"The farmer_s daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cannon Jason)

CHAPTER FIVE

Rosebud rounded the corner of the stairs and took a few steps down the hall before she looked up. "It can't be! My God, Alma Mae, is that you?" she cried in that low, throaty voice that Alma remembered so well.

The younger girl ran down the hall and threw her arms around her sister. They had never been very close as sisters but, at that moment, after living in a house with just a man and a boy for so many months, Alma was happier to see Rosebud than anyone she could think of.

"Where's Aunt Gussie?" Alma exclaimed, her voice too loud, her face animated as she unconsciously became the girl that she really was.

"She stopped off to talk with Pa… alone for a while. They'll be along later."

"Come on in my room," Alma said, the excitement still in her voice. "I'll get dressed. Oh, it's so good to see you, Rosebud!"

"It's good to see you too, Alma Mae. Real good."

Rosebud preceded her sister down the hall and into their old room. As she moved, Alma studied her, noting how much she had changed. Her hair was shorter now but still as radiantly blonde as ever. It curled around her ears and her face, softly accenting the fine features and large, doe-like eyes. Her posture was different. She carried herself with more authority and style. She was already very tall and the platform shoes she wore added even more height to her tall figure. That and the carefully applied makeup seemed to add years of maturity and sophistication.

Another thing Alma noticed immediately was her figure. Rosebud was as thin as she remembered but now her body seemed to have a grace that Alma couldn't remember. Beneath the skin-tight dress her wide hips undulated, oozing a sexy quality that created envy in the eyes of her younger sister. The taut, smooth roll of her asscheeks told anyone that bothered to look that she wore no panties under the dress. Her tits were still small, but they too conveyed pure sex as they bralessly swayed and jiggled under the dress, their nipples making calculated projections in the satiny material.

Rather than just sit, Rosebud seemed to ooze onto the bed. Casually she fit a cigarette into a holder and lit it with a flourish. Looking around the room she said, "Jesus, the fucking place hasn't changed at all. Maybe a little cleaner." Alma had been gathering her clothes. Suddenly she stopped. In the heat of sexual passion, with Able or Rafer, she too had used such words. But it seemed strange to hear them bandied about without sex involved.

"Yeah," she said at last, "I guess the old place never will change."

"Where you goin'?" Rosebud asked as Alma started for the door.

"To change."

"Where?"

"In the bathroom," Alma said, her brows knitting quizzically.

"Why?"

"We're both girls, remember? Don't tell me since you've gotten tits you're shy. God, Alma Mae, if I had that body I wouldn't be ashamed of it. I'd probably put it on a billboard with a sign: 'lookee, lookee, but no touchee, touchee'." She threw her head back, the long line of her white throat rippling in a loud laugh.

"No… it's just… well, nothin'," Alma said, dropping her things on the bed and starting to dry herself beneath the towel without removing it.

"Besides I'd like to see just how much my sister has developed," Rosebud said, absently picking up Alma Mae's bra from the welter of clothes beside her on the bed. "Wow… you must be…" Rosebud said, examining the size on the bra and then looking up just as Alma dropped the towel and turned toward her. Her mammoth tit swayed and bounced with the movement. "No, you're not kiddin'," Rosebud said as her eyes fastened on Alma's tits. "Shit, girl, if I had tits like that I'd be a fuckin' movie star."

Alma reddened. She felt the flush start in her face and go all the way down her body, through her legs and tickle her toes.

Rosebud smiled, a low chuckle in her throat. "Don't blush, darlin'," she said. "Why you're beautiful. Those are the most beautiful jugs I've ever seen."

"Thank you," Alma mumbled, not knowing what else to say. As she finished patting herself dry she could feel Rosebud's eyes taking in her body, examining every fiber of well-toned muscle in her full figure. "We're sure missin' you, Rosebud. Pa and Able talk about you all the time, wonderin' how you were gettin' along."

"I'll bet they have."

Alma couldn't place it for sure but she thought she sensed a strong tone of sarcasm in Rosebud's voice. She shrugged it off as she started getting into her clothes. "How do you like Memphis?"

"Fantastic," Rosebud replied, "wonderful. We go somewhere nearly every night. And it's not like around here. Up there, when you go out, there's something to do, people to be with. And men. Alma I didn't know there were so many good-looking men in the world."

