Janna Leonard
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Wren
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GayBiLes
FF,1st time, rom.

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WREN

They say that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but I did my best to
disprove them, whoever 'they' are. My mother was a sweet woman, a bit ditzy and
pre-occupied (some would say mental) but warm-hearted and loving always. She had
three children by three different men, none of whom stuck around for the work of
raising them. I couldn't understand why she didn't make them and she said that
if a man didn't want to stay somewhere, no power on earth could keep him from
leaving. Michael is the oldest, then me, then Sissy. Mom fancies herself an
earth mother, gardening frantically to feed us.

We lived on the farm about four miles from town on land that had been in Mom's
family for generations. When Gramma finally 'went away', Mom sat us down and
talked seriously about our responsibilities to the land and each other. Michael
nodded and worked even harder, I felt as if a weight had been placed on my
shoulders, and Sissy asked if she could go play. Michael is the serious one,
grave and adult in all he does. Strong and bulky, he's tall and dark, muscular
but gentle. I'm thin, all angles and bones with frizzy hair, and Sissy is a
plump little blonde with enormous blue eyes.

There are several years between us, as if she insulated herself against further
hurt by not having us all at once with one man. I remember growing up when the
last one was around, Mom acted like a teenager, giggling and blushing with his
attention. Her belly grew and he left before Sissy was born. I understood that
she had been the same with the other two men in her life, something in her aura
that prevented a permanent connection. She kept no pictures, only remembering
their names, telling us that we'd find the truth one day. I vowed to be
different.

When I left home at 18, I was totally unprepared for the world outside the farm.
I went to Rochester and applied at the Employment office for whatever work was
available and got a room at the YWCA. Even there the girls spoke a foreign
language, laughing at my mannerisms and country ways. I'd been raised with
people who cared, animals, the earth and all it's good things, and love in it's
myriad forms. All these people cared about were material things. I lasted about
6 months and used the last of my savings to buy a bus ticket home. Walking the
last four miles, I turned down our driveway and saw Mom in the garden, naked as
usual, her droopy breasts and stretch-marked stomach burned brown by the sun.
Wordlessly I joined her in weed-pulling, getting a grunt of thanks.

After supper Mom said "Crazy place out there, Wren?" "That's so, Mom." "Well,
welcome home." I nodded and went to my shower, happy to be home but frustrated
with my failure to cope with the unknown things I had seen. I quickly resumed my
old routine of helping where I could.

A man stopped by looking for work and Mom put him to driving the tractor so
Michael could repair the fence. It was a three day job and I asked Michael if I
could go with him, I didn't like the way the man was looking at me in my
loincloth. Clothing wasn't important, and I didn't need a bra. Even Sissy ran
around naked, but she was only 11.

We fixed fence and slept in the back of the pickup as we roamed the line very
slowly, inspecting for breaks and fixing weak spots. Michael never had learned
how to cook, so I fixed his meals and washed our dishes in the creeks. Coming
back into the yard, I slipped one of Michael's shirts over my nakedness in case
he was still here. He showed up for the meal, his hair all wet and slicked back.
Mom wasn't acting all giggly, so I figured another baby wasn't coming soon. His
name was Bob and he hinted at me for permission to take me places and show me
things. "Seen what I need to, thanks just the same," I replied, earning a look
of disappointment from my mother. He took it well and didn't press. As he left
he asked Mom how many days work remained and she told him we'd see.

That evening as I showered Mom came in and sat on the pot, talking to me through
the curtain. "Don't you like him, Wren?" "I don't like the way he looks at a
person like he wants to swallow them," I replied. "Can't blame a man for looking
that way at a pretty girl, darlin'," she cooed. "Bullshit, Mom," I replied. I
came out of the shower and began drying, Mom looking at me as if I'd lost what
sense I had. "He's too young for me, I thought you might like to get to know
what a man is like," she said quietly. I snorted and continued drying myself.
"You could clean up a little, shave your legs and the like, who knows, you might
like the way he treats you." "Shave?" I asked derisively, "Shave what? I don't
have any hair under my arms or between my legs, and the little bit on my legs
isn't worth bothering with!" "Well you know, comb your hair then, maybe put a
dab of perfume on, like that," she said. "No_thank_you_Mother," I stated in as
firm a voice as I could.

