Chapter 2

Gladys gave directions as we drove toward her sister’s house and I quietly enjoyed the sunny beginning of the day. Though there were a few times she had to remind me to watch where I was driving. You have to understand that the roads were consistently awful; mostly dirt, rutted out, sometimes just big potholes of old rain water. And with every bump, her huge bosom would begin wobbling again. A couple times, the jarring movement of the truck on the rutted road was so severe she had to use both hands to hold her boobs from bouncing up to hit her in the chin. With that display in the passenger seat, it wasn’t easy for me to keep my eyes on the road.

Soon enough, we drove up gravel driveway toward a sizable cabin. The exterior did not appear as weathered and worn as Gladys’ house, and it was quite a big larger.

“This is the house my Pa built fer my Ma ‘fore they had kids. ‘Fore Pa died, he lef’ the house to Momma. Then, she lef’ it t’ Sherry ‘cause I was ‘bout t’ get married an’ move into my husban’s house. Plus, she’s younger’n me an’ they reckoned she’d need more hep in life.

Now it’s jus’ the two o’ us girls, plus her two young’uns. There’s Shawna - I tol’ ya ‘bout her, she’s 16. And then Angel ... well, she’s jus’ a lil’ darlin’. She ain’t got her first monthly yet and it’s a big ‘ol argument if anybody brangs it up. But I keep tellin’ her that I was a late bloomer jus’ like her. Hell, I didn’ get my firs’ period ‘til I was almos’ 13! But she gets embarrassed ‘bout it. Just so ya’ know not t’ brang it up.”

I pulled up just short of the steps to the front porch and parked the truck. “Thanks for the heads-up” I said. “Let me come around your side of the truck to help you out, and you can lead the way.”

“Such a gentleman” she smiled and blew me a kiss.

From the side of the house, a spritely young girl appeared. “Hey!” she yelled, “Ain’t no strangers ‘llowed to be here! This here’s private propur-tee! You best git ‘fore my mama brangs th’ shotgun!”

At that point, Gladys stepped out of the truck and the child’s demeanor changed quickly. “Hey there Aint Gladys! I didn’ know ya’ll had a truck. Who’s this feller?”

Gladys spoke to the child. “Angel, I’d like yew t’ meet Mr. Jim Summers. This is his truck. I met ‘im yesterdee and he’s heppin’ me wi’ some thangs. Jim, this here’s Angel.”

The little tomboy-ish girl approached me openly and offered her hand to shake. “Well, if my Aint Gladys sez yew a’ight, then I s’pose yer welcome here.” She grinned.

“Momma an’ Shawna’s inside. Momma’s heppin’ Shawna wi’ her pussy itch.” she said. So matter-of-fact and naturally that you’d have thought she was talking about cleaning dishes.

“Momma said Shawna gets real worked up and sometimes cain’t rub her pussy enough t’ make it stop itchin’. So she heps her wi’ it a couple times a day.”

I turned to Gladys with a questioning look. Trying to telepathically ask her “What the fuck? Why didn’t you give me a heads-up about that?” She met my stare with a smile and a shrug.

Angel continued, “ ... but they make a’ awful racket when they do that; hollerin and swearing t’ Jesus an’ whatnot. So I just come out here to chase for june bugs. Mr. Jim, did yew know ya’ if ya’ catch one of ‘em, ya tie a strang on its leg and it’ll fly around? Like havin’ yer own kite tha’s a bug. Neat, huh?”

Now that Angel was apparently done talking about the sex life of her teenaged sister, I felt the saliva return to my mouth long enough to answer her. “I did not know that, Angel. If you catch one, will you show me how to do that?”

“Why shore, Mr. Jim! Anyway, I don’ s’pose Momma would want yew goin’ in the house right now, seein’s she ain’ met ya before and she’s prolly nekkid wi’ Shawna. But Aint Gladys can go on in, she done seen ‘em like ‘at hunnerds a times ‘fore.”

I turned to Gladys with as much aplomb as I could muster in the moment. “I’ll just wait out here with Angel for a while.” With that, Gladys climbed the front porch steps and stepped into the house, the sound of muffled moans and sighs escaping in the short time before she closed the door behind her.

Suddenly, I head a gasp and looked down to Angel, who was pointing at my crotch. “Mr. Jim, yer pants is movin’! Are yew gettin’ a stiffie?”

My face reddened quickly and I realized she was right. I stuffed one hand in the pocket of my khakis, trying to rearrange myself so it wouldn’t be so obvious, but that only seemed to further her curiosity.

“Can I see it? Please? I ain’t never seen one ‘fore.” Angel said. “Momma talks ‘bout stiffies all th’ time, tellin’ me an’ Shawna that ever man has a peenus an’ we gotta be careful ‘cause they’s men that would take ‘vantage of us if they got a chance. But I ain’t never seen one ever. Can I see yers? Purty pleeeease?”

Just then, I heard Gladys’ voice, “Angel! Leave Jim alone!” as she exited to the house to the porch and closed the door again, I sighed with relief. “I done tol’ yew a hunnerd times ya’ ain’t old ‘nough t’ be playing with no boy parts!”

