Chapter 6
I walked on up to the cottage but before going in, I laid down my schoolbooks and had a look at our little garden. Winnie Jo and my father were home. I heard their voices inside, and I had planted lettuce, carrots, beans and potatoes in neat rows, all of which were coming up nicely. I pulled up a carrot that looked grown enough, wiped the dirt off-it and bit into it. The long, knobby jigger reminded me of Miz Blossom's dildo and I thought the first chance I got, I was going to buy one of those for Win and I to fool around with.
All at once, the screen door of the cottage slammed and Winnie Jo came racing out, bare above the waist and holding up her pants with one hand as she ran. A couple of strides behind her came my father. He, too, was bare above the waist, but he went that way most of the time. What made me gasp and holler was to see his fly open and his penis out and up like a flagpole.
He was fixing to rape Win! Miz Blossom's warning rang in my ears, 'I'm not kidding you, baby. I know of terrible things your Dad has done.' I threw what was left of the carrot in his face. That was no good at stopping him-just my angry reaction. Winnie Jo saw me and her big blue eyes pleaded with me to do something to rescue her. She was running and panting so hard she couldn't speak.
She changed direction, toward me, but in doing so, her blue denim jeans slipped down, her foot caught and she pitched forward on her face in the weedy adobe soil of our backyard.
The big man chasing her, red-faced, lips parted and wet with saliva, eyes crazy-wild, was not the father I'd loved. At that moment, I realized he wasn't sane. If he was aware of what he was doing, he couldn't help himself any more than an animal that obeys only raw instinct. But in his eyes I caught a flicker of pleading, that I must stop him before he raped Winnie Jo!
I didn't say anything to him. It wouldn't have penetrated his head. All I could do was fling myself between him and Win, allow her a chance to scramble up, tugging at her loose pants. I told her, "Lock yourself in the bathroom!" and she dashed back into the house.
Daddy and I were rolling around on the ground. I tried to get to my feet and run, too, but his powerful arms wound around my waist and there was no fighting loose from that clutch. I talked to him now, begged him not to hurt me, but I might as well have tried to reason with the big walnut tree or Magnussen's bull. He pushed up my mini and ripped the pantyhose off my legs. It was down to his screwing me then. I tried to escape, squirming around, the hard ground chafing my bare skin.
He turned me over to get at me, lifted me by one arm and one leg. I was kicking the other and bawling. He hugged me up against him to keep me still. I pushed at him with my free hand but didn't strike my father.
Somehow, his holding me that way confused me with sudden weakness.
But there was no fatherly comfort in his knocking me off. He took aim at my crotch and brought me down on his spike! How he managed to hit my vaginal entrance that way I'll never know, but he did. Bull's-eye, and I was being raped by my own father!
I felt that crowbar-jock ram up into me until it nudged the very core of my womanhood. I was being disemboweled by a bayonet!
Not really tearing anything, though. Daddy had that knack. He didn't break a woman's bones or hurt her badly. I was still hot and open from all the screwing with Mel and Miz Blossom.
If he'd raped virginal Winnie Jo, the poor kid really would have been bleeding!
He crushed down upon me and I took him lying on my back on the hard ground. Daddy was bigger built than Mel Blossom, I could tell that right away. And so monster-strong I hadn't a chance of throwing him off. My ass slapped whack-whack on the ground as my genitals took the fuck-fuck-fuck fast and hard of his long pecker.
The same rod that had spit the seed of me into my mother! So what was happening to me right at that moment was incest!
The thought flashed through my panicky mind: if ever some boy wants to marry me, shall I tell him about this? But the thought quickly slipped away. Daddy had told me that when he raped a woman, she seemed to catch his heat, share it and for her to submit was a necessity of nature.
The big truth! I stopped fighting. My hands clutched Daddy's bare back. My thighs and middle began to work, taking him.
Turning my head to face the side, I saw Winnie Jo staring down at me, shocked and bewildered. She was still topless and holding up her denim pants. "Stop it right now, both of you. Don't you let him screw you, Carol. I mean it!"
I didn't waste breath answering that silly order. Couldn't she see he was already screwing me and doing hell's own job of it? My father's big dick was a swinger, a dancer in my cunt.
Plop, plop, plop. And the heat it stirred was also in me, mounting in quivery waves.
