Chapter 439: Girls Will Be Boys

Time to show the boys around here that Terry isn’t the only girl who can hold her own with guys.

Ellen came back with Terry looking much worse for wear.

“I promise. I didn’t do it. That little jerk thought he was going to show Terry that she was only a girl,” Ellen said. “When I got done with him, he looked much worse than she does. How does something that stupid manage to survive?”

“Because we are humans and not animals, Ellen,” I told her.

Terry may not mind being naked at my house with her brothers around, but when I took her up to clean her up, she screamed for them to get out. I was here, and she would be fine.

She mostly had scratches and needed me to help stretch out her muscles that tightened up when she fell.

Some guy here didn’t much like that Terry could outthrow, outrun, and do pretty much everything better than him. He saw her running toward him with Ellen, so he picked up a two-by-four from the stack crews used to build a deck on his house. Him trying to make it look like an accident, the dick swung it right at Terry’s stomach from where the jerk hid behind a tall hedge. He lived at the top of a hill, and when Terry got hit, she ended up rolling down it because she had the wind knocked out of her. He would have gotten Ellen, too, if she hadn’t been climbing over the hedge to jump him as soon as she saw the two-by-four moving.

“I didn’t cut him, but I wanted to. I was worried about Terry because she was in a ball at the bottom of the hill and not moving much. He was a bit too big to do what I wanted, but I did leave him naked and hog-tied ten feet in the air from a board on the deck,” Ellen told me.

Terry added, “We went by so I could criticize his little dick, small brain, and tell him that he got his ass kicked by my eleven-year-old cousin. All his family, buddies helping on the deck, and people from his neighborhood all heard me tell him because he had been screaming like a scared little kid for help. When Ellen almost seemed to appear perched on the board over him magically, he pissed and shit himself. I don’t know where the knife came from or where it went, but she cut the ropes to make him drop in his pile of crap. Ellen scared the shit out of everyone there when she told him he had better treat me like a queen, well one that is a tomboy, or she would come here just to do what she wanted to do before.”

“Hey, his dick would have only had scars on it that didn’t keep him from getting hard,” Ellen countered.

“Ok, you two, let me get Terry checked out already,” I said.

She was more scratched up than anything else. Terry would have some bruises on her stomach from the board, but that was pretty much it. After soaking in a tub of hot water for an hour, she was ready to find a baseball game somewhere.

Terry is pissed too.

Terry got Ellen a glove and showed Ellen how to use it. Ellen said she could catch a ball without one. Terry explained that it would mess with the boys. My cousins found Ellen some of the boy’s clothes she could borrow since they were about the same size anyway. A loose t-shirt and a pair of the boy’s shorts made the boys look more like a girl than her since Ellen liking short hair.

We headed down to the park, and there was a group of boys wanting to have a pickup game of baseball but needed more players. They were happy to see Terry’s brothers, but not so much Terry.

“Don’t even start. I’m not going to play. I’m too old to play with little boys now, so I’m going to watch you guys play,” she said.

To Ellen, they said, still having no clue that she was a girl, that she would have to cover the outfield until some others got here. She said that was fine, so off everyone went. As it seems to be some sort of male bonding or hazing, the pitcher lobbed the ball over the plate so the guy hitting would send it into the outfield.

Why do you think she didn’t mind being in the outfield alone?

The boys had grown up playing ball with Terry, so they barely noticed when Ellen threw the ball hard and fast to the person closest to a base where a runner headed. I think she was throwing a little hotter than Terry did even as she got older. When it was her turn up to bat, she struck out, at least the first time. Watching it from closer in let her see it was not much different from rocks with a stick, except someone else was throwing the stones. After not trying to guess where the second ball Ellen knocked the shit out of went, the guys on the team asked if she would keep a lookout while they went swimming.

Skinny-dipping. I was a guy, and Terry skinny-dipped with them most of their lives.

On the way to the well-hidden pond, the guys talked to Ellen and asked if she lived close. They could use her on their little league team to crush their competition.

