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Subject: {ASSM} Kids of the Neighborhood by Varangian.  Chapter 1 (ff,mmf)
Date: Wed,  5 Dec 2001 23:10:04 -0500
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KIDS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD
by Varangian


Chapter One: Little Girl Lost (ff,mmf)




The four youngsters waited impatiently on the muddy berm looking for a break 
in the highway traffic that seemed to be unending, streaming first in one 
direction and then in the other.

"Now!" the older one shouted and scooted recklessly with another boy across 
the two wide lanes of asphalt, the horn of an approaching eighteen-wheeler 
blaring at them angrily.  The girl and a younger boy did not risk it.  They 
waited impatiently until the way was safely clear despite their friends' 
calls from the other side.

Reassembled, the group ambled toward a convenience store that occupied a 
worn building beyond Stearns Trail, a narrow unpaved side road that 
intersected the highway.  To their right, divided by that rutted track, 
stretched a seemingly endless field that had once been farmland but which 
had not been plowed in years.

"I'll share with Chucky," the girl announced, dropping coins into a pop 
machine that appeared to lean slightly backward against the outside wall of 
the store.  Charles - -Chucky - - O'Donnell was Molly's twelve year old 
brother, whose cute face very much resembled her own despite her two year 
seniority and the difference in sex.

"What about me?" groused Jack, a pudgy boy who always fretted about being 
left out.

"You can have a sip of mine," the tallest guy said, inserting his coins.  He 
spoke in a baritone voice that was appropriate to his seventeen years and 
almost grown stature.

"Just a sip?  That's not fair, Ricky!" the thirteen year old complained to 
his cousin.

Molly and her brother wandered to the edge of the dirt road with their can 
of Coke just as a sheriff's car pulled into it from the highway.  Jack and 
Rick had joined them.

"Where do you suppose he's going?" Rick asked, referring obviously to the 
car that thumped slowly away from them down the rutted road.

"He's probably just looking," Molly suggested, and took the last swallow of 
Coke.  With a precise overhand toss she lofted the empty into a trash can 
twenty feet away.  Rick missed with his effort and ruefully went to discard 
his errant shot.

The four of them proceeded down the road, to either side of which extended 
wild fields and copses.  After a few hundred yards they entered the field to 
the right along a worn path that appeared to lead to a grove of willows.  
The two younger ones ran ahead.

"Do you think they'll leave us alone?" Rick inquired and took hold of the 
girl's hand.

"Probably.  They're not completely stupid," was her response.

They strolled slowly toward the willows in silence.  It was a splendid 
Saturday morning on the first weekend of summer vacation.  To their right 
they heard boisterous sounds in the distance as the two boys played in the 
deep weeds.

The first in a line of willows loomed above them.  Branches drooped to the 
ground, beyond which they knew was a large concealed space.  Molly looked 
around briefly before she allowed Rick to pull her in.  A leaf-strewn ring 
encircled the bole of the tree separating it from the curtain of branches.  
The boys' voices outside sounded closer than before.

"They won't come in here," Rick assured the girl, taking her into his arms.

"I know," she replied.  "I told Chucky to stay away."

Molly eagerly returned his kiss, clinging to the boy until he palmed her 
left breast, a dainty one unprotected by a bra.  She pushed him away.

"Not so fast," she complained, stepping back.

"I've touched them before!" he protested.

"Just by accident," she retorted smugly.

"It wasn't entirely an accident - that time at the roller rink."  He smiled 
and pulled her to him again.

"Well, I didn't invite you to pick me up like that."  But she did not resist 
the renewed touch of her breast as they kissed.

"Can I see them?"

"Haven't you seen boobs before?" she asked with a mocking grin.

"I haven't seen yours," he replied smoothly and lifted the hem of her 
T-shirt to reveal half mature mounds of inviting pale softness.  He palmed 
the exquisite flesh as they kissed again.  He then groped her between the 
legs.

"Stop it, Ricky, you're being too rough!" she protested and stepped back.  
"You really don't know what you're doing, do you!"

