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KIDS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Chapter Four: Running for Cover




"The Man is in trouble again, and this time it's really
bad."

Lois Schneider pushed her chair back a few inches from the
table where breakfast remnants littered a plate.  She stared
at her assistant, a man clad in a suit too stylish for his
crude, heavy face.  He returned the gaze.

"I've heard rumors from our people, of course," he responded
with a heavy Russian accent, "but they're too improbable to
believe.  I've not known him to be attracted to girl
children."

"His preference has not changed, Sergei.  It's still
pubescent boys, although a young girl is the cause of the
current problem, an eleven year old.  She got killed somehow
on one of his outings."

The Russian shook his head in mild exasperation and stood.
He was enormous - six feet five and two hundred and seventy
pounds, three inches taller than his brunette superior and
over one hundred pounds heavier.

"Some guys never grow up!" he exclaimed irritably.  "You'd
think a man in his position would act more responsibly   Why
does he have to hunt for boys in the night when we provide
him with beauties from around the world?"

"He's a fisherman not a hunter," Lois declared with a
straight face.

"So?"

"He once told me the boys we recruit for him are like choice
items one might find in an up-scale fish market.  He said he
can't resist the occasional excitement of throwing a line
into murky waters and reeling in the unexpected.

"And he risks everything for such a paltry thrill!

"He risks nothing except the embarrassment he must feel when
we're called upon to clean up the mess.  You know that,
Sergei.  He can't be touched otherwise.  He stands above the
world."

"Is that why he turned down the presidency?  Because he'd be
more exposed to scrutiny?"

"I suppose that was part of the reason.  He would have made
a fine president."

Lois also stood.  She was a striking woman whose handsome,
pale face was accentuated by short-cropped, raven hair.

"But more important is the fact that the presidency would
diminish him.  He's so unbelievably powerful as it is."

A bus boy gathered the dirty dishes silently and quickly
left the room.  The Russian reached forward to brush the
back of his fingers across the woman's soft cheek.

"Be careful," she cautioned and stepped back, although she
smiled at the man.

"I didn't get enough of you last night," he explained
ruefully and placed the offending hand in a trouser pocket.

They stood in the Security Department's luxuriously
appointed commissary where the servants did not enter
without knocking.  But Lois was notoriously cautious.

"So," the large man asked after taking a deep breath.  "Are
you sending me off with a satchel of money to do some
bribing?"

"I wish it were that simple.  But the girl's death requires
us to be more, uh, resolute."

"Yes.  Resolute." the Russian said grimly.  "We used a
similar term in the KGB."

Lois moved her head in an understanding nod.  "Yesterday I
sent some people to assess the situation and they report the
sheriff is in the bag.  He's concluded, with the governor's
urging, that the girl's father is responsible for her
murder, and that man has conveniently committed suicide."

"There's still a problem?  That would appear to be the end
of the matter."  Sergei looked at his boss with head at a
tilt.

Lois wrinkled her nose.  "Unfortunately, there's a group of
kids who know better."

"A group?"

"Four to be precise.  The boy who was the fisherman's catch
and three of his friends.  Landau wants them eliminated."

The large man whistled.  "Have you tried to reason with him?
What he suggests could be more damaging than children
telling stories."

"It wasn't a suggestion, Sergei.  He's adamant.  I do have
one more chance to change his mind, though.  He expects me
upstairs in half an hour.  But you had better assign Kraster
to head up the security detail for the boss' UN appearance.
I may need you to join me in Sanddorff Township."



* * *


The base of the fifty story spire encompassed an entire city
block, and the magnificent structure tapered step-wise until
the top floor, a single office complex, spread to just
10,000 square feet.  Here was the private offices and
luxurious pied-a-terre of Mr. Craig Landau -- multi-
billionaire industrialist; media mogul; financier; renowned
philanthropist.  The floors below accommodated the
headquarters of his many global enterprises..

Landau was an obsessively tidy man, a peculiarity reflected
in the orderliness of his desk top and his flawless personal
attire.  He stood looking out over the city from a large
window in the remarkably spare office that was decorated by
just a couple of robust Remington bronzes and a sensuous
Georgia O'Keefe painting.