She sighed and left the room as I hung up the towel, inspecting myself in the
mirror over the sink. Brown eyes, brown skin, brown frizzy hair, small brown
nipples on small brown breasts, I was plain and brown. "Turdlump!" I cried at
the mirror, going to my room. In bed I thought of what she wanted me to do. I
couldn't believe she was urging me to go with Bob, even on a date. I loved her,
but I didn't want to end up like her. Sex with that creature was out of the
question, I liked my fingers better anyway. The few times I'd let boys kiss me
had been enjoyable, but the thought of babies had kept me from going any
farther. I had a quiet come from my fingers in my nearly hairless slit and fell
asleep, wondering which person with what genes had given me that questionable
gift.

Over the summer more people stopped by, worked a few days and left, Mom paying
for their labor with meals and a place to sleep. Most were men and one was an
older woman with 2 kids. Michael and I cut the hay and baled it, filling the
haymow, along with our other crops. The sale brought us the needed cash for
supplies to see us over winter, and was welcomed by Mom. Snow hit early and
Sissy went to school on the bus each day bundled up against the cold. Michael
and I would see to the cow and come back to the house, rubbing frozen fingers.

At Christmas, I got two surprises. One was a package of frilly underwear from
Mom and the other was Jessie. The underwear got thrown in a drawer, but Jessie
had to be handled carefully. The daughter of 'an old friend from college', she
had decided to come to the country. At 26, she was tall and golden-haired with
green eyes, and she filled a dress like the designer intended. Totally
uninformed about which end of the cow the milk came from, she would stand and
shiver as I milked in the mornings. "Why don't you just go back in the house?" I
asked one frigid morning. "I like watching you work," she said. "Be better if
you helped some," I replied. "What can I do?" "Pitch some hay, muck out a stall,
anything but stand there," I said. I showed her how to use the pitchfork and
made sure she wasn't going to stab herself with it, then went back to milking.
The next few days were learning experiences for her and she got the hang of it
fairly quickly. She also quit dressing up, used a little less perfume and wore
the boots I gave her into the barns.

During one particularly bad storm she wanted to go out to check the animals and
Mom stopped her. "Can't have you getting lost too," she said. We curled up by
the fire and let it blow itself out against the old house, a process that took
several hours. The sun was shining bright as we shoveled our way out of the
house and looked at the landscape. White gleaming carpet everywhere as far as
the eye could see, one eave of the nearest barn level with the snow. Getting
Michael's snowshoes, I walked over it to the barn and let myself in the upper
doors. The calf had gotten loose and kept the cow from getting milk fever, but
her feed bin was empty. Filling it quickly, I climbed back out and returned to
the house, hanging the shoes on the wall. "A person could die out here if
they're not careful," Jessie said as we drank our coffee. "Now you know why I
wouldn't let you out," Mom replied. That seemed to sober her, and Jessie tried
harder and harder to fit in, asking interminable questions about what we did and
why.

Spring finally arrived with the rains, and we watched as the torrents spilled
off the roofs, washing the last of the snow into the creek. Everything was green
at last, the weather warmed up each day and Michael began to use the tractor. We
turned the cow out to pasture and sold the calf, adding to our bank account. I
started dressing as usual in nothing but my loincloth, causing Jessie to blush
when she saw me at breakfast. She'd quit wearing makeup and perfume, but she was
still a city girl. "No one here to see, more comfortable, why not?" I demanded
when she asked why I dressed as I did. She blushed again and left the table,
saying she was going for a walk. "She isn't used to our ways," Mom said. "How
long is she staying?" I asked. "She's most likely going to stay." Mom replied.
"Why didn't she say something to you, you're as naked as I am!" I asked,
frustrated. "Ain't me she's sweet on," Mom smiled.