"Why don't you show me how you like it," he responded a bit defiantly.

"What makes you think I like -that- at all?  It's hardly romantic."

"Maybe you'd enjoy it if I were more gentle and could see what I'm doing."

"You mean you want to take off my shorts."  She seemed to ponder the notion.

"Let's get naked," he quickly suggested.  "I have something you might want 
to see."

"I don't know, Ricky.  You know how one thing leads to another."

"We could have a lot of fun without going all the way.  Besides I wouldn't 
want to hurt you by putting it in."

"Ricky!  That's so lame."  She snorted derisively.  "I?ll get naked with 
you, but you'd better not try anything stupid.  I won't risk getting 
pregnant."

She raised her arms aloft and he pulled on the shirt eagerly.  But it was 
still not clear of her head when they heard a shout from nearby.

"Molly!  Ricky!  The cop wants to talk with us."

With an exasperated frown she pulled her shirt down and he adjusted the hard 
erection in his shorts.  They pushed aside the willow branches and emerged 
into the sunshine.  Chuck stood some yards away.

"He's down by the road," the boy said loudly, pointing over his shoulder.

"What does he want?" Molly asked her brother petulantly.

"It's something about Alice Farnsworth.  They can't find her."


* * *


The deputy sheriff stood with one foot on the rickety porch of the 
ramshackle house.  The dusty yard around the former farmstead was strewn 
with hulks and parts of old cars along with stuff and debris of various 
description - rusted tools, broken timber, trash.

"When did you first notice Alice missing?" he asked a second time, because 
the man on the porch seemed to be confused.

Ned Farnsworth, listing slightly to the right, looked older than his 
thirty-eight years.  Several days of gray stubble covered his sunken cheeks. 
  His eyes stared vacantly.  His prominent lower lip trembled noticeably.  
He reeked of whiskey.


"She wasn't there this morning, when I went to the barn," he replied, 
nodding his head at a precarious structure to his left that seemed to await 
a strong wind.

"The barn?"  the officer asked.  "Why the barn?"

"That's where she stays.  I made a cozy room for her there."

"You mean she doesn't live in the house?"

"No, sir.  She doesn't get on well with the missus."

"But you say she's only eleven?"

"Yes, sir.  Just finished the fifth grade."

The questioning went on for some time.  Deputy Chalmers -Red- Cartwright 
eventually concluded that aside from the wretchedness of her home,  no 
obvious reason was apparent for the young girl's absence; she was just gone. 
  The man's wife, who seemed to be somewhat retarded, was of no help in the 
matter.  He supposed the little girl had run off, although she was a bit 
young for that.  It was possible she was hiding with a friend from school.

Cartwright spotted Jack and Chuck playing in the field as he drove his squad 
car back up the dirt road.

"You kids!" he shouted to them, stopping the vehicle.

They approached in sheepish obedience after a momentary hesitation.

"Have you seen Alice Farnsworth?" the officer asked the two boys, whose 
faces filled with guilt at the mere presence of authority.  They shook their 
heads, staring blankly.

"Well, do you know the girl?"

"She's a grade behind us in school," Jack offered.  Although thirteen, he 
had just finished the sixth grade along with Chuck; he had been held back a 
year.

"But did you actually know her?" Cartwright persisted.

"A little," Chuck conceded.  Jack nodded in agreement.  "Maybe you should 
ask my sister," Chuck volunteered.  "She's just over by the trees with 
Ricky."


* * *


The deputy drove off without having received any helpful information from 
the four kids.  He realized he would have to organize a search, because the 
missing girl was too young to be assumed a runaway.  Had she been a couple 
of years older, an APB would have been sufficient.

The youngsters followed the car up the road, losing sight of it before long. 
  They were all unusually subdued as they made their way toward the highway 
and their homes across it.

