arriving guests. Walter was right on schedule because at one he started banging the spoon on the pot and calling the kids, "Hamburgers and hot dogs, going fast! Last one up is a rotten egg." Walter loved catering to the kids and he especially loved his grandson. I watched as Walter teased him for a while, causing him to run to Rita and drag her back. I heard my son, "Nana, straighten him out, please." That was always his line because Rita was forever telling Walter she was going to straighten him out, however our son was too young to understand the sexual overture. I was watching my son and his grandfather and didn't hear the visitors until I heard a child scream, "Aunt Nina!" followed by an "Oomph" as he jumped into Nina's arms, knocking the wind from her and almost knocking her off her feet. Jenna and Carl's son, large for a six year old, was hugging and kissing Nina. She finally released him and he merely waved at me as he ran to the other kids sitting around the tables, stuffing their faces with hot dogs. Jenna's daughter was five and petite like her mother, and about as timid. She hugged Nina but walked around me. Carl shook my hand and said, "Thanks for the invitation Dan; you are a friend I couldn't do without." He hugged Nina and she put her arm around his waist as she led him to join the crowd. Jenna hugged me and kissed me, her tongue making a quick pass through my lips. She pressed her mound into my midsection and said, "Dan, you need to stop by when you're in town and you can stay for supper, I feed better than the local motel coffee shop." I winked and said, "I'll do that next time I come down." I knew her innuendo because I heard it every time I saw her. She, and Carl for that matter, had been thanking me for ten years. He had come to me about nine months after our one- sided scuffle and apologized. He wanted to apologize to Jenna, but he didn't know how to go about it. Nina came up with the idea of going to a movie with Jenna and I would go with Carl, and we would 'accidentally' meet. It worked, and a couple of months later they were a steady pair. Carl went to college and is now a deputy sheriff, wanting to become sheriff after he gains more experience. I missed Shauna and her husband arriving but I saw Carl walk directly up to him. He was a city police officer, and worked for the new chief of police, Shauna's father. They had twin boys the same age as my eight -year- old daughters. Shauna had delivered the twins in the back seat of a squad car on the way to the hospital. There was a big write up in the papers and Pamela Robertson's husband wrote it. I was expecting Pam to come in much later in the afternoon. Nina and Rita had set this gathering up for Friday and arranged for everyone to stay over until Monday, July 4, being on a Sunday and most everyone would be off on the Monday. Of course, not everyone would show today and many more would arrive late and even some tomorrow. I hoped the entire guest list would not show, but Walter had planned the food for everyone invited. I walked out by the pool and watched Walter playing in the pool with the kids. He had broken the barrier Jenna's daughter stood behind, because she was on his shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around his neck as he was walking in the area where his head was barely above water. They were teamed up, keeping the ball away from the opposition. He was as big a kid as any kid in the pool was. I looked around and saw the men grouped on one side and the women on the other. Rita said this would happen and the men would tell lies to one another while the women discussed their husbands. I had to laugh because I heard part of a conversation between two wives and she was right. I knew the men would be telling lies too. I was up early the following morning and the caterers were setting up the breakfast line. The young couple, who had served the day before, had an older couple working with them this morning. I walked over and we engaged in casual conversation, I learned they were a family- owned operation, grabbing a cup of coffee for myself in the meanwhile. I checked the campers and then walked to the tents where four teens had slept. Everything was fine and I wandered over to the building where the young girls were sleeping out. They were staying in a twenty by forty foot building we had gatherings under during inclement weather. It was a simple building, cement floor, electricity and heat. I looked inside and all the girls were in their cots. All were awake but no one was making a sound. I looked at the first cot and Susan was sleeping soundly. I walked inside and sat on the side of the cot, waking her, as my weight shifted her body. She looked up at me and moaned, "Is it time to get up... already?" "Yes," I whispered to her, "everyone else is awake and waiting for you." "But why are they so quiet?" I asked. I looked around and all the girls were watching me. "I threatened them last night," she spoke, barely above a whisper. "You what!" I realized I didn't whisper and covered my mouth, after I had spoken. "Yes, I threatened them