Chapitre 30: Memory of You, pt 1
July 24, 1983
"Hey!"
"Hey!" Called the high pitched voice of Charlene Korrapati from the edge of the one acre Galdren family garden.
"Hey, jackass," Charlene yelled from beside Jason's ear, snapping him out of his daydreams.
"What the hell!" Jason yelped as he put his hand to his ear and flinched away from the four foot eight inch girl standing, smiling up at him with her big brown eyes and pearly white teeth.
Her hair was long, very long, reaching all the way down to her wide curvy hips. Her skin was a dark taupe brown. At first glance, Jason had thought her and her mother and siblings were black folk. There weren't any of them in his little one stoplight town, so it was the first time he had ever seen anyone with skin so dark. He remembered the day he first saw Ms. Korrapati and all her children moving into the house down the street, that was six months ago, he had been joking with Calvin some racist joke he had heard at school and he had said the word, 'Nigger'. His mother was usually the personification of cool serenity, but to his horrible luck she just so happened to come around a corner at that precise moment. It had been years since he had gotten a serious whipping, but that day he got a whipping he would never forget, and then his mother dragged him out to the kitchen sink and lined up both him and Calvin and all his sisters and had them watch as she washed both his and Calvin's mouth out…with dish soap. Then their mother explained that word, 'Nigger', was a foul and belittling word used by people filled with hate and fear for what they can't explain. Or, dishonest people seeking to incite hate and violence of one human being against another only for that person's, inciting such hate, personal gain. Whether it be financial or political, it was always for power.
His mother taught them that day that if they wanted to be real men and real women when they grew up, then they would have to guard their thinking ability. That they should never take what someone says at face value, make them prove their case on facts, not truth. Truth is deceptive because a person's truth is based on their faith, and people can believe anything…even lies. Martin Luther King said it best, if you are going to judge a man, or woman, let it be on the content of their character, not of something as shallow as their skin color.
Jason would never forget that day or his incredible embarrassment, first in front of his mother and siblings, and later when he fell head over heels in love with Gabriella Korrapati.
Looking down at the waif standing beside him, one notorious Charlene Korrapati, he realized he had been daydreaming again. Staring across two acres at the incredibly beautiful Gabriella, out hoeing a vegetable line in their garden just as he was. He had been imagining his life with her, not as a farmer hoeing stupid carrots, but as a successful engineer. He would design and build skyscrapers for a living, and residential houses and submit them to the 'Home Design' magazine as a hobby.
Gabriella would look as beautiful as she does today, with black hair pulled back into a low ponytail at the back of her neck and falling to the small of her back. She wore a white linen dress today, unbuttoned for ten inches down to her magnificent bust so the heat of her work could escape her dress. Her breasts looked like large round watermelons barely restrained inside. Below her breasts, her waist was impossibly small, her dress tapering in before sweeping out over what his mother called, wide child bearing hips and buttocks, that made her body appear like a 8 from the front, and a capital-S with a line drawn through the center in profile. One day, they would have a dozen kids…
Charlene cleared her throat noisily, "You seriously didn't just slip back into another daydream about my sister did you?"
"No no," Jason denied as he shook his head and turned his back to Charlene and began hoeing again, "Besides, I wasn't daydreaming in the first place!"
She chuckled and grabbed a nearby hoe and began hoeing the next line beside him, "That's bull malarkey and you know it! You got it bad for Gabriella and everyone can see it, except Gabriella!"
"That's just not true," He lied again but it was a weak denial.
"Bull malarkey," She chuckled as she caught up to him.