Molly was so lost in thought she was unaware that Rick took hold of her hand 
in the presence of the two other boys.  Normally she would have scowled at 
him and shook it off.  She was very worried about Alice, a pretty, impish 
blonde girl whom she secretly knew with more intimacy than she would ever 
admit to anyone.  She feared for the girl, because she knew why Alice's 
father had built a special room for her in the barn.  She understood why 
Alice's mother had come to hate the little girl over the past year.  Molly 
could not tell anyone about it, because she would then have to explain how 
she knew.  She would have to reveal everything about Alice and herself.


* * *


Although she had seen the girl around school for as long as she could 
remember, they actually came to know each other quite by accident.  It 
happened when she had forgotten her gym bag in the locker room one day and 
returned to retrieve it before going home.  Alice's class had just finished 
gym period, and the girl, lingering for some reason, was alone in the shower 
when Molly turned up.

"Hi," the little blonde one said brightly, when she saw a head peek into the 
shower room.  "Do you want to take a shower with me?"

The girl was a head shorter, very small and delicate, yet not at all skinny. 
  She was so perfectly formed that even a priggish woman would have been 
struck by her naked beauty, She possessed incipient breasts and a hairless 
groin with such an innocent looking crack.

"Someone might see me.  I shouldn't be here." she responded to the girl.

"No one's around.  Mrs. Tagget had to leave early and she asked me to lock 
up."

Molly felt a very strange urge regarding the girl that she could not define. 
  She hesitated just a moment before undressing to join her new friend under 
the warm spray.

"You have hair," Alice giggled and touched Molly between the legs very 
deliberately.

Molly started but she did not recoil.  She suddenly understood the urge she 
felt was sexual attraction for the bold little girl who seemed ready for 
anything.

Without a further word they kissed and clung to each other as Alice 
proceeded to masturbate the older girl quite expertly.  Molly caressed the 
girl's flaxen head with her cheek as her pleasure mounted, and her knees 
almost gave way when her body shuddered in orgasm.

"Wasn't that fun? Now it's my turn."  The imp stepped back and grinned.  "Do 
it with your tongue.  I've never had a girl lick on me before."

"But that's nasty!" the tomboy protested, yet the suggestion sparked in her 
an unusual excitement.

Alice, her exquisite young body dripping under the shower, gazed at her with 
head tilted in expectation.  Without further thought Molly slowly squatted 
before the girl, pressed lips to the moist, soft belly and kissed lower.  
She spread the puffy labia and diddled the girl's small clit with the tip of 
her tongue.  The response was almost immediate.  Alice groaned, moaned and 
finally gasped loudly, collapsing upon her so heavily that they sprawled 
together on the floor of the shower room.  Molly was momentarily shocked at 
what she had done, but she giggled with the girl as they rose to their feet.


"We can do it some more in Mrs. Tagget's office," the little one suggested 
excitedly.  "She has a couch."

Molly's wide eyes revealed an eagerness to continue the naughty play with 
the pretty young girl.

"Are you sure no one will catch us?"

The girl nodded and turned off the shower.  After gathering their clothes 
they ran naked into the gym and crossed it to an office on the other side.

They sat closely together on an armless couch.  As they kissed passionately 
Alice explored Molly's body with a hand that eventually rested on a moist, 
hairy groin.  She poked a couple of fingers at the vaginal opening.

"Don't!" the older one objected, pushing the girl's hand away.  "That 
hurts."

Alice pulled back to look into her face.  "You haven't done it yet!" she 
exclaimed in surprise.

"And I suppose you have!  You hardly have boobs!"  Molly was rather miffed 
at the girl's superior attitude.

"Sure I have," the pretty one responded proudly.  "You can put more than a 
couple of fingers into me.  Try it."

She stared at the bold, lovely girl in disbelief, but she pressed a 
diffident finger at Alice's small, puffy crack.

"I'm still dry there," the little one lied, restraining the hand.  "Lick on 
me some more, then do it."

Molly knelt on the floor between the girl's slender legs, which soon draped 
over her shoulders.  Dizzy with excitement she lapped, kissed and nibbled 
Alice's sexual parts until the young one went wild, cried out and squeezed 
her head with vice like thighs.

