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Hi Folks
 
Thought you might like this story. It was a finalist for a silver clitty a  
few months ago. 
 
Paige<1st attachment, "Johanna pt 1. ff.doc" begin>


The Word On Johanna
The Word On Johanna
By Paige Turner
Part 1 of 12 (ff)


The word was out on Johanna and I must have heard about Saturday
night's party at Scott's at least five times before lunch, each
story getting even more lurid than the one before.

Johanna was one of the 'good girls' at our school. You know, one
of those that were 'saving it for marriage' and that wouldn't
give a guy more than a good night kiss and wouldn't let you cop a
feel even over her clothes, much less let you have any bare
titty. The only reason she ever got asked out was because she was
so god damn gorgeous. That and the fact that every guy hopes that
maybe he'd get lucky. Guys are such optimists.

Well, I knew something about her that the other guys didn't know,
but then, they didn't live next door to her, nor did the have
Kathy for a sister.

Kathy and I were the only two kids in our family and we didn't
have any kids our age living out on the Werth Road when we were
younger. Jimmy Johnson was the only other kid that lived out near
where we were and he was five years older than Kathy and I, and
five years is a huge age difference with kids. 

Kathy and I are fraternal twins, by the way. She had mom's red
hair and I got dad's rather lack luster blond mop. To look at us,
you'd never think we were related, much less brother and sister.
Like I said, there wasn't any other kids where we were, so we had
to depend on each other for company if we didn't want to play
alone. So we were much closer than any other brothers and sisters
I know.

I won't go into how I had to play with her dolls if I wanted her
to play catch with me, as it sounds kinda faggy. She read my
Hardy Boys books and Tom Swift's and I read her Nancy Drew's. She
got to be pretty fair with throwing a baseball and could bait a
hook with a worm without getting squeamish about it. I found out
what girls look like and she and I showed each other our fist
pubic hairs when we finally got them, and she showed me how girls
'got their cookies' and I showed her how boys jacked off. We
shared a lot of things that we never told anyone about, well, no
one until Johanna that is.

When the weather was hot, we'd go down to the creek and take
hookers, and she'd ask me about how this or that outfit looked on
her and tell me that what I was going to wear looked dorky and
neither one of us would take offence. Well, sometimes she'd be
really grouchy and I'd know where she was in her menstrual cycle
just by her attitude and go hang out by myself: no big deal.

Our dad was a traveling salesman, and no jokes, please. His
territory covered five states and he frequently was gone for
weeks at a time. Our mother was a nurse that worked mostly night
shifts, so my sister and I grew up getting our own breakfasts, as
she would get home after we left to catch the school bus and we
damn well better be gone by the time she got back home from work.
So not only were we playmates, we were also classmates and came
to depend on each other more than most brothers and sisters did.


This had its ups and downs. As all girls do, she matured before I
did sexually. I was jealous of her growing pubic hairs before I
did, and that kind of is a weird thing to say about your sister,
isn't it? We had been bathed together as kids and my mom, with
that no nonsense about the body that all nurses seem to have,
didn't worry about our comparing genitals when she walked in on
us playing in the tub. She just figured that playing doctor was a
part of growing up and didn't lay any guilt trips on us. So when
Kathy or I was in the shower, it was all right if the other had
to come in and use the john as long as we didn't flush. The house
plumbing system would cut down the hot water when the cold was
being diverted to the filling the toilet tank and we both had
been scalded once or twice and wouldn't do it to the other.
Whoever was in the shower would just flush the bowl when they got
out and it was no big deal. 

So why am I telling you all this? Because we told each other
stuff, no matter what it was. 

Johanna moved into our neighborhood when she was fifteen and my
sister was overjoyed to have another girl to play with. Johanna's
mom and dad had just gotten divorced and her grandfather had this
house that he'd rented out for years to various people, none of
whom had kids. But being family, he'd told the tenants that were
there when her folks decided to break up that they would have to
move because his daughter was going to need a place to stay. So
out they went and we suddenly had a kid our age to play with. Or
rather, my sister did. Hunky dory for her, but that left me kind
of left out in the cold as far as having someone to hang out
with. 

