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John Deere Green
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Joe Diffie sings a song called "John Deere Green", 
about a water tower and the message painted on it: 
"Billy Bob loves Charlene" - Mr. Diffie heard about 
that water tower and thought it would be a good song. 
He just was never told the whole story. Now, in the 
words of Billy Bob himself, the secret of that water 
tower and that message and how it affected everybody in 
town is being told. (MF-teens, reluc, inc, 1st, humor, 
preg)

***

Some of you out there might have heard that country 
song by Joe Diffie called "John Deere Green", about how 
a big heart and the words "Billy Bob Loves Charlene" 
showed up on the water tower, and about how everybody 
in town thought that was all sweet and stuff.

Well, you see, the thing is that My Uncle Charley knows 
some folks over there in Nashville, and one of those 
people he knows is Mister Diffie, and Uncle Charley 
told him the story about that water tower... except 
that he didn't tell him the WHOLE story. He couldn't, 
you see, because I'm Billy Bob... and Charlene? Well, 
she's my sister.

I know, I know, the song doesn't say that. And that's 
about the only good thing that came from the whole 
incident. Well, not the ONLY good thing. But you'll 
understand that later. Anyhow, Uncle Charley didn't 
tell Mr. Diffie that it was a practical joke that Randy 
Horton did because he didn't like me much and thought 
it would be hilarious to make it look like I had the 
hots for my own sister. I mean you can't very well 
write a song about something like that, now can you?

But Uncle Charley thought there might be a song in 
there somewhere, so he sort of glossed over a lot of 
what happened and just gave Mr. Diffie the highlights 
of what MIGHT have happened if it hadn't been a 
practical joke, and if it hadn't been the names of a 
brother and sister.

What Uncle Charley didn't tell Mr. Diffie about is what 
I'm about to tell you all about. I know you won't 
believe me. Nobody believes what happened, even though 
there's proof. But I'll get to that later. 

First, I don't want there to be any of that laughing at 
my name. I know about all the Billy Bob jokes. I got 
named William Robert after some emporer named William 
that my mother read about in a book, and a Poet named 
Rober Browning. They're both perfectly good names. They 
just shorten up naturally to... Billy Bob. 

Now, back to the water tower. Here's what happened:

I had just turned fifteen and, the wheat harvest being 
over, actually had some slack time. So that Saturday 
morning I was being lazy and ly'in abed when Charlene 
came waltzing into my room like she had a right to be 
there. Charlene was a year younger than I was, and 
quite often we didn't see eye to eye on things. 

It wasn't that we fought like cats and dogs or 
anything, but I didn't have much use for her, and her 
favorite name for me was "Dork." Now I don't know what 
"Dork" means where you all come from, but in my neck of 
the woods it's another name for penis. I don't actually 
know that Charlene knew that, because she started 
calling me that several years back, before she even had 
any titties on her chest.

Anyway, we didn't hate each other or anything. It was 
more like we just had no use for each other. Except 
once in a while, of course. I mean all brothers and 
sisters need something one time or another from each 
other, and we were both pretty good about helping each 
other out when it was really needful.

We had this kind of code word for when we actually 
needed some help from each other. It would go something 
like "Billy Bob, I really NEED you to do this for me." 
And I knew that whatever it was that she was talking 
about was important to her for one reason or another. 
And I did the same thing. And that worked out pretty 
well.

I'll give you an example. Charlene was going to go to 
the 4th of July dance down at the Band Shell on the 
town square, and she was trying to get the attention of 
Jasper Thomson. So she got one of Daddy's plaid work 
shirts and put that on and instead of tucking it in and 
wearing it normal, she tied the tails together in a 
knot right under her breasts. 

She had grown some breasts in the last couple of years. 
And then she put on a pair of Daisy Dukes that were 
pretty raggedy and short. She was barefoot and had her 
hair in a pony tail and she came into my room and said 
"Billy Bob, I really NEED you to tell me if I look all 
right. I want Jasper to know that when he asked Susan 
to the dance he should have asked me instead."

So I looked at her and she looked OK, I guess, except 
that her bra was showing above that knot. So I said 
"Your bra is showing above that knot and it looks 
pretty stupid."

Charlene frowned and turned around and left without a 
word. I mean I told her the truth, right? And she 
really NEEDED to know the truth, right? I went back to 
playing a game on my computer.

I heard her come back in and she said "How about now?"