Alma thought about Rafer. She was sure none of Rosebud's boy friends could be any better looking than Rafer; they might be smarter and wiser in city ways but they couldn't be better looking. "Do you have a lot of boy friends?" she asked.

"A different one every night. If I can. And usually I can," Rosebud said, laughing with a certain smugness in her voice. "But every once in a while there's someone kind of special that lasts a little longer than the others. I've got one like that now… I call him 'Footlong'."

"What?" Alma said from the vanity as she brushed her hair in the mirror.

"Footlong," Rosebud replied. "I call him that 'cause his big fat prick's longer than my foot."

Alma dropped the brush.

Her sister had changed, and Alma couldn't decide whether it was for the better or the worse. She liked the open, forthright talk about sex. It excited her. But the casual attitude toward sex and her sexual partners that was so obvious in the tone of her voice somewhat dulled that excitement. Alma knew that she, herself, could never feel anything but warmth and tenderness toward a sexual partner.

"What's wrong?" Rosebud asked.

"What?" Alma replied.

"You dropped your brush."

"Oh."

The older girl studied her for a moment, her eyes dancing. And then she again started laughing when she realized Alma's discomfort. The girl's face turned an even brighter red.

"I'm sorry, Alma. I guess I am shocking you. But I've changed. I've changed a lot."

"I know," Alma said. "I… I guess I'm just not used to it. You were always so quiet and shy before. This is… well, it's something new to me."

"Yeah, I know. There was a reason for that. Maybe sometime I'll tell you about it. But I'm not any more. Gussie cured me of that. She showed me that all a man wants is pussy. So now I'm like her: all I want from a man is his cock, on my terms. I don't feel like fuckin' him but he wants it anyway then I get other rewards."

"Rewards?" Alma said.

"Never mind! But listen, Alma Mae, you can't be just wasting away. With a figure like that you must be havin' a little fun with some of the boys around here."

"A…" Alma stammered, reddening more.

"I knew it. C'mon tell me! Who is it?"

"Rafer Clooney."

"Come sit down! Here!" She patted the bed beside her. "Tell me all about him. Does he fuck you? How much cock does he have?"

In the following few minutes Alma Mae discovered she not only loved doing it, she loved talking about it. Particularly when she had someone like Rosebud to talk with about it. Someone who obviously loved fucking and sucking as much as she did, even if she was callous in her attitude about who she did it with.

"He sucks on my cunt and I fuck his cock with my mouth and everything, Rosebud. I never told you before but we were doin' a little of it last summer before you left. He tried to fuck me then too. Lots of times, but I guess my pussy was just too little or too tight. No matter what we did then he just couldn't get his cock inside me."

"You were? Last summer?" the older girl replied. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Why, I would have never, ever guessed."

Alma Mae went on to relate all of her sexual experiences with Rafer, including that morning in the bathtub. Rosebud asked, fascination in her eyes, about Rafer's cock. She wanted to know exactly how thick and how long it was. She even wanted to know how much bend it had when it was fully hard. Alma told her, in the most intricate detail, not only how it looked but how it felt in her ass, her cunt, and her mouth.

"You're lucky, Alma, believe me. It takes one hell of a lot of cock to make me feel that good," she said, and then looked up startled as if she had just understood what her younger sister had said. "You mean to tell me you're already taking it up the ass?"

Alma nodded. "And I love it." She almost added that Able had really taught her how to like it but she caught herself just in time. "Now tell me about Footlong!"

"Well it was really funny how it happened. I was at this party. It was in some rich guy's back yard. Gussie had been fucking the guy's father but he couldn't keep it up long enough at a time so she dumped him."

"You mean our Aunt Gussie?"

"Sure. Hey, there's a lot you don't know about Aunt Gussie. But that's another story. Do you wanna hear mine?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead!"

"There was a bunch of us in the pool just fooling around. None of the girls had their tops on an' most of them were built like you… I mean, zowie, out to here! Well, I got a little embarrassed and kept putting my arms over mine."

"Then all of a sudden this guy was behind me. He was riding one of those seahorses they have for the pool. You know, the kind they fill with air? Well, he put his arms around me and cupped my titties. At the same time he leans close to my ear an' tells me he likes my titties. He says when they're my size they're best because then you can get the whole hunk of tit in your mouth."

