Chapter 2
Barbara had slept soundly for the first time since her parents had died, and she was only half-awake when she finally heard the loud urgent pounding on her bedroom door. Momentarily, she was disoriented as she opened her eyes and nervously stared around the strange room.
"Barbara ... Barbara! Hey, are you awake?" She recognized the youthful voice of her younger cousin and suddenly the memory of the bus ride came back to her. She remembered that she was in her aunt's house in Iowa.
"Yes, Donnie. I'm awake, what do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," Barbara said unashamedly sitting up in her nightgown, pulling her knees up to her chin.
"Hi," Donald said shyly, his voice breaking prematurely. "Want me to bring you some breakfast?"
"Hi," she replied, smiling at his changing voice and taking in his knee length, cut-off jeans. "I'm not hungry, but you don't have to wait on me. I'm used to doing things for myself."
"I know ... but ... I just want you to feel at home."
"What time is it?" she asked, yawning, unconscious of the fact that her pert little nipples were pressing against her nylon pajama tops as she stretched.
"It's just ten o'clock. You can stay in bed longer if you want to."
"I already slept too long."
"Mom said she checked on you last night and again this morning, and you hadn't moved all night. How are you feeling today, Barbara?"
"Oh, Donald," Barbara felt the memories flooding over her young body again, and the unwanted tears filled her eyes. "It is bad! I miss ... my mother and ... I ... I...."
The young boy felt his own eyes filling with tears of sympathy and was unhappy himself for being unable to tell her how sorry he was without upsetting her. He could imagine how it would be if he lost his parents, and he wanted er to understand. He fought his tears, and said quietly, "I'm sorry, Barbara, but my Mom and Dad are good to us. They'll love you just like us if you let them."
"I ... I know ... and I appreciate them giving me a home when they already have enough worries," she sniffed, controlling her tears. "I don't want to be any bother to them."
"Aw, Mom says that one more mouth won't make any difference, and besides, you don't eat enough to hurt," Donald said.
"Maybe I can help on the farm."
"Naw, it's man's work."
"I bet I can do anything you can ... if you show me," she said firmly, then grinned at his surprised face.
"Forget it! Maybe you can help Mom in the house. That's girl work." Donald wanted to please her, but she had to learn that on the farm women had their place.
"I used to help my Mother," she said, then bit her lower lips. She shuddered once, trying desperately to control her emotions.
"Don't worry, Barbara. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do," Donald soothed as he stepped closer and patted her shaking back. "We'll have fun together. There's a lot of interesting things on the farm."
"I ... I'm sorry!"
"Aw, you don't have to be sorry with me. I understand," Donald said uncomfortably.
When the distraught young girl kept her face covered, he suddenly blurted, "Dad put the bull in with old Bossy this morning. We can watch the cows mating." His face reddened immediately and he kicked himself for being such a dope.
"What?" she asked as she dropped her hands and stared at him, not sure that she heard right.
"You know! The bull makes calves."
"You mean ... look at ... see it ... I don't understand," she frowned in confusion, sure that he didn't mean watch the cows balling.
"Don't you know about babies?" Donald questioned, his eyes wide and staring.
"Sure ... but ... you mean that you watch them ... see them do it to each other?" Barbara choked, the words sticking in her throat. Sure, her mother had explained how babies were made and she had discussed such things with girls at school, but never boys! And now, he was telling her that he watched the bull balling the cows. Suddenly, she was confused and in an alien world where she was not sure how she should react. Her parents had taught her that intercourse was a private thing, but maybe if you lived on a farm it was different I Animals did breed anywhere they pleased-like the time two dogs were doing it in front of their house in Los Angeles and her dad had been forced to turn the hose on them to make them stop. When that had happened, the older man had made her go to her room while he got rid of the dogs. She had never resented his strictness, and didn't really care anything about sex ... but maybe she should. She had been pretty embarrassed in sex-education class, but she had laughed with her girl friends when they showed her books with pictures of the intimate parts of male and female bodies. Even when she had wanted to learn more, she never asked anyone about anything.
"Barbara ... Barbara...." Donald's voice brought her back to the present.
"I ... I'm sorry ... I was just thinking," she said and blushed at being caught with her forbidden thoughts. "It's okay. Well?"