I turned around and got the shock of my life. She'd 
taken that bra off. And besides growing titties, 
Charlene had grown nipples too, cause I could see them 
poking right out at me through that thin shirt. And 
suddenly she looked... well she looked hot. My own 
sister looked mighty fine, right there in front of me 
and I felt my own cock start to stirring in my pants. 
I'm tellin' you, you could have knocked me over with a 
feather.

"Well?" she said impatiently.

"If you go down there like that, and Jasper sees you, 
he might just go home and get his daddy's gun and blow 
what brains he has in his head clean out.

She perked up at that. "Really?" she said, twisting and 
turning and trying to see herself. "So this shirt looks 
good on me?"

I stared at those nipples and nodded. "But if you go 
down there like that, old Ms Waterford will chase you 
with her cane and call you a trollop."

"What?!" she said, "Whatever for?"

"Cause I can see your tender little nipples Charlene. 
That shirt's way too thin for you to be seen in public 
in it.

Her reaction to that was comical. Her hands came up and 
clapped over her breasts, and she looked around for a 
mirror. I had a big one on the wall behind my dresser, 
and she stood there and pulled her hands away. Then she 
turned this way and that and she could see what I was 
talking about.

So she went and found another shirt that wasn't so 
thin, and she went to the dance without a bra on and 
left me with a boner I had to jerk on to make go away.

And when she came home she was so pleased with how 
miserable Jasper had looked when he saw her and figured 
out she was braless, that she kissed me right on the 
cheek and said "Thank you Billy Bob."

Imagine that - her thanking me for staring at her 
boobs!

Anyhow, that was kind of how we got along. It being 
summer and all, we didn't go to school of course. But 
we still hung out some. I mean in our town we didn't 
have more than three or four hundred folks living 
there, so the only thing to do was hang out, usually at 
the combination video store, cafe and ice cream parlor. 
They had some of those big video game machines there 
and we took the competitions we had pretty seriously.

In fact, that's what set Randy Horton off. We were 
playing against each other on this game and I just 
thrashed him. He'd spent at least fifty dollars in that 
machine trying to get the high score and so he'd be 
good enough to beat anybody who was fool enough to play 
him. Well, Charlene, of all people, took him on and, of 
course he just gave her a whupping. And then, he said 
that he'd beat her so bad that she ought to be willing 
to suck his dick. 

I was standing right there when he said that, and I 
looked at Charlene and she was all red in the face and 
embarrassed. I mean she was fourteen, and she was 
pretty and all, but she'd never showed any interest in 
Randy, and that was just a hurtful thing for him to say 
in front of her friends. And I could tell she was just 
mortified.

So, being all full of testosterone I sort of spoke up 
and told Randy that he had a shitty mouth, and a shitty 
attitude, and that I reckoned that meant he he must be 
full of shit. I believe I also suggested he had shit 
for brains, but I'm not sure. I was sort of mad at the 
time and don't remember everything I said to him.

Well Randy's parents had paid for him to have a whole 
year of Judo or Karate or some jump and scream kind of 
thing, and I guess he thought that, with all that shit 
in him some of it was hot shit, because he came at me 
jumping and screaming and kicking and chopping.

Now I don't know Judo or Karate, or any Japanese words, 
for that matter, but I buck bales of hay for my Pa, and 
I have to wrangle the stock that gets ornery, and I'm 
fairly tall. So when Randy tried to use all that fancy 
shit on me I just poked him one in the face. He fell 
down on his butt and started crying and I grabbed 
Charlene and pulled her out of that place.

She was looking at me like I was from the moon or 
something, her eyes all wide and round and her mouth 
open. Then she closed it and said "Thank you Billy 
Bob."

"No problem" I growled. 

And I really didn't think it would BE a problem. Us 
fellers poked each other fairly regular over this or 
that, and it was usually no big deal.

But the next morning Charlene came into my room like I 
told you about in the beginning of this story, and she 
looked scared or something. She wasn't supposed to come 
in my room without permission, and usually didn't, so I 
knew something was up.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The water tower. They climbed up on the water tower." 
she said.

That wasn't so strange. Kids climbed it all the time. 
It was sort of a rite of passage in our town. I said 
so.

"No." she moaned. "They painted it. About us." She was 
really upset now. 

So I got out of bed before I remembered I didn't have 
anything on. Charlene looked at me like I was a sex 
fiend from the moon then. I found some shorts and 
pulled them on and then she took me to see what had 
been painted on the water tower.

