COUNTRY SUMMER
Lance Vargas

Preface - I have an old friend who knows that I am an erotic
writer. He surprised me with a old, banged up composition book
and told me he wrote this almost 40 years ago when he was a teen.
I've edited only where absolutely necessary, but names remain the
same. After reading I immediately asked if he had more. He smiled
and said no. Sadly, this is his only contribution, and I'm sure
you'll agree with me that he should continue to recollect. Enjoy.

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CHAPTER ONE - THE GIRLS ARE COMING

Every summer we'd go through the same routine. I'd look forward
to the last day of school. Ah, nothing to do but wake up and head
out to the swimming hole. The country life was great. It was
still too early in the season for harvesting so our help around
the farm was not in great demand yet. That was always much later.

No, the early days of summer were quite nice. Slow, easy. Except
when July began to roll around. That's when the girls would come.

We lived in our grandmother's large farmhouse. Our nearest
neighbor, besides my aunt & uncle next door, was a mile away. My
uncle built his house on the farm and did the farming.

My cousins and I had it made. With such solitude we had the run
of the countryside. We lived along the edge of the woods and took
full advantage of that with hunting, fishing and, of course,
swimming. Being as there were no girls in either family, our
inhibitions were quite low. Skinny-dipping was the norm unless
company was present. Visiting cousins meant we had to don our
cutoffs to preserve their modesty. Girls were not allowed even
near the swimming hole. Just in case our guests became unihibited
during play. It wasn't unusual to forgo the trunks during
mid-swim when everyone became comfortable. No sexual connotation
was placed on nudity. It just seemed the logical thing to do.

As summers passed, my best friend and next-door cousin, Pete, and
I discovered the fascinating attraction of the opposite sex. The
stash of "girlie" books I found in my dad's closet guided us in
an education of the female form. Being totally unihibited we
barely noticed each other's erections when perusing these
magazines in our secret clubhouse. The club was an abandoned
horse shed on the edge of the woods. Here was were we smoked our
contraband cigarettes, looked at pictures of naked women, and
shared our desires.

In the eighth grade I learned how to masturbate and couldn't wait
to get to the club to show Pete. It was marvelous. The feeling
was fantastic, we considered ourselves fools for not having
thought of this before. That summer was quite an awakening for
me. It was the first time I ever thought to compare my dick with
anyone else. I noted that mine was considerably longer and fatter
than Pete's. I also had more skin than he did.

When summer vacation came that year, Pete's older brother joined
us in the club to prepare for the first swim. Steve was in the
tenth grade. He was our mentor. He taught us all the dirty words
we knew; he told us about girls and what boys can do with their
dicks. We were getting out of our clothes to prepare to run
through the woods naked to go skinny-dipping when Steve started
talking about fucking again.

Pete and I listened intently as we got undressed. It wasn't long
before we were both hard as a rock. Steve saw Pete's boners and
kind of chuckled. Then he pulled down his pants and underwear and
said, "Now, here's a dick for you." And he was right! It was
long, wide and rock hard with lots of veins just pulsing around
it. Like me, he had a foreskin. He stroked it slowly a couple of
times, just a little drop of liquid at the tip.

"Go ahead and touch it if you want," he said poking his cock
toward us.

His brother, Pete, reached out at grabbed it gently. Then he
said, "I think that Brad's is bigger than yours, Steve."

Steve got mad and said, "What in the shit are you talking about?
Let's see yours Brad."

I walked over to Steve and simply offered by dick for review.
Steve grabbed it and pulled it next to his. Sure enough, mine was
about a half inch longer than his and just a bit wider.

Steve was really pissed off. "Yeah, well maybe. But let me tell
you, women are gonna be scared of something that size. Man,
you're really gonna scare them off when they see that. You better
watch out cause it's gonna grow bigger than that, then you'll
never fuck a girl."

The minute he said that my boner started to wilt. Now I really
had something to worry about. My dick is too big to fuck a girl
with, what am I going to do? And I was still growing.

Steve left the club after pulling up his pants. Pete wanted to go
swimming but I didn't feel like it. I got dressed and left. Now
Pete was upset, too. He couldn't understand why I was making a
big fuss out of fucking a girl. He was still in sixth grade and
while he liked to look at pictures in the magazines he really had
no interest in putting his pecker inside of a girl.

That night after supper I started digging in Gram's sewing basket
looking for her tape measure. I found it and went into the
bathroom. I took off my pants and underwear, and like anytime I
found myself naked I began to get hard. I put the tape against it
and measured--it was 7-1/2 inches from where it started from my
stomach to the tip. I wrapped the tape around it and it measured
6-1/2 inches. I kept these numbers in my head and went into my
bedroom; I got a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote down
the date and put the numbers next to it.

Soon, this became a nightly occurrence and the entries in my log
grew. There was only slight variance in the numbers, except one
night. While digging for something in mom and dad's closet I came
across a new girlie mag. I sneaked it under my shirt and
immediately made off to the bathroom. I sat and turned the pages
slowly, beating myself off to each new picture. I wanted to jack
off until the white stuff came out again, but then remembered the
tape. I went in the medicine cabinet and got out the measure and
put it against my dick as always. Except this time it measured
almost 8 inches! And it was a full 7 inches around! Oh shit, it
was growing again. My hard-on died. I wrapped up the tape and
stuck it behind the nasal spray in the medicine cabinet. Then I
sneaked the magazine back into the closet.

I stayed awake in bed that evening wondering what I was going to
do when I got married. I wondered if a doctor could make me small
again. I had seen my father naked a couple of times and his was
big, too. I wondered if he and mom ever did it or if she was
scared of it. I fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning I had
my normal morning hard-on. Seeing it got me upset all over again.

Pete and I met at the club and I told him about the new
development. That's when he came up with his theory. When a man
exercises he gets big muscles. Therefore, if you exercise your
dick it gets bigger. Simple.

"So, Pete, maybe I should quit jacking off, huh?"

"That's up to you, but if you don't you're going to get bigger."

"Well, you wanna quit?"

"Hell, no. Not me! I don't want to stick my dick in any girl. I
don't care how big mine gets."

"But what about when you get married? How are you gonna marry a
girl if she's scared of you?"

Pete had an answer, "Simple. I won't show her my dick til after
we're married. Then it'll be too late."

Well, Pete's answer didn't satisfy me. I had to take matters in
my on hand, or rather, out of my own hands. From that day on I
gave up masturbation. I quit cold turkey. I just had visions of
this monster getting out of hand and growing to tremendous
proportions. I could see me explaining to Mom why I needed
special-made pants to accomodate my giant penis. Yes, abstinence
was the only answer.

That's not to say that I didn't get desires anymore. My morning
hard-on was always there. But I wouldn't hold it while I tried to
piss, scared that I might be tempted to stroke it and, therefore,
add another millimeter to it's length and breadth. No, I let it
swing free usually spraying the back of the toilet pretty good.

For three weeks I was celibate. It was hard being in the
clubhouse with Pete reading those magazines and beating off with
abandon. One day, Steve joined us to go swimming. We were getting
undressed and Steve saw me putting on some old gymn shorts.

"Why are you wearing those?" he asked.

Pete broke in, "He's scared of getting on bone in the water. He
knows it'll make his dick grow."

That's when we explained our whole theory to Steve about
exercising the love muscle. He gave a real big smile and almost
laughed. That's when a thought came to me.

"Hey Steve, how come your's don't grow bigger. Don't you jack
off?"

"Naw, man, I don't have to jack off. I got girls that'll do that
for me. Besides, I'd rather fuck that get my dick jacked off." He
was one cool guy.

"But don't your dick grow bigger if a girl jacks you off, or if
you screw a girl?" Pete asked.

"No, it don't work like that. See, your dick is made for women,
you know. The more they use it the better it gets. That's what
it's there for. But if you use it by yourself it justs grows."
Steve sure was full of useful information.

"Hey, do you think that if you screw enough that it'll get
smaller or go back to a regular size?" I hoped against hope.

"Maybe. You never know. Hey, by the way, I bet Pammy and Becky
are coming soon, huh?"

"Yeah, I think I heard they're coming Wednesday. And I think
Evelyn is coming with them." I replied somewhat depressed.

Every year Gram has a big celebration at the farm for the Fourth
of July. Family and friends from around the state come for a big
barbeque. To help get the place ready, she always asks my cousins
from out-of-town, Pammy and Becky, to come spend a few days and
help clean up the farmhouse.

Pammy is a year older than me. She's nice and everything but can
be kind of weird sometimes. She's pretty and has a shape just
like a woman. Becky is a couple of years younger than Pammy, and
she's very pretty. She's more shy than Pammy is, though. She
doesn't talk to us much. Oh, she'll play games and stuff, but
when we start talking about serious stuff she usually leaves.

Now, Evelyn is their little sister. I guess she's about Pete's
age, maybe a little younger, but she's a terror. We hate her
cause she tattles on everything. She always wants her way and
will cry if she doesn't get it. We usually run away from her when
she comes visit.

Now I liked Pammy cause she would tell me things about real life
that Steve never would. But sometimes she took things too far. I
remember a couple of years ago when she came for her annual stay
that we were playing in the barn one afternoon. She always wanted
to play with Barbie dolls and stuff, but I never wanted to. So
she made up a new game called "the farmer and his wife." I would
go farming during the day and come home and eat supper at night.
Well, at first this was a neat game because I could leave Pammy
and do whatever I wanted to for a long time, then she would tell
me it's time to come home for supper. So Pete was my hired hand,
and he and I went out to "farm." Then Pammy called me into the
barn to come and eat. When I walked through the barn door she
said, "Oh welcome home, Bradford." Then she hugged me and kissed
me full on the lips!

Man, I broke out of that hug real fast. I wiped my face and said
"What are you doing?" She said, "I just missed you today, that's
all. Now sit down and eat your fish." I didn't want to play
anymore after that. But she said she wouldn't do it again so I
stayed.

The next year I fell for the same game. I "farmed" with Pete for
a while and then she called me inside. Forgetting what happened
last time I didn't prepare myself. She grabbed me again, hugged
me and one more time kissed me right on the lips. But this time
she stuck her tongue in my mouth. My reaction wasn't like the
first time, though. I didn't bolt, in fact, I stayed there
somewhat curious as to what she was doing. But I did feel
something start to stir in my pants as she wiped my teeth with
her tongue.

"Did you like that?" she asked through half-closed eyes.

"I don't know. It's OK. But let's not do it anymore." I was
confused.

"OK, if you don't want..." and she turned around and finished
preparing the "meal."

Pete and I knew they didn't look like the girls in our books, but
they were girls and they were available. We never did talk to
them about real dirty stuff like dicks and tits. But, boy, we
wanted to. Pete and I would go out at night and climb up the
tree, trying to spy in the bathroom when they'd shower. The
windows were usually too steamy, but one time we got a real good
look at Becky. There wasn't much there, but it sure stayed in our
imagination a good long time. Pammy was the one with breasts,
though. And she's the one we really wanted to see. But we knew
she was too good for playing or anything.

The one thing I hated the most whenever they came for their
summer visit was how inconvenient it was for me. Not only was I
to keep them company, and that meant no swimming or clubhouse,
but I had to give up my bed and sleep on the sofa in the living
room. I hated that sofa, it was hard and the plastic stunk.
But since I had a double bed in my room, Mom thought it only fair
that the two girls should share it.

Steve spoke up breaking me out of my reminisence, "Boy, I wish it
was Melanie who was coming."

Yeah, me too. Melanie was another cousin who used to live on the
nearby. She was much older than we were, I guess about 8 years
older than me. They moved away a few years ago, so my memories of
her are sketchy. But I do remember her being absolutely
beautiful. I had one memorable experience with her that I've
never shared with anyone, and I haven't thought about it in a
long time.

Melanie used to visit Gram so she could come and ride horses on
the farm. I was about 7 years old then. One day I rode with her,
and we had bounced all over the place; she was laughing up a
storm. I sat behind her in the saddle and would wrap my arms
around her to hold on. She told me to keep my arms high, way
above her waist. She'd lift my hands, and I was scared because
pretty soon I'd be touching her chest. But every time I'd lower
my hands she'd grab them and place them up there.

When we rode the horse back to the barn, I helped her but the
tack away. I carried the blanket and bridle back to the store
room. When I put them away on the shelf I turned around to leave
and there was Melanie standing there blocking my way out.

She said, "You wanna see something?"

"Yeah, what?" I replied innocently. She then opened her already
unbuttoned shirt and exposed one of her breasts to me.

"You can go ahead a feel it if you want." She offered it to me,
then took my hand and placed it directly on it. I was frozen and
felt this real empty feeling in my stomach. Then she took her
other hand and started rubbing my pants right between my legs. I
was too scared to make her stop, but I really didn't think she
would do anything.

Then she said, "I don't think it's fair that you saw me but I
didn't see you." Then she knelt down in front of me and
unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She pulled them along with my
underwear all the way down to my shoes. My little pecker just
pointed straight up. She then leaned over and put it in her mouth
and kind of puffed on it. She only did that a couple of minutes
then got up off her knees. She unsnapped her shorts and pulled
them and her panties down just a little exposing a little patch
of hair. She put her hands in her panties and covered up her
hair, but she was rubbing it up and down.

After a couple of minutes of this she snapped up her pants and
buttoned her shirt. Then she pulled up my pants and said, "Let's
not tell anybody about this, OK?" I agreed not thinking there was
much to tell.

"Yeah, I sure wish it was Melanie instead of Pammy and Becky," I
sighed.

"Don't forget Evelyn the bitch," Pete reminded us with a vicious
sneer.

"Dammit, why do they have to come a screw up my summer." I was
mad. "They always take my bed and I can't go anywhere. I wish it
was after the Fourth of July right now, then it would all be
over."

"Hey, man, these are chicks. You wanna run them off?" Steve
asked.

"These aren't chicks, they're our cousins. And don't pull your
meat like that, idiot, they ain't gonna do anything with you."
Pete sounded wise.

I was still upset, "Yeah, but I still ain't got a place to sleep.
Hey, why don't we go camping? We could all sleep outside, pitch
the tent on the edge of the woods and just stay there for a
while."

"You think your Mom would let them join us," Steve raised his
eyebrows.

"I ain't talking about the girls, stupid. I'm talking about us.
We could go camping." I just couldn't believe Steve sometimes.

"Yeah, and we could probably spy on them in the bathroom again."
Pete volunteered.

"Hey, good idea. OK, I'll get things set up, you guys get the
food and wood and I'll get the tent and stuff. OK?" Steve was
masterminding the project now.

I didn't go swimming that day, I was too excited about the
camping trip.

"But, Mom, we won't be by ourselves; Steve's coming with us, he
said so." I pleaded.

"Are you sure? I will not let you and Pete camp out alone. Steve
or his daddy has got to be there, do you understand, or it's no
camping." She was pretty firm.

"He will be there. He said so." I thought I had the last word.

"Oh, wait a minute, that's when Pammy, Becky and Evelyn are
coming in. That's Wednesday night. You'll have company here."

Oh, crap. Evelyn was coming for sure. "But, Mom, I don't got a
place to sleep. If Evelyn's coming then I really won't have a
place, cause somebody else is gonna have to sleep on the sofa. It
would be just right if I would go sleep in the tent." It sounded
perfectly rational to me.

"Well, we'll see." I loved it when she said we'll see. That
usually means I won't make a decision on it and whatever you do
is OK.

Wednesday morning I started to go play outside when I heard a
truck drive up and doors close. I looked outside and there was
Uncle Mo's pickup. He was standing outside talking to Gram and
Mom, and there were the three sisters wrestling with their bags
in the back of the truck. Pammy, the curly strawberry blonde,
Becky, who had short brown hair, and Evelyn with blonde hair in
big curls. They sure didn't look like sisters.

"Braaaaaaaddddddd! Brad, come out here and help!" I tried to
ignore Mom's calling, but then I hear Gram, "Bradford, out here,
young man."