"Now try it," Alice said in a ragged voice, removing the legs from Molly's 
shoulders and spreading them widely apart.

The index finger easily penetrated the girl's vagina, then the middle one.  
She pulled them out and grouped three fingers together, cautiously pushing 
them in up to the third knuckles.

"Oh!" the girl gasped lasciviously.  "I wish you had a cock!"

Shocked, yet excited at what she had done, Molly removed her fingers, 
licking each in turn.  "How long . . . ?" she began to ask.

"Since I was ten.  Since last year," Alice interrupted her.

"Who . . .?"

"I'll tell you, but first lie down.  I want to explore you."

Molly stood and then reclined on the couch.  She closed her eyes and relaxed 
completely in anticipation of another grand pleasure.

Alice began with a kiss to Molly's lips and then proceeded to lick down her 
body, pausing for a while to suckle her half grown breasts.  The girl seemed 
to have an uncanny, perhaps instinctual knack for oral sex, seeming to 
understand exactly how the other girl wanted the hood of her clit licked and 
nibbled.  Molly wriggled her lower body in response to the girl's relentless 
tongue.

"Do boys know how to do this?" she cried just before rapture overwhelmed her 
body, causing her to groan loudly.

Alice soon rose to a sitting position, licked wet lips and grinned into 
Molly's face.  "I don't know," she said in reply, "but I'd like to teach 
one."

"I think boys are too rough," Molly said, sitting up on the couch.  "Don't 
you?"

"I've never really had a boy," Alice replied with a twinkle.

"But, who. . .?"

"It was my daddy!" Alice exclaimed gleefully as though it were a word game.  
"He doesn't count as a boy."

"Your daddy!"  Molly was aghast.

Alice clasped both hands between her knees.  "One night last year when my 
daddy was drunk and had a awful fight with mommy, he came to sleep in my 
bed."

"Did you tell him to go away?"  Molly was appalled but also titillated

"No, and I liked it when he touched me and licked me all over.  I had never 
felt anything like it before, because I didn't even diddle myself then.  But 
when he got on top and pushed his thing into me, it hurt so bad.  I cried, 
but he wouldn't stop even when I pounded him with my fists."

"That's horrible!  That's awful!"  But Molly's indignation quickly ebbed. 
"What did it feel like, you know, the hurt?"

"It was like a bad cut in my privates.  But it hurt only that first time.  A 
week later he did it again, but then it felt really good."

"Good?  Like what we just did?"

"Well, it certainly was different.  Maybe even better.  But he was my daddy, 
you know, an old man and usually drunk.  I'd like to try it with a boy."

"Maybe a boy wouldn't hurt so much the first time, especially a smaller 
boy."  the larger girl mused aloud.  "Did your daddy feel sorry eventually?  
Did he stop coming to you?"

"No.  After a while he came to my bed almost every night, until mommy caught 
us.  She screamed at me, not at him.  She hit me with a frying pan and cut 
my head.  I had to sleep in the barn that night.  The next day daddy built 
up a little room for me there, because mommy wouldn't let me back in the 
house."

"Not ever?"

"Yeah.  She throws things at me whenever I get close to the house.  She's 
rather crazy, actually.  Daddy takes care of me.  He's real nice, although 
he said he'd kill me if I ever told about, you know, what we do together.  
You won't tell on me, will you?"

"No, Alice.  I won't even hint about it ever.  You can trust me."

She took the little girl into her arms for a long cuddle.  Then they decided 
it was time to go home.

They parted outside the dark gym building to go in opposite directions with 
a promise to meet again, and they did so twice more over the next few weeks, 
again in the vacant gym.  She became fearful, however, after the last 
meeting, when they were almost caught by a watchman.  She decided not to see 
Alice again.  Despite the exciting pleasure, she thought there was something 
wrong about playing sex games with the little girl, who seemed to be a bit 
weird.


* * *



"And now, three weeks later the pretty young girl has disappeared," Molly 
said in an undertone to herself.

