Chapter 11

Back at her cabin, Gladys and I shared a simple dinner and spent the evening relaxing. Unsurprisingly, her thoughts were primarily centered around her newly confirmed pregnancy and plans we should be making. I allowed her to ramble on at her leisure with no intention of changing the subject. At one point, she brought up something that caught my ear.

“Shawna thanks we should both move int’ her house, since it’s s’much bigger’n my place. She said that-a-way she could hep me while I’m pregnant and the girls could hep with the baby, once she comes along.”

“That’s an interesting idea”, I replied. “I mean, it is a bigger house, but won’t they still be short a room or two?” I asked.

“Sugar, they got three bedrooms upstairs they only use fer storage”, Gladys replied as if I was missing a working brain.

“That’s news to me”, I admitted. “Of course, I’ve never toured the house. I’ve only ever gone where someone has taken me.”

Gladys continued. “Yeah, they’s three bedrooms downstairs, an’ four more upstairs! When my daddy built the house, he reckoned him an’ momma was gonna have a whole parcel o’ kids – but it turned out t’ be jus’ Sherry an’ me.”

“Are you considering it seriously?” I asked.

“I kinda like th’ notion o’ bein’ all under th’ same roof wi’ s’much fam’ly”, she responded, “but I tol’ her I wanted t’ know what yew thank ‘fore I give ‘er an answer.”

“Hmm. I do have some ideas we’ll need to discuss with Sherry before I make a decision. But overall, I agree that it could work well.”

Gladys smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “Yew ain’t jus’ thankin’ wi’ yer dick, are ya? Jus’ ‘cause Shawna ‘n’ Angel’d be in th’ same house as us, don’ mean I want yew t’ be fuckin’ ‘em both non-stop.”

“I understand, honey”, I replied, while inwardly imagining that exact possibility. My dick was still quite sore but began to stir.

At her request, I laid out my questions so Gladys would understand what I was thinking about. “I’d like to know if they are open to making bedroom changes.”

Gladys smirked and raised a finger to interject, but I cut her off before she could speak.

“What I mean is - it would be great to have our bedroom on the first floor – you won’t be in a position to deal with those stairs when your belly gets really swollen.” Gladys nodded and raised an eyebrow, showing this was something she hadn’t considered.

“I like the way yer thankin’, honey.” Gladys said. “But if yew an’ me share a bedroom downstairs, won’t somebody hafta move?”

I nodded and continued. “Yes. Because the next change I’d like to make is to convert one of the other downstairs bedrooms into a full bathroom, with running hot and cold water. It would be a big help for all of us in the cold months, and when you’re at your biggest, it will be an almost-necessity, I would think, to have a working toilet, sink and shower / bathtub combo in the house with us.”

“No more goin’ down to th’ crick?” Gladys asked, sounding sad.

“We can use the creek whenever we want. But having the luxury of hot and cold water in the house would make all our lives easier.” I replied. “Plus, as much as I love walking naked down to the creek with you, having a hot shower in the morning is the only thing I miss about being back in the city. Hell, I can do the plumbing work myself! I mean, I’m no expert, but I’ve done enough of that kind of work to know what I’m doing.”

She nodded her understanding. “Okay, so if Sherry agrees t’ all ‘at, who’d be downstairs wi’ us? An’ where’s th’ baby gonna sleep?”

“I assumed Sherry would take the other downstairs bedroom, but that’s up to her. For the short term, I assumed the baby would sleep in our room. Down the line, we could remodel one of the other upstairs rooms for the kiddo.”

“Yew got yersef a good brain, Jim Summers ... jus’ another reason fer me t’ love ya”, Gladys said as she fell backward onto the bed, pulling me with her. We shared a deep, caring kiss and ran our hands over each other, exploring and teasing. Finally, I had to break the bad news.

“Gladys, baby, I’m sorry but I can’t go anymore tonight. The combination of you and I last night - plus those two girls today - has my cock too sore to want to use right now. I’ll probably be better by tomorrow, but in the meantime, I’ll be glad to see if I can make you cum...”

