It's kind of difficult being a second child, oh I know that being an only child has its challenges too but for a second child things can be bad. My brother is three years older than I am, he was use to my parents undivided attention and then suddenly I came along and instantly became his enemy. We were the typical, deep south, poor white trash of the nineteen-fifties, our parents couldn't afford to pay for our education and so my brother and I ended up going to public school.

My brother and I couldn't have been more different to each other, he was super fit, a sports man, he spent so much time training for one sport or another that he didn't study enough, I on the other hand soon found I had two left feet and the manual dexterity of an Aardvark but I did have 'smarts'.

While ever Leroy was doing well in sports the school put no pressure on him to achieve good grades, all he had to do was to keep a 'D-' or higher and he was left alone. I on the other hand was an 'A+' student all the way, when I was ten I was skipped a whole year. Because of my grades and the ease with which I worked academically I sat the sixth grade Exam instead of the fifth grade and passed with a score of six hundred out of six hundred and fifty which was better than ninety percent, only one sixth-grader actually beat me and so I progressed into the seventh grade the next year.

The work in the seventh grade was a little more challenging but not so much and I soon became the star of the seventh grade. That year sped past like a tornado, I was so happy, I had something to aim for, new people to get the measure of and beat. That was until it came to sports, I got my ass whipped royally at every turn, I even had to drop out of needle-point group because it became so embarrassing having my things fall apart while the teacher was simply looking at them. The end of that year was a little more difficult, I had to sit the seventh grade exam even though I was guaranteed a score of one hundred percent, I also had the option to take the eighth-grade test. Six hundred and forty-eight out of six hundred and fifty, so close to one hundred percent as to not be worth calculating and five hundred and ninety-five out of six hundred and fifty for the eighth-grade test, the result was that I was able to skip the eighth-grade too.

It was quite a shock moving up to the ninth-grade, Leroy was mortified at being in the same class as his mortal, life long, enemy. Things were even worse when he heard that I had scored a hundred points higher than he had in the end of year exam. If Leroy had been mean to me for the first eleven years of my life things shifted into a higher gear and Leroy took every opportunity to do me down. It was always a size or strength thing though he couldn't touch me on a mental contest if he tried. Leroy must have had his worst year, academically that year, it might have been the fact that he spent so much of his time trying to work out how to beat me at different things but he slipped a few points in his continual assessment and mom was called to the school for a meeting.

Leroy had traded on his skills on the sports field to get by on but now he had slipped to an 'E+' and that meant that he was ineligible to represent the school at any sports events. Mom managed to get Leroy a little tutoring from the son of one of her friends and by the end of the ninth grade Leroy was back at a 'D-'. I didn't know but my mom had convinced the school not to put me forward for the Junior high school graduation exam, which was the suggestion from each of my teachers. During the ninth grade I had finished every book that the school used, I had completed every junior-high school task and should have been moved up to the local High school. My mom was less worried about my being bored at the last year of Junior high with nothing left to achieve but more worried about the effect my leapfrogging him into High school would have on Leroy.

Pop left us that summer, things were tough before but they were doubly tough now, mom had to get a second job, Leroy tried to get a part time job too but because of his grades he wasn't allowed to, I couldn't get a job even though I had the grades I was too young. Leroy got into a lot of trouble during the summer recess, fighting and steeling and was close to being sent to a reformatory school. Mom had a heart to heart with me, she wouldn't usually have asked me because of the history of enmity between Leroy and I but she had to do something. I agreed to take Leroy under my wing and try to keep him out of trouble and help him to get better grades the following semester. If Leroy didn't get better than a 'C' at graduation he would have no chance at High school and would be consigned to working on a farm or at the lumber mill for the rest of his life. Mom knew that sport had been so much a part of his life that it would destroy him as a person if he wasn't given every opportunity to try and graduate from Junior High with a high enough grade to carry on through High school. There was even the possibility of a sports scholarship to a university if he managed to keep to a 'C' grade in High School.

I knew that things had to be done in just the right way, if mom had told him to let me help him or if I did he would react badly and probably have given up completely. "Lee, I am desperate to learn how to play basketball, as you're the best at shooting hoops in the whole school I was wondering if there was anything I could do for you that would be worth a trade?" Leroy wasn't as dumb as I had thought, he leapt at the chance for me to help him with his 'book learning' and he would help me to be better at basketball. And the deal was sealed in the only way open to us kids, we shared a bottle of soda-pop.