"Well, I tell him I don't agree. I say I wish I had big tits and I like big cocks. And you know what he says?"

"What," Alma said, hanging on every word, her mouth dropping open.

"He tells me he knows it. Not only that but he says he's heard that I got the cunt to handle big cock. Well, that jarred me a little, I'll tell ya, 'cause, see Alma, I really do have a big snatch. I mean, really big an' I didn't know it had gotten so damn famous so soon."

Alma smiled. She almost said, "I know," but she merely nodded.

"He asks me if I want him to prove it, that he can fill my cunt, I mean. I tell him the only way he can prove it is by shoving it to me from right where he is. Well, I knew that would be impossible with that seahorse between us and him way below me like that. I mean, he was a shrimp, not much more than five feet tall." She paused for dramatic effect and lit another cigarette.

"Well, what happened?" Alma Mae urged, feeling the crotch of her panties already beginning to soak with cunt juice.

"He laughs and tells me to pull the crotch of my bikini aside and he'll show me. I told him I'd do better than that. I just reached down and pulled them all the way off. All during this, mind you, it's dark, but there are people all around us. And Alma, when I fuck, I fuck wild. So it would have been a little embarrassing if he had been able to get his cock inside me from that distance. But, like I say, I figured it would be impossible."

"Jeez, was I fooled. The next thing I knew I feel this thing start up between my legs. At first I thought it was his knee. Then he tells me to spread my legs or else he can't get it in. I thought he was kiddin'. Believe me, he wasn't. When his fuckin' cockknob started spreading my pussy I thought he was gonna split me open. I reached behind me and, my God, it was the biggest cock I'd felt since…"

"Since when?" Alma asked.

"Since, a… since I got to Memphis."

"What happened then?"

"I turned around and told him I believed him. I also pulled him, by the cock, right out of the pool, into the house, and up to a bedroom. I didn't want to miss a thing. I wanted to get him in the light so I could see that big whang going in and out of my cunt."

"How'd it look? Was it really big?" Alma asked. "Not only big," Rosebud said, "but it was curved. It went straight out for about five or six inches and then curved up. I mean it actually curved nearly straight up for about another five inches."

"Wow, damn!" Alma exclaimed, her head whirling at the thought of such a cock. "How did it feel inside you?"

"Heavenly," Rosebud said, rolling her eyes back in her head. "I mean, normally, even with that much cock, he couldn't fill my cunt. But with that curve in it he could sure satisfy me."

"I laid him out on the bed and crawled on top of him. Then I leaned way over so I could watch it go in me. Jeez, it was wild! When the knob went in it was so big that it looked like it took half the outer lips of my cunt with it, I swear. When it went in my cunt, it started poking against the inside of my belly like it would come out my belly button!"

"I scootched down so my clit was right against the top of his fat cock and the inside of my cunt was being reamed like nothing I'd ever felt. It was beautiful, the second best fuck I ever had."

"Second?" Alma said. "Wow, I can't think what could be better than that! Who was the first?"

"That's a secret," Rosebud said, a gleam Alma hadn't noticed before entering the other girl's eyes. She changed the subject. "But have you got some tissues? Look at this, just from talkin' about it."

Rosebud lifted her dress to her waist and spread her legs wide. Alma looked down at her cunt. The pubic hair around it was almost a pure golden color and it spread nearly six inches wide, giving her cunt the appearance of being larger than its already mammoth proportions. It disappeared in two even, curly furrows down between her legs and ended where the dark crack of her ass separated her perfectly rounded asscheeks.

The inner lips of her cunt protruded slightly through the outer, and from them flowed thick streams of glistening cunt juice. Alma almost gasped when she looked down a bit further and saw that Rosebud's cunt hole gaped wide open. The younger girl could actually see where the pink walls got darker as they disappeared up the cavern of her cunt. The coarse hair around the hole was at least three inches thick and heavily matted. It glistened like spun gold with the clear flow of her cunt juices.

It was the second time that day Alma Mae experienced an irresistible urge to reach out and touch the genitals of another member of her family that she had never touched before.

The first had been her father's cock that morning. She idly compared the two, wondering if her father's huge cock could fill the gaping hole that yawned open before her.