I knew Daddy would never let up thumping my hindy into the ground until he'd shot off in me. So wasn't my fucked-up fate already written in the stars? Or do they have dirty toilet walls up there in starry space to write stuff like, 'Carol is being raped by her own father!' By this time, any stars looking down could see that I was taking it, humping, screwing him back. And wasn't that double incest? I couldn't help it. I went on putting up to my father.
Winnie Jo didn't say any more but she squatted down by me, took my hand off Daddy's back and kissed it. She never tired of kissing me different places. Then she stuffed my hand inside her loose pants, right down between her legs, patted it on her mound and slit.
That's the way she had to get into the act, not be ignored. But she shunned any skin contact with Daddy She skewed around so she could kiss me on the lips without touching Daddy, at the same time fondling my hand over her little pussy. I couldn't do much with her. Daddy was heavy on me, putting it so hard and fast now my body was moving and bending in unison with his.
Winnie Jo stopped fooling with me, and sprang up. "Jiggers! Here comes Graydon!"
Hardly anyone ever took the private road to our cottage, but at this worst of all times, he had to. Daddy was oblivious to it all. I turned my head and saw Miz Blossom's chauffeur drive up alone in the Oldsmobile.
My sister whispered, "Shall I ask him to help us?" I managed to shake my head negatively.
A lot of help Graydon could give me at this late inning of the ballgame!
Anyhow the chauffeur simply turned the Olds around and drove back to the Blossoms' house. I'd always thought of Graydon as a nice guy but he must be a weirdo. He could plainly see that Daddy had me down there in the backyard behaving like a madman, maybe going to murder me after the rape. He also couldn't have failed to notice Winnie Jo fussing around, bare above the waist, yet he didn't bother to come and pull Daddy off me or anything.
I guess, though, right at that moment, I didn't want anyone to pull Daddy off and break the charm. Winnie Jo started raging at him, pinching his behind, but he paid no attention. He was lost in lust.
Criminy, if the stars were looking down, they were viewing a hot scene. Low on the ground, I was high. I pressed and shuddered against Daddy in an orgasm that made Winnie Jo scream at the sight of my wriggling and pressing. I pocketed his dick as deep as I could work my flesh up on it. A moment later, I felt the throb and squirt as he sprayed his semen deep within my cunt.
For a moment he fell on me, exhausted. Then he sprang up, stared at me, blinking, really seeing me for the first time. He mumbled, "You're not Winnie Jo. Worse if I'd done it to the young 'un." He rolled over, struck his head down against the ground, groaned loudly, looked at his rapist's rod, hastily stuffed it into his pants. "I'll- have myself castrated!"
Yet I knew that some inward man devil would never let that happen. No matter how ashamed he was of the terrible things he did with that balls and pecker combo. It remained his manhood and he'd never willingly part with it.
He scrambled up, didn't even notice Winnie Jo who had run and hidden her slim form behind the walnut tree. He straightened his clothes, ran into the house, came right out again carrying his bootleg jug, got into our old Rambler and drove off. I knew he wouldn't be back until late that night.
Win helped me up. "Well, for pete's sake, look at you. Your hindy is all scratched and your pantyhose torn. Did he hurt you?"
I shook my head, dazed, drugged with sex my mind trying to catch up with itself. "You take a jock raping on the hard ground sometime and see how you like it!"
"Yes, but you got a big drive out of it. You know you did. You think I'm blind? I saw you churning your bombosity until you came like a house afire. I was never so humiliated-"
"Oh, stop it!" Ordinarily I'd have given her a poke. She'd have whacked me right back.
We'd have tussled, laughed and made up. But right then I had no heart for it. I was cut off from Win, carried away to a new world.
I snatched my torn clothes, the books where I'd set them down and went into the house. I recalled Miz Blossom's grim prediction: 'And incest leaves its mark on a young girl,- especially the Dad-rapes-daughter sort.' She didn't know of course, of the nooky games Win and I had played. So I'd never be the same again.
Daddy had come upon Winnie Jo in our bedroom, she related. She'd been changing her clothes. He'd feasted his eyes on her privates, gone for her. She'd dodged and run, but he'd nearly caught her in the house. "Lucky, I'm little and can move quickly, that's all."
Miz Blossom drove over. She wore little more than a flaming red robe but she didn't care, rushed into the cottage. "I heard what happened! I warned you, Carol, but you wouldn't listen. Did he hurt you bad?"