She pulled my face to hers for another kiss and said, “I’m kinda glad yew said ‘at, Jim. Yew put such a poundin’ on my lady parts las’ night, I’m still sore. Yew ain’t gotta do nothin’ fer me, sugar. I’m happy jus’ t’ have ya’ here, a-holdin’ on t’ me. ‘Sides, I’m kinda tired. Will yew hol’ me like spoons agin tonight? I shore like th’ way it feels, an’ it heps me sleep better t’ know yer close t’ me.”

“Nothing would make me happier, darling”, I replied.

We lay on our sides with me behind her and one arm draped around her, pulling her close to me. Sleep found us easily.

For the first time since meeting her, I woke before Gladys. She remained on her side, just as she’d been the night before, the tiniest hint of snoring came from her as she rested so peacefully. I rose and tended to the morning. Starting some coffee, I chose to get my quick bath and shave in the creek out of the way immediately. When I returned, Gladys was still resting, I put on some pants and whipped up some scrambled eggs and bacon. The aroma of frying bacon has a universal effect on sleeping people, it seems, drawing them out of their slumber and toward the source of the scent. Sure enough, Gladys met me in the kitchen and hugged me from behind while I plated our food and poured our coffee.

“I didn’ know yew could cook, sugar”, she said with surprise.

“How do you think I survived this long? Just peanut butter sandwiches and diner food?” I teased her. We sat and enjoyed the humble meal I’d prepared before Gladys grabbed a towel, a bar of soap and razor then walked out the back door, down to the creek. While waiting for her return, I cleaned up the mess I’d created in the kitchen, washed and dried the dishes, cleaned the counters ... etc.

Gladys returned with her hair wrapped up in the towel, turbaned atop her head. The rest of her remained gloriously naked. Her face shined with happiness. It hit me that at least one old wives tale was right; She did seem to glow with her pregnancy! Certainly, my view was biased, but I thought it accurate. And I could think of nothing that would detract from her beauty at that moment – certainly not the swaying, slapping, heaving mounds on her chest that she pressed into me while wrapping herself around me for another hug and kiss.

After her hair dried, Gladys dressed and said we should head to Sherry’s so we could discuss my proposed ideas with her. She dressed quickly while I threw on some shorts, a tee shirt and sneakers. And for the first time since arriving here weeks ago, I was comfortably dressed for decent company and the climate at the same time.

Gladys sat close to me in the truck, my right arm draped over her shoulders, and with a quick kiss and giggle to each other, we made our way to Sherry’s.

Both girls were still in bed when we arrived to find Sherry on the front porch, clad in an old, thread-bare house dress, enjoying a cigarette and some coffee. She smiled and waved when she saw the truck and motioned for us to join her as soon as the vehicle stopped.

At Sherry’s insistence, I went into the house to grab Gladys some tea and a cup of joe for myself. As I stepped back onto the porch, it was clear that Gladys was trying to explain my ideas about bedroom relocation and bathroom construction to her sister, without much luck.

“Why d’yew thank we need more rooms?” Sherry asked, perplexed.

“Gladys? If I may?” I said, offering to help. “Be my guest...” she replied.

“Sherry, I’m simply thinking that Shawna would move upstairs into one of the unused rooms. Gladys and I would move into her old room downstairs and I could turn one of the other downstairs rooms into a full bath. It would be easier on Gladys while she’s pregnant – and after. But to be honest, I think it would be a benefit for everyone.” I explained.

“Well shit, Jim. Th’ way Gladys was a-talkin’, I thought yew was thankin’ ‘bout addin’ more rooms on! That’d be jus’ plain stupid. Hell, I ain’t got no pro’lem wi’ gittin’ hot ‘n’ cold runnin’ water in th’ house. Not one bit. For heaven’s sake, I wish I coulda afforded t’ do ‘at years ago. Yew know how cold ‘at crick gits in the winter?! An’ it’s jus’ a big ol’ pain in th’ ass haulin’ water up th’ hill ever-day.”