last night. I told them that if anyone woke me up, no one would get anything to eat until supper and the pool would be off limits today." She was smiling as she whispered. "When did you do that?" I asked. "About one o'clock this morning, after six trips to the bathroom inside," she smiled. "I think they are waiting for you to wake, they are all awake," I said. She raised and looked down the row of cots, every eye on her, "Okay, you can get up now," she announced. There were loud screams as the girls jumped from their cots, every one had lay in their cot dressed, and they ran screaming from the building. I started laughing it was so funny. Every girl had been awake and dressed and had not awakened Susan, even her own daughter. Realizing it was funny, she started laughing too. "Did you get enough sleep?" I asked. "NO!" she exclaimed. I started laughing and she placed a hand on my arm, pulling herself into a sitting position, very much aware her breasts were now uncovered and I would stare at them. "I had a good time though," she said as I stared at her breasts. I lifted the sheet she was under and saw she was sleeping in the nude. "Do you want someone to sleep here with you tonight?" I asked. She looked at me, a smile broke on her face, "I don't mind, but how are you going to explain it to the girls?" She lay back placing her arm under her head fully exposing her breasts to me. My son and I were tossing a nerf-ball about when Pam and Ben came driving in. My son went screaming for his grandmother. Ben was driving a Lincoln Town Sedan, normally driven by Pam because I knew Ben still drove a pick-up. Pam was an executive with an advertising agency and traveled a lot. She was very successful, drawing a salary in six figures and Ben had begun working at the Lincoln dealership after graduating from trade school. He was now the chief mechanic and Eddie said he was probably the best mechanic in the state. Ben was Ben: still as slow as ever but he worshiped the ground Pam walked on. She, in turn, treated him like a prince. Of all the married couples, I was probably prouder of him and I know Frank and Donna are. I was standing at the drink barrel, talking to Frank, when a pair of hands crept around my waist and pulled me close. I asked, "I know this isn't my wife. Do you want to make it in my bed or yours?" I heard the chuckle and turned to see Fran smiling. "I know this is party time but I have five minutes of business to discuss with you, please?" She was as beautiful as ever and for a lawyer none were better looking. I was unaccustomed to seeing her dressed in other than a business suit however today she was radiating sex. Her white shorts, bare midriff, and halter-top, were purposely worn to give men an erection, and women a hard tongue. She looked edible. I looked around quickly, not wanting to suffer the consequences after staring at her body, and asked, "Mimi didn't come with you?" "No, her new boyfriend's parents are out of town for the weekend and they are taking advantage of the time," she said with a big smile on her face. "How old is he?" I asked. She mouthed, "Fifteen." I chuckled and said, "Oh, to be... , " I mouthed "fifteen," and said, "again, -- a wonderful age, and so exciting." "She still claims you were her best student," she chuckled, as she began grinning. "Whose best student?" Nina asked as she and Gina joined the duo, the women hugging one another and giving the customary kiss on the cheek. "I was just explaining how good a student Dan was in school. He excelled after school obviously, because he has the three most beautiful women in the county loving him. Actually, I don't see how either of you put up with him," Fran said as her arm hugged Nina tightly, her breast pressing against Nina's. "Actually, he's a pussy," Nina said looking at me and smiling broadly, and her eyes shifted as she glanced at Fran's hand. Fran, now my attorney, and I had a stout relationship, and she was playing her usual game, taking the lead role, which she assumed whenever possible, with her leading questions. Fran was an excellent litigator and it was within her character to dominate, in and out of the courtroom. Fran's eyes were on me as she slipped her arm around Nina and placed her hand on a soft breast, gently molding her fingers around the sensitive mound. Fran was grinning and her eyes were locked on me as I watched. The expression change on Nina's face was obvious when Fran asked, "How do you keep him in bed at night, Gina? Does he want to stray from bed to bed?" Gina was now watching Fran's hand, this being a scenario brought up almost every visit Fran made. "We have orgies three nights and I rest a night and then I get to choose for the next three nights, who wants me in their bed," I grinned and as I spoke, I felt the sharp elbow make contact with my ribs. "You tell her the truth or else," Gina spat out. "Sorry," I said, "there are no orgies. I know it disappoints you." In truth, there were no orgies. In fact, there had never been two in bed for lovemaking; sure I had slept with two and oftentimes all three slept in the same