At the moment his unlined face bore a stern expression,
although he was usually quick to smile, sometimes without
guile.  He was trim for a sixty year old -- five eleven and
one hundred and eighty pounds.  He retained a full head of
brown hair that that was graying only at the temples.  He
turned to the desk in response to the intercom's soft buzz.

"Yes?" Landau whispered into the speaker.

"Ms. Schneider is here as you requested, sir."

"Please send her in," he responded and sat in his desk
chair.

In a moment the man's receptionist held the door open for
the tall young woman and closed it behind her.  Lois
Schneider, age 31 (BA, Chicago; LL.M, Yale), stood patiently
for a moment until Landau raised his head and with a nod
invited her to approach the desk.  Without a word he
gestured to an upholstered chair in front of it.

"Any news?" he asked brusquely.

Lois sat primly and crossed her long, shapely legs.  She was
clad in a gray skirt with matching jacket over a white
blouse that was buttoned to the top and festooned with a
small blue ribbon.  She possessed a mature, handsome face,
still fresh in youth, but with features that were slightly
too large for prettiness.

"We've identified the boy, sir, a Jack Spellman, and we know
where he lives.  But apparently he has run off.  It's
unfortunate we were not assigned the case a few days
earlier."

"You needn't rebuke me, Lois," he responded with a wry
smile.  "You know how embarrassed I feel about this mess I
caused.  I just couldn't bring myself to mention it to you
until after the weekend."

"We'll find him soon, sir.  I've expanded my staff with some
temps from our McQuayle Agency.  All of them have police
training and are of course utterly discrete."

"But you will, uh, deal with the boy personally after you
catch him?"

"Absolutely!  Just my closest aides shall be involved in
that."

"It's too bad about him, that boy Jack.  It's really a
shame, although he's hardly as pretty as some of the toys
you bring me."

"Well, sir, if you don't mind my mentioning it, you should
rely more on my services and not go off hunting on your
own."

"Yes, quite."  He scowled.  "Have the local authorities been
neutralized?"

"Yes, sir.  The governor's chief of staff informed me this
morning that the investigation into the girl's death has
been closed."  Lois hesitated.

"Is there something else?"  He drummed on the desk with a
pencil.

Lois squirmed almost imperceptibly.  "The other three
children, sir.  They were not eye witnesses to the, uh,
unfortunate happenstance.  It may be imprudent to, uh, deal
with them as we shall with the Spellman boy.  Sanddorff
Township is a small community, and the demise of four
children would certainly cause a stir.  It may even attract
media attention."

"We control the media, Lois!" the man barked.  "Are you
going to handle this?"

"Of course. sir."  She acknowledged the futility of further
objection.  "I'll undertake their disappearance at once.  We
should be able to generate considerable media discussion in
the next few days about a rash of runaway children.  We have
a well-known sociologist on commission who'll describe it as
the latest in adolescent obsessions."

"Please, spare me the details, Lois.  Just clear up this
mess as quickly as possible."

"Yes, sir.  I'll leave for Sanddorff Township this evening
and take charge of the operation."

"Splendid!  I know I can count on you.  Now let's discuss
another matter.  That boy you sent me last evening."  Landau
paused to think.

"Paolo," Lois offered.  "Were you displeased?"

"Yes.  Paolo.  No!  Absolutely not!  The lad's a gem.  I
have never experienced that quality of skin tone with a boy
possessing such an impressive appendage.  I want you to keep
him on at least for the remainder of the summer.  Too bad he
doesn't speak English."

Lois smiled.  "Our special services division has discovered
another treat for you, sir, one you may find no less
pleasant than Paolo, although he's fourteen years old.  He's
a pretty blonde boy from West Virginia who looks younger.
He speaks English, of course, although with a hill Billy
accent."

Landau pursed his lips in disapproval.  "I hope he's not too
experienced.  You know I don't like kids with bad
attitudes."

"Kenny is quite naive, sir.  When we leased him from his
parents he was an absolute virgin.  He responded very well
in training."

"He didn't freak out I take it."

