Flossie's Revenge

by Lubrican

Chapters : Foreword | 1-2 | 3-4 | 5-6 | 7-8 | 9-10 | 11-12 | 13-14 | 15-16 | 17-18 | 19-20 | 21-22
23-24 | 25-26 | 27-28 | 29-30 | 31-32 | 33-34 | 35-36 | 37-38 | 39-40 | 41-42 | 43-44

Chapter 21

Bernadette was nervous. Her invitation to Curtis Lee to go fishing had been somewhat impetuous, she now decided, as she followed Nathan and Hilda Mae through the woods toward the fishing hole. She couldn't make up her mind if she wanted him to be there or not.

The craving in her to actually see the penis which, up to now, was just an imaginary construct in her mind, was strong in her. What she really wanted, at this point in time, was to be able to stare at whatever he had in his pants ... examine it closely. She was intelligent enough to know that what she kept seeing in her mind would not, most likely, match reality. Seeing Luthor's, Jesse's and Moses' penises had proved that they didn't all look alike. She loved her brother's penis so much that she hadn't been able to think of anything else Curtis Lee's could look like, though, other than being dark, while Nathan's was light.

Her active imagination had pursued many scenarios, though, and very few of them seemed to end up in a satisfactory way. In one, he was already there when they arrived, and she had to strip naked in front of him. That one left her weak. After sucking Nathan one time, she had stood to find shiny streaks of her fluids running down her thighs. Nathan had licked all those shiny streaks up before sucking more from her pussy itself, but the thought of others seeing her wet like that was mortifying. And she knew, somehow, that she'd get wet when she saw Curtis Lee's penis.

In another scenario, they were all there, sporting in the water, when Curtis Lee arrived. He took one look at the naked bodies in the water ... and at her ... and then left. That one made her hurt deep inside.

In yet another scenario, he was there, and was magnificent in his nakedness, but paid no attention to her whatsoever. That one made her ill.

In another, he was magnificent in his nakedness, and paid so much attention to her that Nathan fought with him.

Perhaps the worst one was that he didn't come at all.

She had lagged behind, stumbling along, when she heard voices up ahead, welcoming Nathan and Hilda Mae. The joyful welcome in those voices perked her up immensely. She'd always had friends back in Atlanta, and when she'd first come to Catfish Hollow she had felt lonely and disillusioned. She'd been sure she'd never have a single friend here. Now, she realized that the girls back in Atlanta, whose attention she had craved so much, had been empty-headed and spoiled, with little substance in their lives. They'd had pretty dresses, and servants and all that, but they never talked about anything that actually meant much. They weren't anything like Johnnie Sue, who was so confident, and bold, and capable. They weren't anything like Ruth Ann, who was so smart, and calm and ... capable.

She stumbled into the clearing, her fishing pole catching on a branch, and she blinked in the strong sunlight. Hilda Mae was already dropping her bra on top of her shirt. Jesse and Johnnie Sue were already in the water. As she put her things down Luthor came out of the woods, naked, his penis flopping limply between his legs. He grinned and waved, heading for the water. Nathan was spreading out the blanket. She felt a kind of contentment at how normal everything looked, and then a thrill of something exciting as she realized how abnormal everything actually was. Kids her age didn't play naked back in Atlanta. This was really something from some kind of fairy tale, and it was hugely more exciting than anything she had thought Catfish Hollow would ever be like. She began to get naked, feeling another thrill as she realized she didn't mind being naked in front of these people at all.

There was no frenzy this time. They got into the water, neck deep and in a circle, and they just talked. Moses arrived, and Johnnie Sue yelled out, asking him if he brought his big worm with him this time. That got laughter. When he shucked his overalls and displayed a thoroughly flaccid penis, she yelled that he wouldn't win any contest with bait like that, and there was more laughter, but it was all in good spirit.

Bernadette kept peering at the bank, so much so that Luthor finally asked her what she was looking for.

"I sort of invited Curtis Lee to come fishing," she admitted, blushing.

"You can't do that!" said Johnnie Sue. "He's too old!"

"He's the same age as Nathan," said Bernadette in her defense.

"No, he's a year older," said Moses.

"Wow ... a whole year!" snorted Bernadette.

"Why are you so interested in having him here?" asked Nathan, suspiciously.

"She wants to see his root, stupid!" said Johnnie Sue.

"I do not!" said Bernadette weakly, blushing furiously.

"Yes you do, and that makes you a hussy," said Johnnie Sue, grinning.

"He's just a friend ... like you guys," pleaded Bernadette.

Nathan looked at her critically. He remembered quite well the sight of his sister, naked, on her knees, in front of Curtis Lee, groveling and pleading for him not to tell others what he had just seen. He knew how grateful they all were that he had kept his promise to keep silent. He also knew, on some level, that if Curtis Lee skinny-dipped with them, that his silence would be even more firmly bound. Not that he doubted Curtis Lee. He was firmly convinced that Curtis Lee would take that secret to his grave, if he promised to. Curtis Lee was a man of his word. That was something Nathan was convinced of on a level he couldn't even explain. The concept of his sister wanting to see a black man's penis would have been far more troubling to him, except that the next thing that popped into his mind was that he would give a great deal of money if he could get a peek of what Miss Flossie would look like if she showed up here and decided to join the group in swimming naked.