Like a shot I ran for the door.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Hi, Brad." "Hello, Brad" Pammy and Becky both greeted me, but I
tried to ignore them - just like Evelyn was ignoring everybody.

"Help the girls with their bags, son. You go ahead and put them
in the front room." Gram always called my bedroom the front room.
Never Brad's bedroom. I don't know why. I knew that it used to be
the parlor when she was younger. But when Grandpa got sick and
had to stay in a hospital bed they converted the room into a
bedroom. That's when Uncle Mo and Uncle Jan built the bathroom on
to it. It's a strange little bathroom, like it was just stuck on
to the outside of the house. Even had a door that led outside.

I remember when I first slept in that bedroom. I was scared
because I felt so all alone. This bedroom was separate from all
the other bedrooms, which kind of had a wing to themselves. But I
was separated by a long hallway and then the massive living room.
Now I loved being all by myself. I could sneak out at night
through the bathroom and nobody would know.

But for the next few nights that bedroom room would be the domain
of girls. My precious solitude would be stolen from me. But that
didn't matter because I was going camping. Gonna rough it. Like a
real country boy.

I finally told the girls hi, and turned around and went inside
with their bags. I threw them on my bed and went back to the
kitchen.

Uncle Mo had left, and Mom was fixing lunch for all of us. At
lunchtime, I was the first at the table. Then one by one, the
girls showed up. They were arguing about sleeping arrangments. I
just smiled to myself. I didn't have to get in on the discussion
this time, because it didn't concern me.

Just then the phone rang. Mom answered it then called me. It was
Pete.

"I saw them drive up a while ago. Looks like Evelyn is with them,
huh? Look, we can't go camping tonight cause Steve's sick. He's
got a bug or something cause he's been throwing up and got the
loose bowels real bad. Anyway, Momma wanted me to tell you. Still
wanna go swimming this afternoon?" Pete sure could change the
subject fast.

"Whatcha mean, he's sick? I can't believe that he's gonna stay
home just because he's throwing up a little. C'mon, you gotta
tell him that we gotta go. I gotta get out of here. Look, don't
tell my mom that he's not coming. Maybe I can still go."

"I dunno, I don't think Momma's gonna let me go anyway without
Steve. You wanna go swimming?" Pete had a one-track mind.

"I can't go swimming, stupid. They're here and I can't go
nowhere. And it looks like I'm gonna be stuck until the Fourth
with them here. Man, I can't believe this." I hung up the phone
feeling very, very depressed. My shot at freedom gone.

"Sit down and eat your sandwich, Brad. We've all said grace." Mom
look at me inquisitively. "Why was Pete calling at lunchtime?"

"Aw, Steve's sick and he can't go camping. We can't do nothing
without him."

"What's the matter with Steve?" asked Pammy. She looked real
concerned.

"I don't know. He's just puking and stuff..."

"Bradford! Do not talk that way at the dinner table. Or anywhere
else, for that matter." My Mom, Miss Manners.

The rest of the meal was silence on my end of the table. I wolfed
down my sandwich and gulped my Kool-Aid. Then I walked out the
screen door into the barnyard. I was already in the barnyard when
I heard the screen door again slam behind me. I looked back and
Pammy was skipping toward me followed closely by Becky and
Evelyn.

"Where you going?" sang Pammy.

"I dunno, just walking. I thought you had to clean the house?" I
reminded her.

"No, your Mom said we don't have to start until the morning.
Where do you wanna go?"

Just what I need, three shadows. I was really pissed off and it
was all their fault. "I don't know where I'm going, I guess to
the club."

"Uh ummmm, we can't go there. Mommy said we're not allowed out of
the barnyard. I'm gonna tell." Boy, I hated Evelyn's whiney
little voice. She was such a bitchy little girl.

"Oh yeah, you tell on me and I'm telling on you!" screamed Pammy.
I don't know what Pammy had on Evelyn but whatever it was it shut
her up good. She ran back into the yard and played with the dog.
Pammy and Becky followed me to the edge of the woods.

"Hey, you can't come with me. No girls allowed in the club."

"You can't make rules like that. You don't own the club anyway.
We can go where we want. This is Gram's farm." Becky was kind of
bitchy herself.

Pammy added, "We're not going to break your silly clubhouse or
anything. We just want to visit with you. OK? Let's play or
something."

"I'm not in the mood. I just want to go and relax." I sulked.

"OK, we'll go with you then." Pammy was just too sing-song. She
was getting on my nerves, but I was too pissed off to fight with
her anymore.

When I walked in the door of the club there was Pete reading a
magazine and jacking off.

"Pete! Zip up, man, the girls are right behind me!" I warned.

"Let 'em come in if they want. This club is for boys," he just
smiled at me.

"No, come on, really. I don't wanna get in trouble," I pleaded.

Pete zipped his fly, but kept on reading. The girls walked
through the door and said hello to Pete. He didn't even
acknowledge them.

"What are you reading?" asked Pammy. Pete showed them the
centerfold and smiled. Becky looked truly embarrassed, but Pammy
just walked in and asked, "You got another one of those?" Pete
looked at her surprised, but reached over and grabbed a handful
of magazines at his side and threw them at her feet. "Have a seat
and enjoy yourself," he said with a wicked grin.

We had amassed a pretty respectable collection of naked girl
books by this time. We had everything from a May 1967 Playboy
that Steve bought just a few months earlier, to some old salon
photography books that my Dad had hidden in his closet. There
were some jokes books and assorted other nasty material, and even
a little cartoon book that one of my uncles got from Mexico. It
was our prize, cause it was the only pictures we had of what a
girl's pussy looked like, even though it was just a cartoon. It
also showed a man's dick and it was our first experience at
seeing how fucking looked. It showed us where a man puts his dick
in a woman. We had no idea up to that time. Boy, we liked that
book.

Pammy picked up the first book on top and started looking through
it. She sat back on one of the benches we had made for the club.
We had even made some hammocks, too, for when we got tired after
swimming. The clubhouse used to be a horse stable. It was built
in two sections: the big room being where the horse stayed, and a
smaller room for supplies and stuff. The main room just had a
dirt floor, but we kept it neat and packed down. The other room
was built off the ground and had a little door leading to it. We
usually kept our cigarettes, books and towels in there.

Becky sat on an overturned bucket. She didn't look too happy with
the surroundings. She glanced at the pile of books and asked "Is
that the only kind of books you have?"

"Sure is," Pete replied, "them's the best kind."

I sat in my regular spot and thumbed through a Popular Mechanics.
Becky saw what I was reading and asked "Do you have another
magazine like that?"

"Like what?" I replied innocently.

"Like the one you got. One without girls in it!" she snapped.

"Nope, this is the only one." I lied.

"Hey, how come you're reading that?" Pammy eyed me shrewdly.

"Medical reasons," I replied. "I'm not supposed to look at
anything else."

"Yeah, he don't want to scare anybody. Why don't you show them,
Brad. I don't think they'd be scared." joked Pete.

"Shut the hell up, Pete. Leave me alone. I'm not in the mood to
mess around." I was getting mad.

"Show us what, huh? We're not scared of anything. What to you
have? A snake or something. C'mon, show us. We're not scare, huh
Becky?" Pammy was brave. Becky shook her head.

"Just forget about it, OK? I don't have anything, I'm not gonna
show you anything. Just leave me alone." I really wanted to be
alone.

I sat there thinking about the whole thing and wishing I could
just go off and live like a hermit or something. I wasn't even
reading my magazine, I just sat there turning the pages, stewing.
I looked over my book at the rest of them. Pete went back to
ogling the girlie books and trying to sneak a rub on his crotch
every now and then. Pammy was looking at a Playboy, I think she
was reading the jokes. And Becky looked bored as hell. She also
looked pissed off that there was nothing to do. She looked at the
pile of books in the center of the dirt floor. Then she slowly
bent forward and put a hand toward the magazines.

Becky nonchalantly shuffled through the pile of magazines,
sliding each one off to the side. A look of disgust came upon her
face as she looked at the cover of each one. All of a sudden from
out ot the pile fell the little cartoon book with it's dull
orange cover. On it was drawn a cartoon face with a title
something like "Farley's Funnies."

She picked up the little book satisfied that at last there was
something to read besides the filth. I watched her carefully
thumb through the pages. I knew the whole book by heart, page by
page. It started off innocently enough with a girl going to the
beach, then laying down her blanket. Then she pulls off her
swimsuit to take an all-over tan. Some guy spies on her from
behind a pile of sand. Then he pulls down his trunks and starts
beating his meat. Since it's a cartoon his dick is gigantic! She
soon hears him and comes around the sandpile and finds him. Then
they get it on.

Becky looks at the first couple of pages just reading along
naturally. Then all of a sudden she stiffens up. Yep, she must be
at the page where the woman takes off her suit. Becky doesn't
turn the pages so quickly any more. She pulls the book a little
closer and slowly turns the page. The she quickly glances up to
look at us. I look back at my mag real quick so she doesn't see
me. She's embarrassed but she goes back to her little fuck book.
Oh boy, I know the next page is when the guy pulls out his dick.
Yep, I thought she'd drop the book. She looks at that page even
more closely.

I get a weird feeling in my stomach spying on her like this. I
can just hear her breathing a little more deeply, almost sighing.
Then I watch her hands pulling on the hem of her little white
short pants. She's adjusting them. Maybe she's getting a
"wide-on" or whatever a girl gets when she gets horny.

Uh oh, I feel like I'll have to adjust my pants myself. Watching
Becky getting so worked up has had the same effect on me. I feel
a big boner coming on. Shit! That's one thing I don't need. I
start to read my magazine in earnest now, but all I can think
about is Becky getting hot over the little fuck book. My cock is
getting harder all the time and pulling on my hair; I adjust
myself to accomodate my growing dick. Mistake. The damn thing
pops out of my underwear and points down my right leg. I'm glad I
wore my cut-off blue jeans today. Mom cut these off just above
the knees so there's a lot of pants leg left. If I had worn my
other shorts, well, I sure would have put on a show for everyone.
Didn't matter.

"Look! That's what he's got that he didn't wanna scare you with!"
Pete pointed to my crotch as he pushed on Pammy's shoulder. Pammy
looked at me and then looked down to where Pete was pointing.

"Gaw! Damn! What have you got in there? That's not real, huh?
What did you put in your pants, Brad? Quit teasing us. That's not
even funny or nice." Pammy sounded upset. Becky didn' say a word
but she never took her eyes off my crotch.

I stood up quickly, "Dammit to hell, you asshole. You didn't have
to tell everyone. Shit, man. Just leave me alone." I shouldn't
have stood up like that. My damn dick was poking my jeans so hard
that I almost hurt myself. I stormed out of the club. I could
hear Pammy's voice talking to Pete, "Was that real? Is that
really his thing?"

I stayed hidden behind the cowbarn until suppertime. When I heard
Mom call I went inside and washed up. I sat at the kitchen table
without a word. I was seated next to Pammy at one end of the long
table. I reached for the potatoes without a word.

"I'll get them for you." she sang. She handed me the bowl and
then whispered, "Are you OK? I was worried about you. Everything
all right?"

"Yeah, fine. Just fine. Thank you." I replied curtly.

The normal grown-up conversation took place at the other end of
the table with Mom, Dad and Gram talking about preparations for
the Fourth. Becky kept stealing glances my way as Pammy would try
to rub my arm or shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. Evelyn
could have cared less, wolfing down her meatloaf.

When supper was over Pammy and Becky helped with the dishes.
Evelyn went with the grownups to watch TV. I sat at the table
still sulking.

"So what are the sleeping arrangements going to be this evening,
Aunt Peggy?" Pammy asked sweetly.

"Well, I don't know now. I thought that one of you could stay on
the sofa, but with Brad staying home. Well, I guess Brad will
sleep in our room and one of you could still take the sofa."

Ugh! Stay in their room? Not the way Dad snores. No way. I was
about to pipe up when Pammy spoke, "How about if I just sleep on
the floor in the room. I brought my sleeping bag just in case.
It's OK, huh? And if Brad doesn't want to sleep on the sofa, he
can stay with us. We can kind of camp out in his bedroom!" She
sounded positively excited with herself for coming up with such a
grand idea.

"NO WAY!" I shouted. "I'm not camping out in my own bedroom."

I guess Mom saw my disgust at the prospect of staying in the same
room with girls and she thought out loud, "You know, that sofa's
getting old and I don't trust anyone sleeping on it. If it's OK
with Brad you all can have your campout. I'll even make popcorn
balls or something."

Pammy jumped up and down clapping. I got even more depressed. But
at least I was going to sleep in my room. And then the prospect
started dawning on me. I'll be sleeping in the same room with
girls, probably right next to girls. I couldn't even remember
what they slept in. Pajamas? Panties? Sometimes I slept in my
underwear. I wondered if they did.

"Well, OK. If we can camp out I guess it's OK." I mumbled.

The campout was in full swing. We had popcorn balls and M&Ms and
ghost stories. Then it was bath time. Evelyn went to my bathroom
and Becky went to Mom's. Pammy and I were alone in the bedroom.

"Are you sure you're doing all right? We didn't mean to hurt your
feelings. I didn't want to make fun of you. I was just
surprised." She looked pretty embarrassed; couldn't even look me
in the eye.

"I'm fine. I was surprised, too. But everything's OK now. It's
just that... well, listen. I need to ask you something, OK? I
mean, this is real personal, but I need you to help me..."

Before she could answer I heard a loud tap at the window. I
looked through the curtains and there was Pete on the porch.
Dammit. He just broke the mood of the moment. Pammy looked
scared.

"It's just Pete." I told her. "What in the hell do you want?" I
whispered to Pete through the screen.

"Somebody's in the bathroom. Who is it?"

"Ssshh. The little one's in mine and Becky's in the other one.
Where are you going?" I hollered back to him as he ran off the
porch.

"Up a tree!" he whispered back.

"Listen, Pammy. I'm going outside for a little while. Don't tell
anybody, OK?" I pleaded as I walked toward my regular bathroom
exit.

"Where are you going? Watcha going to do? Hey, wait! Don't go in
...." she became frantic.

I opened the door on poor little Evelyn who struggled to get the
bath towel up to her neck. A scream rang out through the house.

Damn! I forgot about the little shit. I waited for footsteps down
the hall. Yep, here they come.

"And just what is going on here" I could here Mom say as she
opened the door.

"I forgot she was in there. I promise." I cried.

"It's true. He wasn't even thinking. We were talking and he
needed the bathroom." lied Pammy.

"Well, be more careful next time. Poor little Evelyn." Mom walked
to the bathroom door and tapped gently, "Are you OK, sweetheart?
Can I come in?"

I heard a meek yes and Mom disappeared into the bathroom to
console Evelyn.

"What was that all about? And what did you want me to help you
with? Come on, talk to me, Brad. Something's weird about you
lately. What's going on." Pammy sounded so serious.

"Hey, look. I'm sorry, I was just messing with you." I wasn't
about to start anything with Mom in the bathroom right next to
us. She could pop out any time now.

Mom and Evelyn came out of the bathroom about the same time Becky
came through the door. "That's a cute nightgown, Rebecca." Mom
cooed. Boy, it sure was. It was what you call a baby doll. It
wasn't that sexy, but it showed a lot of her legs. She smiled and
looked embarrassed and then jumped into bed. Evelyn followed her.

"You children be good and don't stay up too late, OK?" Mom
warned. She walked out the door and we heard her footsteps
disappear down the hall.

"We're sleeping up here. We're too scared to sleep on the floor."
cried Evelyn.

"What? You can't sleep up there. We said we were all camping out
on the floor. There's nothing to be scared of." pleaded Pammy.

"I don't want to. I wanna stay up here." Evelyn started whining
again. Pammy didn't want my Mom coming in the door again so she
said, "OK, OK. You can sleep up there. But by yourself. Becky's
sleeping with us."

"No, no, I want Becky to stay with me." More whining. "It's OK,"
Becky replied, "I'll stay with her."