It was a big heart and some letters that said "Billy 
Bob Loves Charlene". They had used the green paint that 
every farmer within fifty miles had a gallon or more of 
in his barn or someplace.

Now there was only one Billy Bob in Glenn Falls. And 
only one Charlene. And every body knew that. So 
everybody knew exactly who the water tower was 
referring to.

And you'd have thought that people would be saying 
things like "Too bad about that." or "That was a 
terrible thing they did to you and your sister." or 
some other thing that indicated they agreed it was a 
miserable rotten thing to put on a water tower.

But you'd have been wrong. Everybody thought it was 
funny, or cute or some such thing. Mr. Miller down at 
the feed store said "Well, at least you picked the best 
lookin' girl in town." and then he laughed. And Mrs. 
Swanson, when she delivered our eggs winked at me and 
said "A brother shouldn't lust after his sister, but 
then, boys will be boys, won't they Billy Bob?" And she 
laughed too.

And of course our friends were brutal.

And it didn't fade away either. Charlene came into my 
room crying the Friday night after it got painted. I 
got her calmed down enough to find out that Julie 
Miller asked Charlene what my dick looked like, and 
Charlene said "How should I know?" and Julie said 
"Well, according to the water tower I figured you'd 
gotten a close up look." and of course she laughed. And 
the other kids that were there laughed too. 

"They think we see each other naked and kiss and... you 
know." she bawled.

"No they don't. They're just teasing you." I said.

"Well I want them to stop." she cried.

"OK, so the next time somebody wants to know something 
like that, just tell them." I suggested. "That ought to 
shut them up."

"How am I supposed to tell them something I don't know 
anything about?" she yelled. Now she was mad at me, and 
all I had done was try to help. It was lucky that our 
parents had gone square dancing over at Black's 
Crossing, cause Charlene was cussing and yelling 
something awful.

You know how sometimes things happen and you can't 
remember how they happened? Like maybe a little piece 
of your life got sucked into a time warp, and you get 
from here to there instantly?

Well, I found myself standing in front of my sister, 
with my boxers down at my ankles, holding my dick in my 
hand and yelling "THERE... LOOK AT IT... THEN YOU'LL 
KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT!"

It got mighty quiet all of a sudden. I mean her crying 
and her yelling got turned off like there was a faucet 
involved. She stared at my cock, and then she lifted 
her eyes and stared at my face, and then her eyes 
dipped back down and she stared at my prick again... 
for a long time. She got this funny look on her face 
and she kind of got all fidgety and antsy.

"Everybody thinks we do it." she said suddenly.

"No they don't, Charlene." I said back.

She looked back up at my face. "Yes they DO, Billy Bob. 
They think I've touched it and kissed it and... just 
EVERYTHING!"

"No they don't Charlene. They're teasing." I said 
again.

She looked at me and sighed. "Alice asked me if it hurt 
the first time we did it."

"What?" I was startled.

"And she wasn't laughing or teasing. She got me off to 
one side and asked me that just as serious as you could 
imagine."

"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"I told her we never did it, you boob!" she snarled. 
"But she didn't believe me. It was all "Come on, you 
can tell me Charlene, please, I want to know cause 
Davey wants to do it with me, but I'm scared." She 
stamped her foot. "I'm telling you Billy Bob, this has 
gotten way out of hand and people think it's TRUE!"

"Charlene, think about this. If people thought it was 
true, Mom and Dad would have talked to us about it. The 
sheriff would have arrested us. The shit would have hit 
the fan. Right?"

"Not if everybody else is doing it too." she said.

"Come ON Char." I said, using her short name. "Do you 
honestly think that Linda Watkins is fucking Jimmy?" 
Jimmy was her brother. "Or that Davey and Tanya Roberts 
are doing it?"

"Well, Davey wants to fuck Alice. Maybe he learned with 
his sister and he likes it, so he wants to do it with 
Alice too!"

The weird thing about this conversation was not that we 
were seriously discussing whether or not incest was 
rampant in Glenn Falls. The weird thing about this 
conversation was that I was still standing there with 
my shorts around my ankles and my cock in my hand. I'm 
telling you there was some kind of time warp involved 
there somehow.

Charlene changed gears on me. "I like your idea." she 
said.

"Which one?" I asked.

"The one where whenever somebody asks me what something 
is like that they think we do together, that I tell 
them all about it."

"I thought you didn't like that because you don't know 
HOW to describe any of that stuff." I was confused now.