"Well what?"
"Wanta come see the cows?"
"I ... I guess so! I never saw anything like that before. Is it okay with your mother?"
"She doesn't know that I watch ... I hide in the cow barn ... in a tool closet." Donald whispered conspiratorially. "That bull has the biggest pecker I ever saw!"
"Really ... what does it look like?" Barbara's eyes were wide and staring as she felt a deep inner excitement flushing her entire body. Donald didn't even act like he was embarrassed about it. She wondered if he was experienced at balling, but she sure wasn't going to ask him. Instinctively, she knew that if she asked him such things, she would lose face. She could al ways pretend that she knew what it was all about ... watch him and do what he did!
Barbara thought she would choke and she turned her eyes away to keep from showing her shocked eyes. Suddenly, she wanted to sleep all day, afraid to see what the animals would do. Still, she wanted to do what Donald expected of her. Nervously then, she blurted out, trying to hide her sudden excitement, "You'd better leave me alone if you want me to get dressed."
"Sure...." Donald said as he ran to the door of her bedroom. "But ... hurry ... we gotta get in the closet before they get started."
"All right ... it'll only take me two minutes," Barbara said with a confidence that she certainly did not feel. This alien world was not easy to adjust to! She hurriedly dressed in a pair of cut-off jeans and a sleeveless knit top. She never wore brassieres, unless she was dressing up, even though her father had not really liked it.
Donald's eyes bugged out when she opened the door, and he gasped, "Wow! You're really something."
"What do you mean?" she asked, blushing, pretty sure she knew what his whistle of admiration meant.
"You're so pretty that it hurts my eyes."
"I'm not either," she exclaimed coyly, but loving his praise.
"You are, too," the boy stammered, his youthful voice breaking in his anxious excitement. Shit, he thought to himself, her boobs are huge. They really turn me on! Her ass is nice too! Them cut-offs are so short I can almost see her pussy crack! Oh boy! Wait until Jack sees her! He'll go ape-shit!
"I ... I ... thank you ... I guess. I like you, too." Barbara smiled, then became serious. "I'm glad you like me and want to share things with me. I know it's not easy to have a girl around when you're not used to it, but I'll try to be just another one of the boys. I won't give you any trouble because I need your friendship."
"Don't you worry. I'm gonna take care of you, and nobody's gonna hurt you anymore."
Barbara stared at his honest face and knew that he meant it. She was lucky to have him, but she would have to do her share ... never embarrass him in front of his friends. She would follow his advice and do whatever he suggested ... for, after all, this was a strange new world for her. Donnie was a friend; she could trust him to lead her. Her California ideas wouldn't work here on the farm. And, come to think of it, what harm could there be in watching a couple of cows ball? It wasn't going to cost her virginity or anything!
"Come on! We gotta go," he said excitedly.
"Which way?"
"Follow me," he grinned and quietly walked down the hallway and through the living room.
They were just going out the door when Aunt Lena spotted them.
"Good morning, Barbara. How are you this morning?" the older woman called.
"I'm fine ... I really slept well," Barbara blushed and stammered as if she had been caught doing something wrong. Lena gazed from the embarrassed girl to her son. "Where are you going, Donald?"
"I'm gonna show her the farm," he lied.
"That's good. But I think Barbara had better eat something."
"I'm not hungry, Aunt Lena."
"Honey, you need to eat. You're too thin, the older woman said sympathetically. "You should try."
"Maybe later, but it would gag me now," the young blonde answered quickly, knowing that Donald was fidgeting beside her.
"All right ... but please try to eat something. I don't want you to get sick." Lena said maternally. She felt a deep sorry inside her not only for her dead brother, but for his young daughter who had been orphaned at such an impressive age. Her eyes were filling with tears and, to avoid upsetting the children, she turned and left the room, knowing that she had a job on her hands training Barbara the way her brother would have done.
The two anxious youths rushed out the door and ran across the yard. Barbara saw several cows in the pasture behind the barn, and momentarily stopped for a look. The sun was shining brightly and the air was crystal clear. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her eyes closed in deep enjoyment.
"Like it here?" Donald asked.
"It's really neat."
"Lot's different from Los Angeles, huh?"