He cut his eyes to look at the girl right beside him. She seemed so short next to him. He had already gotten most of his growth spurt and was a long and lanky five feet eleven inches tall, by comparison Charlene was four feet eight inches whereas Gabriella was five feet five inches tall. He liked tall full figured women, like his mother and older sisters though they weren't anywhere near as busty as the Korrapati women. Charlene's shoulders were broad but her chest was small, her breasts being nice little handfuls. He liked breasts big like Gabriella's, large enough to bury his face in. Charlene's waist was slim. That was good, he liked small waists. His mother called it the bumblebee-hourglass figure. She was so different from his mother who was a pear, characterized by a small chest and breasts, small waist, but buttocks and hips that were thick and wide as the outside measurement of her shoulders. Charlene on the other hand, looked like she was in between a pear and an hourglass.
"It's a shame," She said, after hoeing for a while before she stopped and unbuttoned the top of her white linen dress halfway down her chest.
"What is," He asked, pausing in his hoeing to look up and glance over seeing Gabriella looking back across the expanse at him and Charlene.
"That you are so besotted with Gabriella," She answered forthrightly, "You're not her type!"
"Really," He retorted, "And, you know her type?"
"Yep," She answered.
"So what is her type," He asked as he turned and looked at Charlene.
She smiled at him, her brown eyes mischievous, her skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration, "Lets just say…she likes tilling the family garden!"
He looked at her quizzically, not understanding her meaning.
"I don't get you," He finally growled as he turned back to his task, "You come all the way over here to yell in my ear, make fun of me, and tell me the girl I like isn't interested! What do you want? If I'm not her type then whose type am I?"
"You're such a guy," She sighed as she went back to her hoeing with a shake of her head, "Can't see anything but your own daydreams. Can't perceive anything but only what you want..."
"If I'm so dumb and selfish then why are you here," He asked his voice accusatory and hurt more than he thought he should be.
It was her turn to stop and look at him, her expression aggravated, "I am here, you big dummy, because you are my type! Gabriella will never give you the attention you want, but I would let you cultivate my garden any time you want. I would be the wife you imagine Gabriella being if you would just look at me. If you would just see me, and give me a chance!"
He guffawed, "But you're just a little girl!"
"You are a very stupid boy Jason Galdren," She sneered, her feelings hurt now, as she threw her hoe handle at him, "I am just as much a woman as Gabriella! In a couple of years, my body will look just like hers, or near enough, and if you can't see that then it is your loss!" And threw her hoe down and started back across the garden, leaving him with his thoughts as she went home.
"Ah shit," He mumbled, keeping his voice low in case his mother happened by, that word would get his mouth washed out with soap again, but realizing as he watched the seductive sway of Charlene's walk that he had probably just screwed up royally.
"Wait," He hollered at her back, "Please wait!"
She came to a dramatic flouncy stop and turned back to regard him as he ran to catch up to her. When he did he suddenly became nervous and didn't know what to say much less do with his hands. Sticking a thumb behind his belt he scratched his head with his other hand.
"You know, for a guy with so many sisters, you sure suck at talking to girls," She commented sarcastically on the awkward silence.
"Yeah," He agreed with a nervous smile, "I usually don't have a problem talking to girls. Unless, I like her, then I get all nervous and tongue tied."
Her neutral expression changed to a happy triumphant smile, and he saw for the first time the sun's warm glow in her eyes and wondered why he hadn't ever seen it before.
"I'm sorry," He continued as he became entranced by depths of her chocolate brown eyes, her long thick eyelashes, the curve of her cheeks and her plump pouty lips, "I am stupid. Yes, I like Gabriella and I have fantasized about a family with her when we grow up, but if she isn't interested in me… then you are right it is stupid of me to not see that there is someone else out there that is."
She smiled provocatively now and asked, "Even if it is a little girl four years younger than you?"
"It's only a big deal now," He answered with a grin, "but, when I am twenty you will be sixteen. When I am twenty-two you will be eighteen!"
She laughed and waved her hand, "I can do the math."
"So," She asked, her voice a purr now as she stepped forward and took his hand, "Will you be my boyfriend then?"
"Wait a second," He laughed, but she took his objection the wrong way and began to pull her hands away. Quickly, he grabbed her and pulled her back, both her hands in his, as he asked, "Will you be my girlfriend until I am old enough to marry you?"