She looked up into Rosebud's eyes. They seemed to be able to read her thoughts. Rosebud took three fingers of her right hand and ran them smoothly up her slit. They dripped with cunt juice as she studied them for a moment and then popped them into her mouth. She sucked them dry and smiled at Alma.

"Want a taste, sister?"

Alma Mae didn't get a chance to answer. Aunt Gussie's voice cackled from the downstairs hall, accompanied by the screen door's slam.

Alma's father rarely kept whiskey in the house. Aunt Gussie knew this so she had brought her own: a full picnic hamper of bottles. Everything from bonded bourbon, to English gin, to Southern corn.

She claimed she liked to chase the corn with something a little milder, like store-bought whiskey or that water they call gin. After Alma had helped serve the second round of drinks that afternoon she had started to believe it.

Her father had always told her that Aunt Gussie was a hard-swearing, hard-drinking, and hardworking woman. He had never said what she was hard working at, however.

It had been almost six years since Alma Mae had seen Gussie. She hadn't remembered her very well so it had come as a surprise when she had gone downstairs with Rosebud, expecting an old, fat woman to be behind the cackling laugh and high-pitched voice. She found exactly the opposite.

Gussie was a shorter, older version of her niece, Rosebud, and almost as beautiful. Her waist was narrow over wide, curving hips that molded into slender legs and delicate ankles. The skirt she wore was, like Rosebud's dress, skin tight. It stretched across an absolutely flat stomach and pressed so tightly across her crotch that the thick bulge of her cunt protruded through the material.

At the tits the comparison between Gussie and Rosebud stopped. Through the thin blouse Alma could clearly see her aunt's bulging, voluptuous tits. They pushed upward in two great, white globes. They seemed to bulge above her bra in high jutting beauty. In comparison to the rest of her diminutive body they were so large to seem almost grotesque. If Alma were any judge, she guessed them to be much larger than her own.

While her face did show its age, her nose was still pert below light-blue eyes, and above wide, heavily rouged lips that were full and sensual. Her blonde hair exactly the same shade as Rosebud's, fell, long and silky, past her shoulders.

"Good Lord," Gussie said, throwing her arms around Alma Mae, "is it really you?"

"Hello, Aunt Gussie," Alma Mae said, feeling the pillow of their tits meet in a bear hug.

"Would you look at these!" Gussie said, placing her hands under Alma's tits and hefting them for size and weight. "Regular milk wagons. Girl, you have blossomed. Bring some ice into the living room. Well sit, drink, and have a talk… girl talk."

"Where's Daddy?" Alma Mae said over her shoulder as she headed for the kitchen.

"He'll be along shortly. After I talked to him he decided to go ahead and finish the day at work."

Alma Mae delivered the ice and fixed the drinks under Gussie's shouted instructions. They both insisted Alma have one with them. She was terribly afraid of what her father would say, and told her aunt so.

"He won't say nothin'. He won't say a Goddam thing," Gussie intoned, her wide smile suddenly turning to a tight-lipped grimace.

Under those cold blue eyes Alma Mae quickly relented and poured a small drink for herself.

They talked small-talk, with Rosebud joining in only occasionally between polishing her nails, fussing with her hair, and constantly checking and renewing her makeup.

"Oh, don't pay no attention to her," Gussie said when Alma started watching her sister, fascinated. "She's spoiled to shit 'cause I keep tellin' her how beautiful she is an' how good she's gonna marry… if she listens to me. How's your love life, Alma Mae? When I was your age I'd already had all the best cocks in the county stuffed up me. You should have a lotta boy friends with those risin' beauties on your chest."

Again Alma was flustered by such brazen talk, even between women. She shot a glance at Rosebud, who didn't look up from her nails. "Well, I got one… or two," she giggled, and suddenly stopped. The drink had done funny thing to her head. She hoped that she wouldn't be forced into having another. Her father, she knew, no matter what Aunt Gussie said, would have a fit when he got home if he found out she had been drinking.

"That's good," Gussie said, "girls ought to have boy friends early. Then they know what the hell is goin' on and they don't get themselves into trouble before they can do somethin' about it. Believe me, I know. Your daddy bein' good to you?"

"I meant to ask her about that myself, Gussie," Rosebud said, suddenly interested in the conversation.