“Too bad that you don’t live around here,” one of the guys said as his lightly fuzzed nuts came into view. “I bet you would be a terror on the football field after seeing how fast you got to balls hit into the outfield.”

Terry was facing the shrubs, like most of the boys were doing, so the boys here didn’t see her naked at first.

“I think I would love to play football once my father quits driving all over the place and teaches me,” she said as she turned around. “So, they let girls play baseball and football here? I thought Terry said they didn’t.”

And there go the head and bodies turning around to see that Ellen was indeed a girl. Up go the flagpoles.

She went around and checked out each dick, ignoring when one came while she was touching it since Ellen was out of the firing line.

“I thought we were going swimming. You said you saw Terry naked all the time when you swam here. I played with your ding-dongs because you got hard when you saw me naked, so what is the big deal? I don’t have anything different.”

She happened to be jacking off two boys around her age when she said it and didn’t even seem to notice until one grabbed her hand to stop her. He had gotten off, and it was too sensitive now.

“Sorry,” Ellen apologized. “It never used to get like that when I rubbed between my legs, but when my boobs popped out last week, now it almost hurts if I try to keep going once it feels good.”

Ellen was sorry and pulled the boy into a tight skin-on-skin hug. When he got hard, almost instantly, she broke the hug, giggled, and then grabbed the boy to throw him into the water. She dove right in after him. He made the mistake of trying to dunk her only to find she was as slippery as an eel when wet. The other boys got over themselves and jumped in as well.

Terry leaned over and whispered, “The boys know better than to not check before stripping. Only half the Girl Scout troop had enough time to get out of sight before the boys saw them. The girls were just about to get in the pond. From the looks on their faces, they saw Ellen jack all the boys off like she was in a barn talking away while milking a cow. There is only one way for the girls to get to their clothes. I don’t even know how she got my brothers to pop off in less than a minute. They can’t do that when speed stroking with lubricant.”

“This is going to be funny. Too bad we can’t get a video of it because the kids are all naked,” I whispered back.

Terry pulled out her phone and started recording.

I, almost silently, slipped out around behind the girls and started down the path to where they were hiding.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING! ARE YOU SPYING ON THE BOYS SWIMMING? WHY ARE ALL YOU GIRLS NAKED?” I yelled out loud enough that the boys, and Ellen, stopped playing in the water. “I OUGHT TO SPANK YOUR BARE BUTTS!”

Between the boys in the water and a big man coming up fast behind them, the girls chose the boys. They ran off full speed for the pond and dove in, except for one. She wore glasses, but they were over with her clothes. The girl tripped over a root, slammed into a rock, then a tree, and ended up on the ground. She got back up, and she didn’t get very far into the blackberry bushes when I managed to grab her.

“Hey. Stop fighting already. You were already scratched up and bleeding before you ran into the blackberry bushes,” I said, holding her around the stomach with her butt against my hip so she couldn’t kick me in the balls. “I’m Terry’s cousin David. We saw you girls peeking in, and Terry said your clothes were across the pond. It was just too tempting to scare you girls. You getting hurt isn’t funny.”

“Put me down!” she demanded.

I just started walking over to where Terry was sitting near the boy’s and Ellen’s clothes as I told her, “No. You have a gash on your foot that may need stitches, and I’m not about to get who knows what in the wound. We need to wash that out first to see how bad it is. You have some deep scratches too. One looks to have cut across your right tit right across your nipple. I don’t think it will scar, but we need to get the dirt out of it. It is my fault you got hurt, even though you should have had your glasses on, so I’m going to make sure you are ok.”

“I’m naked,” she softly.

I replied, “So are all the other girls, except for Terry. I’m not getting naked if that is what you were going for by telling me what I already saw.”

She relaxed and said, “Oh, yeah. You sort of saw it all even if I don’t have much to see yet.”

