1940

by Joaane

I was twelve in 1940. My sister and I were evacuated out of Manchester to escape Hitler's attempts at bombing the aircraft factories. My mum and aunty both worked in those same factories. My dad and uncle were both away at the war.

My sister Joan was fourteen so she was told to look after me and make sure that we were not separated. We all assembled at the school, almost every kid was there. All the poor kids certainly, the rich kids had arrangements of their own. Each of us had a big label tied to us with our names and address written on it and our destination. These were places we had never heard of. We each had a gas mask in a cardboard box on a string around our necks and a little suit case with the few clothes we possessed. Joan was crying as we waved to our mum as the train pulled out of the station.

I didn't cry. To me this was the biggest adventure of my life. I had never been further than Daisy Nook and the Easter fair. I couldn't wait to see where we would end up. I felt very grown up traveling on a train. I had never been on a train before. There were teachers, some of whom I had never seen before, looking after us and watching over us. I wore my best clothes that I only ever wore for special occasions. I had new cotton knickers and vest. The cloth was soft, thick and warm, not like my every day knickers, thin and baggy, turned over and over at the waist and legs where my mum had sown new elastic in. These new knickers clung to me and felt wonderful.

I felt like a queen as I jumped out onto the platform. I had no time to look around before all the other kids jumped down behind me to fill this little platform. The teachers arranged us into groups as the train pulled out of the station. I suddenly became aware of the silence. It was weird at first. I never knew that the world could be so quiet. A grown up took charge of each of the groups and we were marched out of the station to where there was a row of buses, one for each group.

We climbed onto our bus and sat down. It was a single decker with the door at the front. Joan held tightly onto my hand. She took her responsibility very seriously. The bus trundled along and soon left the town and moved out into the open countryside. I had never seen anything like it. The fields were filled with crops and sight of the animals all excited me. We arrived at a village and all the kids filed off the bus. As Joan and I stood up to join the line of kids leaving we were told to sit down again. The bus set off again. Now there were only a few kids left. The bus stopped again at a little group of houses. All the few remaining kids left the bus. Again the teacher shook her head as we started to stand. Again we sat back down. Grown ups greeted the kids warmly as they left the bus. There was someone for everyone.

The bus once again drove on. Now there were only three left, the teacher, Joan and me. Joan's grip on my hand was cutting the blood supply off. What seemed like miles further on the bus finally stopped and we were waved to the front. The teacher got off with us. She thanked the driver who waved as he drove off. He turned the bus around and drove back the way we had come.

"We are here," the teacher said.

We looked around. All around us were fields, woods and the silence that I still wasn't used to. The distant sound of the bus disappearing was replaced by the sound of birds and insects. We were stood at the end of a farm track that left the road and ran down into a valley.

"This is where I was brought up," said the teacher, "I love it here." Joan squeezed my hand as we all walked down the track deep into the valley.

The teacher told us what to expect. She was brought up by her aunt after sickness had taken away both her parents. Her and her sister Liz helped their aunt to run the farm until she left her sister to go to college. The aunt died. There was just her sister left. She was now the farmer. She had land army girls to help with the work, but it was her farm and she was the boss.

Liz was a big woman not like her sister at all who was slim and elegant. She wore dungarees and wellington boots. She had a kind jolly face, which immediately put us at our ease. She wore a broad smile, "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny," she said as she held her arms out in greeting to her sister. I was surprise to see her take hold of Jenny and kiss her hard and with passion on the lips. It made me feel strange and tingly. Liz broke the kiss but still held on to her sister, "My, My," she said, as she looked us up and down, "Jenny my love, you have brought me two pretty ones." She let go of Jenny. "Welcome girls, welcome," she said with such humour in her voice that it immediately put me at ease again.

"Follow me," she said walking towards the stone farmhouse, "I will show you where to put your things." We followed her in doors and up stairs and to a room at the back of the house. There was just one old double bed the head of which was close to the window. There was just a small dressing table with a mirror and a double wardrobe that had a full length mirror on one door. "I will leave you to unpack. I will be in to kitchen when you are ready." "Thank you," I heard Joan saying. My interest was taken up with looking out of the window at the view.