Leroy began right away, school was three weeks away and I was being drilled in the subtle art of ball control and general fitness. If I was sweating from the exertion and physical effort of the fitness regime Leroy was sweating from the mental hoops I was pushing him through. Leroy made a good teacher and our joint straining at new concepts had brought us closer together than we had ever been in all of our lives. The mornings were always taken up with ball skills, foot work, weight training and running, we always ended the morning with a run to the river and a swim to cool off before lunch. Leroy was fourteen now, his body was hard and muscular, tanned and beginning to show signs of body hair. I was still waiting for my body to begin its change to womanhood. After our swim we would lay in the sun and dry off naturally, then we would eat sandwiches and chips and drink juice and I would begin the afternoon's lessons. We often used a mud flat as a chalkboard with a stick as the chalk. Most of the maths was right out of my head, I could remember the kind of math that we would be doing in the first few weeks of the tenth-grade, after all I had been through that syllabus several times the previous semester looking for new things to stretch me. I helped Leroy to improve his reading skills as well as his vocabulary. In class he had never been called upon to read aloud in front of everyone while the rest of us regularly took turns in reading out loud. The first few books I got Leroy to read were books that I didn't like, it was self preservation really, Leroy's reading skills were so poor that it may have permanently put me off a book I really liked. And I doubted that romance would have held Leroy's attention long enough anyway.

The week before the new semester I had progressed enough to be able to dribble the ball passed Leroy and to score a hoop from the three-point zone while he was trying his best to block me and Leroy had progressed too. We swam the river for an hour and lay out in the sun, it was by far the hottest day of the summer and the sun was blistering hard. Leroy passed me a bottle of sunscreen, which I applied all over my front, the parts that my swimmers didn't cover at any rate. Leroy took a book from his own pack, I had chosen a book on the war of independence, American history would feature high in the first semester and this book would be fun for Leroy as well as useful early on in the new school year. The book that Leroy had picked up on his own was 'Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen'. A few days earlier I would have snatched that book from his hands so as to prevent him ruining the story for me forever but now I just lay in the sun listening to his voice. I had to stop him a few times for missing an important punctuation which totally changed the meaning of a paragraph and each time I did so Leroy instantly saw the point of my direction. Eventually Leroy fell into a rhythm which began to send me to sleep, not so unconscious that I missed the place where he turned two pages together and lost the plot though. The important thing was that he had realised that something had gone wrong and was trying to figure it out what when I pointed it out to him.

That day was the first time that as we walked home from the river Leroy was full of questions, the concept of love had entered his head for the first time, "I know about sex, but that isn't what the book was on about was it, it was something better than sex, something that was more like sharing where sex is more like using". I, on the other hand had been reading about love and romance for a few years but knew nothing at all of sex, it gave me something else that I could trade with Leroy now that it was obvious that there was little more he could teach me about basketball.

The new school semester was about to start, we had assignments that had to be handed in on the first day back, the English assignment was always the same through the vacation, "What I did on my holiday'. It had been the same assignment every year since I had been at the school and I'm sure that some students re-cycled the same essay each year, as we usually had different English teachers most years that would work too. I didn't want to practice basketball or do weight training or anything else that was strenuous so I feigned a strained thigh muscle and persuaded Leroy that gentle exercise in the cool water might be better for me than just sitting around in my room. We walked slowly to the river, Leroy had his school satchel with him, I had spent the last few weeks tutoring him on his math assignment, his geography and his physics. I hadn't helped at all with the actual assignments but I had gone over and over similar exercises, all but the English assignment were now finished, so today would be Leroy's first attempt at his English essay. As we walked along to the river I plucked up the courage to ask Leroy a question that had been running through my head all the previous evening and night, "Lee, have you used many girls?" "What do you mean sis?" "Yesterday, after reading 'Pride and Prejudice', you said it was more like love than using a girl for sex, have you used many girls for sex?" "Yeh!" I could feel myself blushing and was real glad that we were walking side by side so Leroy couldn't see my bright red face. "How many girls?" Leroy stopped walking and turned to face me "It isn't the kind of thing an older brother, that would be me, tells his younger sister, that would be you, no matter how smart and grown up she pretends to be". I felt very let down, Leroy stepped out a little faster than we had been walking thus far, he soon left me walking alone, still hobbling with my pretend thigh injury.