"No, sir.  He screamed when penetrated the first time, but
later he told me `he could abide it'.  Those were his very
words."

"Good.  Good.  Send him along this afternoon.  I could use
some relaxation before flying off to New York."

The intercom buzzed.

"Yes?" Landau responded in a peevish voice.

"Sorry to interrupt you, sir," the receptionist answered.
"The President is on line one."

Lois immediately rose.  "I'll be back at four thirty, Mr.
Landau," she said and walked briskly to the door.

Landau picked up the phone but held the receiver to his
chest.  "Lois," he said with a wink, "deliver the new boy
personally."

As she closed the door she heard Landau's cheery voice:
"Alfred!  I heard you sliced one into the ocean at Pebble
Beach."

Lois stood for a moment outside the door and looked around
the outer office.  It was larger and more luxuriously
furnished than the inner one.  None of the women there dared
greet her or even look into her face.  She was known as The
Scorpion Lady.


* * *



"You have an unsightly pimple on your butt just inside the
crack."

Lois complained more to herself than to the boy who stood
naked before her passively enduring a final examination.

"Pop it," he suggested.

"It's not ready for that," she responded.  "We'll just have
to hope Mr. Landau doesn't object."

Lois leaned back in the chair to survey the androgynous lad,
Kenny -- five feet four and one hundred and thirty five
pounds.  He possessed a face of startling beauty, limbs and
torso in perfect proportion, skin of exquisite hue and feel.
A circumcised penis the color of peaches of cream dangled
three inches from a modest, light blond pubic bush.

"Now remember," she instructed him, "when he puts his cock
in pretend it's like the first time for you.  Yell and even
scream, but don't struggle too seriously.  Let him have his
way.  He'll be finished within five minutes and he won't be
after you again for the rest of the evening."

The boy stepped close and placed a hand on her right breast.
"Will you be naked too, Lois?" he asked shyly.

She watched in amused fascination as Kenny's cock grew
stiff; about five slender inches.  He was now indeed a
pedophile's dream boy.

"No I won't," she replied, suppressing a grin.  "Mr. Landau
will want to play with you alone.  I'll just take you in and
leave you there.

"I'd rather be with a girl, you know.  I've never done
that."  He looked at her boldly.

She enfolded his erect cock, giving it a slight yank and
squeeze, then released it.  When she stood she towered above
the boy.

"You'll find a girl before long, Kenny, someone more your
own size."  She was not tempted by his beauty.  "Now put on
your robe and we'll go upstairs."

He complied but pouted.  "I bet you've fucked some of the
other boys," he whined.

She did not respond.  She remembered with distaste the
occasion her curiosity drove her to spend the night with a
lovely boy recruited from Argentina.  Although at the time
she had enjoyed herself immensely as did the lad, she had
felt sullied for days afterwards.


* * *


Lois and Kenny took the private elevator from the Security
Department offices to Landau's suite on the top floor of the
sky scrapper.  The boy fidgeted nervously despite Lois'
reassuring arm around his shoulder.

"He's going to hurt me," he complained in a voice that
threatened to quake.

"Just remember what Ralph taught you," she responded,
referring the lad's trainer for the preceding three days.
"You have to relax completely when he sticks it in then
endure the pressure and friction for a couple or three
minutes."

"Is he as big as Ralph?" Kenny gasped, recalling his
trainer's long, fat cock.

"Hardly!"

Lois was about to comment on her employer's apparatus when
the elevator came to a halt with a ping.  The door opened
automatically to reveal Landau waiting with a broad smile on
his face.  He too was clad in a lightly fastened robe with
apparently nothing beneath it.  He smelled of sandalwood,
his usual order for these occasions.  In accordance with his
standing instructions the boy reeked of Ivory soap, the
consequence of a thorough bathing as well as a few sprits of
the scent from an atomizer bottle.

"So you're Kenny," the man said affably as if greeting a
cousin's son.

"Yes, sir," was the nervous reply.

He took the boy into his arms for a lascivious kiss then
stood back to gaze at the evening's sexual treat.  Lois,
familiar the routine, slipped the robe from Kenny's
shoulders and folded it across her arm.