We were overlooking the farmyard and beyond that there was a long building that I supposed was a barn. I watched as two women, both of them dressed in blouses tied at the waist and baggy trousers came out of the building. They lit cigarettes and leaned against the wall of the barn. I couldn't hear what was said, they were far too far away, but I saw one of them hand her cigarette to the other and while the other woman held both cigarettes, the first woman took hold of her head and kissed her on the lips. The second woman leaned on the building with a cigarette in each hand I could see that the first woman was caressing her breasts. A strong electric tingle ran down through me. I felt my kickers become hot and wet. I stammered out, "Look, Joan, look."

She came to the window, "What is it?" she said.

"Can't you see?" I said, "It must be this place."

We watched as the kissing became more and more passionate and the woman slipped her hand down the front of the other woman's trousers. "Wow, that is strange," said Joan.

"It makes me feel funny," I said, "a nice funny though." The two women stopped what they were doing. The first one took back her cigarette. They then both leaned on the wall and waved at us laughing and rubbing between their legs in a crude gesture.

We fell over each other to get away from the window and fell onto the bed in fits of giggles. I felt all the worry and tension leave me. We unpacked our things and put them away without a single word said, not daring to look at each other for when we did we lost control in another fit of laughter. I was aware that my kickers were wet and had now gone cold. We didn't have enough knickers to wear more that one pair a day so they would have to do.

We were cheerful as we made our way to the kitchen. Jenny was sat at the large scrubbed table that took up most of the floor space. It was Liz that spoke. "I know it is difficult for you, but you will settle in soon enough," she said. "Your Mum was worried and wanted you to be in a safe place. She has been a good friend to this family in the past and we take it as an honour to welcome you to our home for as long as it takes. Jenny will be going back in the morning, but you two will be staying." She looked from one to the other. We just nodded agreement and she went on, "You have been registered at the village school but that is not until Monday. You are guests and not expected to help around the farm, unless you want to. All I ask is that you help me with the cooking and serving the girls at meal times. It is always a hectic time, I would be grateful for the help and that's the truth."

Jenny spoke up, "I should warn you about the land army girls. Most of them are married with their men away at the war. They miss their men and sometimes they can be crude. Don't let it get to you they are quiet harmless. They will swear and the jokes can be very rude. You should be ready that's all, but you will be alright."

Liz spoke again, "The girls entertain themselves in their dormitory. We won't see them again today. It gives you time to settle in. Go and get washed and changed into your night clothes. There will be some cocoa and supper for you when you come down."

It is difficult to understand now, but in those days modesty was a way of life. Since my dad has been away Joan has slept in my mother's room. I have never seen any of my family in a state of undress. If we ever had to disrobe we always did it back to back careful not to embarrass each other. Here in this room modesty was impossible. It was small and lit by a single oil lamp. The window had no curtains, not only did we have to undress in front of each other but we had to do it in the full glare of anyone who cared to look. The washing facilities were a large basin and a jug of water.

The disrobing was slow and embarrassing. Both I and Joan glowed red in the face, which was exaggerated by the glow of the lamp. As she took off her dress she tried to turn away but this just left her facing the mirror. She turned back with her head lowered. When she removed her vest and kickers I gasped and my pussy wept. She was stunning. Wonderful breasts, flawless skin leading the eyes down to the well developed bush of dark hair. A welcoming triangle I could not tear my eyes away from. My own almost flat chest and almost but not quite bald camel toe barely drew a glance from her. We quickly washed and dried and slipped our nightdresses on to cover our nakedness.

It was good to feel clean again and to get those wet kickers off at last. We had matching ankle length cotton night dresses that our mother had made for us especially for this trip. We went back to the kitchen. There were big mugs of sweet cocoa that was a lot stronger and a lot sweeter than we had at home, it was wonderful. The heat and all the cooking came from a big AGA wood burning stove that had a black chimney that went up and out through the wall. There were cupboards and a preparation area and a huge dresser with mugs hanging from hooks. It felt like a warm, secure, happy place.