At the river Leroy had set out his books and was busily writing in his rough book, he ignored me as I held my towel around myself as I changed into my swimmers. I realised for the first time that the twin triangles of material that made up the top half of my swimmers were actually not flat anymore. I could only surmise that my sudden interest in physical fitness and my bodily exertions had spurred on a growth stage, or it could have been just my time. Each year during the summer recess from school I grew at least one dress size in those few weeks, not fatter, taller, and now I seemed to have begun to grow outward too, well on top at least. "Stop playin' with yourself!" Leroy called out to me, he broke the spell that I had put myself under, I was actually touching the small growths that would, I hope, one day be my breasts. I finished changing into my swimmers and hobbled into the water. "I'll have to tell mom that you need new swimmers before school starts, those are gettin' a bit small for you now!" I was standing in the cool river, I had picked a spot in the shade of a giant old Oak tree, the sun wasn't getting through at all so the water that formed a slowly turning pool in the bend of the river was at its coolest at that point. I watched as Leroy wrote in his rough workbook, when I had bothered to look at him at school he looked worried when he wrote anything, now, here on the river bank he looked confident, he was writing fluently, only stopping occasionally to pluck the next idea out of the ether or to rub out his last thought and write again.

"You better come out of that water now Mary, an hour is plenty in that cold, come on the bank and into the sun". Leroy helped me from the water, he had already placed my towel on the ground where the grass was short and soft. I lay in the sun feeling its rays warm right deep into my bones, Leroy got on to his knees at my side and began to palpate my thigh. "What are you doing?" "I'm trying to massage your thigh muscle, trying to get more blood and oxygen through the muscle so that it heals quicker". I closed my eyes and relaxed into my grassy mattress, Leroy was being very gentle with his massaging, I could feel the obvious power that he had in his fingers but he was using then as instruments of healing rather than of power. I was almost mewing as he worked his fingers into my thigh, because of my age I had quite a layer of 'puppy fat' covering my thigh muscle and Leroy was working hard to get his fingers deep into the muscle without hurting me too much. Whatever he was doing he wasn't hurting me, I got a feeling between my thighs, that place that all girls have but that we are never supposed to admit that we do, not until the wedding night that was. Wow, I had never in my short life felt this way before, Leroy was working his hands up my thigh, each time he got close to 'the promised land' he would stop and begin the long journey back towards my knee again. Leroy kept up the massage for around an hour, I was in need of sun lotion but didn't want to say anything in case he stopped.

I decided to do something to quench the feeling I had between my thighs and the next time Leroy reached the highest point he massaged up to I lifted my bottom off of the towel, only an inch or so but the effect was worth it, Leroy's finger tip slipped that fraction of an inch and brushed against my swimmer bottoms. Leroy had the reactions of a cat and the muscular strength of a Leopard, he went from kneeling to standing in the twitch of a muscle. I could see that he was blushing right down to the waistband of his shorts. Leroy also seemed to gain a slight tent in the front of his shorts just before he disappeared into the river to cool down. I followed after him, I wanted to tell him how sorry I was to have moved like that and sorry that I had embarrassed him too but I didn't, I just swam over to him and splashed water over his head. We spent a while play fighting in the water, nothing too strenuous it mostly consisted of Leroy picking me up and throwing me away from him into deeper water.

After our sandwiches and chips I asked if I could read his rough book, "No, not until I have it in my exercise book". I sat and wrote my essay, I always did it straight into my exercise book, it had been a few years since I had the need of a rough workbook for English. Leroy spoke without stopping his writing, "Eight or nine", I wanted to say eight or nine what but I knew the answer, he was telling me the number of girls that he had sex with. I wanted names, details, facts and figures, this was real life, not a sanitised story in a mass-produced book produced especially for young women. I knew, I believed, everything there was to know about love, well everything the books at school and in the county library could tell me, Leroy could tell me more, he could tell me the truth, the raw side of love, the lust, the passion, the sex.

Leroy didn't volunteer any more information that afternoon, we talked about this and that during our walk home but if I began to get him close to the subject of the eight or nine girls he just skipped and altered the subject.

Mom was working late at the diner, her second job, it didn't pay near as much as her main job but some nights she did well on tips and they were placed in a huge jar in the kitchen which, she assured us was going to pay for a visit to the Atlanta County Fair some year. On the first day of the new school year we would hear fifteen different accounts of the Atlanta County Fair, for the dirt poor of Georgia. The Atlanta County Fair was the high point of their lives, some only ever got to go once in their lives, mom had been when she was a child and she wanted more than anything to take Leroy and me to see the wonders of the Fair.

I had heard rumours that at the private schools, the schools where the children of people with money went, they talked about trips to Europe or to Hawaii, I reckon some of the rich kids probably got a trip to the moon if they really wanted one. Leroy and I had never been troubled to write about the Atlanta County Fair, 'cos we had never seen it. All we two could write about was dirt-patch Georgia, our own back yard or as far away as the river to the south or the sawmill to the north.