She shook her head, the noise of highway traffic bringing her mind to the 
present.  She immediately became conscious of Rick's hand holding hers and 
shook it off with a scowl.  She did not like being touched in public.



* * *



"How far did you let him go?"

Chuck lay with his head resting on one arm of the couch and legs draped over 
Molly's lap.

"We didn't have much time, did we?"  She grinned at him.

Her one hand lay on a hairless calf and the other idly stroked a lower thigh 
softer than her own.  Molly was not a giggly fourteen year old, the kind 
that often finds a younger brother an intolerable irritant.  She was a 
tomboy who usually hung out with guys from the neighborhood, guys like Chuck 
and Rick and several others with whom she played ball in the summer and 
hockey in the winter.  The athletic girl was already well past thirteen when 
she experienced menarche.  Although hardly a prude, only recently had she 
begun to contemplate sex with a guy.

"What if you had more time?  What then?  Ricky has some rubbers."

"How do you know?"

Molly was suddenly very alert.  Rubbers made going all the way a real 
possibility.

"I gave him some this week.  I swiped a gross of them from that distribution 
company on Warren that burned last month."

"You got rubbers?  The rest of us made off with candy bars that were too 
smoky to eat."

"I didn't know what they were.  I just grabbed a box when the cops weren't 
looking."

"Why did Ricky want some?"  Molly squinted suspiciously at her brother.

"That's a stupid question, Molly.  You know why."

"Is there a girl I don't know about?" she asked heatedly.

Chuck hesitated.  "You two aren't going together," he replied, avoiding the 
question.

Molly scowled.  "Who is she?"

"Alice Farnsworth."  Chuck almost whispered the name and did not look into 
his sister's face.

It was Molly's turn to hesitate, to think carefully before she spoke.

"But she's just a little girl."

"She's big enough, especially since she wants it."

"How do you know what she wants?  Did Ricky tell you stories?"

"No.  It wasn't Ricky."  Chuck paused.  "It was Alice.  She told me she 
wanted to fuck."

"She told you!"

Chuck felt extremely nervous, but he wanted to tell his sister the truth.

"Yeah, and Jack was with me.  Alice showed us her cunny behind the trash 
cans by the school yard.  She wouldn't let Jack touch it and he went away 
mad."

"But you touched it?"  Molly remembered licking on that beautiful, young 
cunt.

Chuck nodded his head.  "She wanted to go into the field after school and 
fuck."

"Did you?"  The girl was fascinated.

Chuck's face turn a deep red.  "I don't even squirt yet, Molly!" he blurted 
out and moved to get up from the couch.

Molly held his legs down.  "What about Ricky?"

"I saw him and Jack walking down Stearns Trail with Alice earlier this week. 
  It was just after I gave him the rubbers."

Molly leaned back against the couch.  Many thoughts crowded her mind, not 
the least of which was Chuck's admission that he didn't squirt yet.  He was 
big enough.  He was ripe for it.  She caressed his soft thigh further up, 
perhaps unconsciously.


* * *


Rick climbed the back stairs and rapped on the screen door.  He was clad in 
his Eagle Scout uniform.  Chuck appeared from the kitchen.

"Why are you all dressed up?" the younger boy inquired, flicking away a 
booger that he had just pulled from his nose.

"We're all going to search for the girl, Alice Farnsworth - the Scouts, the 
Moose, the Knights of Columbus.  The sheriff has organized it.  There's over 
eight hundred acres in those fields."  The young man was almost breathless 
with excitement.

"Well, Ricky, I suggest you get yourself lost, because Molly knows all about 
you and Alice."

Rick, taking the boy's advice, hurriedly turned to leave, but he was too 
late.

"Ricky!" Molly's voice blared from behind the screen door.  "You come in 
here!"

He obeyed only because it would have looked too stupid to run away.  He 
slipped rather sideways through the door trying to avoid contact with the 
fuming girl who almost blocked his passage.

"We aren't going together or anything," he protested lamely in a whiny 
voice.

Molly ignored that for the moment.  The three of them stood in the kitchen.

