One day recently, I was walking down Franklin St. in Rossberg when a relatively pretty black woman walked up to me. "Mister," she said, "do you remember me?" I studied her face for a few seconds then replied, "Not really, am I supposed to?" "Yes sir," she reported, I'm Hattie Weston. You used to go to the creek and swim with my siblings and me."

Then it hit me and I replied, "Hattie, I didn't recognize you. You've grown up so much. I remember you when you were about 14 or 15. Now you're all grown up. How are you?"

"I'm fine Mister. I'm married and got two young uns of my own now." She said proudly.

"How is the rest of your family?"

"They're fine. Momma, Wendell, and Flower still live in our old house. Did you move back here?" she asked.

"No, I'm just here for a few days. My Grandma's in sad shape and I came back to help get her into a nursing home. I'm going to leave on Sunday to drive back to Boston."

"Mister, you got to go out to Mamma's and have a meal with our family. Could you come out tonight?" she questioned.

"Hattie, I would be delighted," I said to her. "What time?"

How about 5 o'clock, is that okay?"

"That's fine, I told her.

"I'll let Momma know. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you."

After we parted, I drove back to the old house, now empty since I helped Grandma move to the nursing home. I took a seat in the rocker I so often used when I would come here. I closed my eyes and I began to think back to when I first met Hattie, Wendell, and Flower.

I was probably 15 or 16 at the time and wild as a March hare. Mom sent me here for several summers, under the guise of helping my grandparents, but really I think to give her and dad time to have some fun without me.

One day, just after I had arrived one year, I walked back to take a dip in the pool formed by a sharp bend in the creek. I hadn't brought any trunks to wear since I usually just shed my clothes and skinny-dipped. As I approached the pool, I heard the voices. It sounded like other kids were already there.

At the time I was a bit put out that my grandpa's property was being violated, so I crept in toward them so they couldn't see me. As I got closer, I finally saw that there were at least 5 kids, some my age and some younger, and all were naked. I didn't know who the were, but there were at least three girls and two boys. All were black; two of the girls very dark and the other a few shades lighter. The boys too were the lighter like coffee with just a bit of cream complexion; both looked much like the oldest girl as far as their facial features.

My eyes fixed first on the biggest girl. She looked to be about 14 or 15 years old and very well developed. She had a heavy mound of black kinky pussy hair and her breasts were full and hung down slightly, causing them to fold under.

I remember hearing my sister talking about her own boobs. One day she announced that she was now happy with her breasts. She said, "I can put a pencil under my boobs and they hold it from falling." At the time, I was not aware of what she was talking about, but after I saw the black girl, then I understood.

The other dark skinned girl was only about 11 or 12. Her breasts were just pointy cones, still smaller then halves of lemons. The hair on her head was long and had just a bit of wave to it. Her facial features were fine and beautiful to look at. Her pussy was smooth and glossy without any sign of hair yet. The third girl was much lighter in color, but with the bolder features of the oldest black girl. She was only about 8 or 9 but, because she was quite heavy, her breasts already had some form to them.

Both of the boys, one about 10 or 11 and the other about 7 or 8 appeared to be related to the oldest girl. Their features were very close and they had closely cropped and very kinky hair. The older one kept running up and grabbing feels of the oldest girl's breasts, something that it seemed she didn't really seem to appreciate.

When the two boys and the oldest girl wadded back into the deeper water, I decided to make my presence known. I stood up and walked to the sand bar they were using to rest.

"Hey man, this ain't no community pool. Get yourself out of here," the older boy demanded.

"I'm not going anywhere," I shot back. This is my grandpa's land and if anybody's got to leave, it's gonna be you."

The older girl took several steps into deeper water, stopped, turned toward me, and folded her arms over her breasts to hide them. "Mister," she said, "we come here all the time and we never seen anybody here before. Why are you here now?"

"Well, I just got here yesterday and I'm going to be here for 9 more weeks so you better get used to seeing me here or go somewhere else," I told her.

"Tell you what. You can stick around if you want. I'm going to do some swimming too if you don't mind, I said to her." It was the first time I'd seen some many people naked at one time. I sort of liked looking at the girls too.

"You going to wear swim gear or you gonna swim like us?" the oldest boy questioned.

I quickly pulled my tee shirt over my head and slid my shorts and boxers down over my hips. Because I had been focusing my attention on the older girl, my cock was standing out hard and tall. I guessed it was because she was the first naked grown-up girl I'd seen in real life.

I walked into the water, not stopping until I was in deep enough for it to reach at least mid-stomach. "Was you looking at my sister?" the older boy asked. "Your thing is all standing up, I can still see it hard under the water." He reached over and grabbed at one of her breasts. She deflected his hand with hers.

