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The World On Johanna

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A story about a pair of fraternal twins who live out in the sticks and become very close growing up. A new kid moves in near them and Kathy suddenly has a new friend to play with and Mike gets jealous when he finds out how they play together. Mike will do anything for Kathy, anything at all, but telling the new girl their secret? That takes some thinking about: And the new girl has a terrible secret of her own.

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Chapter 1Chapter 1

The word was out on Johanna and I must have heard about Saturday night's party at Scott's at least five times before lunch, each story getting even more lurid than the one before.

Johanna was one of the 'good girls' at our school. You know, one of those that were 'saving it for marriage' and that wouldn't give a guy more than a good night kiss and wouldn't let you cop a feel even over her clothes, much less let you have any bare titty. The only reason she ever got asked out was because she was so god damn gorgeous. That and the fact that every guy hopes that maybe he'd get lucky. Guys are such optimists.

Well, I knew something about her that the other guys didn't know, but then, they didn't live next door to her, nor did the have Kathy for a sister.

Kathy and I were the only two kids in our family and we didn't have any kids our age living out on the Werth Road when we were younger. Jimmy Johnson was the only other kid that lived out near where we were and he was five years older than Kathy and I, and five years is a huge age difference with kids.

Kathy and I are fraternal twins, by the way. She had mom's red hair and I got dad's rather lack luster blond mop. To look at us, you'd never think we were related, much less brother and sister. Like I said, there wasn't any other kids where we were, so we had to depend on each other for company if we didn't want to play alone. So we were much closer than any other brothers and sisters I know.

I won't go into how I had to play with her dolls if I wanted her to play catch with me, as it sounds kinda faggy. She read my Hardy Boys books and Tom Swift's and I read her Nancy Drew's. She got to be pretty fair with throwing a baseball and could bait a hook with a worm without getting squeamish about it. I found out what girls look like and she and I showed each other our fist pubic hairs when we finally got them, and she showed me how girls 'got their cookies' and I showed her how boys jacked off. We shared a lot of things that we never told anyone about, well, no one until Johanna that is.

When the weather was hot, we'd go down to the creek and take hookers, and she'd ask me about how this or that outfit looked on her and tell me that what I was going to wear looked dorky and neither one of us would take offence. Well, sometimes she'd be really grouchy and I'd know where she was in her menstrual cycle just by her attitude and go hang out by myself: no big deal.

Our dad was a traveling salesman, and no jokes, please. His territory covered five states and he frequently was gone for weeks at a time. Our mother was a nurse that worked mostly night shifts, so my sister and I grew up getting our own breakfasts, as she would get home after we left to catch the school bus and we damn well better be gone by the time she got back home from work. So not only were we playmates, we were also classmates and came to depend on each other more than most brothers and sisters did.

This had its ups and downs. As all girls do, she matured before I did sexually. I was jealous of her growing pubic hairs before I did, and that kind of is a weird thing to say about your sister, isn't it? We had been bathed together as kids and my mom, with that no nonsense about the body that all nurses seem to have, didn't worry about our comparing genitals when she walked in on us playing in the tub. She just figured that playing doctor was a part of growing up and didn't lay any guilt trips on us. So when Kathy or I was in the shower, it was all right if the other had to come in and use the john as long as we didn't flush. The house plumbing system would cut down the hot water when the cold was being diverted to the filling the toilet tank and we both had been scalded once or twice and wouldn't do it to the other. Whoever was in the shower would just flush the bowl when they got out and it was no big deal.

So why am I telling you all this? Because we told each other stuff, no matter what it was.

Johanna moved into our neighborhood when she was fifteen and my sister was overjoyed to have another girl to play with. Johanna's mom and dad had just gotten divorced and her grandfather had this house that he'd rented out for years to various people, none of whom had kids. But being family, he'd told the tenants that were there when her folks decided to break up that they would have to move because his daughter was going to need a place to stay. So out they went and we suddenly had a kid our age to play with. Or rather, my sister did. Hunky dory for her, but that left me kind of left out in the cold as far as having someone to hang out with.

