Adrienne and me walked the rest of the way through the swamp to the swimmin' hole, a little over a hundred yards, at Jackson Plantation without sayin' a single word.

When we got to the little sandy area at the edge of the water, I said, "Here we are," before droppin' my bag and pullin' my shirt over my head.

Adrienne dropped her flip-flops before gently placin' her book bag on the sand. Takin' a deep breath, she looked around in all directions. Clearly she was takin' in the sight of the swimmin' hole: the old shed the WPA'd put a bathroom in, the old dock they'd used to load up barges before the War `Tween the States, the picnic table, and what not.

"You are plannin' on swimmin', ain't ya?" I asked.

"Yea..." she said, before addin', "Kinda reminds me of the little cove where I went swimming with my cousins..."

"Oh yea?" I asked, as I dipped my extremely dirty bare feet into the cool water.

"Yea...but that was part of the ocean: it had waves..." she was clearly reminiscin'.

"I never been swimmin' where there's waves," I began sayin' before addin', "Never seen the ocean before neither."

Adrienne chucked a bit before sayin', "I never liked the waves: this looks like a better place for swimming..." With that she took hold of the bottom of the pale green sundress she was wearin' and began liftin' it up.

By the time the sundress had cleared her shoulders I was starin' at her in disbelief: she was wearin' the strangest, most brightly colored (candy apple red), and by far the most revealin' one-piece girl's swimmin'-suit I'd ever seen. The straps over her shoulders were quite thin: at most half-an-inch wide. On the front, it had this ridiculously steep V-neck that plunged down to prob'bly an inch or so above her belly button. The sides, under her arms, were open almost all the way down to her waist. The leg-holes were cut real high: exposin' the entirety of her hips. And on the back...well, there was almost no fabric coverin' her back: the shoulder straps wrapped around behind her neck, seemin'ly disconnected from what little material was coverin' her butt. Actually there was NO material coverin' her butt: there was this thin strip of fabric that came up between her butt cheeks and split in two, lookin' a bit like an upper-case letter "Y", before headin' around to the front, well above her hips...

Adrienne dropped her sundress on top of her book bag before askin', "You like my bathing suit?"

"I never saw one even remotely like it," I honestly replied.

Smilin', she took a step towards me and the water before sayin', "Okay, but do you like it?"

"Ah... well, I s'pose," I replied.

Adrienne licked her full black-lickerish colored lips before sayin', "I know you like it," with a little giggle.

"How you figure that?" I asked.

Adrienne took another step toward me. Placin' her small chocolate colored left hand against my lower belly, just below the waist band of my swim-trunks, she said in what I could best describe as a loud whisper, "I know you like it because you need taking care of..."

Glancin' down, I realized that it was decidedly obvious from the way my swimmin' trunks were tented out in the front that my cock was about three-quarters hard. "Oh..." I commented.

Adrienne stepped around me into the water. She took a couple steps: effectively movin' behind me, before she said, "We'll swim a little before I take care of you..." in a voice that almos' sounded like she was teasin' me a little.

For the followin' hour, or so, we splashed around in the water. We didn't really splash each other with the water; so much as I was splashin' by tryin' to grab at and touch her, while she was splashin' by half-heartedly tryin' to not let me. It was all good fun; not unlike what happened when I'd go swimmin' with my sisters and my girlfriend...

I was a bit surprised when Adrienne began walkin' out of the water. "Where you goin'?" I asked.

Turnin' only her head `bout halfway around, so she was lookin' somewhat in my direction, she replied, "I need a cigarette...you want one?"

While I didn't want specifically want a cigarette, I had noticed that whenever someone who smokes is offered a cigarette they always accept: I always kinda figured it was a form of politeness, kinda like how if you're walkin' and someone offers you a ride in their car you're supposed to get in... So, not wantin' to be impolite, I said, "Yea, sure," and began followin' Adrienne out of the water.

I was barely ankle-deep in the water when she reached her bag. Adrienne had already begun shakin' her hands dry when she began squattin' down on the sand. She pulled the small white paper box out of her bag, flipped the top of the cigarette pack open, and pulled out two cigarettes. By the time I was about halfway between the edge of the water and where Adrienne was, she was droppin' the pack of cigarettes back into her bag and pullin' out her big metal lighter.