Sure. Big sacrifice, Becky. Well, so much for a campout. I looked
at Pammy and she was getting her things together for her bath. I
started to pick up my sleeping bag.

"What are you doing?" she quizzed.

"I'm going on the sofa. I ain't camping out if no one else is."

"Well, I gotta sleep on the floor," she said. "You gonna make me
stay by myself. That's kind of selfish."

She made sense. So I just dropped my stuff on the floor. "OK.
Well, I'm gonna go get ready for bed. I'll see you in a little
bit." I went back into the back bathroom and got myself
undressed. I put on my gymn shorts and t-shirt as pajamas. They
were cool and comfortable.

When I went back into the bedroom just the nightlight was on. I
hadn't used that in years, but I guess they found it and plugged
it in. I slowly walked over to my sleeping bag and unfolded it.
Then I spread out the top sheet. I laid down and pulled the sheet
on top of me.

"You're not going to get inside?" Pammy asked.

"Heck, it's too hot to sleep inside a sleeping bag. That's why
Mom gave us each a sheet. You put it on top and it's cooler."

"Well, I'm sleeping inside my bag. I feel safer in here." Pammy
sounded a little scared herself.

"Sssshhhhh!" I heard Becky from the top of the bed. She was
right. It's late.

I don't know what I was dreaming about. But I was sleeping pretty
soundly. The next thing I remember was being shakened roughly. I
heard myself gag in mid-snore.

"What are you doing? You're so loud! Wake up! Look! What's
happening?" Pammy was whispering loudly.

I came out of it still groggy and looked at her. "What're you
talking about" I snapped.

"What are you dreaming about?" she snapped back. "Look!" She was
pointing to my sheet. It looked like I was sleeping in a pup
tent. My natural night erection was in full bloom. I never
expected an audience so I did little to attempt to conceal it
before I went to sleep. Well, it was poking out of the leg of my
shorts and holding the sheet well above me.

"Look, I'm sorry dammit. It just happens. OK? I'll turn over. I
didn't mean to bother you, you know. It just happens. There's
nothing I can do about it. If you don't like it I'll go sleep in
the bathroom." I got mad. But it didn't do anything to diminish
my erection.

"No, I'm not mad. No, don't go anywhere. I just wanted to know
why you were like that?" She sounded sincere.

"It always happens when I sleep," I said.

"Oh, I thought it was because I was sleeping next to you," she
said dejectedly.

"Well, that might be." I smiled wickedly.

"Can you make it go down?"

"No, it just goes away by itself."

"How long does it last?"

"I dunno. Sometimes all night. I usually wake up in the morning
like this."

"Does it hurt?" Boy, she was full of questions. I guess natural
curiosity.

"Sometimes."

"Does it hurt now?" More questions.

"A little. But only because my shorts are grabbing it."

"Can I see it?"

Bam! That question hit me right in the pit of my stomach. Could
she see it? You better believe she could see it. She could do
anything she wanted to with it. She could...

"If you really want to," I managed to whisper.

She gingerly grabbed one end of the sheet and lifted up slowly. I
watched her eyes as she peered under the sheets.

"Is it moving?" she asked. "It looks like your heart beating."

It was dark beneath the sheet so she pulled it down to my knees.

"Oh gosh, it is moving!" she cried softly. "Is it going down?"

"No!" I almost shouted. "It's not going to go down with you
watching like that. In fact, it's probably going to get bigger."

"You want me to cover it up?" she asked earnestly.

"No, I didn't mean that. I was just saying that, well, I'm
excited, you know, like when I read those girl magazines."

"But you weren't reading," she stared at me puzzled.

"Yeah, I know, but I am sleeping right next to a girl, you know.
And you don't have that much on yourself." Right away I regretted
saying that because she looked embarrassed.

"It looks like it's painful," she said finally.

"No, I said it doesn't hurt right now, but it might start aching
after while."

"Why?" she asked.

"'Cause it just keeps getting harder and harder."

"What do you do?"

"Well..." I paused. "When it gets to where I can't stand it no
more I go take care of it."

"What are y'all talking about?" Becky suddenly said looking over
the edge of the bed and scaring us both to where we jumped.

She looked right between my legs, and I swear my dick jumped and
got even harder.

"Is that really yours?" she said incredulously. It was the first
time I ever heard her refer to anything sexual.

"It's huge, oh my god!" And she immediately fell back into the
bed.

As if nothing had just happened Pammy asked, "What do you mean
take care of it?"

"I jack off. Make my sperm shout out. It usually gets soft after
that," I explained.

"What do you mean 'jack off?'" She was making me more annoyed
than horny now.

"I mean I go into the bathroom and just fool with it until it
shoots off," I said hoping she would understand.

 She just didn't understand.

"Well, let's go in the bathroom then. C'mon, let's go. It'll help
you sleep better."

Sounded like a damn good idea. I would be satisfied and she would
be, too. I got up and was followed by Pammy into the bathroom.

"Where are you guys going?" I heard Becky whisper.

"Brad's gonna jack off for me! Wanna see?" she whispered back.
Becky threw herself back on the bed and covered herself with the
sheet.

When we got in the bathroom she shut the door and turned on the
light. I was immediately blinded and so was she. But we quickly
recovered.

"So what do you do? Go ahead and jack off." she was in a hurry.

I slowly peeled my gymn short down past my rock-hard pole and to
my knees exposing all of it to Pammy. She studied it closely. I
lifted it for her and pulled the skin back and forth over the
head. I had never felt it so hard before. It felt like it was
going to burst out of its skin.

"You can touch it if you want," I offered.

"No way, I'm not gonna touch that slimy thing. God, it looks big
and mean. Why is the top purple?"

"It's just ready to go off. You can touch it. It's not slimy at
all. It's smooth and clean." I argued.

"No. Just go ahead a jack off or fool with it or whatever you
do." She sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"I can't just jack off without a book or something. I need to
look at something to beat off." I protested.

"Like what? What do you look at?" she asked.

"Naked girls, of course. I can't just jack off to air," I lied.
"I need to see some girl skin in order to beat it."

"Oh, all right," she gasped and she untied the string at the top
of her night gown. She pulled down the neckline of her gown until
she exposed one breast. It was just a beautiful as anything I had
seen in the magazine. It reminded me of Melanie many years
earlier. But this time my response was definitely different.

"I didn't know your tits were so big?" I said slowly stroking my
cock.

"Look, just jack off. C'mon, hurry."

"I need more than one tit, you know. Look, I showed you all of
mine. You show me yours now. Fair is fair."

She needed little convincing. "Well, OK, just wait." She put her
breast back in her nightie then stood up a bit from the edge of
the tub. She reached under her nightie and pulled her panties
down. Then she grabbed the hem of her nightie and raised it up to
her neck. I was treated to a full view of a beautiful auburn
pussy and two magnificent tits. I started to jerk a little harder
and faster.

"Aw, yes, that's more like it," I moaned. I stroked my rod with
determination staring intently at Pammy's wonderful charms.

She sat back down on the edge of the tub holding the nightie up
with one hand. She slightly spread her legs and I almost stopped.
I could see her pussy lips through the hair. I never thought
about lips before down there. I had seen them on baby girls but
never thought about them on the grownup version. Her other hand
snaked its way down to her hair and started twirling it in her
fingers.

I picked up the tempo again, my knees bending a little more. Her
hand went down to the lips, then I saw a finger disappear. I
jerked harder. She inched her way toward me ever so slightly on
the tub. Her eyes on my fast hand and rod, watching me go back
and forth. Then I saw her lick her lips. I don't know why she did
that, but seeing her do that almost made me shoot off. I slowed
down. I really wanted to make this last.

Her hand was rubbing back and forth in her bush now. I watched as
her breathing became faster and faster. I slowly moved toward her
never altering my rhythm. We were both pumping in time. I watched
her hand and she watched mine. Then without any word or sign she
let go of her nightie and put her hand over my cock. We pumped my
rod together, back and forth. Her hand was hot.

I took my hand away and hers stayed. Now she was the one pumping
on my dick. I knew I was going to pop any second now. I thrust my
dick out as far as I could and bent my knees. I tried to point it
straight up. Her eyes were half closed but firmly glued to my
bouncing dick.

"Pammy, get ready. I'm gonna shoot off...."

"Go ahead. Go ahead and do it. I wanna see it... oh, I wanna see
it so bad." she moaned.

That was it. That moan. I lost it. "AAAAARRRRGHHH! I let out a
low rumbling groan and grabbed her hand and held it firmly
against my root. The first shot hit the wall behind the tub.

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "It's pulsing. It's beating in my hand."

Another groan greeted the second shot. It hit the wall, too. More
and more came after that. I would jack a little more then hold it
and shoot. Soon I took my hand away and she was milking me all by
herself. Giving it everything she got.

I gave her a full load. And I was full, being pretty celibate for
the last few weeks. Finally, I was empty. For the moment anyway.

"I've never seen anything like that before." She wheezed.

"Neither have I," I replied picking up the hem of her nightie. I
knelt down near the edge of the tub and felt the hair on her
mound.

"Uh uh" she said. I began to move my hand away, but she grabbed
it and put it between her legs. "There," she moaned. "Right
there. Move your finger, OOOOHHHH, YES, LIKE THAT! OOOOOOOOHHHH."
I must have hit the right spot. All I was doing was moving my
finger on the top of her slit. "Faster, faster." I complied. She
was moaning more and more getting higher and higher. Then without
warning she began to shake. She grabbed my cock firmly for
support and grabbed the side of the tub, too. After a couple of
seconds she cried, "OK, Stop! That's it." I released her and let
her calm down. When she finally snapped out of it she looked at
me.

"Does this big bad boy ever get soft?" she pointed him up in the
air.

"After tonight, I don't think he'll ever be soft again."

We went back into the bedroom and lay down on the floor.

"What ya'll been doing in there? It sounded like ya'll were
building something. The whole house was shaking!" Becky was
sitting up in bed, madder than hell and spittin' fire, but she
was looking straight at my crotch.

"Hush up, baby!" cried Pammy. "We were busy. I already told you I
was jacking Brad off."

"Yeah, sure. Really, what were you doing?" Becky didn't believe
her.

"We were fucking, then. Now go to sleep." Pammy shut her up.

That's the first time I had ever heard a girl say that word
before. It send shivers up and down my cock. Yeah, it was still
rock hard. It never did get soft after I shot off in the
bathroom. I was beginning to believe that I really wasn't going
to get soft again.

Then I started thinking about what took place in that bathroom.
It was the second time I had ever touched a girl, but the first
time I had touched one like that. I made her shake all over and
feel good. And boy, did she make me feel good. I could still feel
Pammy's hand pumping my dick up and down. Then I thought about
her tits. Those were good-looking tits. I thought about Melanie's
tits again, and how they felt when I touched them. Then I
realized that I didn't feel Pammy's tits tonight. Damn, I felt
cheated for a second. And the more I thought, the more I wanted
to feel them.

I looked over at Pammy. She was staring up at the ceiling.
"Pammy?" I softly whispered.

She turned and smiled at me, "What are you thinking about?" She
knew I was musing over something.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you how pretty you looked. I mean, I
really didn't know that you looked like that. It's just that,
well, I never thought about you like that before, you know. You
have big, uh, breasts. They're very nice looking. And I was just
thinking, you know, well, I never, I mean, I'd like...uh. Well,
would it hurt you if I touched them?" Boy, I never thought I'd
get that out.

She reached over and grabbed my hand and placed it under her gown
and up past her waist to her huge breast. It was so warm and
soft. I could feel the nipple very plainly. I rubbed very slowly
and softly. She just sighed and closed her eyes.

"Do you ever want somebody to suck on your boobies, Pammy." I
offered, really just thinking out loud more than anything.

"Uh huhhhhh," she moaned. Then she pulled her nightie up to her
neck again and pulled back the sheet. I saw her beautiful mounds
bathed in the nightlight plugged into the wall. They took my
breath away, the way they heaved up and down. I propped myself on
my right elbow, leaned over and licked her left nipple slowly.
She moaned again. Then I put the nipple in my mouth and sucked. I
tongued her nipple and rolled it around, sucking all the time.
She continued to moan a little louder.

I heard rustling in the bed and then heard Becky behind me, "Just
what are you do... OHH! Ya'll better cut that out! Now!" And she
bounced back to the bed.

I continued to suck and then popped her nipple out of my mouth. I
propped myself up higher and began to take care of the other
side. I sucked faster and harder, pulling on the nipple with my
lips. Pammy began to pant and heave. She was bouncing higher and
higher on the floor. "OK, OK! Stop! That's enough! We gotta
stop." She grabbed my head in her hands and gently kissed me. "We
gotta stop this tonight. OK? We're going too fast. Let's just go
to sleep. OK."

Reluctantly I kissed her back and layed back down. "OK, see you
in the morning, Pammy."

"Good night," she sighed.

I rolled over with my dick hitting the floor as I layed on my
side. It popped out of my shorts again, but then what else is
new? Go to sleep, right! I just kept replaying the last 15
minutes over and over in my mind. I felt a girl's pussy. I
actually felt her pussy lips. And rubbed them and made her have a
wide-on, or whatever they do.

Wait. Wait a minute!

She didn't have a hole. Did she have a hole? I didn't feel one.
How can she fuck if she doesn't have a hole? She had a slit, but
I couldn't put my finger in there. Maybe she's still too young. I
don't know if I was tired or what but these strange questions
kept popping in my head. I really wanted to ask her, but I didn't
dare bother her again. She'd just think I'd want to put my finger
in her pussy. And she wouldn't be wrong, of course. But there
would be time.

"Are you OK? How's Junior?" I heard her barely whisper.

"Who? Oh, Junior! He's OK, but he's wide awake. I don't think
he's going to sleep."

"Do you need to go take care of him again?"

"If you gonna come too," I smiled.

"Not again tonight, ok?" she pleaded.

"OK, then, we just better get to sleep. Now, good night." I can't
believe I was saying that, but I was feeling a little sorry for
Pammy. I think I really upset her. I sort of felt guilty. Hell, I
didn't know what I was feeling.

And I don't remember when I fell asleep, but it was a long time
after that.

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CHAPTER TWO - PAMMY USES HER IMAGINATION

I woke up early the next morning and was dead tired. I hadn't
slept very much during the night. Mostly thinking about Pammy. I
looked over to her. She was still sleeping. The sheet was all
messed up around her and she looked like a little girl, so
innocent. I could just barely see a nipple sneaking out of her
nightie neckline. I had wanted to raise up the sheets to see if I
could see anything else, but thought against it.

I looked down at my own sheet and saw the flag was flying at full
mast. Damn I need to jack off, I thought. But I didn't want to
wake anyone else, and besides, I was still tired and wasn't ready
to get up yet. So I put my hand under the sheet and just stroked
it slowly.

I lied awake on my sleeping bag for about 15 or 20 minutes.
Finally I was wide awake and getting bored with my raging
hard-on. I decided it was time to get up. So I quietly picked
myself up off the floor and walked toward my chest of drawers to
get out my clothes. My dick was poking out from underneath my
shorts again, sort of guiding the way for me.

When I passed in front of the mirror I was at first puzzled by
what I saw. It was just a quick glance but then I realized what
it was. Becky was awake in bed, but not moving. She was acting
like she was still asleep but with my back turned her eyes were
wide open. She was probably peeking at me when I got up. I think
I'm gonna have a little fun, I thought to myself.

I opened the top drawer and pulled out a t-shirt and some
underwear. Then I got a pair of short cut-offs out of the second
drawer. Instead of going to the bathroom to change. I turned
around to face the bed. I saw Becky scrunch up her eyes like she
was sleeping. Just watching her out of the corner of my eye I saw
her relax her face. The started to peek out of one eye, just
barely noticeable.

I pulled off my shirt and threw it atop my dresser. Then I pulled
down my gymn shorts and threw them. I was buck naked and standing
in front of the bed. Of course, if Pammy or Evelyn woke up they
were going to get a show, too. But I took that chance. This one
was reserved for Becky.