"You've done it again, Lois," the man gushed, appraising the
lad possessively.  "He's an absolute jewel, and he speaks
English too!"

"I'm glad you're pleased sir," Lois said formally like a
servant and stepped back into the open elevator.

"Don't go quite yet," said in a commanding voice but with a
smile.  "Come with us to the bedroom."

Lois feared the worst.  Landau frequently pestered her to
join the sex play.  Although she realized he would accept
her refusal, his continuing wheedling and entreaties made
such situations awkward for her.  She had never gone further
than lie naked with a boy while the man toyed with his cock
and ogled them.  She had never fucked for him, which was
what he most wanted to see.

"Yes, sir," she responded, stepping out of the elevator.
"But I must be off to Sanddorff Township to attend to
important business."

"Come," he said, placing a hand on her arm.  "This won't
take long."

He pulled his two visitors toward a doorway that led to the
bedroom, and when they were inside he gave the boy a slight
shove in the direction of the large bed.  Kenny obediently
went to it and climbed atop to lie on his back with head on
a pillow.

"Would you like to see Lois naked, Kenny?" Landau asked
gaily.

"Sure!" he boy exclaimed eagerly and raised up on an elbow.

Lois seethed.  At such moments she lost her awe of the
powerful man and hated him as the twisted pervert he was.
Bad sex destroys all illusions, she said to herself not for
the first time and began to unbutton her blouse.  The two
males watched closely as she disrobed.  The older one seemed
unimpressed by the woman's magnificent, statuesque body, but
Kenny gaped in open mouth fascination.

"Can I touch her?" he asked Landau with pleading eyes, his
cock erect for the first time since leaving the elevator.

"I'm certain she'll allow that, pretty one," the man
replied, dropping his own robe to the floor.

Without Landau's bidding Lois climbed onto the bed and lay
beside the boy who eagerly grabbed one tit and began to suck
on the other.  She pushed him aside roughly when he tried to
mount her.

"I see you still have your scruples, Lois," the man said
with an ill-disguised sneer.

She was incensed at being used in this way, especially
because she was so complicit in the outrage.  It seemed
ludicrous to protest and piously claim the man was demanding
more from her than the job description specified.  She had
already committed herself to killing children.  Why not fuck
one for his entertainment?  With profound self disgust, she
sarcastically supposed a sexual exhibition might earn her a
promotion, perhaps to a directorship of one of his
corporations.  She sat up on the bed.

"How do you want us to do it, Mr. Landau?" she asked
politely.  "If he's coming in the back way, we'll need some
lubrication."

The man's eyes opened widely in surprise.  He pumped his
ordinary cock idly and stared at the naked couple on the
bed.

"No, Lois.  This evening you can play the royal taster."


* * *


"I can't just quit, Sergei.  I've worked too hard simply to
walk away from what I've achieved."

The parking garage in the basement of Landau's building
echoed with distant vehicle noises.  They sat in a black SUV
with the motor running.  For the moment there seemed to be
no hurry to set off for Sanddorff Township and the nasty
task ahead.

"And what is it you have achieved with this man, precious?"
He palmed her moist cheek.  "You're his private cop and
procurer, which is not much considering your educational
background."

"You don't understand!"  She thumped his shoulder with a
fist.  "When I speak the Secret Service has to listen
politely.  I've come a long way from the trailer park in
Terre Haute.  But I'm still trading in sex.  I turned tricks
to get that education you mentioned, and if I refuse him now
after what I did with Kenny, I'll be back on the street."

"Most jobs require a measure of prostitution of one sort or
another," the large Russian murmured as he kissed the
woman's neck and fondled an ample tit.  "Just what was it
you did with Kenny?"

"I suck him off and almost drowned on a gallon of jism.
Landau made me swallow."

"I never forced you to swallow, sweetheart," he whispered
into her ear with a hand up her skirt.  "You always did that
without any urging."

"It was awful, Sergei.  I actually participated in raping
that poor boy.  I held him down while Landau fucked him
without any lubrication.  The man was violent!  It was as if
he wanted to inflict pain.  The kid was bleeding when I
left, almost unconscious from shock, and Landau wouldn't
call for medical help."