"You awake?" Leroy was outside my bedroom door, well I say my bedroom, the room had been one bedroom before pa built a wall out of packing strips from the cases that delivered machine parts to the factory where he worked before it closed down. Pa worked in the stores, he could bring home all the wood he could carry from those old packing crates. In the winter that wood was all that kept us from freezing to death and in the summer the wood made forts for Leroy, dolls houses for me and the wall that separated Leroy and me as we slept. "No! I'm not sleepy", I called back through the thin wooden wall. It was nine o'clock in the evening, mom would be working until midnight if the diner was busy and around another hour if the diner was quiet. "Mary, turn your light out", Leroy called through the wall, "It is out", I replied. Leroy opened my bedroom door and peeked in, "Close your curtains", I hopped off of my bed and closed the drapes across my half of the huge window that had served one room but now served two. I chose to wear a night-gown to bed with no sheets or blankets but I knew that Leroy preferred to sleep eau-natural with a thin cotton sheet to cover him in the summer. I heard the padding of feet on bare wooden floorboards and felt my mattress depress as Leroy sat on the foot of it. My eyes took a long time to customise to the totality of the darkness but they did allow me to see a little of my brother as he sat there on the foot of my bed talking to me. He was sweating and I could make out the sheen of sweat on his body in what little light there was coming from the moon through my thin drapes. Leroy was telling me about the girls that he had used, "Have you never wondered why we have fifteen cheerleaders when there are fifteen players on the basketball team, they are there to help us celebrate when we win and to take out our frustrations on when we lose". He explained how mechanical sex could be when you knew that the girl with you had been with most of your friends and you knew that they weren't there because they loved you, just a job to them. He told me that he was glad that I didn't need the extra grade point that the cheerleaders got for supporting the school team throughout the season. "What do you mean, extra grade point?" I asked, "If a cheerleader had a 'B-' average at the end of the year it is converted to a 'B'". I had thought that the reason I had never been asked to be a cheerleader was my two left feet or the fact that I had no 'attributes' to fill out a cheerleader's blouse. But it was because I was an 'A+' student so what could they offer me in exchange for all the time and commitment that cheerleading took up.

"How's your thigh?" "It only hurts a little now, your massage worked just fine", I said. I could see in the faint light that Leroy was making to reach out toward me, his right hand was searching my bed for my feet. "I guess it would feel even better if I could get another massage", I said, "OK, I'll give you another massage sometime if you like!" I knew that Leroy was casting, I had seen him fishing from the riverbank often enough to spot ground bait going out and then the line being cast out after it. "Well you could give me a little massage right now, while we are talking if you like". Leroy's hand shot back to his lap, I couldn't make out exactly what he was doing, his body cast a dark shadow across his lap. "OK, well if you really want me to I could, just while we are talking!"

I made an executive decision, I quickly shucked off my panties, hoping that Leroy wouldn't see me do it even if he felt me through the Mattress. "Should I take off my nighty?" "If you like, I can't see anything anyway". I pulled the thin cotton material over my head and lay down, I had been sitting up until that point, I checked my clock, it was nine-thirty, the earliest mom could get home would be ten-thirty or anytime after up to almost one am. As I slid down the bed my feet came into contact with Leroy's naked thigh. He almost jumped but then calmed down. He began to rub my lower leg trying to reach as far as my thigh but he couldn't from that position so he had to move along the bed and sit by my side. The shadow was now completely different, I could make out his cock in the faint light, I gasped slightly at the sight of it. I had seen plenty of boys my own age when I was younger, but I had never seen an actual, real life, erection especially that size. I had a sudden feeling of fear, seeing Leroy's cock in that 'excited' state, I didn't really have a plan, I wanted something from Leroy but I would have been totally happy to have a theory lesson. Just to listen as he told me about the mechanics of sex but now this was different, we were both naked in my bedroom and Leroy was about to massage my thigh.

"How does that feel?" Leroy's fingers were working their magic on me once again, "Mmmm nice" I replied. Leroy reached the point that earlier he had begun the return journey, this time he just held his hand there, right at the top of my thigh, palpating my thigh muscle through the layer of puppy fat. I reached down and placed my hand on top of his, I drew his hand an inch higher before he resisted me so I let go of his hand again and left his fingers massaging me just short of my mound. He was still making the movements with his fingers that approximated massage but now his fingers were over sinew. "So you don't love any of the cheerleaders then?" "No, not at all, I just, just", Leroy turned his head away from me, I knew that he could see as much of my body as I could see of his and now he was looking away. I calculated that he was an inch or less away from bolting for the door and the safety of his own room. "It's OK surly if they want you in the same way?" "What do you mean?" "Well they are using you guys to get an extra grade point and you guys are using them to help you wind down or get rid of frustrations". Leroy relaxed once more and his fingers began to massage once more. I decided not to risk putting my hand on his again but chose to slide down the bed a fraction of an inch, I knew that Leroy had felt me move but he kept his hand working the same relative spot which placed his fingers squarely on top of my mound.