The next few minutes were an education for me. I learned that Jessie preferred
the company of girls and had come to us at the end of a very bad relationship.
There had been a couple of girls at school there were rumors about, but I hadn't
been approached so they were bullshit as far as I was concerned. I knew there
were several ways to have sex, even animals were known to have same-sex
experiences. All winter long she'd slept in the bed next to mine and never said
a word. I was utterly confused. "So what do I do?" I asked. "Nothing, sweetie,
nothing.....just be yourself."

We planted the garden, all 30 acres of it, with Jessie's help. She wore shorts
and sandals, not complaining when the dirt would get everywhere. She joined us
in our nudity one day, shaking out her hair with a sigh and slipping off her
shirt. "Damn it's hot!" she exclaimed. I nodded at her and glanced at her
figure, everything mine wasn't. Firm high breasts with pink nipples adorned her
chest, auburn curls between her legs so thick I couldn't see her slit. Even her
toes were pretty. I sighed and kept digging, looking forward to my afternoon at
the creek. As we ate lunch, Mom whispered "Take her with why don't you?" I
nodded ok and finished my lunch. Nothing to be gained by making an enemy of her,
I thought.

I asked her if she wanted to come and got a squeal of delight in response. She
gathered a towel and some sunscreen, and we walked to the creek. A half-mile
from the house, Michael and I had partially dammed it several years before
because we wanted to swim. The result was a shallow pool about 30 feet across
and neck deep when I sat down. I pointed to the path and let her walk ahead of
me, enjoying the look of her butt. Snow white and firm, it jiggled with each
step, giving me a dry mouth. A total virgin and inexperienced, I wondered what I
was letting myself in for.

I waded in and dunked myself, smoothing my hair back from my eyes and washing
the dirt off. Politely refusing her offer of sunscreen, I watched as she applied
some to her body. Done with everything she could reach, she asked me to do her
back. I nodded and she rolled over, putting her butt once more in my view. I
stroked her skin with the lotion, thinking 'warm and soft', knowing I was
getting wet. Handing her the bottle, I rolled onto my stomach and cradled my
head in my arms, closing my eyes. We enjoyed the birds chirp for a few minutes
and she asked "Can I talk to you?" "Sure." "I know your Mom's told you about
me."
"Not my business, I don't pry." "I want to know if we can be friends, you never
talk to me." "Talking now," I said. "I mean about personal stuff, you know, like
do you have a boyfriend?" "Nope." "What do you do for fun?" she asked. I waved
my arms around me, looking around at the trees and the water. "Got all I need
right here." "Ever dance or roller skate, go on a date?" she asked. I shook my
head and she said "How fucking provincial!" That was one of the words the girls
at the YWCA had used, and I got angry and stood up. "If you don't like it you
can leave," I said and walked toward the house.

Supper that night was quiet, me mostly interested in the food and how quickly I
could leave the table. I brushed Sissy's hair after my shower, and was lying on
my bed reading when she came in the bedroom. "Listen, I'm sorry about what I
said today, it wasn't you, it's this place," she explained. "I miss the city,"
she said wistfully. I shrugged, dismissing her apology. She got ready for bed,
stripping out of her shorts and displaying her fanny one more time. When she'd
put on her nightie, I thought I owed her a explanation of why I'd left this
afternoon, so I told her my experiences at the Y in Rochester. She listened
without making a comment until I was finished. "That was cruel!" she exclaimed.
"What could I do," I said, "Most of what they said was true, I am who I am,
nothing can change that."