His train of thought was broken by Johnnie Sue's voice.

"Well, he probably won't come anyway. I can't see him being willing to show you his ... worm." She pushed Moses, and there were snickers.

"I didn't exactly ... um ... tell him ... about the swimming part," admitted Bernadette.

There were hoots and splashes, which suddenly erupted into a full fledged water war. Quick and sometimes transitory alliances were made, as two would team up to take down one. Sometimes someone would come to the single combatant's aid. It was popular to team up against Nathan, since he was the biggest and strongest of them all. He was draped with wet naked teenagers on several occasions as he staggered along on the uneven muddy bottom, growling like a bear.

It was at one such point that Curtis Lee emerged into the clearing, a fishing pole in one hand, and a gunny sack in the other. He stood staring at the battle in front of him. He saw Luthor leap out of the water, his white, naked skin flashing in the sunlight, as he landed heavily on Hilda Mae from one side, driving them both down under the water. Moses reached into the swirling water and pulled Luthor up, flipping him to one side. Hilda Mae surfaced, spluttering and dove on top of Moses, driving him down onto Luthor. Bernadette was clinging to Nathan's back, and Jesse was trying to trip him by sweeping his leg behind. Nathan just leaned sideways and tipped over, landing on Jesse. Johnnie Sue jumped on top of that whole pile and all four of them pushed up into the air, like leaping fish as they separated. Bernadette stood, waist deep in water, her breasts gleaming in the sun as she wiped water from her eyes.

Hilda Mae saw him first, and stopped. When Moses surfaced in front of her she turned him around so he could see Curtis Lee. No one called out his name, but as they saw him the fight subsided.

"What in the hell are you doing?" asked Curtis Lee, astounded by what he was seeing.

"Swimming!" said Hilda Mae, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Naked?" asked Curtis Lee, incredulous. Had it just been Nathan and his sisters, he might not have been all that startled.

"You've skinny-dipped before," said Moses.

"Not with ..." Curtis Lee didn't finish. "Not for a long time," he amended.

"Well, you can remedy that now," said Johnnie Sue, looking at him interestedly.

"No way!" said Curtis Lee.

"Oh, come on, Curtis Lee," said Johnnie Sue. "We've already scared the fish away. We just wanted to cool off and have some fun. You may as well come on in for a while. We'll fish later."

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said.

"We're all just friends here," said Jesse. "You're our friend, ain't you?"

"That's not the point," said Curtis Lee, shifting uncomfortably. "There's ... girls here."

"You ain't got anything we haven't seen before," joked Johnnie Sue. She changed her voice, raising it, and inserting an overly heavy southern drawl. "Us ladies have learned to ignore it when a boy gets ... indelicate." She grinned.

Nathan, rather than being happy that Curtis Lee was being so modest, felt a twinge of fear that, if he left, he would have one more secret to keep ... a secret that he wasn't involved in. Like many people, Nathan wanted his behavior to be validated by that of others. If Curtis Lee joined them, the circle would be unbroken, and Curtis Lee would be firmly in it.

"I think I know what his problem is," he said. While the water war had gone on, Nathan had gotten erect. You can't wrestle with naked people in the water, and not notice other erections, and he knew the other boys were erect too. What he had done last time had convinced Moses. Maybe it would convince Curtis Lee too.

"Guys?" he called out. "Come over here to where we can stand up."

They didn't come eagerly, to be sure, but when the girls got together and started chanting "Stand up ... stand up ... stand up" emotions of ... something ... drove them that were stronger than the urge not to display those erections in front of another male.

Curtis Lee didn't understand at first. Then, when four dripping ... and very stiff penises ... emerged from the water, he did. His eyes darted to the girls, who were looking on in an obviously excited and approving manner. They had stopped chanting and were now clapping, as if some great performer was taking his bows.

"They tell me this is quite normal," said Nathan, his guts twisting. "The ... ladies ... have been very nice about ignoring how normal us guys are."

"It don't look like they're ignoring it to me," said Curtis Lee.

"Doesn't!" yelled Hilda Mae, giggling. It was a breaking point, where events were loaded on an invisible scales. Whatever happened next would tip those scales, one way or the other. Curtis Lee was quite aware that Bernadette had been flirting with him. He had puzzled about that for long moments. Her interest in him seemed entirely unreasonable, based on his experience. Yet, it seemed to be genuine. He didn't delude himself that anything could come from that interest. While he lay in the dark, stroking his prick, he thought about Bernadette, as he had seen her. He hadn't actually seen her do anything with Nathan. Nathan had been busy feasting between his other sister's thighs. Bernadette had been like some Greek statue, slim and pale and smooth looking, like marble. He could still vividly see her almost blindingly white breasts, with their tiny nipples the same color as his own skin. And, when she had said she didn't mind him seeing her like that, the permission that gave him to think of her while he masturbated came as a tremendous release.