“But Aint Gladys...” she whined, “I jes wanna see it. I ain’t never seen one ‘fore.”

“No! And tha’s the final word. Yew know the rules, Angel. After yew hit pew-burty, then yew’ll be ‘llowed to look at ‘em. And yew ain’t ‘llowed t’ touch ‘em ‘til quite a while after that. So jus’ cool yer horses an’ wait on yer time like the rest o’ us did.”

“Fine...” Angel pouted, “I just wanted t’ look...” she muttered under her breath.

Gladys continued “‘Sides, yew know if yer pussy starts t’ itchin’ yew can always play wi’ other girls, or yer momma, or yer sister. It feels real fine, Angel.”

Angel crinkled her nose in disgust “I don’ wanna touch nobody’s down there parts. An’ my pussy is jus’ fine, thank you.”

Gladys smiled and wrapped the child in the tight embrace of her own prodigious bosom, “That’s fine, Angel. Yew’ll find that there ain’t no need to hurry these thangs.” When she released the child from the hug, Angel waved to both of us and ran around the side of the house again, content to chase june bugs.

At this point, Gladys turned her attention to me and said “Sorry, I didn’t thank to tell ya’ ‘bout how us girls deal wi’ them pussy itches. It’s just a natural ever-day thang to us now and I didn’t thank nothin’ ‘bout it.”

“It’s not a big problem,” I replied. “But since I wasn’t ready for it, the sexually charged situation caused my dick to stiffen in front of Angel. That’s not right at all.”

Gladys was quick to say “It’s purfec’ly fine, handsome, yew kept her dick in yer pants, like a gentleman. She didn’ see nothin’ that she wouldn’ see jus’ walkin’ roun’ town. An’ that’s how it should be. Least ‘til she’s old ‘nough to find her own fella.”

“Now, yew and me can relax on the porch fer a minute while Sherry an’ Shawna get dressed. They was almos’ finished when I went in there a while ago. Shouldn’ be too much longer. Did yew brang yer water tester thang and that tester shot yew made las’ night?”

“Yes, it’s all in the truck” I replied, and eased into one of the several rocking chairs on the porch to light a cigarette. Thankfully, my erection had eased over the last few minutes, so I hoped I’d be able to meet Gladys’ remaining relatives without embarrassing myself.

Gladys and I passed the time enjoying the mid-morning atmosphere; the sunlight leaking through the tall trees, the sounds of the mockingbirds and jays ... the unheard thrum of nature where there are no city noises to interrupt it. Soon enough, a woman came onto the porch from the house, still panting a bit and arranging her hair.

“Hello, I’m Sherry, yew must be Jim Summers” she walked toward me with both arms outstretched, apparently waiting for a hug.

What I should have noticed first was that she looked like a slightly younger version of Gladys, with lighter hair; more of a sandy blonde color than Gladys’ chestnut brown.

Instead, what I noticed was her wobbling, jiggling breasts, barely contained by a mid-thigh length house dress. They appeared to be identical in size to Gladys’ hefty pair.

Gladys quickly said, “Oh yeah, Jim. I should’a tol’ ya’ that yew ain’t a stranger here, since ya’ know me. Only strangers get hand-shakes, ever-body else gets hugs. ‘Cept for Angel, ‘course. She’s still a young-un’ an’ she really shouldn’t be huggin’ on nobody but family.”

With my dick slowing inflating, I stood and let Sherry embrace me with a full, tight hug – her monstrous mammaries pushing into me, flattening against my abs down to all the way past my dick – and everything in between!

“Whoo, Lord, Gladys!” Sherry whooped. “Yew weren’t kiddin’! He’s got a hawg in them pants, don’t he?”

Gladys stood and separated the hug. “That’s enough o’ that fer now, Sherry. I tol’ yew that we got important stuff to talk over. Maybe when we’r’ done I’ll let ya’ get friendlier wi’ Jim’s pecker, but that’ll hafta wait.”

Sherry pushed her lower lip out in a pouty fashion and groaned with unmet need. “Fine. Ya’ll c’mon in, Shawna should be dressed by now. I’ll make us a pot o’ coffee an’ yew can tell me wha’s so danged import’nt.” With that, Gladys and I followed Sherry into the house.

Inside, Sherry introduced me to her older daughter, Shawna. An absolute teen beauty queen. That kind of smooth but tight skin you can only see on teenagers, with a slender, colt-ish body to match her frame – which was no more 5’5”. And she had something else I’ve always loved about teen girls; a narrow ass that looked like it would bounce a silver dollar off it. Her hips had only barely begun to widen.

While I was doing my best not to stare, Gladys said “See? I tol’ ya she was only a C cup, didn’ I?”

“Yes, you did say that” I agreed.

But Shawna’s figure didn’t NEED bigger breasts, they fit her shape so well, I was beginning to feel remorse for offering to enhance her bustline. She looked great the way she was.

