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 Southern Kinfolk Part Two



   I began my last year of high school in the fall, travelling each way for
what seemed like hours on a bumpy school bus.  I made some friends, mostly
female since to the good old boys I was just a Yankee nerd.  One girl in
particular had her eyes on me, a buxom blonde, whom I later found out was
in her first year.  She was on the bus when I got on each morning and
openly gave me the come on.  I never sat next to her but on the way home
she sometimes planted herself next to me.  Her name was Sonja, although
around school, she was known as Dolly because of her upper body charms. 
She mentioned one day that she was a distant relative of my aunt, on her
mother's side.  That meant we were distant of cousins and I thought she
would leave me alone.  I told her jokingly that we could never have a
relationship since we were cousins.  She just laughed and said that was the
best kind of relationship.  When I told her that I was probably three years
older, she laughed again while expanding her ample chest.  She looked down
at her two peaks and then smiled at me suggestively.  She was certainly
well endowed but I had no intentions of scaling those peaks at her age.



   That evening I brought up Sonja's name at supper.  "She's a good one
Sean," Paul remarked nodding thoughtfully.  "Family too, you wants me talk
to her folks?"



   "Talk to her folks?  What do you mean; what about Paul?"



   "Marriage, of course.  You two'd make a nice couple and she won't last
long with that equipment, blond hair and all.  There's a lot of young pubs
sniffing around that gal already."



   "She's just starting high school, Paul." I said shaking my head. 
"Anyway, I'm quit happy here.  I don't need a wife just yet."



   "Well, Ah'll talk to Carl all the same.  We's pals from way back."



   My auntie just smiled at me but said nothing.  I wondered why Paul was
so persistent that I should hook up with this girl, except maybe because
she was better looking than any other girl in the school.  Perhaps he
expected me to share my future wife with him the way he shared Sona with
me. I never fucked or kissed Sona though, she just blew me once a week or
so; Paul seemed to insist on that.  Maybe, I thought, he was investing in
his own future.  One turn deserves another they say but somehow that kind
of turn didn't suit me.



   My auntie amazed me; here she was, barely eking out an existence on a
marginal farm income and she belonged to several volunteer charities in her
church.  Several times a week she attended meetings there, organizing
drives for this and that.  Sometimes she would be gone for two or three
days, driving her dated mid sized Chevy, helping out in neighboring towns.
At times, she would bring Honeybee with her to help out.  This was about
the only time other than Sunday church when Honeybee got to wear anything.
I don't know how she justified her life style with her faith but I did hear
her say once: that how she lived her life was between her and her Lord.



   When Auntie was away, Honeybee would eagerly made up for her absence. 
As soon as I got home in the afternoon, she would practically rip my
clothing off and get me into the tub.  She said that fancy learning had to
be washed off before supper.  In addition, a load of cum was usually
removed from my cock, sometimes right in the tub.



   She would fill the tub lifting pails from the hand pump on the sink. 
Some of the water would be heated on the wood stove and then dumped in the
tub.  It was amazing to watch her handle those pots and pails.  Paul had
made her a couple of stepped boxes suiting her size that she used for
climbing up and down.  Any offer to help would be bluntly refused.  "Ma
chore," she would say.  "Ma Massa not do ma chores, wouldn't be right."



   Sona would be watching jealously while making supper but since Paul was
usually out somewhere on the farm, that's all she could do.  I could sense
that she had strong feelings for me; stepping out of line behind her
husband's back however, was not in her makeup.  She would smile at me as
Honeybee blew me and sort of rub her thighs together as she tended her
cooking.  Once Paul came in and she or Honeybee got him washed, Sona was
quick to satisfy him and with that of course herself.  She seemed to get
her rocks off, even when blowing Paul or myself.  Sometimes when he was
doing her doggie style, she would have her eyes on me with an expression
that oozed with lust.  I thought at first that she was just enjoying being
fucked and I knew she was but eventually I became convinced that she was
also fantasizing about me.  It was flattering to have three women adoring
one-self and I relished the attention every day.



   The next couple of years seemed to fly by.  I became a half-decent
farmer, according to Paul and managed to finish high school with fair
grades.