“I’ve seen so many naked girls and women that I wasn’t looking at your body that way. I was only checking for things like the cut on your foot, not all the dirt that turned to mud,” I explained. “You may have to go to the hospital or urgent care to have that foot stitched up. We won’t know until we get it cleaned up.”

The girl, Rachael, tensed up when I said hospital or urgent care. The rock had cut a gash from her big toe to her heel. I could tell right off that it needed stitches. Terry said what I was thinking.

“Rachael, you did it to yourself this time. No getting out of going getting that sewn up. Let David get the rest of you cleaned up, ok, and then he will take you. He is the cousin I’ve told you about a lot of times. Believe me. If there were any way to hide it, I would ensure your parents didn’t find out. Don’t freak out, ok. Shit happens, Rachael. It isn’t like you aren’t a clutz. Your parents already know that,” Terry told her.

“But I can’t go there naked,” Rachael said.

I whistled to get Ellen’s attention, pointed to Rachael, and yelled, “Get Rachael’s stuff. Be careful with her glasses. They are fragile.”

“She will get everything wet,” Rachael said, starting to panic.

Ellen popped up next to us about thirty seconds later and said, “Get what wet? Didn’t you know you could use the big tree’s branches as steps to get down in that place you girls hid your clothes? It is way easier than going all the way around on the path. You need to get that foot sewn up. I don’t see any plants or trees that my father, not David, who is my adopted dad, is around to make the glue stick it back together. I never cut my foot, though.”

Before Rachael could object, I had her in the water up to her neck. I began rubbing my hands all over her body to get the dirt off her. She didn’t have any dirt on or inside her anywhere now. I got her out, most of the water off her, and dressed. Rachael winced when her bra touched the cut across her tit.

“You have to wear it, or it will get blood on your shirt, causing them to strip you to check you out. The scratches will have scabs by then. David will bring you back to my house once you get patched up, but maybe not directly,” Ellen said. “He can be in the room with you, and they won’t question him being there more than once.”

I carried Rachael as the place in my head told me all about an urgent care place that didn’t ask questions when you are paying cash. I called ahead to tell them about her foot. They said they had no patients waiting, so they would get her right in. I signed her in as a fourteen-year-old Jane Doe.

The nurse that came in took one look at Rachael and said, “There is only one place anywhere around here that has that grey and pink dirt, with blackberry bushes. I see the scratches going under your shorts and your shirt. David here already saw you naked, so don’t try to say you weren’t up skinny dipping. Get out of those clothes and let me clean you up before I take that shirt off your foot, and it starts leaking blood everywhere. David bringing you here means you are in deep shit if your parents found out where you were.”

I helped the nurse use something that took the light scab off the scratches so she could clean them out before rubbing something over them to make them clot almost instantly.

“This is going to hurt, so scream whatever you want as loud as you want,” the nurse told her.

I laughed and said, “Rachael hasn’t felt anything from the knee down. I saw how bad it was and did a nerve block that numbed her up. Do you think she would be sitting here this calmly otherwise?”

Not quite believing me, the nurse poked in the calf with a needle. Not a response. She started cleaning out the deep gash as Rachael told me all about why she didn’t want her parents to find out. It wasn’t even anything much. Now they would be pissed about her skinny dipping, like any other parent, because boys could show up and rape her, which was valid. No, they were already super over-protective of her anyway. What happened to her foot would make them not let her go out of the house without them until school started again. Her being a clutz caused them to overact when she gets a bruise. It wasn’t like she had medical issues like hemophilia. Her only health problem was being blind as a bat.

The doctor came in, looked her foot over, and started sewing it up. He had her done and bandaged up in about an hour.

“You have the highest pain tolerance of anyone I’ve ever seen, Miss Doe. Are you on something?” he asked.

I reached over to pinch the right places to block pain and the feeling from his left arm. I tapped his elbow with the rubber thing to test reflexes and got no response. He poked his hand with a needle, and it caused him to bleed. Now he wasn’t able to move his arm. He just looked amazed.