Abby's Story Pt. 09: Complication

Ruth was right, things went fairly well with Pa. Not Get off Scott free good, but not Disowning my no-good daughter bad either. Pa was disappointed and concerned about a new mouth to feed, but he showed understanding. Heck, he was way more mad at cousin Tomas.

"Got half a mind to drive to Arkansas and introduce that shifty scoundrel to my buck gun", Pa had said.

Ma and Abby had both shot down that notion. In the end Pa had come around. He and Ma had married young, but those were different times. Ma suggested that maybe with the younger girls it was time to think about giving them the Talk earlier, and include bits like those rubber things and the pill.

Pa laughed. "Yeah, Ma, when you're right, you're right. I think the pill might just be the thing when Mary and Pauline come of age."

Little late for Abby, though.

Pa decided Abby would be grounded a month, but no extra chores. She would finish her last year of high school correspondence, which was more common than folks realize out in rural Iowa. Ma would work with Abby health-wise. Ma would help her get checkups and anything the docs might prescribe. If Abby felt under the weather Ma would hand her chores to other children. Ma would listen to her about complications and give her advice and remedies. Unfortunately, morning sickness just had to run its course. Pa would do what he could, but he was on the road over half the days of the week. Chilled trailers full of meat don't deliver themselves. But, of course, it was the Teamsters local that made sure lots of the pregnancy bills got paid, so, in that respect, Pa being on the road was doing a big part.

So, life returned to normal, or as normal as it can be for a first time pregnant teen carrying her deadbeat cousin's baby. Most of the month of the grounding Abby struggled with morning sickness off and on. A few times it laid her up half the day. Ma and Abby went to the high school and set up the correspondence program. The secretary did not ask any questions, in these parts when a family suddenly pulls their teen daughter from a year of schooling there's usually one reason. Abby got her checkup at the hospital in Centerville with the machine with the cold gel on her tummy. All good. They gave her a list of vitamins to take to avoid anemia and keep her strength up. Told her to rub lotion on her tummy, to help avoid stretch marks when she started showing. Aside from these things, Abby watched little'uns, did chores, talked to Ma, and rested. Fairly normal.

It was halfway through August when Abby first noticed her second complication. Abby was down in the kitchen cleaning, wiping tables and collecting dirty rags for the wash. It had been at least a week without morning sickness and she did not miss it one bit. She was leaned over the big oak dining table wiping away, getting it clean before a bit of polish oil, when it happened. Abby leaned over the corner to reach a scuffed spot in the middle, just a little too far, and almost fell forward onto the table. She caught herself but not before the corner nudged her right in the hood of her sex.

Two things happened simultaneously: Abby made a sound very inappropriate for the dining room and her tummy lit a bonfire inside.

Abby backed away from the table. David, Abby's scrawny, awkward little brother, looked in from the vestibule.

"You 'kay, Abby?"

Abby breathed in, shakily. She was suddenly not okay. "I'm not feeling well, Davie. Think the heat got to me. You let Ma know for me?"

"'Kay." David turned around and shouted toward the sitting room. "MA! ABBY'S NOT FEELIN' WELL!"

Abby took a moment to put down her cleaning materials before dashing upstairs. By the time she made it to her room the movement of her pants and underthings had her practically whimpering. She did not even look to see if Ray or Ruth were about. She turned into her room and shut the door, panting.

Abby had gotten used to being horny. That first month back from the reunion she had let her fingers wander the topography of her sensitive areas until she could practically map them from memory. Many times she'd come back from that steamy phone booth in quite a froth, find any excuse to get alone, and work her damp cunt to a burning climax. One time it was so bad she gave thought to finding a lonely path off the railroad tracks and taking care of herself out in full view of nature. But no, every time she was able to keep her Tempest it in, keep it contained, get alone, and then scratch the itch.

But that itch was a mosquito bump compared to this itch. Her cunt, her clit, her channel, hell, her very guts had come down with a case of the I accidentally wiped myself with poison sumac itch.

Abby tore at her clothes. Every button hole, every inch of zipper, every fold of cloth seemed designed to vex her and deny release. However, she was soon naked as a jay, her vulva bright pink, puffy, and slick. She decided to forgo getting under the covers and just plopped down on her bed, legs spread. One hand went immediately to her sex, the other to one of her breasts.

