Nat's old pick-up still wasn't parked by the house when I walked down the hill into the yard. I only hoped that Old Man Gordon was true to his word and didn't care about my uncle plowing his pretty young wife.
When Linda saw me dragging into the kitchen, she wiped her hands on her apron and gave me an inquisitive look.
"Where's your uncle?"
"He let me off at the pasture gate," I said, making up lies as fast as I could. "Said he had to get over to Johnston's to pick up some baling wire."
Linda looked as if she believed me so I got a drink of water and went into the front room. Frank was sitting on the couch blowing steam off of a cup of coffee. There was a big bruise under his right eye and a long cut on his forehead.
"That was a neat little trick you played on me last night," he muttered.
I looked at him coolly. "You're the one who plays tricks." I started out onto the porch.
"Wait, don't leave yet."
I stopped and looked at his battered face. "How did you explain those bruises to Linda?" I asked with a smile.
"She just thinks Nat and I scuffled a bit," he said, digging something out of his pocket. "But unless you keep your voice down, she'll know the rest."
I put my hands on my hips and frowned. "Maybe a few people should know just how lousy you really are," I said. Somehow I felt more confident around my stepfather now. More and more he seemed a tired old man with no morals instead of a rampaging tiger on the loose.
"Okay, okay," he grumped, pushing a shaking hand through his thin hair.
"Look, I'm leaving tomorrow or the next day. It'll be the last chance I'd have of…" His beady eyes took in my long legs below the hem of the miniskirt.
"I've got some things to do, Frank," I said, starting out the door again. He stood up, almost spilling his coffee, and thrust a wad of bills into my hand.
"Just let me come see you tonight." He looked like a man who hadn't eaten in months. I smoothed the crumpled bills out and counted them.
About fifty dollars… a down payment anyway on all that my horrible stepfather had done to me in the past.
"Okay," I said, stuffing the bills into the pocket of my blouse. "But don't come until morning. Daybreak would be best." By then I hoped to be in Thad's warm arms and heading out of the state.
"Yeah… sure." He rubbed his bleary eyes and picked up his coffee again. "You won't regret it, Shelly."
Linda came in from the other room and Frank left the house quickly, avoiding her face. She watched him go, then looked at me.
"Something funny's going on around here," she said. "Shelly, what made you drive off in that pick-up last night? By the time I'd gotten away from your drunken uncle there was all kinds of commotion, and then them out there fightin' by the barn."
"I just felt like taking a ride," I said quickly. "Nat said I could if I didn't go far."
"I don't like it," she said as I went out. "I don't like it at all."
Jason was coming across the barnyard with a bucket and, though I pretended I didn't see him, he blocked my path and undressed me with a lewd look.
"Wanta ride into town with me later?" he asked.
"No, Jason. I'm busy." He put down the bucket and grabbed my wrist.
When I tried to jerk free he squeezed until the pain shot up my arm. It was his favorite trick and one that always worked.
"Tell you what," he continued, "I'll just sneak down tonight and take care of you… How's that?"
"What are you talking about?" I forced my eyes to meet his.
Jason gave me a twisted smile. "Hell, it's been about twenty-four hours since you've been bred. You must be missing my cock somethin' awful."
I wanted to scream to Jason that I'd met a wonderful boy named Thad, wanted to tell him how much better Thad was with a girl. More than anything I wanted to tell my horrible cousin that I was leaving the farm the very next day with Thad.
"Let me go, or I'll call for Linda." My voice was shaking, but Jason recognized the anger in it and dropped my hand. I walked on toward my room, Jason only a step or two behind.
"Listen here, cunt," he snarled. "I'll be down here when the sun sets-and you'd better be ready for it, or I'll break down that silly little shed you live in."
I slammed the door in his face and bolted the lock. Napoleon had gotten up from his corner and was standing with his hackles up, growling low in his throat.
"It's okay, baby," I said, petting him calm again. The big shepherd, it seemed, was the only friend I had left on the place besides Uncle Nat.
Even Linda had been getting short with me since I'd tried to cool our more intimate relationship.
By the time suppertime had rolled around, I'd stuffed what few things I owned in an old duffel bag I'd found in the barn and hidden it under the bed just in case someone wanted to snoop.
When I went into the kitchen, everyone was eating quietly. Frank was eating in his room, still a little shy of Uncle Nat to face him over a plate of fried chicken.
Jason immediately started touching me under the table, but I managed to stay away from his greedy fingers long enough to stuff myself with drumsticks. I knew I'd be missing breakfast the next morning and would have a long way to walk, so when the pie came around for the second time, I had more of that, too.