He remembered how she had invited him here. This couldn't have happened spontaneously ... this skinny-dipping. She would have known they would do this ... when she invited him.

"You've done this before," he stated to the group.

"Done what?" asked Johnnie Sue.

"Gone skinny-dipping together ... all of you, I mean."

"Yes," said Johnnie Sue, not understanding what he was driving at.

Heat exploded in Curtis Lee's chest. She had invited him here, knowing he would see her, and inviting him to be naked ... here ... in her sight.

"Bernadette invited me," he said.

"We know that," said Johnnie Sue, looking at him oddly.

"And you don't mind?" It was clearly directed at Nathan.

"Well ..." Nathan hedged. How was he supposed to answer that question. Letting something happen was a lot easier than saying publicly that it ... should ... happen. "We're just swimming."

Everyone there knew that wasn't entirely true. In all of their minds, they knew they weren't "just" swimming. This all had something do to do with sex, and they all knew that, Curtis Lee included. But, as stated before, it's much easier to just let something happen, than it is to approve it, in a public forum. For that reason, no one said anything.

The balance was lost, as Curtis Lee put his fishing pole down on the ground. The balance tipped, but not much.

"I can't do this with you watching," he said.

Without a word, the three girls turned, forming a group and facing more or less away from Curtis Lee. The boys sank back down into the water and drifted toward the girls, to reform the group.

Curtis Lee got undressed quickly, wanting, now that he had decided to do this crazy thing, to get into the water quickly. He had no way of knowing that, as men went, he was unusual. Until Nathan and the others had stood up, he had never seen an erect penis in his life, other than his own. If he had seen Nathan's, there in the fire barn, he didn't remember it. What made Curtis Lee unusual was that his penis was the same length, whether it was hard or soft. It did thicken a bit when it got hard, but it did not grow any longer. As far as what it was intended for, that didn't really matter, because it was seven inches long. That was if you measured it - and he had not - along the top, from where his kinky black pubes sprinkled his skin, to the tip. If you measured it from underneath, starting at his balls, it was only six inches.

Take out a ruler. Look and see how long seven inches really is.

Other than that, Curtis Lee's penis looked like many others. Rather than being thick and veiny, it was sleek and narrow. His glans had a pointy look to it, with a smaller ridge behind it than some. His foreskin covered the tip almost completely, even when he was erect, and the skin on his penis would move two or three inches in his hand as he stroked it. In short, it was perfectly designed for its intended purpose ... to slip into a vagina with a minimum of resistance, going very deep, where it would deliver its precious cargo as close to a womb as possible. If conditions were perfect, it would even reach inside a womb.

That was what was revealed, as Curtis Lee walked gingerly on bare feet toward the group in the water. Of the girls, only Johnnie Sue was not able to surreptitiously maneuver in the water so she could turn her head and peek.

Bernadette gave out an involuntary gasp as, out of the corner of her eyes, she got a view of the thing dangling between his thighs. It didn't look anything like she had envisioned. Her pussy clenched, and she was suddenly very glad she was in the water.

Hilda Mae didn't gasp, but her mouth took on an "O" shape. She looked at every penis, at this point in her life, in terms of whether or not she thought it would touch that lovely spot in her throat that seemed to manufacture orgasms. This one was clearly longer than Nathan's, which just barely did the trick. She had to press her nose hard into his pubes to get his there. One reason she liked what she didn't know was called the "69" position was because that let her get it just a little further down her throat, and she could massage that spot more easily. She licked her lips, looking at Curtis Lee's. That one would go clear past her special spot.

The former festive mood was gone. When Curtis Lee joined them, conversation didn't seem to want to come. It was for that reason that Johnnie Sue decided to share her secret with all of them, instead of just her blood brothers.

"You remember the mansion?" she asked suddenly.

There were nods, and looks of interest. That kind of adventure comes all too rarely in young people's lives.

"I saw something that I never got a chance to tell you about," she said. She shot a look at her blood brothers, and they recognized it as an invitation not to admit that they already knew this information.

She told them about the wall she had seen, up in the rafters.

Bernadette's reaction was to be expected.

"There IS an attic?" she asked excitedly. "How could you forget to tell us about that!"

"I'm not sure it's really an attic," said Johnnie Sue. "It's just a wall, and it's just in one corner. If it is an attic, it can't be very big."

Hilda Mae was waving her arms under the water, making swirls. Her hand bumped into Nathan's stomach. She stopped, and let her hand settle lower, until it landed softly on his penis. It had just begun to soften, and she gave it a little squeeze. His hand came and batted hers away. She looked at him and smiled at his scowl.

"We have to go back and explore it!" said Bernadette, standing up. Her breasts broke the water, and she sank back down immediately.

"There's nothing there," said Luthor. "We all saw that place. It's been picked over for years."

Bernadette looked unhappy.

"You know?" said Jesse suddenly. "I was thinking about that place the other day. I was thinking that, with all that wood, we could build a pretty nice tree house or something."

"What would you want with a tree house?" asked Moses.