"You don't have any hair yet?" "No, not yet! How about you, do you have hair there yet?" "Yeh, lots" "Can I touch?" "No!" There were little shivers running through my body now, Leroy's fingers were massaging my mound. I opened my thighs slightly and felt Leroy reposition his fingers so that they were rubbing my labia, he moved slightly from side to side allowing his finger tips to brush lightly over the valley that would grow, if needed to, to accommodate a man.

I placed my right hand on Leroy's right thigh, his fingers stopped their wandering slightly, poised once again for flight, "It's OK, I want to feel you, I have never touched a boy before, you would be helping me a lot to find out things safely". Leroy breathed out a huge sigh, I thought it was a sigh of regret for the position we were in right there but it wasn't. Leroy's fingers left my pussy and brushed softly along the length of my body. He was sliding his body down towards mine and as he moved my hand came into contact with his cock. I felt his hot breath on my cheek and he kissed me one tiny kiss on my left cheek before I turned my head and my lips met his, just a rub of a kiss as my fingers ran through his pubic hair and over his rock hard cock shaft. Then our lips met even harder and Leroy forced my lips open with his tongue and began to explore my mouth I felt his hand grasp around my own which was just holding his member tightly. He moved my hand, teaching me how he liked to masturbate, how he liked to be masturbated. It felt like his cock was growing with each pump of my hand, my mind was working out the mechanical precept of dimensional reality. I could only hope that my vagina was like the TARDIS and would turn out to be much larger on the inside than it appeared to be on the outside. Leroy began to buck his thighs slightly and his breathing was speeding up and then my hand became very wet, Leroy had climaxed and as he did his lips locked against mine and his tongue delved as deep as it could into my mouth. Leroy repositioned his body slightly, my hand fell to my side and I felt the sticky gloope that was his seed all over my thigh and now the bed also. Leroy began to work a finger tip into my vaginal slit, "I've never done this to a girl before", he said, he began to fumble around inside of my tiny body, just one finger, as it hit my clitoris it was like electricity passing between us. My bottom bucked up off of the mattress in response, Leroy took the hint and began to concentrate in that area more. He began to kiss my stomach and worked his mouth along my body until he reached the tiny mounds that would become my breasts any time now. He nipped one of my nipples, which responded instantly. I had never felt anything like it before, the blood began to flow into my nipple, making it feel even hotter than his mouth had earlier when he nipped it. The blood was engorging my nipple, Leroy was amazed at the feeling in his mouth as my nipple responded to him. I was panting myself now, I was close, so close to my first ever orgasm, not just my first one with a boy but my first ever, I had never touched myself in that special place in my life before and now I knew what I had been missing. I could be mind fucked by books all day, every day but this feeling of flesh on flesh was so totally different, so mind-blowingly different that I knew that it would change my life totally and for ever. Leroy changed tack at that point, I was standing on the edge of a cavern, on a precipice, right on the edge of an orgasm and then Leroy fired his finger deep into my vagina. The suddenness of the pain caused both my hand shot to his wrist, I grasped his wrist to hold it there with his finger deep inside my vagina and I began to hump my fanny against his hand.

Leroy had one climax and he was totally satisfied, I had reached my first ever climax and I wanted to feel it over and over again.

Leroy lay by my side until we heard mom come home and then he tiptoed back to his own room but not before he gave me a wonderfully gentle kiss first.
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Morning broke, I felt on top of the world, I dressed in a simple T-shirt With Shorts and knickers, that's all, no socks or vest or bra, just three items of clothing. I opened my curtains and as I walked towards my door I noticed to my horror that there was a little red stain right in the middle of my bed-sheet. Mother would know that it wasn't my t ime for a visit from my period, I only had that 'pleasure' two weeks before. Had to work out a plan, I casually draped my nighty in such a way as to hide the offending spot, mom would go to work soon and I would have enough time to wash my sheet, hang it in the sun for an hour or two. I stopped then, the previous night had been crystal clear, a huge moon so full and bright, I give my self a little blush when I remembered that I could see Leroy's manhood even through my closed drapes the night was so bright. But now, this morning was overcast, very low clouds and a river mist all but filling the valley, would I be able to get my sheet dry if the sun didn't burn the cloud off. I asked mom if there was anything I could do to help with breakfast, she looked towards Leroy's door, stood still and quiet, you could hear Leroy, snoring like a buzz saw. Please go and see if the chickens have laid any egs today. That was usually one of Leroy's chores, them chickens could be mean to anyone they thought was fixin' to steel their eggs.