I grabbed my dick and stroked it back and forth slowly. Then I
started pumping it fast and hard. I jacked it real quick a bunch
of times and then stopped and slowly stroked it. I did it again
and then pulled the skin way back and poked it out as far as I
could. I rubbed the head just barely moaning. Oh, man, I thought
I was gonna shoot off right there.

I heard Becky grunt quietly a couple of times. That was too much
for me. I skipped to the bathroom real quick and shot off in the
toilet. Another full load. Damn, I must be full of the stuff.
Then I closed the door and took my morning piss. It was difficult
because I was still semi-hard.

But I got dressed and went outside.

Later I came in for breakfast. The girls still weren't up yet. Or
at least that had come for breakfast. Mom asked me what I was
doing out so early. I told her the truth that I couldn't sleep.
After I ate I went outside again.

I walked over to the tractor shed where I heard someone working.
There was Pete watching Boo lube the old John Deere. Boo was the
negro hired-hand who had been working on the farm before I was
born. Boo was an expert at everything but especially women. He
knew a lot more than Steve did. Boo had fucked more women than he
could count and we believed him, too. Because he told us.

Boo would keep us enraptured for hours telling us his tells of
conquest while he worked on the machinery. Sometimes we'd follow
him out into the fields while he worked with his shovel. Man, Boo
sure knew a lot about sex. Not much we could use, though. Boo's
women seemed to chase him. They were always digging in his pants,
or asking for him to stick them. Girls never did that to us.

But there was Boo pumping grease into the axles. And Pete was
playing with some nuts and bolts and talking. When I walked up,
Pete jumped down from the old tractor tire and came and met.

"Wait'll I tell you what happened," I grabbed Pete by the shirt.

"Did she beat your meat?" Boo smiled. His yellow teeth flashing.

"What? How did you know?" I was amazed.

"I didn't. Not until just now. Heh, heh, heh." There was that old
smoker's laugh. Boo's trademark. "I knew she was gonna do
something when Petey told me whatcha did yestiday. Sheeet, man.
Ole girl see yo' pecka dat big! Sheet, she gonna want some o'
dat. Man, she prob'ly couldn't even wait til she got a holt to
it. She ain't never gonna turn it loose til it inside her. Didja
poke her?"

"No, man. I mean, no. Not yet."

"Aw, come on. Really? She jacked you off? Last night? Who,
Pammy?" Pete was amazed.

"Yeah, it just kinda happened. We were sleeping side by side and
it just happened." That's all I wanted to tell him. I didn't want
to say anything about the rest, about fingering her and feeling
her up.

"I'm tellin' ya, man. She gonna wanna get poked by you. You betta
watch out. She gonna get dat cock meat in her and she ain't gonna
turn you loose. Look atcha, you already hard again. You thinkin'
'bout her, huh?"

Yeah, I was thinking about her. I was thinking about her a lot,
and I was rock hard.

"She suck ya yet?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" I looked at the old black man puzzled.

"Suck yo' dick, boy. She puffed it, put it in her mouth and suck
you off. Man, ain't nothin' like that. Dat's a feelin' you gotta
git. Git a woman to suck you off an' that's all you want her to
do."

"Aw, I know what sucking is. No, she didn't do nothing like that.
I don't think she would even want to. It sounds gross."

"Yeah, it sound gross but it don't feel gross. She gonna like it,
yeah. Man, she gonna wanna put that in her mouth if you give her
a chance. You gotta invite her, though. She ain't gonna ask you.
You gotta tell her. Heh, heh, heh."

"Shit, if I tell her that, she'll probably kick me in the nuts.
You crazy, Boo," I walked out of the barn toward the woods. Pete
ran up behind me.

"What did it feel like? Does it feel like when we jack off each
other? Or is a girl different?" Petey was curious and full of
questions.

"No, man. It feels real different. They treat it real different,
almost like they're scared of it. But it felt damn good. I hope
she does it again."

"Man, I wish she would do it to me." Pete walked a little ahead
of me, daydreaming.

When we got to the clubhouse I grabbed my swim trunks, actually
an old pair of cut-off blue jeans.

"You gonna wear those? How come?" Pete asked.

"Cause the girls might come around."

"So? So what? Let 'em come. We'll take care of them, huh?"

"Yeah, Pete, we'll take care of them." I dropped my pants and
underwear and slipped on the old stiff shorts. Pete grabbed his
old swimsuit and pulled it on. Down the path we went to the
swimming hole.

We had been splashing around for almost an hour when we heard
them shout at us. We looked up on the wooded bank and there was
Pammy and Becky waving. We swam over to them and teased and
splashed at them.

"You guys coming in?" I yelled up at them.

"Nuh uh. Not now. We'll get our hair wet and we gotta help your
momma this afternoon. She'll be mad if she knew we went swimming
with ya'll."

"Well, we're getting out." And Pete and I climbed the short bank
and walked back to the clubhouse dripping wet. Of course, by the
time we reached the club we were pretty dry. We all went inside.
Pammy grabbed a girlie magazine and Becky thumbed through the
Popular Mechanics.

Pete and I went behind some home-made curtains to get dressed.
The curtains were actually old burlap sacks that were strung up
with baling twine, but they served the purpose... almost. Every
time Pete was trying to step into his pants leg he would bump the
sacks and cause them to momentarily flutter open. I'm sure it was
like a peep show to Becky and Pammy had they cared to look. But
we both dressed and joined them.

I said to hell with my celibacy and grabbed a little pocket
magazine called "Tab." I mean, after last night, I guess I broke
my sex fast pretty good. And when Pammy said she wasn't scared of
big dicks, well, I guess Steve was pretty wrong about women.
Well, just like always I only thumbed through three pages and I
was hard as a rock. Now ordinarily Pete and I are pretty
unhibited and we would let nature take its course. It was nothing
for us to whip out our dongs and just beat off while we were
reading. So I caught myself when I started to rub my crotch
through my pants. Actually I had started to rub when I realized
what I was doing. I quickly looked up to see if anyone saw me.
Nailed! Becky was looking right at me. She gave me a crooked
little smile and went back to reading her magazine.

I looked at Pete and he was rubbing himself not even caring about
who was in the room.

"You having fun, Petey?" Becky smirked.

"Yeah, wanna have some fun, too?" Pete shot back.

Becky just ignored that comment. I put my girlie book aside and
asked if they wanted to go swimming later this afternoon. They
both nodded.

"Hey, where's Evelyn? I didn't even notice she wasn't with you
guys?" I asked.

"She went with Uncle Brian to the store to pick up the meat for
the Fourth. Thank God she's out of our hair." Pammy looked
relieved that she didn't have to look after her bratty little
sister.

Just then we heard Mom call us for lunch. Becky dropped her mag
and ran out of the shed. Pete followed behind. I got up to leave
but Pammy stood up quickly and stopped me.

"You OK today? I didn't see you this morning. How's everything
downstairs?" she had the dirtiest little smile on her face.

"Everything downstairs is fine," I said "and it's fixing to come
upstairs." I could feel my pecker rising fast.

"Ooooh, let's see." And Pammy gently stroked my hard dong through
my pants. "Boy, he's hard as a rock again. I don't think I'll
ever see you not hard."

Her rubbing felt so good that I almost doubled over. "Oh shit!" I
moaned. Then I quickly unzipped my pants and let them drop. I
grabbed my dick and started to jack off. Boy, I needed that!

If Pammy was surprised at my actions she didn't show it. Instead,
she quickly pushed my hand aside and grabbed my rod. It only took
four strokes before I cut loose. I know I yelled out load as I
felt myself release. I shot all over the side of the clubhouse,
spraying the seats and the magazines.

I draped one arm around Pammy's neck to brace myself. My knees
were weak.

She let out a low growl still pumping my shrinking dick. Then she
took my hand and placed it right on the crotch of her tight
blue-jean cut-offs. I instinctively rubbed hard. She bent forward
and cried "Damn." Then she pushed aside my hand and left the
clubhouse.

I grabbed a towel and wiped myself then cleaned up my mess on the
wall. "Boy, is she horny," I thought to myself.

After lunch, which was a pretty quick affair, I headed back to
the clubhouse where I knew Pete would be. Sure enough, he was
already in his trunks reading a magazine.

"Ready to go for a dip?" he asked.

"Yep, let me change."

For some reason I went behind the curtain to change. Usually I'm
not modest with Pete, but I just felt like changing alone. Sure
enough, when I pulled down my pants I heard the girls enter.

"Ya'll going swimming again?" It was Pammy. Just hearing her
voice made me start to get hard. Boy, this was getting
ridiculous.

"Yeah, ya'll comin' in this time," I heard Pete sneer like an old
lecher.

"Sure. If ya'll want us to."

"Thought y'all were cleaning this afternoon?" I asked.

"Aunt Peggy said we can do a little bit this evening. Evelyn's
not there, so she said we can wait." Pammy said.

"Watcha gonna wear to go swimmin', huh?" Boy, Pete was really
into his dirty old man routine.

"We're going to wear something, don't worry. I'd be scared to
death to skinny-dip with you in the water. I'd trust the
alligators more than you."

We all left the clubhouse and headed for the swimming hole. Pete
took off running into the woods, and I guess the tomboy in Becky
got the best of her because she ran off after him, skipping over
logs and underbrush. Pammy and I walked leisurely to the creek.

"So, are you going skinny-dipping?" I asked.

"Why, do you want me to?"

"I can think of better things to do naked than swim," I joked.

"So can I," she said with a wink.

There goes the boner again. I put my towel in front of me, but
from the way Pammy giggled I could tell she knew what effect she
was having on me.

When we got to the creek Pete was already swimming. Becky was
just wading into the water up to her ankles. When she turned
around and saw us approach she splashed back to the bank and came
up to Pammy.

"You ready?" she asked.

Pammy nodded and they both unbuttoned their shirts and pulled off
their shorts. They were wearing old panties and bras which really
didn't reveal too much. But just knowing that I was seeing them
in underwear made my groin twitch. No sooner had the removed
their shorts did they jump into the water. I threw my towel on
the tree and dove in myself.

We played and swam for about a half hour. Pete swam to the other
bank and played in the mud, building small mud castles. Becky got
interested and joined him. Both were acting like pigs wallowing
in the mud making themselves black. I looked over and saw Pammy
just watching both of them rolling in the goo. I swam up behind
her and quietly pressed myself against her backside.

She reached back and grabbed my trunks right in the front getting
a good grip on my nightstick.

"You still have your pants on?" she asked in mock surprise.

"Yeah, but I can fix that." I rubbed up against her butt and then
swam away.

She was wading in towards the center of the creek when I came up
behind her again. I pressed myself against like I did last time.
She reached back and was about to say something when she stopped
cold.

"See, told you I could fix that," I sneered. I had removed my
trunks and tossed them on the bank. Now I was rubbing my hard
dick against her ass crack through her panties.

"Wait a minute," she said. Then she pulled away for a moment,
bent down in the water, and then straightened up again. I waded
toward her again and "spooned" her. It was my turn for a
surprise! She had removed her panties and my dick was rubbing
against naked butt.

"Better?" She didn't have to ask that question. She could tell by
my moaning that it was infinitely better. Her hand came back
around and rubbed the top of my tool making sure it was following
the crack of her ass. I bent my knees to get in better position.
I pumped for all I was worth. Damn, this felt good.

"Shhhhh!" she turned back at me. I didn't realize how much noise
we were making.

"Let's go over here," she said as she moved forward. But she
reached back and took a hold of my manhood and pulled me like a
toy behind her. When we swam behind some leafy branches that
touched the water we stopped.

"This is much more private," she looked at me. Then she gave my
cock a couple of quick strokes. "Boy, is he wet!" she laughed.
Then she pulled me behind her again. I assumed the position and
had my dick up and down her ass crack again.

I was moaning and so was she. I watched as she rubbed her boobs
beneath her bra. I moved my hands from her sides to her breasts
and rubbed them, too. She reached behind her and unfastened her
bra. I took my hands away to let it fall. Now I was greeted with
mounds of warm, soft flesh. I rubbed them fully and gently. She
threw her head back and let out a long slow moan.

Just then I realized that she was completely naked. I had nothing
to lose so I moved my hand down to between her legs. I felt
short, curly hair and worked my fingers through it slowly and
softly. She didn't make a move to stop me, or even acknowledged
what I was doing. I moved my finger lower and lower until I was
between her legs. I felt her slit and moved back and forth over
it. Finally, she made a move. She spread her legs just ever slow
slightly wider. I pressed my fingers into her slit and moved it
back and forth. She definitely liked that! She moaned real low,
almost sounded like a cat purring. I worked my fingers lower and
lower, going deeper and deeper. By this time my dick had fallen
out of her butt crack and was rubbing the inside of her thigh. I
didn't even think about it, I was so intent on making Pammy feel
good.

I rubbed over her hole and was trying to get a finger inside. She
was real tight. As I rubbed up and down she gasped real loud. I
hit some sweet spot! I teased a little more and rubbed there
again. She jumped again. Then I kept my finger on it rubbing back
and forth. Pammy's breathing was becoming heavy and difficult.
Then she started grunting and doubling over. I had to hold on to
her to keep her from falling in the water. My hand was going
faster and faster in her sweet crack and at the same time I was
humping her leg.

All of a sudden she became stiff as a board and real, real still.
Then she started shaking and almost crying letting out little
squeals like "uhhhhhnn, uhhhhnn, uhhhhnnn!" Then she slumped back
against my chest with her eyes closed. For a split second I was
scared, like I had done something to hurt her. Then I saw a big
smile crease her lips. She turned around in my arms and squeezed
against me.

"I've never felt that before," she whispered to me. "I just had
my first orgasm. It was wonderful, you were wonderful. Are you
OK?" I felt her hand pass my stomach and reach for my crotch. I
was still hard as a bone.

"Oooh, you poor baby. You want me to take care of that like you
took care of me?" She had a look of pure hellishness in her eyes.

"Yeah, but not with your hands," I leered at her.

"Oh, you bad boy!"

Then we heard splashing and turned around. Becky and Pete both
dove into the creek to wash off the mud. Damn, fun's over. Pammy
hurried and put her bra and panties on under the water. I had to
swim to the bank to get my trunks were I left them.

"Ya'll ready to get out!" Pete yelled. "Last one to the club's an
pig's behind." He leapt to the bank and grabbed his towel and
ran. Becky was right behind him.

"You wanna stay in for a little while longer?" My eyes were
almost pleading with Pammy.

"Better not, they might come back looking for us." Of course, she
was right.

We both got to the bank and toweled off. Then we started walking
back to the clubhouse.

"What do you mean, not with my hands, big boy?" I knew Pammy was
in a mood.

"Oh I don't know, you could be imaginative: toes, nose, hair..."
I glanced sideways to see her reaction "...mouth?"

"Boy, you sure are imaginative." She never flinched; just kept
walking. "And what would you do if I used my imagination?"

I didn't answer. I just kept fantasizing in my mind her beautiful
lips around my whanker. Then she stopped; just stopped walking. I
turned around and looked at her. She was gorgeous. Standing there
holding her towel and clothes in one hand; panties and bra still
dripping wet. Her panties were just about transparent and left
absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"You wanna use our imagination?" she asked.

I was puzzled, "Huh?"

"C'mon, let's take these things off. We don't need them here.
Come on." She reached forward and grabbed me by the waistband
jerking me toward her. Like in a trance I unsnapped my cut offs
and pulled the wet things down my legs. I watched Pammy as she
slid off her bra and snaked her panties down.

"Now, that's much, much better" she cooed. "Let's imagine, OK?"

"Imagine what?" I asked.

"Well, if you could have one thing right now, what would it be?"

"Uh, I don't know. I just..."