Since I didn’t voice my reservations, Gladys began to explain, in her own words, what we’d found the day before. Occasionally, she would look to me to offer additional details or scientific names. But for the most part, she nailed it.

Then she told Shawna about the experiment, how she could help and what it might mean for her.

“So wait. Yer tellin’ me Aint Gladys was right ‘bout the water?”

I answered “It looks possible, yes. But we won’t know for sure without the testing Gladys mentioned.”

“So ya’ll wanna gimme a shot in th’ arm and then wait t’ see if my titties get bigger again?” Shawna asked. “What should I do, Momma?”

“Honey, it’s up t’ yew. Yer a grow’d woman now. Yew can make yer own mind up. But all’s I know is yew ain’t never stopped bitchin’ that yer boobs stopped a-growin’ ‘fore them other girls yer age.”

“Momma, they didn’ stop growing firs’, they jus’ didn’ get as big as ‘em other girls’ did. It ain’t fair.”

Her mother reached across the table and patted her on the hand, “I know, honey. I know yew wanted big titties like mine an’ yer Aint Gladys. But maybe Jesus jus’ had other plans fer ya’, honey.”

“Momma, that’s a bunch of horseshit and yew know it. But if Aint Gladys says Mr. Jim can make my titties grown again, then I’mma let ‘im try.”

I interjected “Now listen here, Shawna. I can’t guarantee that this will work. It’s an experiment to see if my theories are true and sometimes experiments don’t go the way we hope. But we won’t know if it’ll work until we try it. I can say that I don’t believe there’s anything dangerous to worry about. Based on what we already know, I believe the test is safe.”

“So what do you need me t’ do?” Shawna asked.

Gladys answered “Just let Jim give you a shot in yer arm. We’ll wait a couple days and see if there’s any change. Ain’t that right, Jim?”

“That’s about all there is to it” I answered.

“Well then, lemme get this shirt off so’s you can gimme a good poke, Mr. Jim.” she said with a devilish grin.

“Careful now, honey” her mom said. “I tol’ yew ‘fore ‘bout teasin’ boys and the trouble’ll get ya.”

Shawna rolled her eyes as she unbuttoned the old work shirt she wore. “Yes, momma.”

I did my best to avoid fidgeting in my seat when the teen removed the shirt and bared her braless self to the whole table. Not even noon yet and my dick was getting a workout exercise going from flaccid to iron hard, back to flaccid, and back and forth – several times today already. But my hands didn’t shake too much and I was able to administer the shot to her upper left arm, straight into the tissue, much like one might administer an insulin shot.

As I disposed of the hypodermic needle and began putting my test kit away, I noticed that Shawna hadn’t made a move to put her shirt back on. Gladys noticed my puzzlement and asked “Sorry, Jim. Does it make you uncumftr’ble fer Shawna t’ be like ‘at? I can make ‘er put ‘er shirt back on if ya want.”

“ ... hmm? ... wha?” I responded from my stupor.

“Does it make yew uncumftr’ble? Yew want ‘er t’ put ‘er shirt back on?”

“No!” I answered, a little too eagerly. “I mean, it’s their home. They should dress however they want.”

“Thank God!” said Sherry. “I been itchin’ t’ get outta this thang ever since Gladys said we had comp’ny.” She then stood and nonchalantly removed her house dress and sat back down.

“I see where this is headin’” said Gladys, with a smirk. At which point, she walked out to the front porch and called for Angel. “Angel! C’mere, honey!” When Angel rounded the corner, Gladys told her “Honey, why don’ you run on down t’ grocery an’ get us all some ice cold Co-Colas?” and handed her a $10 bill.

“Yay!” Angel squealed, and started jogging down the gravel driveway toward the main ‘road’. “And brang back my change!” Gladys yelled after her.

Gladys then walked back inside, closed the door and pulled her simple dress over her head while walking back to the table. I was now speechless, sitting at the table with three topless, stunning women. Gladys, who I had begun to think of as ‘mine’, her equally heavy-tittied younger sister, and Shawna, the 16-year-old knockout.

Gladys broke me out of my reverie, “I sent Angel to the grocery to get Co-Colas. That should take her almos’ an hour, soooo ... are yew jus’ gonna sit there staring an’ droolin’? Or are yew gonna join us, handsome?”

I reached for my belt and stood so fast that I knocked my chair across the room.

Gladys walked over and began helping me unbuckle my pants. “They’s only a coupl’a rules, okay?” she said. When I nodded, she continued. “Firs’, an’ this is important, yew cain’t put this big pecker in Shawna’s pussy. She’s still too small an’ it’d hurt ‘er. Okay?”

I nodded my understanding.

“Second, Sherry’s prolly gonna try to get yew to shoot yer jizz in her pussy. But yew cain’t do that, a’right? Ya’ll can fuck all ya want, but yer cum b’longs in my pussy firs’. Ever woman ‘round here wants a baby. But yer the firs’ man from outside town that anybody seen in a couple’a years and I found yew firs’, so I get the firs’ baby from ya’, unnerstan’?”