It was 1944 and I was 15 years old. Yes that means I'm 84. My great grandkids are always amazed that I know how to use all these new fangled high tech gizmos. They think Papa is too old for the internet. But what they don't know is that I was using computers in the navy before most people heard of computers. I was using the internet before anyone knew it existed either, that was back when we used modulater/demodulaters with two rubber cups that you put your telephone receiver into back when they communicated with other computers on the internet with beeps and chirps.

Like I said, it was 1944 and I was 15. We lived on a farm out in what most people would call the sticks but back then most of the country was the sticks. We had 36 acres and until my Dad and uncle went off to the war we had a working farm. Dad and my uncle sent back their army pay and I had a job, full time in the summer and part time during school year. My mom took in laundry and did alterations and we still sold vegetagles whenn in season. But the farm was not quite fully operational without my Dad and uncle. The farm really needed at least four adults and certainly could not run with one teen and my Mom so it kind of got run down for the most part except for that part that we could care for. We cultivated about 3 acres of vegetables and had one milk cow and about 40 hens, two roosters and three sheep that we kept for a small amount of wool and as soon as one lamb was born we would slaughter one of the others and have lamb. We ate well and bartered with neighbors and friends who also owned small family farms.

One day the summer of 44 our neighbor drove down to visit us with her 7 year old daughter in tow. She had been friends with our family and her husband was in Europe fighting Germans like my Dad and uncle. She had an old Ford truck like we had but my mom didn't know how to drive and I was too young though occasionally I drove it when the weather was too bad to walk. So Mildred would frequently give us rides into town, especially to church on Sundays. We all became quite friendly over time. She asked my mom if it would be OK if I babysat her kid and and took care of her animals while she took off for a couple of days. Her aunt had just passed away and it was Friday afternoon and I had just got home from my job at the factory (they let 15 year old kids work in factories in those days). I was a little tired but I agreed to it and she drove me back with a suitcase of a change of clothes and toothbrush and we all got back to Mildred and Annie's farm in a few minutes.

An hour later Annie and I were alone. I fixed her dinner and we ate and then she wanted to go out and play in what little sunlight there was left.

A while later I heard a blood curdling scream.

I ran out to see what happened. Annie was laying on the ground her legs still straddling the frame of the bicycle. It was a boy's bike and between the tears she said that she had just hit a bump and bounced off the seat and onto the frame and it hurt so badly that she keeled right over. She had scrapes and bruises all over so I picked her up gently and carried her inside.

Now in those days many people didn't have telephones. We had one, we had a party line which means that several people shared the same telephone line and when you wanted to make a call you picked up the phone and listened to see if anyone was on the phone and if nobody was you would make your call if it was local. If it wasn't you'd dial zero and the operator would come on. You'd tell them who you were and they would write down your name and then keep track of how long the call was and then you'd get billed for it. When you got a call you knew it was for you by the pattern of the ring. We were three short rings then a pause then it would repeat. Mildred didn't have a phone. They didn't do quite as well as we did so they couldn't afford some of the things we had, for example we had not one but two indoor bathrooms which was nearly unheard of but our farm had been in our family paid for, for three hundred years and Mildred had a mortgage.

So like I said, Mildred didn't have a phone. And she had the truck, and it was 7 miles into town and 2 miles to my house and all I had was a bicycle and so it was entirely up to me to take care of whatever might happen and so this meant I had to figure out what to do about poor little Annie's injuries. I checked her out as carefully as I could trying not to be rude. Her injuries were mostly between her legs. She had been wearing dungarees which had become popular recently what with Rosy the Rivetor plastered all over town on posters. So a lot of girls stopped wearing dresses and started to wear dungarees, plaid shirts, braids and even boots. Every little girl wanted to be like Rosie. Annie stood there in her dungarees and all I could think of was to take off her dungarees and look for damage. But how do you tell a seven year old girl to strip half naked in front of a 15 year old boy?? even today that might be seen as inapropriate. It was far more so in 1944. Yes true people didn't think about things like being politically correct. But what people did think about was that men did not under any circumstance look at a woman's private parts unless they were their doctor, husband or father and even then only under the most appropriate circumstances. This was totally new territory for me. First I had never seen a naked girl. My mom was very modest as was my 12 year old sister. I had never so much as seen my mom's knees before and not much above my sister's knees nor in fact had I a lot of interest in either. There was a pretty red headed 13 year old girl that I was interested in named Rebbecca O'Neil but we had not gotten past the talking stage nor her Dad's shotgun.

So I was in a quandry when Annie pretty much settled the matter by saying "Jack, could you take my dungarees off my legs ache too much??"

OK so much for brooching the topic of examining her. I would be able to plainly see the damage now and she clearly wasn't shy, at least not like my sister or Mom were.

So I undid her dungarees and pulled them down and helped her out of them and that is when I saw the abrassions and bruises. She had hurt herself pretty badly (for a 7 year old delicate girl of 1944) and I was on the verge of tears imagining what she must be feeling about then. So the only thing that I could think of that might soothe her wounds were to wash them and perhaps let Annie soak in a tub.

