Back in the early 1970's all of the kids in my neighborhood played in a ravine we called Tarzan's Hole. We called it that because of all the wild vegetation that grew there. It looked like a set out of a Johnny Weissmuller film. None of us were supposed to play there because it was dangerous and a favorite spot for tramps to set up camp in warm weather months. But our parents warnings never stopped us.
I was about eight years old and in the Third Grade. It was high summer and school had been out for about a month. I woke up to an absolutely perfect July morning one Saturday and jumped on my Schwinn Pea Picker with it's sissy bar and banana seat. I rode around the neighborhood a couple of times but it was still pretty early and not much was happening yet, so I decided to head down to Tarzan's Hole.
To get there I had to bike past the houses of all my friends and neighbors and around an abandoned industrial warehouse area. Those big old warehouses always scared the living shit out of me. There were all kinds of rumors about them being haunted and worse. After the warehouses came the Union Pacific Rail Yards. On the far side of all those tracks, Tarzan's Hole.
A lot of kids biked down the ravine. I was still a little young for that and not very brave, so I hopped off my Schwinn and slowly made my way down amongst the Oleanders, stinging nettles, Buckbrush and Lilacs. About halfway down I heard voices. Immediately recognizing my older brother Jake and his best friend Rich, I laid my bike down and crept closer on foot. They never liked younger kids hanging around with them because they snitched cigarettes and beer and sometimes had marijuana. They were always afraid we'd rat them out. No doubt if I was found out, they'd chase me back home. So I made sure to be as quiet as possible.
I squatted behind a bush and peered through at them both, sitting on a couple of plastic milk crates. They both had their shirts off and we're playing cards. My brother was oldest by about a year. He was nearly fifteen and leanly muscled. He didn't play sports and barely went to school at all. He was what my teacher's called a juvenile delinquent, and so was Rich. They both had police records a mile long already. Jake had a crudely drawn homemade tattoo on his left bicep (a childish looking dragon) and a Menthol Kool dangling from his lips. His hair was long and thick and dark brown, the bangs dangled in front of his hazel eyes. Rich was skinny as a rail and pale with a legion of freckles splashed across his face, neck and shoulders. His hair was bright red and his eyes a dull brown. He looked like a moron. And truth to known, he was a moron. He came from a family of poor white trailer trash. He stuttered when he spoke. I didn't like him, but he was Jake's best friend and the two were never far apart.
It wasn't so odd that they'd be down here in Tarzan's Hole on a Saturday playing cards and smoking cigs they stole from my step-dad (me and Jake's step-dad was the only person I knew who smoked menthol Kools). What was odd was that sitting beside Jake was our cousin Dawn and sitting beside Rich was Rich's little sister Margaret.
Dawn was my age. Blonde with bright blue eyes. Margaret was a couple of years younger, with her family's bright red hair, freckles, pale skin and dull witless eyes. Everybody called her Mouse on account of how small she was.
"Whatcha got?," Jake asked and blew out a cloud of smoke.
Rich made a face and tossed his cards on the dirt "Wuh wuh one pair." he stuttered. "nuh nuh nines."
Jake laughed. "Two pair! Queens and eights."
"Fuh uh fuck it," Rich spat. "I suh suh suck at this tuh today."
"You suck at poker everyday," Jake shot back. He reached down and unzipped the fly on his jeans.
"What the heck," I thought. Was he gonne pee right there in front of the girls? Gross....
Margaret looked up at her brother and he pushed her forward, off her edge of the milk crate. She walked over to Jake and got on her knees there on the bare dirt and reached into his open fly and pulled his thing out. My eyes widened. In a second she had opened her mouth and started sucking Jake's dick, her head bobbing up and down, up and down. Jake smiled and blew smoke and placed one hand on the back of her head.
She sucked him off for about a minute, then got up and walked back to her seat beside her brother. Jake pushed his erect penis back into his dirty jeans and zipped up.
"Another hand?" He asked.
"Shu shu sure," Rich said. "I huh huh haven't even guh got to have my duh dick sucked yet. You shu sure she wuh won't suh suh say anything?"
Jake looked at Dawn and snorted. "She won't say a fucking thing. She's been sucking my dick for a year or two now. I take care of the brat, don't I cuz?" he nudged her, Dawn grinned.
"I pay the little shitbag a dollar a week and buy her ice cream," he went on. "She ever says anything all that stops and I kick her ass up onto the back of her neck."
Rich grinned. His teeth were rotten. Green.
"How about Mousie?," Jake asked.
"Luh little late tuh tuh," Rich grimaced and took a breath, then slowly "to be ah asking. Buh but, she won't say nuh nothing."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They wouldn't just chase me home for this, I realized. They'd beat the shit out of me if discovered. I considered quietly leaving right then, but I couldn't tear myself away. I remained hidden and kept watching.
Jake scooped up the cards and tossed them to Rich. Rich shuffled them sloppily and I smirked. I could shuffle better than that. He dealt the cards and the hand played out. Jake one again, Rich's face turned a deep plum color. "Wuh wuh well I'll juh just be duh damned!". His stuttering always got worse when he was frustrated.
Jake laughed. Margaret got up and walked over to Jake and started sucking his cock again. This time Jake flicked the shoulder straps of her grimy blue dress down and exposed her flat chest and pale belly.
"She's gonna have nice tits one of these days," he said and then he made a grunting sound and Margaret gagged and jerked away from him, spitting out a wad of thick white gunk. Rich burst out laughing and so did Jake after a moment.
"Duh don't you nuh know that's good for you," Rich told her. "It's vuh vitamins!"
Margaret wretched and stared at him. "If'n you think it's so good why dont you go and get some!"
Rich only laughed harder.
Jake zipped back up. "Well I won," he said.
"Aww muh man," Rich whined. "I duh didn't get to..."
Jake shrugged. "You know the rules man. When someone cums, game over. Isn't my fault you lost all the hands. I didn't cheat, you even dealt most of the time."
"Juh just tell her to do muh me," he nodded at Dawn.
Jake sighed. "Dawn, get him off ok? I'll give you your dollar for next week early."
Dawn stood up. "You mean I get two dollars today?"
Jake nodded. "Yeah sure, but you got to do me too later tonight like always."
"Ok!," she went over to Rich and he quickly yanked down his filthy jeans, exposing a short, thin prick with an almost purple head. Dawn did what she was told to do. Unlike Mouse, when Rich came, Dawn didn't budge. She took it all and swallowed.
"Duh damn," Rich grinned his rotten smile. "Shu she's good!"
"She's had a lot of practice," Jake smiled back, patting his crotch. "Let's get the fuck out of here before my brother and that little nigger friend of his come down here to play."
I stayed hidden as they and the girls walked out of the ravine the opposite direction.
That was thirty-eight years ago. Before this moment I never told a soul what I saw that day.
Rich died two years later in the summer of '76. He drown at Avocado Lake while he and his family were camping out there. My brother Jake grew up to be a repeat felon, spending time in various California state institutions on drug and burglary charges. He died in prison in the early 1990s of gastric cancer. Margaret became a Welfare mother. She lives in our old neighborhood to this day, now a grandmother with more kids and grandkids than I can recall (most of them poor white trash with drug addictions and police records). Dawn moved away with her dad when she was fourteen. I never saw her again. Though I hear she's married now with 2 adult children of her own and living in Idaho.