"Do you think killing children will be cleaner than that?
You'll have to get used to these things, Lois, if you want
to remain a high-salaried cop.  I learned that long ago in
the KGB.

"I don't know, Sergei.  Sometimes I just want to get away
from all this -- to lounge on a tropic beach, perhaps.  But
then I think that wouldn't be much different than living in
a trailer park; just a change of scene."

She squirmed in response to his diddling.  "Not now,
darling," she sighed and pushed at his invading hand.  "I'm
really not in the mood.  Let's leave and get this business
finished."


* * *


Molly returned from Red's house by way of the sidewalks,
because it was dark and she did not want to cut through
vacant lots.  Although there were no lights along her
street, she felt secure.  But when she neared her own house
she was startled by the shadows of two persons near her
front porch backlit by light from the living room.  She
stopped and edged toward a decrepit fence that was concealed
by a thick stand of hollyhock before she recognized the
forms of Chuck and Rick.

"Where have you been?" they asked almost in unison when she
came close.

"We were worried," Chuck said in a voice that suggested
trouble.

"What's happened?" she asked.  She knew instantly there was
a problem.

"We can't find Jack," Rick answered.  He sounded quite
agitated.  "And some guys grabbed me and roughed me up.
They asked about him.  They tried to pull me into their van,
but I got away."

"What's Jack done now?"  Chuck asked peevishly.

"You don't want to know," Molly replied.  It was the wrong
response, because it immediately excited the boys'
curiosity.

"You've got to tell us," Rick insisted.  "Who are these
guys?  I know they're not cops."

"We'd be better off if they were cops," She responded
enigmatically.  "But maybe not even then.  Jack's in really
big trouble and so am I because I know about it."

"What is it?  We have to know, because those guys already
assume I do."  Rick pleaded convincingly.

A vehicle, perhaps a van, turned slowly onto the street from
a hundred yards away.  It was briefly lit by the
intersection's street light.  All three kids turned quickly
to stare at it.

"Let's get into the back yard,"  Molly suggested urgently.

They raced to the rear of the house.  Chuck scampered up the
back stairs.

"I'll go inside and tell Dad," he said breathlessly.

"No, no!  We can't do that," Molly insisted.  "Let's hide
under the porch."

The base of the porch was closed in.  In the past the kids
had dug a shallow trench underneath to allow access.  They
had often played there in what they considered one of their
secret places.  The three of them wriggled through in turn.
Rick got stuck for a moment.  They remained hushed in the
enclosure that smelled heavily of earth and wood mold, safe
for the moment, but, they realized, also trapped.  They
waited for long minutes, holding their breaths at times as
they listened to murmurs and rustling coming from the vacant
lot nearby.  The slamming of a car door and the noise of an
engine starting signaled the strangers' departure.  They all
breathed deeply.

"We haven't been here since last summer," Molly finally
whispered.

"We need to make the opening larger," Rick suggested.

"Tell us what this is all about," Chuck demanded.

Molly hesitated, although she was almost bursting to reveal
the dreadful tale.  "It's a nasty story."  She paused again
then blurted out,  "It's about a queer and Jack and how they
killed Alice."

"You're not serious!" Rick hissed vehemently.

"Shut up, Rick.  Let her tell it!" the younger boy growled.

They reclined on the dusty ground, Molly between the two of
them.  She did not mind their occasional touches, even to
her breasts.  But the boys were too excited about the
mystery to really fool around.  Molly told them everything,
even about her meetings with Cartwright.

"Were you going to let Red fuck you?" Chuck asked when she
finished talking.

"Jesus!  Chucky!  This is serious!"  Rick was indignant.
"Besides Molly will tell us about that later."

Molly jabbed her arms at both of them.  "Jack is hiding near
the dried up pond.  I promised to take him a blanket and
some food."

"Why don't we just forget about Jack?" Chuck complained.
"This trouble is all his fault."

"Don't you understand?" Molly huffed in exasperation.
"Jack's in danger from somebody who is very powerful and so
are we, and the cops won't help us."

