Kris and Kat, The Swensen Girls

Kris and Kat, The Swensen Girls
June 1962
“Hi, Don! Kris wasn’t expecting you until 6 or 7 this evening. She and Mom just left for some shopping. I doubt they’ll be back for three or four hours. C’mon in.”
I explained that we had finished a huge project early, so I was able to make the trip sooner. I asked Kat if I could hit their bathroom; I had just driven a little over a hundred miles and needed to pee, really badly.

Once the deed was done, I stepped back into an empty living room, “Hellooo… Kat?”

“I’m back here, Donnie! Come check this out!”

She was lying, stark naked, on her bed rubbing her pretty pussy. One of the two pussies (in this family) I had busted cherries in, “Now, Katherine, you know I would love to fuck the hell out of you, but remember? We are only supposed to have sex when Kris is with us. You don’t want to make her mad, do you?”

“C’mon, Donnie… we can do this without Kris. I won’t tell. You know you want some,” she spread her legs a little wider, “and I need it bad.”
I undressed, took the condom from my back pocket and helped her with her need……..

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One year earlier, 1961

In the early 1960s, during the period of Hippies and free love, I was pretty much committed to a dating relationship with only one girl. ‘Dating relationship’ was the key words in that statement. Kristina and I were exclusive in dating, but I never hesitated to fuck my sister or one of her drunken friends she brought home… which was often.

Sis and I had been having sex for a long time before Kris moved to town. Kris’ dad was an engineer in highway construction, which was the reason her family ‘moved on’ every two or three years.

I have to hand it to Kris, she held me off for nearly four months before I finally popped her cherry. If it wasn’t for that wreck, she may have waited longer
It was particularly hot that summer. My summers were always spent on the farms in far northern Kansas. As soon as wheat harvest was over, the fields had to be prepared for planting fall wheat.

I always kept Kris informed as to where I was working. Often, I’d see her Plymouth pull up on the road; she’d bring me lunch or a fresh, 2gallon can of ice water.
Over and over, I tried to get into her panties, way out there in the country where nobody was around. She’d let me play with her tits, but not remove her bra. After a few hot kisses, I could get my hand inside her panties; but couldn’t quite get my fingers inside her cunt.
“Some day,” she would say, “but not yet.”

(My standard complaint was that I had already spent a whole quarter. Condoms (we called them ‘rubbers’ back then) came in a three pack and we always bought them from vending machines in service station restrooms… “for the prevention of disease only” of course.)

My boss had told me that if, and when, the temperature hit 104 degrees, we’d call it quits and go home for the day.
Well, although he never thought it would happen, it did. His wife came to the field, picked me up and took me into town.
I showered, picked up the phone and called Kris.

“(sniff)… Hello?… (sniff).”
“Kat? Uh… is Kris around?”
“DON! (sniff) Oh Don, finally! We’ve been trying to find you.”
“What? What’s goin’ on, Katherine?”
“Kris had a wreck. (sniff) She’s hurt bad. She’s in the hospital.”
“Okay, I’m going straight out there. Is your mom with her?”
“(sniff) Yes, can you pick me up?”
“I’ll be right there.”

I’ll, quickly, tell you a little about Katherine, Kris’ little… make that, ‘younger’ sister. Kat was only a year younger Kris but she had a rare learning disability. She had no problem, whatsoever, communicating with people of any age, but her ability to comprehend math and breakdowns of the English language was severely limited. As a result, instead of being one grade lower in school, she was going to be a nineteen year-old senior… in a fantastic body. Plain face, nice smile… fantastic body.
Since boys had the ‘I gotta have a younger girl’ stigma, none of them would ask Kat out on a date; she was two years older than most of the seniors.

Back to the story…

ICU would only let family members see Kris, so her mother told the nurse that I was her husband. We all took turns sitting in her room, holding her hand… waiting for her to wake up. Her dad had made her mother and Kat go home for some rest the next afternoon.
I had called the farmer I was working for and told him the circumstances. He was understanding and told me to take all the time I needed.

I was holding her hand when she awoke. Earl, her dad, had gone outside to smoke. I suspected he went to his pickup and took a couple nips of the vodka he always kept, too.
Kris tried to smile, but the pain of the cut on her chin stopped her, “Ouch.. What’s going on? What happened?”

Until the day she died, she never remembered the wreck, nor that first day, when she had awakened for a few minutes. Her last memory was seeing the tractor, parked. In her mind, she questioned why I wasn’t on it. She didn’t recall traveling around the entire section lines of wheat stubble, nor did she remember pulling out in front of the speeding car.

I told her about the wreck, her broken collar bones (no airbags in those days) and the many cuts she received when she was thrown through the windshield. She told me she was tired, closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

When I relieved her mom on the third day, Kris was awake, alert and in some minor pain, “This cast is driving me crazy. (It completely covered her shoulders, down to the top of her tits, and down her back to the same level) I have to put up with this damn thing for six weeks. At least I’ll get rid of it before classes start again. I need some help with something, please, honey,” she managed a slight smile, “and I don’t think you’ll mind.”

She pulled the sheet back, exposing her legs, pussy and up to her navel, “Will you put a little of that cream on this cut? They said it will numb the pain a little.”

My confined cock jumped to full attention as I gazed at the shaved pubis. It had been a necessary procedure in order to clean the cuts and stitch them up. There was a cut, about four inches long, located from the right side of her mound and angling toward her belly button. Two smaller ones were close. I happily applied the cream and, just for good measure, gave her pussy a little love pat.

“Honey, I’ll help you with that anytime you want.”

“Help me with what, the cut?… or the other?”

“Both. I’ll kiss it, too if it’ll make it feel better… the cut and the other.”

I barely got the sheet back in place when a nurse walked in, “Hi, I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Swenson. Little miss Kris hasn’t had a bath in three days. With that bulky cast, I sure could use a little help. It won’t be easy moving her around by myself.”

“Uh… you want me to help?”

“Sure, after all you are her husband.