"So you fucked a fifth grader!  You made a conquest!"  Molly ranted with her 
face almost touching his.

"It wasn't like that . . ."

"But you did it!"

Rick hung his head and did not  reply.  He then looked up.

"It wasn't her first time.  She almost begged me to do it.  Ask Jack.  He 
was there.  Do you think a guy can just walk away from that kind of offer?"

"Did Jack fuck her too?" Chuck interrupted with considerable agitation.

"Nah.  When I finished and got to my feet, she lay on the ground naked 
squirming like a cat.  Jack stood over her with just a T-shirt on ready for 
his turn, but she laughed at him and joked about the size of his cock.  Jack 
got real mad and kicked her leg hard, hurting her.  She started crying."

"What did you do?"  Molly's voice was calm but somber.

Rick shuffled his feet and looked vacantly out the back door.  "I got down 
beside her and she stopped crying.  She wanted to do it again."

"And of course you did!"  Molly began to seethe once more.  "What happened 
to Jack?"

"I don't know.  He ran off I suppose."  Rick looked intently into Molly's 
face.  "She mentioned you," he almost whispered.

"What did she say?"  Molly became extremely nervous.

"She said she wished you had a cock."

Chuck burst out in uncontrollable laughter.  Rick smiled in response, but 
Molly scowled, despite her relief.

She glared at the young man.  "So you had a rubber this morning.  You tried 
to trick me out of my clothes."

Chuck looked on in utter fascination.  Rick began to shuffle his feet again.

"You meant to get me naked and all worked up, didn't you.  Then you'd pull 
out your rubber expecting I couldn't say no."  Molly sneered at him with an 
ugly, twisted face.  "Well, I can guarantee you won't get my cherry, 
although I had been thinking about it.  I now have someone else in mind for 
that honor."

Molly turned and stormed into the living room.  Chuck cocked his head at the 
older boy and shrugged his shoulders.  Rick slunk from the house like a 
whipped dog.



* * *


When Chuck returned to the living room, he found Molly sitting on the couch 
with a pouty face.  He resumed his earlier position, head resting on an arm 
of the couch and his legs draped over his sister's lap.

Her mind was still on the recent scene in the kitchen.

"You know, this morning I thought he was a virgin.  We were about to get 
naked together."

"Did you plan to go all the way?"  Chuck idly rubbed the bulge in his 
shorts.  Molly noticed.

"I didn't plan to, because I'm afraid of getting pregnant.  I thought we 
would just experiment with each other, you know, bring each other off."

"Have you ever done that with a guy before, you know, make him squirt?"

Molly looked slyly at her brother.  "I've never seen a cock before, except a 
baby's.  Do they get very large?"

"What do you mean by large?"

"I don't know.  You tell me.  How big is yours?"

"It's not as big as Ricky's."

Molly glanced at him with a twinkle.  "How did you see his?  Do you guys 
play with each other?"

"We're not queers!"  Chuck frowned.  "At least not Ricky and me.  I don't 
know about Jack.  He's weird sometimes."

"Then how did you see Ricky's cock?"  Molly's palm rested on his upper 
thigh.

"It's a boy thing," he responded laconically.  He wondered about her hand, 
but he did not try to hide the erection that tented his shorts.

"You know I'm not like other girls, Chucky.  I enjoy a lot of boy things."

He looked at his sister seriously, knowing he could tell her anything 
without embarrassment.  It had always been that way with them.

"Well," he began slowly, "last month me, Ricky and Jack got naked in Ricky's 
basement.  We jacked off together."  He hunched his shoulders and looked 
sheepishly at his sister.

"What's that?  Jack off?"  Molly actually had an idea, but not any specific 
knowledge.

Chuck took a deep breath.  "We rubbed our cocks until we squirted."

"But you said you couldn't squirt yet!"

"I didn't, although I tried hard.  Still, it felt good."

"I'd like to see a cock squirt," Molly sighed wistfully.  "That's what I was 
hoping for this morning with Ricky."