"Let's tell Dad," Chuck suggested again.

"Really, Chuck!  Do you think you could tell him about
queers and what they do?  Besides we don't want to involve
our parents in this trouble."

"Maybe we should disappear until it blows over."  Rick rose
to a sitting position.  "Those guys will eventually get
tired of looking for us."

"Yeah," Chuck agreed, sensing an adventure.  "We could build
a hideout in the field."

"But what will our parents say when they find us missing?"
Molly was worried.

"We'll think of something to tell them afterwards, I
suppose," Rick stated with little conviction.  "But it's
certain we have to hide."

"Where will we get supplies?" Molly asked, accepting the
plan.

"Everything we need is in my garage," Rick stated
authoritatively.  "Blankets, camping stuff, everything.  My
mom buys food by the case at Sam's Place and stores it in
the garage."

For a moment they waited in silence.  No one raised a
further objection.

"Let's go," Rick announced as if ordering troops into
battle.

The three fugitives wriggled from under the porch and ran
off across vacant lots, avoiding sidewalks and lighted
intersections.


* * *


They chose to cross at the darkest part of the highway, a
place without street lights and crowded by trees on both
sides.  Still they waited until no headlights were visible
in either direction.  Chuck and Molly bore heavy back packs
and a bundle each in their hands.  Rick was weighed down by
a stuffed, military duffel bag on his right shoulder.  A
sling dangled a .22 caliber rifle from his left.  Rick, the
eagle scout, was in command.  He wore his uniform.  The
other two were clad as before, although Rick had found
ragged windbreakers for them.

"Now!" Rick ordered, and they scampered across the highway
and into the high weeds of the field beyond.  They trudged
forward for difficult minutes, stopping once to let Chuck
rest.  Under a clouded sky it was inky dark away from the
highway which became a distant ribbon of occasional lights
behind them.  They feared using their flashlights and
stepped carefully across the uneven ground.

"I think we're already lost," Molly groaned in despair.
"It's just too dark."

"No, we're all right," Rick assured her.  "Let's go forward
some more then cut to the right to parallel the highway.
We'll eventually arrive at the creek.  After that we follow
it north to the pond."

It was a daunting trek.  Each of them stumbled and fell at
least once, and they had to stop twice more to let Chuck
rest.  As Rick had promised, though, after less than thirty
minutes they reached the creek bed.  It had just a trickle
of water running down its center, but following its course
was difficult because of unseen rocks.  Molly fell once
again and suffered a bad scrape on the knee, which Rick
bandaged gently as Chuck held a cupped flashlight  The older
boy touched her leg more than was actually necessary, but
the girl did not complain.

They pushed on for more long minutes.  When a muffled voice
called out "Who's there?" they knew they had reached their
destination.

"It's us, Jack," Rick replied to his cousin, who remained
hidden in the darkness.  "We've brought a lot of stuff."

"Did you bring something to eat?"

"Of course," Molly answered.  "Just as I promised.  Where
are you?"

"I'm under a willow.  Follow my voice.  I'll keep talking."

They found him easily.  His head poked from between the
branches of the willow tree.

"Come inside," he urged them.  "Bring your stuff."

Once inside the dry space between the tree trunk and the
curtain of branches the trekkers dropped their loads and
relaxed.  They mutually agreed to a meal of cold pork and
beans eaten from tins with plastic spoons.  Chuck and Jack
sat together with one can of food, while Molly and Rick
dragged some gear to the other side of the tree for their
own meager dinner.  It was utterly dark.

"Don't use your flashlights," Rick warned the younger two
with his mouth full of beans and a hand on Molly's bare
thigh.

It was a warm evening in mid-June.  Crickets and other
insects serenaded the campers, who, with bellies full and
danger remote for the moment, began to enjoy their
adventure.

"Did the queer really fuck your ass?" Chuck whispered to his
classmate  "What did it feel like?"

"Take off your shorts and I'll show you," Jack responded
truculently.  "It hurt, you asshole.  What do you think?"

"Then why did you let him?"

