Chapter 1

Jane Calhoun was sitting in her Freshman American History class at Mount Pleasant High School in Mount Pleasant, Texas. They were learning about the Battle at Antietam in the Civil War, AKA, The War of Northern Aggression as it is known in the south. Suddenly she felt something rubbing her right nipple, looking down nothing was there, but she still felt like it did when her boyfriend Johnny Darling felt her up in the backseat of his parents car. Then the feeling switched to her left nipple, it felt really good, better than when she touched herself in bed at night. It was something she did every night, and she played with more than her nipples. Her pussy started to get wet. She started to rub her legs together in that special way, legs crossed, foot swinging while she tensed her thigh muscles in the same rhythm as her foot. She couldn’t believe she was doing this in class! Mr. Hutchinson was bound to notice. She stopped swinging her foot. But the rubbing of her nipple continued, then both nipples were being stroked, so good, oh so good. Her nipples were hard and extended inside her padded bra. Sitting on top of her “A” cup breasts, her quarter sized areola surrounded the pencil eraser sized nipples that were being stroked by some invisible fingers. Then her right breast was abandoned, and her pussy lips felt the first tentative touches, then as if they somehow gained confidence, the stroking fingers slid up and down her lower lips until the invisible fingers touched her clit! Oh my, an exquisitely wonderful feeling overcame her and she gasped! Her friend Cindy looked at her with alarm, motioning for her to be quiet. But no one but herself had ever touched her there. Johnny kept trying but so far she had successfully avoided going that far. But these fingers, that couldn’t possibly be there, kept stroking her pussy, and then they started to concentrate on her clit! She began to squirm more, she could feel heat in her chest as it was turning red as it always did before she had an orgasm. Oh no! She couldn’t have an orgasm in class, and this one was going to be epic!

Jane thought quickly, an amazing feat considering, and raised her hand! Coach Hutchinson called on her,

“Miss Calhoun, you have a question?”

“Coach, I’m sorry to interrupt but I desperately need to go to the bathroom! May I please be excused?”

“Since you asked so nicely, yes you may! Make sure to take the pass!”

The pass was an oak board the woodshop teacher had made for all the teachers, it was hanging on a nail by the classroom door. It kept from having more than one student out to the bathroom at a time. Jane pulled it from the nail and rushed through the door, making sure not to let it slam shut. Then almost running she crossed the hall, went around the corner and entered the girls bathroom. She went to the far stall, locked the door, then turned and stripped down her jeans and panties to her knees and sat down. Her pussy was very wet, the feeling of being touched had not relented throughout the ordeal to make it to the stall. She was so close, she watched as her lips moved as if a finger was actually there touching her. Then her sheath that protects the clit began moving back and forth rubbing her clit, the fingers still stroked her right nipple. The combination was driving her crazy but she couldn’t get over, as if it, whatever “it” was, had read her mind, the fingers left her nipple and she felt a finger slide over her asshole! That did the trick, she stuffed her hand into her mouth to muffle her scream, it worked a little bit, she screamed and convulsed as the biggest most intense orgasm she had ever had exploded through her body. The fingers didn’t stop and two minutes later she had another one no less intense as the first. Thankfully the fingers stopped and she sat slumped over in the seat as she tried to catch her breath and recover.

Finally she was able to move again, she cleaned herself with toilet paper as best she could. Her panties were sopping wet and cold, she took off her jeans and panties, then put her jeans on again. The panties went into the sanitary napkin receptacle. It was almost time for the bell to ring for the end of the school day. She hung the pass back on the nail as she entered the class, nodding a thank you to Coach H. as she sat in her seat.

The bell rang and Coach dismissed the class. They filed out, most students going to their lockers, Jane and Cindy didn’t have to, they had everything they needed in their backpacks. They went straight to their bus, the one that would take them five miles out of town to their respective homes practically across the road from each other, if you don’t include the half mile of driveway each one had.

Maybe being kicked in the head was a good thing after all!

At home, Jane’s brother Roy was still grinning and was still cleaning up himself after having a huge orgasm that must have shot a quart of cum ten feet, and he hadn’t even touched himself.