I was only a couple steps from her, as she stood and began turnin' towards me. OH GOOD LORD... her swimmin'-suit had gone slightly transparent from bein' wet: her black-lickerish colored nipples were clearly visible through the candy apple red fabric her swimmin'-suit was made from. "I can see your nipples," I commented in a stunned disbelief.

I could actually see the color of her cheeks get a slight reddish tint as I said those words. In a flash she was lookin' down at her chest, then she bluntly said, "They didn't pop out." She looked up at my face and added, "if you keep lying to me, I'm not gonna take care of you," with a half giggle.

"I ain't lyin'," I declared as I reached out with my left hand and proceeded to tap my index finger against her right nipple, sayin', "I can see `em through your swimmin'-suit, "right here," I moved my finger to her left nipple, "and right here."

Adrienne looked back down towards her chest. After a second or two she began speakin', "Oh yea...two dark spots that stick out a little..." She continued lookin' down at where her black-lickerish colored nipples were clearly visible through the candy apple red fabric in silence for several seconds.

The silence felt a bit awkward to me, so I started sayin', "Kinda embarrassing, right? I thought you should know..."

Adrienne's head quickly snapped back up. Smilin' she said, "It's not embarrassing." She put one of the slimmish longish all-white cigarettes between her lips, flicked the lighter lit, brought the flame of the lighter to the tip of the cigarette and sucked air in through the cigarette: drawing the flame into and ignitin' end of it. After flicking the cover closed on the lighter, she moved the lit cigarette away from her lips and blew out a little smoke. "What is embarrassing is when my nipples pop out of my green swim suit."

"Pop out: how's that happen?" I heard myself askin' as she passed me the cigarette she'd just lit.

Adrienne proceeded to light the second cigarette the exact same way before sayin', "My green swim suit is shaped different than this one." She took a puff off her cigarette, then continued speakin' as she was blowin' out the smoke, "the front is held up in the middle by this one thin cord that goes around behind my neck, then there's nothing under my arm or on my back above here," she tapped her empty left hand against her side, a little above her waist. "So," she continued explainin', "The part that goes here," she moved her left hand across her chest to the area around her right nipple, "sometimes droops down..."

I took a puff off the cigarette Adrienne had given me as she was speakin', then after blowin' the smoke out I began sayin', "So when it droops down ther's nothing holdin' it over your nipple...and it looks like your nipple pops out..."

"Exactly," she replied.

"Bet most of the time it happens is when the swimmin' suit is wet," I thought out loud.

"How'd you know that?" she asked before takin' another puff on her cigarette.

I took a puff on my cigarette, and blew the smoke out before answerin', "When its wet it weighs more... Two years ago the same thin' happened to me." I added in a near whisper.

"How?" Adrienne asked in a quizzical tone.

"I'd gotten a new pair of swimmin' trunks: the waist was a little too big and when I was comin' out of the water they fell off," I explained.

"People could see everything," she commented.

I took another puff from my cigarette before sayin, "Yea, it was pretty embarrassin'."

"Wish I could have seen that..." Adrienne said with a little giggle before takin' a puff from her cigarette. Blowin' out the smoke as she spoke, she asked, "Did you need taking care of when it happened?"

"No: thank God...That really would have been embarrassin'," I said before takin' a final puff off my cigarette and droppin' it in the sand, as Adrienne did the same. While blowin' the smoke from her last puff out, Adrienne began sayin', "You ever wonder why boys and girls have such different swim suits?"

I thought for a second before sayin', "Boys' swimmin' trunks are smaller version of mens', and girls' are smaller version of women's...why you askin'?"

As we stepped back into the water, Adrienne continued her questionin', "Boys' being like men's makes sense since boys look like small men. But women have big chests, where girls and boys chests are the same; so since girls and boys chests are the same, why aren't their swim suits?"

She made a good point, but havin' no idea how to respond; I kept my mouth shut.

Adrienne continued sayin', "I mean my chest and your chest are the same, right?" I glanced at her decidedly flat chest as she continued speakin', "So why couldn't I wear your swim suit?"

"No way my swimmin' trunks would stay up on you," I truthfully commented.

Adrienne laughed a little before sayin', "One's like yours that are my size..."

"You'd want to wear boys' swimming trunks?" I half asked.

"Yea, why not..." she said before askin', "You never wondered what wearing a girl's swim suit would be like?"

"The thought never crossed my mind," I honestly informed her before askin', "You want to try wearin' a boy's swimmin' trunks?"