I nodded. “Precisely. Now, at least some of the businesses in town have running water, coming from the town’s reservoir - I’ll have to talk with somebody in town to ensure they can run run another line up here, but that shouldn’t be too tough ... once I figure out who to talk to.”

Gladys interjected. “Yew oughta talk wi’ Doc. He’s got runnin’ water over t’ his house. I bet he knows who t’ talk to.”

“Perfect!” I said with some relief. “I’ll stop by and see him later today.”

Sherry continued the discussion. “Now, as far as movin’ Shawna upstairs, I can tell yew now – she ain’t gonna like it at firs’. But I reckon I can git ‘er on our side by tellin’ ‘er it’s a way fer her t’ git ready fer having young-uns o’ her own. We’ll have a baby in th’ house, an’ she’ll hafta make changes like th’ rest of us to accommodate the little-un. An’ if ‘at don’ work, I’ll jus’ tell ‘er ‘yew’ll do it ‘cause I said so’”. Sherry began chuckling to herself, then kept speaking.

“Jim, I hope yew know how much I like havin’ yer big swangin’ dick ‘round here. But I thank maybe we need t’ have some rules ‘bout when yew let it swang nekkid. Them girls o’ mine ‘re horned-up an’ itchin’ fer lovin’ jus’ ‘bout all th’ time. Yew know - yew seen it yersef. So I thank we need to change our rule about ever-body bein’ nekkid in th’ house all th’ time.”

“That’s smart thinking, Sherry”, I offered.

“I ain’t proposin’ we git rid o’ our playtime, ‘r nothin’ like ‘at. But I thank we gotta make shore it ain’t all th’ time, ever-day. Shawna an’ Angel’s both gonna be back in school ‘fore long an’ if yer dick’s always in plain sight, they won’t never mind me an’ do their chores or their schoolwork.”

Having no problem with her suggestion, I agreed. “One thing I’d like to mention though, if I may. At some point, I’m sure I’ll be so used to your lovely bodies that I won’t get hard every time I see you. But for now, that’s not always possible...”

Gladys interrupted, “‘Specially wi’ them two young-uns an’ their growin’ boobies always needin’ lovin’ on their itchy little coochies.”

“You’re ... you’re not wrong, honey”, I said, stifling a moan. “So, for the time being, I’ll be happy to keep shorts or pants on unless one or both of you says it’s alright not to. And I reserve the right to ask any of you ladies to cover up if I’m having trouble keeping my excitement in check.”

Both ladies nodded their agreement.

Gladys and Sherry kept talking while I enjoyed a lung rocket. After a few minutes, Sherry said “Jim, yew might as well go see Doc now. Them girls ain’t gonna be up fer a while yet. Plus, they got chores t’ do. By the time yew git back, we’ll be able t’ have some fun”, she began blushing and eyeballing the bulge in my khaki shorts.

While it was a lovely summer morning, allowing the teenagers to sleep in with no school responsibilities, it was still a workday for most grown-ups, and I assumed I’d find Doc at his office. So, I motored that direction and arrived shortly after to find a mostly empty waiting room. When I approached the receptionist, I realized her face was new to me and she was decidedly younger than Dolores, the normal receptionist.

“Well hello there, young lady”, I began. “I need to chat with Doc when he has a free minute.”

“And yer name sir?” she said before looking up. When her eyes rose to meet mine, she smiled and began blushing.

“Jim Summers. This isn’t a medical thing, I just wanted to chat with him about something. I can wait a while, if needed”, I clarified.

She was a lovely young woman. With her seated, I couldn’t put a finger on her height or age, but I would have ‘quite short’ and ‘mid-teens’. Her reddish-brown hair fell in waves over her slim shoulders just above her name tag, which was attached to a blouse covering a monumental set of tits!

She saw my eyes get stuck on her bust line and giggled briefly. “Yew got a pretty good look at my chest, so what’s my name?” she teased, using one hand to cover the name tag in question.

“I believe your name tag says Tamarin”, I replied.