"Everybody thinks we're doing stuff. So why don't we 
actually DO some of it. Then I'd know how to describe 
it."

"Do some of it?" I felt numb in a lot of places. My 
cock was not one of them. It started getting hard.

"Yeah, you know... some stuff. Not ALL of it... but 
SOME of it. I've never kissed a boy, for instance. I 
wouldn't mind kissing you to find out what it's like."

There must have been a whole passel of time warps that 
night, because I remember very plainly feeling 
Charlene's arms around me, and my arms around her, and 
our lips pressed together. I remember that just fine, 
but I don't remember anybody saying "Hey let's try 
this" or "What if we did it like this?". 

And I remember the feel of my shorts around my ankles 
as we kissed. I hadn't even pulled them back up yet. 
And I remember hearing her moan, and feeling her tongue 
tip poking at my lips. And I remember how soft her 
breasts felt pressed against my chest. But I don't 
remember how we got to that point. It just was 
happening.

And I remember that we necked for hours that night. My 
shorts did get pulled back up, but I swear I wasn't the 
one who did it. And my dick was so hard while we necked 
that I KNOW she felt it pushing against her, but all 
she did was come back for another kiss and rub her body 
all up against mine. But I don't remember her saying 
anything close to "OK, now I want you to rub your peter 
up against me."

And brother, I remember how much fun it was, right up 
until Charlene said "Billy Bob (pant pant) I better 
(pant pant) go to bed now (pant pant) or I'm gonna 
(pant pant) learn way more (pant pant) than I had in 
mind." 

It was a good thing she left, because by then my balls 
were so packed that when I squirted after only about 
ten jerks, I must have shot three feet in the air. If 
she'd have stayed there I might have been crippled or 
something.

And, I'll tell you this too. When you've kissed your 
sister like that, you get along with her a whole lot 
better than you used to. We didn't yell at each other 
all week. And every night she came into my room and 
kissed me good night, and I mean she KISSED me good 
night. She wasn't all that concerned about how she was 
dressed either when she did it. She told me not to make 
any plans for the next Friday night, when our parents 
would be out square dancing again.

And when your sister kisses you like that and tells you 
not to make plans... you don't make plans.

Friday night rolled around and, after our parents left, 
Charlene came into my room. She was wearing a T shirt 
and a pair of panties, which was what she wore to bed 
most nights. She looked good in that thing too, and her 
nipples were showing through, so I knew she wasn't 
wearing a bra. She didn't say anything at all. She just 
got me up out of my chair and left my game running and 
pushed me toward the bed. Then she was all over me like 
flies on road kill. She climbed up on top of me and 
wanted more of those long, soulful kisses.

And this time, when my cock got all hard, SHE rubbed 
against IT. 

And what she rubbed against it was her pussy, packed 
into those panties.

Now I don't know about what you felt like the first 
time a girl rubbed her pussy against your boner, but I 
can tell you I about died. I knew what was in those 
panties, and I knew what my cock was designed to do. 
And while I'm a little dim on what we said to each 
other.

I surely do remember finding myself on top of Charlene, 
and her panties were lying on the floor then, and I was 
naked as could be. And the tip of my prick got stuck in 
a hot, wet place and Charlene didn't say one word about 
how I'd better get it out of there. She DID give out a 
squeal and cried a little bit when my cock went in her. 
And, like I said, we didn't plan it or aim for it, but 
a time warp happened and there I was sunk to my balls 
in my little sister. I think we were both amazed that 
this was happening. 

But then she quit crying, and her hips started moving 
around, and then it was like trying to ride a horse 
that doesn't know he's been broke and is trying like 
hell to buck you off.

Things were happening so fast that I don't think either 
one of us really knew what we were doing. She felt so 
good... all hot and wet inside, and her breasts were so 
soft and hot against my chest. I wanted it to last for 
days.

And then, before I could think about it, I was jamming 
my root in her as it sprayed what I knew was white 
slippery sperm... all up inside her teenaged belly. I 
had one fleeting thought of "baby", but all that did 
was make me shoot even harder.

That was the first time we had sex. It was wild and 
unplanned and we both felt guilty as hell when it was 
over. I felt guilty until I went outside for some air 
and looked up at that water tower. Then I went back in 
and took her hand and dragged her outside and pointed 
up there. "See that?" I asked. "Well, Randy ain't so 
stupid as I thought he was, because that's true."