We swam and played for most of the afternoon, taking a few short excursions to the sand bar to warm up and then head back into the water. As the time wore on, I realized that the older boy liked to play with the older girl's body. I'd look at them and he would have a hand on one of her breasts, or even between her legs. I learned his name was Wendell and hers, Hattie, and it appeared that she tried to avoid his hands when I could see, but accepted them when I could not.

The middle girl was Flower, and she, to me, was a real beauty. I quickly developed a liking for her and would position myself so I could see her breasts or her pussy. I couldn't keep my eyes from her. Hattie's pussy bulged out near the top where her clitty was. Flower's didn't, instead they were smooth from bottom to top. I guessed at the time it was because of her young age. I would learn later that it was very tiny and to see it, I had to use my fingers to spread her young lips and rub it.

Once that first afternoon, we were all playing in the water. I brushed my hand over her young breast ever so lightly. When I did, she shivered and gave me a long look. At first I thought I'd done something wrong, but then she smiled and nodded her head as if to say, "That's okay. I liked that too."

Over the next weeks, I learned that Flower, Hattie, and Wendell were brother and sisters. Ruby and Jarvis were also brother and sister and were cousins of the other three, their mothers being sisters.

I also learned that Wendell and Hattie were very knowledgeable about sex things. Within the first couple days, I saw the two sneak off several times. I finally asked Flower where they went, to which she replied, "Off to the bushes so Wendell can warm her pussy."

I looked at her strangely and she saw the confusion in my eyes. Before I could answer, she said to me, "They's practicing making babies."

A couple days later, I suggested to Hattie that I'd like to do it too, but she rebuffed me saying, "It's not a good time. I don't want to get a baby and right now it would happen."

"Why were you and Wendell going it?"

"Wendell knows when my body's ripe and when it's not. He don't do anything when it's ripe. You watch, he won't do me till next week so he don't give me his baby."

I wasn't very smart about sex yet, but I accepted the fact that she seemed to know what she was talking about and didn't press the issue. I was hoping that I would get my chance before the summer was over."

We got together at the creek about every day that the weather was fit. Sometimes we would take some cans of soda and some sandwiches. Other times we just took some candy bars or even went without eating all day.

One afternoon, it was almost time for everybody to head home when Flower came to me and quietly whispered, "Bernard, do you want to go with me to a hidden spot like Hattie and Wendell do?"

Her request almost didn't register with me. My mind was still hoping for time with Hattie and I had not given any thought that Flower was also a girl with girl parts. "But Flower, you're too young," I said to her.

"I got a pussy just like Hattie. I even been putting my fingers in and stretching it open for you," she offered. Hattie keeps thinking that I'm doing it like she did so Wendell can do me too, but I don't want my brother, I want you to be my first."

We walked from the water and quietly made our way down the creek a little bit to a place I knew had soft grass and a lot of trees and bushes to give us privacy. When we reached it, I said, "How do we start?"

"Like this," the young girl said to me, and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her. "Kiss me, please."

I could feel her little titties pressing against my chest. It felt so good. As we kissed, I felt her press her tongue between my lips. I relaxed them and felt her push further inside. It didn't take long to realize that what she was doing I liked too and I returned the favor. In no time, the two of us were eagerly sword fighting with our tongues.

As we continued kissing while I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. When I did, I felt the warmth of her legs coddle my hard stick. She tipped her hips slightly causing the pressure between our pelvises to increase. I was getting a bit light-headed and stumbled backward, drawing her with me and in the end, landing in the soft grass on my back with her lying on top of me. We quickly resumed our kissing. When we came up for a breath, she asked, "Do you want to suck my nipples?"

"If you want me to," I responded.

I kissed each of them first, and then began lightly sucking, first one then the other. As I did, almost as if it was controlled by something beyond myself, my right hand drifted downward and found the cleft of her pussy lips. As I toured the slickness between. I stumbled onto the little button near the top. When I touched it, she flinched and moaned.

"Did that hurt?" I asked,

"No, it felt good."

"Flower, do you know what to do? I've never done this before," I finally admitted to her.

She turned toward me and threw one leg over my waist. "Uh huh," she moaned as she spread her legs and straddled my waist with her body.

"Have you done this before," I asked her.

"No, this is my first time, but I watched Hattie and Wendell do it a bunch of times. Sometimes, Hattie even asked me play with the little button between her legs while he had his thing inside her. I felt him inside her, I know what he's doing."

I felt her moving around as she sat upright on top of me. She was warm against my skin and it felt good. As she continued to move around, I felt her put her hand between us; I felt her move my cock so that it was between her pussy lips. It was soft, hot, slippery, and felt so good. She lay down on me and began rocking up and down, grinding her pussy into my cock. This went on for what seemed like a long time when I felt something change. On her next stroke, my prick went into something inside her.