In a casual movement she gently placed her hand atop Chuck's erection.

He held his breath.

"Is Ricky's cock a lot bigger than yours?"  She gave it a slight squeeze and 
Chuck started.

"You don't seem to be very small."  She leered at him.  "Can I see it?"  She 
almost whispered.

Chuck was quite willing to show it to her, but he wanted something in 
return.

"If you let me see your tits," he replied with his own naughty grin.

He did not realize Molly was plotting several moves ahead of him.

"We could get naked together," she suggested with a cute tilt of her head.  
"Then we could really examine each other."

"What if Mom and Dad come home?"  His excited willingness was tempered by 
reasonable caution.

"Let's go upstairs to my room," she announced, taking charge as usual.  She 
pushed his legs off of her lap and stood.


* * *


At first there were just two cop cars parked on the dirt road in front of 
his house.  Ned Farnsworth scowled from behind his screen door, resenting 
the intrusion, and he worried that somehow he had been found out despite his 
carefulness.  Very soon other vehicles appeared, cars and pickups that 
unloaded a growing crowd of men.  His mouth gaped when two school buses 
squeaked to a halt at the edge of the road and unloaded a stream of boy 
scouts in uniform.  It was almost a carnival scene with guys milling about, 
some of them with lunch pails and picnic baskets.  The scouts lined up in 
military fashion and were divided into groups of four, each with an eagle 
scout in command.  People bustled noisily.  Men shouted orders that seemed 
to elicit scant response.  Inevitably the mob spilled onto his property.  He 
burst open the screen door and lurched onto the porch, scraggly wife close 
behind him.

"Get off my land," he screamed, waving his arms wildly.

The noise abated somewhat as all eyes turned to him.  Sheriff Begley and 
Deputy Cartwright strode up the path to the porch where Farnsworth stood, 
arms dangling, listing slightly to the right.  His wife peeked vacantly over 
his shoulder.

"We've come to search for your daughter, Mr. Farnsworth," the sheriff 
announced in a reasonable voice when he reached the front steps.  "We going 
to spread out into the fields from here."

A line of drool escaped the side of his mouth when Farnsworth opened it to 
reply.

"Go away!  I don't need you to look for Alice!

"So, this is about Alice, is it!"  Mrs. Farnsworth stepped forward.  She was 
a skinny, homely, demented looking woman whose long, gray dress was 
absolutely filthy.

"You want to know about that slut?" she squawked in a loud, reedy voice.  
"I'll tell you about her.  I'll tell you about the both of them."  She began 
to rant.  "You want to know what he did with that little whore?  I'll show 
you where he put her."

Farnsworth grabbed his wife's bony arm violently, opened the screen door and 
propelled her into the house with a mighty thrust.

"Get out of here!" he screamed at the officers, his eyes wide and bleary.  
"Go away!  Leave us alone!"

He turned and stormed into the house, locking the screen and front door 
behind him.  His wife's yelling, angry voice was clearly audible even to 
those on the far side of the road, as were loud crashing sounds.  A sudden 
hysterical scream was immediately followed by the report of a large caliber 
firearm.  A hush ensued both outside and within the house.
Begley and Cartwright stepped back cautiously, glancing at each other.

The eerie silence abruptly ended when the front window of the house 
shattered and a small stool fell onto the porch.  Farnsworth, leaning partly 
out of the broken window, shouted something unintelligible, which was, in 
fact, a garbled announcement that he would rather die than go to prison.  He 
brought forth a shotgun which he aimed at the crowd.  Even before the first 
blast sprayed pellets along the side of a school bus, people began yelling 
and scurrying for cover.  The boy scouts ran into the field on youthful legs 
followed by less agile men, some of whom threw aside packaged dinners in 
their haste to escape the danger.  Two other shots resounded in quick 
succession.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Sheriff Begley exclaimed from where he cowered with 
Cartwright behind the bole of a large oak.  "We'd better call the State 
Police!"