I searched in all the places I could think of looking and found five eggs, if I missed a few it wasn't a problem, they would turn eventually into chickens themselves and then we would get food for the pot. I put the basket of egs in the kitchen, mom wasn't there, I saw that my door was open, my bed no longer had my nighty laying casually on it. I could hear my mother's voice coming from Leroy's room.

Mother knew, or guessed that Leroy hadn't had real sex with me, she could tell from the feel of the stain that it was simple girl fluid, no stiffness to the stain, but there was a stiffness close by. I drew my hand to the side of the blood stain, there was a roughness to a stain that couldn't be seen, where my hand had deposited Leroy's seminal fluid as it fell to my side. Mom had also heard Leroy go from my room to his own as she arrived home. "I understand Leroy, you're a grown man now, you have needs I know all about that. Your sister isn't ready for that yet!" I climbed on top of the chest of draws at the foot of my bed, at night when my room was dark I knew that there was at least one shaft of light coming through the packing case wall between our two rooms. I found it, it was difficult to see while standing on tip-toe buy I could see my mother sitting on the edge of Leroy's bed. She was half chastising him and half apologising to him for not being able to give him the life that he deserved. Leroy didn't say anything, mom was doing all the talking that was needed to be done, she had made up her mind that her boy was making the trasnition from boyhood to manhood and that there was a danger that I, his sister would be the conduit for that transition.

I watched as mom's soothing hand, at first on Leroy's thigh, had moved slowly as she spoke and was now resting on top of what had become a tent in his bed-sheet. I watched as my mother decided that it was her place to help her son move from the one state to the other and then she was on her back on Leroy's single bed. She didn't undress, she didn't even remove her dressing gown, she simply opened the lover half of her dressing gown and as Leroy covered her body she pulled the front of her nighty up, just enough to allow him access but not enough to let him look at her body.

I was totally fascinated by what I was seeing, this was a ton better than reading about things in a book. Leroy got into his stride quickly, mother looked fully dressed but Leroy was naked and he looked good. My mother began to look worried, but I realised that it wasn't wory, it was that feeling that I remembered from the night before, then she gasped as if in pain and then she lifted her legs and hooked her heels behind Leroy's bottom and began to pull him tighter against her body with her feet and her arms.

Her gasping for breath got faster and then she swore a little and began to call out "Oh God! Oh God!" and then Leroy pushed real hard against mother, he was still, all but a couple of times when his buttock muscles jerked. I recognised the movement, I had felt it the previous night, through my hand and through the bedsprings, Leroy was leaving his seed inside of our mothers stomach.

As mother left Leroy's room I heard her say, "Now boy, you just leave your sister alone, you hear me?" I watched as Leroy nodded his head in mothers direction.

I stood still like a bird that don't want to give away the position of her nest as mother walked past my open bedroom door. She stopped for a moment, I could see that in her mind she was going to come in my room to collect my soiled sheet, then something persuaded her counterwise, and she walked off to her bedroom. I was down and through my door fast as lightening, I grabbed the egg basket and ran to the kitchen door, I turned just in time to make it look like I had only just returned from the great egg search. "Sorry mom, this is all I could find, I did look careful honest!" Mother looked strained, she was searching through the junk cupboards, she ran into the bathroom, ran back to her bedroom back to the kitchen. Mother had obviously lost something that was important.

"Have either of you seen a rubber bottle with a long hose coming from the bottom of it?" Leroy shook his head, he had begun to cut into the bread that mother had baked earlier, mother looked at me with her hands on her hips and her head on one side. "You mean the plant waterer?" I said, "What?" Mother's face was purple, "After pa left, when Auntie Jess came over you threw that thing out of the room and told Jess that was another thing you wouldn't need anymore. So I rescued it to use as a flower warterer". I took my mother out the back of the house, to the small patch of dirt that I had been allowed to use to grow flowers in. I lifted the foliage up and there in the middle of the flowering crop was her douche bag, the rubber hose pinched over at the end and small holes pierced along the length of the hose to allow water to trickle out. Every second or third day I filled the bottle up with water and it gradually released its cargo over a few days. I had the absolutely best crop of flowers that I hadever had in my life. Mother sat on the ground hard, she was half laughing and half crying, she gathered me in her arms and hugged me to her. ""id i do something wrong mom?" I asked, "God! Oh lord, I do hope not my darling girl!"