The sun was just going down when I went back to my room and locked the door behind me again. It would only be a few hours and I'd be with Thad. Already I was yearning to be naked underneath him. How could it be wrong to fuck someone like him?
The mugginess of the night made me open both windows, but I still had to shed my clothes to be comfortable. I thought of touching myself as I lay on the sheets, but decided to wait for Thad to do it instead. It was better somehow when he fondled my slick parts, when he made me come.
I don't know how long I'd been asleep when a terrible crash made me sit up in the bed, hands over my bare titties. The door stood open and, though it was too dark to see much of anything, I recognized the shadowy form silhouetted by the moonlight. Jason!
Napoleon started across the room growling, but then there was a scurrying scratch of his paws on the bare wood floor and a barking squeal of pain as Jason grabbed the dog by the forelegs and sent him somersaulting out the door. Then he slammed the door shut and blocked it with a chair.
I tried to get out of bed, but Jason caught my shoulders and shoved me down again. Already I could feel his cock pressed against my panties.
He was unshaven and there was the unmistakable odor of beer on his breath.
"Jason," I cried, "I don't want you to do this. I don't, I don't!"
"That don't matter none," he said.
I bit and scratched, but Jason pinned my wrists against the mattress.
Oh, why did it have to happen now-after I'd found Thad? There was another noise at the door, drowning out Napoleon's steady barking. Had Uncle Nat heard the noise from the house and was coming down to help?
The door crashed open again, knocking the chair across the room on its side. Someone grabbed Jason by the shoulders and jerked him off of me.
Then there was the sickening thud of a fist against my attacker's face.
"You bastard, Billy!" Jason spit. The two of them fell heavily to the floor.
It was Billy Joe-and from Jason's groans, my younger cousin wasn't doing so bad. Napoleon was in the room now, yipping wildly as he hopped back and forth over the fighting boys. Then there was another enormous, splintering crash and Billy fell through my table and slumped against the wall.
"Crazy little shit," Jason said, wiping blood from his nose. "He shoulda known better than try and kick my ass." He stumbled out the door into the moonlit yard.
Billy pushed himself to his knees and then stood up while I struggled with the kerosene lamp. For a moment I thought Jason was going to come back in again, but Billy stood in the doorway defying him.
"You want some more?" Billy said.
"Aw hell no, you'd just get murdered." We heard Jason's boots clomping back toward the house while Billy helped me get the door closed again.
"Sit down," I told him, getting a rag wet in my wash basin. "I want to clean you up." I was still wearing only my panties, but with my rescuer bleeding from a couple of cuts on his face, it seemed silly to stop and dress. Billy's eyes studied my jiggling breasts as I scrubbed the dirt from around one wound and then held the cool rag against it. I felt myself blush under his gaze. "You've seen all of me before," I said, grinning. "The swimming hole, remember?"
He looked shyly at his feet. "It's been a while, though."
After Billy's cuts had stopped bleeding we sat silently together until finally I picked up his hand and pressed it between mine.
"Thanks, Billy Joe," I said. "For doing what you did tonight."
"Jason's had me buffaloed for a long time," he said back. "I guess it took you to finally snap me out of it."
I looked at Billy's sandy hair and innocent face. He seemed a lot shier now than he had at the river that time he'd asked me to do those sexy things to him. I liked him better when he wasn't trying to be like his older brother.
"Stand up so I can get your pants off."
Billy stood up, shuffling nervously. "You mean… I'm gonna stay here tonight?" I blew out the lamp and came over him.
"Maybe not all night," I whispered back. "But long enough to say goodbye, anyway… and for me to thank you."
While I struggled Billy's jeans off, I explained to him that I was running away from the farm and my stepfather too. Just to be safe, I didn't mention Thad or where we were going.
"I'd really hate to see you leave, Shelly." He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed his body against my bare breasts. It was nice-not as nice as Thad, but nice.
"This may sound funny to you," Billy said in an embarrassed way, "but I've never had a girl before."
I really was surprised. "You mean after all that stuff that happened down swimming that first day, you're telling me…"
"It's true." He bit his lip and looked glum. "I'm just a good bluffer.
I don't know as much about girls as I let on."
I don't know what made me remember Connie Gordon at that particular moment. Maybe Thad's sweet loving earlier that day had loosened up a knot of guilty fear that had been choking me for a long time, maybe Connie herself had made me see sex between man and woman in a new light. I recalled her graceful movements and the way she had titillated Uncle Nat to near-madness simply by taking off her underwear.