"I don't know," said Jesse, looking embarrassed. "Someplace to go? Kind of a clubhouse or something?"

"That's too far to go just to sit around in a treehouse," said Luthor.

"I didn't say to build it there," said Jesse. "There's just all that wood ... and stuff."

Johnnie Sue and Hilda Mae thought of the same thing at the same time. Having a tree house would mean there would be a place to go to ... play. Foster's Creek was lined with trees, for a space of a hundred or so yards on either side. Beyond that were fields. There were lots of places along Foster's creek where a treehouse could be put. And that would be a lot closer to where they all lived than the mansion was.

"He might have something there," said Johnnie Sue. "It would be kind of cool to have our own place."

Hilda Mae moved her hand behind her brother. She tried to guess where his legs would be, and sank down in the water to snake her hand between his buttocks. She felt for his balls, and her fingertips brushed them. He jumped, standing and looking behind him.

"What's the matter?" Hilda Mae giggled.

"I think a fish just bumped into me," he growled.

"You do have a pretty impressive worm there," said Johnnie Sue, looking straight at it.

That got them all laughing, while Curtis Lee, who felt a lot more comfortable by now, looked on in confusion. Then they had to explain to him about the contest the week before, and who had won it, and why the reference to big worms was funny.

"I want to have another contest this week!" said Bernadette.

"You'll just lose again," said Hilda Mae. "Moses and I have the best worm!" she ended up shrieking.

"I need a new partner," groused Bernadette. "My partner doesn't even have a worm." That brought gales of laughter too.

Johnnie Sue tried to put a hurt expression on her face. "I can't help it," she said. "I suppose that's why you invited Curtis Lee to come fishing!"

There were more catcalls and splashing directed Bernadette's way.

"Maybe it is!" she shouted. Then she blushed furiously.

"I told you she wanted to see it," joked Johnnie Sue.

"I do not!" screamed Bernadette, splashing her tormentor.

Johnnie Sue laughed. "Well I'll need a new partner too, then, if you are going to abandon me like that. Who has the best worm?" she squealed. She started reaching under the water toward Nathan, who backpedaled. Then she went for Luthor, who stared at her. She grabbed his penis and shouted, "Got one!" He yelped and pushed off backwards, embarrassed. His hips broke the water to show Johnnie Sue's hand slipping off of his "worm", and she turned to face Jesse. His hands came up out of the water, palms facing her, his eyes wide.

"No, Johnnie Sue ... no!"

She cackled and dove for him.

Just like that, the water war was on again.

This time it was frantic. Sexual energy raged through the bloodstreams of the youths. All three girls went on a rampage of trying to grasp any penis they could reach, shouting that they were searching for the best worm and squealing loudly when they found, and were able to grasp one, however temporarily. The boys fought back in a less than enthusiastic manner, with the possible exception of Curtis Lee, who had not been prepared for the orgiastic atmosphere to erupt.

That it was Johnnie Sue who first came after him probably helped, at least a little. He had known her all her life, and her groping hand, even though it was that of a white girl, wasn't so terrorizing. All she did was give him a little squeeze, though, and let him go to turn for Jesse, yelling that she wanted to find out if his was better. When Hilda Mae started stalking him, though, his eyes got wide and he put his hands out to ward her off like Jesse had to Johnnie Sue. He was saved by Moses, who came up behind Hilda Mae and grabbed her around the waist, tipping them both into the water. Her hand found his member and she squeezed it. "I got my worm!" she yelled, and pulled Moses to one side.

In the swirl of bodies, Curtis Lee found himself standing beside Nathan, with Bernadette facing them both.

"Hmmmmm" she said loudly. "Which one is better?" She advanced toward them, both hands out like claws.

"Bernie!" warned Nathan, drawing her name out into an extended long "Eeee". Curtis Lee got behind him, pushing him towards Bernadette.

Nathan suddenly put his hands on Bernadette's shoulders and leapfrogged. His penis slapped her on the forehead as she ducked. She came up to find Curtis Lee floating right in front of her, a horrified look on his face.

"Will you be my partner?" she asked softly.

"Me?" he gasped.

"Just for fishing, of course," she said, advancing toward him slowly. "You have a good ... worm. I peeked."

"Ohhhhhhh," moaned the nervous young man.

Very slowly, and very gently, Bernadette reached toward him, her hand below the water. He stared at her naked shoulder, with the arm now pointing at him. Her fingers brushed flesh and he flinched, otherwise frozen. Her hand almost drifted to his phallus, and gripped it gently. She squeezed, also gently.

"A very good worm," she murmured, as it grew stiffer in her hand.

"You can't do that," he whispered.

She cocked her head at him, her almond shaped eyes peering into his face.

"All right," she said, letting go of him. "But I still want you to be my partner."

Off to one side, Hilda Mae floated beside Moses, still holding his penis in her hand. They were shoulder to shoulder, though, and facing the rest of the kids, and it just looked like they were floating there, side by side. His left hand came to her buttocks, and drifted against them. She squeezed his penis, and he let his fingertips brush along the smooth contours of her firm, round bottom. Her hand stroked him slowly.

