Two Cities, Worlds Apart
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Fall & Winter 1968
As Marcy and I spent the night of the party together down in the tent, my Mom and Evelyn (Marcy's mom) stayed up late talking into the early morning hours in the living room of Grampa's guest house. The primary subject of conversation was the relationship between Marcy and me. Our sexual activity was laid bare to Evelyn, as was Marcy's willingness to play with David and Lisa and love them as brother and sister.
Evelyn had been in denial about the sexual blossoming of her very own daughter. Even when Marcy asked for the boxes of condoms for `a friend at school', it hadn't occurred to her that they were needed so that this `friend at school' and his little brother, could use them to have intercourse with her baby. Evelyn had only used the request as an opportunity to bring up the conversation of safe sex with Marcy. Just like using every opportunity to teach her about herself and her changing body. But never in her wildest dreams was her little girl lying on her back and allowing two oversexed boys to jam their cocks in her pussy.
Even though Evelyn worked in an Obstetrician and Gynecology department, having grown up locally, she wasn't as `worldly' as my mom. I don't understand it. She worked with pregnant teens all the time at the hospital in Rogers, Arkansas. (I think earlier, I said her office was in Springfield, but I misunderstood Marcy. Evelyn was just on-loan to that hospital, she works in Rogers.) How could she not realize that her beautiful girl would be attracted to boys and vice versa?
My mom understands that given the opportunity any two sexually aware children will experiment with each other and eventually begin having sex with a member of the opposite sex. Evelyn was still in the naοve belief that her good child would voluntarily wait till after marriage to have sex.
The talk they had that night really opened Evelyn's eyes to the realities of living in these new times. The late 1960s were upon us and free-love is a thing. Yes, her little girl was sexually active and if she didn't want a grandchild sooner rather than later, she needed to take preventive steps.
The good news from all that was that mom talked Evelyn down off the edge of sending her daughter to a nunnery in Meteora, Greece. It probably also helped that they weren't Catholic.
The uncomfortable news was announced, after Evelyn left for work Sunday morning, to Marcy and me that Evelyn wanted to have a talk with both of us when she got home from work, and much of it would be a repeat of the conversation that Mom and Grampa had with us down at the tent.
We had our sit-down Sunday evening after Evelyn's shift at the clinic in Rogers. It wasn't even close to the talk my mom gave us. There were tears on Evelyn's part at the thought of losing her baby, and she expressed her sorrow at not seeing the signs that Marcy was developing into a beautiful woman.
She had brought back medical journals and textbooks that had chapters and articles about sexually transmitted diseases and the effects they had on both the male and female as well as graphic images of birth defects they inflicted on the babies, and she also relayed some of the horror stories of young girls having difficult pregnancies and even more difficult deliveries of their babies.
Neither Marcy nor I wanted to be parents yet, and neither did we want to develop some of the diseases depicted in those books. Some of those images will be burned into my memory forever. They certainly reinforced what Grampa, mom and now Evelyn had told us.
As our sit-down ended, I hugged Evelyn and softly whispered in her ear that I loved her daughter and would always be respectful, careful and gentle with her.
Our mom agreed that a similar version of the talk needed to be held with David and Lisa so they would not risk their health at school or on sleepovers or even at the swimming hole by having unprotected sex with their friends.
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Evelyn took Marcy to her doctor, (the one my mom worked for) for a check-up. Other than her cycles being a little irregular, she was found completely healthy and was immediately prescribed birth control pills.
Mom took me to the same doctor too, not surprising as he is the only doctor in town, for a complete physical. After the results of blood tests came back, I too was declared perfectly healthy. Since both of us were negative for any complications, David and Lisa were spared having similar exams.
Back in school on the Monday following the party, I found new popularity. I wasn't just the new guy from the city. I was still the new guy, but I was accepted as one of them and I had several friends. David and Lisa reported similar experiences in their classes. I guess seeing the people you go to school with naked had a way of breaking down barriers allowing new friendships to quickly be formed.
The following weekend, we took down our camp. We filled in the latrine and stored the equipment in the barn for the winter.
The very next weekend I got my first invitation to a sleep-over at Denny's. His real name is Dennis, but doesn't like being called `Dennis the Menace' so he goes by Denny. He lived in the town not far from the school, so through our parents, it was arranged that I would take the bus to school Friday and walk home with him after school and I would stay with him till Saturday and his dad would bring me home. Denny and I were the same age and he also had a sister, age 11. The three of us all went to the Friday night movie at the Methodist Church not far from their home. They were showing `Old Yeller' with a 16 mm projector and served free popcorn and red punch. It was a regular weekly thing for the church.
Thinking back to my earlier life in New Jersey, I was trying to remember when I had ever had or been on a sleepover. The first thing that came to mind was the church retreats and the nights in the cabin with group 4 and Robert and Jesse. That was some fun times. But the closest thing I could remember to an actual sleepover at a friend's, was when I was real young and a neighbor upstairs in our apartment building invited me to spend the night with him, I think I was 5 or 6 at the time. He moved and I never had another friend in the building.
Denny and I had a somewhat awkward moment when we went to his bedroom. I had assumed as the guest, that I would be wearing pajamas to bed, but as I was putting them on, Denny was crawling into bed naked. He noticed me, "Oh, would you rather I wear PJs to bed?" he asked.
"Well, not really, I don't normally wear anything to bed, either. I'll take these off, I just assumed you wore them to bed when I saw your sister wearing hers."
"Ever since your swim party, I've been sleeping naked, I really like it. It's so easy to roll over in bed, the covers don't stick to you."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I've been sleeping naked a couple years now," I said as I removed the PJs and started to put them in my bag.
"Don't put `em away, you might need them in the morning. You can't go to breakfast naked, mom put her foot down when I tried that once, but she's ok with me naked on this floor of the house. She just told me I wasn't to flaunt in in front of my sister, but she doesn't care, she kinda likes it." Denny lives in a two story house. His parents' room is downstairs, and there are 3 bedrooms upstairs. My Grampa's house is similar, just a little bigger. It had 2 bedrooms downstairs, and 4 bedrooms upstairs.
As we were sleeping Friday night she came into the room lifted the light blanket we were under one just his side and sucked her brother's dick while he was lying right next to me. I didn't wake up till he started thrashing around at the moment his orgasm hit. He brought her up onto bed with us and pulled off her pajama bottoms. He got between her legs and started having sex with her. He was really sweet with her too, very gentle and had a bottle of hand lotion on his bedside table and used it as a lubricant. He stayed on his knees and was sliding his dick in her which allowed me to reach up under her pajama top and start playing with her nipples. She worked her top up and over her head tossing it to the floor. "Suck my nipples, please," she wined. Who am I to deny a little girl her desired pleasure and I continued to play with one and licked her areola on the breast nearest to me. I sucked her nipple till it was hard and sticking up proudly.