She waited until we got back inside to kiss me and 
damned if we didn't end up naked in bed wrestling with 
each other again. It wasn't like the first time, 
though. The second time we looked at each other, 
staring at nakedness we hadn't seen before. I have this 
birthmark on my abdomen, right about where my hair 
starts. It's pink and it's in the shape of a diamond. 
She put her finger on it and then kissed it and said it 
was the same color as her nipples. 

That got my attention on them and we found out that she 
liked to have those nipples sucked... a LOT. Then we 
did a lot more kissing while I slid my prick in and out 
slowly, savoring the feel. And when she cried and 
wiggled and came, I just watched her face as it lit up. 
Later, when it came time for me, I shoved it about as 
deep as I could and just let my jism fly. I never felt 
anything that fine before.

Well, that changed things between Charlene and me, of 
course. We were even more friendly to each other. I 
mean if you're mad at each other, then nobody's going 
to sneak down the hall in the middle of the night to 
get a little nookie, you know? So we both tried pretty 
hard not to get the other one mad at us. The only 
problem with that was that it sort of fed the myth.

OK, it wasn't a myth, but nobody else knew that. 

So let's say it fed the legend. The town council wasn't 
about to spend any money on cleaning our incestuous 
relationship off the water tower, and Randy's parents 
wouldn't pay. Mr. Templeton, the lawyer in town, 
advised the town council that letting Randy himself go 
up there, all official like, to clean it off, would 
leave them liable if anything happened to him. 

The Mayor said, "Well, seeing as how Billy Bob and 
Charlene don't seem to take it all that seriously, I 
don't see why the rest of us should either." He whacked 
his little wooden hammer on the table and suggested 
they retire to Smoky's bar to discuss world events.

So "Billy Bob Loves Charlene" stayed up there for the 
whole town to see. And it affected the way they all 
treated us, even though nobody actually believed that I 
was porking my sister.

For instance, there was a back-to-school party out at 
the Turner farm and everybody went. My sister didn't 
have any boyfriends, mostly because she had a boy at 
home she could kiss pretty much any time she wanted to, 
and then get naked with and get her socks fucked off 
and her pussy just stuffed full of spunk. So what did 
she need a boyfriend for? And I didn't chase after any 
girls for the same reason. So Charlene and I went to 
the party together. Her friends were there and so were 
mine, and we split up to be with them, like any brother 
and sister would. 

Now, what happened was that all the adults (the fancy 
name is chaperone) started sampling Mr. Turner's hard 
cider that he made himself and pretty soon they weren't 
paying any attention to their duties. The kids, of 
course, started playing the kind of games that the 
adults were supposed to be there to make sure we didn't 
play. It was truth or dare that they tried to trip us 
up on. 

I knew better than to ever say "truth" and when it got 
to be my turn I just said "Dare". It was Sally 
Richardson who was asking me, and she got this look in 
her eye and said "I dare you and Charlene to go in the 
tack room and change underwear with each other."

Well, there were hoots and belly laughs all around at 
that one. I was a normal teenaged boy, notwithstanding 
that I fucked my sister every chance I got, and I 
bristled a bit at that because I knew Sally was trying 
to embarrass me.

"What's the matter Billy Bob?" said Sally all sweet and 
nice. "I thought you loved Charlene."

You'd have thought there was a laughing contest going 
on and everybody was trying their damndest to win it.

Charlene just stood up and said "I can't WAIT to see 
what he has to promise me to get my panties off. You 
better have another dare ready, Sally, because he's got 
a long row to hoe this time." Then she walked toward 
the tack room, like she was going to the pantry to get 
a jar of tomatoes or something. I muttered that 
somebody was going to pay for this and snarled and 
kicked Jimmy Westfall when he didn't get out of my way 
quick enough, but I followed Charlene into the tack 
room.

I had to close the door fast, because Charlene was 
already half out of her jeans. She had on blue bikini 
panties and anybody looking through the door would have 
been able to see them. She looked over at me and said 
"Lock that door." There was a board that could be 
wedged through the handle so the door wouldn't open and 
I put it up there. When I turned around Charlene was 
naked from the waist down. "They think we're in here 
arguing and that you're trying to get my panties off." 
She held them out to me. "We don't have long." 

I knew that tone. It was the tone I heard at night when 
she slipped into my room and climbed into bed with me. 
So I got my pants off and took off my briefs and then 
we lay down on the floor on top of our clothes and I 
slipped my dick in her pussy and commenced to slide it 
in and out just the way she liked it. 