And those hands did not play gentle.

Abby pinched her nipple and clit hard. She dug fingers into her tender flesh, grasping her tit and mashing fingers against vulva and labia. Her fingers went right by slick directly to dripping wet. Abby gasped and grunted. Her Tempest flared within her but refused to release. She worked first one, then two, then three fingers into her entrance digging in and out at her channel. A pool formed under her ass cheeks and soaked into the bedspread.

"Fuck goddamned cunt fuck my whore pussy", Abby babbled obscenely.

But while the flames raged white hot through her there seemed to be no peak, just a continual savage burning knot in her center. Abby whimpered, suddenly worried if you could become so wanton you hurt yourself. She tried imagining a big thick cock stretching her, or hot seed exploding with her, or rubbing herself while watching Ray and Ruth fuck. It all just made her core hotter, the knot tighter. Abby screamed through gritted teeth, not in satisfaction this time, but in frustration.

Abby flopped back, sweaty and panting. Her sex felt rubbed raw but still burned for contact. Worse was the fire in her guts. She couldn't reach that.

An idea began to form. If she had the right thing she could reach it. Tomas could have reached it just fine, she thought, and immediately admonished herself for it, as thinking that just made the fiery knot in her guts twist. She went through a mental list. Mop or broom handle? No, splinters. Her pussy needed attention, not infection. That actually eliminated a bunch of stuff, damned old rural house! Carrot, no cucumber, no a big, fat zucchini. No, Ma would ask where the food went. Abby thrashed, angry, horny, and fit to spit. And then she looked at her hope chest and remembered something.

Couple autumns back the area got hit by a massive thunderstorm and power went down for four days. They had water, the well hand pump next to the utility shed still worked. But it was deeply overcast and getting dark earlier. By day three they had burned through every flashlight and every candle. They spent almost two days in the dark. When power came back Pa decided once was enough. He and Ray ran into town and bought wood, fasteners, and batteries. They added to this other items and worked over the next week to make every bedroom an emergency kit.

Abby sat up and opened her hope chest, moving aside a spare quilt. There it was, a pinewood box with brass hinges, a red cross painted on the front. She popped the simple hook latch and opened it. Inside were several items: a friction fold pocket knife, a small box of Band-Aids, a hand crank flashlight, a box of Ohio Blue Tip matches. Lastly, the items Abby was most interested in: five thick candles. They were beige, straight, eight inches long, two-inches through the middle, and rounded on the bottom. She grabbed one from the emergency kit and thought, Not the intended emergency, but the need is dire.

Abby closed the kit, the hope chest, and laid back crossways across her bed, her legs below the knees dangling. She took the candle and rubbed it up and down her dripping opening, making it wet. Once the end and first several inches were lubricated she angled it toward her entrance and pushed.

It slid in easily into her drooling channel and she gasped. She held the wick end in a circle made by her index and ring fingers and her thumb as she slid the candle home. She groaned in pleasure and arched, her toes curled. This was it, she needed something in there. Deep inside her something touched that fire and it roared hot.

She did not wait, Abby hungrily stroked the wax invader in and out. Every time it sunk deep she would moan or squeal. Every time it drew out she would gasp and groan. She imagined some shadowy stranger was in the room over her, taking her. All the while the knotted heat began to unfurl within her core. Spreading out in waves. Finally there was a sign of relief.

Abby came, burying the candle hard enough she nearly lost her grip. She arched her back and squealed at the ceiling, sweating and burning. Her Tempest exploded in fiery blasts from her core, to her toes, to the top of her head. Finally, the fire died down and she fell back onto the bed, her torturous need abated.

After a time she extracted the emergency candle. It was cracked through in two places. Abby sighed. Good news, after a wipe down it would still work as a candle. Bad news, Abby knew better than to risk broken candle up in there, so it got one go and was done. She hoped she would not need the other four, that she had dealt with this issue and could move on.

But deep in her core she could feel it, the fire, burning low.