Denny shot is cum in her and slumped on to her chest limiting my access to her boobs. Denny looked over at me, "Want a turn, I left her plenty sloppy? It usually takes her a couple fucks to orgasm, she'll probably cum for you. It's ok if you don't, I'll just have to make her cum by fucking her again."
I reached over to her vagina and pushed my middle finger up in her and stuck my thumb up under her hood. For only being 11 her clitoris stuck up quite a bit, more than even Marcy's. When I discovered how large it was I got my face down there and started sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue. I could tell she was getting worked up when she started pushing her hips up at me. I reached down to my pants I had dropped on the floor when I got naked for bed and retrieved a condom from the pocket. I rolled it over my dick and put my face back in her vulva again. I brought her arousal level back up and I took my tongue and finger out and moved up putting my sheathed penis in her, I slid straight in with all Denny's sperm smoothing the way.
"Hold your hand over her mouth when she cums, she's a screamer." Denny warned me. She was thrusting up at me and I was pounding her back into the bed. She started to cum and her volume was going up. I clamped my hand over her lips and she screamed into my fingers. Her legs came up around me at the last second and my waist felt like it was in a vice. My semen shot out my piss slit, but was captured in the condom I wore. We both slumped into the bed, but I did manage to keep my chest off her by using my elbows to keep me up. I rolled us over to our sides, but in his twin-size bed it was really crowded with the three of us. Denny had to lay on his side too and try to not fall off the edge.
I was beginning to wilt in her vagina, till I felt her humping into me again and my dick regained its erection. Then I realized she wasn't humping into me it was Denny's fault. He had put his dick in her butt and was humping her rear end pushing her into me. I didn't move or anything, I just held on so I didn't fall off my side of the bed. I did manage to pull her face around to mine and I put my tongue in her mouth. She kissed me back and got real calm. Her brother was still banging her back door and she just laid there quietly allowing my penis to slide in and out of her. Her lips and tongue attacking me right back. I felt her tighten up again as another orgasm descended on her, I moved to put my hand over her mouth but didn't need it, with our lips together she softly hummed through another strong orgasm. When his sister's anus clamped on Denny's dick, he cummed a third time. He was actually louder than then she was. When their motion stopped in the post orgasmic bliss, I was still right on the edge and had to thrust up in her a couple times to drop over it allowing me to cum in my condom again.
We all laid there a while, my dick in her vagina and Denny's in her rectum. Denny had to wake his sister to send her back to bed, she couldn't be caught in his bedroom in the morning. We had to pull out of her so she could get up and put her PJs back on. When she left, I took the condom off, but had nowhere to put it, so I tied it in the knot like Marcy had shown us and put it in my bag. At home, I can use the trash, because that's where we were taught to put them. Denny saw the amount of cum I had captured and was amazed at the quantity. We got back in bed and fell asleep.
After breakfast Saturday, his dad took me home.
December 1968
While all us kids were swimming during the End-of-Summer party, the Dads and the Grampas at the party had been discussed the future of the swimming hole and devised a plan to improve it into a swimming pond. A few of them even came down to look at what was there, we just thought they were checking out the kids swimming.
The plan they came up with was to enlarge and improve the swimming hole to a swimming pond, complete with shallow and deep ends, and a platform from which you could jump into deep water.
Mr. Taylor (Mark's father, the little boy with the erection problem) is a civil engineer for Barry County, and during the fall came out a couple times to take photographs and make sketches of the existing area and the land around it. He even brought a survey team to check the surrounding area and, as he called it, `the lay of the land'. The side towards Marcy's farm was a little low, but the dirt being removed from the hole would raise that side enough to support the water.
He made several sketches showing ways that it could be enlarged, all of them included a concrete dam on the downstream end replacing our pile of rocks and other debris.
A group of them met at our house one Sunday after church. The meeting was down at the swimming hole. Mr. Taylor showed them the sketches then showed them with little flags where the waterline would be.
None of these options would be free, the cost was mostly in the concrete. The committee members either owned or could borrow equipment and lumber for the forms the dam would need. Some lumber the platform would be needed as well and some hardware.
To get the larger pond some trees would have to be removed. Four of those tree trunks could be reused as the corners of the platform.
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Marcy got off the school bus at our place a lot that winter, like every day usually. Mostly we did our homework together, but having the house to ourselves with mom at work gave us plenty of opportunity to explore each other and find new ways to give each other pleasure. But we did wait till our homework was done before we got distracted.
We were really getting used to a whole new lifestyle. We didn't need to worry about gangs taking our money or about someone stealing the one bicycle that Grandpa owned from the front yard. We couldn't have bicycles when we lived in the city. If we had, we wouldn't have had them for long, someone in one of the gangs would have knocked us off and taken it for one of the older gang member's kids.
Living here at least one of us can ride into town and go to the store when Mom or Gramma needs something and charge it to our account which Grampa pays at the end of the month.
With all our new friends we got to go on sleepovers and have our friends come to our house on Friday or Saturday nights. Gramma never cooked a meal for just the 5 of us, she cooked for a bunch, what we didn't eat, was leftovers for another meal or two. So at any meal, having an extra mouth or two wasn't a big deal. Mom said Gramma and Grampa were acting like they did when she was a teenager.
Our first Christmas was upon us in Washburn, Missouri. School was out for two weeks. At Thanksgiving Uncle John and Aunt Sue said they were coming to visit for the holidays. Their last day of work was Friday the 20th, they would leave as soon as school let out Friday afternoon (both of them are teachers) and basically follow the same route when he brought us out. So he would arrive the morning of 22nd.
We heard a horn blowing as a car pulled into the driveway about 6 PM on December 21st. We ran out to see what the ruckus was. It was Uncle John pulling in early, but without Aunt Sue! We had just sat down to dinner. Uncle John was tried, he drove 7 hours after school Friday, and 12 more Saturday. Gramma rushed him in the house and sat him at the table putting a plate of food in front of him. He'd brought a bottle of wine with him knowing there was none in the house and Grampa poured him a glass. Nobody asked him about the elephant that wasn't in the room, I guess we all figured he would tell us when he was ready.
About half way through dinner and the bottle of wine, Uncle John seemed to unwind and began to relax and joined in the conversation a bit. Before dessert, he slowly started, "So, I'm sure you're wondering where Aunt Sue is. Well, that is a long story that goes back to the tent in the woods.
"I know your mom told you the truth about her getting pregnant with you, Michael and running away to New Jersey to have you.
"Michael, you've been raised your whole life to tell the truth and live with the consequences. Your mom was right to raise you that way, it's the right way, and as far as I know since a few early lies, you have been told the truth, but some of those early lies were never corrected. We're going to fix that tonight."