Thoughtful for a few moments, she asked "Have you ever thought of changing your
appearance, I mean in a good way?" "Like how?" I asked. "Makeup, clothes that
flatter you, like that," she said. "Never tried, Mom wanted me to do that for
Bob and I wouldn't." "You ARE pretty, you know," she smiled. Now it was my turn
to blush, feeling a drop or two seep from me. "Give me your brush a second."
Having someone else brush your hair is nice and I enjoyed the touch of her
hands, pulling and tying it back. She walked to her dresser and got a small
case, returning to the bed. "Lean this way a little," she said, opening the
case. I was transformed in the next few minutes from an ugly duckling to a swan.
I looked in the mirror she held and noticed I looked like the same old me but
different, better somehow. Softer lines, happier.

"Thank you," I said, smiling at her. Impulsively I kissed her cheek, noting she
smelled of sandalwood or musk. We both blushed in embarassment and separated a
few more inches, me mumbling "I'm sorry." "That's ok really, it was unexpected,
that's all," she said, waving her hands. A few seconds of uncomfortable silence
ensued, my mind working feverishly thinking of something to say. "Can you show
me how you did it?" I asked. Relieved I'd broken the silence, she said "Sure!"
and moved closer, sitting next to me holding the mirror up. Our thighs touched,
bare skin to bare skin, and I felt the heat of her. I wondered why my arousal
was coming now instead of 6 months previously. She showed me what she'd used on
my face and how, pointing with the brush tip and explaining as she went. It
looked like I could repeat it easily and I said thank you again. "No problem,"
she replied, getting up to replace the case. I noticed she didn't have underwear
under her nightie and I could see the back of her bush as she bent to the
drawer. "G'nite," I said as I turned off the overhead light. I was shaking,
unsure of how I felt, knowing that I had to come soon. The glint of the
nightlight in the bathroom showed her shape as she tucked herself into the
covers and said "G'nite." I rolled toward the window and cupped my sex hard,
stroking with my middle finger quickly, pinching my nipple with my other hand.
My climax was swift and sure, the knob of my clit throbbing more than usual as I
stifled my sounds in my pillow.

That night our first big summer thunderstorm hit. I woke up with the first
rumbles of thunder, looking out the window to see the distant flashes. It came
closer and closer, the rain pelting the windows making a dull roaring sound. A
giant clap of thunder shook the house, rattling the windows and waking her. She
came to my bed looking out the window and said "Wow!" Another bang was heard and
the crashing of a tree somewhere close by, the flames put out by the rain
immediately. One after another the noise continued, getting louder by the
second. I turned and saw her standing there shaking, holding her hands to her
ears, mouthing something I couldn't hear.
"What did you say?" I yelled above the thunder. "Make it stop, I can't stand any
more!" she screamed, trembling and shutting her eyes. "It's only a storm," I
said, walking to her. "Please, please," she begged, "Make it stop!" I held her
in my arms and let her shake until a vicious bang right outside the window made
her jump and she screamed again. Taking her to her bed, I crawled in with her
and covered us both, wrapping us in the quilt tightly, trying to soothe her. She
trembled and shook with each quake of sound, screaming with the louder ones,
holding my arms around her in a death grip. The storm rumbled over us a few
minutes later, gradually quieting. The inside of my elbow was under her left
breast, warm and soft. My other arm was under her, holding her shoulder. Her
right breast was pressed tightly to my chest, warming the space between mine.

She calmed and got up to pee, saying 'I'm sorry' over and over. Coming out she
looked at me with genuine fear in her eyes and asked "Sleep with me, please, I
can't handle being alone right now, please?" I went to the bathroom and looked
in the mirror, my expertly applied makeup now smeared and smudged. 'why not?' I
thought. Putting her nearest the wall and cuddling up to her butt, I pulled the
covers over us and laid a hand on her thigh. She took it and placed it on her
stomach, pressing firmly and releasing a sigh. She slept after awhile, her soft
snores the only sound in the room. I laid my head on the pillow and watched her
neck until I drifted off.