That fire was her constant companion for the next week and the flame ups it cause claimed another candle. Even when she was not needing the candle, Abby noticed she was always damp, always tender. Like her body was ready morning, noon, or night for attention. And no matter how much attention she paid it was always like that. Cold showers did nothing to soak the embers. Thinking about gross things, or old things, or boring things just left her conflicted, and still smoldering. She considered asking Ruth or Ma about it, but figured it has to stop at some point.

Right?

Next week it was just as bad.

Every night Abby masturbated just to sleep fitfully. Every morning in bed or in the shower, again, just to keep it together through part of the day. At one point Abby slipped a hand under her skirt in the utility shed, unable to get back to the house, the friction of walking causing her knees to be unsteady and fluid to leak down her legs. There she was, in the gloom of a back corner, praying nobody would walk in, the air full of dust and her own musk. The hem of her skirt was clenched in her mouth, her ass leaning back against an old steamer trunk, her hand in her panties, frantically rubbing until she squealed through cloth and gritted teeth. Even then, the risk only granted a temporary respite.

Candle number three was used that night and managed to stay intact. A waxy soldier would live to see the trench another day.

The next day Abby resolved to talk to Ma about her condition. She had the chance after lunch. Mary was watching the young'ins, Ruth was away at the Tech, finalizing her last year of classes, and Ray had found a day job clearing deadfall from Farmer Douglas's fallow field. That left Abby and Ma alone cleaning up and doing dishes. Standing over the sink, scrubbing plates, hands covered in Lux lather, Abby broached the subject in a round-about way.

"So, morning sickness seems to have passed, Ma", she started.

Ma put her hand over her stomach. "Oh, thank goodness. Seeing you go through it made my own memories of it just a tad close for comfort."

Abby continued, "But I wonder if I got a different complication now."

"Lots of little things hit you when you got one growing in you, what specifically?"

Abby put down the plate and looked out the kitchen window at the sun-dappled yard. "It's.... embarrassing, Ma."

"Incontinence?"

Abby turned around, facing Ma. "No. But that said, hope that doesn't happen."

Ma tapped her foot to the floor. "I've been through this six times, nothing you can say will surprise me. Just you and me, Abby, spill while there's daylight."

Abby took a breath in and out. "I get, like, the need, all the time. The, um, woman's need." She blushed from neck to eyes.

Ma laughed. "Case of the pregnant hornies?"

Abby nodded.

"Oh, girl, it happens. Between you and I, Pa calls it his 'favorite complication'."

"So you've had this, um, complication? What helps?" Abby held her hands over her tummy.

Me shrugged. "I had Pa. Remember when I was with Pauline and Pa came down with the flu?"

"Yeah, he took a whole week sick leave. Wait, that was-"

"I told you kids I had to tend to Pa in our room, cause of the fever. The truth, Pa was tending to me, and my fever. It was real bad that time." Ma laughed merrily at the memory. Abby tried not to think about all that entailed.

"I get that, Ma, sometimes just walking around gets unbearable. I think about walking down to Bear's Brew and throwing myself at the first male that will drop his pants."

Ma scoffed. "Don't do that, Abby. You just need something to, well-"

"Scratch the itch", Abby interjected.

"Exactly. Maybe talk to Ruthie when she gets back from the Tech tomorrow, she might know where you can get something like that. Heck, enterprising thing like her might have a couple squirreled around somewhere."

"I will, Ma."

Ma went back to wiping down the counter. "In the meantime make due. If you need privacy just go. Maybe you'll stumble on something that will work in the meantime."

"Okay, Ma."

The next morning Abby did find something, in a manner of speaking.

Abby started her day per her current routine. Having masturbated herself the night before she slept naked, just a time saver. In the morning she threw off the blanket and acknowledged that her body played early bird and awoke an hour earlier. She awoke slick, swollen, and hot. Abby knew from previous mornings that ignoring it and putting on clothes would just leave her trembling and whimpering by the time she made it downstairs. Nope. Nothing to it but to do it.

Abby was working up quite a little storm down there, all writhing electricity and thundering blood in her ears, trying to be quiet and mostly succeeding. A good daybreak orgasm was just the thing to get her through the morning. And she was building up to it quite nicely. She allowed herself a moan and arched back.

And that's when she saw her bedroom door cracked open and, through the gap, a shadowy form watching her.

Watching her and stroking itself.