The thing that finally made it okay was that I was about three
months from my sixteenth birthday and that meant that I could
finally get my drivers license. Getting your drivers license is a
big deal in any teenagers life, but especially so in mine. My mom
and dad had put aside some money for my first set of wheels, but
it was a conditional loan. I'd have to get a job to pay them back
for the three hundred bucks they shelled out for the old 58
Chevy. 

As far as cars went, that old Chevy was a pretty cool car for the
time. It had a big, gas guzzling 348 engine in it, a two speed
automatic, a bit of rust over the quad head light rims that I
would eventually Bondo up and repaint in a black that didn't
quite match the rest of the car, but it was a two door hard top
and that was really cool back in the mid sixties. For some
reason, having a 'post' wasn't as neat as having a hard top when
you were cruising the burger stand. Having wheels made me cool,
as far as being able to get dates went. You have to understand
that not having wheels and living out in the sticks made dating
something of a problem and I didn't 'date' date until I was
sixteen. I spent a lot of time flogging the dog, but I wasn't
able to go out as I was too far out of town to get to the dances
by walking or riding my bike, so I was a late bloomer. Suddenly
having wheels, man, it gave my life a whole new meaning, to say
the least! 

Kathy and I had ridden the school bus since we were in
kindergarten and this social handicap applied to her as well as
me. No after school activities for us, no team sports, nothing
but a few extra study halls at the end of the day to fill up our
free time until the bus left to take us home. We quickly figured
out in high school that if we didn't show up for the first one,
our names wouldn't go on the seating assignments and nobody
really cared if we skipped out on study hall, so we would have
some free time and would try and get our classes so that we would
have two study halls at the end of the day, which gave us some
time to walk the four blocks to down town and hang out in a
coffee shop, or go buy clothes, or browse the magazine rack in
the drug store. Not much fun, but it was the only chance we got
to do those things during the week, and we took as much advantage
of it as we could. 

I wound up becoming the chauffer to my sister and Johanna, as it
was a lot cooler to ride to school in a car with the radio
blasting out top 40 AM radio than it was to sit on a bus that
meandered its way through the back roads and picked up forty or
fifty kids. It meant that we could sleep in longer, which was a
big plus, and Johanna's mom gave me five bucks a week for gas
money, which was a pretty nice thing to do when gas was 29 cents
a gallon. We could cruise around all night on two dollars worth
of gas, so that was really generous of her. 

I had gotten a job three days a week washing cars at one of the
used car lots in town. One of my dad's classmates from high
school owned the place, and I was making a dollar and thirty-five
cents an hour, which was the minimum wage back then. I'd wash the
used cars, vacuum them out, wax the 'new' ones that showed up and
generally take and do whatever needed doing to make sure that
they looked good and were ready to sell. Sometimes I would drive
one over to the tire shop on the south side of town and wait
while they were getting new tires and read car magazines and
drool over the customized cars, or maybe I'd get lucky and find
an Esquire in the stack of old magazines left in the customers
waiting area. My sister and Johanna would catch the school bus
home days I'd work, and when I wasn't working, we'd go hang out
down town, or they and I would meet up at some prearranged place
and time and drive home together. Long as we left a note for my
mom and Johanna called hers to let her know where we were, we
pretty much could hang out and stay in town until nine o'clock or
so. I think that Johanna's mom was thankful that she was meeting
new friends, as it was tough coming home and having to fix dinner
at ten o'clock. Her mom had an afternoon shift as a clerk at the
local pharmacy and didn't get off until nine o'clock. She ate
over to our house a lot because of that, or we'd grab something
in town at the burger stand. 

Now, this is a lot of stuff that you have to know so you can
understand how it is that I never dated Johanna, nor asked her
out on a date. She was my sister's friend, and they got to be
thick as thieves, as the saying went. Actually, they got to be a
lot closer than that, but that is getting ahead of the story.

There was an afternoon where they caught the bus after school,
when it was one of my workdays and I wasn't able to drive them
home. My boss, Mr Crenshank, had a call from his wife that their
hot heater had conked out and he had to go home and fix it. His
sales man that was usually there had been up all night, as his
wife had gone into labor at two in the morning and had finally
delivered a baby boy at around eleven thirty in the morning. It
was their first, and Mr Crenshank had told him to take the day
off. Steve was a nice guy and his wife had some kind of problem
and they were worried that she'd lose the baby. His other sales
man was on vacation, so when Mrs. Crenshank called, he decided to
close up the lot for the day and so I had the afternoon off
unexpectedly. 