"Come on, there's gotta be something." She came closer but didn't
touch me. Her breasts bounced and my hard dick was just about
keeping time with her. It was pointing straight up in the air
just past my belly button. She moved forward and then just
slightly brushed her hand against the head of my prick as she
rubbed my side.

"Well..." I stammered, "you ever thought about..." I had to try
hard to say it "sucking me?" There I said it. I was almost
embarrassed and scared that I had really messed up.

"Now that's imagination." Without saying anything else she layed
her towel in front of her, knelt down on it and gently grabbed my
dick. She pulled the foreskin back and forth and then stuck out
her tongue. I watched, almost hypnotized, as she lightly licked
the tip. Then she pursed her lips and kissed me right on the
head. Her lips opened and in one swoop she sucked in the head.
The feeling was pure ecstacy. That wet, warm mouth, and that
roving tongue! I almost lost my balance.

Then she started pumping her head back and forth, sucking on my
root. I had to think real hard to keep from coming. I didn't want
to ruin the mood or my chances for this ever happening again. She
could only put about half of me in her mouth, but that was more
than enough for me. Her hands were rubbing my stomach and thighs.
Then she moved them below me and carressed my sac. She removed my
dick from her mouth and held it up with one hand. Then she looked
beneath.

"You look just like a bull with your balls hanging like that."
She kind of laughed when she said it. "Oooh, but you feel so
good. I hope I feel good to you, too. Hey, wanna really be
imaginative?"

"What do you mean?" I was stumped again.

She let go of my dick and sat down on the towel spreading her
legs and rubbing the sides of her pussy. "You want to do it?"

My first invitation to fuck and I was scared to death. "I don't
know Pammy, I'm afraid of getting you pregnant or something."

"Oh, don't be silly. We're just going to do it once. Besides,
we're cousins. You can't make me pregnant."

Amazing how much sense that made. Especially since I was thinking
with my penis. And it had a mind of its own.

"You sure?"

"Come here, stud. Give me that thing."

I knelt down in front of her. She was laying back with her hands
behind her and her knees together in front. Then she spread her
knees apart and spread her legs. For the first time in my life I
looked at a woman's pussy. It was framed by curly, golden brown
hair and the inside was pink as pink could be. It was folded like
a flower and kind of pooching out at me. She moved her hand over
it pushing the lips apart as she spread her fingers. Then with
her middle finger she stroked it right down the middle. I tried
to visualize my fingers doing that to her under the water just a
few minutes before.

"You like what you see, don't you?" she purred.

"Talk about!" I managed to stammer. I unconsciously had one hand
on my shaft pointing it at her. Then I realized that my dick was
less than a foot away from what I imagined to be the greatest
thing on earth.

"Come a little bit closer, here give me." And she took my
rock-hard dick in her hand and pulled me forward. I inched closer
on my knees. Everything was kind of swimming in my head, I just
wasn't prepared. Then I heard a very unmistakable sound. At first
my mind intentionally tried to disregard it, but no, it was
definitely the rustling of leaves and snapping twigs. Dammit,
somebody was coming to meet us.

I came out of my trance and glanced sideways about the same time
Pammy did.

"Hey, what are ya'll up to down there, huh?" It was Steve. He was
just watching us with the biggest shit-eating grin I ever saw on
him. I felt my cock go limp. I was so mad I barely heard Pammy
shriek.

"What in the shit are you doing here?" I was in the mood to kill,
if I wasn't completely naked.

"Hey, I'm just watching the show. Go ahead, stud, use your
imagination now."

That asshole had been watching us all along. Probably since we
been swimming. He probably jacked off while he watched her suck
me. Pammy had jumped up and wrapped her towel around her. Then
she ran off into the woods toward the club.

I got up and grabbed my towel and trunks. "I ought to bust your
ass."

"Go ahead and try if you want, piss ant."

I ignored him and ran off toward Pammy. When I caught up with her
I could tell she was scared.

"You OK, Pam? Don't worry about him. He's not gonna bother us
anymore. He's just a big dick anyway."

"I don't care about him. He just frightened me. I just want to go
back home now, OK?"

"Hey, it's OK, Pammy. Sure, we'll go back home. Let's just go
back to the clubhouse and get dressed."

"No, I just want to go home."

"You can't go home like that, girl. You gotta get dressed. Mom's
gonna know something's up if you walk inside like that. C'mon
now."

Pammy slowed down, "I'm sorry. It's just that he scared me so
much. I mean, he caught us about to do it. He probably saw what I
did to you."

I didn't want to tell her that I thought he did, too. Instead I
put my arm around her and walked. We walked in silence at first.
I really didn't know what to say to her. Five minutes ago I
wanted to poke her good, now I just wanted to keep anybody from
hurting her. I felt so damn guilty about everything now.

"Are you OK?" she over at me.

"Huh, oh yeah, sure, I'm fine. I was just worried about you. How
are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Just shakened up. But I'm fine now. I think now I'm
mad. That asshole, what was he trying to do anyway?"

"Aw, he's just a pervert who was just peeping on us. Don't worry
about him anymore." I kinda felt like a pervert now. I realized
Pammy was still completely naked just clutching her towel against
her chest. And I was equally as nude holding my trunks under my
arm and my towel around my neck.

"I can tell you're not worried."

I looked at her and saw that she was staring at my hardening
pole.

Then she chuckled, "Honestly, that was the first time I ever saw
you go soft before. Not that I got a good look. But he just kind
of shrank, didn't he?"

"Oh yeah, he'll do that when he's surprised." I joked.

"Race you back to the clubhouse," and with that she sprinted off
in front of me looking all the world like a wood fairy running
through the forest.

I watched her little ass bob up and down as she skipped over the
branches and brush on the ground. I was in hot pursuit and
gaining pretty quickly. She looked back to see how close I was
and then she stopped and doubled over. I thought she was hurt at
first, but she was laughing and holding her side.

"What's the big deal?" I asked.

"You are. You're hilarious. You were running like a deer through
the woods and that big old thing was bobbing up and down. I'm
sorry, but it looked so funny to see that. Looks like you could
put out and eye or something."

"Oh sure. And like you couldn't blacken both eyes running through
the woods with boobs like that hopping up and down. I don't thing
you're one to laugh."

She straightened up and looked at me with the sweetest eyes. Then
she took my wrists and pulled me close to her. I pressed against
her and she leaned against a tree. We kissed and her tongue
plunged into my mouth. I was surprised at first, but then did
likewise. It seemed like something out of the movies. My dick was
pressed against our stomachs and I gently rocked back and forth.
She didn't resist and urged me on. My rocking became stronger and
stronger until finally we broke our kiss.

"We better get back. They're going to come looking soon."

I had to agree and reluctantly followed her to the club. We both
got dressed, in separate rooms unfortunately. Then we headed home
for supper.

After supper and a little TV it was my turn in the bathroom. I
contemplated getting my rocks off in the shower but thought
better of it hoping that an opportunity would present itself soon
enough. After I bathed I grabbed my surgical scrubs that one of
my uncles got me from the hospital. I liked the feeling of
looseness they gave and pulled on the pants and shirt without
underwear.

When I walked into the bedroom both Becky and Evelyn scurried to
get under the covers so I wouldn't see them withouth their robes.
I knew they were wearing their little teddies, but I knew better
than to tease them about it. Pammy was already under the blankets
on the floor, and it looked like she was sleeping. I turned out
the lamp and wished them a good night. Then I got under the
covers next to Pammy. She didn't say a word. I left it at that.
Soon I was asleep too.

I awoke a little later with a horrible aching between my legs.
Blue balls. I knew it. I should have jacked off when I was in the
bathroom. Now I was in pain and my dick was as hard as a rock.

"What's wrong?" I heard a whisper besides me.

"Nothing, go to sleep."

"It sounds like something's wrong. Everything OK?"

"No, just go back to sleep. It's gonna be OK."

She rolled over.

"Pammy?"

"What?" she said without turning back around.

"I just wanted to tell you what I thought about today."

"What about it?"

"I mean, how good you made me feel. I hope I did the same for
you. And if I did anything wrong or hurt you, I want to let you
know I'm sorry."

"You didn't hurt me," she said. "I enjoyed it too. It felt real
good."

I snuggled up closer behind her being real careful not to got too
far. My balls were hurting but my dick was still a steel rod.
Then she ground her butt into my crotch, I don't know if it was
by accident or what.

"Well, you seem to be feeling OK," she said in mock surprise.

"I was just thinking about when we were in the water. You
remember when I was behind you?"

"Do I? Why don't you get yourself comfortable if you want to."

I didn't need any more coaxing. I scrambled and pulled my pants
down and off. Then I grabbed my cock and placed it against the
soft panties covering her cheeks and rubbed up and down.

"There, you're feeling betting?" she cooed.

"Uh huh," was all I managed to say. I grabbed her thigh and
started humping her butt like a dog. I guess I was a bit
overanxious because she stopped me.

"Slow down, boy. Slow down." Then she pulled away slightly and
adjusted the covers a bit. I thought she was getting fed up with
my horniness but then she moved herself back to me. Then I
realized what she had done. My dick was rubbing against warm
flesh now. She had taken off her panties.

"Feel better?"

"Much. Oh damn, much better." I rocked back and forth up and
down. My pain was going away as I felt my balls churning. I was
trying my best to keep quiet but I was pumping up and down as
much as I could.

All of a sudden on a downstroke I slipped out of her ass crack
and jammed into her butt. She let out a little screech.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you all right?" I hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine, just surprised. Take it easy, OK? There's no fire.
Ooooh, wait a minute." Then she spread her legs a little and
hopped up. My cockhead poked out from between her legs right
under her pussy. She closed her legs on me.

"Try that on for size, big boy."

I needed no encouragement and proceeded to fuck her thighs. She
picked up the blanket a bit and watched as my dick poked in and
out beneath her cunt hair.

"Hot damn, that feels so good, Pammy. Oh, if screwing feels
better than this I don't know if I can take it."

"Oh, you can take it. Come on now, do your thing. That's right,
back and forth. Come on."

I felt my dick get harder and harder and my inside start to
shiver. My strokes became longer and slower and more purposeful.
As I tried to adjust myself on a backstroke something slipped. On
my next plunge I felt something that I never felt before. My dick
was somewhere warm, wet and very tight. And very, very wonderful.
Everything froze; I felt her body stiffen and I layed completely
still as if I were paralyzed. I slowly realized what had happened
and that my dong was poised and preparing to enter the gates of
heaven. Just the very tip of my head was past her pussy lips, but
the feeling was about to make me shoot off.

Then real, real slow I started to move my hips again. Pammy
immediately pulled forward and my dick fell free of those moist
confines.

"No, wait. I'm not ready. We can't." Pammy was almost hysterical.
"We gotta stop. I don't think we should do this anymore."

Then she pulled the covers over her and moved farther away. I lay
there in a daze not fully realizing that I wasn't going to get my
rocks off now, unless I wanted to go solo in the bathroom. My
mind was reeling; I was so close, but no cigar. My balls hurt,
but I was too upset to go jerk off. Instead, I just lay there for
what seemed like hours with my aching dick poking out in front of
me.

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CHAPTER THREE - BECKY AWAKENS

When I woke up the next morning I found myself alone in the
bedroom. Good thing, too, because I had tossed the covers off
during the night and I was still naked from the waist down. My
morning boner greeted me as usual, but it hurt so much that I
didn't want to touch it.

I glanced up at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it
was almost 8 o'clock. Everyone must have wanted to get an early
start. I began thinking about what almost happened last night and
my balls twitched. I came that close, so close I could still feel
it. Of course I could still feel it; my dick probably didn't get
soft the whole night. And I knew it wouldn't get soft again until
I jacked off. So I got up from the floor and walked into the
bathroom. I was still feeling pissed off about being rejected so
I wasn't going to beat off right away. I needed to take a pee,
but I knew I couldn't do that until I got soft. Instead I went to
the lavatory and washed my face, then started to brush my teeth.

I guess with the running water and the "swish-swish" of the
toothbrush I didn't hear the door open and close. But when she
cleared her throat I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Damn, Becky. I'm in here!" I screamed as I reached for a towel
to cover myself. All I had on hand was a small face towel near
the lavatory. I grabbed it and attempted to hide my bottom.

The sudden surprise made my cock start to wilt a little. But
seeing Becky in the bathroom now had just the opposite effect.
She was still in her teddy but without the little robe she wore
before bedtime and breakfast. The fabric was so shear I could see
the faint shadows of her boobs. I hadn't noticed before, but they
were every bit as big as Pammy's.

She caught me staring and I straightened up, attempting to look
trespassed upon, which I was.

"Becky, I'm not finished in here. Excuse me, OK?"

"What's the matter, Brad? I missed you this morning. You didn't
put on a show for me again."

What was she talking about? Oh, yeah! Oh, shit! With everything
that happened yesterday, I forgot about my little early morning
escapade while she pretended to be sleeping. Now I really felt
embarrassed, but still very much aroused. What was she thinking
of, and what did she want in here?

"I thought you were sleeping yesterday."

"Yeah, right. You always poke that thing at sleeping girls?
C'mon, you knew I was awake."

"Well, what do you want? Look, let me get dressed and I'll give
you the bathroom."

"That's OK. I'll wait here til you're finished."

"I can't do anything with you right there. I don't have any pants
on."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I think I'll stay here."

I couldn't believe prudish little Becky was talking like this.
This was another person, someone I used to know, but now real,
real different. And she looked different, too. Grown up. Sexy.
And I felt my temperature start to rise.

"OK, but you're going to get another show."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours..." She sounded like a
temptress and I was wondering just what she had in mine.

"Sounds good to me," I said and instead of dropping my towel I
draped it on my rock-hard tool. "If you wanna see it, go ahead,
look."

To my surprise she reached forward and pulled off the towel. I
heard her suck in her breath.

"Oh my god, I thought I was seeing things in the clubhouse the
other day, but when Pammy pulled back the covers the other night
you look just like a bull!" She was almost breathless.

As if reading my mind, she began to pull down her panties while
she kept talking "I used to watch Shorty mount those cows, and
see his big sac hanging down there." She was talking about a bull
on their farm.

"I would just watch and I felt so weird seeing them do that. I'd
get a feeling between my legs like now."

I kept silent while she kept talking.

"Can I touch it?"

"Uh yeah, go ahead," I felt stupid even telling her that.

Her hand was an electric shock, and I was harder than I had been
even with Pammy. While Pammy was hesitant about even touching me,
Becky began stroking me ever so gently. Her hand didn't go all
they way around, but she tried. I felt my eyes begin to roll and
I could only just groan.

"You're just like a bull, you know," she sighed. She had this
thing about bulls, I guess.

"Can I touch you?" I managed to ask. I don't know why I said it
because I was certainly enjoying all the attention Becky was
giving me. But I just felt like I should return the favor. So I
bent over and slowly ran my hand between her legs. It felt like
she had wet herself. She was really damp and slippery. She moaned
right away and grabbed my dick with both hands as if to hold on.

I slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and began to stroke
up and down. She gave out a grunt and sort of doubled over. I had
to lean down even more to continue rubbing her. Finally I ran
another hand around her butt and came in from behind. I was sorry
I did that because she immediately let go of my dick and grabbed
on to the lavatory. With my left hand behind her I began to
gently probe her until I felt her opening. I slowly inserted one
finger into her pussy and she moaned even louder.

Never, ever in all the years I've known her, especially the last
few, did I think Becky ever had any dirty thoughts. But here she
was letting me finger her while she's standing next to me half
naked. My dick was still hard as a rock and rubbing against the
side of her thigh. It felt pretty good.

I began to finger her faster and faster and rubbing her slit with
my other hand.

"Wait! Wait!" she panted. And turned around to face me.

"Come over here," she commanded and lead me over to the toilet
where she made me sit down.

I watched as she stood before me and pulled her nightie over her
head. Her boobs bounced when she did it. I was hypnotized.

But not for long. She grabbed my dick, which was pointing
straight up, and walked toward me parting her legs. I knew what
she was going to do, but I still stared in disbelief. I was about
to get fucked.