Another shot then resounded, less loud, muffled, from within the house.  
Much of the dispersed crowd peered from concealment and waited in anxious 
silence.  An ominous quiet descended upon the ramshackle farm dwelling from 
which thick smoke began to billow through the shattered window.



* * *


They had seen each other so many times in the past running half naked around 
the house.  But now with everything bared they appeared to be different 
people.  Molly stared at Chuck's erect cock, a lovely, creamy pole of about 
five inches with a curious helmet atop it.  He had no pubic hair, like a 
baby, yet his body was more than half grown.  He, after a glance at her 
thatched groin, concentrated his attention on her breasts, which, to him, 
were a more telling emblem of femininity.  They stood beside her bed just 
far enough apart to examine their exciting newness.

"What do we do now?" he asked nervously.

"We could touch, I suppose."  She remained motionless, inexplicably shy all 
of a sudden.

Chuck took a step forward, extended an arm and palmed a soft breast.  He 
beamed in delight.

"I didn't know it would feel like this!"

She pulled him closer with a hand on his waist.  He was almost as tall as 
she.

"Do you want to kiss?" she asked uncertainly.

"Do we have to?" he responded with a wrinkle of his nose.

"I want to kiss," she said more deliberately and pressed her lips to his.

They were not in an embrace, although their bodies touched.  He did not 
pucker.  Finally she encircled his waist with an arm, reaching down with the 
free hand to enfold his cock.  He started and stared into her eyes, but he 
did not pull away.

"It feels so strange," she murmured against his lips

"You're making it tingle," he giggled nervously, one hand still on a tit, 
the other exploring her butt crack.

"I think you're old enough to squirt," she whispered into his ear with a 
ragged voice.

"I've tried it a few times, but it doesn't work," he explained as though 
referring to a balky lawn mower.

"Maybe I can do it for you," she suggested.  "I want to see you squirt."

He puckered, when she kissed him again.  "Lie on the bed," she said 
hoarsely.

He did so without objection because he wanted her to succeed.  She sat 
beside him.  After a few strokes of his baby soft thigh she once more took 
hold of his rigid cock.

"How do you work it?" she asked in perplexity.

"You pump it up and down with your fist," he replied, placing his hand on 
hers, showing her how.  "That's how Ricky does it.  Jack just uses his 
fingers."

At the wrong angle and with too much pressure she jerked her hand awkwardly 
up and down his cock.  She paused after a brief attempt to look 
questioningly into his face.  He shook his head, and she frowned in 
disappointment.

With an inspired, naughty boldness he suggested, "You could try sucking on 
it."

Molly had heard tittered references to "cock sucking" in the school yard, 
but she had never before given it any thought.  She leaned down, paused to 
looked into Chuck's smiling face, and opened her mouth widely above his 
cock.  Her lips passed over the soft head of it and then part way down the 
shaft.  She relished a delicious sense of naughtiness, especially because 
she enjoyed feeling the cock's unusual texture in her mouth.  She sucked 
with loud pops and slurping sounds, heedless of Chuck's growing agitation.  
Without warning he squealed and writhed his lower body.  When a foreign 
liquid invaded her mouth Molly pulled back abruptly, indignantly.

"You peed!" she exclaimed in outrage, spitting out the strange stuff onto 
her brother's belly and chest.

"I squirted!  I squirted!" he corrected her in jubilation.

Before they could debate the matter, they were startled by the sound of a 
car door slamming outside.

"They're home!" Molly cried and jumped to her feet.  "Quick, go to your 
room," she ordered her brother, who immediately ran out without collecting 
his clothes.  Molly furiously gathered them up, stuffing them under her 
pillow.  Then she more calmly pulled on her own shorts and shirt.  A residue 
of his squirt remained in her mouth.  She swirled it around, tasting it, and 
then spat it into her hand.  She went across the hall to the bathroom, 
wanting to brush her teeth before going down stairs to confront her 
returning parents.


* * *


End of Chapter 1.

I have completed six chapters of this story and am working on the seventh.  
I?ll post more, if anyone is interested.

Vargangian

ludmax11@hotmail.com


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