Charlene had just popped a nice little orgasm when 
there came a knocking on the door and she yelled out 
"We'll be out in a minute, I'm dickering with him and 
I've got him on the ropes." About then I grunted and 
flushed her pussy out with my juice. It was actually a 
good thing we swapped underwear, because those panties 
of hers wouldn't have had a hope of soaking up what was 
leaking out of her pussy when we opened the door and 
walked out.

Charlene was grinning like that Cheshire Cat in that 
story. "He has to do my chores for a whole month! 
Thanks Sally." Then she lifted her shirt and pulled the 
waistband of my Fruit-of-the-looms up a couple of 
inches. There was a collective holding of breath as all 
eyes turned to me. Her panties were so tight on me that 
I couldn't do what she had done. Instead I unbuttoned 
and unzipped and just dropped my jeans to the floor. 
Then I bent over immediately and pulled them back up. 
They all gasped like they had practiced it with a band 
leader or something, and the place went crazy. They 
made so much noise that the chaperones actually stuck 
their heads into the room to see what the ruckus was 
about.

When we were on the way back home, after the party, 
Charlene told me that my dick had been pushing her 
panties out like it was a foot long or something. And 
you know what? I had two girls come up to me after that 
and hint around about how they didn't have a boy friend 
or anything. I said that was too bad, and that I knew 
how they felt, because I didn't have a boyfriend 
either.

That was one thing that happened because of that water 
tower.

Then, after school started, my Pa was pulling some 
weeds and he found signs of termites in the outside 
wall of my bedroom. So he called the exterminator, who 
came out and did an inspection, and they found out that 
half the wall would have to be replaced because the 
termites had eaten through a bunch of the studs. And, 
while they had the wall torn down, the exterminator 
could do what he had to do to make sure the pests were 
all gone.

We had a family meeting at supper that night, and Pa 
says "Well, Billy Bob, I don't suppose you can sleep in 
there with the wall torn down. He got a glint in his 
eye, like he was about to do something he'd wanted to 
do for years but couldn't get away with, only now... 
somehow... he was going to get to do it. "I guess 
you'll have to move in with your sister for a while."

I must have had the kind of look on my face that a cow 
has in a slaughterhouse right after they whack it on 
the forehead with a sledge hammer, because he started 
chuckling and said "I know you won't mind, though, 
seeing as how you love her so much." Then he started 
snorting and that turned into belly laughs so long and 
so loud that he actually fell off his chair and lay on 
the floor gasping.

My mother looked at him like she might have looked at a 
termite, and then looked at me. "Don't pay him any mind 
Billy Bob." Then she looked at her daughter, who was 
eating like nothing had happened. "It won't be for too 
long Charlene. And he IS your brother, after all."

Charlene just said "Ok Mamma." and went on eating.

Mom looked back at me. "We'll move your bed in there 
after supper." 

Daddy just lay there laughing.

Well, you know what happened, of course. It was like 
having a license to fuck. Charlene climbed into my bed 
with me and never left it all night. She must have had 
six or seven orgasms that first night and I found out 
that a healthy teenaged boy can cum at least three 
times a night. I packed that girl plumb full of Billy 
Bob's patented rugrat starter solution and she just 
wiggled and kissed me as I filled up her womb. 

Charlene had the sense to open a window and get in her 
own bed around five in the morning, which was a good 
thing. We were both so tired that we overslept and Mom 
actually had to come yell at us to get up. Charlene 
complained that I snored and I complained that she 
tossed and turned all night and that was why neither of 
us got any sleep.

It took Pa and a couple of his friends four days to 
tear that wall down and put up the new one. Then the 
pest control guy sprayed so much bug killer around that 
my room smelled like chemicals and Mom wouldn't let me 
move back in for two more days. Charlene had found out 
she could get on top of me and have orgasms just about 
one after another, and she was doing that on our last 
night with me in her room. She leaned down, dropping 
one of her nipples in my mouth and asked me to suck it 
while she sat there on my spike and rubbed herself off 
again. 

"Damn Billy Bob, I wonder if I could get some of that 
spray so I could make your room stink for a few more 
days. I don't know what I'm going to do when you move 
back into your own room." We both knew we'd still get 
together, but it sure was nice to be able to spend all 
night together and not have anybody think it was odd.

If it hadn't been for that water tower Daddy wouldn't 
have been so intent on making his big joke and probably 
would have just made me sleep on the couch.