I looked over at Mom and saw that her jaw was set, she nodded at me and indicated I should pay attention to Uncle John. Apparently, they had planned this discussion.
"Michael, after you were born we all thought Mary would come back and live here. She decided not to do that. Mom, Dad and I decided that I would move to New Jersey as well to be near her and help her when she needed me. I got my temporary teaching credential and began working as a teacher, where I met Sue and we moved in together.
"Aunt Sue was never your aunt. She was just my roommate. We shared a small two bedroom apartment that neither of us could afford alone and as a matter of convenience for the family, we became your aunt and uncle. Our relationship was never as husband and wife. I taught during the day and went to college at night to finish my teaching degree.
"When I arrived in New Jersey, Mary was already pregnant for the second time. David, you were born the next year and Lisa, the year after that. Sue and I were always around when Mary needed us, but we weren't really part of your lives either.
"I have vague memories of David's dad hanging around for a while."
"Not likely kiddo, you would have been too young to remember him. You may have remembered me being around. When your mom moved from her first place to where you grew up after Lisa was born, I helped her move and we did some things together for a couple years, then for some reason, we stopped seeing as much of each other.
"Sue was happy when she found out Mary was leaving New Jersey. It meant she could stop pretending to be Aunt Sue. Right after Thanksgiving, when I promised that we would come here for Christmas, she'd had enough and moved out. I still see her at school, but we're not really even friends, we're coworkers. She doesn't want to be part of a lie anymore and neither do I. You could say, that in a way, we got a divorce.
"Michael, I very well may be your father. But David and Lisa, I can with all certainty, I'm just your uncle.
"Someday Michael, we may be able to take a test to see if I am in fact your father, but the only test right now is called HLA Typing but it wouldn't be effective for us since we're already close relatives the test isn't good enough to differentiate me as your father or as your uncle. So we're never really going to know till a better test is developed.
"So as I see it, we can continue to live as uncle and nephew or let everyone know that I may be your father. There are huge consequences if we admit to a father/son relationship, that would mean your mother and I committed what's called incest, and is a major taboo by some in society, and you and the rest of the family could end up paying for it by being shunned by the rest of the community, or we continue on as we are uncle and nephew. Either way I would like to become more involved in all of your lives, that goes for you too David and Lisa."
"When mom told me that you could be my father I thought it would be cool to have you as my dad. But you aren't David or Lisa's dad, so that's not quite as cool. Since we don't really know, either way, and there's no positive side to advertise us as father and son, we should just go on as we are, and I'd know that I shouldn't marry any of your daughters."
"But I don't even have any daughters."
"Yeah, so that makes my choices pretty safe. Unless . . . You couldn't possibly be Marcy's father could you?"
"No that wasn't me, Evelyn married and then got pregnant, I wasn't involved."
"Ok, good, cause I really like Marcy."
"I have one more major announcement while were discussing family matters. Since the very reason that I was living in the cesspool called New Jersey has moved here, at the end of my contract in June, I'm leaving New Jersey and moving back home. I've never liked New Jersey, and now I want to be near all of you, I'm going to be working in the high school in Seligman. I've talked with the principal and he's looking to replace a couple retiring teachers, and he offered me the job the day he looked at my resume. He also mentioned he would be retiring in a couple years and was looking for someone that could replace him when the time came."
That was a stunning revelation for the whole family, it woke us up to the fact that it was 8:30 and we were still sitting at the dinner table with dirty dishes in front of us and dessert still unserved. Gramma ushered the rest of us out of her kitchen, and she brought dessert into the living room.
Uncle John wants to be a part of our lives, I wonder what that exactly means. And there is a chance that he's my dad, so until it can be proven otherwise, he will remain my uncle, my favorite uncle, but I did lose an aunt today, but come to think of it, she never was very affectionate towards us.
Christmas morning was the greatest, best Christmas gifts ever. All three of us got our very own bicycles from Gramma and Grampa. We get to retire Grampa's old rest-red bicycle back to the barn rafters from where it came.
Winter 1968/1969
A couple months after the party Grampa came home one afternoon pulling a large trailer. There was the strangest piece of farm machinery I had ever seen. It had a cab where the operator would sit and one end had a big wide scoop that could lift dirt or whatever way up high, or it could just push it around. On the other end was an arm with an elbow and instead of a hand, it had a smaller scoop about 18" wide that could reach out almost 10 feet.
I asked Grampa what it was and he just said it was a Backhoe Loader and he parked it alongside the barn.
February was the first hard freeze of the year. It had been below freezing for most of a week, a couple nights even reaching 10 degrees.
Saturday at 7 AM some cars, but mostly pick-up trucks started showing up and parking back by the barn, a couple of flatbed trucks arrived that were loaded with used 2 x 8s and other lumber and guys started carrying it down to the creek. Grampa didn't want us getting hurt, so he made sure we stayed out of the way, but at least we got to watch.
The guy who owned the backhoe started it up after using an oil warmer and it belched big clouds of black smoke and he drove it out through the field and entered the frozen stream bed there. The first thing he did was to tear out our hand build dam, but he just moved the rocks out of the way. The water under the ice on top of the swimming hole drained out.
The creek was frozen solid and the top 3" of swimming hole was ice. Slightly below where the dam had been he started digging a trench the width of the scoop, about 24" wide. The trench went all the way across where our dam was, plus about 5 feet farther on each side.
With that done, men moved in and started building two walls with the used 2x8s. Both walls were leaning towards each other slightly. At the bottom they were 24" apart, but at the top only about 12". Steel bars were brought down and were positioned inside the forms. Grampa called it rebar and said it would add strength to the concrete.
While some did that, the backhoe moved to where he could break off big chunks of the ice that filled the swimming hole. He'd lift large pieces that would then break, then he pick them up and moved them away from the stream. It only took him a few minutes, and the swimming hole was empty. Wet, but empty.
Then he started moving dirt with the other big scoop on the opposite end. He came way up into the grassy area and filled the scoop and took it to the other side and dumped it in a low area. He came up so far, that the big rock that was on the bank, was now going to be about 10 feet from the shore line and when the hole filled in, about 2 feet of it was going to be in the water. Grampa told me that the plan was to remove it, but he wanted it left, because he knew it was mine and David's favorite place to, as he put it, `have some fun'.
The backhoe continued to shape the perimeter of the new pond. He drove through the scrub oaks upstream uprooting the bushes and small trees. Anytime he picked up dirt, it got put on the low side of the stream, raising that side. By lunchtime the backhoe had cleared and smoothed the entire new pond. This was everyone's first chance to visualize the design of the pond. It was an oblong hole, flat on the end with the dam about 30 feet wide and 50 feet long.