"Sure is."
"How do you stand that smog?" he asked as he opened the barn door and put his finger to his lips to caution her to be quiet. Then, they eased themselves through the door and he took her hand, leading her to a wooden door. She saw three cows in individual pens, but the one beside the wooden door had two cows in it. She studied them wondering which was the bull. Suddenly, Oh God, she knew! When she felt Donald pulling at her arm, she followed him like a sleep-walker.
When they were inside the tool closet and had both sat down on milking stools, he whispered in her ear, "Don't talk out loud because Dad might come in to check on them. Sometimes he even has to help them."
"Really?" she asked.
"Uh-huh! I'll hold the door open wide enough so we can see, but if I hear anyone coming, I'll close it and hold it shut."
"Okay," she whispered, her heart beating out of her chest.
"Goddamnit, look at that bastard go! He's already fucked the shit outta Bossy." Les Jackson snorted.
"Yeah," they heard Bart's voice answering "Who said he needed help to fuck?"
"If she don't have a calf this time, it won' be his fault," Donald's father chortled.
The two teenagers stared at each other, slightly grinning. Barbara heard what sounded like the two men moving the bull out of the pen. Then, their voices stopped and the barn was quiet except for the bull's mating call. Slowly, Donald opened the closet door and cautiously looked around, then closed it.
"We going to look some more?" Barbara asked, feeling her face burning with embarrassment. She tried to hide it by lowering her eyes. When she stared down at her feet, she caught a glimpse of Donald's hand rubbing his crotch, and she knew that it was being so close to her. She wished that she had stayed in bed instead of getting involved with him but she had certainly learned something! Her eyes slitted with lustful awe as she thought about how excited she was getting seeing Donald's erection.
"Barbara!"
She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard her teenage cousin call her name. Quickly, she jerked her hand from between her tightly clenched thighs and guiltily answered, "What?"
"My pecker hurts!"
"I ... I...." she stammered, her face flushed a bright red.
"It's okay! You can tell me. Are you excited?"
"Well, to tell the truth ... I don't know. I feel something!"
"Does your pussy hurt?"
"A little bit!"
"My pecker is killing me. Feel how hard it is," Donald said, wanting her to rub it.
"Don ... I ... do you ... know what you're doing?" Oh God, she was acting like an idiot as she stood there stammering in embarrassment, but there was no doubt about her excitement.
"No...." the youth chortled. "But my cock will know what to do when it sees your pussy."
"How big is it?"
"Not even half as big as the bull's ... and his is as big as Dad's." Donald grinned. "Wanta see mine?"
"I ... I think so ... yes ... I'd like to," Barbara whispered, her lurid curiosity getting the best of her. "I never saw one before ... except in pictures."
"You haven't? I'll be darned!"
"Is that bad?'
"Naw! Not really! It's just that it sounds strange when I see Bart's and Dad's almost every day."
"You do? How?"
"Aw, when we're working in the field, we just piss anywhere we might be standing," he said as he stood up and confidently unfastened the front of his cut-off jeans.
"That's funny...." Barbara dimpled, then her face became serious as she watched Donald drop his shorts and stand in front of her completely naked. He was a whole lot smaller than the bull, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She had been wondering how a woman could ever take a big thing like that! The mushroom-like head was red and angry looking and the shaft was long and hard. His testicles were small but they hung down like sacks filled with marshmallows. She wondered what they would feel like ... they looked so soft and cuddly. Her breathing became loud and strained, and she moaned low in her throat as she felt her vagina tingling with an unidentified warm excitement.
Donald watched his lovely cousin's face as she stared at his naked penis, instinctively knowing that she had told the truth about her innocence. Obviously, this was the first time she had ever seen a boy's pecker. But then, he had never seen a girl's pussy, either! Maybe if he asked her, she would show her cunt. But first, he wanted her to touch him with her hand and rub his aching pecker.
"Go ahead ... you can touch it ... see how it feels," he urged, aware of the uncertainty on her face.
"I ... should I?" she asked.
"Yes! I want you to."
"Okay," she said quietly, her hand reaching out and the trembling tips of her fingers barely touching the rubbery head of his erected penis. "It feels funny."