She beamed a smile so radiant he couldn't figure out how he hadn't seen how darkly radiantly beautiful she was before this moment. "Yes! Yes I will be your girlfriend! And yes, I will marry you when you're ready!"
He sighed in relief, as she suddenly jumped into his arms wrapping her arms around his head pulling him in for a kiss!
"Okay you two," Called Janice, his mother from the middle of the garden, "That is enough! You are still way too young for that!"
She sighed as she let go of him and took a step back, "Yes Mrs. Galdren! I'm sorry, I couldn't contain my exuberance!"
"I can tell," Janice answered in a knowing tone, "You better head on home before your exuberance leads to more serious consequences…like an unexpected harvest."
"Yes Ma'am," She answered with an understanding smile. She took a step back from him and twirled before running home.
"Jason," Janice called her son to her.
Janice wore a long country dress, it was white with sunflowers and really didn't accent her auburn red hair well, but his mother could wear a potato sack and look good. She had a thin green belt cinched at her natural waist, and she walked in the garden with small white bare feet like she always did.
"Yes, Mother," He answered as he stepped up to her.
"Come with me son. It's time I taught you about women," She said as she took his hand and brought him to the house.
"Do you like that girl," She asked as she waved for Claire, her oldest child, to come with her and him.
"Yes Mother, I do," He answered.
"Enough to marry her when you are old enough," She asked.
"Yes." He answered.
"Then I must educate you on how to make love to a woman," She said firmly.
"Yes Ma'am." He acquiesced.
Janice led him and Claire to a small bedroom, to their mother and father's bedroom, and she closed the door behind them. It was a rather simple country bedroom with a chest of drawers with a queen sized four-poster bed with nightstands and lamps on each side across from them.
"This is the family tradition," Janice said as she looked from a nervous Claire to an even more nervous Jason, "This is called cultivating the family garden. A mother is never supposed to do this directly with her sons, rather Claire, as the oldest daughter it is your responsibility to teach her younger brothers under my tutelage. Jason, a father is never supposed to cultivate his daughters gardens, rather it is your responsibility as the oldest son to teach your sisters how to please a man."
"Yes Ma'am," They chorused.
"Good, then Jason and Claire," Janice crooned as she began unbuttoning her dress, "Both of you take all your clothes off."
They looked at each other and blushed three shades of red. Looking back to Janice, both of their jaws dropped. She stood there beside them naked as the day she was born. She stood tall, and proud, and dignified despite her nakedness, as if what she was doing was the most natural thing in the world!
Her curly auburn red hair fell over her shoulders as she bent to remove her panties only to be tossed back and fall down her back to her thick round buttocks. Her skin was white with red freckles except where she was sunburned on her chest and arms from years of gardening in the unforgiving sun. Her areolas were a lite pink that deepened to a rosy color for her dime-sized nipples. Her belly was firm, but after twelve children, she had what she called her tiger stripes that started from just below her navel and scarred her belly down to her pubic mound. As his gaze moved down her belly, he blushed again though he couldn't look away from a small patch of long auburn pubic hair adorning her sex.
"Come on both of you," Janice chided mildly with a playful laugh, "Strip!"
He was so embarrassed, his hands were shaking so hard he couldn't unbutton his shirt.
"Shh, it's okay," Claire whispered as she stepped up, taking the initiative to come to his rescue and batted his hands away as she unbuttoned his shirt.
Her dress was unbuttoned down her sternum and draped open enough for him to admire the gentle curves of her modest breasts. Her skin was so fresh and soft looking. She had only a single freckle on her chest on the outer curve of her left breast.
Everyone in the household got their turn to fold clothes, so even though Claire wore no bra today, he knew she was a 32C. Only one size smaller than their mother.