bed. At no time had lovemaking been done, or even attempted, when more than one shared beds. I had asked if they wanted to make it a threesome or foursome however, Gina and Gerry had flatly refused. I thought they each showed sign of jealousy when I brought the subject up, something they rarely acknowledged. I was proud that none of the three had ever shown open jealousy. Nina's reply had been very different from Gina and Gerry's, totally rejecting the notion of group sex, or the involvement of another partner from outside the family. Her response was "'I will do whatever you wish me to do." She had promised me many years ago, she would do anything for me and that, to her, was a part of keeping her word. Fran's hand was still massaging Nina's breast as we spoke. I could see Nina's nipple becoming harder as Fran manipulated it with her thumb and finger. Fran was usually aggressive, but today she appeared much more so. She and Nina played this little game often but I had never seen it go this far; the norm was usually a light caress and a remark. Nina winked at me and I knew she was playing Fran's game. When I saw her hand reach for Fran's leg, I was sure. Nina began caressing Fran's leg just below her shorts, moving her light touch inside the leg, to the tender and sensitive area. When her hand slipped higher and her hand cupped Fran's cunt, Fran dropped her hand from Nina's breast and reached into the barrel for a soda. I saw the grin on Nina's face and the twinkle in her eye. She was successful once again. Fran wanted to be the aggressor and would settle for nothing less. She was easily turned off when her partner made advances of any type. After Fran moved to speak to some of the other guests, Nina came to me and whispered in my ear. She was smiling at Gina, who was doing everything to keep from laughing, having seen the game many times. Nina whispered, "You meet me in our room in ten minutes," rubbing her hand across my erection as she spoke. I knew Fran had built a fire in her and I was now expected to extinguish it. Gina took Nina by the arm and led her to the table where Donna and Joan were sitting and moments later I saw Nina walking into the house, pausing at the doorway and looking back. When she caught my attention, I nodded to her, allowing her to know my intentions. I looked around, confident our silent communication went unnoticed as I walked to the house. Gay, and Geoffrey, her husband, arrived in mid-afternoon. They had four cute kids, all boys, ages ten, six, four, and two months. They had their father's' dark hair and complexion and they spoke proper English, pronouncing each word and not using contractions. Frank and Donna were walking on cloud nine. Frank had been hitting the hard stuff so you might say he was flying on cloud nine. Gerry and Gina were almost as excited and I noticed they stuck close to me, always keeping between Gay and me. I knew they were a little jealous and I hadn't seen Gay in over five years. While eating supper I knew my holiday was complete. Every one I ever cared about, except Mom, was at my house. Pamela Robertson, now Finley, had been the last to arrive. She and her husband, Alvin, were dressed fashionably, having attended a luncheon earlier. The first thing they wanted to do was change into comfortable clothing. I had them change in our room. Pamela came downstairs after she changed, pulled me aside and said, "I left an envelope under your pillow. It has three pictures in it and two of them you have never seen. No one else had better see them either because if they do I will castrate you, do you understand?" She had a serious look about her and I nodded. She put suspense in her remark by the expression on her face; I couldn't wait to see the pictures she was referring to and when everyone started lining up to eat, I slipped upstairs. I was dying to see the mystery photos. I found them and opened the envelope and saw the picture of the cheerleaders she had given me years before, all topless. I looked at the second photo, taken thirteen years earlier. There was a note between the prints and I read it. "I have looked at this photo hundreds of times over the past dozen years. I slipped into Dad's shop one evening, before I left for college, and took it. You kept telling me I was beautiful and I thought different. You inspired me and I made it a point to look at the picture, especially when I felt down. You must admit, I was 40-50 pounds over weight. I was fat. You didn't see that, or least you didn't say it like so many others had before you. You were my inspiration and my first lover. I shall never forget that. P.S. I love you still. P.S.S. Don 't forget... CASTRATION. I looked at the first photo again, and she was overweight, however she was pretty. I looked at the second photo and dropped it. I picked it up and saw the note attached. Alvin took this after I received your invitation. I told him I wanted it for him, actually I wanted it for you. I love you. P.S... CASTRATION The photo was a nude pinup. She was gorgeous, her pose was exciting and I became erect staring at it. I