Suddenly she was askin', "You have a pair from when you were younger that might fit me?" in the most hopeful soundin' voice.

"Maybe...in the attic..." I found myself thinkin' out loud.

"I'd offer to let you try one of mine, JD," Adrienne began sayin', "But they'd all be too small..." she trailed off before suddenly smilin' and sayin', "Maybe one of your older sister's swim suits would fit you."

"Yea...maybe," I heard myself sayin'. Then, comin' to my senses, I added, "But I don't think it'd be a good idea for anybody to see me in a girl's swimmin' suit."

"Hmm... Maybe not..." Adrienne seemed to be understandin' my point. "But if it was just you and me in your house, we could try," she suggested, findin' a way to make it a possiblity.

"I `spose," I said as I tried grabbin' at her bottom.

"Aah..." she yelped as she began tryin' to not let me get a hold of her. And with that we were back to splashin' around in the water.

After about twenty minutes of splashin' around in the water; while gettin' my hands on Adrienne's bottom, thighs, and crotch numerous times making my cock all hot and bothered in my swimmin' trunks. The instant after her hand brushed across the tented out front of my swimmin' trunks, she froze and began speakin', "You need taking care of."

"I think I do," I heard myself replin'.

A grin appeared on Adrienne's chocolate colored face just before she began askin', "You ever sperm underwater?"

"No," I honestly replied. But the idea sounded interestin', so I added, "Not yet..."

The grin on her face began growin' into a full blown smole, as Adrienne asked, "You wanna try?"

"Sure," I answered. I'm fairly sure I wouldn't have been able to reply in any other way even of my life had depended on it.

Adrienne began pullin' me into shallower water; only stoppin' when the water we were in was shallow enough that it only came to my waist; at that point she began pulling my swimmin' trunks down. I was about to say somethin', but before I could open my mouth, she was already speakin', "It looks real neat when a guy sperms underwater, so watch real close."

"A'right," I gasped at the very instant she gently wrapped her small chocolate colored fingers around the rock hard shaft of my ivory colored cock. With the fingers of her right hand wrapped gently but firmly around the shaft of my cock, she began movin' her hand up-and-down the length of my twelve-year-old member while gently twistin' her wrist. She reached in with her left hand and began rubbin' my nuts.

"You're really good at that," I complimented her.

"Thanks," she quickly replied before addin', "Practice makes perfect," with a giggle.

"So you've done this lots of times before?" I heard myself askin'.

"With at least one of my male cousins every time we went swimming," she proudly replied.

Several seconds passed in silence before I felt my butt cheeks tighten. "I'm about taa..." I warned as I felt my twelve-year-old balls draw up under my cock.

"Watch the water," she quickly said.

Half a second later the hot cream began surgin' up the little tube on the underside of my cock, before spewin' out the little hole on the end... It was mesmerizin' the way the spurt of cream shot out of the little hole at the tip of my cock: it almost looked like a little wispy white rope was shooting out of my cock... Spurt after spurt, my hot cream spewed out of my cock into the water: each spurt creatin' its own wispy little white rope in the water. Shortly after the seventh wispy little white rope of cream appeared, my cock began to wilt in Adrienne's chocolate colored hand.

Just as she began lettin' go of my cock, Adrienne began speakin', "Looks pretty neat, huh?"

"Very neat," I half gasped while tryin' to catch my breath. I began movin' my hand in the water in front of me: the wispy little white ropes of my cream began to come apart, turnin' into a wispy whitish cloud in the water.

"You wanna know what makes sperming underwater even better than how it looks?" she asked in a voice that sounded practically giddy.

"Wait," I said, hardly believin' what I'd just heard, before askin', "You mean to tell me there's somethin' better about it than how it looks?"

Adrienne nodded.

"You gonna tell me what it is?" I asked.

The smile on her face seemed to get even bigger as she was pointin' at the wispy whitish cloud in the water when she began sayin', "It's like you spermed on any girl who happens to swim through the area."

"Whoa..." I heard myself thinkin' out loud.

"Yea..." she began to laugh, "...and they won't even realize it's happened..."

"Oh my..." I half stammered before declarin', "I'm gonna make sure to shoot in the water every time I go swimmin' from now on."

"If I'm not with you when you do it, I want to hear about it..." Adrienne almost sounded like she was beggin'.

"'Course I'll tell you about it," I reassured her.