Everything she did had been light, carefree, even gay. Could I dare to mimic her now in front of shy Billy Joe? He might think I was stupid to act like that, or that it was disgusting.
Pushing these thoughts away, I stood up and danced into the pale light which came in through my window. I would never know unless I tried what magic I might contain. I cupped my hands under my smallish breasts and leaned forward a little, as if offering them to Billy. He watched with wide eyes, his boyish Adam's apple bobbing every so often. It felt silly at first to weave my hips and dip my knees the way Connie had done, but I did it anyway and soon I could tell that the sensual movements were having an effect on Billy-and or myself!
I knew Billy Joe was looking at the dark patch of wetness which had covered my panty crotch. Slowly, teasingly, I let my palms slide down over my tummy until I'd grasped the elastic band. Then, keeping my hands still, I let my bottom do the undressing, slithering out of the pale blue undies like a snake.
"Jesus, Shelly," Billy Joe said, "I didn't know you… you could undress like that!"
"It's the first time I've ever done it," I whispered, bending close.
"And it's just for you." Now a few light curls of pubic fluff peeked out. I snaked my hips again and felt my moist labia excite my clitoris.
I snaked again and a tremor of fire tickled my nipples. With a final little bump, I pulled one foot out of my soaking panties and pointed it straight out just like Connie had done. Billy gulped loudly and watched the dripping lip of my slit wetly open. When my pants fell to the ankle of my other foot, I hooked a toe in the nylon softness and flipped them through the air toward my young cousin. The sheer things flopped against his chest and then fluttered down into his lap, finally hanging over the head of his erect penis like a flag of sex. Billy pushed the soft material against his cock and took a deep lungful of air.
"I want you to marry me, Shelly," he rasped. "I want you to be my wife."
I pranced close and took his face in my hands. "That's the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me," I told him. "But the time isn't right. Both of us are too young,"
Billy started to protest, but I put a hand over his mouth.
"Shhhh. Let's just think of tonight-this hour, this minute." Moving like I thought Connie might, I pushed my thighs around one of his knees and let my juicy mound press against his skin. Then I circled my arms around him and touched the nape of his neck with my fingertips. "Love me, Billy Joe. Love me now."
He gave a moan of passion and tumbled me backwards onto the bed. I felt his frantic fingers pushing the heated tip of his cock at the honey of my slit, hunting for the hole that would take him deeply into my body.
"No, baby," I said, trying to guide his hand. "Down a little bit… a little further." His glans slipped suddenly into my tube. "Ohhh, yes.
Now you've got it!"
"Jeez, Shelly, you feel so hot down there!" Billy moved his bottom forward and another inch sank deliciously into my vagina. He kissed my neck hungrily. "And it's so… deep."
We made love in silence, each of us getting hotter and more excited until I sensed Billy was close to coming. He had gotten his fingers under my thighs and was digging into my shoulder with his chin and sighing like he wouldn't live more than a few seconds.
"Billy, sweetheart," I begged, trying to match him with my own movements, "hold on just a little… I'm almost th-th-there."
"Oh shit," he cried. "I'm gonna do it… I'm gonna come."
"Suck my tittie," I breathed. "Suck it quick." I was running my hands up and down his smooth skin, feeling every inch of his boyish body weighing me down. Billy had pulled one of my nipples into his mouth now, and as he bit and tongued it, I gave a cry of happiness and wrapped my legs over his.
"Now you can go, Billy," I said, writhing in my throes. "Come inside Shelly… come inside."
"Oh Shelly! Oh God! Oh damn!"
I wanted him all inside me-cock, balls and all. The old bed squeaked and groaned under us as Billy's cock spewed seed against the knotted mouth of my womb and I choked on my own excited moans.
"Don't stop, Billy… pleeease don't!"
It was later when I pulled my body from Billy's soft penis and bent to look at it. More and more I was growing fascinated with those soft little hoses that grew out of a man's groin and could become hard enough to fit inside a girl's body. I knew that nothing really came out of me when I had an orgasm-I just got a lot slicker with sex oil. But a man was different. He had a complicated pump somewhere inside him that forced the white, foamy jizz from his cock right up into the girl's body. I could hardly wait until I would have the chance to take a close look at Thad, my very own man.
Billy Joe kissed me goodbye some time around midnight and after I'd licked the tears from his cheeks and promised him we'd meet again someday, I made him go to the house. Finally I fell into an exhausted sleep.