The Sunday before, he had been walking behind his horse Windy, a Lineback Dun Quarter horse, at what he thought was a safe distance, a hornet, mad at something, had chosen that moment to sting Windy’s butt. Windy kicked her right hind hoof, hitting Roy in the head. Two things were lucky about it, one, the hoof that hit him had dropped it’s shoe on a ride earlier in the day, and two, it was a glancing blow to the back of his head, just above and behind his ear. If it had hit his temple he would have been dead, shoe or not. As it was, it knocked him out and put a gash in his head four inches long. It took twenty five staples to close. It was now Thursday and he still had a headache, though it wasn’t as bad as Sunday night in the Hospital. Of course they had the excellent pain meds that made all of the pain go away. They kept him for three days and constantly checked to make sure his brain didn’t swell and that he didn’t have a concussion.

This had been his first full day at home, this morning he had taken a picture of his Mom, she worked out of the house developing artwork used in advertising. She was well paid, she also taught riding in the afternoons and weekends. She was able to keep their house and the two hundred acres after her husband, Roy and Jane’s father, died in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver. His truck had been “T” boned by the drunk who had run the stop sign doing eighty miles an hour. It was a two way stop, their Dad had the right of way not having a stop sign. He had died instantly as the drunk’s car hit on the driver’s door. They had been married for sixteen years, and had loved each other for twenty! The pain was still fresh, it had happened only six months ago.

Roy had been looking at the picture of his Mom earlier in the morning when she had walked into his room to check on him. His finger had touched the screen of his iPad and she had jumped and looked around. Roy thought that was weird, so he touched the screen again at her shoulder. She jumped again! The weirdest thing of all was he could feel what she felt and just for a second he could see through her eyes. Experimenting he found that as long as he was touching her picture, he could feel the touch on his shoulder and he could see what she was seeing. Wow! That was new! Satisfied that he was alright, his Mom, Elizabeth, left his room and went back to her studio to try and finish the artwork for the hardware store in town, in an age of the big corporate stores like Ace, and True Value, Peterson Hardware remained independent. His prices were a bit higher, he just didn’t have the volume to get big discounts, but he was an excellent source of information on “How to” do almost anything! His sign in front of his store proudly stated;

PETERSON HARDWARE

Every man needs a good tool!

The city council tried to make him take it down, but he claimed they were a bunch of perverts that were reading something nasty in a sign that told people that he sold good tools. The sign stayed up!

Roy touched her picture again and saw that she was working away on her computer designing an advertisement to go in the local newspaper.

He pulled up a picture of his older sister Jane, she was fifteen and was in High School. The picture was of her standing with her hands on her hips, legs spread apart, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He touched her shoulder and instantly could see that she was in Hutch’s history class. He zoomed up on her breasts and began to rub where her nipple was on her right breast. He saw as she looked down at her breast, and he felt her rising excitement because of his rubbing in her right nipple. He felt what she felt in his right nipple, and in his crotch. He switched to her left nipple and felt the wetness between her legs getting wetter, the tingling in her nipple was getting greater, who knew how sensitive a nipple was, his as well as hers! Then he tried both at the same time, after a couple of minutes he felt her wishing for more. He moved his right hand from her left breast and down to her crotch. The funny thing was he could feel the wetness of her pussy, and her pussy lips as if she wasn’t wearing jeans and panties! It felt like skin on skin! He slid his fingers back and forth guided by the feelings he was getting from her.

He heard her moan and saw Cindy when Jane turned to respond to a touch on her shoulder. Cindy was telling her to be quiet. Well she was in class, and Hutch was a strict disciplinarian, he knew that from baseball! He kept up his assault on her pussy, including jacking off her clit using the sheath that surrounds it. Jane’s body movements were becoming more noticeable. He suggested she go to the bathroom, she raised her hand and asked! Did he do that? Can he make suggestions that she will follow?

