Chapter 7

The next morning after a restless night of little sleep and after Bart and her husband had gone to Bennington with the milk, Lena Jackson stared at the dirty breakfast dishes. Suddenly, she simply could not believe what she had seen yesterday afternoon. She had to be wrong!

After Les had taken the two boys back to town, she thought she would confront Barbara, but she had been too angry to think sensibly. Now, she knew she had to ask the young girl for an explanation. There had to be a reason for the disgusting scene she had been a witness to. She had always suspected that Jack was a bad influence on her younger son, but she could not figure out how they got Barbara to join in. Was it possible that she had been raped! Oh God, no! My son would never do that!

Then, wearily, she got up from the breakfast table, knowing that Barbara had suffered enough. If she were innocent, her suffering would be unbearable. Then the child really might commit suicide! She had promised her brother that she would take care of his daughter if anything ever happened to him or his wife and, now that he was dead, she had to do everything possible to help her.

When she got to Barbara's bedroom door, she almost turned around and went away, but when she heard moaning sounds she thought her niece was having nightmares. Quietly, she opened the door and peeked in! What she saw almost caused her to faint and fall against the slightly opened door. There beside the bed was Donald, her son, completely naked, and her teenage niece was sitting on the edge of the bed in her nightgown, sucking his long hard penis.

Shocked and unable to move, the dark-haired woman stood at the slightly open door and stared at the salacious outrage. She saw her young son's wetly glistening cock sliding in and out of Barbara's rounded lips. Unconsciously, she reached down and rubbed her own throbbing vagina through her dress. Suddenly realizing that the obscenity had excited her, she swung the door open and screamed with outrage, "What do you think you're doing?"

Without hesitation, she grabbed Donald by the arm and jerked him away from the girl, his already wilting penis slipping from her mouth with a loud slurping sound. Lena's face was red with anger and her hand flashed out, slapping her son on the side of the face with a stinging blow.

Frightened of his mother, and afraid to look at Barbara, Donald turned and ran from the bedroom, his rapidly softening cock swinging against his naked thigh.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Lena stared down at her trembling niece, and shouted, "You're nothing but a dirty little whore! Corrupting my son like that!"

Barbara bowed her head and tears filled her shameful eyes. Her older cousin had raped her, her uncle had raped her, Donald and his two friends had raped her, and the first time she did something willingly, she got caught. Actually, she had decided that sex was something that everyone did if they lived on a farm! At least, that's how it seemed to her! When Donald came into her room this morning and told her that he had a hard on, and wanted her to suck it, she had done so because she knew she had to. Now, for the first time, someone was angry with her! Was it just because Donald was her baby, or was she wrong about farm people? She sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the punishment she was surely going to get, and bowed her head and waited.

"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Lena asked, her face purple with rage.

"I ... I ... no ... no ... you wouldn't believe me anyway," Barbara stammered, her anguish almost too much to bear.

The older woman's mouth opened and closed, then she tried to calm her angry breathing and speak normally. Barbara's voice had been so full of suffering that she was confused by it. There might be an explanation, but she certainly couldn't think of what it might be. And yet, the girl had suffered enough and she didn't want to cause her needless grief! Gently then, she sat down on the bed beside her, and said, "Barbara! Why wouldn't I believe you? You've never lied to me, have you?"

"No ... never ... but ... I...."

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you," she said soothingly. "Tell me what's bothering you."

"Was it wrong for me to suck Donald's penis?" she asked, her face an innocent mask, but as soon as she asked, she knew that it was wrong! Her aunt's horror-stricken face told her that she had committed a terrible sin. Silently she waited fort he answer.

"I should say so ... it's terribly wrong! Whoever told you that it was all right?"

"Donald ... and Bart ... and...."

"What? What kind of lies are you telling now?"

"I told you that you wouldn't believe me!"

"I ... I...." Lena stammered. "I'm sorry! Go on."

"I'm sorry if I did something to make you unhappy, but Bart raped me first ... and then Uncle Les ... and then Donald and his two friends and, when Donald wanted me to do it this morning, I couldn't see any reason why not! He would just have made me do it anyway."

Lena Jackson stared at her young niece, her voice stilled by the deep shock she felt. Oh God! Barbara was a sick child! The death of both of her parents had driven her insane, and she didn't even know what she was saying! How could she even think such impossible things! How could she accuse her own uncle and cousins! She was so mentally disturbed that she even believed what she was saying.

"Barbara! How can you say things like that when you know it's not true?"

"I told you ... you don't believe me ... you can never believe me. I'm all alone in the world and no one cares what happens to me," Barbara said stiffly. "Why don't you just send me away and get it over with."

"I tried to help you, but you're beyond help."

"You think I'm sick, but I'm not! I'm telling you the truth, but you don't think your precious boys and your no-good husband would do such a thing!"

"I know they wouldn't! I've lived with them a long time, and you've only known them a few days," Lena answered wearily.

"Too bad! If you weren't their mother, they'd probably rape you too," Barbara suddenly snapped. "Maybe they will one day, and then you'll know I'm telling the truth."

"Don't make excuses for your dirty habits!"

"Excuses! I was a virgin until I accepted the good-will of my father's relatives! Now, I've already been raped three times, and just because I sucked Donald's cock, you think I'm nuts! Wouldn't you be a little crazy, too?"

"You're even worse off than I thought, Barbara. I'll go get dressed and take you to town where I can turn you over to the sheriff. He'll send you to a reform school and teach you how to live as a good person."

"Good! I'd like to get away from this nut farm. I never saw so many dummies in my whole life," Barbara shouted. "Go on! Get ready to go!"

Lena stared at the girl in horror, unable to believe that anyone so young could be so sinful! She had some imagination all right! Raped! By her own uncle! Bart! Her son wouldn't rape anyone! He had so many girl friends that he couldn't keep up with them. Why would he want to rape his cousin? No, she had to be lying! Too bad, but it was impossible for her to stay here on the farm. She would end up corrupting everyone with her vicious lies!

She would go and tell Les about it, and they would take her away today! Besides, the girl needed psychiatric help and the state would give it to her.