Chapter 15: All the Racquets

An exciting morning for everyone. Jeanette is excited to begin her training and more excited I plan to give her the next canoe that pops out of the mold. Marshall is excited to run her first trot-line solo in her newly completed canoe, and is also excited Jeanette begins her training meaning before the morning is over, Marshall imagines her older sister Jeanette will have first sex with me. Turns her on.

Calm, cool, collected me, it’s pretty obvious by the state of affairs in my baggy shorts, I’m looking forward to training Jeanette. (Snicker.)

Jeanette is a poor student, and can’t or won’t focus on catching crabs.

“Jeanette? Tell me what’s on your mind, because something is in your way preventing you from concentrating. Don’t you want to fill these buckets with money? That’s what crabs are, money to be caught as it magically rises up out of the river. No interest, huh?”

“I thought it would be more romantic.”

“Where’s your parasol?”

“My what? (giggles)”

“Your umbrella, to shade you from the sun so you don’t freckle.”

“You’re being silly. I don’t get freckles, you collected them all already. Ain’t no more to be had.”

“That’s cute. And probably true, I sometimes think so, too. What I was suggesting is I could just paddle you around, while you occupy yourself trailing your fingers in the water, and adjusting your umbrella to hide from the sun. Would that be romantic enough? I’ve seen paintings, or at least pictures of paintings like that, have you?”

Jeanette doesn’t speak, just smiles a secretive smile, leans back, rests her elbow on the narrow side deck, and allows her fingers to trail in the water. Exactly what I thought. Unhooking the trot-line from the lifting spool, with long power strokes, I paddle us towards a tiny nearby cove I know of, in an obscure shady glen. Back of the cove, a meager spit of white sand is dry and partly exposed. In the shallow flooded part, white sand back-lights the tree tannin rich tea over it. The covering waters appear wine red above the dim submerged bar. Beaching the kayak on the sand bar, I begin to strip naked.

“It’s a terrible mistake to take me for granted, Ricky. I thought you learned your lesson last time.”

I thought she learned HER lesson! Forget self centered, self important, useless Jeanette. I know somebody else that would love to make some money. I slip into the not yet warmed water, swim out a bit, and tread water, glowering at her. Come on, Jeanette, figure it out. You’re permanently abandoned over there. You’re out of chances. You’re history. You struck out. She runs off in the direction of my parents house, where her mama Milly is working. Good.

“Run to mama little girl. Hope you grow up. Bye Jeanette!”

Standing on the sand spit, I’m waiting for my wet body to drip dry. Before I can put my clothes on, I’m caught by an admiring whistle.

“Nice birthday suit, brother!” Nearly fifteen year old sister Karen emerges from the shrubbery and is openly checking me out.

“Glad to see you too, Karen. I was just planning to come looking for you. Want to make some money?”

“Silly question. Who do I have to kill, or is it fuck?”

She pulls he tee shirt off over her head. Karen has nice perky teen tits, and no bra. Walking up to me, she flings her arms about my neck, and presses warmly against me.

“Since Jeanette won’t be needing the newest canoe, I’d like to put in my bid for it.”

“It’s your’s to work with, not keep. You don’t have to get weird to win a chance for it. Like I said, I was coming to find you, and offer it to you. When it’s ready, it’s yours.”

Karen kisses me in a very non-sisterly way. She’s a hot looking girl. I kiss her back.

“How do I win a chance at full partnership, like Marshall enjoys, and Jeanette just screwed up her opportunity? Or maybe didn’t screw, but I will! Don’t you think it’s unfair to full sisters, when half sisters get all your interest and attention? I’m hot, don’t you think? Or am I too white? Ooh! One part of you is interested. I’m interested. Get fully on board, brother Ricky. Make me your partner and girlfriend.”

Karen shucked down her shorts, and laid out on the crisp clean sand, opening her legs. I can see from this distance, her gaping pink slit glistening. All aboard. Marshall is half sister and half girlfriend. Karen is maybe bipolar I think. All or nothing. She’s all sister and all consuming on fire, slut, exuberant lover at the same time. Surprise!

I’m surprised she seems so expert, and not a virgin as I expected.

“Who have you been fucking, Karen? I’m not your first is obvious.”