She finished unbuttoning his shirt and he shrugged out of it while she grabbed his belt and began unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Hooking her thumbs in his waistbands, she pushed his trousers and underwear straight to his ankles. As soon as his cock was free of his pants, it whipped out like it was on a loaded spring and slapped her in the mouth as she squealed and flinched away.
He was already fully erect and felt like he would blow at the slightest breath of air. He wanted to hide from embarrassment but there was nowhere to go as Claire stood up and looked into his aqua-green eyes with a lopsided grin while her emerald eyes flashed with mischief as she purred, "Okay! Now it's your turn to undress me!"
He swallowed hard and focused on his sister's beautiful pink mouth. Were they always so alluring and hypnotic?
She had a full kissable upper lip with a slightly less full bottom lip that always gave her the appearance of a little lost puppy looking to be adopted and taken home. Their dad said Claire came out of the womb knowing how to use the 'Look'. For years he had no idea what the 'Look' was, but now, in this moment, he finally understood. Claire stood five feet ten inches tall and was the only sibling nearly as tall as him, so he didn't have to bend, crouch, or pull her up when he suddenly felt the urge to pull her against his body as her mischievous eyes flashed as they opened wide in shock as his mouth suddenly pressed very passionately against hers!
"I like the enthusiasm, son," Janice purred from her bed, "but that isn't what we are here for today! You should love your sisters, even make love to them, but you do not want to fall in love! If you do, you will never look for any girls outside of the family, and if you do that then you wind up spending your whole life living a life you can never fully admit to. Neither your love for each other, or marry, lest you be condemned by a society that views incest as a cardinal sin and illegal in almost all states in the U.S."
He didn't pull away immediately, Claire's mouth was way too sensual for that, and her body too soft, too firm, and too warm to simply pull away. When he finally exhaled into her mouth and stepped back, he opened his eyes and looked into hers. In that intimate moment and saw surprise, mischievousness, and a blazing hunger that wasn't there a moment ago. Fumbling with her buttons, he mumbled, "I'm sorry…I…got carried away!"
She smiled up at him and nuzzled his nose with hers before putting her hands on his arms and whispering, "You can kiss me like that anytime you want…little bro..."
He grinned as he managed to get her dress unbuttoned down to her waist. Looking into her eyes, he brought his hands up and swept her dress off her shoulders to fall to the floor. She took a deep breath expanding her chest, driving her pert breasts outward to press against him.
"Now Claire," Janice called from the bed in her teacher's voice, "Kneel before Jason and wrap your hands around his penis…"
She listened and obeyed while grinning at him mischievously, and went down on her knees and sat back on her heels. She looked up, winked at him, and opened her mouth as if she were about to put a banana in , but instead stuck out her tongue as she slowly wrapped her hand around his throbbing dick. His whole body felt like it was going to vibrate through the floor as she wrapped one finger after another around his prick, and then used her thumb to softly rub the sensitive glands at the base of his head just below his urethra!
"Okay, be careful Honey," Janice cautioned, "Your brother is a virgin and unless you want to wear his seed, you have to be gentle and don't overstimulate him."
"Yes Mama," Claire whispered.
"Good girl," Janice crooned as she continued, "Now use your other hand to grasp his testicles…"
Reached up, the tips of her fingers caressing his scrotum and he instinctively reached out, took a half step forward, put both his hands on the top of Claire's auburn head, and forcefully pushed his swollen mushroom shaped head into her mouth...
"Mmm," She moaned in protest as her eyes opened wide with shock!
He didn't know what was happening, but as Claire tried to pull her head away he grabbed handfuls of her hair and wouldn't let her move back an inch. Instead, he could feel his cock was in a hot and moist place, and a second later his testicles burned and his mind exploded with euphoria rolling his eyes up into his head as his body shuddered and thrust of its own accord as sperm gushed from his dick to flooded his sister's mouth!
