Chapter 8

Saturday, November the thirtieth came and went, normally, by most observations. Mirriam went to Prudence’s in the morning, and stayed until afternoon. She came home then, to spend a little time with her family. She seemed distracted, but the girls were used to that now. Any time she spent time at Prudence’s, particularly if Ted was there too, which was every Saturday now, Mamma seemed a little distracted when she got home. Bev and Flo had their suspicions as to why she was so distracted, but kept them to themselves.

“Where’s Bobby?” she asked, when she came in.

“He’s putting the blade on the tractor,” said Susie, who was playing Scrabble with Matilda and Betty. “Bev is spending the day with Bill ... again!” She stressed the last word. “Why?”

“I just need to talk to him,” said Mirriam, frowning.

“He’s in the barn,” said Susie, who went back to the game.

Mirriam hadn’t asked about Flo, who was, in fact, in the midst of being firmly and thoroughly kissed by Bobby, in the barn. She pushed him away, panting, when he rubbed her butt through her jeans.

“You’re trying to get in my panties again,” she moaned.

“Desperately.” He grinned.

“I know you’re doing it with some of those women you work for!” she said, slapping at him.

“I know you want me to do it with you,” he said, grinning wider. “That’s why you won’t go out with any guys.”

“I won’t go out with any guys because there aren’t any guys I’m interested in going out with,” she said, using circular logic. “That doesn’t mean I want to stop being a virgin. Rubbing is enough for me.” She backed up, as he took a step toward her. In fact, she was painfully aware of how easy it would be to let his prick slip into her slippery pussy while she rubbed on him. She’d been having dreams about it, recently.

“I need a three quarters inch bolt,” said Bobby. “It has to be six inches long, at least,” he said. “I also need a lock washer and nut. You think you can find one in the tool shed?”

“If it will keep me a virgin a little longer, I’ll find it!” she teased.

She went out one door of the barn, as Mirriam came in another.

“Bobby?” she called out.

“Over here,” he called back, standing up from attaching one strut of the four foot wide blade to the three point hitch of the tractor.

“I need to talk to you,” she said.

“Just talk?” he teased. She’d let him have her four more times, since that day after the twins were born. She was always passionate beyond belief as she lunged up to meet his thrusts. He had some understanding of why Joe couldn’t keep away, all those years ago.

“This is serious,” she said, coming around the corner.

He swept her into his arms, and kissed her soundly. Her hands scrabbled at him, initially, but then she went limp and hugged him, kissing him back.

“Now that,” he said, when their lips broke apart, “was serious.” He slid a hand to cup one breast, and felt for the nipple.

“What?” her eyes were slightly out of focus.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he breathed, into her ear.

“I left it at Pru’s,” she sighed, as he found the nipple and pinched it.

“Ted just took care of you ... and you need more?” he teased, sliding his hand up under her shirt, to grasp her naked breast.

“Stop!” she moaned. “I think I’m pregnant.”

Florence found the bolt easily. The lock washer was easy too, but a nut that fit took a little while. She dumped the coffee can of nuts and finally found one that turned onto the end of the bolt.

She entered the barn to hear her mother’s voice say: “Stop! I think I’m pregnant.”

For reasons not really clear, Flo stopped, and remained silent. She crept forward, to peek around the corner, where she saw her mother and brother standing, in an embrace. She saw Bobby’s hand... under her mother’s blouse! She held her breath as she saw her mother’s left breast move and wiggle, and realized it was his hand she was seeing move.

“How do you feel about that?” asked Bobby.

“How should I feel about it?” moaned the woman. “It could be yours, Bobby!”

Florence almost let out the gasp, but got her hand over her mouth so that it only leaked out of her nose, instead.

“It could be Ted’s too,” said Bobby.

“Of course it could be Ted’s,” Flo heard he mother moan. “But it could be yours too!”

“I hope it’s mine,” said Bobby, as if he’d only said something like, “I’d like a nice piece of pie about now.”

Florence felt dizzy. The bolt slipped, in her fingers, and she concentrated on holding it tighter, so it wouldn’t drop, and make a noise.

“How can you say that?” wailed their mother.

“Because I love you,” he said. “I love making love to you, and if I were able to put a little baby in you, I’d love that too.”

“How many babies do you want?” whined Mirriam. “You’ve already got four or five ... six or seven for all I know!”

“Joe gave you seven,” said Bobby, so quietly that Flo had to lean forward to hear him.

“I don’t need another baby!” she moaned.

“Do you want to keep this baby?”

“That’s not fair, Bobby. It could be yours. I could never give this baby to anybody else.”

“Then if you’re pregnant, I’ll help you raise it,” he said.

“Ohhhhh, what am I going to do with you?” groaned Mirriam. “How did I let things get so far out of hand?”

“Personally,” said Bobby, “I think it’s because you have a horny streak in you.” He laughed, and then kissed her ... right on the lips ... just like he kissed Bev ... and Linda ... and Constance ... and, thought Flo, something fluttering wildly in her belly ... herself.

Flo felt like she might explode. She backed up, trying to be careful, and hurry at the same time. She managed to get outside before her knees gave out, and she sat down in the dirt. The bolt rolled into the dust, as her fingers let it go. Bobby had fucked their mother! Something twisted in her mind. Her mother had let Bobby fuck her! She knew, deep in her heart, that it couldn’t possibly have happened unless her mother had allowed it... welcomed it. And there was Ted to think about too! Her mother was letting two men fuck her, and one of them had made her pregnant!