   Sonja, who had by now ripened into an even shapelier Dolly lookalike,
was spurning all offers from other boys.  She told everyone that we were to
be married as soon as she finished high school.  We didn't date and I had
never told her whether I was interested in marrying her.  The whole thing
seemed to be an ongoing joke except for the fact that she wasn't dating
anyone else.



   Then without warning about a month after my graduation, my world fell
apart.  My Auntie while on one of her volunteer trips about a hundred miles
away, died of a stroke.  She was all the close family I had in the world
and her passing threw me into a deep depression.



   She was buried in a small cemetery nearby after the church services. 
More than two hundred people attended her funeral, expressing their
condolences to Paul and myself.  I knew very few of these people but she
had lived here all her life and was much loved for her activities in the
church.



   On of the mourners introduced himself to me as auntie's attorney and
handed me his card, with an appointment date written on the back.  "We have
some business to discuss son, try to make time on that day." I nodded and
absentmindedly stuck the card in my pocket, being too dazed to really
listen.



   In the days following the funeral, I spend as much time as I could,
working at whatever I could find to fix or maintain on the farm.  Paul
spoke little if we were working side by side.  He hadn't cried at the
funeral like I did but I knew he was suffering.  Neither of us had any kind
of sex for a long time.



   Sona seemed to be cheerful in a supportive manner, coming from a
different culture she probably had her own way of dealing with death. 
Honeybee was totally devastated; doing her chores fully clothed in a
halfhearted and spotty manner.



   It was honeybee who found the appointment card in my pocket several days
after the funeral.  Not being able to read, she knew enough that it could
be important and handed it to me.  I showed it to Paul who thought I'd
better go there on the appointed day.  Neither of us had given any thought
to what would become of the farm.  We were living in a house with no owner,
which meant we could soon be without a roof over our heads.



   We drove to the lawyer's office on the appointed day about a week later
and I asked Paul to come in with me.  It turned out that there was a will
and that I had inherited the farm but not until I turned twenty-one.  Paul
had been named as my guardian until then.  According to the Attorney, she
had come in to write up the will a year ago, after being told by her doctor
that she had a condition for which there was no cure.  There was also a
sealed envelope from auntie, which he advised me to read in private.



   It didn't hit me until we were half way home that Paul was left with
nothing and that now he would be employed by me.  He didn't seem upset by
the results of the meeting or act any different from his usual self, so I
left it alone for the time being.



   I opened my Auntie's letter later that day in the privacy of the chicken
coop.  It was a place where I was used to come and sit when I wanted to
reflect or read in peace and quiet.  I found the soft intermittent cackling
soothing somehow.



   I opened the letter and began to read her schoolgirl longhand.



   "Dear Sean: When you read this, I'll be gone upstairs.  Please don't be
sad; though I know you'll cry, it's in your nature.  You have your whole
life ahead of you and I just hope that despite all the losses you have
suffered in your short life, you will look back and remember me as someone
who loved you very much.  I'm so happy that you came and that you have
taking an interest in the farm.  Don't worry about Paul he inherited his
fathers spread a few years ago.  It's rented and he will leave in a few
years when you can run the place yourself.  I think Honeybee will stay with
you, at least if she has her way, so please look after her.  I have a piece
advice for you and I hope you will take it to heart.  I know young people
want to go their own way when if comes to marriage and so many fail,
because life just don't go as we plan it.  I know Sonja very well; she has
worked with me in the church for several years.  You know she has her heart
set on you and I know the two of you are soul mates.  How do I know?  Well
there are some things in life that only age can work out.  Trust me Sean
she is the one for you; it's in her eyes.  I love you and the Lord willing
I'll to be your guardian angle, watching over you until we meet again. 
Remember life must goes on; be happy.  Love Auntie."



   I put the letter back in the envelope and cried and then I laughed at
the same time when two chickens began squabbling over some morsel on the
floor.  Auntie had loved those chickens, there was just something about
these simple creatures that made her happy.  I decided that I would always
have chickens on the farm, as a sort of connection to her.