The next thing that happened was during hunting season. 
Charlene might have only been about five five, and 
probably didn't weigh more than a hundred and ten 
pounds, but she could handle a .30 .30 Winchester like 
she was born with it and we both loved to hunt deer. 
And when Uncle Charley asked us if we wanted to try for 
a buck we both jumped at the chance. The Winchester was 
technically Daddy's gun, but Charlene had shot it more 
in the last five years than he did, so she took that. I 
had my old 8mm mauser that I had lovingly restored to 
it's original condition, when, during WW II, it was 
new. 

Uncle Charley and Rooster Burns, his traditional 
hunting buddy, picked us up in Charley's Land Rover and 
took us out to a five hundred acre plot of woods that 
he had permission to hunt on. He'd told us that all we 
had to bring was our personal gear, and that he'd take 
care of the food and all that. We were setting up camp 
when it became clear there were only two tents. Each 
one was a four man dome tent, but anybody who's ever 
been in one of them knows that only two will fit in it 
with more than a change of clothes. Charlene asked him 
about it.

"Well hell, girl, I just naturally thought you'd want 
to bunk with your sweetheart." said Uncle Charley with 
a big grin. 

That damn water tower was going to haunt us for the 
rest of our lives.

Rooster piped up from where he was trying to get a fire 
going for coffee. "I'll be happy to sleep with little 
miss Charlene." he said with a grin of his own.

"I believe I'll risk my brother." said Charlene with a 
straight face. They both laughed out loud.

We scouted out places to set up tree stands and such, 
and got the camp all comfy, and by then it was getting 
dark. A good supper of beans, jerky and coffee that 
would float a horse shoe, and it was off to the tents 
and the nice, warm sleeping bags in them.

I kept warm all night. Charlene and I zipped our bags 
together and I covered myself with warm, willing girl 
as the temperature dropped. And after I blasted her 
full of thick rich sperm, we had to leave my cock in 
her all night, so the sleeping bags wouldn't get all 
messy.

It was kind of poetic in a way. I shot Charlene full of 
spunk every night, and she shot us an eight point buck 
that kept us in venison all winter.

And it didn't end there. Charlene and I both tried out 
for the school play, and we both got parts in it. There 
were a bunch of practice rooms off to one side of the 
stage that the music teacher used for people to sing 
in, or practice an instrument in. They were sound-
proofed, and they doubled as dressing rooms during 
plays and musicals. Because we didn't have all that 
many kids in the school, whenever we did a musical or 
big play, people usually had to play more than one 
part. So there was most often a lot of changing of 
costumes going on.

Miss Banner, who was young and pretty herself, just 
naturally assumed that Charlene and I wouldn't mind 
sharing a dressing room. "This isn't because of the 
water tower." she said, which just proved to us that it 
was.

We couldn't fuck in the dressing room. It was just too 
risky. So Charlene decided that it was time for her to 
learn what all the fuss was about oral sex. And it was 
a good thing those rooms were sound proof, because 
Charlene was a moaner when she felt my tongue slither 
up into her pussy. I nibbled on her little bump and she 
gave out a whine that got up into the range that dogs 
can hear. I might have whined a little too, because she 
sucked me like a shop vac on steroids.

But I have to say, there's something about a blowjob 
that leaves me a little unsatisfied. Don't get me 
wrong, blowing a nut in Charlene's mouth was great, but 
her pussy is so much better. When we got home that 
night the folks were out square dancing again, so I 
nailed Charlene to her bed just to test my theory.

I was right. Her pussy feels so much finer as it clasps 
my spurting prick.

Well, that's about it. Oh, I know what you're thinking. 
You're thinking that in this whole story there isn't 
one mention of Charlene taking the pill, and the word 
condom didn't show up until five words ago. And you're 
right. We never did get around to doing anything to 
keep her from getting pregnant. 

Which, I suppose, is why she did.

And that was when the attitude of the town and even our 
parents got even stranger. Here they had been, making 
fun of us for six or eight months, winking sly little 
winks, and constantly making those innuendo type 
comments about brother and sister getting it on. But, 
when her belly began to swell up, nobody even 
entertained the possibility that it might be mine.

Every body wanted to know who the father was. Our 
parents suggested that whoever had done this to their 
baby should be put in jail and demanded to know who it 
was. That pretty well ensured that Charlene wouldn't 
say a word to them. Her friends all wanted to know who 
she'd been sneaking out of the house at night to meet 
in secret. She didn't have any boyfriends, and didn't 
date anybody.

