Chapter 3

Sarah and Donny claimed their bedrooms, and he finally had his very own room.

“Don’t think that having your own room is going to stop me from sleeping with you, especially during thunderstorms,” Sarah whispered to him.

“My door has a key lock. What if I won’t let you in?”

“So you don’t want to fuck me anymore or put cum in my mouth?”

“I think I’ll lose the key,” he grinned.

“We can possibly christen our new home tonight.”

“Uncle Richard, do you get thunderstorms around here very often?” Sarah asked.

“Yes, quite often, and hurricanes most every year, but not so often around here. The last hurricane to cause major damage was the Labor Day weekend hurricane of 1935. About 400 were killed.”

“That isn’t very comforting,” she fretted.

“We have plywood sections to cover the windows and plenty of room in your basement.”

“I hate thunderstorms,” Sarah remarked.

“You’ve certainly moved to the wrong state to get away from them.”

“At least we have more warning for an impending hurricane compared to tornadoes back in Kansas,” Sam reasoned.

Joan followed Sarah to her room, watching her examine her closet and a six-drawer dresser, then look out her bedroom window. “You sure don’t have much stuff, just one suitcase?”

“We didn’t have much to begin with. Life was hard for us out west, and I hated to leave my best friend behind.”

“The only thing I like that is hard is a boy’s cock. Come back to our place, and I’ll see what I can lend you or what you can have in the way of clothes or other things. It’s nice to have a girl, close to my age, around to have as a friend and to talk to.”

“We’ll probably get tired of being around each other.”

“I don’t ever see that happening. I’m sure we’ll become very good friends.” Joan approached Sarah with her fingers, taking several strands of her long brunette hair. She leaned closer and kissed her cheek. “I also like your dress. I bet you tease Donny by showing him some tit the same way I like to tease David.” Joan spread the opening of her dress to show Sarah more cleavage.

“I have without trying to,” she smiled, briefly eyeing Joan’s cleavage.

“Are you still a virgin?”

“That’s sort of a personal question,” she replied, taking her clothes from her suitcase.

“I’m not. I lost my virginity to David on my fifteenth birthday,” Joan boasted.

“Your brother is fucking you?”

“Yes, several times a week. I also like to suck his cock and take his cum down my throat. I also fucked a few of the boys at school and a few of the worker’s sons.”

“They’re negros, aren’t they? We saw many working in fields driving here.”

“Yes, mostly, some migrant workers are from Mexico or Latin America. You’ve got something against a person with dark skin?”

“No. We don’t see too many Negros or Mexicans in our part of Kansas. What’s it like to have a black boy fuck you?”

“It’s wonderful. Some have quite a long cock on them, and they also have white cum. I like to suck on their cocks and have them cum in my mouth.”

“Aren’t you afraid that David or one of the other boys will get you pregnant?”

“Not really. David sometimes sneaks a condom from Dad, but he mostly uses a balloon to cover his cock. I’ll admit that I’m a bit of a tease. On hot days, I’ll take water out to the workers and purposely leave a number of buttons unfastened on my dress to give them views of my tits.”

“Does your mom or dad fuck any of the workers?”

“They have on occasion. I’m sure someday you’ll enjoy your first negro cock.”

“What makes you think that I will?”

“You’ve said you’re not prejudiced against a person’s color and are likely, as I was, curious enough to try it.”