   Sona and Honeybee had supper ready when I got back in the house.  Paul
was still back out there somewhere.  He had spent a lot of time in the
woods behind the farm since the funeral.



   "Paul say you own farm.  I very happy Auntie did so." Sona said smiling
sympathetically.



   "Ah's happy too, young Massa.  You's family, is only right." Honeybee
spoke with a lot of sadness in her voice.  Auntie was the only real family
she'd ever had and I wowed to honor auntie's wish and always look after her
one way or another.



   "Well I said," clutching my letter, "I was a little concerned about Paul
before reading this.  But I guess that part will be all right." We were
finished supper by the time Paul came back.  "Auntie's letter told me about
your farm," I said.  He just nodded and ate his supper quietly.



   That night after dark, Paul screwed Sona without spanking her before or
after.  I listened to their moans and then as they finished to the sound of
the Crickets outside accompanied by Honeybee's breathing next to me.  It
had been raining and the air was thick with humidity but now the sky was
clearing up, at least enough for the moon to light up Honeybee's face.  She
was wide-awake looking at me.  She smiled in her submissive matter and then
a cloud hid the moon again, hiding her dark features.



   "You wake Massa too?  Ah cain't sleep too." I felt aroused having
listened to Paul and Sona but the thought of doing it made me feel guilty.
The moon lit our faces again and her female intuition read my mind.  A
little arm reached out and five fingers caressed my face.  "Ah's ready when
you's young Massa.  Ah's always here."



   "I know Honeybee but...  " I felt guilty about doing it.  I could sense
that her little body was trembling with anticipation.  Her hand found my
bare chest, caressing and stroking.  Then down over my stomach until her
short stubby fingers found my semi hard cock.  She had never taken the lead
before but it had of course hardly been necessary, since in the past her
services were called upon several times a day.  She began to shake almost
feverishly when she grasped my cock.  She moved quickly as it stiffened,
lubricating it with her lips.  It suddenly struck me as she straddled me,
facing away and quickly impaling her little body, that she was a nymph. 
She groaned with satisfaction, bouncing up and down as I grasped and
kneaded those perfect black spheres.  She must have cum three times before
I did, while I dug my fingers into her padded cheeks.  Dismounting, she
licked and sucked me clean as usual.  Somehow in the dark she found a wet
towel and came back to wipe down my sweaty body.



   "Ma Massa feels good now?"



   "Yes Honeybee real good." She wiped herself and got down next to me.  I
put my arm around her as she cuddled up close.



   "Ma young Massa happy with Honeybee?  Ah wants be a good nigger slave."



   "Honeybee, you're not a slave that's against the law and I don't like
that N word."



   "Yes Massa but I wants be called nigger and Ah wants be you slave." I
didn't know what to say to her; how could anyone be that submissive?  I
remembered what Auntie had said about Honeybee being a natural submissive.
It was somehow different if she'd been white; in which case, it would be
sort of a game.



   The next morning during breakfast Paul suddenly yelled at Honeybee. 
"What in tarnation is you doing with them duds on!" She quickly ripped them
off with an expression of relief on her face.  "Now suck this, Nigger!" She
eagerly unzipped him and began sucking noisily.  "And you Jappie show that
ass to the boy and suck him off.  Git!" I whacked Sony several times and
she got down on her knees sucking while looking up at me with that adoring
'I'm yours' expression of hers.



   Later back in the fields while we were repairing a fence, he suddenly
stopped and stared at me hard.  Is you gonna marry that girl or not?" I
stared at him, taken aback.  "Well ...  what is it boy?"



   "Well I ...  you mean Sonja?"



   "Of course Sonja, she's been all over you ever since you got here I told
you I talked to her old man.  He's getting impatient; she's gonna be an old
maid."



   "Paul she's only seventeen ...  and, well this house.  Kind of small for
a new wife." He glanced at me, chuckling.



   "Ah, so you think Ah wants fucking her?"



   "Well ...  I, do you?"



   "She's white Sean, you don't fuck no white woman's got a husband." He
shook his head in disbelief.



   "You mean you let Sona blow me because she oriental?"



   "You like it don't you?" He snapped, shrugging his shoulders."