Abby jumped out of bed and swung the door open. Ray stood there, slightly hunched, thick cock in his fist, but otherwise full dressed. He said nothing, but kept slowly stroking himself.

"What the fuck, Ray?" Abby said, naked as the day she was born, hand dripping with her fluids, vulva and thighs glistening.

"Uh, I, uh-" Ray babbled, eyes transfixed on her slender nudity.

"Jesus H. Christ, get in here." Abby grabbed the front of Ray's jersey and pulled him into her room and shut the door. She turned him and shoved him back onto her hope chest. Ray sat down, cock in hand.

"Abby, we shouldn't-"

"Shouldn't what? Watch me finger myself? Sorry, Ray, apparently I can't stop and neither can you." Abby was angry, but also hornier than ever. The orgasm she had been working on was now receding, but the building thunderhead on her cunt remained, angry, heavy, and electric.

Abby flopped down crossways on her bed, cunt toward Ray. "Wanna watch your little sister fuck herself?"

Ray sat silently, still stroking.

Abby got up on her elbows. "For fuck's sake, Ray, I know you like to watch, just be honest with me."

"Y-yes, Abby. I want to watch." Ray blushed.

Abby rubbed her hand down her stomach and over her mound. "Watch what? Say it."

"I want to watch you fuck yourself, Abby." Ray's blush turned scarlet.

"Okay, get naked. You wanna look at me, then I want to see all of you. Only fair."

Ray wasted zero seconds, practically ripping his way out of his shirt, shorts, and jockeys. He sat back down, cock throbbing and got it back in hand.

Abby went to work, fingering and rubbing herself. At one point she got up on an elbow to get a better view of Ray's thick erection. She was pregnant but had not actually got a good, close look at a cock. Abby liked what she saw, a thing designed for a singular purpose: to enter and fuck. A heavy male breeding tool. She needed a closer look.

Without realizing she had done it, Abby slid down off the bed and onto the floor on her knees. Her fingers continued to work her needy pussy while she leaned forward, her mouth open. Abby was looking straight at it. She could see the veins, the darker ring of foreskin, the wide rounded tip of the head. How the head flared out where it connected with the shaft. How the ring of skin nearly covered it the top of Ray's stroke and peeled back and away as he pulled at the shaft. She could see Ray's balls, tightening to the base of his cock. There was also a smell, musky, salty, and something like vinegar. He must not have washed yet this morning. The smell made Abby's cunt clench, dribble, and flare.

Ray continued to stroke but managed to stammer out, "Abbs, we shouldn't-"

Abby looked up at Ray and practically snarled. "Get over yourself. I'm not trying to marry you, Ray. I love you, you big dummy, but, right now, I love this thing more."

With that Abby grabbed Ray's cock away from him, climbed up in his lap, slim legs straddling his muscular thighs, scooted forward, lifted herself up, and dropped her weight directly onto him. She was immediately impaled by his thick meat. For Ray this was a first, every other lover had to work him in bit by bit. Abby had sunk over half the length at a go.

Abby sighed deep and shuddered. Ray grunted and gasped.

"You like to watch, Ray? Okay, watch me cum on your cock!"

Abby began working herself up and down on Ray. Ray laid back against the wall and watched, his hands rubbing Abby's thighs and hips. Within a couple of up and down cycles Ray was completely buried. Abby rose up, nearly off of him, and drove down hard. Her vulva bulged around him, swollen and almost violent where her flesh bordered Ray's. Ray was kind of amazed, Abby was slimmer and smaller that Ruth but she was taking him without pause. It was impressive.

Another rise up and slam down and Abby suddenly convulsed onto Ray shuddering, squealing through clenched teeth. Her sex pulsed around him, bearing down fiercely. Inside Abby the storm raged and broke.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" she hissed through her teeth.

Her orgasm was sudden, shocking, and quick. Abby collapsed against Ray, shuddering and gasping. After a moment she laughed. She ran her fingers over his sweaty, muscled torso.

"Oh, that was quick", said Ray, "So, we done then?"

Abby sat up. "Can you still go?"

Ray nodded. A throb inside Abby confirmed he was still solid and willing.

"Then we ain't done, brother of mine!" Abby looked around. "My thighs need a rest. Bed's too creaky."