“Good fer yew! But mos’ folks jus’ call me Tami”, she stated while offering her dainty hand.

I shook it politely and offered her a smile. “It’s lovely to meet you, Tami.” She began blushing again and biting her lower lip.

“Mr ... um ... Summers ... um ... yew can go on back. He jus’ finished another appointment an’ he don’ have nobody else fer ‘bout 30 minutes. He should be in ‘is office – yew know where ‘at is?”

I assured her I knew where I was going before moving toward Doc’s office where I found him among his clutter - feet on the desk, his nose in a medical journal of some kind. “Well, howdy Jim! This is a nice surprise. C’mon on in and have a seat.” He rounded his desk and grabbed my hand, “Congratulations to you and Gladys on the big news!” he pumped the handshake heartily a few times and returned to his seat. “So, what brings you by my little slice of paradise today?” he quipped.

“I know you’ve got patients waiting, so I won’t keep you long, but I have a couple questions you might be able to answer.”

“Alright, shoot”, he replied.

I let him know that I was interested in getting running water piped from town up to Sherry’s house and wondered if he knew who I should talk with about making it happen.

“That’s easy Jim. I can point you to the right guy. You shouldn’t have any problem at all.” He grabbed a note pad and scribbled down a name and phone number. “Robbie’s the guy to talk to. Unofficially, he’s like ... a city planner, I guess ... been at it for at least 20 years. Officially, he’s the mayor’s son and that comes with some pull around these parts. Be warned, you may have to grease his palm a little – but if it can be done, he’s the guy to make it happen.”

“Sounds like just the fellow I need for this project”, I replied.

Tami stuck her head in the door and said, “Yer nex’ appointment’s not fer another 20 minutes, but she’s already here. What d’yew want me t’ tell ‘er?” I noticed her eyes kept wandering toward me.

“Let her know that I’ll be with her as soon as I can, Tami”, said Doc, and she spun on one heel, retreating to the reception desk.

“Cute girl”, I said.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be the death of me though, Jim.”

“Why? What’s the problem?” I asked.

“She’s my granddaughter, that’s the problem. Her parents live on the other side of the mountains and they have had a devil of a time with her – acting up in school, getting caught smoking, she even stole some skin mags from some store down there. Not like Playboy or something, mind you, I mean it was real hardcore stuff, according to her mother. Anyway, when school let out, they asked if she could stay with me for the summer and of course I said agreed. But they didn’t tell me beforehand what kind of little hellion they were sending my way.”

“Why haven’t I seen her before?” I asked.

“Just dumb luck, I guess”, he shrugged. “That time you came over for steaks, I’d sent her to the church with Louise and Daisy for a bible study meeting for teens. Other than that, I don’t know what to tell you - she’s been hanging out with some of the other girls her age. When Dolores said she needed some time off, I thought it would be best to have Tami cover for her, so I can keep an eye on her.”

He continued, “But Jim, I mean to tell you, that Tami is just a walking set of raging hormones. And that only got worse when she got here and drank the water! We both know what that does! Hell, even a cursory glance at her and you can tell she’s a very ... very well-developed young lady. But the size of those things on her little body ... Jesus ... she’s only 15! Nothing in my previous parenting experience got me ready for this.”

I tried to interject with a question or two, but he kept speaking. “She’s got it in her head that she needs to have a baby – and she’s on the hunt, let me tell you. Now, you need to remember that I grew up around here, young teens with babies don’t faze me. But she’s my own flesh and blood, Jim. And I don’t know how much more of her teasing I can take before I do something I might regret.”

He finally paused long enough for me to get a word in, “She’s teasing you? Like, on purpose?”

“Oh yeah. She even told me, “Grampaw, I thank yew oughta put a baby in me, ‘cause yew made babies b’fore an’ I trust yew” I just told her the truth – I can’t make babies anymore, I’m too old for that stuff now. Crazy thing is, I talked with her parents about it and they think it’s a good idea for her to get pregnant! ‘Course, I didn’t mention the incest part to her parents...”