I don't know if it was the cocoa or not but it wasn't long before I felt very sleepy. "Come on," said Liz, "It has been a long day, get yourselves off to bed." Once we left the warmth of the kitchen the house became progressively colder. We were running by the time we reached our bedroom and dived into the bed. We cuddled for warmth. Eventually we warmed up. We were lay facing each other. "It is a good job those land girls weren't watching when we got undressed." I said. With that we set off giggling. We realised that we were being loud and covered our mouths to be quieter. It didn't work and we giggled through our fingers. "I have never seen women kiss like that before," Joan whispered. "Me neither," I said, as if she would think anything other. Then I said, "I wonder what it is like." Just saying it had the heat running to my pussy. I don't know if she was kidding at that moment, but Joan pouted her lips and pushed them towards me in a playful way.

I didn't hesitate. I took hold of her head with my spare hand and planted my lips onto hers and pressed hard. At first she stared at me, shocked, she quivered like a captured bird, but then I felt her lips part and I felt her submit to me. My pussy gushed. Electric fingers ran through me and through me again, all me private places tingled. I drew myself closer and hugged her. I could feel her hard nipples through her nightdress. They were bigger and her breasts were harder. I did what I had seen the land girls do and caressed them. Joan let out a gasp of joy. Her face was puffy and her eyes were deep. We kissed again even harder then before. Our mouths opened and merged, our tongues dance together. I tugged and tugged at her nightdress until I could get my hand under the hem. I felt for and found the wonderful dense and now damp bush. To my amazement she parted her legs to allow access. The warm and wet pussy was a delight to my touch, my own pussy was throbbing, begging to be touched as well. We rolled and rolled entwined in our passion. Somehow we ended up naked. We touched each other and kissed each other on our lips and our necks and our breasts. We caressed each other all over and especially our pussies until we exploded and our passion washed over us in waves and then melted slowly away. We slept naked and content entwined together all that night. I was the first to wake in the morning. I felt warm and safe. I loved my sister in a new and exciting way. I couldn't wait for the day to begin.

It was first light when Liz burst into our room. We were covered by the blankets. I hoped that she had not seen the nightdresses on the floor discarded in our passion. "Come on," she said, "there is breakfast to make, girls to feed. Come on shake a leg." Joan woke up and sat up holding the blanket in front of her. I could see her naked back through the mirror and hoped that Liz would not notice. "We won't be long" I said, "We will see you down there."

"OK," she said. She picked up the nightdresses and threw them onto the bed. "Put them on again and get your pretty arses to the kitchen pronto," she said, and with that she left.

We sheepishly entered the kitchen and after we had got used to the cold of the house the heat of the kitchen hit us in the face and took our breath away. "Don't be embarrassed," she said, "What happens in the privacy of your room is only a matter for you and you alone. Just be careful with the land girls, they are far too experience for you."

The kitchen was filled with the aromas of coffee and bacon cooking. There were huge frying pans on the stove and a huge kettle. "Stop gorking and get the table set for six."

The flurry of activity took our minds off our embarrassment. Then it happened. The door flew open and six of the loudest and most foul mouthed women burst into the room. "Fucking hell Liz," one called out, "Are you serving virgins now? Me first, I'll have that cute little one." There was crude applicative laughter. They all sat at the table. "Now steady on girls," said Liz, "I want to introduce you to the two daughters of a very dear friend and former lover. This is Joan and Hilda. They all smiled with the charm of a wolf smiling at the lambs. I blushed to my roots.

Liz clapped her hands together to bring us back to earth, "Come on, chop chop," she called. We sprung into life and scurried around serving mugs of coffee, eggs and bacon, toast and more coffee. I could see Joan flinching occasionally and I understood completely, because every time they thought Liz wasn't looking one of them would touch me. One of those two we saw kissing outside the barn kept caressing my bottom. She tried to push her figures between the cheeks of my bum but I spilled some hot coffee into her lap she yelped out loud. The others just laughed at her. "Just slap them if they get too rowdy,' Liz said. Joan took her at her word and slapped the one closest to her across the head as you would to as naughty child. The others collapsed in peels of laughter. Even the one I scolded was laughing.