The triangle rang calling everyone to lunch. Gramma and mom had been up in the kitchen making a big pot of chili all morning and baking cornbread. With this many men the lunch had to be served outside, I went inside to eat with David and Lisa after removing my muddy boots on the porch to warm up and let the men eat in peace. There was a discussion going on about the size of the pond and the ability to make it bigger and if the dam could withstand it.
It was determined that with the water fairly shallow, the dam could easily withstand the additional water, and the decision was made to make the pond bigger by making it wider by another 20 feet, and longer by 40 feet.
Mr. Taylor laid out the new waterline, which now went through a small stand of trees adjacent to where the scrub oak had been taken out. The loader blade of the backhoe easily took care of the oak trees pushing them over, then the backhoe end lifted the root ball, tearing the roots from the ground. A chain allowed him to pull them out of the way. 4 of them were pulled to a clearing and a guy with a chainsaw cut off the root ball then cut off the top of the tree leaving about 15 feet of straight trunk, each 6" in diameter. He also removed the bark off the bottom 3 feet.
At 3 o'clock a truck blew its horn 3 times. The truck with the pumper was here. One of the dads works for the concrete company as a delivery driver, and convinced his boss to allow him and his adult son to borrow the mixer truck, and the pumper for a community project. The committee would still have to purchase the actual concrete. But that was not too bad, all the men here and several others at the party had agreed to share the cost. The cost of each cubic yard was just over $15, so each man ponied up $10. The left-over would go for hardware for the jumping platform and other needs of the pond.
Everyone but the backhoe driver went up to help. A three-inch hose had to be pieced together and fed down to the new dam before the concrete could be pumped into the form. While they were working on the hose to deliver the concrete, the backhoe guy finished the enlarged footprint of the pond. It was now 50 feet wide and 90 feet long. But it was still child friendly, the big rock was still there, but now out in the middle. From the rock, to the dam, about 20 feet, the water would be a maximum of 2 feet deep.
From the rock upstream the water would be deeper and the ground gently tapered into the earth till it reached a depth of about 4 ½ feet, stayed at that depth then quickly tapered up to the water line along the upstream side. The deepest area would be in front of the platform, when they decided where the platform would be.
At 4:30 a truck blew its air horn. The concrete was here.
The father son team stayed with the trucks the father ran the truck emptying its load into the pumper, the son ran the pumper, watching the pressure dials and making sure no concrete clogged the hopper above the pump, and that the concrete was thin enough to be pumped through the long hose. Everyone else returned to the pond to watch the slowly forming show of the frame filling with concrete.
Communications between truck and pond were via hand held air horns, one short blast was pump the concrete normally, 2 two short blasts was slow it down, 1 long blast was shut it down.
The horns from the pumper were 1 short blast was ready to pump, 2 short blasts was concrete on its way, 1 long blast was the truck is empty, which meant the last of the concrete was in the hose. That's important, because to keep up the pressure, they have to pump water behind the last of the concrete, so a specified length of time after that long blast, the last of the regular concrete would reach the end of the hose and water would come out after that, and you don't want to put that water inside the forms of the dam.
The truck signaled with one short blast and the crew by the dam answered with 1 short blast. It took a while for the concrete to reach the dam and it started pouring out of the end of the hose and slowly started filling the forms. This wasn't the most exciting thing to watch, but it was hard to look away. It probably took about 45 minutes before the truck let loose with 1 long blast, the last of the concrete was on the way, but just before that happened, the dam form filled all the way up. The concrete in the hose had to go somewhere, so it was pumped below the dam where the spillway would deliver the outflow and it would hit the concrete and not erode the ground. You could tell when the last of the concrete exited the hose, the grey slop immediately turned thin as most of it was water, this is how the pumper hose was cleaned. This grey water was pumped into the stream bed.
When at last, the output of the hose turned clear, indicating the hose was empty of concrete, we sounded 1 long blast. The guys standing around watching, went back to work dismantling the 8 sections of 40 foot hose and carrying them up to the pumper truck.
The men were done for the day, they cleaned up their tools and headed home to dinner.
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After church and the main meal of Sunday with their families, the men again began arriving to continue shaping Johanson Pond as we were now calling it. The first order of business was where to put the platform. A spot was chosen due to its proximity to the grove of oak trees that would provide the platform shade in the summer.
The backhoe changed it smaller scoop out for an auger. An auger is like a drill but a lot bigger, this one, Grampa said is a small one, only 12 inches in diameter. He drilled into the ground in 4 places about 3 feet deep for the corner posts of the future platform. The other men spread the loose dirt from the holes out with shovels. Next the four tree trunks were brought back and the ends that had been stripped of their bark were lowered into the 4 holes. Other men were making trips up to one of the trucks and bringing back bags of post-hole concrete loaded into wheelbarrows. One of the first loads also brought a 5 gallon jug of water.
When the first post was in place, the concrete was ready and was dumped in around the post. The post was held in place with a couple boards temporarily nailed on.
While they were working on the platform, Mr. Backhoe guy had changed the auger back to the 18" scoop and began lowering the area out in front of the platform from the 4 ½ feet to 8 feet. Once that depth was reached he began tapering the walls up to the 4 ½ foot depth. All the dirt he was removing was put up on the lower bank to create a berm that would hold in the water. The berm wasn't large, it only needed to hold in the top 4" of the pond.
By the time he finished the bottom of the pond, the men had finished the four posts for the platform, which was all they were going to do to the platform today. Building the rest of the platform, could be done by one or two men and we had the rest of the winter and all spring to finish it.
The backhoe went back to the shallow end and drove back up the bank and began leveling and smoothing out the berm. The rest of the men using shovels smoothed out the wheel ruts the backhoe made. Grampa promised me that this spring, all evidence of the work would be invisible, grasses and scrub oak would reclaim the bare ground. The backhoe went downstream back into the field and up to the house, where it was loaded on its trailer and was taken home by its owner.
Now that the men were gone, David and Lisa were allowed to go down to the pond with me. They begged me for a couple hours and I finally gave in, but grabbed something from my bedroom first. We went down the normal path, past where we pitched the tent, and down to the pond. I had them wear their boots as it was still muddy, but not like squishy mud, just wet dirt kind of mud.
They were shocked when they saw just how big the pond would be when it was full. I had told them, but till you see it, you can't visualize it. We got to walk all over the pond and ended up at the rock. "This used to be on the bank of the swimming hole," David exclaimed.
"Yeah, and do you remember what we used the rock for?" I asked.
He moved around to the other side and leaned over the rock where we'd had sex so many times and wiggled his butt at me. I moved right up behind him, my fully erect dick pressing between his butt cheeks through our clothes. I whispered in his ear, "Pull `em down." He didn't even undo his belt, he just forced his pants over his hips along with his underwear. I stood up and took the Vaseline from my jacket pocket and covered his anus with it. I put it away and pushed my own pants to my knees and pushed my throbbing dick slowly through his sphincter. Lisa just stood there looking perturbed that she was only getting to watch and was having to make her own action rubbing herself with her dress pulled up and her hand down inside her panties as I thrusted up into David, eventually cumming in his rectum.