   "But the whole situation in our house she ...  she would be shocked." He
chuckled again and went back to the job at hand, picking up his axe.



   "Trust me boy that ain't no problem.  She wants you; she's a looker,
what else you want?" I didn't understand his reasoning but I wanted to
follow my auntie's advice and I did like the girl.  Aside from her physical
endowments, she was pleasant at least from what I knew about her from our
talks on the bus.



   "Alright I'll marry her, it's what auntie wanted."



   "Good, there ain't nobody could tell more 'bout woman than you aunt."
Ah'll talk to Carl again, he'll be much obliged to get her out of the
house."



   "What do you mean much obliged?  She's his daughter."



   "She don't do nothing for her keep, only school and she got to get fed."
I sometimes wondered what century Paul was living in but I kept that to
myself.



   Three days later an old half-ton rattled up the lane-way.  I was working
with Paul on a farm wagon.  "Looks like you new wife is a coming boy," Paul
said matter of factly.  I just stood there staring at the truck as Sonja
got out and lifted a couple of green garbage bags out of the back.  Carl
got out and approached us.



   "Howdy boys, brought the gal over like you said Paul."



   "Thanks Carl, how's the Chevy running?" Paul replied, while cleaning the
grease of his hands with a clump of grass.



   "Oh the usual shit Paul, the tranni's working good enough cause you
helped with the fixing." Carl looked at me, "you take care of my gal now,
you hear!" I still couldn't move or talk.  "What the matter son, cat's got
you tongue?"



   "He gits funny sometimes Carl, you know them Yanks but he's a fine boy
like I said." Paul chuckled as he spoke.  "All out of beer Carl, maybe next
time."



   "That's alright Paul, got some in the truck, cold too." He looked at me
kind of funny.  "Come on son git my gal in her new house.  She don't got no
business grow roots in the yard." I walked like a zombie towards Sonja, who
was standing by the truck waiting.



   "Well Sean," Ah knew you'd marry me someday.  Ah told you didn't I?"



   "Yes you did," I stopped in front of her and she threw her arms around
my neck, kissing me.  In a daze I could only think, that at least she had
great kissing lips.



   "Oh Ah's so excited, Ah saved myself for you.  You know that don't you?"
I picked up her bags and we walked to the house.  She opened the door
herself and I set down the bags.  Sona stared in surprise and Honeybee,
naked as the day she was born, smiled familiarly at Sonja.



   "A allays know you'd get here Missy Sonja.  Ah's happy you be my young
Massa wife." I wondered how she knew since Sona didn't seem to.



   Sonja reached down; tussling Honeybee's hair like you would a child or a
dog.  "You's a good little nigger ain't you stump.



   "Oh, Missy Sonja you know Ah's." Sonja didn't seem to be surprised by
Honeybee's nakedness.



   "Sona, this is Sonja we're to be married soon," I said to the startled
Sona.  She smiled her best: I'm very happy face but there was something in
it that didn't seem right.



   "Welcome to house Sonja, I wife Paul.  I very happy Sean get wife.  Him
very nice boy.  She turned to the stove pretending to be busy.  Sona was
wearing an apron because she was at the stove but from behind, she was
naked.



   "Oh Sean," Sonja cooed, "Ah's so excited.  Ah's your woman now, you
wants me naked now?"



   "A do that Miss Sonja," Honeybee broke in, quickly unzipping Sonja's
Jeans and pulled them down to her knees exposing her white panties "Missy
be ma young Massa wife now, no more panty." Honeybee grinned at me,
knowingly shaking her head.



   "Oh no ...  Honeybee ...  not yet," I stammered.  "I mean, I don't want
my future wife to be naked right now.  Later after ...  listen Sonja I got
some thing to do...  outside." My head was spinning and I rushed outside
walking quickly towards the farm wagon.



   Paul and Carl were leaning on the truck drinking beer as I walked past
them.  "Hey son, not so fast.  Have a brew it's plenty cold," Carl yelled,
stopping me.  I walked towards him and he handed me a can.  I'd never had a
beer in my life.  Paul had offered it to me many times but I had always
resisted, due to what it had done to my Father and by extension my mother.
This situation however demanded something to settle my mind and I guzzled
on the tart stuff.  "Knock her down boy there's more in that there cooler."