"Ohhh ... rub it ... it feels good to me!" Donald groaned as she took the warmly pulsating shaft in her palm and closed her fingers around it.
"So hard and smooth ... and hot...." she giggled, letting her rounded fingers move up and down over his pulsing cock. "It's so hard ... like plastic ... and it's beating like a heart!"
"It ... needs to be hard when you fuck" the youth stammered, his eyes flickering open and shut with the intensity of his excitement. "Aaaggghhhh! Rub it for me! Harder! It hurts like shit!"
"Like this?" she asked as she tightened her fingers around his long hard shaft and began stroking up and down.
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... yes ... that feels good ... do it some more," Donald said as he stood in front of her and thrust his pulsating penis back and forth through her ovaled fingers.
Barbara stared at the strange rhythmic movements of her cousin's penis sliding back and forth through her tightly gripped fingers and felt her own excitement rising higher and higher. She could not understand why her vagina was so hot and wet, but, instinctively, she knew it was because he was a boy and she was a girl.
"Harder ... Barbara ... rub harder ... aaggghhhhhh ... oh yes ... like that ... harder ... oh," Donald moaned as his head began spinning from the force of his painfully throbbing cock. "It feels so good ... too good ... I think ... I'm gonna cum! Aaaaggghhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming!"
"Am I doing it right," she asked anxiously, squeezing his pulsating penis more tightly, frightened at his loud groans.
"Oh yes! Hold it tight ... I'm cumming .. Donald gasped as he rocked back and forth on his heels, his youthful penis rapidly convulsing beneath the caresses of her tightly rounded fingers.
Suddenly, Barbara saw sticky white liquid spurting from his swollen cockhead as his ejaculating penis spasmed. She could not believe that all that stuff had come from his penis. Her eyes glued to the wildly jerking shaft and, in a trance-like state, she held her hand still while he pumped out his virile load of semen. She had never thought about how the seed got inside a woman's womb, but she certainly never imagined that it would happen like this! It was like a diesel pump ... the force behind it like a battery powered pump. Awed by the revelation, her eyes popping out of her head, she stared at the river of cum flowing down over her hand now, and stammered, "Does . ... do you put that in a girl's vagina when you make love? Does it hurt?"
"Ummmmmmmm...." the youth mumbled as he collapsed down on the milking stool in front on the young girl. His head dropped to his hands and he sat motionless for a few seconds before answering. "No ... it doesn't hurt and yes ... if you don't wear rubbers it makes a girl pregnant."
"You mean she doesn't have a baby if you wear those things?"
"I don't know! I never fucked a girl."
Barbara's eyes were still on Donald's face, wondering why he looked so weak and sick. His hands were shaking, and he was sprawled on the stool like a bag of flour, but she was embarrassed to ask any more questions about sex.
"Are you all right, Donald?" she queried.
"Uh-huh ... why?"
"You look like it hurts ... you look like you're going to collapse."
"That's because when you cum it takes everything out of you," the teenage boy took a deep breath and continued, "I'm as weak as a kitten."
"Then why do you do it?" Barbara asked, unable to control her youthful innocence.
"Oh shit! You mean that you never played with yourself?"
"No ... I mean ... I didn't feel like that," she stammered, sorry that she had asked.
"Well, I sure have. I beat my meat every night," Donald suddenly chuckled. "Once you know what it feels like, you can't stop."
"Really?"
"Yes!" The blue-eyed youth said. "I tell you what ... tomorrow ... if you want ... I'll show you what it feels like."
"Why not now?" she asked, strangely excited by the unknown.
"No! I don't want to do it now. We been in here too long."
"Okay! Tomorrow ... but I'm not sure I can wait. But we won't fuck, okay?"
"No ... course not! I told you that I've never done that."
Barbara's face relaxed in relief and she followed the young boy out of the tool closet, past the contentedly chewing cow, quietly sneaking through the barn, and out the door into the bright sunshine, barely looking at the bull. Immediately, the excitement passed and she felt strangely calm.
"We better head for the corn field," Donald whispered as he turned away from her, running as fast as he could.
Barbara ran behind him and within seconds both teenagers had disappeared in the rows of tall green corn and with the quick change of mood universal to kids everywhere, were playing tag between the stalks.