"Don't do that," he gasped.

"Why not?" she asked, not looking at him.

"I'll squirt," he groaned.

"I don't care," she said softly.

"Hilda Mae," he groaned, stretching her name into a an extended "eeeee".

"If we win this time I'll kiss you again," she whispered.

Seconds later, flecks of milky white began to drift up to the surface of the water. Hilda Mae saw them, and pushed them around with the fingers of her free hand. Moses just gasped for air as his prick went soft.

In the end, it was plain that Hilda Mae and Moses would be one team, and that Curtis Lee and Bernadette would be another. Johnnie Sue made a production out of fuming, and finally demanded that Nathan, Luthor and Jesse all stand up so she could choose which "worm" would help her win.

"I claim all three!" she shouted, laughing that she had actually gotten them to bare their stiff pricks in front of everyone. She turned in the water and looked at her opponents. "You won last week," she said to Hilda Mae. She turned to Bernadette. "And his is the biggest, so I get all three of the others on my team!"

There was some grousing, but not much. While the spirit of competition was there, the urge to be partnered with her chosen male was stronger. In the end, there were three teams. Events had taken longer this time, and Johnnie Sue said it was time to get out of the water and get dressed immediately. Her stress on the word "immediately" was not lost on them. Only Curtis Lee didn't know what she meant.

The dressing was done relatively quickly, with some reluctance. No one mentioned that, of all the boys, only Moses wasn't stiff.

They moved, as teams, upstream, to the same place they had been last week. There was no argument as the teams drifted apart, along the bank. It was obvious there were too many to fish together. They didn't drift far, certainly not out of easy voice contact, but as things turned out, the teams were, for the most part, separated from the view of other teams. They could see each other's poles ... but not each other.

Chapter 22

The fish were biting, and that probably saved the day, at least for Bernadette and Hilda Mae. Both were horny, and both were with a boy that they were very curious about. Had there been long stretches of idle time to fill, both girls might have stepped over the line that was already barely visible in the imaginary sand under their feet.

Instead, they talked quietly. Some of the talk was light, and of no real account. Some of it was more serious. Those parts were remarkably similar in some ways, and remarkably different in others.

"You shouldn't have touched me like that," said Curtis Lee, taking a fish off Bernadette's line for her.

"Because you're a Negro?" she asked.

"For starters," he said.

"What if I like touching you?" she asked.

"I have dreams about you, Bernadette," he said intensely. "Bad dreams."

"I'm so horrible I give you nightmares?" She sounded hurt.

"You're teasing me," he said. "You flirt with me in school."

"That's not so bad," she said.

"I'm not talking about the dreams. I'm talking about what gives me the dreams."

"What are they like?" she asked.

"I can't tell you that," he said stolidly. "I just do bad things in them ... that's all."

"You would never hurt me," she said, her voice full of confidence.

"Of course not, but the things I do in the dreams could hurt us both."

"Why?" she insisted.

"Because you'd get pregnant!" he hissed, frustration overcoming his reticent to tell her what his dreams were about.

"Oh!" she said, startled. She had dreams too, but they were only of sucking his penis, and that wouldn't make her pregnant.

"You can't tease me like that any more," he said.

"But it's so much fun," she complained.

"Fun for you ... danger for me," he said softly.

"I wouldn't hurt you ... I like you," she said.

"You're not allowed to like me. Haven't you read Romeo and Juliet?"

"No," she said.

"Miss Flossie has it. You need to read that," he said.

"I can't believe you did that," said Moses, talking softly. They were standing side by side, shoulders touching.

"It was fun," said Hilda Mae.

"You know how much trouble you'd be in if anybody ever found out?" he asked. "How much trouble I'd be in too?"

"Well, then, nobody can find out."

"What if your brother found out? He'd kill me!" said Moses urgently.

"No he wouldn't. I told him I kissed you."

"What?" he yelped.

She elbowed him and shushed him.

"I told him I made a promise. We've been taught to keep our promises. He understood that."

"You're the strangest girl I ever met in my whole life," he sighed. "I never met a white girl like you."

She looked at him. "And I never kissed a Negro boy before that either."

They were quiet for a while.

"I liked it," she said.

"You did?"

"Yes. I feel like kissing you again right now."

Moses moved away from her fractionally. He knew what happened the last time she'd kissed him. He'd had to beat off again before going home.

She caught a fish, and like Curtis Lee, he took it off the hook for her.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

He didn't know whether she was asking about the kiss, or jerking him off. In either case the answer was the same.

"Yes," he admitted.

"That makes me feel good," she said. "It makes me want to kiss you even more."

"But we're not supposed to do that kind of thing," he said. "It has caused ... people like me to be ... hanged."

She turned to face him.

"I know that" she said intensely. "But what that makes me think about is the reason they did that. I mean they did it because there were others like us, you know? Other women and other men? Don't you see? That means it isn't so strange. Other white girls have kissed other Negro boys."

"But they killed them for it!" moaned Moses.

"Only when they found out," said Hilda Mae.