   "This should be fun," Paul chuckled.  Ah's never seen the boy take a
drink before."



   "That's alright," Carl said seriously.  "A man can take a drink or two.
Ah doesn't wants no boozehound for a son in law by god.  You look after
that gal, you hear.  Ah's only got one." I nodded and continued to drink
but a little slower after my throat seemed to constrict on the stuff.  "You
go get them papers this week boy.  Ah'll sign since on account ma gal's not
eighteen 'til next year.  Then we'll have a proper wedding in church, maybe
two weeks, alright" I still couldn't understand why and mumbled something.
"What's that son?  Spit it out." I took a deep swallow and nearly choked.
Carl slapped my back.  "Take it easy son, there ain't no fire."



   "I just wanted ...  wanted to say ...  why did you bring her here before
the wedding" I swallowed some more, emptying the can.



   "Here son Ah'll git you 'nother." He handed me a fresh can.  "Well son
it's ma gal you see.  She's been talking 'bout nothing else for Ah doesn't
know how much time now.  She wants be here now.  Never thought my gal marry
a Yank." He directed that statement to Paul, who nodded thoughtfully.  "But
you's alright son cause Sandra was a good woman and Paul here says you's
alright too."



   I nodded and began my second can, while they changed the subject to a
problem with the truck.  By the end of the second can, I was feeling heady
and I didn't really want more.  Carl however, noticed my empty and handed
me one more with out stopping their conversation.  Before I finished he
turned to me and shook my hand.



   "Like I said son take care of ma gal.  Get them there papers and you and
her 'll get proper hitched in the church with a party and all." He got in
the truck and drove off.  By this time, my head was spinning and I headed
for the house with Paul steadying me, laughing his head off.



   Through my haze, I noticed that Sonja and Honeybee were finding places
for Sonja's things, while Sona was busy in the kitchen.  Thankfully Sonja
was still dressed and I just flopped on the couch passing out.



   It was dark when I came through, nursing a thundering headache.  I was
on the mattress still fully dressed.  I sat up holding my head, moaning. 
Everyone was sleeping except Honeybee.  I could see her in the moonlight at
my feet holding something in her hands.  "Ah got them here pills for my
Massa.  Awright?" I nodded and she handed me two pills of some kind and a
glass of water.



   "Are you sitting there just waiting for me to come about, Honeybee?  I
whispered.  She nodded as I swallowed the pills downing them with the
entire glass almost in one gulp.



   "Ah sleeps too, Massa wakes Ah wakes, is only right." I heard that
mothers did that when their babies woke but they would be crying and making
a fuss.



   "How would you know to wake up, I didn't make any noise?"



   "Massa moaning, Ah hears that." Suddenly I noticed Sonja's sleeping form
next to me.  The sight gave me a start as the reality of the whole strange
affair hit me.  She was wearing a short nighty and her face was partly
covered by her hair.  Honeybee crawled up on the other side of her and
swept her hair back.  She smiled with a contented expression at me.  "Missy
very pretty wife, Massa.  Ah's happy, so happy Missy Sonja here now," she
whispered.



   I fell to sleep again and was wakened in the morning by Sonja's lips on
my forehead.  "You silly boy," she said.  "Papa got you drunk didn't he?"
She stroked my hair, kissing me then on the lips.  I moaned, still feeling
my hangover and Honeybee was already with more pills.  "Our first night and
Ah's still a virgin, Sean.  Shame for you."



   "And you will be until we are properly married," I blurted out, not
really knowing why but having said that, I decided to stick by my guns.  I
swallowed the pills with the water Honeybee handed me.



   "Oh Sean you's so old fashioned, Ah's got these feelings.  You wants
torturing me?"



   I remembered what Auntie had said about Sonja being the one for me and
it being in her eyes.  I wondered now if she meant that she was also double
duty like Honeybee and Sona.  I pulled her down next to me and kissed her.
"No I'm now going to torture you.  I'm going to neck with you while
Honeybee services you."