When that happened, she let out a little "Ouch," and stopped rocking for a bit.

It was feeling really good to me until she stopped rocking.

"What happened," I asked her.

"Your thing went inside me."

"Why did you stop?" I asked her.

"It hurt when it went in. I'm letting it rest a little to see if it will start to feel better again," she explained.

In a minute or so, she raised herself up with her arms on my shoulders and, ever so gently, began moving once again. When she was moving somewhat freely again, I looked down and saw that my cock was pushing in and out of her little hole. Each time she pushed down, I could see her the lining of her pussy stretch in and then some out as she pulled away again.

"How does that feel?" she asked me.

"Great, I've never felt that good before," I told her.

"Bernard, can you try to get your mouth on one of my titties, please?"

I raised up slightly and was able to do as she asked; I captured one with my lips.

"Now, suck hard. My titties are tingling so much it feels so good."

With my mouth coupled to her breast, I couldn't see all the way down to the juncture of our sex, though I could hear the squishing sound my cock was making as it went in and out of her pussy.

"Flower, I think I'm ready to shot." I was well aware of what it meant when my balls tightened when I was jacking off. I didn't know what she was going to do, but I did want her to know before it happened.

She sat upright and increased the tempo and the pressure she was putting on my cock.

"I'm cumming, Flower," I told her.

When I said that, she pressed her pussy hard against my cock and held it there. "I can feel it too," she said to me. "You're the first person to put your stuff inside me," she said. "Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?"

"Very good," I reported, "I wish we could do this more often."

She continued rocking for a few more seconds when it began to get almost painful to me. I grabbed her hips and held them still as I looked down between our bodies. On the white of my lower stomach, I could see what looked like blood. There was some too on her.

"Flower, there's blood on us," I observed.

"That means you took my cherry," she announced. "Now, I'm a woman, sort of like my sister."

"What do you mean sort of?" I asked.

"Hattie already started having her monthlies, but I didn't, so we can do it when ever we want, not like Wendell and her." She seemed much more knowledgeable then I was, so I took her at her word. Over the next few weeks, we completely eclipsed what Hattie and Wendell did. They had to stop a couple times, but we didn't, she hadn't started her monthlies so we were safe.

The clock chiming the hour brought me back to reality. I was hot and I was thirsty. I walked to the sink, drew a glass of water, and drank it down. The cool water from the well tasted so good. I walked back to the living room and took my seat once more. Quickly, my mind went back those many years to that summer. I continued to recall our activities as the day continued to drifted on. Before I knew it, the time had slipped away and it was time to drive out to their house as Hattie had asked.

When I arrived, Hattie and her mother both ran out to the driveway and greeted me. I hugged both and we stood there talking for a few seconds. As we turned to move toward the house, Wendell appeared, followed by two girls appeared, one about 9 or so and the other about 4. Those are my girls, Hattie told me. Their daddy drives a truck and he's off somewhere till the weekend. Wendell looked just as I had remembered when I last saw him, the day before Grandpa took me back home to my family. He was tall, skinny, and his hair still very short. We shook hands and he hugged me.

I looked toward the house, wondering if Flower was there, and if so would she be happy to see me. Finally, I saw the door open again and a boy about 9 or 10 appeared.

He held the door for a brief moment and then Flower appeared, walked off the porch, and toward me. She looked as beautiful as I remembered. Her breasts were much more developed then when I last saw her, though they still were not nearly as large as Hattie's. They were very smooth and rounded under her tight yellow tee shirt. They really fit the old cliché, "just a pleasant mouthful and nothing more".

As I looked at her, it seemed that the glow I remembered from long ago was coming back. I'd never seen her look so beautiful as she did now. I so much wanted wrap my arms around her and give her the biggest hug of her life, yet, for some reason I was fearful.

She seemed to sense my reluctance toward physical contact and reached out her hands toward me. I took another couple steps and reached out with mine. Our hands met and quickly, we were pulling one another close. We embraced, hugging so very tight. As we did, she whispered in my ear, " I've missed you so very much."

Finally, we parted slightly. She took a half step back, still holding my hands, and looked into my eyes.

"Bernard, it's been so long. I've wanted to see you again, but I was so afraid too," she confided.

"Why were you afraid?" I asked her.

She looked down so as not to let me see her eyes and said, "Bernard, I've loved you, ever since that day I gave myself to you, I've loved you."

This made me feel uncomfortable. She was telling me this within earshot of her mom and siblings. She was telling them she had given herself to me in that special way; she was telling them that we had done that 'one special thing'. We had done things that, at the time at least and considering our ages, were probably very much unacceptable to most adults.

I was still dwelling on her comments when I heard her say, "Bernard, this is Bernard, our son."

"What, I asked and looked away from her since we coupled hands."

"Bernard, this is Bernard Junior, our son."