Moses got a bite and hauled in a nice pan-sized fish.

Her meaning was clear. She was willing to face the danger, to do the things they did. Neither of them thought about how much more serious the consequences were for the male in such a situation. Like thousands of others, they banked on not getting caught.

"Kissing you makes me want to ... touch you." he said.

"Like in the water?" she asked.

"Yes ... and maybe more ..." he hazarded.

"I might like that too," she said.

She did kiss him. She kissed him a total of three times. They were long, lingering kisses, and his hands cupped and smoothed over her firm round bottom. On the second kiss, she reached for his hand, and brought it to her bulging breast. On the third, she felt for his penis, and squeezed its stiff length.

Things would have gotten completely out of hand, except that Johnnie Sue called a halt to the contest.

Johnnie Sue's team, of course, won the contest. They had fifteen fish between them. Curtis Lee and Bernadette had seven. Hilda Mae and Moses had only four. They took a lot of ribbing about falling so short this time.

"I guess your worm gave out on you this time," joked Johnnie Sue.

"There's always next time," said Hilda Mae, her eyes flashing.

The subject of the Mansion came up again while they were getting ready to leave. Bernadette still wanted to see the attic. Eventually, they agreed to meet at the mansion the next Saturday. They would forgo the skinny-dipping and catch some fish on the way back home, once they had taken a quick look at the attic. This decision was made by the girls, and it had more to do with how they were all feeling at the moment, than it did with any urgency to see the attic.

For Johnnie Sue, the urge to ask Nathan if he'd let her jerk him off made her nervous. He was so much older ... he might laugh at her.

For both of his sisters, they recognized the almost uncontrollable urges they had each felt as being ... almost uncontrollable. Both were quite sure that, if they had been able to get the boys off alone, they would have talked them into blow jobs. They were quite aware of the dangers they faced, crossing racial lines like this. As for the play itself, they sensed, in a non-specific kind of way, the danger that might lead to. Both of them had let Nathan push his thick finger inside them, and that felt so good that it scared them. Neither of them felt like they were anywhere close to being ready to let anything else inside them. That was what they thought consciously. But lurking under that, there was a troubling yearning to feel something pushing inside them ... something long ... longer than Nathan's finger ... and maybe a little bigger around too. As much fun as it was to play, and to have those body-shaking orgasms, it was the kind of fun that was hung with a faint feeling of unsettling danger.

A trip to the mansion was also a way of cooling off, and the girls all felt compelled, though they couldn't articulate why, to cool off.

Flossie felt better the next week. The flirting stopped. It stopped cold. There were no little touches, and no lingering looks. The kids applied themselves to their lessons, and helped with the younger students.

She only saw one time when Curtis Lee and Bernadette's heads were together, momentarily, as he leaned over to say something too soft to hear, and she shook her head. Had she been able to hear what was said, her bells would have jangled louder.

"Are you mad at me?" Curtis Lee whispered softly.

She shook her head. "No, I'm just being careful ... like you said."

"You still want to fish with me?" he asked, hopelessly tangled in this spider's web.

"I still want to do lots of things with you," she whispered. "Now, leave me alone. I have work to do."

Flossie didn't see any particular relevance to Bernadette's request to borrow Romeo and Juliet. She was just delighted that the girl would show an interest in classic literature. She didn't think to ask how Bernadette knew she had it.

They gravitated towards the mansion in small groups, or singly. Moses met the Wilson children at a pre-arranged spot they knew how to find, and led them to the house. Johnnie Sue, Luthor and Jesse were already there. They waited outside for half an hour before getting impatient for Curtis Lee to put in an appearance. They were arguing about whether to go in or not when he arrived, panting from running.

"I had to help my Mamma with some stuff," he said.

Johnnie Sue grinned.

"What?" he asked.

"Your ... Mamma? A grown boy like you, and you still call her your Mamma?"

"She'll always be my mamma," he said. "What do you call your mamma?"

"Mamma," she said, smiling.

She took them upstairs to the room, over which she thought the wall was. They looked up at the ceiling, which was bare of plaster. There were gaps between the lath, but it was too dark to see anything through them.

"Even if there is an attic, how would you get to it?" asked Luthor.

"A hidden staircase!" gushed Bernadette. She realized she was standing beside Curtis Lee. She hadn't done it intentionally. She took a step to the side. "Behind the wall, maybe?"

Jesse went out of the room, and next door. He called back that the wall wasn't thick enough to have a staircase in it.

Finally, Johnnie Sue climbed Curtis Lee, like she had done last time, and pulled at the lath until she could stick her head up inside. She climbed back down and dusted off her hands. She stepped to the middle of the room and looked up.

"That wall is right up there," she said, pointing up. "But it looks exactly the same from this side as it did from the other side. It's just a wall."

"No attic?" Bernadette sounded tragic. She was about halfway through Romeo and Juliet, and was feeling tragic a lot.

"Nope," said Johnnie Sue. "Just more rafters."

"Why'd they put a wall up there?" asked Luthor.

"Beats me." said Johnnie Sue. "But there's nothing up there."