A sex dream, all the bodies mixed and tumbling in living color woke me with a
start just after dawn. I opened my eyes and checked her, grateful she was still
asleep. I got up and peed quietly, the cool of the morning making me shiver as I
returned to the bed. In my absence she had rolled to her back and lifted her
arm, pulling up the nightie and exposing her curls. I peeked, afraid to be
caught but curious. Through the mass of hair I thought I could see the lips of
her sex, dark pink ribbons splitting her slit all the way down. I gently got
into the bed and under the covers again, trying not to wake her. I pulled the
quilt only halfway though, I could see her nipple through the fabric of her
nightgown. I stared at it until I dozed off, waking again when Mom called us
"Hey, you ok up there!?" "Yes!" I yelled back, now fully awake and alert. I
shook her awake and went to brush my teeth and wash my face, knocking on Sissy's
door as I went down to breakfast.

After we ate and did chores, we went for a walk. By the pond she held me close
and kissed my cheek, saying "Thank you for last night....I've always been
terrified of storms." I kissed her back on the lips, a very quick one to be
sure, but right where I aimed. "No problem," I said, smiling at her. "Thanks for
the makeup." "You've changed," she said. "How?" "Your attitude, you would never
have done that 6 months ago." "What?" "Kissed me on the lips," she breathed. "I
like you better now," I said, holding her hips with my hands. "What changed your
mind?" she asked. "You did," I replied, "When you first got here I thought you
looked down at us, maybe thinking you were better or something." "I wasn't, I
was scared," she said. "Like last night," I said, "You showed me your human
side....don't worry, I'll be here for you if you need me." She said nothing, and
I thought I had put my foot in my mouth big time! That was as close to a
declaration of like or love or lust as I'd ever come in my life, and I worried
that she might misunderstand. I didn't want to be friends, I wanted to make love
with her.

The kiss she returned was one of the best I'd ever had. I held her waist as she
caressed my cheeks and leaned in close, closing her eyes. I tilted my head and
closed my eyes, feeling her warm lips on mine. Soft soft, no pressure or tongue
involved, a sweetheart kiss between two good friends. It grew to a lover's kiss
as I pressed my belly to hers and held her close, a moan coming from my throat.
Our tongues explored and one of her hands moved to cradle my breast, lightly
pinching my nipple. We needed privacy and I broke it off unwillingly to grab her
hand, running to the pond.

As we arrived I spun around giggling and pulled off my loincloth, baring my slit
for her. Sprawling on the grass, I held out my arms inviting her to join me. She
removed her shorts and top, getting on her hands and knees before settling down
with me, her body heat warming me inside. Kisses became frantic, little touches
of wet warmth that gave me chills. Our hands found a breast and kneaded the
firmness, the heat ever building. She kissed her way down my body and I raised
my knees, urging her to put her mouth on me. She spread my lips with two fingers
and licked lightly, testing. My knob responded by growing larger, escaping from
the hood and showing itself to her. She tongued deep into my center, licking
upward and swallowing my clit whole, rolling it with her tongue. I came quickly,
keening a cry of "Aaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee," clamping my legs around her head
as the pleasure slammed into my groin. Breathless, I humped her face and grunted
with it, holding a handful of her hair.

Long seconds later I slumped back, achy and exhausted. She raised her head and
smiled at me, asking "You like?" "My God yes!" I cried, holding out my arms to
her. She moved up and cuddled me, kissing here and there, allowing me to cool.
Happy and sated, I kissed her in return, tasting myself on her lips. We lay
sprawled together for some time, enjoying the touch of skin. I rolled to face
her and cupped her fur, touching her slit with my fingertips. Kissing her deeply
I wiggled one inside, stroking the wetness. I sucked a nipple, awed at the
crinkling of the nubby flesh inside my mouth. She tasted like she smelled,
sandalwood and jasmine with a hint of musk. I kissed her belly, swirling my
tongue over the muscles, giving her twitches and giggles. "That tickles," she
smiled. Just above her hair I paused and inhaled the earthy aroma of her sex.
"You don't have to do that, you know," she said quietly. "I know.......I want
to, please?" I asked. She nodded and I put my face between her legs, stretching
out and getting comfortable. If I had my way, I'd be here for awhile.