Ray shrugged. "I can take over. Put a pillow under your head and do it on the floor. Or-"

"Better idea!" Abby leaned back and reached out and snatched a pillow. "Now pick me up and turn around."

Ray grabbed Abby's ass and stood up, keeping them connected. He turned around and spun her as she clung to him. Abby reached behind her and placed the pillow on the hope chest.

"Put my rear down on the pillow." Ray did as Abby suggested.

Abby leaned back, her head and shoulders against the wall, her ass on the pillow. Because Ray was on the shorter side, and his manhood tended to point a little down, the angle was not bad. It was not quite straight on, but if he widened his stance some he could do the deed comfortably.

Abby grabbed her knees and pulled them back and wide. "Well, get to it, Ray. Fuck me good."

Ray aimed to please. Specifically, aimed his cock forward and slightly down and began to plunge repeatedly into his little sister. Long, fierce strokes that spread her tight cunt out, that made her pert little nipples bob and jiggle when he hit bottom.

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes", Abby whined in time with the rhythm.

Ray leaned forward and braced one hand against the wall. The other hand rubbed Abby's face. Drool from her bottom lips slicked his palm, gathered, and then dripped onto one tit. He cupped her chin and made her look up.

"Watch your brother take care of you", Ray insisted.

Abby kept her eyes up, eyes glassy with passion, but her attention was on the raging force of her Tempest. It flared time with his thrusts, powerful, hot, and fiery. She felt him slap against her swollen vulva over and over, making the flesh a burning ring. His curly hair ignited her clit. Inside his swollen head hit that knot of need and plied it open. Flashes of heat poured from it and made her toes curl, her fingers dig white knuckled into her knees, and her cunt clamp greedily on his length.

Abby came again. She went to open her mouth but Ray slipped his rough, strong hand over it, stifling her cries. White hot fire exploded in her sex, in her head, in the core of her. For a moment her world was nothing but a storm of sudden violent sensation. Ray buried himself as hard as he could and released. His cock swelled and expelled blast after blast of cum into his younger sibling. He had not been with a woman in quite some time and felt that he expelled every second of pent up passion into Abby. They both crashed down from their climaxes together, breathless, damp, and entwined.

Abby waved past Ray, uttering breathless whispers. "Bed. Need bed."

Ray picked Abby up, turned around, and placed her on the bed. He pulled out his softening member and turned her lengthwise. Her cunt made little gurgle noises as it dribbled milky fluid onto her blanket.

"Want me to tuck you in, Abbs?"

Abby held and arm up to Ray. "Hold me, please. Just a little bit."

Ray went around the bed and joined Abby, spooning her from the side, and arm draped over her tummy. Abby held the arm and snuggled. They laid like that for a bit.

Abby broke the silence as the morning light into the room brightened.

"So, couldn't stop yourself from taking a peek?"

Ray sat up. "Yeah, you said you knew I liked doing that, how'd you know?"

Abby stretched, her nipples standing out from her perky tits. "Ruthie told me. Like, everything."

Ray sat for a moment. "Because she got pregnant, and now you are."

"Righto, Ray."

Ray sighed and scooted to the end of the bed turning to face Abby. Abby sat up as well, back to the headboard, cross legged, and looked at Ray.

"Actually, I've been trying to resist for over a week. You have not made it easy."

Abby held up her hands. "Me? What did I do?"

"The same thing every morning and night, Abby. And not as quietly as you think."

Abby froze, slowly lowered her hands. "Ooooooh. Oops."

"I haven't so much looked at a woman in nearly a year, and every night I got to try to sleep, or get up and start my day, and I have to hear... well, you know. I tried just taking care of it myself but after awhile-"

"-it weren't enough", Abby finished the thought.

"Yeah." Ray sat in silence.

"Same for me, Ray. This pregnancy has me at a constant state. Nothing calms it."

Ray shrugged. "So you're still in a state? Even after?" Ray motioned to the pillow on the hope chest.

"If you were ready for another tussle I wouldn't say no, but my need is better. Better than its been in a week."

Ray looked down at his drooping cock. "No, it takes me a bit to get all up. More so after a go."

Abby sucked through her teeth. "Soooooo... I think we need to talk for a bit."

Ray looked at Abby, the dribbling cleft between her legs specifically. "Just burning daylight until I'm ready again?"