Perhaps four seconds after those words passed my lips, we heard, "JD, Pa wants to talk to ya." Turnin' around in the water I watched as Rosie approached the swimmin' hole from the trail.

My heart sank as my mind flashed back to the conversation I'd had in the garage with Daisy that morning...particularly the part about how Pa'd tan my hide if he knew about me screwin' with Adrienne. Combine that notion with the fact that my younger sister was approachin' the swimmin' hole in silence; and I was fearin' the worst.

Just as Rosie was getting' to where Adrienne and me had put our bags on the sand, Rosie spoke up, "Pa wants'a know where you put the geetar."

Moving into shallower water I breathed a sigh of relief before tellin' my little sister, "Its in its case in the basement where it always is," before a thought hit me, "Wadn't it there?"

"Don' know," Rosie replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

There was a brief silence as I made my way out of the water, followed by Adrienne, before Rosie said, "You got yourself a new friend there JD?"

Before I could open my mouth to reply, Adrienne was introducin' herself: "Adrienne Williams," she said offerin' her wet hand to my sister, "You're JD's younger sister, right."

Rosie took and shook Adrienne's wet hand as she was replyin', "Rosie, and yea I am."

I could see a slight hint of redness in my sister's cheeks as she quietly said, "Uhm, Adrienne, your nipples are showing."

"Through my swim suit, right?" Adrienne calmly replied.

"Yea," Rosie answered soundin' a little uncomfortable.

"JD already told me," Adrienne said with a near giggle, before addin', "And no; I'm not embarrassed."

"I would be," Rosie commented, soundin' like she was thinkin' out loud.

"Why?" Adrienne asked in a confused soundin' voice.

"Because boys ain't supposed to see that part of a girl if they ain't..." Rosie trailed off.

"Oh well..." Adrienne sounded like she was tryin' to figure out what my sister meant, before suddenly sayin', "That doesn't matter: JD spermed in me a couple times already."

Rosie's eyes got big and her mouth quite literally fell open upon hearing Adrienne say that.

Seemin'ly ignorin' my sister's response Adrienne went on to say, "You're lucky to have a brother who's got such a big one and who's so good at sperming..."

"Adrienne, what did you do what that jar; I'm feelin' a little thirsty?" I interrupted in an attempt at changin' the subject.

"In my bag," Adrienne said before squattin' down and reachin' into her bag. After barely a second she had pulled the mason jar out of her bag and was handin' it to me.

"We bumped into Bo on the way over here," I informed my sister before taking the lid off the fruit jar and takin' a sip: I reveled in that oh so familiar burn, before cringin' just slightly at the citrusy after-taste.

"You want some Rosie? Its real good," Adrienne offered.

"Ah...a'right," my little sister replied. Judgin' by her tone, she was more than a little bit surprised by the fact that Adrienne was offerin' her shine.

I passed the open mason jar to Rosie. She raised the jar to her ten year-old-lips and took a little sip. As she was swallowin' a strange look appeared on her face. An instant later she was sayin', "It tastes kina lemony..." as she handed the jar back to Adrienne.

"Bo says he's tryin' to get more lady customers by puttin' a drop of lime juice in the bottom of the jars," I explained the unusual taste to my sister; shruggin' my shoulders as I finished speakin'.

At the very same instant I finished speakin'; Adrienne raised the mason jar to her own plumpish black-lickerish colored lips before takin' an absolu'ely huge sip, perhaps a full 10% of the jar's volume. She then proceeded to swallow the entire sip of the lime flavored shine down in one big gulp, before smilin' and sayin', "Your cousin Bo is a real good cook."

Turnin' directly towards Adrienne, Rosie asked, "You like the citrusy taste?"

"Yea; its real good," Adrienne replied before askin', "Why don't you?"

"I don' know," Rosie replied before `splain', "I guess I don't think shine's s'pposed to taste citrusy..."

"Well I like it," Adrienne commented as she began to raise the jar to her lips again.

"I wouldn't be drinkin' so much of that at once," I advised.

Movin' the jar a little ways away from her lips, Adrienne asked, "Why not?" "If ya drink too much shine at once you'll get dizzy and had trouble standin' and walkin'," I explained before asking, "You ain't never had shine before today, right?"

"An' if you drink it too fast you might even up-chuck or pass out," Rosie added.