Doc shook his head with apparent disbelief, then he snapped his head up again, his eyes on mine. “Jim! You could do it! Don’t forget, I’ve examined you and I know you have live swimmers. You could put a baby in Tami! I mean, you’d probably have to go real easy on her, based on your equipment, or you might rip the girl in half.”

It was my turn to shake my head in disbelief. I was careful about the volume of my voice, half-whispering, “Doc, are you saying you want me to have sex with your granddaughter and try to get her pregnant?”

“I mean, we could always use a sperm sample, I just figured you’d both enjoy the old-fashioned method more”, he answered, in a matter-of-fact fashion. His mannerisms and tone of voice were direct. He was not kidding. Not even a little bit.

My mind was racing. What if Gladys didn’t approve? What if Tami didn’t want to have sex with me? Exactly how big are Tami’s tits? There were probably more, but those were the main queries rattling around my noggin at that moment. Wisely, I chose to refer to only one of those questions.

“I don’t know, Doc. I’ll need to think about that for a bit. More importantly, I’ll need to discuss it with Gladys.”

“Perfect!” he exclaimed. “You know how to find me, so just let me know when you’ve decided either way”, and he reached across his desk to shake my hand again. “And give Robbie a call about your water questions, I bet he’ll be able to help.”

Still dazed from the conversation, I made my way toward the waiting room and did my best avoid eye contact with Tami on my way out. But as I reached the outer door, I heard her say, “It was nice t’ meet yew, Mr. Summers. Please come back ‘n’ see us real soon, ‘kay?”

I just waved over my shoulder and went to my truck. Another day, another stunning turn of events.

A cold beer sounded good, so I grabbed some from the grocery store before heading back to Sherry’s.

Parking the truck at the foot of the front porch steps, I noticed most of the windows in the house were open and plenty of bustling activity inside. Out of habit, I knocked on the front door and was admitted by Sherry, who looked at me strangely and let me inside. “Yew know yew can jus’ walk on in here now, right? I done tol’ yew a hunnerd times ‘at yer fam’ly. ‘Sides, ya’ll ‘re gonna be movin’ in ‘fore long anyways.”

“I’m stuck in my old habits, I guess”, I replied.

She have me a quick side hug and raised her voice just a bit, addressing Shawna and Angel, “Ya’ll finish yer chores ‘fore yew git t’ lovin’ on Jim. Ya hear me? Ya’ll got responsibilities an’ yew ain’t ‘llowed t’ slack off jus’ ‘cause he’s here.”

Almost in unison, they replied “Yes ma’am”, each of them pouting a bit while they continued cleaning.

Looking around, I could see Angel cleaning in the family room, Shawna was sweeping the stairs, Sherry was on her knees with a scrub brush, trying to get a persistent stain from the floor near the dining table and Gladys had joined the effort, mopping the floor in the kitchen. I headed there to greet Gladys and stow the beer in the fridge.

Seeing me, she put aside the mop she’d been using and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her nakedness closer to me and offering a kiss.

“So, d’yew find Doc? How’d it go?”

“It went well. He told me to talk with some guy named ... Robbie? I think he’s the mayor’s son. Doc said that’s the guy to talk to if I want to get running water service up here, to the house.”

Gladys’ face suddenly looked sour. “Doc’s prolly right. But be careful wi’ Robbie, he might try t’ swindle ya’. An’ yew better not brang ‘im up ‘round Sherry.”

I took her arm and gently pulled her toward the back door. “I have a couple things I need to discuss with you privately, honey. Can we step out back so I can smoke?”

“Of course, sugar bear.”

Once outside, I lit a smoke and asked “So what’s the deal with Robbie and Sherry? Why shouldn’t I bring him up around her?”

Gladys took a deep breath and responded, “Well, back when Sherry was still pregnant wi’ Shawna, ol’ Robbie tried t’ git her t’ suck ‘is dick. She was jus’ lookin’ fer a job. Somebody tol’ ‘er that th’ city was hirin’, so she went down ‘ere t’ innerview. When she got there, Robbie seen ‘er sattin’ ‘ere wi’ ‘er big ol’ belly an’ swole-up milk jugs an’ he tol’ Sherry she could have th’ job if’n she sucked ‘is dick.”