Abby shook her head. "Nope. Serious talk. I think if we plan to do this again we need to be honest and agree on some rules."

Ray sighed, shoulders slumped.

"And if you want another go after", Abby motioned to her gaping, swollen sex, "I'm ready to jump on it whenever."

Later that day Abby asked Ma for a private chat. Shortly after Ma met Abby in her room, both sitting on the bed, which had recently had the blanket switched out for the quilt.

"What's going on Abby, more pregnancy issues?"

Abby smiled. "Nope, just keeping you in the loop. I did get something used of Ruthie's to help me with my complication. And it really did the trick!"

Ma laughed. "Well, you don't need to give me details, just glad you-"

"Yes I do, Ma", Abby interrupted, "because it's Ray."

Ma froze. "No no, Abigail, you can't-"

"Turns out we can. And did. And probably will again, until either of us no longer needs the help."

Ma stood up. "This is not a discussion, Abigail. If Pa finds out there's no telling what he will do!"

Abigail stood up and for a moment Ma was caught by something in her eyes. Ma and Pa had what the children sometimes called The Gotchya Look. That look that meant Ma or Pa had figured out who broke the pane or ditched their chores or just swept the mess under the icebox. They got you and it was time to shut up, sit down, and listen. Whining and arguing was only going to dig you deeper hole to fill later. Abby had that look. Suddenly Ma was not looking at her little knocked up girl, but an expecting woman, willful and fierce.

"Ma, before I caught how many woman to woman talks did we have? Total? My whole life?" Abby's look was not mean, but stern. There was stone in this girl. Under her slim youthful features, there was bedrock.

Ma sighed. "Counting the Talk? Not many."

Abby nodded. "Why?"

Ma sat back down. "I always assumed Ruth would help you. You and she were so close."

"And you were busy raising other children. Right? Young'ins take so much time and care. Am I close?"

"You're not far off, Abigail."

Abby put her hands on her tummy. "That is a part of the reason for this. Nobody listened when I had something to say. Nobody paid attention. All anybody wanted to tell me was what not to do, where not to go, things not to say. First guy comes along who let's me drink, talks nice, let's me curse and, well, I let him breed me stupid.

"Please, Ma, listen to me, talk to me now. Woman to woman."

Ma nodded and Abby sat back down.

"First thing, Ray and I aren't running around like Ruth and Ray. No childish games. We ain't in love, and he can't get me in trouble. We have needs; he helps me with mine, I help him with his. "

Ma scoffed. "Helping him how, by draining him every so often? I wash his sheets, he does it fine by himself."

Abby shook her head. "There's more to it than that."

In the morning light Abby looked at Ray. "I know all about Ruthie and I know you haven't so much as talked to another girl since she ended things. I know it was rough, and you still pine."

Ray blushed and looked at his hands. "Honestly? Yeah, it hurts. I think with Ruth I finally got somebody who saw me for me. And loved me for me. I keep thinking how things could've been."

Abby poked him with a toe. "I love you, too. But only as a brother. But if it's any comfort, I know all those things. Peeping, sneaking, the things you like, and I'm still ready to pounce you again."

Ray shrugged. "But that's just fucking."

"Right, Ray, but do you see a future with me?"

Ray shook his head.

"See, this is about now, not back then or some distant when. You need to get back in the saddle, back on the trail, hunting other does. I can help you get your swagger back and get some distance from Ruthie."

Ray nodded. "This did help, Abbs. I kinda forgot what a good fuck feels like."

"So, Ray, that's the thing we agree right now: whenever one of us no longer needs the help we're done. Thanks for being there, sis; thanks for letting me bounce on you like a bed, brother. But done is done."

Ray nodded.

Ma listened and sighed. "It's been a year and I still catch him stealing looks at Ruth. Poor heartbroken pup."

Abby took Ma's hand in her own. "And he doesn't look at me like that. He wouldn't even have wanted me if I didn't torture him for days and days, trying to take my problem in hand.

"To Ray I'll always be the little scrawny sister."

Ma clicked through her teeth. "And older brothers shouldn't be mounting their little sisters."

"Maybe you'll understand, having had this issue, that I did the mounting. He was just going to watch me but my body had other ideas."