As she walked out the door he thought to her not to let the door slam, and she closed it gently! Wow! This has possibilities! Once in the bathroom he felt her sit down on the toilet, he resumed his assault on her clit, soon he had her excitement level as high as it had been, she thought she needed a trigger that would trip her into an orgasm. Having looked at sex on the internet, he had seen many videos where a finger in the ass would trigger just that. He brought his left hand from her right breast and brushed his finger against his sister’s ashole, boy did that ever work! Not only did she explode, he did also. Not only was it her best ever orgasm, it was his as well! He was still cleaning his mess up on his headboard and the wall behind his head. Thankfully his ejaculate had missed his face by a few inches.

He checked on his Mom, she was still working away. He was getting the feel right, a light touch would connect him without her feeling the touch. He was able to see what she was looking at and what she was feeling. What he saw her looking at was girl girl porn on the internet! Wow! She was getting wet! His own Mother, did he dare help her achieve the release she was thinking so hard about? This was something he would have to think about! That would be injest, or something like that. He had already done that with his sister. Could or should he do the same thing with his Mom? She hasn’t been with anyone since Dad died, may that bastard drunk guy rot in jail forever! That gave Roy an idea, “Umm, I wonder if I could connect with him using a newspaper picture?” he thought. Something to try anyway!

Thinking about the drunk led Roy to thinking about other possible ways to use his new talent. Could he find lost people, or people wanted by the law, kidnapped people, and what about dead people? He pulled up his sister’s picture again and touched it. He could see she was on the bus and seeing outside he knew where she was but he couldn’t get a location any other way. So dead were probably out as well, at least in finding them.

He tried to listen to what she was saying, he couldn’t hear her, but he could get a sense of what she was talking about. He couldn’t read her mind and get specific thoughts from her brain, just a general idea of the subject being discussed. His sister was having a conversation with her best friend forever, Cindy. The subject was the feelings she had in class and the subsequent orgasm in the bathroom. Roy thought that maybe if he could concentrate harder he might be able to actually “hear” their conversation through Jane’s brain. He tried concentrating on hearing them, hearing them, hearing them, hearing them, over and over and over again! It became his mantra and he continued thinking and saying it out loud. Suddenly he could “hear” both girls just as the conversation ended when the bus stopped at the driveways of both families. After getting off the bus the girls resumed their conversation. Cindy’s younger sister, Suzie, had gone to the Gyno Doctor and wasn’t with them as she usually was.

“Jane, how far have you and Johnny gone? Has he given you a cum yet?”

“On our last date I let him touch my boobs through my clothes! He gets me worked up, but he’s never gotten me off. How about you, how far have you gone?”

“I’ve had a couple of boys suck on my nipples, and finger my crotch through my panties. But that’s all, and I never did cum! I desperately wanted to, but I was nervous about getting caught! We were in the school parking lot with people around. I would love to have an invisible hand fondle my pussy! Put in a good word for me!”

“I don’t even know what, much less who could have done that to me! I only know that it wasn’t my imagination! So I can’t put in a good word to anybody, but I might know someone who would fondle your pussy for you! Have you ever kissed a girl, not just a peck, a tongue battling all out French kiss? And if you haven’t, would you like to?”

“I never have, but I’ve always thought about it, I just don’t want to be labeled a lesbian. I definitely would be interested, especially if it was you!”

“It’s me, I’ve always been curious and like you I was afraid to say anything because of the same label. Let’s go to the bus cabin!” The bus cabin is a small wooden building that they could wait for the bus in. Because winters are cold and they would get “Blue Northers” often during the fall and winter months, the families built this cabin so the kids could wait on the school bus out of the weather. It had an electric heater, air conditioning and lights, for those mornings during the switch back to Standard Time so they would be comfortable while they waited. Windows were on the side the bus came from under the windows were window seats, enclosed benches that had storage underneath the seat. The seats were cushioned and it had chairs and a table. It was set back from the road off of the Titus County right of way, a garage was added for two ATV’s so they no longer had to walk the half mile from their homes. The garage had a ten foot wide roll up door with an opener so they didn’t have to leave the ATV in bad weather. A breezeway connected the two buildings. The two ATVs were identical Kubota RTV-X1100C with modular cabs, air conditioning, heating, and with work lights front and back. Both were in the camouflage style. Decals on the back windows were the only difference between the two, one was a tiger, the other was a lion.