Scooter Bowles claimed he was the father, until I told 
him I was glad to hear that, since my father was going 
to have whoever did it arrested. He recanted right 
smartly, but my Pa had a long talk with his Pa anyway. 
Charlene saved him from a fate worse than death by 
walking in on their meeting and screaming at them that 
she wouldn't let Scooter touch her with a ten foot pole 
and she CERTAINLY wasn't going to marry him, now or 
ever.

Mom tried to wheedle it out of her, and enlisted some 
of the older women who she thought Charlene might 
admire to do the same.

Charlene got bigger and bigger, and I started having to 
sneak down to her room, instead of the way it usually 
was, because it was hard for her to move around in the 
dark all swelled up like she was. But I loved doing it, 
because I loved lying next to my baby, and feeling it 
move inside her. 

Charlene especially loved having her nipples sucked 
now. They turned dark brown and got bigger and she 
could even have an orgasm just from me sucking them if 
I did it just right.

That heart and those words had been up there on that 
water tower for one year to the day when she went into 
labor and had our baby. By then Mom and Pa had gotten 
used to the idea that they were going to be 
grandparents, and Mom had done the whole Lamaze thing 
and was in there with her as her coach. I came along 
and waited outside with Pa, telling him I didn't think 
it was a good idea for an old man like him to have to 
go through this alone. He tried to smack me, but I 
could tell he really was worried about her. She was 
pretty young to be forcing a baby out into the world.

It was a boy. A strong, wrinkled, loud boy. Mom came 
and got us when things had calmed down some, and we 
could go in and see them. When we got there Charlene 
had her gown open. One breast was completely exposed. 
The other was covered by hungry baby. Mom rushed over 
and fiddled with the gown to cover up that naked 
breast. She said "Your brother's here, cover up."

Charlene laughed then, so hard that the baby lost his 
grip on her nipple and started crying. That kind of 
covered for us, but Mom looked at me strangely.

They kept Charlene there that night, for observation, 
because she was so young and had bled a lot. 

I was lying in bed, the sheet halfway up my chest, 
reading a book when my mother came home from the 
hospital. I heard her come in and say something to Pa, 
who grunted something in reply.

She came into my room and sat down on the edge of the 
bed. She had that strange look on her face again.

"How's Char?" I asked. "Is everything OK?"

"Yes" she sighed. "She's fine and the baby's a horse. 
He's the strongest, healthiest baby I've ever seen."

"That's good." I said. 

"Yes it is." said my mother and her voice was kind of 
strange. "Considering who got that baby in her."

I went cold. Had Charlene broken under the strain of 
child birth? Had she spilled her guts as she emptied 
them of baby? "So she... uh told you who it was?" I 
asked.

"No" said my mother. "She didn't have to."

"Um... I'm confused." I said, to buy time.

My mother put her had on my chest. "Billy Bob, honey, 
every mother and every grandmother examines a baby when 
it's born. We count fingers and toes, and look into 
eyes and all over that baby to make sure it's perfect.

Now I really WAS confused. "OK." I said.

Mom started dragging her hand down my chest. Her 
fingers gripped the sheet and she dragged it down too.

"That baby WAS perfect" she said softly. "Except for 
one tiny little blemish."

I looked at her, still not understanding. My attention 
was torn between listening to her and feeling that 
sheet crawling down my chest. It was to my stomach now. 
If she went much lower she was going to see my cock.

"It's a birthmark" she said. "He has a tiny little 
birthmark."

One finger continued it's journey across my stomach, 
pushing the sheet down further.

"I've only seen one other like it my whole life." she 
said.

Her finger slowed just as it grazed my pubes.

"It's just exactly like the one you have... right... 
there."

Her finger ended up pointing at my little diamond 
shaped birthmark and, coincidentally, at least from my 
vantage point, also pointing at the penis responsible 
for making that duplicate birthmark on the baby.

My mother stood up. She leaned over and pulled the 
sheet back up. Then she kissed me on the forehead. She 
stood back up and put her hands in the small of her 
back, leaning back on them and stretching. I could tell 
she was tired.

She started to leave and then turned. "I hope what's on 
that water tower is true. She's going to need a lot of 
help with that baby. He's going to need a father figure 
and I don't think your Pa is of a mind to be that 
father figure. I think he's planning on spoiling his 
grandson rotten. And, since she won't say whose baby it 
is, it may just fall to you to pick up the slack."

I felt a huge relief wash over me.

"No problem Ma. I'll be happy to help."

She just smiled and left.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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