"Swallow Claire!" Janice commanded, "It's much easier to swallow than it is to stop what's happening! This is why I said be careful…"
Claire made gurgling swallowing noises as creamy froth leaked out of the corners of her mouth, while he barely registered her sucking and lashing his head with her tongue as she tried to manage the flow of his streams of cum filling her up. It took several seconds for him to calm down and stop ejaculating, and when he finally let go of her hair, Claire immediately reared back and jumped to her feet. He thought she was infuriated and going to pummel him, but as soon as she was on her feet their eyes met and he saw a carnal hunger glinting her eyes just before she threw her arms around him and pulled him in for a feverish kiss!
She tasted like herself at first, like ripe peaches and cream, and then she thrust her tongue into his mouth and he could taste bitter salt as she licked her creamy seed covered tongue into his mouth! It was a taste he would never forget and never really wanted to taste again.
"Now we're even," She purred sensually as she pulled away, "If I have to taste you, then it's only fair that you know what you taste like too!"
"Okay you two," Janice said with a clap of her hands, "Now that Jason has cum, maybe we can proceed with your education."
"Yes Ma'am," He answered.
"Yes Mama," Claire purred.
"Good, now Claire took hold of Jason's penis and testicles again," Janice commanded.
Claire turned to him and looked into his eyes with a lopsided grin as she grabbed his dick with her right hand and scrotum with her left. He began to smile back when he felt her hands slowly squeeze his dick and balls, she was going to make him climax again if she didn't stop fooling around!
"The reason Claire, I had you take hold of your brother's penis and testicles is so you can feel their weight. Feel the life, the energy, contained within them," Janice instructed, "Gardening is a weighty responsibility, and you hold in your hands the Family Plow and the Family Seed. As the family cultivator, Jason is always fertile, his seed always capable of taking root in your soil if you are careless. Okay Claire, come over here to the bed and lie down…"
Janice scooted over as Claire let go of his dick and balls and slid past him to lie down beside their mother. As she settled herself, Janice had her bring her feet up to her ass cheeks and spread her thighs wide apart.
"Now Jason," Janice continued, once Claire was settled, "Come over here and put your face right here between your sister's thighs…"
He did as he was instructed, his nose was so close to Claire's pussy that he could nuzzle her if he wanted. Looking up at her beautiful face he could tell she was thoroughly embarrassed by the deep crimson blush of her cheeks. Scanning down her body, he could see her breasts trembling with her anxiety. Her belly was firm and flat, but moved rapidly with every shuddering breath. Finally, his eyes were filled with the wondrous vision of her smooth shaved pussy-lips, smooth white skin adorned with a auburn flame, a thick thatch of long wispy pubic hair that adorned her pubic mound and wafting to and fro with every exhale of his breath!
"Yes, that's right," Janice cooed, "Put your nose close and smell your sister's scent. Isn't it wonderful!"
He did smell his sister, and it was strange. She smelled like salt water, and rain, honeysuckle, ripe strawberries, and spices. Without thinking he stuck his tongue inside her and licked from her vagina all the way to her pubic hair!
"Wait, don't get carried away," Janice commanded, as she pushed his face away from Claire's pussy.
"I just wanted to see if she tasted as good as she smelled," He explained as he tried to shake her hand away.
"Well, does she," Janice asked poignantly, grabbing a handful of golden hair and holding his head away from Claire's pussy as he looked up at her.
"She…is spicier," He answered.
"Okay then," Janice continued, letting his hair go as she pointed at Claire's pussy, "Pay attention, this is Claire's 'Garden'. Up here is the clitoris, it's a very sensitive nerve, very much like the nerves under the head of your penis, if you rub it with your fingers or with your tongue and teeth you can make her orgasm. Good and proper gardening means that you give as much pleasure as you receive, in this case, giving her pleasure first primes her garden to receive your seed. Now these outer folds to her pussy are the labia majora and their function is to protect the vagina and urethra from getting dirty and from infections. As such they have pubic hair which is another protection that your sister has chosen to forgo. Inside are the labia minora, these also serve as a protection but they are also sensitive. If you choose to massage them either with your tongue or fingers you will give her a great deal of pleasure. Here is Claire's urethra, you must be careful when pleasuring her here, because you can give her a UTI, a urinary tract infection. Those are not fun, and not the kind of memory you want to leave your lover with. The whole length of Claire's garden, from her slit above her clitoris to her vagina is her vulva. Lastly, here at the bottom is her vagina..."