The damper that was put on the great adventure, was lessened somewhat when they went back downstairs and Jesse started poking around in the pile of lumber that had, at one time, been one corner of the house. He pulled out several long boards and examined them.

"I still think these would be good for a treehouse," he said.

Jesse and Johnnie Sue joined their blood brother. They examined the wood and agreed it was sound enough to use for such a purpose.

"How do you plan to get enough wood to wherever we'd build the thing?" asked Nathan.

"We could each carry some boards," said Jesse, his eyes shining now that his project might actually see the light of day. "It might take a few trips, but the wood isn't that heavy."

"What about nails?" asked Curtis Lee.

"My Daddy has an old keg of them out in the barn. They're rusty, and it's only a quarter full, but I think they'd do," said Luthor.

The others pitched in, taking the boards that were suitable, as they were handed up, and stacking them near the door. The other scraps and broken boards were piled on the floor near the pit. In the process of moving boards, a whole door, in a partially crushed frame was uncovered. It had another of those crystal doorknobs on it. Luthor had brought his hatchet again, and hacked the knob loose. The obverse was also granite, but was pink this time, instead of blue. It took both Nathan and Curtis Lee to pull the doorframe and the sagging door out of the pile to see if there was any lumber under it.

That's when they found the steps.

The door had fallen in on a landing of some kind, built of flat stones, and there was an obvious step leading down from there. Where it led, no one could tell, because it was full of charred and broken lumber.

"Basement?" said Luthor, peering at the landing.

"Not that many basements around here," said Curtis Lee. "They get water in them."

"It was probably a root cellar," said Johnnie Sue.

"Why would they have a root cellar here?" asked Jesse. "Mines is right near the kitchen. And it's outside too."

"Beats me," said Johnnie Sue. "Does seem odd."

They were curious enough to haul burnt and charred boards out of the hole, which uncovered two more steps, leading down. They had to be careful, because there were nails sticking out of many of the boards.

"It's getting late," said Johnnie Sue, looking up through the branches of the tree at the sun. "If we're going to catch any fish we'd better get going."

Jesse and Luthor, being the smallest, carried the collection of fishing poles, while the others paired up in teams to carry stacks of boards. They saw the flaw in their plan when they got to the edge of the woods. They would have to cross open farmland to get the boards where they wanted them. None of them thought they could pull that off without being seen. Even Jesse agreed to that. Just being together made a group large enough to draw attention. Reluctantly, they left the boards piled just inside the woods, and then left in groups of two or three to walk across the fields, back towards town. It was two in the afternoon before they finally gathered at the fishing hole. They were placidly fishing, all together now, since there was plenty of room along the bank, when Flossie peeked into the clearing from between the bushes at the edge of the clearing.

She had her pole with her, but she hadn't really come to fish. The sudden change in behavior at school had bothered her, and she came to see what was going on. She felt foolish when she saw the kids, Fully clothed, alternately sitting or standing, their lines in the water. They were talking quietly, as fishermen do. Since none of them had seen her, she turned around and snuck back into the forest.

"Good eatin'" sighed Harvey. He had eaten three whole fish. "Maybe there's something to this fishing thing after all. Any more corn bread, Honey?"

All three of his children looked at him strangely. They'd never heard him call their mother "honey" before. Their mother seemed strangely happy too ... more relaxed.

Over the next week, in the evenings, the blood brothers prepared a surprise for their friends. They went and, under cover of darkness, ferried the abandoned boards to a cache upstream from the alternate fishing spot. The woods were dense there, and the banks of the creek steep, so it wasn't likely that anyone would wander along there fishing and discover the pile of boards. They were young, and full of energy because of the thrill of sneaking around in the dark. It also gave Johnnie Sue a chance to jerk off each boy each night. She couldn't let them squirt on her, but there were other compensations.

"Johnnie Sue?" asked Jesse, the second night they had been out. He was still panting from the results of her lovingly stroking his penis. She had done Luthor first, this night, and was now laying back, her jeans hanging off of one ankle, preparing to feel something nice and stiff up inside her.

"Yeah?" she moaned, sliding two fingers deep.

"You remember ... in health class? About the oral sex?"

"Yeah," she said, digging.

"Could I maybe ... try that?" he asked shyly.

"I like jerking you off," she huffed, "and getting it on my skin" she panted, "but I don't know about in my mouth."

"No! That's not what I meant," he said.

She stopped digging and lifted her head. "You want to do that? To me?"

"That time Luthor tricked me?" he reminded her. "And his finger was wet from you and he got it on my lips?" She had forgotten that, but nodded, seeing that he wanted her to remember.

"You tasted good," he said.

"Really?" There was plainly surprise in her voice.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Real good."

She lay back. "I guess it would be okay."

Jesse got down on his hands and knees. Even before he touched her, he smelled her, and his mouth watered. He knew about her button. He had rubbed it lots of times, even though he didn't rub it quite right and she had to help. Still, each time, he had surreptitiously licked his fingers, tasting her again. He already knew he'd love tasting her at the source.