Our road is paved, but when you get to the driveway, it's just
dirt and old cinders from the coal-fired power plant in town. My
old Chevy wasn't in bad shape, and it didn't make a whole lot of
noise. I actually think I could have been driving a diesel semi
that day and it wouldn't have made much difference. I came in the
back door into the kitchen and could hear this kind of heavy
breathing and groaning coming out of the living room, and I was
curious and I went in to see what my sister was up to that she
was making all this heavy breathing. I thought she might be
exercising or something, y'know? 

Well, I walked through the doorway between the dining room and
the living room and there was Kathy with her legs up around
Johanna's shoulders and her head thrown back and she had a hold
of Jo's hair and was straining and her nose was flaring as she
panted away.  I just stopped right where I was and stared at her,
or rather stared at them. She had her face all twisted up like
she was in pain, her knees spread wide, her hand holding onto
Johanna's head and her hips hunching up and her blouse was wide
open and her bra was pushed back and Johanna was twisting one of
her nipples with one hand and holding her ass with the other one.
So that is what eating looks like, I remember thinking. Kathy was
so into what Johanna's mouth was doing that she wouldn't have
noticed if I had brought a brass band in with me. Johanna had
Kathy's thighs on either side of her head, so she couldn't hear
much.  I could hear the way her tongue was moving in Kath's
crotch, as it sounded almost like a dog slurping out of a water
bowl.

Kathy started to really hunch her hips up into Jo's face faster,
and started talking, saying things that didn't make much sense,
the most coherent being 'god yes, eat me, eat me, ah, Christ,
fuck me with that tongue, Jesus, yeah!' and similar stuff like
that. Then she started to groan and kind of froze, then snorted
and cried out and just kind of went nuts there for a while. All
this took place in about thirty or forty seconds, maybe a little
more. I'll never forget that scene, the TV on, some dumb game
show or something, and Kathy's skirt up around her waist and her
panties hanging off of one ankle and her blouse open and
Johanna's slurping away at her crotch while the MC on the game
show is asking some dumb question of the panel and they're
playing that 'thinking hard' theme music and Kathy's getting
eaten and Johanna takes her hand off of her nipple and grabs her
ass tight and she's coming and I'm thinking, 'oh shit, I can't
believe this' and Kathy's coming and coming and screams out and I
just figured that maybe I should get the hell out of there while
I still could and backed out of the room and then slipped out of
the kitchen and out to my car and then got in and started it up.
Then I heard Kathy saying, 'no, no, enough' and I sat there and
thought about what I had just seen and shook my head and started
to think about what I was going to do. I gave them another minute
while I thought and then just got out of the car and gave the
door a real heavy slam so they would hear me and took my time
walking towards the house and hoped they would have heard me. I
went in the back door and made as much noise as I could, tossing
my books down on the kitchen table, but tossing them short so
they fell on the floor. Then I went to the john and sat on the
throne a while so they could have some more time to get decent. 

You might wonder why I didn't just barge in and make some kind of
scene, maybe got to see something sexy, right? We had a cat named
Annabel Lee, who would occasionally do something really clumsy
and then pretend like she hadn't done it. I'd laughed at her one
time when I saw her try to jump onto the top of mom's china
cabinet from the couch when we had moved the furniture around in
the living room. The cushion she'd tried to jump from had
absorbed most of the force of her spring and she had her claws
going ninety miles an hour as she slid all the way down to the
floor. I'd laughed like hell and she'd torn out of the living
room and hadn't acknowledged my existence for a week. Cats don't
like to be seen looking clumsy, and I knew without a shadow of a
doubt that my sister would feel exactly the same way if I'd
caught her in the living room. If there was one person on this
planet I know best, it's my sister and you can take that one to
the bank, buddy. 

So I gave them time to get respectable and rattled the toilet
paper roll a couple of times and then flushed the john and washed
my hands and then went out to say hi and tell them that Steve's
wife had delivered a baby girl and I had the day off and did they
want to go do something? Johanna said she had to study for a
history test, so she took off and Kathy and I fixed something for
dinner and after I'd studied for a while, we watched some sitcoms
on the black and white TV we had and then we went to bed, just
like nothing unusual had happened at all that day. 




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