"All right, all right," Gussie said.

"Fine," Alma interjected. "Daddy's doin' real good."

"That's not what I meant, but never mind." Gussie downed another shot and cast her eyes around the sparsely furnished room. "When's your daddy gonna git shuck of this place, Alma Mae? When's he gonna git smart and git outta this low country… git up to the city… make some money for a change?"

"Never!"

"Huh?" Gussie's eyes jerked back to the girl.

The tone in Alma's voice was new, commanding, almost demanding in its quick retort. "This is his home, Aunt Gussie. It belongs to him. It's all he's got left now. Or almost all. He don't ever have to leave it."

"Okay, okay… don't git mad! I was just talkin'." She was silent for a moment, but then brought the conversation right back to the subjectd or close to it. "Lot of people movin' up to Memphis, or even on north, from down country. Got a lot of 'em working for me… remember Sue Ann Halle?"

"Oh yes, I sure do," Alma Mae replied.

"She works for me. Damn good girl… always wantin' to work. Fact is, most times I can't hardly keep her on her feet."

Rosebud nearly convulsed with laughter, sputtering part of her drink across the coffee table. Alma rushed for a rag and mopped it up.

"I'm sorry, Alma Mae," Rosebud said, still holding her sides.

"That's all right," Alma said, and swiveled her attention back to Aunt Gussie. "What kind of business are you in, Aunt Gussie?"

"Me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well…" she said, pausing to exchange looks with Rosebud. "You might say I was in the catering business."

At that point Gussie and Rosebud both held their sides, drool and whiskey slipping from their lips as they bent nearly double with laughter.

"Hi, Rosebud."

They all turned to the doorway at once. Able stood there, looking almost forlorn. He looked at Rosebud, misty eyes full of total adoration. "I wanted to be here when you got here, but Pa wouldn't let me stay home from school today."

"Honey… baby," she said, skipping across the room. She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his head in her hands. If Able were a full-grown, adult man, Rosebud's position, on her knees accepting his open-mouthed, sensuous kiss, would have been just the right height for him.

Alma's eyes opened wide. The whiskey fogged her brain but the sight before her was clear as a crystal spring; Able worshiped her. It was obvious. He always had and he always would.

This sudden realization was the first of many shocks Alma Mae was to receive that weekend.

"Come say hello to your Aunt Gussie, Able," Rosebud said, at last breaking the kiss and turning to the center of the room, toward Gussie's chair, with Able in tow.

"Hello, Aunt Gussie," Able said, a cockiness in his voice Alma hadn't heard before. "How ya been?"

"I been fine," Gussie said, signaling Alma for a refill. When she had it she continued. "My, my, you're growin' faster than your sister there. I'll bet you got the girls all over you like bees, huh? Es that it? Just like horny bees, huh?"

With hooded eyes, and a confidence in his voice that Alma Mae had never heard before, he promptly answered, "I'd like to think I am, Aunt Gussie."

Gussie roared with laughter. Her huge tits, through the blouse and above the bra, shook like jelly. "You are, my man, you are! Come here and give your Aunt Gussie a thrill… give us a kiss. Give us one of your special, lovin' kisses!"

Able rambled to her side. Gussie grabbed him and eased his body around to her front. She pulled him close to her, in between her legs. When her lips met his he received a kiss from his aunt that was very similar, but perhaps more heated, than the one he had just laid on his sister. Alma wasn't sure because of where she was sitting but she thought that Gussie had taken Able's hand and placed it on her right tit. She was also sure Aunt Gussie had shoved her tongue far into Able's mouth.

Forgetting that she, herself, had often done the very same thing to her brother, she concluded that it was no way for an aunt to kiss her nephew.

Supper was a very strained affair. Her father had arrived home and taken in the living room scene with one full sweep of his head. He had then announced that he was going to shower and lie down for a while. He instructed Alma to call him when she had the meal ready and everyone was ready to eat.

This was a strange thing for her father to do, particularly when he had guests. Hospitality, personality, and outgoing friendliness to one and all were the traits in her father that Alma most admired. But, because he had obviously noticed that she had been drinking with her aunt and sister, and said nothing about it, Alma declined to ask what it was that seemed to be troubling him so much.