"What, I thought you said you didn't get a period yet so you were safe?" I questioned.

"I didn't. I didn't know that I didn't need one to get pregnant. Momma told me later that you caught me before I could get one. I didn't have one until my baby was almost 4 months old.

Momma helped me with him after he was born. I wished you'd come back and be with me so often. I wanted for you to call or write; I wanted to hear your voice so bad. When he started jumping around inside me, I wanted you to be able to feel him too. I wanted you to be in me too like we did so often," she added.

"Momma took care of him while I went to school, but a lot of the kids called me names because he looked so white. It was hard sometimes, and finally Momma decided to keep me home teach me there. I took to that quick. It only took 3 years for me to finish my studies. Then, Momma decided I should go to the university. I just graduated last spring. I got a job working for the state as a biologist. They pay me good and they treat me right too."

I was so blown away by what she told me, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I pulled her to me once more and hugged her.

"Flower, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. You told me you were safe when we did our things. I'm so sorry I caused you to hurt so much."

"Bernard, don't feel bad, it made me strong. It made me want to do good for you and for our baby," she said. "I've always dreamed that you would come back. I wanted so much to tell you about our son."

"Flower, bring your man inside. Supper is near ready and Hattie needs help to get it dished out. You can talk while we finish the table."

I followed them inside, walking hand in hand with Flower. The home was small, but it was clean and well kept. She took my hand and pulled me to her.

"Bernard, before you leave tonight, I would like to feel you inside me again."

I was shocked that she still had thoughts about me. I was even more shocked that she said this in front of her family. "Don't you have a husband or at least a boyfriend," I asked her. She shook her head and said, "Some men at the university wanted me to go out with them. I never told them about our son or even about you, you were the only one I ever thought about. When Hattie and Jim got married, I hurt so bad wanting you."

When Hattie came back from the kitchen to tell us supper was on the table, I was sitting in a chair. Flower was sitting in it facing me, legs spread wide and kissing me.

"Hattie chuckled and told us, "Flower, when you're done with supper, you better go upstairs and spend some time with your man. I think you need him. I don't think you could last another night," she chided.

We did exactly that. After we ate, her mother told Flower to take me up to her room and close the door.

"You spend time together and don't come out until you're good and ready. I'll keep everybody down here with me," she volunteered.

Upstairs, we quickly shed our clothes and climbed onto her Momma's bed. I remembered the first time we were together and suggested we do the same thing again, She he sat on me and did most of the work. As I was getting close, I looked down between us. It was then that the thought crossed my mind and I said, "Flower, you've grown up. You have boobies now and even hair on your pussy."

"Bernard, I know, but there's one thing I don't have."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I don't have any blood down there from when you picked my cherry," she chuckled. "I'll never forget that time when it happened. It hurt, but it felt so good afterwards. That's when I knew that all I wanted was you."

As we lay there, I hugged and kissed her often. I played with her little titties and even put my fingers in her pussy.

"Flower, do you want me to cum in you again?" I asked her.

"No," she said to me, "I want you to make love to me like you did back then. You were always so sweet and caring. I've missed that for so long. I want to feel it once more."

Two days later, we were again in bed, this time in my old room at my grandpa's house.

"Bernard, if we're going to do things again, we need to get a towel. I started my monthlies this morning. It will be messy," she told me.

"Does that mean that we're safe then?" I asked her.

She smiled at me and responded, "It's sure that you're not going to put another baby in me now."

We both laughed, hugged and kissed.

Well, I didn't put a baby in her that day, but it wasn't for lack of trying. We spend nearly 4 hours practicing how to make a baby that day.

This was to be my last day for me in Rossberg, but at the last minute, I decided to put my departure off a bit longer. There was nothing that demanded I return right then, and, I wanted to spend time with Flower and our son. Three weeks later, I finally packed my things into my car and began the drive over the dusty back-county roads to the highway and 1,100 miles back home.

I waited almost 5 weeks before I phoned her. When I did and she heard my voice, she exclaimed, "Bernard, I didn't have my period."

"What?"

"I didn't have my period. You did it to me again. We're going to have another baby."

A month later, I made another drive out to the farm. This time, when I headed back to Boston, I had my girl and our son with me. Now, she is almost 7 months along. We often lay at night with my hand on her belly, her hand on top of mine that we can feel our daughter kicking and preparing for the day she makes her entrance into the world. Both of us are happy that Bernard Jr. will have a sister. I'm happy too that Flower had the desire to wait for me. Our love is very special and I thank God every day for my family.

We've already decided that in a couple of years we're going to return to the farm, this time as owners. We're going to spend lots of time enjoying the warmth of the sandbar, the chill of the cool water, the softness of the sunny glen that was our first bed, and the spot where we conceived our first child.