Her legs were spread with her knees up and I looked at the beauty before me.
She'd trimmed the hair closely in some spots, leaving it long and full in
others. I kissed the inside of her thigh a few inches from her slit, crossing to
the other side to add another. I wanted her, but her enjoyment was foremost in
my mind. The dark pink ribbons of her inner lips had parted, drops of milky
fluid glistening in her folds. Getting ever closer with my kisses, I tongued her
entrance and swallowed, the tang of her cunt heavy in my mouth. She grasped the
back of my head and said "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, more." Not wanting it to end too soon I
teased, licking between the inner and outer lips from top to bottom and back up,
avoiding any direct pressure on her clit. The little pink nubbin was barely
visible beneath it's hood and I was hoping it would grow. She got wetter and
wetter, giving me more to drink as I lapped at her. I inserted a finger just
inside and pressed upward below her clit, raising it to my view. Larger now, it
twitched and throbbed with anticipation. I licked it, then sucked it deep,
getting a low moan in response, moving my finger in circles under it. I was
going on instinct, I knew what felt good to me and was hoping she'd feel the
same.

I rolled it with my tongue, alternating sucks and licks, making her writhe and
moan beneath me. I tried to hold her still, gripping her butt in my hands, but
the joy was coming and she couldn't stop shaking. I had her clit in my mouth for
the hundredth time when the world went silent, her thighs wrapping my head in a
vise, her butt raising off the grass to meet my mouth. I managed two more deep
sucks before it disappeared and I faintly heard a scream of joy. Her stomach
muscles were hard and quivering as the waves hit her and rolled through, her
pussy suddenly very wet. With my nose on her hood, I sucked at her center,
drinking and swallowing my reward quickly, not missing a drop. I cleaned her
with my tongue and I could hear again as her knees fell apart. I heard her sigh,
a deep intake of breath followed by a a shivering release. I hoped I had done it
right.

I crawled on hands and knees to her face, lowering myself to hold her, stroking
her breasts and belly, kissing her neck. "Oh God, Wren, that was wonderful!" she
whispered. "I know," I whispered back, "Absolutely wonderful." We laid in the
afterglow, quiet and happy, touching the softness available to our reach. I got
up first and waded into the pond, splashing and rinsing myself. She joined me,
playful and grinning, splashing me and trying to dunk me. We sat on the bottom
together, hands invisible and touching each other, pinching or caressing skin as
the mood struck. We got out and shook ourselves, letting the sun dry our bodies.
Hand in hand on the way back to the house, Jessie asked "What will your Mom
say?" "I don't know," I replied, "And I don't care."

We were changed from that day forward, and Mom knew without being told what had
happened. I made Jessie a loincloth like mine, the tears swelling in her eyes as
she accepted my gift. She wore it constantly, affording me the view of her
pretty butt and bush as she worked in the garden or house. We enjoyed each other
everywhere we could, nighttimes being the best. Snuggled deep in the bed we'd
begin with a few kisses, and let it progress as it would from there. People
still came and went and we ignored them all, happy in the knowledge that we were
together. Mom tried again to get me to date a man, but I refused, telling her I
had what I wanted.

Michael took over running the farm, marrying a local girl and building his house
on the other side of the creek. Mom will be a Grandma soon, too. Sissy has grown
up and left, she writes postcards from time to time wishing us well. Mom sits
and rocks, the gray in her hair and the ache in her bones preventing her from
doing more than helping us with our garden each year. The local people accept
what we've become and buy our produce each Saturday from the back of the pickup,
smiling their encouragement as they hand us their money. I don't care what
'they' say, home is best.