During supper, which Gussie and Rosebud insisted on calling dinner, he was quiet and almost curt with everyone at the table. This distressed Alma, but once again she dismissed it because she didn't understand it.

The unaccustomed drinking of whiskey had left her mind a little foggy, but she was sure that Rosebud and Gussie were needling and baiting her father on several occasions during the conversation.

But, instead of matching them verbally, as was the case with everyone else Alma had seen try the same thing with him, he remained sullen and silent.

Toward the close of the meal the talk got around to the sleeping arrangements for the night. It was then that, much to Alma's surprise, the talk became heated and tempers almost flared.

After everyone but Alma had insisted on exactly where everyone was going to sleep that night, it was finally decided by Gussie. And the way she stated the outcome, and was backed by Rosebud, there seemed very little doubt that her word became law.

It was the first time her father, as long as Alma could remember, had ever been overruled on anything in his own house. He had wanted, virtually insisted, that Gussie and Rosebud take Alma's bedroom to themselves and Alma could take his bedroom while he moved onto the couch in the living room, putting Able on the floor of the living room in a sleeping bag.

Gussie was adamant, refusing, she said, to push her brother out of his very own bed. Rosebud, she declared, would move in with Alma, she would take the couch, and he would stay in his bed.

Able, not to Alma's surprise after what she had seen that afternoon, wanted Rosebud to sleep in the living room with him.

When it was obvious that Gussie would have her way no matter what anyone said, much less the man of the house, he excused himself and went to his room.

It was the earliest Alma Mae had ever seen her father go to bed since she could remember, and it didn't make sense. It was Thursday night and some of his favorite television programs were on Thursday night.

Something was wrong, she thought. Something was awfully wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it, she didn't know why, but her heart went out to her father when she saw and sensed a weakness in him she never knew existed.

When the table was cleared and the dishes were done they again retired to the living room. They built a fire, watched television for a while, and talked about the past.

Alma noticed that Able was totally dejected as he slumped in a chair and paid no attention to anything other than occasional mooning, calf-eyed looks at Rosebud.

Alma Mae looked at him and then looked at her aunt and sister. She was glad that she had sucked and been sucked by Rafer that morning. She had been accustomed to the nightly round of sex and fun games with Able and she liked to feel his warm body next to hers. It would be days before she had that again. Maybe, she thought, she would never have it again, those regular sex games with her brother that she knew she needed so badly. Again she glanced at Able. From the way he looked at Rosebud, obviously adoring her, Alma surmised that perhaps he would never frequent her bed again. And, if he did, she had doubts that it would ever be the same.

It was still fairly early when Gussie excused herself and went upstairs to change for bed. When she returned it was as if Alma couldn't be shocked any more that day by her aunt. In Alma's opinion her bedtime dress wasn't the kind that an older woman like Gussie should wear around a young, easily impressed boy like her brother, Able.

Her aunt wore only the undergarment half of a peignoir set. It hugged her body like a second skin, and it was tied directly under her magnificent tits so they hung out straight like projectiles of flesh. Her huge areolas glistened darkly through the material. The nipples in their centers were invitingly alive in their hardened, thrusting insistence. It was as if her tits were crying out for someone, anyone, saying, "Suck me, suck me!"

Across her hips and belly the gown was as tight as her skirt had been. Only now the material not only outlined but defined and clearly stated the darker dimensions of her pubic hair and cunt. Alma compared the first two hairy cunts she had seen that day: Rosebud's and Gussie's. They were almost identical.

When Gussie reentered the room, with the light from the fire just right, everyone could see the cleft of her cuntlips clearly showing in the vee of her mound.

She stood in the middle of the room looking from one person to the other. It seemed to be some kind of signal. Rosebud got to her feet and stretched, suddenly proclaiming how long a day it had been and how tired she was.

"Coming, Alma?" she said, her eyes slanted.

"Huh?" Alma replied, her own eyes fixed on the womanly figure of her aunt. "Yes… oh, yes, I guess so."

As they mounted the stairs Alma paused, trying to see back into the living room.

"What's the matter?" Rosebud said, staring deeply into her eyes.

"Huh? Oh… nothing… I just remembered I didn't kiss Able good night… I always do."

"Don't you worry about Able! Aunt Gussie will, believe me!" Rosebud said, placing her arm around her sister's waist and cupping the soft hip.