My jaw was hanging loose, but I didn’t interrupt Gladys.

“Well, she yelled loud ‘nough fer other folks t’ hear, “I ain’t gonna suck yer dick jus’ to git a lousy job, yew ol’ pervert!”, an’ she stormed out o’ the office. Since ‘en, Sherry gits awful mad if anybody mentions him.”

“Understandable”, I nodded. After a moment’s pause, I added, “But I’m gonna need this guys help to get water from the city main run up the house. Do you think Sherry’s gonna be able to hold her temper long enough to allow that?”

“I don’ know ... yew’ll hafta ask her yersef.”

I nodded and continued, “I’ll do that. Now, there is another item I need to discuss with you...”

“Hmm? Wha’s ‘at, sugar?” Gladys said.

“While I was at Doc’s office, he brought up something and I’m not sure what to do about it.” I said, a bit cryptically.

Gladys nodded for me to continue. I took a long drag off my cigarette and looked at Gladys.

“He wants me to have sex with his granddaughter and get her pregnant.” I said, the words almost racing from my mouth. Then I looked up for Gladys’ reaction.

“Doc’s got granddaughter? I didn’ know ‘at. ‘Course, his kids is all growed-up an’ moved away, long time ago. Wha’s ‘er name?How old is she?”

After a moment, I replied, “Her name is Tamarin, but she prefers to be called Tami. She’s fifteen”.

“Well shoot, honey. Tha’s one ‘o Shawna’s friends! They been hangin’ out ‘is summer. I ain’t never met ‘er, but I thank Sherry has ... anyway, wha’s the pro’lem?”

My head snapped up so I could look her in the eyes. “There are a number of issues, I think! Firstly, she’s only 15 and wants to get pregnant? And her own grandfather is endorsing this? And ... wait a second ... are you also endorsing this, Gladys?”

“I ain’t got no pro’lem wi’ it, sugar bear, long’s nobody’s forcin’ ‘er t’ do it. Her fam’ly’s got enough money t’ take care o’ her an’ a baby, she’s gotta go back home after the summer, an’ they ain’t no-other-body ‘round here, ‘cept yew ‘at’s got good baby-makin’ juice. So, if yew wanna sex ‘er up, why not do it?”

Once again, I shook my head as if trying to clear mental cobwebs. This was a new habit I appeared to rely on frequently.

Gladys continued, “I mean, c’mon, Jim. I already said yer welcome t’ try makin’ a baby wi’ Shawna, an’ she’s m’ niece! Why would I say ‘no’ to yew ‘bout some other girl? ‘Sides, it sounds like th’ girl needs yer hep. Almos’ like yer one ‘em angels that can give a girl a baby”, she chuckled, “‘cept it ain’t no ‘maculate conception – jus’ yer big ol’ mule dick an’ about a gallon o’ jizz”, she smirked.

I plopped my butt on the steps heavily, joining her, then she put an arm across my shoulders. “Jim, darlin’, I love yew more’n I ever thought I’d love a man, an’ I don’ want nobody t’ take yew from me. Yew gotta b’lieve ‘at. I’ve said it ‘fore to yew, but I’m gonna say it one more once; Yew can put yer dick in any woman yew want. I ain’t gonna git mad ‘r jealous, s’long as yew come home t’ me.”

“I know you’ve said that before, honey. But I didn’t realize you were quite that serious about it.” I kissed her forehead.

“Well, I am. I said ‘xactly what I meant t’ say”, she pulled me closer to her and kissed my cheek. “Was ‘at ever-thang yew needed t’ talk about right now?”

I nodded, “As far as I know”.

“Alright then, le’s git back inside so’s we can hep the girls finish th’ ‘chores an’ be done faster.”

“Okay”, I thought, “I need to contact two people; Robbie and Doc. But ... they can wait until tomorrow - I’m gonna enjoy this afternoon with the ladies inside this house.”