She never said a word. She began rubbing the tip of my dickhead
between her pussy lips easing it a little deeper each time. She
would push my head against the top of her slit and hold it there.
It was like she was using my dick to jack off or something.

Finally she pushed my dick back and began to push down on me with
her bottom. I saw her begin to bounce a little up and down. I
felt my dick go in little by little. She was working hard, and
all I could do was watch with my arms hanging at my side. It was
like I was in a dream, but I could feel everything.

"I don't know if he's gonna fit," she said as she bounced a bit
more. But she never stopped.

Finally, she moved herself a little closer to me, and like magic
she began to slide down my shaft.

I can't really explain what that feeling was like, but it felt as
if something very warm and wet had completely surrounded me, or
really swallowed me was more like it. And it felt good. Better
than I had ever felt in my life.

Becky and I were fucking. I mean, really fucking! She was riding
up and down on me and her eyes were half closed and her mouth was
open.

I was in heaven. For some reason my hands reached up and began to
rub her tits. I pushed them up from the bottom and held them
there. Then I leaned forward and began licking her nipples, and
just nibbling them a little bit. Then I put my whole face between
her boobies and licked at the same time poking in and out of her.
Pretty soon my butt was bouncing on the toilet seat in time to
her bouncing. We were definitely working up a head of steam.

I never wanted it to stop, but Becky cried, "Wait!" as if she
suddenly remembered something. I was immediately disappointed.
She got off of me leaving my pole sticking straight up right in
front of me. I could reach over and lick it, but Becky had other
ideas.

She got down on the floor on her hands and knees on the carpet
next to the bathtub. I watched her and then she said "Get down
here."

I got up from the toilet seat and moved down to where she was.

"Behind me. Get on your knees. Do like a bull. Come here."

So I got down on my knees right behind her between her legs. Her
butt was round and beautiful, and I could see her pussy hair was
matted with wetness. I stared at her pussy lips from behind, but
then I saw her hand reach out from under her and feel for my
dick. When she found it she began to pull me forward toward her.
She pulled my dick right between her pussy lips again and into
her pussy. I didn't need any further encouragement and began to
push forward.

If the feeling on the toilet was fantastic it was nothing
compared to this. I was in control of pushing in and out and I
was finally in fear of shooting off too soon. I watched my shaft
disappear between her buttcheeks when I pushed in and watched her
pussy lips pooch out when I pulled it backwards.

"Not so deep! You're too big," she told me only once when I began
to push harder. I realized I could get a little more than half
in, but that didn't matter, because the half that was in made all
the difference.

"You so look just like a bull, you know?" I heard her saying
between grunts.

"Huh? Whatcha mean?" I grunted back.

"Your balls are hanging low like Shorty's and they're swinging
back and forth." she laughed.

We fucked like cows for a few minutes, both of us grunting like
animals.

"OK, ok," she said and she got up from the floor again. And again
I was disappointed. She placed me back on the toilet, but this
time instead of climbing on top she backed up to me like she was
going to sit on my lap. I guess I was dense because I couldn't
figure out what she was... and then she grabbed my dick again and
stuck it up her from behind. She bent forward and began to rock
back and forth on my dick, this time she was in control of how
deep.

Her hands were on my knees, mine were on her hips, and I was
helping her push forward and pull back.

She began to yelp a little. Her grunts were a little more high
pitched, then I heard that familiar long moan, and that was too
much for me. I began to shoot off and she continued to rock
harder and longer until she held real still while I pumped in
her. Then she screamed and sat in my lap!

I was still pumping but she wasn't moving or making any noise. We
were both breathing very heavily, and I was holding her around
her waist.

"Becky, are you ok?" came Pammy's voice through the door.

We both just about jumped out of our skins, but she remained
impaled on me.

"I saw a roach," Becky replied in a very unnatural voice, kinda
hoarse like.

"Do you want me to get Brad to get it?" Pammy called from the
other side.

Becky stifled a laugh and said, "No, it's gone. It just scared me
is all."

"OK, then, let me in 'cause I gotta brush my teeth."

"Wait, I'm taking a bath. I can't get to the door right now,"
Becky lied looking very nervous. But not nearly as nervous as me.
"I need to add some cool water cause I put it too hot."

"OK, but hurry," Pammy called. "Aunt Peggy's got chores for us."

Becky bounced up and down on my still hard dick and giggled a
little bit. Then she got off of me and went to the tub to start
the water.

"You gotta get out of here," she whispered to me.

"I ain't got no clothes," I said. "Remember?"

She went over to the hamper and found some clothes I had worn day
before yesterday and gave them to me. I reluctantly put them on
and then went to the back door.

Before I opened the door Becky asked me "Did you screw Pammy?"

"What?" I asked not really knowing how to answer that question.

"Never mind," she said. "It was my first time you know."

"No, I didn't know," I said very truthfully because she fucked
like she knew what she was doing.

"It was fantastic," she panted, and then pushed me toward the
window.

I found myself outside in wrinkled smelly clothes and smelling of
sweat and sex myself. I needed a bath, too.

Petey found me in no time and asked about Pammy again.

"Did you screw her last night?"

"Nah, I think she doesn't want to." I was being honest.

"Shit, man. I thought she was going to let you stick it in her
yesterday."

"Almost did, except your stupid brother came along and scared the
shit out of her. Now she don't wanna do it no more."

"He's an asshole. Probably still jealous."

"Yeah probably."

"Where the girls at?" Petey asked.

"Helping Mom, I think. They're cleaning up for the Fourth."

"Oh yeah. Wanna go swimming?"

I thought for a little bit and realized how much I really needed
a bath and said "Yeah. Kinda early, huh?"

"Nothing else to do."

He was right. So we headed for the clubhouse to change.

"Wanna read first?" Petey held out a Penthouse mag.

"Nah, let's go swimming," I said. I sure didn't need to get
myself excited at this time. Anyway I don't think a magazine
would've done it after what I just did that morning. I really
wanted to tell Petey about it, but I didn't. Don't know why, but
it felt real special. I didn't mean to fuck Becky; really had no
intention of ever doing anything to her. Funny how things change.
She presented herself, and I was willing. It was special.

A couple of hours later we got back to the clubhouse. The water
was a little cold in the morning, but we stayed in pretty long.
It was a lazy morning for sure.

Petey was reading a Penthouse, naturally, and I was looking at
the Popular Mechanics for like the hundreth time.

Suddenly, Becky popped her head in the door. I was surprised like
crazy and almost blurted out "what are you doing here?"

"Petey, your mom was looking for you. Said y'all going to town to
get haircuts."

"Shit, shit, shit," Petey was pissed. "I hate going get a
haircut. Stupid bitch." And he threw his magazine on the pile and
stormed out of the clubhouse.

"Whatcha reading?" Becky sang.

I held up my magazine as if to say "nothing, see?"

She came in the clubhouse and sat down next to me.

"The other day..." she began. "The other day everybody was
reading that 'stuff'," she said pointing to the pile. "But you
were reading this. Why? Don't you like to look at girls and
stuff?"

I finally told her the whole story. I was scared I would get too
big and scare off girls. I would turn gay, all that nonsense.

She didn't laugh, but giggled a little. "Well, I'm glad you got
big!"

Then she stood up and walked toward the door, then turned and
said "Aunt Peggy says lunch is in a few minutes."

"Where is everybody?" I asked expecting Pammy and Evelyn to be
coming behind her.

"Oh they're still cleaning up," she said. "Really, Petey's mom
called and asked if he was over at your house. I said I knew
where he was and volunteered to go get him... and you."

"Well, ok, let's go." And I got up from the seat and walked out
of the clubhouse following her.

Instead of going left toward the house she turned the other way.

"Becky, this way," I reminded her, but she said "Let's go this
way."

I saw a smile on her face and followed her. She was talking the
long way through the woods to the gully and up to the house.

When we had walked a good way into the woods she turned to me and
said "She said it would be a few minutes. Probably a few minutes
more, I mean."

That look on her face was unmistakable. She had an idea in her
head and I had a feeling I was going to like it.

Sure enough she began to unsnap her shorts and began pulling them
down.

She smiled a wicked smile, looked at me and said "What are you
waiting for? Do you want to have some more fun?"

My dick was hard before I reached my snap. I was naked below the
waist before she got her panties off.

"Over here," was all she said and she leaned over on this big
vine in front of her and pushed her round ass toward me. I didn't
need any more instructions.

I rubbed the tip of my dick between her legs again feeling the
wetness once more. Then a gentle push and I was once again in
heaven. She was a little tighter this time, so I took my time.
Nobody was going to be knocking on the door, and if we were late
for lunch, oh well.

With my hands on her hips I slowly plowed into her back and
forth. The feelings were awesome once again.

This time she moaned even louder and screamed my name. This made
me pick up the pace and pretty soon I was really hammering into
her. She began to cry and scream and cuss saying stuff like "push
that big bull dick all the way in" and shit like that.

I felt like an animal out of control until finally I couldn't
stand it anymore and began to feel my balls grow and grow.

"I wanna see it," she said all of a sudden, and I felt her pull
away. It was too late for me to do anything other than grab my
dick and began to shoot off in the air.

She watched me pump out my sperm until it was all gone.

"That was amazing!" she cried. "I've never seen anything like
that before! I need to come."

Come where? I thought to myself. She then leaned against the vine
with her legs spread and she began to sort of spank herself on
her pussy. I watched with rapt attention as she literally beat
herself with her fingers. The suddenly she started to squeak in
little breathes until that long moan again; then she began to rub
with two fingers real hard and fast at the top of her slit. She
screamed at the top of her lungs, so loud that I know they must
have heard us from the house.

And the strange thing was watching her I became hard as a rock
again.

"Well, shit, I gotta beat off too," I told her and began to
stroke myself again right in front of her. It was like we had
both lost all inhibitions and were showing each other our most
intimate things.

Just as suddenly I shot off again. Right between her legs on the
ground right in front of her.

"That is so cool," she said.

And that was it. We both got dressed and walked back to the house
as if nothing had happened.

But something told me that things were never going to be the same
between Becky and me again.

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CHAPTER FOUR - GROWN-UP EVELYN

The Fourth of July came and went, and we had a good time. The
guys hung around together and did guy stuff, and we mostly left
the girls alone. But we did talk about them a lot.


My cousin, Terry, was in from out of state. Terry's about my age,
but he looks more grown up - or at least he acts that way. He
lives in a city and goes to a big high school. So I figure he
knows more than I do about women and life in general. At least he
seems more experienced than I am.


"Man, that Pammy's got some big-ass tits. I bet I could just hang
on to those jugs and fuck her standing up." Terry sounded quite
confident.


"Yeah, man. And we could keep Becky around to lick up anything
that don't stay inside," joked Steve.


I stayed out of the conversation since I was getting pissed off
at their wise-ass remarks. I pretty soon came to realize that
neither one was a lady-killer and began to question if they ever
had any experience with girls at all. I started to feel pretty
smug knowing that I had had experiences with both of these girls
and the guys knew nothing about it. For a brief moment, I wanted
to say something, but I hesitated. Nah, it'll just be our little
secret. Shit, if I told them anything they'd probably not believe
me, or else go up to Pammy and Becky and demand the same. Then
I'd be in deep doo-doo. So I kept quiet and smug.


"Shit, man, look at that Evelyn," whispered Terry. "She's turning
into a damn fine woman. She's gonna be prettier than Becky and
Pammy put together."


I snapped my head around. Evelyn? Fine? I never would have put
those two words together in the same sentence. But then I looked
at her playing with some of the smaller kids, and yep, Terry was
right. Evelyn was a pretty girl. I guess seeing her always with
her older sisters just made me overlook her beauty. But she was
still young, but she was growing fast. Her sisters were pretty.
Evelyn was cute - very cute, but that damn attitude didn't make
up for any amount of cuteness. She was still a pain.


Company stayed until almost midnight and we all fell asleep in
our clothes. Nobody tried anything that night, or the next
morning, for that matter.


I woke up late and thought for sure the girls would have been
gone since they were leaving that day, but when I walked in the
kitchen I found out that they were still there. Mom said their
dad had to pick up some feed in a town about 60 miles from here,
so he would come by to get the girls right after lunch. I was
pretty excited that they'd stay for a little while longer.
Actually, I was hoping Becky and I could sneak to the clubhouse
for a quick goodbye. I even entertained thoughts of giving
another shot at Pammy. But I knew Becky was more willing.


After breakfast was over I smiled and asked, "So, what do ya'll
wanna do til this afternoon?"


"We want to go fishing," they all responded almost singing like a
choir.


Fishing? Shit, I didn't want to go fish. I wanted to play with
some tits at least. Fishing was the last thing I wanted to do.
But they seemed like they had all discussed it and decided.


"Fishing? Really?" I looked at Becky, pleading with my eyes.


"Yeah, really. We thought you'd take us to the creek on the other
side of the back field. Aunt Peggy said you go there all the
time. It's your favorite place."


My favorite place, yeah. My secret place more like it. Note to
myself--don't tell Mom anymore secrets. But I was in a bind. I
should've just blown them off and said no, but I didn't want to
make an asshole outa myself. Beside, Pammy and Becky had been too
damn good to me. There's still a chance I can get into Pammy's
pants before three anyway.


"Oh, all right. I'll get a couple of extra poles..."


"THREE extra poles!" piped Evelyn.


"OK, three extra poles," I mumbled. Yep, a sure bet nothing was
gonna happen this afternoon. Not with the little Evelyn hanging
around.


So after doing my chores I went to the outshed and grabbed four
bamboo poles and enough tackle to last a couple of hours. I
grabbed my bucket full of crickets and went holler to them at the
back door.


They all came running outside, screeching and giggling like
little girls skipping down the steps. I felt kind of funny, like
I was the daddy taking his little girls fishing.


We walked for about a half hour. I knew they were getting tired
and bored. The giggling stopped about ten minutes into the walk
and they had trouble keeping up with me. Finally we got to the
creek and sat our stuff down on the bank. The grass was tall all
around but all the trees were on the other side. Actually it was
more of a big canal than a creek. The creek had been diverted
years ago, and the fields were cleared all the way to the banks.
But there was one small tree where I had worn a patch in the
ground from all the fishing I do. That was my spot, I told them
and I sat there and rigged up their poles.


I figured crickets would be better than worms for the girls. Then
they'd bait their own hooks. Wrong! They didn't like the way
crickets "crunch." So I had to bait all their hooks, except
Evelyn's. She seemed to enjoy working the cricket on to her hook.


We sat in silence for a long, long time. I could tell Pammy and
Becky were getting bored out of their minds. They fidgeted and
fussed and kept pulling their hooks out of the water. Evelyn, on
the other hand, seemed like a perfect fisherman. She studied the
water and kept her pole extremely still. She shushed the other
two girls and fussed at them for making too much noise.


I knew that the whole thing was senseless since it was too late
in the day to fish. But with the only shade on this side of the
bank this is where the fish would flock. There's a long shot that
we might get lucky.


I sat still alongside Evelyn. My mind started wandering and I
daydreamed as I watched Pammy's legs glistening in the sun. Her
shorts seemed shorter than normal, or maybe my imagination was in
high gear. I tried to catch peeks at her tight crotch and
remembered how good it looked with nothing covering it. Then I
glanced toward Becky, who was sitting on her heels in a crouch. I
looked at her fine butt stretched tight by her shorts. I imagined
my dick disappearing into that crack again and again.


I was kind of in a daze now. I was very aware of my dick getting
harder and harder and threatening to free itself of my cutoffs.
It was like slow motion watching Pammy getting her hook caught in
some grass along the edge. She bent over to try to yank it free
and I stared openly at her boobs, barely constrained by her bra,
bouncing around while she yanked. Then I dreamily watched her
bend over to grab the hook; I got a damn good look at her
tremendous cleavage and then....


"Owww! Ow, ow, ow, ow ow. Oh help. Oh ouch! Oh help. My god, I'm
stuck." she screamed in pain.


