It was the end of March. I'd searched for days to find Uncle John. All I found was the rifle he was carrying, an AR 15 with a full magazine. There was old blood on the strap and it had a decayed smell to it. Maybe he had been sick, too, and didn't want anyone to find him in the end.
Our move to the Johnson farm was almost complete. Their cellar was much larger, had beds built into the wall and storage under the floor. Mama and Aunt Linda held each other together. The girls held each other together.
But, what about me? No Dad. No Uncle. No Brothers. Just a bunch of women I had to take care of, one of which would remind me of how I "owe" her occasionally. No one was sick anymore any we tried to keep it that way. The Johnsons had a heavily stocked supply of hand sanitizer and anti-bacterial soaps.
April and May were uneventful. June was weird.
Becky and I were gathering muscadines along a creek that joined the Johnsons farm to ours when she froze. She was looking at the water.
"What Becky? What is it?"
"A fish. I just saw a fish go under that bank over there."
It was a nice day. I took her at her word and we sat down to watch and wait. Sure enough I saw three bass swimming along the bottom edge of an overhang in the creek.
"You know what this means."
"What?" She said with a wild look on her face.
"We can probably get in the water. If the fish are ok we will be too."
It was guinea pig time.
I brought spot, our beagle hound, to the creek and let him loose. He was a fine rabbit dog in his day, but I didn't count on him finding anything. He jumped head long in the water while Becky and I watched closely. She had tears in her eyes while she waited to see how he would react. Spot was fine.
He drank enough water to fill the pump tank on Pops old truck. She looked at me and, at the same time, we both took off and dove in the creek. We created enough commotion that everyone came running to see what was wrong. I jumped out and grabbed Jess and Steph and threw them in. It was cold but it was clean, fresh water.
The Johnson's stash included hair cutting supplies, razors, shaving cream, styptic pencils, after shave lotions and colognes. It was time for my beard to go. I took some supplies and went to another deep hole in the creek and jumped in. I cut my beard, shaved, and washed my body better than it had been since Thanksgiving night. I put on fresh clothes and slapped on some old spice aftershave. Sure, old spice has that distinctive grandpa smell to it. Maybe that's why I used it. It reminded me of Papa.
Back at camp, I was sitting outside on a folding chair when the ladies came back. It seems that they had the had the same idea. They were all wearing sun dresses that showed a little leg and I could see that they were smooth. I inhaled deeply. The wind was carrying the sweet fragrances of their lotions to me. Jess whistled through her teeth:
"Woo hoo. Hey stud, got a hot date tonight?"
"Nah..."
Before I could finish Jess replied..."Want one?"
I must've turned five shades of red. They all laughed at me as I struggled to find a quick response but was unable to. My Mom held up her dress to her thigh, higher than I have ever seen before. I couldn't peel my eyes away. She saw me and blushed. Aunt Linda popped Mamas shoulder playfully and then winked at me. I was awe struck. They were all beautiful women. All sharing a family resemblance but each their own person.
Spirits were really high. We all ate a hearty meal. Canned ham glazed with muscadines, corn, butter peas and a sweet cake that Aunt Linda was able to put together out of the remnants of a couple of bags of flour, muscadines and artificial sweetener from the Johnsons stash.
We played board games but our favorite was Pictionary; where you draw things on paper and give visual clues to try and get your partner or team to guess words or phrases. The highlight was when Steph made a guess that was completely wrong.
"Donkey Punch!!" She yelled.
I fell on the floor laughing
"Democratic Party!! Are you crazy!" I laughed so hard I lost my breath.
On the paper was drawn a donkey, of course, and the start of my drawing of the White House.
Mama sat, holding her hand over her mouth with tears streaming down her face from laughter. Aunt Linda held her head in her hands, shaking it back and forth with laughter.
They definitely knew what a donkey punch was.
The room smelled of perfumes and lotions. Now, I'm 18 years old, and the only relief I've had was that cold dangerous night Steph and I stayed in this cellar. I was horny. The smells, the smooth skin, the hair cuts given by Jess and Aunt Linda didn't help the situation. I carefully placed a folding chair by the door, so I could sneak out in the early morning for some "ME" time.
My watch said 4:30. I eased out of bed and went to the door. The door wouldn't creak unless you opened it too far. I opened it just far enough to slide through and close it behind me. I took the chair and a rag, and set off to a small pine thicket about 40 yards from the cellar. Just far enough that I couldn't be heard and should have a warning if someone else decided to slip out.
I sat down, took a few deep breaths and listened. No sound but a slight breeze. It was cool, unusually cool for late June, but nice. I sat down and began thinking about that night with Steph. How wonderfully she sucked my cock. And that trick she did "IN" my asshole, I would definitely do it again. My cock was so hard. I slid my sweat pants just so I could get my cock out and I began a slow deliberate motion, remembering her mouth, her tongue.
"Suck me baby. Mmmm that's it. It's so good. When will you do it again?" My mind was racing.
I began stroking faster and was panting heavily.
"Ah, Steph. you aren't like the girls at school. So much better. ..."
"Really, well I wonder if she is better than me."
It was a familiar voice. Soft. Sweet.
I froze. I knew that voice. I've heard it all my life.
"Bec...Umm Becky what are you doing?"
"I was awake and heard you get up. You know no one sleeps well these days. And besides, I saw you put the chair by the door, and when I saw the rag, well I knew..." She was a little hesitant.
"Beck. You shouldn't be with me while I...you know."
"Steph said you had a nice cock. I want to see. She told us all about your night. You should hear what she has planned for you." I thought I heard jealousy in her voice.
"So everyone knows? Oh. My. God. Does mama know?" I was in shock.
"Yup and Aunt Linda. Girls talk. Now, enough talking."
She walked in front of me and straddled my lap, grabbed my hands and guided them to her breasts. Her nipples were so hard in my palms. She leaned forward and kissed my lips. We have always been close but, damn, this was intense. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her to me and kissed her back. Not rough, but tender, loving kisses with soft lips and sensual tongue movements that meant more than "this is just a fuck".
She never gave me a chance to protest.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and head and pulled me to her. We struggled to breathe as we kissed. We kissed like lovers that were long lost and reunited, not like brother and sister.
Her smell was intoxicating. Her lips, so soft and full, joined mine with an energy that made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand and tingle. Our tongues intertwined and danced together in rhythm.
I ran my hands down her back and over her ass. Her legs and thighs were so smooth. Years of riding horses has done wonders for her legs and ass. Our lips parted as she ground her pussy over my cock.
She took a deep ragged breath. Only the thin barrier of her sleep pants separated us. I kissed her jaw line, down to her neck. I tasted her skin. Gently bit just below her ear and crates see her skin with my tongue. Her breath was ragged and as she began to melt into me she laid her head against my shoulder. I could hear her quivering breath in my ear;
"Ohh, yess, yess Rusty!"