Flo moaned. Her own feelings came into perspective. She had that horny streak in her too ... the one she’d gotten from her mother ... the one that she felt, deep in her bones, would mean that she too, would end up pregnant. She thought of the last time she had ridden Bobby’s penis. It had spurted on his belly, and she had rubbed her pussy through it, having a wild, crazy orgasm. It had been so warm and slippery. She had loved the hot feeling, as her clitty thanked her for doing this wonderful thing.

She suddenly felt like running away from home. She didn’t want to be pregnant. Not yet. Maybe some day, but not yet. Her mind twisted again, as she realized she had just admitted that, some day, she might want Bobby to impregnate her! She couldn’t think of any other man doing that. She didn’t know another man she’d even let touch her, much less do that!

Her eyes fell on the bolt. He’d sent her after it, and if she didn’t return, he’d come find her. Panic that she hadn’t felt since that first disturbing kiss from Bobby’s lips, washed over her. Adrenaline rushed into her bloodstream. She leapt to her feet and grabbed the bolt on the way. Running as if wolves were after her, she tore back into the barn. She approached Bobby and her mother, who were standing apart, now, talking quietly, and thrust the bolt into his hands.

“There!” she yelled. “I have to go!” She ran pell mell from the barn, heading for the house. No, he could find her there. She altered course, and headed for the lane, leading to the gravel road, that went to the blacktop.

She made it two miles before she had to stop and walk.

“What in the world is wrong with her?” asked Mirriam.

Bobby frowned. He’d seen Flo act like this before.

“I think she may have heard us talking,” he said.

Mirriam paled. “Oh no! What if she heard...?”

“She’s going to find out sooner or later,” said Bobby. “I’d better go after her.”

“Where did she go?” asked a confused Mirriam.

“I don’t know, but I need to find her,” said Bobby.

“Why?” cried his mother.

“Because she’s scared,” he said. “She wants things she knows she shouldn’t have, and if she heard you, she’s putting herself in your shoes right now.”

“Go on then,” said his mother. “We can talk later.”

He checked the house first. The twins and Susie said they hadn’t seen her. He went back outside, and looked at the road. He could barely see her, running hard down the gravel, toward the blacktop. She’d already made a mile, in just six or seven minutes.

He hopped in his car, and drove after her.

She heard the crunch of gravel under tires as she stepped foot on the black top. She turned, and her heart sank as she saw Bobby’s car. She didn’t have anything left in her. She was gasping for breath, and had a stitch in her side. When had it gotten this hard to run?

It was fruitless. He’d caught her. He’d take her back, and strip her naked, and then he’d push that monster prick up in her and make her pregnant.

She heard the door slam, and stood, waiting, looking at the ground.

“You okay?” he asked.

“No,” she panted.

“Come back to the house,” he said.

“No!” she shouted.

“We can get through this, Flo,” he said softly.

“I don’t ... want ... to be ... pregnant!” she panted.

“Then you won’t be,” he said. He sounded so reasonable.

“Yes!” she said explosively. “You’ll do it.”

“Not unless you want that, Flo,” he insisted.

She whirled. “I do!” she screamed. “Don’t you get it?” She subsided, panting again.

“No, you don’t,” he said, maddeningly. “If you did, you wouldn’t be all upset.”

“You got mamma pregnant!” she gasped.

“Maybe,” he said.

“Did she want that?”

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“Didn’t you ask her?!”

“It didn’t exactly come up,” he said.

“Then the same thing would happen to me,” she moaned.

“No, it won’t,” he insisted. “I won’t make love to you ... or if I do, you can go on the pill.”

She crumpled. “I need you, Bobby,” she whined.

“I know, baby,” he said softly. “I need you too.”

“You do?”

“I love you, Flo. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can’t stop,” she moaned. “But I’m so scared!”

“We’ll talk to Mamma. We’ll get you on birth control pills.”

“I can’t tell her,” cried Flo. “She’ll throw me out of the house!”

“She’s pregnant, Flo,” he reminded her. “Maybe by me. She’s not going to throw anybody out of the house.”

It took him thirty minutes, after he caught up with her to talk her into the car. Three other cars passed them on the blacktop while he cajoled her. All slowed down, but went on when Bobby waved at them. He finally succeeded by telling her to get in the back. By the time they got back to the house she had calmed. That lasted only until Mirriam came out and stood on the porch, looking worried.

The little girl in Flo that resisted growing up took over, and she rushed into her mother’s arms. Mirriam took her straight to her room, and closed the door. She left it to Bobby to make sure no one bothered them.

They stayed in there for an hour and a half.

When they emerged, it was obvious that both of them had been crying. The tears were gone, and Flo was acting more or less normal. Mirriam looked worn, but her eyes pinned on Bobby. Without a word, he got up and walked to her room and sat on the bed, waiting for her.

The only vitriol she expressed was a single sentence: “Your own sisters?! Are you insane!?” But her own indiscretions robbed her of the kind of anger that would have caused a serious rift. That and her understanding of just how alluring Bobby could be. She mourned, for a bit, the innocence of her daughters, but then reason told her they wouldn’t have remained innocent under any circumstances. At least he wasn’t fucking them. That much she was pretty certain of. Flo had been adamant about that. And, at least the three youngest hadn’t fallen into the trap. Not yet, anyway.

It didn’t help that he had little, if any remorse. That caused a peculiar sensation in Mirriam. He made it quite clear that, if he was the one who had put life in her womb again, that he would be proud. That was difficult for a woman to be upset about ... that a man wanted her that much ... loved her that much ... claimed her that much. His lack of remorse for his sisters was couched in a different way. He said, simply, that they’d do it anyway, and at least if they were doing it with him, he could control how dangerous things got. Her talk with Flo had confirmed that. Flo had described how Bev had wanted to be more and more intimate, but that Bobby had steadfastly refused to enter her, even when she begged for only a little.