Mother wrote a note, she wrapped two five-dollar bills in the note and told me that I would have to run an errand to Clovise, to the drugstore there. My mother worked in our village shop, which was far enough away, three miles as the crow flew, Clovise was at least six miles, but our village didn't have a drugstore. "It's a bit late now, but........." I promised to be careful, Leroy would need to stop at home all day as he had things that needed to be done before school started the following Monday. After mother went to work, I asked Leroy what it had felt like, "What what had felt like", he said innocently. "You and mom, what did it feel like?" Leroy looked down at his feet, his face a little red, "You got to tell me, if you're gonna obey mom and not do me, you at least have to tell me!" I blurted out, "If I could get me some condoms then I could do you without upsetin' mom", Leroy said casually.

I had a dollar of my own, I had saved it up for a long time, ten cents here, a penny there, I had traded small coins for larger ones and then converted the lot into a dollar bill, surly them condoms can't cost more than a dollar. "Would the drugstore in Clovise sell them condom things?" I asked, Leroy just nodded his head, "Would one cost more than a dollar?" I asked, "Hear tell that you get three for fifty cents", Leroy said.

I took mom's note into the kitchen, I used the same pen that she had used to write the words 'one douche bag please', I took me another piece of paper from mom's book and copied her hand exactly, only this time the note had 'and a pack of condoms' added to it. The most difficult thing to copy was mom's signature but I guessed that I had just about managed to make a convincing likeness. Anyhow, how would a girl of my age get ten whole dollars.

The shopping trip took three hours, the druggist had placed the new douche bag, in it's shiny box with the price tag of five dollars and ninety five cents, and a small package with no picture on the box or anything into a large brown bag, roller the top over and fixed it with two staples to stop prying eyes. I hadn't realised that Georgia State law called on any drugstore owner to notify the Sheriff if any person they believed to be under twenty-one tried to procure prophylactics. He was doing me and my mother a big favour by selling them condoms to me and an even bigger one by not telling the Sheriff that my mother had sent me out to get something as criminal as them there condoms.

Once home I threw away the brown bag, the till receipt and my note, placed the very colourful box with its rubber contents on the kitchen table with four dollar bills and one cent and mom's original note to the druggist on top of the lot. I took the condoms to Leroy, "How the hell did you get these?" he asked, "I'm smart", simple answer but effective. "You gonna use one of them condom things on me now?" I asked, Leroy shook his head, "Nope, mom isn't at the diner tonight so she'll be home in time for supper, I don't have time today, but I will have tomorrow, I promise you!" Leroy's answer wasn't great but it was better than no!

I had cooked supper by the time mom got home, simple fare, and finishing off the bread that mom had baked early in the morning, I was in my room reading after washing the pots, I could hear mom and Leroy taking, Leroy was talking in a whisper and mom was saying, "No!" a lot. Mom went out for a walk, just to clear her head, Leroy came into my room and sat on my bed, he was rubbing his hand on my thigh, letting his fingers ease past the edge of my shorts and a little beyond, "Lee, my curtains are still open", I made to slip off the bed but I was stopped, Leroy wanted my curtains to remain open. He started to undo the button at the side of my shorts and pull the zipper down. Mother was calling him from the kitchen before he could even see my panties. "I'll leave mom's door open later" Leroy whispered to me. Leroy went and kept mom company until it was my bedtime. I kissed them both goodnight and went to my bedroom, I didn't close the door all the way but left a sock trapped at the bottom so that the door looked closed and wouldn't move in a draught. The hallway light went off just a few seconds later, there was still a little light though, i realised that the light was shining out from mothers open bedroom door.

I left it a few minutes before moving as silently as I could to my mother's bedroom door.

Mother was whispering to Lee to turn the light out, "No!" mom was pleading with my brother to turn the light off and spare her modesty, "No!" Lee was adamant, he wanted to do this and he wanted to see everything. I watched as Leroy undressed mother completely. She had very large breasts, "You think Mary will have breasts like yourn when she is full growed?"" Mom blushed, "I don't think so, I had my breasts started by her age". Lee made a great show of playing with mothers breasts, he was actually biting her nipples quite hard and palpating her just like he had my thigh when he was massaging it. Mom threw her head back, Lee was kissing along the side of her neck while twisting her nipples hard. Mother was now fully naked, I had never seen her full naked before and she did look wonderful all be it a little old. Lee's hand dipped between mom's legs and she gasped in a deep breath, then she pulled the front of Leroy's shirt and tore off all the buttons. Leroy was as nude as mom in a second, he would need a lot of mending on his shirt and a new button on top of his trousers but apart from that little dammage was done.