A slightly nervous look appeared in Adrienne's almond colored eye as she put the lid on the mason jar and set it in her book bag before answerin' my question, "Today's the first time I ever had shine. Never even heard of it before today."

"Yea...I don't think its gonna get Bo more lady customers..." I began sayin' before looking at Adrienne and concludin', "...but it might get him some customers who never had shine before."

"So if drinking shine can make me dizzy, make it hard to stand up and walk, maybe even make me vomit or pass-out; then shine must be kinda bad for you," Adrienne said.

"You're pop's pop has been drinkin' shine for years: anything seem to be wrong with him?" Rosie asked.

"No," Adrienne replied.

"Drinkin' shine is like smokin': it ain't gonna hurt you so long as you don't do it constantly," I offered an explanation I thought would resonate with Adrienne.

"Oh..." Adrienne said before sayin', "But there have been days when the only times my mother isn't smoking is when she's eating, so then you think something bad will happen to her?"

"You mean every breath she takes is through a cigarette?" Rosie asked in a shocked soundin' voice.

Adrienne still seemed nervous as she tried explainin', "No...but she's got at least one lit the whole day," before addin', "Cherrie does the same too sometimes..."

Seein' a confused look on my sister's face I explained, "Cherrie is Adrienne's cousin," before sayin', "But I'll bet Cherrie and your Ma didn't do that for quite a while after the first day either of `em smoked a cigarette."

After several seconds of silence Adrienne began speakin', "First time Cherrie had a cigarette going for the whole day was a couple months ago; so she'd been smoking for about two years when she first did it." Adrienne briefly paused to take a breath before continuin', "My mother has smoked as long as I can remember, so I don't know how long it was before the first time she had a cigarette going all day long..."

"And how many cigarettes did you have the first day you smoked?" I heard myself askin'.

"Wait; you smoke?" Rosie asked immediately after I finished speakin'.

"I started smoking two years ago just after I turned seven," Adrienne informed Rosie before answerin' my question, "I had two the first day; just like you."

Turnin' to me, Rosie asked, "Since when do you smoke JD?"

"Since our walk here," Adrienne answered for me before addin, "And no: we're not too young to smoke."

Holding her hands up defensively, Rosie commented, "It was just news to me: was never suggestin' you were too young." She chuckled slightly before addin', "Last year some trucker who got lost gave Gloria a whole pack to thank her for givin' him directions to Emmitsburg." I'd never heard about that before, so turnin' to Rosie I found myself askin', "What she do with `em?"

"Smoked `em: what else would she do with `em?" Rosie answered before suggestin', "JD, if you don't get home soon Pa's gonna be fumin'."

"Yea; crap," I muttered under my breath before I bent over and grabbed my shirt.

"So, I never smoked before...feelin' kinda left out here," Rosie commented.

"Want me to show you how?" I heard Adrienne askin' as I was shoving my feet into my boots.

I then grabbed my book bag; as I began to pick it up off the ground, I noticed somthin' pink inside it. For a brief second I wonder why there was somethin' pink in my book bag, then I remembered the reason me and Adrienne come to the swimmin' hole in the first place: so I could give her back the panties she'd left in my basement the previous day. Reachin' into my book bag I retrieved the pair of tiny pink panties before looking up at Adrienne and sayin', "Almost forgot to give you're your panties back."

Adrienne's chocolate colored cheeks gained a reddish hue as she said, "Thanks," and took the panties from me. I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't surprised by the fact that Adrienne had seemed to blush when I gave her the panties, particularly considerin' how unabashedly she talked to both me and Rosie about screwin'...I `spose she viewed her undergarments as one of those un-discussed subjects...

At a fully standin' position, I noticed that Rosie had an as-yet un-lit cigarettes between her ten-year-old lips: a sight which seemed strange to me, likely because over all the times in all the years that I'd seen my younger sister prior to that moment, I'd never seen her with a cigarette... I was about to comment on it, but Rosie beat me to the punch by sayin', "I'm gonna say here and get to know our new neighbor; see ya at home later."

"A'right," I replied to my sister before turnin' towards Adrienne and sayin', "Don't be forgettin' about what Bo said `bout the shine; I'll see ya when I see ya."

Adrienne smiled before sayin', "Get back home quick before your pop starts wondering what happened to you."

With that I turned around and began walkin' down the trail; leavin' my younger sister and Adrienne to their discussion...a discussion that I was certain would have more than a little to do with me.

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