Apparently, while I’d been at Doc’s office, Sherry had already informed the girls that Gladys and I would be moving in before long. “Jim said he wants t’ put in runnin’ water an’ a indoor bathroom firs’. So, it’s gonna be a while yet. Don’t git too worked up about it.” She’d also given Shawna the bad news about having to relocate. According to Gladys, Shawna seemed to take it in stride, assuming it was all part of the plan to help care for Gladys and the baby-to-be.

After I volunteered to help with the chores, Sherry assigned me some basic outdoor cleanup, since I was the only one still dressed. So, I swept the front porch, gathered some firewood, pulled some weeds by the driveway ... simple stuff. Soon enough, we’d all finished our assigned duties and settled in the cool of the family room with some ice-cold sun tea.

Surprising myself, I said, “I think I’m gonna take a quick dip in the creek to cool off”, and made my way that direction, disrobing and leaving my dirty clothes on the back steps. Following a refreshing plunge in the frigid water and just a couple minutes of lounging, I made my way back to the house, standing on the back steps to drip dry while enjoying a cigarette. Angel was the first to join me.

“I thought yew didn’ like goin’ in the crick, Mr. Jim”, she said. “Wha’s s’differn’t t’day?”

I smiled at her, “Two reasons, Angel; I was feeling sweaty and thought I smelled bad AND I was already getting hard from looking at you lovely naked ladies - so the cold water helped me get that rascal back in control.”

She giggled. “Shoot, I thought fellas wanted t’ be hard all th’ time.”

“No, sweetie. I don’t need to have an erection most of the time – only when somebody’s playing with it”, I hinted. “As a matter of fact, if it’s hard for too long without getting relief, it starts to hurt.”

She took a moment to consider the new information. “So it hurts if yew git hard an’ cain’t cum, but if yew use it too much, it hurts then too?”

“That’s about right, sugar”, I replied with a chuckle. “Think of it like the Three Bears; too little playtime is bad and too much playtime is bad. The happy medium is riiiiiiggghht in the middle.”

“Hmm ... I s’pose ‘at makes sense. My coochie’s kinda th’ same way, I reckon. Only gittin’ in cold water don’t make it no better fer me. Jus’ makes me shiver all over while my pussy itches.”

Finishing my smoke, I said, “Let’s go back inside and see what everybody’s up to.” As if escorting her on a fancy date, I offered my arm and she took it. We strolled that way back to the family room, finding Shawna sitting by herself, we heard moans coming from a nearby room.

“Aint Gladys said ‘er pussy’s still a might sore, but she had th’ itch, so her an’ Momma said they was gonna hep each other over in my room”, Shawna explained. “They tol’ me I could join ‘em, but I was waitin’ fer yew, Unca Jim.” A faint blush appeared on her face and upper chest while she locked eyes with me.

As much as any man would love to have two petite, busty teens competing for his time, I wanted to avoid any consternation between the two teen sisters, so I said, “You know what I’d really like to see right now?” Both girls shook their heads. “I’d love to watch you two help each other cum. You two take the sofa and I’ll sit in that chair right next to it. I want to watch how you make each other feel good when I’m not around.”

The girls looked at each other giggling, then shrugged and Angel fell onto her sister as they wrapped around each other, breast to breast, kissing deeply. My dick was still a bit shriveled from the cold creek water, but it quickly began to respond.

These girls wasted very little time with preliminaries. The kissing only lasted a minute or so before Angel began working her way down her sister’s body and latched onto her right breast, sucking Shawna’s F-cup tit meat so hard, I was sure she’d have hickies afterward. Once Angel had temporarily satisfied herself with Shawna’s boobs, she dove further south – straight at her sister’s shaved mound.

There were now moans from all four women clearly audible in the house. Shawna’s were loud and clear while Angel’s moans were muted at that moment, since she was grunting into Shawna’s twat. I knew from experience the louder noises coming from down the hall were Gladys’, so Sherry must have been busy clam-digging also.