Lee was sitting on the bed and he pulled mom on to his lap, I couldn't see exactly what they were doing but my mother was climaxing in seconds, Leroy had his arms pinned around mothers upper body and as she began to climax he was lifting her clear of his lap and almost throwing her back down again. As her buttocks cleared his lap I could see his penis, hard as steel and ramrod straight, the mushroom part of his penis was still just inside her pussy when he threw her back down again. Mom was making a lot of noises, sometimes growling some mewing and then Leroy began to grunt and he pulled mom down onto his lap and held her tight as he issued a few oaths that a good boy would never say in front of his mom.

Leroy maintained his grasp on mom, she was wriggling, trying to get free, "Please let me use my douche now, please Leroy!" Lee turned her onto her back, his cock didn't leave her body he just pined her under him and began to do her the same way that I had watched him do her earlier. He was very powerful, as he lifted up from her I could see that his cock was all shiny and slick, he even pulled mom to one side slightly so that I could see between them more clearly. I could clearly see his seminal fluid being pumped out of mom's body as he forced his cock into her over and over again.

I watched for around forty minutes as Leroy pistoned himself in and out of our mother. She had climax after climax, their bodies were drenched in sweat and then Leroy began to make the noises that he did when he was climaxing, he kept real still as he delivered another load of boy gloop into his mothers body. Mother was now desperate to get out from under Leroy, desperate to get to her new douche bag and irrigate her self clean of his sperm.

Leroy relented after fifteen minutes of holding himself inside our mother's body, I had seen dog's do it before, after the boy dog leaves his sperm in the girl dog they can't get apart, mom had said it was because a dog would go looking for another boy before the first one had done its business, so god ties them together so that she can't.

I kad to skip quick back into my bedroom as mom rushed past pulling her dressing gown over her naked body, she was all fingers and thumbs as she tried to fill the douche bag too quickly, she then rushed out the back of the house to the toilet which was around twenty yards away from the house. I popped my head around the door when I was sure that mom was going to be outside for a few moments. "What are you doing? I thought you was going to do me next!" Leroy told me to go back to my bedroom and wait.

When mother finally arrived back in home she had been crying a little, she was very worried. I managed to close my door onto my sock just before she saw me watching her.

It was a few minutes before mom came to my room, she was totally naked, she didn't say anything, she just helped me to take my nighty off and she led me into her room, both of us as naked as the day we were borne.

I noticed that Leroy had the packet of condoms in his hand and he had opened it to take out a silver foil wrapped condom. My mother had to lay me on the bed and open my legs for Leroy, I pieced together that Leroy had given mother an ultimatum, he had told her that one of us would be pregnant by him, he didn't mind which. Mother had given Lee all the ammunition for his blackmail plan when she thought that she was helping him out earlier. If she hadn't allowed him to fuck her the way he did he was going to fuck me without protection, and I wouldn't have the douche to use either. I was so desperate to feel Leroy in me that I forgave him the way he was going about getting me.

My mother was kneeling on her bed; she pulled me in front of her, my back to her stomach. She pulled my head to her breast so that I had one breast over each shoulder and my head cushioned between them. Mother placed one hand under each side of me, at the junction between the top of my thighs and my buttocks; I was raised off of the bed slightly to bring my vagina more in line with Leroy's cock as he inched toward me with that ridiculous looking rubber prosthetic sheath covering him up, the teat on the end looked like a bobble hat on a tiny dolls head. Mom extended the middle finger of each hand so that it pressed lightly against each side of my labia and as Leroy's huge cock closed in on me mom opened my flower to him. Leroy was so, so, gentle, he had already fucked our mother twice so there was no pent up animal passion left in him, only tenderness and love. Leroy took his time entering me as slowly as he possibly could; mom was easing me open all the time, trying to make my transition from girl-hood to woman-hood as pleasant as possible for me. Leroy gradually sensed that he could do more, be a little more aggressive, build up the intensity of his sexual act on me and as I proved I could take him in me my mother helped less and less.

It took Leroy the best part of an hour to fill the teat on that condom, I had totally soaked my mother's bed with my sweat, I had been taken to the highest heights of feelings that it was possible for a human being to feel. I was sure that in the whole of my life I wouldn't ever feel this special again, there is after all only one first time for a girl. And there aren't many girls that have their mother there to help them through the pain part and on to the pleasure, so much pleasure, all I wanted to do as Leroy pulled his rubber encased cock from my body was to curl up and sleep but mother made me go out into the toilet with her and we both squeezed into that small wooden cabin that housed our potty and mother plugged the hose of that douche bag into my body and flooded out any potential 'Houdini' sperm that had made it through the latex.