"I didn't _let_ him.  He pushed me down and just did it."

"Then Alice got killed?"

"Yeah.  I fell on her by accident."

They grew silent for a moment.

"What are Molly and Rick doing?  I hear noises over there."

"They're making out," Chuck answered nonchalantly.  "I'm
next."

"She's your own sister!  What are you, some kind of
pervert?"

"I've never let a guy butt fuck me."

"I told you . . .!"  Jack did not finish the retort.  He was
silent for a moment then asked, "Do I get a turn?"

Chuck snorted.  "What do you think?"

"It's not fair.  Aren't we in this all together?"

"You can ask Molly, but I doubt it.  You'd better be
satisfied with whacking off."

Jack did not respond.  "Do you want to do it?" he finally
asked.

"Do what?"

"Whack off."

"Nah.  I've already done it once today and I fucked Molly
twice.  I'm tired."  Chuck rolled onto his side and cuddled
his head to a backpack.

Jack responded with a wordless growl of anger.  Then, lying
on his back, he pushed down his shorts and began to play
with his cock in the privacy of the inky darkness.

Molly and Rick had kissed and fondled each other as they
listened to the scarcely audible voices of the other two.

"They're quiet now," Rick whispered after long moments of
silence from the other side of the tree.  "Let's get naked."

"But they're just over there," she protested without
conviction.

"You know they can't see us.  We've never done it together,
just the two of us."

Molly had developed a higher regard for the boy over the
preceding few hours.  She was also eager for sexual
pleasure.  "Let's spread out the blanket first," she said
with a nervous giggle.

After a flurry of frenetic activity the two kids lay naked
on the blanket, Rick with a hand on a modest tit and Molly
enfolding his rigid cock.  They kissed passionately.

"Do guys get bigger than this," she murmured into his mouth,
squeezing his member gently.

"Isn't it large enough for you?"

"It's just fine, but I'm curious.

"About Deputy Cartwright!"

"You needn't get jealous, Rick.  But he is a huge man."

"I suppose his is bigger than mine, and I am jealous."

"You silly.  Get on top of me and let's squirm together."

He obliged her, moving his cock against her tightly pressed
thighs.  They continued to kiss.

"I could get off this way, Molly," he whispered hoarsely,
feeling a familiar tingle.

"Do it," she said briefly then resumed kissing.

Rick suddenly grunted and a spasm jerked his body.  Molly
felt a sudden wetness as he squirted on her thighs.

"There," she giggled.  "You've saved a rubber."

"I'm still hard," he said quickly.  "Let's do it the right
way.  I'll use a rubber."

"Do you have one nearby?" she cooed seductively.

"In my hand," he replied hurriedly.

When Rick raised himself up on an elbow to roll the latex
sheathe onto his cock, Molly spread her legs widely.  They
quickly embraced, and he penetrated her as they kissed.  He
wanted to please her.  He knew he could last as he stroked
his cock in and out of her exquisite tightness.  He resolved
to do a good job on the girl before his own eventual climax.
Molly soon became wild and noisy.  He grinned in the dark.
He felt so powerful.

"Oh, Ricky!" she cried in orgasm.  And then again.

They fucked in delirious ecstasy oblivious to Jack's shouted
protests from the other side of the tree.

"It's not fair!" the younger boy complained bitterly when he
heard his cousin bellow forth in triumph.

"Shut up, Jack," Chuck mumbled groggily.  "Just shut up and
go to sleep."


* * *


Chuck, an early riser regardless of circumstances, awoke at
dawn.  At least it was dawn beyond the protective branches
of their shelter.  Inside there was just enough light for
him to slip away quietly without tripping over something.
He pushed through the willow shield into a magic world
outside where a sea of fog hung low over the field, where
the weeds were moist with dew and the air brisk.  A lighter
mist obscured the sky.  It reminded him of placid mornings
in Canada where he had camped with his family near the dunes
of Lake Huron.

He needed to piss, and although he had no scout training he
knew better than to do it too near the camp.  A clump of
sumac perhaps twenty yards distant seemed a likely place for
the task.  He turned to a rustle of branches behind him.