I came to my senses pretty quickly, and before I knew it I was on
my feet and at Pammy's side. She had yanked on the string and
freed the hook which flew and stuck itself in her hand. It wasn't
serious, but I could tell it did hurt. It was right in between
her thumb and forefinger. She was shaking her hand so much I was
afraid she was going to push it in further. I grabbed her arm and
held it at my side real tight. Then I quickly grabbed the hook,
pushed it sideways slightly and popped it out.


When she saw the trickle of blood on her hand and went wild. She
was crying and carrying on. I knew most of it was an act just to
quit fishing. And that was fine with me.


"OK, let's grab all this stuff and take you home. We gotta clean
this up," I motioned to the other two girls. Becky started
picking up the poles but Evelyn stayed right where she was, not
even moving her line out of the water.


"I'm not going anywhere. I wanna fish. You guys got to do a lot
of things already. Y'all never do anything with me." Evelyn
sounded pretty pissed off.


"OK, fine. Stay here and fish. But I'm gonna take Pammy home.
I'll see you later." Becky sounded real protective of her big
sister who was still sobbing. "Brad, you stay here with Evelyn. I
don't want her out here by herself."


I was about to complain, but what's the use. The little brat was
stubborn for sure. Anyway, looks like my chance for a piece of
ass this afternoon was out of the question anyway. So I told them
to be careful and stay on the path home. We'd see them around
lunchtime.


Then I went back to my spot and sat down and fished. Evelyn and I
spent the next 45 minutes in complete silence except for the
splash of a hook hitting the water or the crunch of another
cricket biting the dust. No one caught anything.


The rest of the morning was threatening to be more of the same
when my bladder started calling for attention. I ignored it at
first because I didn't want to go take a piss around Evelyn. It
didn't seem right. So for the next 15 minutes I kept trying not
to think about my bladder but spending all that time trying to
make the urge go away. My piss hard-on was pretty big now and I
knew that I had to take care of the situation at once or I
wouldn't be able to stand up.


"Where ya going?" Evelyn asked as I put my pole aside and started
to walk towards the tall grass.


"I gotta go do something."


"What?"


"I gotta go over here for a minute. I'll be right back."


"What do you need. I'll get it for you."


"No, look. I gotta go use the bathroom. So just wait right here."
And off I went to the bushes. I walked over this little hill.
When I got out of sight, and far enough out of earshot I unzipped
my cutoff, pulled out my hard on and let it flow. I pissed for
almost a full minute wetting all the tall grass around. I aimed
my prick like a machine gun knocking back the weeds. As the piss
was subsiding so was my erection. Then I heard a noise, a rustle
in the grass. I stood completely still thinking it was a snake or
small animal. Then I realized it was coming from my left side,
toward the tree. I caught a glimpse of a blond head pulling aside
the tall grass. Evelyn. My dick immediately sprang to life again.


This is crazy, I thought to myself. She's a baby. But she's a
curious baby. I can't let her do that, though. It's not right. So
I shook it a couple of more times and stuffed my dick back in my
pants. It was hard to do since I still had an erection. I just
placed it sideways since I couldn't tuck it between my legs.
Looked like I was carrying a piece of lumber in my right front
pocket. I heard the grass rustle again as she scooted back to the
tree.


I smiled and went back to the tree and sat down. She was sitting
just to my right, the same side my dick was facing. It was still
hard and still throbbing. I didn't like what my mind was thinking
now. But my dick sure liked it. It was getting harder and harder.
I caught her even stealing a few looks when she thought I
couldn't see her. Boy, is she curious, I thought to myself. This
little game went on for quite a while. My dick never lost its
erection knowing that this little blondie was admiring it through
my short jeans. I thought about rubbing it "accidentally" to make
it poke out through the leg. But I decided not to. I didn't want
to carry it that far. At least not without her wanting to go that
far.


After about twenty minutes of this cat and mouse, sneak a peek
game I decided enough is enough. I folded my legs Indian-style to
accent the protrusion from my pants. I kept my head straight
waiting for her to look sideways again. She did.


"You like what you saw back there?" I asked without even looking
at her.


I could feel her blush and shuffle a bit. But she was one tough,
cookie. Like I said, she was stubborn.


"I saw it before, already." She was so cool. I jerked my head
toward her and she was facing toward her pole. Cool.


"You what? You saw me before? When?"


"The other morning after we first got here. Everybody else was
sleeping and you didn't have any clothes on. You were walking
around the room pulling on it. I know you thought I was sleeping,
but I wasn't."


I couldn't believe my ears. I really did think she was sleeping,
but I guess I put on a pretty good show for her, too.


"Well, did you like the show?" I asked.


She was quite for five seconds.


"It's big" she said meekly.


"I didn't know you were looking. I sure wouldn't have done that
if I knew you were awake, y'know." My excuse sounded lame.


"Well, if you didn't want anybody to see it why didja dance
around like that. Supposed somebody woulda woke up?" She kept
fishing, not even looking my way.


"I just woke up like that and, well, I had to take care of it.
Y'know, guys have to take care of themselves every once in a
while or they'll hurt themselves." I lied the famous "guy" lie.


"Whatcha mean take care of themselves?" she looked at me for the
first time.


I was leaning back in the grass against a little hill with my
fishing pole resting by my ankles. I had one hand on my crotch
just outlining the large lump extending to my right.


"Y'know. When a guy gets so big and hard, he's gotta do something
about it or he'll pop or really hurt himself bad."


"So, what d'ya do?"


"Well, ya gotta release it. Y'know, a guy has to relieve himself.
He's got to shoot off. Do you know about sex?" I had to find out
just what she knew.


"Yeah, I know about sex.... kinda. Why?"


"Well, a guy sometimes relieves himself in a girl, but not all
the time. Sometimes he can relieve himself with his hand.... or
with a girl's hand." I look at her. She looked back. She was
definitely curious.


"You always have to relieve yourself when you get hard?"


"Most of the time."


"Like right now. You gonna have to relieve yourself?"


"Well, if we keep talking about it I will. It's not gonna get
smaller if you keep looking at me like that." She didn't turn
away. Good sign.


"So why did it get all big anyway?"


"Well, it usually gets big when I think about girls, y'know,
pretty girls and stuff."


"What girl were you thinking about?"


"Well..." I paused. "I was thinking about you."


"You crazy! You were thinking about me? That's stupid. I'm your
cousin and I'm younger than you."


"Well, that don't matter. You're still a cute girl, no matter if
you're my cousin or not. I was thinking about you and it got big.
That's all."


"Does it hurt? I mean when it gets hard. Does it bother you?"


"Sometimes. Like right now, it's getting so hard that it's tight
in my pants. It's startin' to hurt because it can't move
anywhere."


"So whatcha gonna do? Is it gonna hurt you more?"


"Well, I could make myself comfortable?" and I reached down and
fumbled with the snap on my jeans.


"No, go ahead. I don't want you to hurt."


I popped the snap and unzipped my cutoffs opening them just a
bit. The white bulge of my underwear was pooching through. I felt
like my whole dick would come through my fly because it was
throbbing and just aching for relief. I think it would have
scared her off for sure if that had happened. A wet spot showed
through my shorts at the tip.


"There, that oughta be fine now. That helps a lot." I resumed
fishing, but she never took her eyes off my crotch.


"It still looks like it's tight to me. You don't gotta relieve
yourself anymore?" she asked sounding almost disappointed.


"Naw, I don't think so. Unless it starts getting bigger. Then
I'll have to do something about it."


"It looks pretty big now. You sure?"


Oh, it was getting bigger all right. Just her looking at it made
my balls hurt and dick so hard I could probably shoot off without
touching it.


"Y'know, I think you're right. It is getting bigger. And it's
kinda starting to hurt a little. But I don't want to do anything
in front of you. Y'know, I don't wanna embarrass you or anything.
I may have to go down over the hill over there."


"No, no, you won't. You won't embarrass me. I promise. I'm not
embarrassed at all. You don't have to go anywhere, ok? I just
don't want you to hurt yourself. That's all. Go ahead and do
whatever you have to do but just stay right here."


"You sure?" I teased.


"Promise. It's ok."


"OK, if you're sure." Then I started to ease my cutoffs down my
legs, but Evelyn's eyes were afixed to the giant lump in my
drawers. The white grew and grew until my pants were down below
my knees and my dick stretch my briefs sideways. Then I grabbed
it through my underwear and started to rub back and forth. Each
time I'd pick it up and stretch my underpants forward straining
my dick against them. I kept this up for a minute and I could see
Evelyn getting antsy and squirming.


Finally she blurted out, "Don't you have to take your panties off
or anything?"


"Not all the time. Sometimes I can just relieve myself like
this."


"But it's not better when you take them off."


"Yeah, kinda. But then you might see it, and that wouldn't be
right. I mean, you're my cousin and all."


"I don't care. It don't matter to me. Just so long as you don't
hurt yourself. It really don't matter if I see it."


"Now I don't like to show little girls my bottom, you know. It's
not right." I lied as I stroked my rod through my shorts.


She had had enough.


"Look," she said, "it don't matter if I see it, OK? Take them off
before you hurt yourself. I wanna watch. OK? I want to see how
you do it. I never did before."


"Did you ever see a man's bottom before?"


"No, not before a couple of days ago when I saw yours."


"Really? That's kinda hard to believe." And I slowly ran my hand
inside the band of my underwear and pulled my dick gently out as
I moved my shorts down with the other hand.


She put down her pole and scooted closer.


"Aaaaaah, that feels so much better. You sure you don't mind me
doing this?" I eyed her closely.


"Uh uh. Not at all. God, it looks so hard. It looks like it
hurts." Her attention was solely on my hard dick.


"No, it don't hurt so much no more. Now that it's outa my pants.
I think the air makes it feel better."


"It's all wet."


"Yeah, he's just real excited. He gets wet like that."


"Is it always purple like that?"


"Naw, only when he get real, real excited."


"Boy, he sure looks real excited right now! It looks like it's
pumping or something."


I was holding my dick by the base and letting it throb on its
own.


"Yeah, it is pumping by itself. You wanna feel it?"


The silence was deafening. I held my breath waiting for an
answer. I wanted to see just how game she was. She was.


"OK, but tell me if I hurt you."


Hurt me. I wanted to laugh. The only way she could hurt me is to
say no. But I didn't tell her that. This girl seemed brave and
ready to give anything a try. I watched as she carefully extended
one small hand toward the beast extending from my crotch. It was
like a lightening bolt hitting my groin as I felt her soft grasp
around my pole. The fingers of her little hand barely met as they
wrapped around my dick.


"It's really moving now!" she said excitedly. "Is he getting
ready to explode or something?"


"Any second now," I managed to whisper.


"Is this ok? Am I doing this ok?" she asked as she squeezed by
dick ever so gently then more firmly.


"You doin' fine. Now kinda move them up and down like this." And
I grabbed her wrist and moved it back and forth.


I was grunting. I let go of her wrist and she continued jerking
slowly up and down my rod. Every part in my body was trying to do
one thing: keep from coming! I mean, her soft hand wrapped around
my throbbing cock was just way too much. I gotta hand it to me, I
never thought I had that much restraint. It jerked and wobbled
and spit a little bit of juice, but I managed to say enough
prayers to fight the feeling. Until I opened my eyes again and
saw Evelyn.


She was staring at my big dick was the wickedest smile on her
face. She now had both hands around the shaft moving up and down.
I had moved my hands to my side to brace myself. She kept her
left hand sliding up and down as she explored my balls with her
right. I spread my legs to accomodate her exploration, but it was
all too much.


"Evelyn, watch out, I'm gonna shoot off!"


"Huh, what?"


Too late, I blew. And blew good. I let out a cross between a
groan and a yell and tossed my rocks all over my knees and jeans.


"Goddam," was all she could manage to say as she kept paused for
just a split second, but just as quickly continued pumping. I
doubled over in intense pleasure, writhing from the feeling. She
must have gotten a real kick out of this because she wouldn't let
go no matter how much I bucked.


When the torrent had finished she continued to stroke it. The
ultra-sensitivity of my peckerhead cause me to pull way back. But
Evelyn held on.


"Evelyn, please. It's real sensitive now. You have to be gentle."


"Man, you really shot off, huh? Where does all that stuff come
from? It's all over the place. I ain't never seen nothing like
that before. That was wild. Are you OK?"


Why did everybody always ask me if I was OK? Must be something in
that family.


"Yeah, I'm fine, just fine. Real fine."


"He's gettin' smaller now. Is he finished?"


"Oh, yeah. He's finished for right now."


"Whatcha mean for right now?" she seemed genuinely curious.


"Well, I after a guy rests for a little while after shooting off
he can do it again."


"Shoot off again? Like that? It don't hurt or drain you or
something."


"Hell no, it don't hurt. But it drains you. I mean, you can't
shoot off as much. But you can still shoot off."


"I can't believe I finally saw a guy's dick!" She sounded like
she had won a bet or a contest. "And that's really supposed to go
inside of a girl? Ain't no way."


"Yeah, it can go inside of a girl. Girls stretch you know."


"You're crazy. They don't stretch that much. Not enough for that!
You ever put it in a girl before?"


"Evelyn, you ask too many questions. One day you'll see. You'll
see."


As I was talking I was pulling my shorts and cutoffs.


"What are you doing?" she demanded.


"Well, I'm getting ready to go. Your dad's coming for you this
afternoona and we gotta start heading back," I explained.


"Ah shoots. It's still early. We got lotta time left. You, uh,
you OK? I mean, you don't gotta relieve yourself any more? You
know, I mean, your thing's... uh, your thing's OK?"


"Yeah, I'm fine. Now c'mon, really, we gotta be going. Get your
pole and I'll get the bucket."


She looked pissed off. I was serious about heading back, though.
I guess I was selfish, but I was relieved at last and my dick was
ultimately satisfied. Evelyn was not, however. She grabbed the
poles with a huff and we both took off down the dirt road back to
the farm.

"Did you want to fish some more," I asked.

"No," she huffed. "I just thought we..." and then she ell silent.

We walked a while without talking. I could tell she was thinking
of something because she kept glancing my way every so often.
Finally she let it out.


"Can boys walk when their bottom is hard?"


I chuckled a bit, "Why do you ask that?"


"I dunno, just wondering how it would feel."


"Yeah, we can walk when our dick is hard. It feels OK. Sometimes
it rubs in my pants and makes it feel better. Sometimes it
doesn't feel good at all. Depends."


"When you're walking and you get hard, do you have to relieve
yourself too?"


"Sometimes, it depends on how hard it gets."


"I mean real hard. Like, you ever walk with pants on. Y'know,
just let it hang free. Or whatever."


"What are you getting at, Evelyn?" I think I knew. She was
obsessed with my dick, I could tell. And the thought of her
thinking about it was making me hard again. After that last
session I thought it was be at least a half-hour before I would
get another hard-on. But this little vamp was doing it to me real
good.


"No, I don't usually walk with no pants on except when I take a
bath. Or sometimes when we go swimming..."


"You go swimming without swimming trunks?"


"Yeah, most of the time. I mean, in the creek, not in town."


"All of you, Pete and Steve, too?"


"Yeah, sometimes."


"Does it get hard in the water?"


"Naw, not when I'm swimming with guys, silly. Just when I think
about girls and stuff."


"What kind of stuff? I mean, what do you think of when you think
about girls?"


"So you wanna know all the guy secrets, huh? Well, I think about
girl's tits and pussies mostly. And playing with them and stuff.
And them playing with me..."


"Like I did back there?"


"Yeah, like that. You did that real good. You ever did it
before?"


"I told you I never even saw a guy's before! It was so big and
then it got soft. That's so weird." She glanced over at me, then
her eyes dropped to my crotch. Just talking so freely like that
had gotten me rock-hard again. And it was quite obvious through
my cutoffs.


"You're big again, huh? You need to relieve yourself again? I can
do it for you." She sounded so eager, and so innocent, like a
girl scout ready to help me cross the street or something.