Ma sighed. "It's why Pa came down with the flu, I was out of control." Ma shot a stern look back at Abby. "We haven't talked about Pa. He almost disowned Ray over Ruthie. He finds out about this-"

"He won't, unless you tell him."

Ma scoffed. "Man's no fool. You cavort under his roof he'll catch wind."

"Ray and Ruth got away with it for months by keeping most everything upstairs. Plus, Ray and I have actual rules, and breaking them means neither of us gets what we want."

Ma sat pondering a moment. "What rules?"

Abby held up an index finger to Ray.

"First rule: everything upstairs and behind closed doors. No mirrors, no peeking through doorways, no running naked down the halls. And especially, nothing outside."

Ray looked dejected. Abby waggled a finger at him.

"No, Raymond, you want to watch me, come in, close the door, and take a seat. Want me to watch you, I go in your room, close the door and pick a spot. Doesn't matter if it's watching, hand stuff, mouth stuff, shower stuff, fucking, whatever, doors are closed."

Ray shrugged. "Deal." He sat silent for a moment. "Only thing is from my end feels like... no, never mind."

Abby's big toe nudged him again. "Honesty, Ray. Got something to say, say it."

Ray took a deep breath in. "Feels like I'm sneaking around on Ruthie."

Abby nodded. "That's the second rule: we let the people who need to know, know. I'm going to tell Ruthie about our arrangement. Ma, too."

Ray looked shocked. "Ma? No, she'll tell Pa!"

"No she won't", Abby held up a hand, "not when I explain it. Trust me, Ray, she knows what I'm going through."

Ray nodded. "Okay. Glad it's you, I wouldn't know what to say. Make myself a damned fool."

"If Ruth or Ma knock we just say 'Abby's helping me with something' or 'We're working something out together' and they'll know to come back in a bit. We don't sneak, we don't lie." Abigail paused. "We be grown ups about it."

Ray nodded in agreement.

"Last rule: no doing anything when Pa's home", Abby continued. "We won't even be in the same room less a single stitch of clothing. No sly glances, no stolen touches, no double meanings. When Pa's home it's proper siblings. If we build up a real bad need, we each take care of it alone, or wait until he goes to fix it.

"And if one of us breaks a single rule, we can't be trusted, and we end it." Abby cut both hands through the air for emphasis.

Ray held out his hand which Abby took and shook. "It's a deal, Abby."

Ma sighed. "I do not approve, Abigail."

Abby squeezed Ma's hand. "But..."

"But, I agree. Sounds like you really thought it out. If you and Ray are upstairs I won't send the younger kids up to fetch you, only Ruth or myself. If you tell us you're otherwise engaged we'll give you some time.

"But, Abby, I got a couple rules. Non-negotiable.

"You will get caught if you let this ruin your lives. So, Ray goes to the Tech, and you keep up on schoolwork. Both of you gotta keep up your grades. Also, you both do chores and help out when needed. This is to help each other, not hurt your futures, or hurt the family.

"And you tell Ruth and I when it's over, so we don't have to tread lightly around it any more.

Those'r Ma's rules."

"Yes, Ma." Abby sat for a moment and then gave her Ma a hug. "Thanks!"

Ray looked incredulous. "How can you be sure this will work, Abbs?"

"Because we're not being dumb kids about it. Buuuut..." Abby looked at Ray's dangling meat.

"But what?"

Abby smirked. "In case Ma refuses to go along maybe we should have one more go, for the road."

Abby crawled up to Ray and placed her fingertips on his stomach. He smiled and his cock twitched.

"I've never used my little mouth on a cock before", Abby licked her lips, "and your thick thing seems to be Mount Everest in that regard, so I was thinking, I'd start with kissing and licking."

Ray leaned back and Abby let her hand drop onto him, already beginning to swell in her grip.

"And then when you're all worked up and ready I was thinking about getting on my knees on that pillow. On my hope chest. And hope that a big-cocked man would give me a good breeding." She rubbed him with a bit of pressure. "Are you just the man for the job?"

Ray chuckled. "Oh, is this filly in season? I know a stallion named Ray that the other mares seem to like just fine."

Abby giggled. She leaned forward and replaced her hand with lips and tongue.