knew I had to keep this photo and would probably want to look at it every time I thought of her. I walked downstairs and looked for her. When I saw her, I walked behind, and as she ate, I leaned over her shoulder and whispered, "I am going to keep the newest photo and destroy the others." She smiled, nodded, and then motioned for me to bend close. She whispered, "Get rid of those notes, especially the second." I nodded, and she smiled. While we were eating, Gay was breastfeeding her baby when her mother walked by and saw her. Quite loudly she spoke, "Gay, cover that up, you're embarrassing me!" Donna looked at me and winked as she walked past, leaving Gay with a reddened face. Most of the men had found a bed by nine that evening, due mainly to the long day and more so by the amount of beer and hard liquor they had consumed. I drew my first draft of the day and walked over to the table where Nina sat. They were talking about love and marriage, and many other subjects not spoken of, at least not in a group. They were discussing gossip material. I listened, not saying a word for an hour. I was on my second draft when Gay asked Nina, "How do you sleep with him and allow him to make love to you knowing he has made love to other women, namely my sisters?" I looked up quickly, actually caught off guard by the question. Donna was, sitting on one side of Gay and Gerry and Gina was sitting on the other. I saw three mouths drop open; actually, they each appeared to be in shock. Three heads turned to Gay sharply. Susan and Rita were sitting on the far side of Nina, who was sitting beside me. I looked from Gay to Nina and saw Nina fighting to hold back tears. I wanted to speak, to say something, but I found myself speechless. Nina sat upright and looked straight at Gay and, before speaking, took a deep breath. "Remember the afternoon of my twelfth birthday party? My other life started that day." I saw Gay's face turn pale. There was a long period of silence and Nina looked at me. I could see she was teary eyed. She wiped her eyes, and looked back at me, locking her eyes on mine. She began speaking and her words came with conviction. "I fell in love with Dan when I first met him. Since the day of our first meeting, he has treated me with respect and dignity. There is no other man like him. I love Dan; I love Gina and Gerry as sisters, and Dan loves us. That is how I can sleep with him and make love to him. He has never mentioned my past, and he knew of it, he just did not know how many. I don't know exactly but it was over a hundred, before him." Her eyes remained on mine as she spoke the words. My wife made me feel proud when she took Rita's and Donna's hands, looked at each grandmother, and said, "Mom, Donna, Dan took me as I was, when I was at my lowest, and I will support him fully until the day I die. I promised him long ago I would always be there for him, no matter what. At least he has feelings for the women he makes love with, which was more than I could say about myself." Nina paused a moment, looking at her hands, squeezed the pair of hands she was holding, and looked to me, and continued. "He doesn't hide it mom, the fact he is open and honest with me makes me feel special. Each of you told me what life would be before I married him. Donna, your own words were, if you want Dan you must take him as he is because he will never change. Well, I took you at your word, and I accepted him as he was. I don't care if he fucks every woman in town, as long as he comes home to me, and Gina, and Gerry, and our children, when he is finished." I saw tears in the eyes of both grandmothers as each nodded and squeezed Nina's hands. Nina, turning to face Gay, said, "Gay, you asked how I do it, I think the answer is simple, it's because I love him." Nina rose from the table and walked toward the house. Rita rushed to her and they were hugging and crying. Gina and Gerry rose from the table and joined them. I was left at the table with Susan, who hadn't said a word in two hours, and Donna who was glaring at Gay. I looked toward the house and saw the women enter and I stood up. I walked around the table and put a hand on mother and daughter's shoulders, gave them a slight squeeze. I kissed Gay and then Donna, on the forehead. "I love you both," I said, and I walked towards the house. I stopped before I reached the door and turned, I looked up and saw a shooting star flash across the sky. I felt great. I felt relaxed. I wasn't tired. I felt like making love. I walked inside and gathered Gina, Gerry, and Nina, in my arms. Other than my children, I had my arms around my three greatest possessions, my wife and her adopted sisters, my sometimes lovers. I led them up the stairs and my mind was spiraling, "This occasion, opening, chance or whatever, I knew this would be my best opportunity to get them in bed to make love as a family... and I had less than a minute to induce them... before reaching our bedroom." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2002-03-18 Last Modified: 2002-06-06 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------