There's just something special about having sex out in the open even though I had planned this, it was still exciting. I knew we weren't done, there was David's erection and Lisa's arousal to deal with.
"Can you get your panties off?" I swear, I ask the dumbest questions some time.
Her panties came flying off, drug over her muddy boots freeing clumps of mud from them and them landing unceremoniously on the ground. Oh well, panties can be rinsed out before mom finds them in the dirty clothes pile. I had backed away from David and was standing on lower ground a few feet away from the rock. Lisa came over and jumped up surrounding my neck with her arms. "Keep your boots off me," I warned her as her legs went around my waist. I was fully hard again, and my dick found her vagina as she lowered herself on me. David was standing there with his hard-on sticking out. With me on lower ground, that put Lisa's butt perfectly at David's dick height. As I backed Lisa to him, he grabbed her hips and guided his little missile to her rosebud which was fully open for the taking.
After me stimulating his anal nerve endings and bringing his arousal level to 9.9, it didn't take him long to get to 10.0 and blow his load in Lisa's rectum. Lisa had been masturbating the whole while that David and I were having sex and as soon as her second hole was filled, she had an intense round of tingles. Her orgasm only spurred me on. The challenge now was not just for me to cum, but to make Lisa cum a second time, me cumming was a forgone conclusion. There wasn't much that could stop me now. I could feel the fire building in my balls.
"Hi Guys, whatcha doing?" That could have stopped me if it had happened 20 seconds earlier, as it was, I had just past the point of no return. I had just enough time to turn towards the sound and identify it as Marcy arriving from her house. My involuntary contractions started just as Lisa clamped her legs and froze up in her second orgasm. My semen flowed up into her and there was nothing I could do about it. But then I didn't have to, it was only Marcy. "Are you fucking my little sister?" she asked as she walked up, enjoying my predicament.
"Both holes!" Lisa proclaimed proudly.
I held Lisa tightly until our orgasms subsided, then pulled her off my dick and I set her on the ground, my shirt mercifully covering my most of my dick. "Hi Marcy, how'd you know we were here?"
"I called. Gramma said the kids made you bring them down to see the pond. This is amazing, it's going to be so cool when it fills up!"
I nonchalantly as possible bent over and pulled my underwear up, then my pants, tucking in my shirt. I gave Marcy the tour showing her where the platform would be, then down to the dam. "When do the boards come off? She asked.
"The concrete guy said not before tonight, but Grampa said he take them off tomorrow. Wanna come up to the house? "
"Of course, I'm not going to let any of you in my pants down here in the mud."
"Ooh, does that mean what I hope it means?"
"Well for me to walk up on that sexy scene, I'm going to need a little fun too."
Talk about the mud reminded me of Lisa's panties, "Lisa, give me those panties, I'll rinse them for you."
"Awe, aren't you the perfect big brother," Marcy said as she leaned over to kiss me.
"Not really, I just don't want mom finding muddy panties in the clothes hamper. But you can still kiss me anytime."
March 1969
Grampa was true to his word, but I wish he had waited till I came home. He had single handedly stripped all the form boards off the dam and carried every one of them up to the barn before I got home from school. Two different men had supplied the boards and both of them arrived to take them back to their construction yards where they were stored. At least I got to help load them on their trucks.
With Grampa and me, or one of the other men, working on the pond's platform, over several weekends, it was finally complete. The final size of the platform was 4 feet wide by 5 feet long. The top was made by bolting 2" x 8"s to the outside of the 4 tree stumps then attaching braces the short way using joist hangers. For the actual platform top, 2" x 6" boards were nailed down. The end you jump from stuck out over the water about 18 inches. Handrails were attached to the stumps 3 feet above the platform on 3 sides, except where the stairs were. Stairs were made just like you find going up onto any porch with 2x4 handrails. Mr. Taylor inspected the work and approved it as well done and safe for the kids.
The other task we had to finish was to put the rocks that had formed the old dam back in where they could provide a home for the frogs we would catch.
We'd had some rain in late February, but through the first half of March we got about 4 inches from a few rainstorms. The deepest part of the pond was full and the stream was flowing slowly filling the rest of the pond. The last half of March we had a one storm that dumped 3 more inches on us and more importantly, also upstream from us. By the end of March the water was starting to encircle the rock. Only 2 more feet to go, but that last 2 feet, was the majority of the water the lake could hold.
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This is also Birthday season. Mine March 7th when I turn 14, Lisa April 7 will be 12, and David Apr. 30 will be 13. Mom said she had always hated this time of year, because she couldn't afford birthday presents for us and it hurt her to not be able to give us something other than new shoes or some other piece of needed clothing. But this year was different, this year mom's circumstances were better. She wasn't making a lot more money, but she was getting free rent and Gramma and Grampa bought about half her groceries.
There's a lot of excitement in the country about how later this year they're launching men to the moon. Science class in school was all about space travel and I let it be known that I thought it would be cool to have a Saturn 5 model rocket kit.
Luckily, my birthday this year was on a Friday, when the school bus dropped all four of us off, our jolly driver even wished me a happy birthday. Marcy and I went to our kitchen to do our homework and David and Lisa went into the big house at least till mom gets home from her job at the Doctor's office. David is starting to get homework now too, but he's doing better in school than I did at his age and never gets below a `B'. He does his homework under Gramma's watchful eye in her kitchen, I think it's the cookies and milk she serves. As usual Marcy and I got a couple drinks from the fridge and began working.
When she first sat down next to me she made her first advance. She put her hand on the inside of my thigh. She didn't move it for a couple problems except to point at something in the math book we were working in, but then it immediately went back to the same place.
The more problems we did, the further her hand moved up my leg. I noticed right away it was happening and my dick got hard, I couldn't stop it. Her hand was eventually bumping up against it and it turned to unbuttoning my jeans. She got the zipper down as we finished the last math problem and worked her fingers inside the waistband of my underpants. Her hand was warm as it encircled my steel pole. We made it to the couch in the living room before we collapsed in a heap and kissed as her hand slowly rubbed me inside my pants. The skirt she wore today gave me easy access right up to her panties, I worked my fingers in the leg hole and up through her vulva and played with her clitoris.
"Oh, would you two get a room?" Lisa exclaimed as she came in the front door. I looked at her and smiled. She came over to the couch and stood a couple feet away just watching, then her hand went down inside the waistband of her own skirt and panties and began rubbing. She got on her knees on the couch and crawled over to us still rubbing herself vigorously.