"Naw, I'm fine. It'll go down while we walk."


"No, really, I don't want you to hurt yourself or anything. C'mon
right here we can do it on the side of the road in the grass
here. C'mon." she begged tugging at my arm.


"Evelyn, c'mon girl. It's OK."


"Well, why don't you take it out so it won't hurt. Y'know, let it
free or something."


"You want me to take it out a walk with it hanging like you
said?" I almost giggled.


"Yeah! Like that! That would be neat. I would probably feel cool,
too, huh?"


I unzipped my pants and opened my fly. I pushed my shorts down
and grabbed my rod and popped it out. It pointed straight up.
Evelyn's eyes never left it while we walked. She'd glance at the
road only rarely. She stared at the swagger of my dick. I admit
it felt cool.


What was difficult was keeping my cutoffs from falling down as we
walked. Trying to manage to hold the bucket and my pants was
rather difficult.


"Why don't you take them off?" she asked.


"And go naked? You're crazy."


"Not naked. You still have your shirt on. I'll hold your pants
and stuff."


"Naw, I gotta zip back up."


"NO! Don't. I mean, you can't put him back in there. He's too
big. Let me relieve you, OK?" And while she was saying that she
came up to me and grabbed my rod again. If I was the Pope I
couldn't have told this girl no. She had her fist around my dick
and was pumping away. As she did that with her right hand her
left pulled my shorts and pants completely down around my ankles.
Her head only barely reached to my shoulders but she sure had a
lot of fire.


She pressed her chest against my side and grabbed my butt with
her free hand, while her busy one was jacking the hell out of my
dick.


"I think he's bigger this time, y'know?"


I couldn't handle conversation now and didn't try to mumble an
answer. Instead I just grunted and parted my legs almost buckling
my knees.


"Your sack is hanging low, just like a bull. Golly, look how it's
swinging."

I guess the bull made an impression on all the girls.


She pumped so expertly that I don't think that any jacking off
that I would do from that day forward could ever measure up to
what Evelyn was doing to me.


"Gosh, his head is sooo purple. And big. It looks just like a
plum or something. Oooh, I think he's getting ready to do
something cause he's leaking."


I closed my eyes for a second, but then opened them quickly. I
didn't want to miss any of this little nymph's actions. She was
sure curious and wanted to know and see everything.


She would pump a couple of times then pull the skin all the way
back, making my dick look even longer than it is. A couple of
times I thought she was going to kiss it she put it so close to
her head. She had absolute, complete control over me. If she
asked me to eat dirt or she would quit I would munch it by the
shoveful.


"Evelyn, I'm about ready to shoot again."


"OK, go ahead. I'm waiting." And she pumped and pulled, pumped
and pulled. On one strong pulled I let loose. Another grunt and
loud groan and my load was gone. I sprayed white all over the
grass on the side of the road. I heard Evelyn squeal with delight
when I blew my wad. She pumped until I was empty and then
continued to stroke just lightly. She knew that my head was real
sensitive so she played with my shaft and even my balls. The
feelings were fantastic.


"You better now?" she asked.


"I could never get better than this. Man, you sure know what
you're doing. Golly, you sure you never did this before."


"I promise I never did anything like this before. But I sure wish
I had. I'm glad I do now, though."


I zipped back up and tried to arrange myself. We started walking
again. I noticed that Evelyn had gotten some of the semen on her
hand, but she hadn't wiped it off. Just a little ways down the
road I saw her put her hand to her face and lick it. I couldn't
believe it. I heard her say "hmmm" and the she did it again. I
never said anything.


About a half-hour later we got to the farm. We came upon the
first barn, the tractor shed, when Evelyn stopped and sat down on
the plow-hitch on one of the tractors.


"Let's stop here for a minute, OK?" she sounded tired.


"Evelyn, we're home already. Why you wanna stop?"


"Why do you wanna go? You don't think you got anymore in you?
Daddy's not here and we got time to talk and stuff."


"We better not. I mean, I don't think I can anymore."


"Well, maybe not. But I didn't get done, you know." She had that
wicked smile again.


"What do ya mean?"


"I mean, we took care of you two times already. And I didn't get
anything."


She rubbed her crotch and my dull senses finally beat the hell
out of my brain: SHE WANTS YOU TO PLAY WITH HER PUSSY!!!


"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Look, maybe this is not a good
place..." Before I could finish she had stood up, unsnapped her
shorts and was tugging at them. She hadn't even got them
part-ways down before my dick sprang back to life. I couldn't
believe I could get hard again today, but this little girl was
just full of surprises. Evelyn leaned against a tractor tire with
her shorts just above her knees and her lacy, pink panties
showing.


"Well, whatcha gonna do? I wasn't afraid of you, y'know."


I was lost in a daze, seeing what I used to think of as little
brat of a girl now acting like a tramp. She was horny, probably
hornier than me right now. Not having a lot of experience before
this week, I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do. So I walked up
to her and put my hand over the front of her panties and gently
pressed my middle finger into her crack, rubbing up and down.


You would have thought that I electrocuted her or something! She
jumped and let out a little scream that I thought would bring
people running. But we were safe. Her eyes were closed and her
breathing was fast with a few little grunts coming out every so
often. I continued rubbing my finger in her crack through the
panties. She tried to spread her legs but her shorts at her knees
limited her movement. She tried to push them down more but I
continued to stroke her and she didn't want to miss a beat.


After a few minutes we adjusted ourselves for more comfort. Then
she pulled her short pants completely off and tossed them on the
tractor seat. I returned to my petting her through her panties
and she spread her legs wide. Her grunts became louder and closer
together. I watched her chest heave. Now she was completely under
my power and I was having fun. At least I thought she was under
my power. She grabbed my cock through my cutoffs and held on
tight.


She pulled on my meat and I slipped my hand inside of her
panties. I was more than a bit surprised to see that she had hair
on her cunt. I rubbed the smooth pelt and then placed my finger
in her slit, slowly rubbing up and down. I felt her getting
wetter and wetter and pretty soon I managed to get the tip of my
finger inside of her. It just sort of popped in. And when it did
she suddenly became frozen and let out a little "Whoop!"


I crooked my finger pushing it slowly in and out at the same time
rubbing her slit. Her breathing was labored and heavy. She
couldn't speak now if she had wanted to. Her pulling on my rod
had ceased but she still held on tight. Every so often she would
jerk it back and forth, but her main concentration was on what I
was doing to her. My strokes increased and my finger penetrated
deeper and deeper. She was bouncing up and down on my hand
emitting little grunts and squeals. Finally with one deep
"uunnnngggh" she sat hard on my hand and ground her crotch into
my finger. She shuddered and then fell forward limply.


"Oooh, that felt so good." was all she could manage to say
through heavy breaths.


I removed my finger from her cunt and looked at her leaning
against the tractor tire. She was sweaty and tired. I wondered if
that's what I looked like when I came. Her breathing was still
labored but she had a smile on her face and her eyes were closed.
I was still excited just watching her. Then I had an idea.


She looked up at me, "OK, your turn again."


"Not yet," I said as I got on my knees.


"What are you DOING? OOOOH!"


I spread her legs and run my tongue up her crack. It tasted
salty, like sweat and yet different. Not unpleasant. I didn't
even think about what it would taste like. I just wanted to do
it.

"Don't do that! That's gross," she cried but made no motion to
push my head away.

I started pulling her shorts and panties down and she stepped out
of them without arguing. I lifted one leg against the tire to get
my head in a better position.

I lapped at her cunt and she became delirious. Every time I'd
lick at the top of her slit she'd squeal, so I focused on that
area. I probed her hole with my tongue and then lick upwards
quickly tonguing the top of her crack. She grabbed my head and
pushed my face into her bush. I pressed my tongue as deep as it
would go into her hole. Then I pushed hard up her slit. I kept
licking harder and harder pressing as hard as I could. I heard
some strange sounds coming out of her throat and then I felt her
start shuddering. Her hips started bucking wildly and she almost
fell off the tire. I grabbed her butt and held her up but
continued licking. Finally she yelled for me to stop, please
stop. I did.


I let her rest, rubbing her shoulder up and down. She was almost
sobbing; she sounded tired.


"You OK?" I asked.


She nodded. And dropped her head. She was tired.


"We better get going now. OK?" I was really starting to worry
about the time.


"No, not yet. Let me catch my breath," she panted. "And we can't
go yet. Look! You're hard again." She looked at my crotch and
sure enough my dick was trying to poke a hole in my pants.


"Come see right here."


I moved closer and she grabbed my cock through my pants and began
to massage it again. If it was sore before I sure didn't feel any
discomfort now. She unsnapped my pants and wiggled the zipper
down. Then she pulled them past my hips and let them fall to my
feet. She wasted little time with my underwear quickly pulling
them down. With both hands she rubbed my dick back and forth.

I laid my head back and felt myself going into a dream. Then I
felt warm and wet on my dickhead and I looked down quickly to see
Evelyn trying to put my whole head in her little mouth. She
lapped the bottom with her tongue and tried to open her mouth
wide enough. Just the head would fit, but she really tried real
hard.

"Evelyn," I panted, "that feels fantastic. You're soooo good."

And she kept sucking my head and I was lost in the clouds.

The feeling was still fantastic but it had changed somehow, and I
slowly came to my senses and saw what was happening. She was
rubbing her bare pussy lips with my dick, rubbing the head of my
cock in and out of her slit. It was as hot and wet as her mouth.
But I knew it was a lost cause because there was no way she was
going to fit me into her tight little twat. But that didn't keep
her from trying.

"Evelyn, I don't think we can." I tried to explain.

"Yes, yes, it can," she panted sounding as determined as ever.
"Hold it straight," she ordered.

I did and pointed it directly at her. She spread her legs and
pussy lips as wide as they would go and tried to impale herself
on me. She barely got the lips around half of my head. If I
wanted to hurt her I could have tried harder, but I was so afraid
that I would really damage her.

I changed positions with her and leaned her back against the
tractor tire and spread her legs. I got down lower and rubbed my
dick up and down her pussy getting it as wet as I could. Then I
pushed forward little by little until I heard her whimper. I then
stopped and began pumping back and forth, and little by little I
would slap the top of her pussy lips with my head. She whimpered
even more, letting out little cries of pleasure. I kept it up
until I felt like I was going to shoot off again. Then just like
before she started shuddering letting out little moans. I knew
she was going to climax, and she did. Her little scream set me
over the top, too, and I began to shoot off even again. It was
not as much as before, but I shot off all over her pussy and
stomach.

She started to laugh between deep breaths.

We finally got dressed, and just in time, too. I heard a pickup
truck coming down the gravel road and I knew it was her dad.

"Next time I come we gonna do it for real. All the way, ok?" she
said as she snapped her pants.

What could I say. "OK, yeah. We will." I didn't know what else to
say.

She dressed so quickly that I was afraid she forgot something,
but I looked around and saw that we left nothing.

"Hi, Daddy!" she cried running out of the barn toward the truck.

I followed as soon as I got my shorts buttoned up.

Becky and Pammy came from inside the house, Pammy with a big
bandage on her hand. They surrounded their dad telling them tales
of the fishing and the drama.

Mom came outside and asked "Where have you two been? Y'all must
have been catching good. Y'all hungry?"

"No ma'am," Evelyn called back at her

"Nah, I'm ok," I told her walking towards her on the back steps.

Mom told me to get their things, so I went inside carefully
avoiding coming near her because I smelled like sweat and sex. I
kind of felt guilty, kind of like she knew what I been doing, so
I went into the bedroom to grab their suitcases. I jumped when I
thought Mom came in the room, but when I turned around I saw that
it was Pammy.

"Hey," she said rubbing the bandage on her hand.

"Hey," I mumbled back and turned around to fetch the little
girlie bag that I knew was Evelyn's. "You ok?"

"Yeah, sorry about the fishing," she said, sounding like she was
trying to start some small talk. And I didn't really understand
right then that she was trying to talk to me.

"S'ok," I answered. "We stayed and fished for a while longer."

"Yeah, I know," she replied, "Listen, I gotta tell you
something..."

Uh oh, I thought to myself. Maybe she knew about me and Evelyn
just then. Or maybe Becky told her what we did. This was not
going to be good I felt.

"The other night, you know, the first night... when we... when I
did you... remember?" she muttered.

"Well, yeah, I mean, yeah, I could never forget..." I started,
but she cut me off.

"I gotta tell you, about before... when I woke you up." She
paused. She looked like she was either trying to remember or
trying to avoid saying it. I kept quiet and looked at her.

"You were sleeping real close, kinda like right up to me on your
side. And well, I felt you, I mean I felt your... uh, your
thing..."

"My dick," I interrupted impatiently.

"Yeah, your dick. It was poking me in the back. I felt it on me
and at first I thought it was your elbow. But then it kinda
throbbed and bounced, so then I knew what it was. I let it touch
my back, and then I kinda started to rub up against it. You were
bouncing and rubbing back, like you liked it."

"I'm sure I did."

"Yeah, you did. And I did, too. See, after I been doing that for
a while..." she started to look down at the floor. "I turned
over, and I let you rub me on my front."

I looked at her with wide eyes.

She continued, "Then, I don't know why, I began to touch you,
touch your dick. At first I felt it through your pants. I held it
and you began to rub against my hand. After a while, well, I
started to reach under your shorts through the leg, then I began
to grab you and rub you. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to
tug and pull but I finally got it out of your shorts. I just
wanted to see it."

She stopped talking so I thought she was finished. I confess I
was beginning to get hard again listening to her. But she sounded
embarrassed talking about it so I didn't want her to feel bad, so
I turned to get the other bags, but she wasn't finished.

"I kept rubbing you and couldn't believe how hard you were. And I
felt kind of funny, like I was hurting you or something. But I
had to do it."

"Do what?" I wondered aloud.

"I took off my pants." she said curtly.

I put both bags down and looked at her. For the first time since
she began she looked at me right in the eye.

"I tried to put you inside of me," she finally confessed.

There was a burning feeling behind my eyes. And I felt kind of
dizzy listening to her say this.

"You didn't fit. I tried and tried. I thought you were awake I
was making so much noise and was pulling on you."

"I wasn't awake, you know," I tried to explain.

"That's not the bad part. I had the sheets pulled down and trying
to put you in me, and when I looked up at the bed Becky was
watching me. I didn't know what to do, so I told her later that
you were awake and pretending like you were sleeping so she
wouldn't think I was doing it. She didn't even say anything - she
just watched. So I pulled the sheets back up and put my pants
back on. That's when I woke you up. I'm afraid Becky might tell
on us and get us in trouble. I'm so sorry."

If I didn't know that her dad was outside waiting for her I would
have given her another chance to try to see if it would fit, but
she was trying to get something off her chest.

"Pammy," I tried comforting her, "it's ok. I'm not mad. Becky's
not going to say anything. I know she wouldn't. And what you did?
It's ok. If I had the chance I'd probably try to do the same
thing to you."

She looked like she was going to start crying. I hugged her and
she hugged back. I know she felt my erection, but neither of us
said anyting.

Pammy and I brought the suitcases out to the truck.

All the girls ran to Mom to give her a kiss and say goodbye. Then
they all hopped in the back of the truck. Seems Uncle Mo picked
up a bunch of baby chicks, so they all wanted to ride in the back
to play with them.

I climbed on to the running board to tell them bye, and each one
of them gave me a look that was meant for me alone.

"Can't wait to see you next time. It gets funner and funner
coming here. Hope it's soon!" said Evelyn holding a little yellow
puff ball.

Becky said "it sure does, and I can't wait for next time either."
Then she winked at me making sure nobody had seen her but me.

Pammy said, "Yeah, next time will be even better, I know it." And
she blinked through her teary eyes.

I don't know if they'll talk to each other about what happened,
and if they do I don't know if they'll be mad at me or what.

I watched the truck go up the road thinking that I maybe better
rest up for next time.