His first tentative taste was more because he didn't know quite where to start, rather than because he wasn't sure he wanted to do this. He'd never been so close to her pussy before, now with his face anyway. He stared at the lips, gaping slightly from where her fingers had spread them, and puffy. The little hole was wet looking. He stuck his tongue out, formed it into a spear, and shoved it as far into that hole as it would reach. He felt her bump on his upper lip, and slid his lips up to surround it and suck it in. Then, while sucking, he played with it with the tip of his tongue.

He thought he'd killed her when she was finally done flopping around on the ground and went limp. He raised his face to find Luthor, hovering over them, his face plainly astonished.

"She tastes good," panted Jesse, as Johnnie Sue lay relaxed and moaning softly.

The night after that, she was languidly stroking Jesse, playing with his foreskin, when, without warning, she leaned forward and swallowed him whole. It lasted only a few seconds, because his knees gave way and he fell to the ground. After making sure he was okay, Johnnie Sue told him to just stay there, and went back to her new oral plaything. She was amazed at how he felt in her mouth. She was intimately acquainted with the feel of it in her hand, but this was so different that there was almost no comparison. She jerked her mouth off after his first spurt, scrunching up her face as she tasted, while the rest of his spend went on the grass. When she realized the taste wasn't bad at all - just a hint of musky sweet, she turned to Luthor, whose eyes were about to fall out of his head.

"C'mere," she said huskily.

She stayed on Luthor until he didn't have anything else to give her, and then sat back, licking her lips.

"You taste salty," she said. "Jesse tastes sweet." She cocked her head. "I wonder why that is?"

Jesse was still lying on the ground, limply, a smile on his face. Luthor had stood up the whole time, his knees locked. Now he sagged, panting. Johnnie Sue started unbuckling her belt.

"Jesse says you taste good," panted Luthor. "After what you just did I'll do anything you want."

She coached him, better prepared for the exquisite feelings this time. After his first taste, he was an avid student, doing his best to make this great for his blood brother.

Thursday night she did Jesse first, in honor of him suggesting this wonderful new game. This time she sucked him dry. Luthor only lasted thirty seconds or so, because he had cheated and masturbated while he watched Jesse almost fall down again. Johnnie Sue got to have two orgasms that night.

As they lay there in the dark, Luthor asked "Which one of us does it better, Johnnie Sue?"

She couldn't decide. "I don't know yet," she said, listlessly pulling her zipper up. She wanted to lie there for hours, but they had to go. "You're both going to have to do it a bunch more times before I'll be able to tell."

The next night, after both boys were finished, they had to help her up afterwards. Johnnie Sue told them both she loved them.

She didn't know it, but Johnnie Sue dodged a bullet that week too. Had they done what they usually did, and had she shoved their sperm into her pussy with her probing fingers, those millions of sperm would have found a nice, fat, healthy egg, ready and waiting to be penetrated by the strongest sperm cell, whoever it belonged to.

But, because of the surprise they planned for their friends, those millions of sperm cells were safely in her stomach, where they couldn't make her a mommy.

In school, Friday, various nods and comments were made about a surprise waiting for the group. Luthor had smuggled a bag of nails to the cache. Johnnie Sue was now the anxious one, eager to get on with building a place where she could lie on a clean board floor, and guzzle her blood brothers offerings. The chiggers weren't all that bad this year, but she had little red spots on her back and buttocks from lying back in the grass to let them guzzle her offerings too.

Nathan and his sisters had never told anyone else they were stopping at Flossie's in the mornings on Saturday. They weren't trying to keep it a secret, at least not from the other kids. But it never came up. Now it did, because Johnnie Sue wanted them to get to the fishing hole early in the morning, instead of waiting until after lunch.

"We can't get away that early," said Nathan.

"Well try!" said the excited girl. "This is important!"

In fact, the painting was almost done. The old boards soaked up a lot of paint, and that had slowed things, but they were very nearly all covered now. Flossie was getting sick and tired of the extended smell, too, and wanted it to be done. The place was a lot brighter, though, and when Bernadette and Hilda Mae sat, reading books, they no longer had to sit directly under a lamp, like they had before.

So, when Nathan asked her, privately, if he could miss the next morning, she agreed, saying she could probably finish it up herself. She felt a pang in her chest, though. She had gotten to look forward to the visits of the Wilson children. She got to talk to Nathan on a much more informal basis, and the girls were usually so deep in books that even somewhat intimate things could be discussed without worrying too much about being overheard. In the last two weeks they had discussed how Nathan felt about leaving home, and going to the Police Academy, for example. He was torn. That was clear to see. He wanted to go off on this huge adventure, but his looks at his sisters told her how loath he was to leave home and hearth too. It WAS a long way away from Catfish Hollow.

"Maybe we could start the kitchen next week," she heard herself say.

He looked surprised.

"Oh," she said, covering her unintended comment. "The living room looks so good I thought about doing something in the kitchen too, that's all."

Nathan enjoyed their painting sessions too. He got to be close to her, and the intimacy of their discussions was something he didn't have with anyone else.

"Sure!" he said. "I could do that."

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