"Hi," he said to Molly who stretched her arms aloft and
yawned with an open mouth.

She lowered her arms, blinked and smiled at him.  "Good
morning little brother."

"I'm not so little."  He pouted.  Indeed he wasn't.

Molly ignored the protest to gaze out at the misty field.
"Don't you wish it would stay like this forever?" she said
perhaps to herself.

"I need to go," he announced abruptly.

"Where?"

"Over by those bushes."

Molly noticed the morning erection that tented his shorts.
"Do you want to pee together?"  She gave him a naughty grin.

"Why not?" he said and took her hand in his.  It would be
another first for them.

They walked slowly toward the sumac.

"Can you do it standing up?" he asked with genuine
curiosity.

"I'd get my legs wet," she responded without embarrassment.

How could anything between them be embarrassing, she
thought, now that they had taken each other's cherry?  She
had never been closer to him.  She squeezed his hand.

Behind the bushes he dropped his shorts and pissed a long
stream while she squatted beside him with her shorts
completely off.  Neither of them was particularly fascinated
by the experience, and when they straightened their clothes
they did not bother to mention it.

"I heard you and Ricky last night," he commented
nonchalantly as they strolled back to the willow.  "You
really enjoy fucking, don't you?"

Without stopping she leaned over and kissed his cheek.  "All
the time."  She giggled.

"We could go out there in the weeds where it's foggy."  He
pointed across the creek bed.

"Do you have a rubber?"

"I always carry one in my pocket now."

They turned toward the creek, but were almost immediately
hailed by a voice, by Jack.  The intrusion caused Molly to
seethe no less than Chuck, who muttered under this breath.
They could have explained their intention to Rick and then
proceeded, but not so with his annoying cousin.

They exchanged hellos with the boy, who headed toward the
sumac clump, evidently a latrine spot obvious to everyone.
Rick then appeared.

"Let's make a fire for some hot food," he announced
officiously without a good morning.  "This mist will hide
our smoke."

So the day began for the intrepid campers.


* * *


The mist burned off before ten to reveal a cloudless June
morning, one that promised to be quite warm.  Jack splashed
in a large puddle, the remnants of the pond that had been so
full during the spring.  He idly attempted to bathe while
clad in under shorts.  The other three lay in the weeds out
of earshot.

"We can't fuck with him around," Chuck groused.

"Speak for yourself," Rick responded cruelly.  "I'll get
laid every night."

Molly sat up and turned a furious face to the older boy.  "I
decide, Rick!  I decide when, where and who I fuck!  Tonight
I'll sleep with Chucky.  You keep Jack away from us, if you
want to do it with me again."

"Do I have to wait until tonight?" Chuck whined.

"Go whack off, Chuck," Rick replied angrily.  He had
mistakenly thought that rank had its privileges.

Chuck rose to one knee, intending to go deeper into the
field and comply with Rick's suggestion.  But before he got
to his feet Jack called out loudly.

"Look over there!"  He pointed toward the west where an
aircraft became visible.

Even from the distance of at least a mile they could hear
the unmistakable thwup, thwup of a helicopter.

"Oh, Christ!" Rick exclaimed and jumped to his feet.
"Quick, get under the tree." he ordered.  "Don't leave any
stuff out here."

They rushed to the concealment of the willow branches
carrying odds and ends with them, where they huddled as the
copter approached louder and louder.  Rick was aghast and
deeply embarrassed by his stupidity.  He had never expected
the enemy would  pursue them so seriously.  He had chosen
for their camp the most logical spot in the almost one
thousand acres available to them, a place with fresh water
in the wide creek bed and a number of trees for shelter.
The aircraft circled overhead and then seemed to hover
ominously.  To their deep relief it eventually flew away,
its noise growing more distant.

"We can't stay here!" Rick exclaimed almost in a panic.
"We'll have to move the camp."

"In daylight?" Molly asked with a questioning look.

The younger boys stared at their leader with gaping mouths.


* * *


End of chapter four.  I'm rewriting as I proceed.  Please be
patient.  Suggestions appreciated.

Varangian

ludmax11@hotmail.com









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