She moved toward my face and Marcy pulled back to allow her room to reach my lips. The first thing to touch me was her tongue as it passed through my lips on its way in my mouth.
I felt Marcy extract herself from the pile and then the tugging as she pulled on my jeans and underwear. I lifted my hips from the couch so they would slide down my butt and over my thighs. She went to my feet. She took off my shoes and pulled on the legs of my pants removing them completely. I was now naked from the waist down except for my socks and Lisa was attached to my lips. Marcy went behind Lisa and unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it and her panties down, she cooperated by lifting one leg at a time so they could clear her knees.
Marcy picked her up by her hips and brought her up and let her back down straddling me, trapping my dick between us. She's done this enough now that she knows how to move a boy's dick into her vagina and she wiggled around till my glans was just inside her. She pushed and slid down my body, my dick sliding up in her.
Temporarily separated from Lisa's lips I looked at Marcy and asked, "Are you having fun with this?"
"You know I love watching you make love to your little sister."
I pulled Lisa back up so our lips could touch again, only a couple inches, but that also pulled me part way out of her. But then that only allowed me the freedom to use my hips to push myself back in, repeatedly.
Marcy stroked her backside softly, her hand rubbed down the back of one leg and up the back of the other. She trailed a finger between her butt cheeks as I had a firm grasp with one cheek in each hand and continued up one side of her back and back down the other. The second time across her anus Marcy wiggled her finger in her anus and Lisa orgasmed with a full-body cum, if there is such a thing. By that, I mean every part of her body participated in a mighty orgasm, parts of her stiffened, her arms constricted, nearly crushing my neck, parts of her wiggled and parts of her quivered, and her vagina pulsated around my penis. I thought I could hold out and try to make her cum a second time. I even tried doing a math problem in my head to distract the impending orgasm, but I couldn't stop it, it was already like a category 4 hurricane as it comes ashore, there is no way to stop it. I cummed in her several times as she continued her uncontrollable shuddering lying on my chest. Then everything got quiet.
"Happy . . . (heavy breath) . . . birth . . . (heavy breath) . . . day, Michael . . . (heavy breath) I'm `sposed . . . (heavy breath) . . . to get back . . . (heavy breath) . . . to Gramma's . . . (heavy breath)" And with that, she was asleep.
The thought that Gramma might come looking for her motivated me into action. Marcy helped me up and I carried her to her bed. We wiped her vulva with a towel from the bathroom, but semen was slowly leaking out, so to stop it I got in there and slurped and sucked up what I could reach with my tongue, then ran the towel over her again. Marcy retrieved her panties and skirt and we redressed her, and put the sheet over her so it would appear she simply took a nap, which is absolutely true. As long as no one asked why she was taking a nap, I would be alright. It isn't like everyone doesn't know the four of us play around with each other, but we try to show some respect to our parents and grandparents by not flaunting it in front of them.
I got dressed too and sat back down on the couch with Marcy. We looked at each other and just stared laughing at the intrusion. We tried picking back up where we left off, but we'd need to start over, the mood was broken.
Lisa only slept a few minutes woke up refreshed. She grabbed a skirt that Gramma was going to sew a new button on for her. She stopped in the living room and apologized for interrupting us. I gave her a kiss and thanked her for her birthday gift, and suggested that if Gamma asked where she had been, that she just say she felt really sleepy and took a quick nap. She nodded and headed back up to the big house.
We had the house to ourselves and a half hour later I was feeling rambunctious again. So was Marcy, she was at one end of the couch and I was at the other, our toes had lightly been playing with each other. My foot started making advances up her leg farther and farther. She moved her top leg up on the back of the couch, giving me an open view right up to her pink panties.
I scooted closer so my foot could travel higher. I could now reach those panties at her crotch, and my toes tickled her across her perineum from one hole to the other. Using my big toe, I wiggled my way in the leg hole and was able to rub her vulva. She reached down through her waist band and her hand met my toe. "Just keep wiggling it," she told me as she pulled her vulva open so my toe had complete access to rub up and down through her labia. A little of this and next thing I knew, her hand was pushing my toe in her vagina. It only went in about an inch, and she had to keep pressure in it to keep it from slipping out. But for a little while, I was toe fucking her.
I found this extremely erotic and my dick was trying everything it could think of to escape my pants. With its little brain, it only did the only thing it could think of and that was to enlarge itself hoping to bust out of its confines. It only succeeded in stretching things out a bit, creating a bulge even Marcy could even see, it was going to need help.
She suddenly sat up forcing most of my toe in her and trapping it between her and the couch. She leaned over and undid my jeans again. She was trying to pull them down and I was trying to lift up to help her, but with our positions I couldn't get the leverage to raise my butt. I helped her by pushing down the waist. With both of us working together, we were able to overcome the friction and work them under my butt without pulling my toe out of her and I was pretty sure she didn't want that, at least not yet. Once down she was able to pull them off my free leg, so now I was laying there with my pants half on and half off. We didn't stay that way long, Marcy was getting anxious now. She pulled my foot out from under her and tugged my jeans down and over my foot leaving me where I was an hour ago, naked from the waist down except for my socks but this time Marcy was attached to my mouth, and she had settled on me in such a way that my penis slipped up inside her vagina.
"You just lay there and enjoy, this is my birthday present to you." She was the one doing the pelvic thrusts as she rode my pole. Having cum a half hour before with Lisa was a great appetizer, but this was the main course. I enjoy sex with Lisa and I love making her get her tingles, even though today was a lot more than just tingles, today was her first major orgasm for her and I wanted Marcy to experience one too. We made love for 15 minutes or so, probably a record session before I orgasmed. Marcy had one minor cum and just before I cummed, she had an orgasm with a capital `O'.
It was a good thing it happened, I heard the crunch of tires against the rocks in the driveway and mom's ride dropped her back by the house instead of dropping her at the road. Marcy put her underwear back on and curled up to watch the TV which was still on, I grabbed my pants and underwear and ran for the bathroom.
I heard the front door open. "Oh, hi Marcy. Where's the birthday boy?"
"Oh, you just missed him, he had to go the bathroom. I flushed the unused toilet, and washed my hands and came back to the living room, dressed. "Hi mom. How many lives did you save today?"
"No lives saved today, but we did treat a nasty diaper rash, and wrote a couple prescriptions for arthritis medications and 4 new people have come down with a cold.
It was just another typical day in Washburn.
Marcy had been invited to my birthday party which was a dinner of my choice followed with cake and ice cream, then presents.
I got the very present I wanted for my birthday, the Saturn 5 model rocket kit, but as a surprise, I got a second model of the Apollo 11 command capsule with the detachable lunar-lander.
The night of my birthday I got a soft knock on my door, it was a naked David, it wasn't unusual for David to be naked, because he normally sleeps naked now. "I have a present for you. Can I sleep with you?"
