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The mayor, had been the junior high Football coach for 12 years and the Highschool team was first or second in the state every year since. He was tough on the 12 year old Boys, yet they loved and respected him without question. My brother had made the 6th grade team (tryouts the last week of 5th grade)at tackel, so all summer long I was the practice dummy and play coach.Dad had us chopping the weeds out of 56 acres of cotton, and 35 acres of soy beans, by hand.
His words were “If you two are gona be fuckin’off playin ball and Cheerleadin’ next fall then you’ll give me a full mans work this summer”. We hit it every morning at 4:30 am. I would shake him until
he hit at me. Whereupon I’d throw a glass of water at him, trying not to hit him,just get him to chasing me. I wore a pink tee shirt, from the Teddy Bear chaple day camp, as my nighty. On wash day I wore an old harly sleveless from dads biker days before Mom nailed him down to the farm.Suddenly, over a weeks period, I couldn’t wear the Pink without feeling bound,it streched so tight across my breast tips. I knew Evan was noticing too. But ,this morning was going to be harder to get up than normal cause dad took us to the Drive in movies the night before and we didn’t get in bed till 1:00. I krept past dads room with my water in my hand ready for the battle, I steped into the small cubicle,held the water up real high, I was on my tippy toes. I noticed in his mirror, that standing that way my naked lower parts were shining everyone looking. Suddenly the water was down my chest and belly,I was laying on the bed with Evan sitting on my thighs, holding my hands, locked together over my head.I started to cryout but he put his forehead on my mouth untill we both laughed “Can’t you just once, wake me with a kiss or a sweat voice?”
“UKIYE! your a boy, and my brother” He still kissed me and I tried to resist, but, then for some unknown reason I opened up my lips and enjoyed it with him. His penis jumped between us so fast he jumped off me.Running, with it flagging high in front of his navel, right out the back door. I watched him step into a set of bib overalls from the DEW damp clothes on the line, grab his hoe and march off to the Soybean patch in the dark pink of dawn.
Evan was in such a hurry he didn’t eat any breakfast nor take his water jug and sandwich that I had fixed for us the night before. So, I stepped into my bibs grabed a kraft bag and loaded it with goodies filled the two gallon water jugs and set out for the patch close behind him. I could see weeds flying high in the glow of first sun as he chopped like a madman down the row away from me. I sat the sack on the old Chevy van that we used for going field to field and to jump into when a shower came up,Which looked very possible today.
He stayed out of voice range for an hour and a half, then he had to come to the water jug and grabbed a sandwitch and headed off again. “Thank you EVEiY for the Grub!” he yelled to me, six rows away.I highsigned him ,before pointing out a thunderhead comming our way fast from the north. He grabbed the grub and a jug as he headded to the Van waving me in too.
I hit the pre-open door, only after gitting hit by several Dime sized hail stones. A gallon of cold rain driven by fierce wind had soaked my clothing. We laughed histerically for a few moments as the windows fogged over.Still, the hail hammered so hard we couldn’t hear our selves squeling and giggling. He offered me a shop towel from the back and a ragged pair of dads bibs out of the grease rags bundle.

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