   She eagerly spread her thighs while Honeybee quickly lifted her nighty,
pulled of her panties and dove in to her pussy.  She groaned in my mouth as
Honeybee's expert tongue brought her to a quick climax.  Honeybee sat back
and Sonja hugged kissed me wildly.  She pulled her face away from me and
looked at Honeybee.  "Get back at it Stump, Ah's wants more."



   "Yes Missy," was all she said and dove back into Sonja's wet cunt.  She
came twice and then told Honeybee to stop.  We continued to neck as
Honeybee used a wet towel to wipe Sonja's crotch.  I had of course a bone
on by now which Sonja noticed.



   "Stumpy, "she ordered looking sternly at her.  "Can't you see Sean
needing attention?"



   "Yes Missy, Ah allays wait mah Massa tell me.  Missy wants me sucks or
fucks Massa."



   "Oh OK," Sonja looked at me inquisitively, then kissing me murmured into
my mouth.  "How do you want the nigger, Sean?" I thought about it while we
frenched and then make my mind up that no wife of mine would be a bigot.

   "You tell her but from now on you'll call her Beatrice or Honeybee I
don't ever want to hear the N word or Stumpy from you again."



   "Oh you's from the north ain't you?" She tongued me not waiting for an
answer and squeezed me tight.  "But you'll be my husband soon and I respect
that more than anything.  Honeybee," she spoke respectfully.  "Suck my
future husband off."



   "Yes Missy, Ah do right now." She actually sounded dejected, not because
she was to suck me off; I knew she loved that but I wondered if she
actually craved those degrading terms.  Auntie had said that she was
extremely submissive.  She removed my pants and soon blew those thoughts
out of my head as her expert lips tongue and fingers brought me towards a
climax.  We hugged and kissed while for the first time my hand found its
way up under her nightgown to those huge and firm breasts.  I groaned into
Sonja's mouth as I filled Honeybee's with semen.  Somehow, my headache had
disappeared.



   I looked around the house; it was probably midmorning.  Paul was more
than likely out working and Sona was in the kitchen watching us with a
pained expression on her usually cheerful face.  Then I noticed Honeybee
cleaning my cock with a cloth while shaking as if she had a fever.



   "You's horny, ain't you Honeybee?" Sonja said in a compassionate tone. I
wondered how she figured out she was horny and not ill.



   "Yes Missy but its awright."



   Suddenly Sona was standing over us.  "Come, make sex with Sona
Honeybee." She reached her hand to the small woman and the two headed for
the other mattress.  This was something Paul allowed if he was out but
usually only when I asked for it.  They made love with Sona being unusually
passionate, almost wild.



   "Sonja turned toward me when they were finished and squeezed me tight.



   "Oh Ah love you so much, Sean.  Tell me you'll love me forever, tell
me."

   "Oh I will Sonja, I'm just a little curious how you can accept what's
going on in this house; isn't it a little unusual?"



   "Your Auntie told me all about it a long time ago."



   "What!"



   "She didn't tell you?" She said, visibly surprised.  I shook my head. 
"She told me all about it when she made love to me."



   "You mean you slept with her on those church trips?" I rolled over on my
back and closed my eyes shaking my head in disbelief.  She rolled over on
top of me and kissed me.



   "Honeybee too sometimes.  Ah thought you knew?  Soon after you came
here, Ah said to her that you were the one for me; Ah just knew it right
away.  We were sharing a bedroom on a church trip as usual; Ah doesn't
remember where.  Auntie was looking me in the eyes, searching like, while
we talked about you; then she kissed me really sexy like and that night I
learned how women make love.  From that day on she said our marriage was a
sure thing.



   I thought about her words for a while.  "But I thought you said you
saved yourself for me." I spoke quietly without a hint of disappointment.



   "Oh, you silly boy, Ah's a virgin; never been with no man.  Are you
angry?" She kissed me warmly.



   "How could I be; just surprised that's all" I looked up into her
beautiful blue eyes." Sonja, will you marry me?"



   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes1 Yes!  And Yes!  Yes!  Yes1 Yes!

   End of Part Two



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