Ain't you ashamed to show your legs so? I am shocked that you would do such a thing.” Julia squirmed and asked me to pull her clothes down, but Abner said, “Don't you do it,” and we didn't while he tried to get her clothes up still higher. She finally got loose from him and jumped to her feet.
He grabbed her by the ankle and over she went again, and up her clothes went too. Lizzie was so pleased that she kicked up her heels as she lay on her back, making no effort to hide anything. Abner got Julia's skirts up so that her thighs were naked, and then he got his hand up on her belly or somewhere under her skirts. Julia fairly squealed and tried to get his hand away, but she didn't succeed. Instead of helping Julia, Lizzie caught hold of one of her feet and helped him get her legs separated so that he got his hand on her nest. Then Julia just threw her arms across her face to hide it and made no further objections. Lizzie and I looked on very much interested. Indeed, there was a place between my own thighs that was burning and throbbing with amorous excitement, and Lizzie felt much as I did. When Abner unbuttoned his pants and took out his staff, Lizzie at once took hold of it. He seemed to like it, for he rolled over partly on his back so we could get a better view of it. Julia took a look at it too, then put her hand on it. I felt of it also-ah, how nice it felt in my hand. While we were feeling of it and commenting on it, we heard a dog bark not far away. We all jumped to our feet and, going to the door, we saw a man coming toward the barn. Abner got away without being seen and we girls got to the house.
I must now tell you of some other persons before I tell you more about the boys. Immediately after going to live with the old folks (I call them old folks because both were past sixty; Mrs. Hall was not a bad-looking woman for her age and had evidently been a fine-looking woman in her younger days), I discovered that a Mr. Brown was quite intimate with Mr. and Mrs. Hall. He was not more than twenty-eight or thirty, and he used to visit sometimes two or three times a week. I noticed right away that if Mrs. Hall was alone when he called, I was at once sent out of doors or somewhere so that Mr. Brown and Mrs. Hall were left together. Of course, I was curious to know why they wanted to be alone, so I began to watch and soon managed to find a way to listen to what they said. They related to each other all the scandal they heard, and did it in plain language that showed they were accustomed to it. At that time there was a rape trial going on in town. A Mr. Hay, who lived some eight or ten miles from town in a lonesome place near the mountains, hired a girl who lived a mile or two away to help in the house as his wife was about to be confined. The girl went with Mr. Hay to town to do some shopping one day, and on their way home, the girl said, he drove away from the road to a secluded place, then got her down in the bed of the wagon and raped her, after which they went on to Mr. Hay's house. Some time afterwards Mr. Hay was arrested for rape and the trial excited considerable interest. Before a verdict had been rendered, Mr. Brown called on Mrs. Hall. I was sent out as usual, but was soon where I could hear every word said.
After a few unimportant remarks, Mrs. Hall asked if the rape case was over yet. Mr. Brown said the jury was still out.
“Well,” said Mrs. Hall, “I'll tell you what I think of the matter. There was no rape about it. Hay was getting all he wanted of the girl and her mother found it out and she put up the job on him.”
Mr. Brown asked why she thought so.
“Why,” said she, “if the girl hadn't been willing, she wouldn't have gone back home with Hay and stayed a week or two before making any fuss about it.”
Another time they talked about married women taking measures to avoid getting in the family way. They spoke of it as if it could be prevented, but they didn't say how. I was anxious to hear that but was doomed to disappointment.
This last conversation I heard just after Abner was with us in the barn. The next time I saw the girls, I told them what I had heard. Julia said she was sure there was some way it could be done but she was at a loss to know how to ascertain it. Lizzie asked me why I didn't ask Mrs. Hall.
“I'd rather ask Mr. Brown,” said I, dubiously.
“Oh, that's it,” said Julia. “Ask Mr. Brown then,” and Lizzie joined her in urging me to ask Mr. Brown. Both said they would if they had a chance.
Every time I saw Mr. Brown after that I thought of the request I wanted to make and feared I'd not have courage even if I got a chance. Then one day Mr. and Mrs. Hall went to town for the whole day. I was all excited at once.
Mr. Brown knocked and when I opened the door he came in and enquired for Mrs. Hall. It came into my mind at once that if I told him she was going to be gone all day he would go right away, so I said, “She is out just now. Won't you sit down and wait?” So he sat down and soon picked up a paper and began to read. I was anxious to ask him, yet was afraid. I kept near him, and when he laid the paper down I was afraid he was going. Without stopping to choose my words, I blurted out, “Mr. Brown, won't you tell me how to keep from getting in the family way?”
He looked up, astonished at my question, and somehow my courage came back to me at once. So when he asked what I knew about getting in the family way, I said, “I know about screwing.” Catching me by the arm, he drew me up to him and placed me on his knees. “Now tell me,” said he, “what you know about screwing.” He kept questioning me till I told him about Julia and Lizzie and about my hearing him and Mrs. Hall talk. While talking, he felt of my bosom, then put his hand under my skirts. I didn't try to hinder him at all.
When he said we must keep a look-out for Mrs. Hall, I told him she would be gone all day and explained why I had lied to him. At his request, I took off my drawers. While I was doing that, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his shirt up. My goodness! His jock was as big as three or four of Abner's.
I was so much interested in it I forgot he hadn't answered my question. As I took hold of his staff of life, he asked how I'd like to have that in my belly. I said I was afraid I was not big enough for it yet.
“No, you are not old enough nor large enough now, but it won't be long,” said he, “before your pussy will be able to take in one as big as that.” He placed me astraddle his legs and then put the big red head between the lips of my pussy and rubbed it about, making me feel pleasure in every nerve. He inquired about Julia and Lizzie. I told him all about them, except I didn't tell about Abner. It was yet early in the forenoon. He said if I would go over and get the girls, he would tell us all about getting in the family way.
Without stopping to put on my drawers, I ran across the field and met Julia some distance from the house. I quickly told her that Mr. Brown was waiting for her and Lizzie to tell what we were so anxious to know. Lizzie wasn't around, so Julia went back with me. Julia was eager but a little shamefaced when we went in where he was. He had his charmer fully exposed to view, standing stiff and rampant.
Julia fixed her eyes on it, and as if strongly attracted by it, she slowly approached Mr. Brown. He said not a word till she had come near enough for him to take her arm. He drew her right up in front of him and she at once took his stiff prick in her hand. She seemed surprised at its size and magnificent appearance. After she had handled it a few minutes, he seated himself and took her on his lap. He first felt of her bosom, as he had mine; then he pulled her skirts up and, finding she had drawers on, he asked her to take them off. When she had done so, she seated herself on his lap again. He laid her over on his arm and slid his hand up to her pussy. He spread her legs and began to titillate her clitoris and the surrounding parts till she could not keep from moving her bottom. He asked her if it felt good.