The thing that finally made it okay was that I was about three months from my sixteenth birthday and that meant that I could finally get my drivers license. Getting your drivers license is a big deal in any teenagers life, but especially so in mine. My mom and dad had put aside some money for my first set of wheels, but it was a conditional loan. I'd have to get a job to pay them back for the three hundred bucks they shelled out for the old 58 Chevy.

As far as cars went, that old Chevy was a pretty cool car for the time. It had a big, gas guzzling 348 engine in it, a two speed automatic, a bit of rust over the quad head light rims that I would eventually Bondo up and repaint in a black that didn't quite match the rest of the car, but it was a two door hard top and that was really cool back in the mid sixties. For some reason, having a 'post' wasn't as neat as having a hard top when you were cruising the burger stand. Having wheels made me cool, as far as being able to get dates went. You have to understand that not having wheels and living out in the sticks made dating something of a problem and I didn't 'date' date until I was sixteen. I spent a lot of time flogging the dog, but I wasn't able to go out as I was too far out of town to get to the dances by walking or riding my bike, so I was a late bloomer. Suddenly having wheels, man, it gave my life a whole new meaning, to say the least!

Kathy and I had ridden the school bus since we were in kindergarten and this social handicap applied to her as well as me. No after school activities for us, no team sports, nothing but a few extra study halls at the end of the day to fill up our free time until the bus left to take us home. We quickly figured out in high school that if we didn't show up for the first one, our names wouldn't go on the seating assignments and nobody really cared if we skipped out on study hall, so we would have some free time and would try and get our classes so that we would have two study halls at the end of the day, which gave us some time to walk the four blocks to down town and hang out in a coffee shop, or go buy clothes, or browse the magazine rack in the drug store. Not much fun, but it was the only chance we got to do those things during the week, and we took as much advantage of it as we could.

I wound up becoming the chauffer to my sister and Johanna, as it was a lot cooler to ride to school in a car with the radio blasting out top 40 AM radio than it was to sit on a bus that meandered its way through the back roads and picked up forty or fifty kids. It meant that we could sleep in longer, which was a big plus, and Johanna's mom gave me five bucks a week for gas money, which was a pretty nice thing to do when gas was 29 cents a gallon. We could cruise around all night on two dollars worth of gas, so that was really generous of her.

I had gotten a job three days a week washing cars at one of the used car lots in town. One of my dad's classmates from high school owned the place, and I was making a dollar and thirty-five cents an hour, which was the minimum wage back then. I'd wash the used cars, vacuum them out, wax the 'new' ones that showed up and generally take and do whatever needed doing to make sure that they looked good and were ready to sell. Sometimes I would drive one over to the tire shop on the south side of town and wait while they were getting new tires and read car magazines and drool over the customized cars, or maybe I'd get lucky and find an Esquire in the stack of old magazines left in the customers waiting area. My sister and Johanna would catch the school bus home days I'd work, and when I wasn't working, we'd go hang out down town, or they and I would meet up at some prearranged place and time and drive home together. Long as we left a note for my mom and Johanna called hers to let her know where we were, we pretty much could hang out and stay in town until nine o'clock or so. I think that Johanna's mom was thankful that she was meeting new friends, as it was tough coming home and having to fix dinner at ten o'clock. Her mom had an afternoon shift as a clerk at the local pharmacy and didn't get off until nine o'clock. She ate over to our house a lot because of that, or we'd grab something in town at the burger stand.

Now, this is a lot of stuff that you have to know so you can understand how it is that I never dated Johanna, nor asked her out on a date. She was my sister's friend, and they got to be thick as thieves, as the saying went. Actually, they got to be a lot closer than that, but that is getting ahead of the story.

There was an afternoon where they caught the bus after school, when it was one of my workdays and I wasn't able to drive them home. My boss, Mr Crenshank, had a call from his wife that their hot heater had conked out and he had to go home and fix it. His sales man that was usually there had been up all night, as his wife had gone into labor at two in the morning and had finally delivered a baby boy at around eleven thirty in the morning. It was their first, and Mr Crenshank had told him to take the day off. Steve was a nice guy and his wife had some kind of problem and they were worried that she'd lose the baby. His other sales man was on vacation, so when Mrs. Crenshank called, he decided to close up the lot for the day and so I had the afternoon off unexpectedly.