He stared long and hard at Claire's vagina. It was shaped like a teardrop that spread open until he could look down inside her. It was either his imagination or she wasn't very big at all!
"I can tell you see your sister's hymen, and I bet you are thinking, 'How do I get my penis inside her with that in the way'," Janice said with a knowing smile.
Jason looked up at his mother and nodded, that was in fact exactly what he was thinking. The hole that was her vagina looked to be able to fit nothing larger than a pencil through it.
"There are two approaches to this," Janice instructed, looking from Jason to Claire and back, "First; Jason, you can come up here and insert your dick into your sister's vulva and press against her hymen. This is called the missionary position, and once you are pressing against her hymen you push as hard as you can until you tear it in half and then plunge deep inside her. Second; Jason, you can lay out on the bed and Claire will climb on top of you. This is called the cowgirl position, and when she straddles you she will lower herself down on your dick effectively impaling herself on you. I personally like this position because it uses gravity and allows her to go at a pace she can cope with since the first time is a little painful."
"Really," Claire asked fearfully for the first time.
"Just a little," Janice tried to soothe her daughter, "but the pain will pass quickly and the pleasure is very worth it."
"Okay, then I want to be on top," She said nervously.
"That's fine, then switch places," Janice instructed.
It took a few seconds for him and Claire to switch places, but soon he was lying down on his back beside his mother. Janice took the opportunity to grab his hand and pull it between her thighs so that his fingers combed through her auburn pubic hair as he delved between her labia. With an experienced hand Janice guided him to her vagina to dip inside for lubricant before softly guiding his fingers to her clitoris. Once he was securely finger-fucking her, she snuggled up until her breasts were pressing against his shoulder as she caressed is chest with her free hand.
Claire watched her mother passively until he looked up at her, and then she returned his hungry gaze, grinning naughtily she moved to straddle his hips. His eyes opened wider and wider when Janice grabbed his dick and held it in place as Claire hovered just above him. As he watched, transfixed with curiosity and desire, his head disappeared between her vulva, pushing against resistance that kept him from being inside his sister.
Claire hissed in pain as she lowered herself down a little at a time. He could feel the tension in her body as she absorbed the pain, and then suddenly she reversed and lifted up, and his dickhead reappeared just before Claire reversed course again, this time driving her hips down hard! He felt the resistance again as his dick bent a little, and then with a 'Pop!' he was inside her as Claire's pussy slammed down his shaft to his pubic bone! Finally, gloriously, he was completely and thoroughly embedded inside his sister's garden!
"Argh," She hissed in pain, her whole body shuddering as she fell forward into his arms.
Janice moved back, but held his hand inside her pussy so that he could only caress Claire with his one free hand as she wept softly from the pain of her hymen ripping in two. As soon as her pussy collided with his pubic bone, and he was completely ensconced, he felt his climax blast through his groin to ejaculate his seed deep inside his sister. She didn't seem to feel it though because of the pain of her deflowering, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't want to say anything...
"Good job, both of you," Janice congratulated her children, "Jason, this..is..cultivating the family garden. It's your job to plow her garden well and plant your seed. Claire it is your job to know when your garden is fertile, and when it is not. Know your cycle, and when it is safe to have sex, and when you are ovulating or about to. If you have any doubts about whether you're fertile, and you don't want to get pregnant, then have Jason pull out. Let him deposit his seed on you or somewhere else inside you. However, if your garden is fertile and you want a bountiful harvest then let him seed you…children are always a blessing!"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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