Birthday night sex was great, it wasn't the things we did to each other, it was what I saw while lying on my back with my legs in the air as he leaned over me and pushed his now 4" dick in my rectum. And again what I saw as I hovered over him in the same manner sawing my dick in and out of his hole. Each time our eyes met and focused on each other the whole time. I could see the love he had for me, except maybe during the moment he ejaculated, when he focused his attention on the pleasure of his orgasm. But I brought him back, when I pulled him down to my face and kissed his lips. He laid on my chest and that's the way we fell asleep embracing each other.
In the morning I woke up hearing Lisa sobbing at the side of my bed. "What's wrong Lisa?" I asked.
"I was `sposed to come in last night when David did, but I fell asleep, now your birthday's over and I didn't get to give you your other present," she said through her sniffling.
"That's ok, Lisa. I got some really great presents yesterday and the one from you after school was really special, but you can make today really special too if you want, you'll be the only person to give me a present today."
"Really? Is that ok with you?" Lisa also sleeps naked now as long as it isn't too cold out and this morning she was completely nude.
"I'd love for you to give me your present today. That will make today super special." She lifted the covers and crawled up into bed with me, her attitude had taken a complete 180, she was her normal happy self again as she got into bed with David and I. David didn't know she was there, he was still sound asleep.
Mom stuck her head in, "So that's where they are, I was wondering. Day-after birthday presents?" I just nodded. "Breakfast will be ready in 20 minutes, clothing optional," she said as she headed towards the kitchen, her naked backside coming into full view.
"What was that about clothing?"
"You heard me."
As mom's footsteps faded into the kitchen, Lisa did another 180. She pulled the covers over her head and twisted around till her knees were by the pillow and her head at the opposite end. I felt her soft delicate lips kiss the head of my penis, encouraging the erection process already partially under way. But she didn't wait for it, she engulfed the entire head and about an inch of the shaft. She held me there applying slight suction waiting for the hardening she knew would quickly follow. When I was fully inflated I heard and felt her inhale deeply and her lips plunged all the way down on my shaft, all the way to my pubes. I had never felt anything like that before. She held me there maybe 15 seconds and pulled away.
I lifted the covers so I could see her. "You had my whole penis in your mouth! How'd you do that?"
"I've been practicing with David, but he's not a big as you. Put the sheet back down, I'm not done with you yet. But you need to tell me just before you're ready to cum." I dropped the covers back over her and she resumed a normal blow job that she's done for me many times. As she sucked on me, I played with her vagina and clitoris figuring I could bring her off about the same time I would explode to her actions. The closer I got, the more I moved my butt around which woke David.
When he realized it was Lisa causing my activity, he exclaimed, "I didn't miss it did I?" and he too dove down under the covers. He was having a hard time trying to watch Lisa, so he threw the covers down so only my feet were covered, then sat up on his knees to watch her. "You gotta let her know when you're ready!" he told me.
I was nearly ready, my orgasm was fast approaching, and I warned Lisa I was about to cum. I heard her take a full breath then she did it again taking my entire penis in her mouth, and she swallowed just as I hit the back of her throat, I felt myself slide past the back of her throat, the pressure on my dick was intense. Her lips were pressed tight against my pubic area at the base of my penis. The intense feeling of an ejaculation rose up and engulfed me, and I cummed with a mighty orgasm. My hips tried to thrust myself deeper in her throat if that would even have been possible, I squirted my semen, not in her mouth, but straight into her throat, 3. . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 times my muscles contracted feeding Lisa my cum. My hand with my thumb in Lisa's vagina and my fingers circling her clitoris seized up clenching her tightly, and I could feel her whole body shaking as her orgasm engulfed her too. I realized I was moaning louder than normal and I clamped my hand over my mouth to silence myself. I certainly didn't want mom to come running from the kitchen to see what the noise was all about.
After the final pulse of my pelvic muscles I reached down and lifted Lisa's head. She expelled my penis from her throat and mouth and took a deep breath and began breathing harder than I was. I had just had one of the all-time greatest orgasms ever.
"You did it Lisa, way to go. That was awesome." David exclaimed. Semen was still bubbling out of my dick and David was right there, to clean it up.
I helped Lisa sit up, then I pulled her up to me. I kissed her on the lips. "Thank you, that was the best birthday present ever, and we kissed again. We laid back, Lisa rested her head on my arm and we relaxed. Mom came in a couple minutes later still naked and sat on the end of the bed holding a glass of water, "Well honey, did you do it?"
Lisa looked up at her with her big blue eyes, and nodded.
"You knew what she did? How?" I asked.
"Yes, I knew, not that I approved. I noticed some hot dogs missing. When I asked her and David if they knew anything about them, they told me that David and Marcy were helping her learn how to do it. It's called deep throating and is a skill that few have, but Lisa has promised me she's never going to do it again, didn't you Sweetie?"
"Yes mommy."
"Is your throat ok?" mom asked.
"Yeah, just a little sore."
"Here, have some water," mom offered.
"So mom, what's with the clothing optional for breakfast?" David asked.
"Well, when you guys were camping out, you were naked a lot, and I can't help but notice that you're all sleeping naked now in the house as well since it's now too cold outside for camping. I think a little nudity is healthy and helps build respect for the human body, so now, on Saturdays you get to go naked here in the house, not Gramma and Grampa's house, just this one. That doesn't get you out of any chores Grampa has for you, but while in the house, clothing is optional.
"What about Marcy," I asked, "she comes over all the time."
"Yeah, she can go naked too if she wants. In fact any of your friends can be naked when we all are. I'll let you tell Marcy, she's on her way. She just called to let you know."
"What if we don't tell her and she just finds us all naked. It could be fun to see her reaction."
"You really want to do that to her?"
"Sure, I owe her one for being in on Lisa's birthday present for me, and not telling me."
"OK, fine with me. When she called, I invited her to breakfast, she should be here in a few minutes. Who's ready for breakfast?" She stood and led the way out to the kitchen. I leaned over and kissed Lisa again, "Thanks again Lisa that was really great." And we proceeded to the kitchen and set the table for 5.
I saw Marcy walk past the kitchen window. "She's here, act natural."
"How much more natural can we be, we're all naked?" David asked. He had a good point.
Marcy walked in the front and instantly saw 4 naked bodies. "Morning everyone," she said as she unbuttoned her flannel shirt.
"Good morning Marcy, ready for breakfast?" I asked as I walked over to her and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
She had already kicked off her tennis shoes, and was lowering her jeans and panties together. "How was your birthday?"
"It was wonderful, best birthday ever, I got some great presents!" It was like we were purposely not mentioning the work she had done helping Lisa prepare and it was driving her crazy.
"So what did you get?"