Our road is paved, but when you get to the driveway, it's just dirt and old cinders from the coal-fired power plant in town. My old Chevy wasn't in bad shape, and it didn't make a whole lot of noise. I actually think I could have been driving a diesel semi that day and it wouldn't have made much difference. I came in the back door into the kitchen and could hear this kind of heavy breathing and groaning coming out of the living room, and I was curious and I went in to see what my sister was up to that she was making all this heavy breathing. I thought she might be exercising or something, y'know?

Well, I walked through the doorway between the dining room and the living room and there was Kathy with her legs up around Johanna's shoulders and her head thrown back and she had a hold of Jo's hair and was straining and her nose was flaring as she panted away. I just stopped right where I was and stared at her, or rather stared at them. She had her face all twisted up like she was in pain, her knees spread wide, her hand holding onto Johanna's head and her hips hunching up and her blouse was wide open and her bra was pushed back and Johanna was twisting one of her nipples with one hand and holding her ass with the other one. So that is what eating looks like, I remember thinking. Kathy was so into what Johanna's mouth was doing that she wouldn't have noticed if I had brought a brass band in with me. Johanna had Kathy's thighs on either side of her head, so she couldn't hear much. I could hear the way her tongue was moving in Kath's crotch, as it sounded almost like a dog slurping out of a water bowl.

Kathy started to really hunch her hips up into Jo's face faster, and started talking, saying things that didn't make much sense, the most coherent being 'god yes, eat me, eat me, ah, Christ, fuck me with that tongue, Jesus, yeah!' and similar stuff like that. Then she started to groan and kind of froze, then snorted and cried out and just kind of went nuts there for a while. All this took place in about thirty or forty seconds, maybe a little more. I'll never forget that scene, the TV on, some dumb game show or something, and Kathy's skirt up around her waist and her panties hanging off of one ankle and her blouse open and Johanna's slurping away at her crotch while the MC on the game show is asking some dumb question of the panel and they're playing that 'thinking hard' theme music and Kathy's getting eaten and Johanna takes her hand off of her nipple and grabs her ass tight and she's coming and I'm thinking, 'oh shit, I can't believe this' and Kathy's coming and coming and screams out and I just figured that maybe I should get the hell out of there while I still could and backed out of the room and then slipped out of the kitchen and out to my car and then got in and started it up. Then I heard Kathy saying, 'no, no, enough' and I sat there and thought about what I had just seen and shook my head and started to think about what I was going to do. I gave them another minute while I thought and then just got out of the car and gave the door a real heavy slam so they would hear me and took my time walking towards the house and hoped they would have heard me. I went in the back door and made as much noise as I could, tossing my books down on the kitchen table, but tossing them short so they fell on the floor. Then I went to the john and sat on the throne a while so they could have some more time to get decent.

You might wonder why I didn't just barge in and make some kind of scene, maybe got to see something sexy, right? We had a cat named Annabel Lee, who would occasionally do something really clumsy and then pretend like she hadn't done it. I'd laughed at her one time when I saw her try to jump onto the top of mom's china cabinet from the couch when we had moved the furniture around in the living room. The cushion she'd tried to jump from had absorbed most of the force of her spring and she had her claws going ninety miles an hour as she slid all the way down to the floor. I'd laughed like hell and she'd torn out of the living room and hadn't acknowledged my existence for a week. Cats don't like to be seen looking clumsy, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that my sister would feel exactly the same way if I'd caught her in the living room. If there was one person on this planet I know best, it's my sister and you can take that one to the bank, buddy.

So I gave them time to get respectable and rattled the toilet paper roll a couple of times and then flushed the john and washed my hands and then went out to say hi and tell them that Steve's wife had delivered a baby girl and I had the day off and did they want to go do something? Johanna said she had to study for a history test, so she took off and Kathy and I fixed something for dinner and after I'd studied for a while, we watched some sitcoms on the black and white TV we had and then we went to bed, just like nothing unusual had happened at all that day.

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