The breakfast was devoured and the coffee was drunk. "Right," called Liz, "You all have your tasks. Get to them I will be out there soon enough." They all got up and filed out, some of them blowing kisses at us.

We quickly had the table cleared and the surface scrubbed clean. The dishes were passed out to the scullery where there was a big, deep porcelain sink with a high tap on the wall above it. A Huge, copper saucepan which has been heating on the stove during breakfast was emptied into the sink and cooled to hand heat from the tap. The dishes and pans were washed and put to drain on the drainer.

We had eaten our breakfasts that had been kept warm on the back plate and we were drinking our coffee when the door opened and a very weary looking Jenny appeared dressed in her pink satin nightdress. "We laughed. "What?" she said.

She only wanted coffee to wake her up. It was the only breakfast she ever had. She sat at the table holding the mug between her hands as if it was the only thing keeping her warm. Joan and I were just taking time out after the excitement of serving breakfast and were also sat at the table. Jenny looked haggard. Liz went behind her and massaged her shoulders. It was obvious to me that they were lovers. The looks they gave each other said, "I love you."

Liz said, "I have to go out to work the farm, the girls are good workers but there know nothing about farming I need to instruct them. You girls are free to do whatever you want, but I guess you would like bath." We both nodded enthusiastically, a bath would be really good. Liz is a big strong woman and she needed to be able to carry the huge copper pans full of water and get them onto the stove. She then dragged the big bathtub that had been hanging on the wall of the scullery and place it in the warmth next to the AGA stove.

She joined us and Jenny at the table with a mug of coffee. Before too long the pans were bubbling furiously. Liz then very carefully poured first one and then the other pan into the bathtub. She then took one of the pans and filled it with cold water. She poured this into the bath slowly. She had Joan dipping her toe into the water until she could just stand the heat of it long enough to put her foot fully into it and keep it there. "There,' Liz declared, "Its all ready.

Both Liz and Jenny left the room and left us alone. Liz had left all the things we needed. I stepped out of my nightdress and stepped into the water first. It was very hot and it took a few moments to get accustomed to the heat. I sat slowly down. "Lie back and let the water wet your hair and I will wash it." Joan said. I slowly laid back until I was fully submerged except for my face. This had my pussy fully exposed, but I didn't care. I sat up and Joan lathered my hair. She then took a jug that Liz had left, and taking water from the bath, she poured it over my head.

"Put the jug on the floor and get in. I will do yours," I said. She stepped into the bath and knelt down facing me. She bent forward until her hair was fully submerged between my legs, the feel of it thrilled me. She then turned with her hair dripping all over me until she was sat between my legs with her back to me. I lathered her hair and then poured water all over her. I lathered her body, her shoulders and neck and down her back. She gave a little shimmy as I caressed her back with the soap and sponge. I washed her arms and then she laid back into me so that I could reach to wash and caress her breast. The nipples were out and hard. I gave them a lot of attention I then washed her fine stomach as far as I could reach.

It was my turn, we knelt up and turned around, now I was sat between her legs and I enjoyed the electric fingers of tingling excitement probing into my secret places. I leaned into her as she caressed me breasts. At twelve my breasts are forming and now the nipples stood out on fire from her attentions. We then knelt up in the warmth of the water facing each other. We kissed and at the same time gently soaped and caressed each other, we washed each others pussy and bums very slowly and very thoroughly until both our mouths and our minds merged into and warm, wet dreamlike, orgasmic, fluffy world. That then rocketed to a final crescendo.

We dried each other off with our hearts still pounding and we were still naked as we took smaller saucepans and ladled the bath water into the sink and put the bathtub away. We went to our room and not caring who might be watching we dressed for the day. Once our hair was dry and brushed we set of to explore our new surroundings.