"I got the Saturn 5 rocket model I wanted and I also got the command module with the detachable lunar-lander. And David came in last night and slept with me."
Marcy was staring at Lisa looking for some sign, but Lisa held a straight face, for a while, finally breaking down and blurting out, "I wanted to do it last night, but I fell asleep, so I went in and did it this morning."
Marcy jumped with glee and ran over to Lisa, grabbing her shoulders, "You did it? All the way?" Lisa was nodding, "Way to go, I knew you could do it!" She gave Lisa a big hug.
She looked over at me, "So how was it?"
"Best damn orgasm I've ever had. She was incredible."
"Michael, language! There are ladies present," mom scolded. "Come and sit down the pancakes are ready and won't stay hot for long."
Over breakfast Marcy brought up the obvious subject, "So I couldn't help be noticing, everyone was naked this morning. Is that something new or part of Michael's birthday?"
Mom fielded her question, "Yeah, well, sort of. All summer long you guys were naked most of the day, and as I told the kids this morning, I believe that nudity is healthy. It helps build respect for the human body, so now, on Saturdays you all get to go naked here in the house, not Gramma and Grampa's house, just this one. But I want each of you to have emergency clothing that you can put on quickly if anyone comes over."
"Like what?" Lisa asked.
"Oh, like a dress that could slip over your head, or just a big t-shirt.
"Oh, I could wear one of Michel's t-shirt, it would come down to my knees." Lisa offered.
"Sure thing Lisa, I have some extras, after breakfast I'll help you find one in my drawer. That might work for you too David, you come too."
"I could bring over a shirt like that, I used to sleep in one." Marcy explained.
"What about you Michael, what could you wear?"
"Well I have a pair of stretch pants that are too short. I could cut off the legs and make shorts out of them. What about you mom?"
"Well I have that light-weight robe, the blue and white one, I can throw that on pretty easily, and now the question is where do we put them?"
"Why not just use the coat rack that's behind the door when it's open?"
"Yeah, that should work."
Just as we were heading to the bedroom to look for t-shirts, mom stopped me and quietly said, "Please Michael, don't let her deep throat ever again, it's just not good for her."
Lisa selected one of my older t-shirts, it did almost come to her knees. The one David liked hit him about mid-thigh, he would need to be careful and not sit down in it because at that point, it wouldn't hide much of anything that should have been hidden. Mom helped me cut the legs off my old stretch pants, they now hit me just above the knees. We each hung our emergency clothing on the coat rack. Now we need to find Marcy something till she brought over one of her sleep shirts. Mom dug into her closet to see what she could find, "Here we go, it's an old sun dress, and you can just slip it over your head." We were ready for Saturday au natural.
In April, Lisa turned 12, then at the end of the month, David joined the ranks of teenagers when he turned 13. Right after Lisa's birthday, mom had another of her safe sex conversations with all 4 of us, explaining that Lisa was likely to begin having her periods very soon now that she was 12, so David and I should, from now on always use condoms with her because she could become pregnant even on her first period.
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In May, an exceptionally early hurricane came up through the Gulf of Mexico making landfall around Beaumont, Texas. With it were the normal torrential rains, as it continued its curved path to the north east, it brushed by us delivering 3 days of steady, hard rain. It spawned a few tornados too, but they did no damage. The rain started on Friday while we were at school. As soon as we got home we changed and put on rain slickers and went to check on the pond. The stream was flowing strongly and the water was rising.
Saturday, we didn't bother with slickers. We were naked because of Saturday au natural, so we just put on shoes and ran down the path. Mom would have towels ready for us when we got back and we'd report on the pond level while we dried off. Sunday, the rains were letting up and Marcy came over. We still went down to check, but we still did it like it was Saturday. Mom finally relented and told us we could stay naked since we were just going to do it again in another hour. By Sunday night, it was nearly up to the overflow spillway. By morning, water was running over the dam. The pond was beautiful in its muddy water kind of way.
I felt kinda bad for hoping for rain, the hurricane did a bunch of damage on the gulf coast, but it did fill the pond, I'm torn...
May 31st, 1969
Grampa passed the word to the pond committee members that the pond was full. The last Saturday in May the committee met again. Grampa asked us, Me, Marcy, David and Lisa, to come with them and told us what he wanted us to do, when Grampa signaled, we were to take our clothes off, and climb the stairs of the platform. At the top we were to wait for another signal, then all jump in at the same time. In preparation, we each only wore 3 pieces of clothing, a t-shirt and shorts and flip flops.
They met at the barn and we all walked down the path together, arriving at the pond as a group. The water which originally had been brown, had settled and was whatever the color it was that ponds are, kinda dark greenish blue when the sky was clear. The side where all the dirt had to be dumped was covered in green and a few spring flowers were blooming. The green wasn't grass exactly, mostly just green weeds, but then we were letting nature do the planting and beautification around the pond.
When the committee saw their handiwork combined with Mother Nature's assistance, there was much celebration in the form of back slapping and hand shaking. While this was going on he nodded at us. We were already by the stairs just waiting the word and we took off our clothes. Grampa distracted the men by walking out on the dam and drawing their attention in that direction.
"Gentlemen, I have called you all here today to celebrate the fruits of our cooperation and efforts. I'd like to thank each and every one of you for your assistance in creating Johanson Pond. I assure you that not one foot has been set in these waters since the pond filled two weeks ago. Frankly, it's been too damn cold, but the sun has been out since the storm and the water is warming. To officially open this pond to swimming, I give you the children of Johanson Pond, Michael, Marcy, David, and Lisa. I'd like to draw your attention to the jumping platform." He swung his arm up pointing to us perched on the edge. "1, . . . 2, . . . 3!" On three the 4 of us all jumped together. We got a big round of applause. We all moved to different areas of the pond, Lisa stood in the water by the dam where it was just above her knees, David stood by the rock where it was still only 2 feet deep, Marcy stood at the bottom on the slope in water up to her breasts, and I tried to stand below the platform where all I could do was bob up and down showing the water was well over my head.
One of the men asked, "So what are the rules for using the pond?"
That question stumped Grampa completely, "Ahh, I don't rightly know, never considered havin' any rules. But I guess you're right, we do need some with all your kids wantin' to come swim. Anyone willing to help with that?"
"Yeah, I'll volunteer my wife, she works with them all day and knows what makes them tick." His wife is one of teachers at our school, she teaches the 5th grade.
"Well, I'll volunteer my daughter, Mary, the kids' mom." Grampa said. How `bout a couple of you younger men helping out, we need someone advocating for the boys, can't have the ladies makin' all the rules favoring their little girls."
The same guy raised his hand, "Yeah, ok, I'll come with my wife."
"I can help too," Mr. Taylor said, "I'm familiar with swimming safety regulations."
"Ok then, I'll have Mary contact you and set up something."
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