So Graydon had snitched. He was a spy for Miz Blossom, after all, probably hep to everything that went on. I could just see him reporting to Miz Blossom and she wouldn't have even her robe on. I didn't bother to reply. Winnie Jo and I were in the kitchen at supper, Win supplementing the rice and meatballs with toast spread thick with peanut butter. Nothing spoiled her appetite.
"You want me to report it to the police?" There was no telephone at the cottage.
"Criminy no! Win and I aren't going to turn in our father. I'm hoping he'll take medical treatment, but if the cops do arrest him one of these days, I can't stop them."
"Mel and I could turn him in. We have evidence, with Graydon to back us up "
"Look, Miz Blossom, I told you no."
"Ha! So that's your attitude. You nympho little hotsy. I'll bet you wallowed in that bull-fucking. He wasn't too big for you. Did you lie there humping, begging for more?"
"She did not!" Winnie Jo deafened me. "Just you try getting raped on that hard ground, Miz Blossom, and see how your bombosity takes it even if you are bigger and fatter. Show her your poor scratched hindy Carol."
I didn't want to show them anything but they got my pants down and had a look. "Aw, ahh, you poor sweetie." Miz Blossom kissed here it hurt, so of course, Winnie Jo had to shove in and kiss it, too.
Miz Blossom offered to stay with us and protect us, she said, but Win told her rudely, "A lot of protection you'd be. You just want to sleep with Daddy when he staggers in, then I guess Mel would come catting over and Carol and I would have to run for it. Nah, we don't care to have that immoral stuff in our house, thanks, kindly " Miz Blossom took a whack at Win but Win was tot) quick for her. "You're fine ones to talk of immorality with your father galloping around like a stud horse. For two cents I'd evict the whole lot of you Weavers." She left in a huff.
"Now you've made her hopping mad," I said. "She was at least good for a little money and where else are we going to earn any? I'm a fucked-up hotsy like she says, but I did make fifty bucks after school today."
Win had to preach at me, too. "I don't want you taking any more of their lousy handouts. I don't want you going over there with Mel and Miz Blossom. Maybe Miz Blossom alone would be okay, but how'd you know when he's going to bust in? And if you want pussy treats, hon, I'm right here, aren't I? If you hadn't dilly-dallied at the Blossoms' this afternoon, left me alone with Daddy-" She came bounding over to where I stood by the cupboard, putting things away. She wrapped herself around me, kissed me fiercely. "You came and stopped, Daddy from doing it to me. Don't think I'm ever forgetting that. You took his horse-dinger yourself to protect me, and I love you for it, Carol. You're still my sweetheart. It's only that I can't stand your liking to have him screw you-there you were churning your middle like a house afire."
"Yeah, and you dancing around with your pants half off your hindy." We scuffled around, kissed and made up. "If you're so strong against it, Win, " I said after a while, "I won't go over nookying with Mel and Miz Blossom anymore."
"Mmm, it's about time you got some sense. Suppose they had that spy Graydon taking pictures?"
"I doubt that. And look, idiot girl, where are we going to raise the money to live on in town if we go? It isn't safe for you to live out here any longer. I go along with that. Daddy is liable to take one of his King-King spells at any time and you'd find yourself on your back being knocked off."
"I know. Sure gives you the skeeries."
"Besides, Mel and Miz Blossom are drooling for a dig at the seat of your little panties.
They figure they own us Weavers and don't give a shit what happens to us afterwards, so long as they can use us for their little games."
We puzzled over what we could do. Who in town would take us in for free, or just about?
With food prices so high nowadays and without our farm produce, it would cost good money to feed us, especially Winnie Jo with her appetite.
It was she, though, who came up with an idea, even if it was one of her wildest. "You know the English teacher, Miss Pauline Barlow? She lives alone now in a flat in Bindale. She's invited me to come up and see her and I'll bet she'd take us both in."
"Why should she board us when we haven't any money?"
"We have a hundred and ten dollars." I had the one ten, having earned it on my back, but Win took it for granted that whatever I owned was hers, too. "And Miss Barlow likes me. I think that girl's a gay one."
"For the love of six tits!" It astounded me the things my kid sister came out with. "Whatever gives you that notion?"
"She's put her arm around me patting right close to my boobs, sort of nervous-like, and gives you the feelie looks, you know what I mean?"
"So you've been swishing your tail, you little hot pants."
We talked it over some more, decided we'd see Miss Barlow after school the next day, and if she told us no, we'd just have to look around for something else. Because we had to get off the farm, right away.