Now her family didn't have a modern bathroom like we had. she had a bathroom but it was basically a bare room off the kitchen that had an old galvenized steel tub, a bench, a windo and a water pump with a sink and a drain. Some houses didn't have indoor toilets though her's did but it was in a room off the breazeway that connected the house with the barn. In that there were two toilets side by side with a thin partition seperating them in case a guy and girl both had to go at the same time. You would pump a bucket full of water from either the kitchen or the bathroom then carry it through the house and out to the toilet and set it down. When you were done you would dump the water into the toilet to flush it. Little kids would have a struggle with it so often parents would leave a bucket of water near the toilets for their kids. I felt so lucky that my grandfather had put in not one but two modern bathrooms back in the 20s.


So I pumped some water into the tub until it was about 6 inches deep then filled a couple of pots with water and put them on the stove (they did not have hot running water) and waited until they came to a boil then added them to the tube while Annie just laid down on the bench and waited obviously misserable. Once that was done I told her to hop in the tube and soak a while and I would be by later with some fresh hot water to refresh the water temperature with.

But she surprised me when she said it hurt too much and would I help her take off the rest of her clothes and get into the tub.

Well as I said, in those days we were all a lot more modest even on a farm. So I was actually embarassed that she would ask that but chalked it up to childhood innocense. I told her that that would be wrong of me to see her naked and she sugested I close my eyes and just feel her and I said that might actually be even worse. I know that my sister was pretty adament about taking her own bathes without help by about age 5 and this girl was two years older and then some but seemed much less concerned about being seen naked by a 15 year old boy. So I gave in to her sugestions reluctantly and helped her take off her shirt and undershirt then undid the buttons on her panties (many girls wore panties that had buttons in those days unlike today when everyone has an elastic waistband) and pulled them down and took off her socks and lifted her up naked (taking note of the way she looked since I had never seen a naked girl before) and gently lowered her into the warm bath. She imediately told me that she felt better just from the water and I noticed at that point just how bad some of her bruises and marks were. I particularly noticed how red and puffy her pussy lips were and there was a dark brown bruise on one of her pussy lips. She must have hit that bicycle bar awfully hard. I don't know why they make boys bikes with a bar accross like that because it is even more dangerous for boys to land that way and I can tell you that form experience but that is another story.

I left her alone to go warm up some more water to have it ready and took it to the doorway and left it there and was on my way to the parlor to sit down and read for a while when she called out my name.

She asked me if I could wash her.

I should have stopped being shocked by this point but I wasn't. I had never bathed a child before not counting myself starting around the same age as my sister started. It was unheard of for a teenaged boy to bathe a female child regardless. It just wasn't done but she pointed out that I was the only one available and she ached too much to do it herself and I felt sorry for her and went in to wash her.

I soaped up my hands and was as gentle as I could be and washed everywhere except her most private places. I got the shampoo and washed her long dark brown hair and then rinsed it off with a dipper full of freshly warmed water. Then I stood her up and rinsed the rest of her same way when she pointed out that I had missed a couple of places. I asked if she wasn't strong enough to wash those particular very small places and she begged me to do it so I relented and took some more soap in my hands and proceeded to wash first that cute little bumb and then her damaged bare little pussy though just the ouside and she insisted I slip a soapy finger just inside her slit in the interest of being thorough. I complied with her request and hoped I was not going to hell for touching a little girl down there.

After I finished rinsing her off I toweled her dry and carried her up to her bedroom and found a night gown for her to wear and tucked her in. I got her a glass of milk, some water and a couple of cookies which I hoped might cheer her up a bit and then I read her some fairy tales from her meager library.

When I was done I leaned down and kissed her forehead knowing that in a few minutes I was going to be in her mother's bed holding a pair of Annies underwear to my face while jerking myself off.

Except I didn't get that far.

"Jack??"

"what is it??"

"It still hurts"

"I know I am sorry but if you can manage to get some sleep it will be at least a little better when you wake up tomorow"

"could you, could you kiss it and make it better??"

I was not expecting that but then I wasn't expecting any of what happened that evening

"please??"

So I kneld down at her bed and she pulled back the covers and I kissed the first bruise just above the knee hoping that would be sufficent but it wasn't. She started to point out one bruise and mark after another pulling up her night gown as she went until she had it pulled all the way up her waist and had her legs spread showing me her naked self from the waist down and I had a raging boner. what I wanted to do at that moment was take my dick out and shove it inside her and rape the hell out of her. What I did was tenderly kiss one bruise after another until I found myself staring right into her little hairless virgin seven year old innocent bruised pussy. She said "one more to go" pointing at that last bruise.

What could I do?? I leaned in and kissed her bruised pussy with as much gentle tenderness as I could muster up and caught a whiff of her musky little girl scent and right then and there I was turned. I went from being what I think most people would call a fairly respectable good kid to being a demon posessed psychopath. I looked into her eyes, she was smiling, I took ahold of her little bumb cheaks and spread them just a little, she said not a word but kept smiling, I looked down and took a lick, a long lick from the bottom of the slit to the top and over her mound and she just said two words "feels good"

Well that did it for me. I just went to town like a puppy licking food from a bowl. she gasped and made funny little squeeky noises and threw in a few more "feels-good's" and I just wanted to devour her. I was still careful to be gentle. I still wanted to rape her but I maintained that ballance of half-way between criminal and obedient pussy lapping slave.

I didn't stop until I was certain she was well into her night's sleep.

I went to bed and fell right to sleep forgetting to jerk off.

I woke up to find Annie asleep cuddled up next to me with her nightie hiked up above her hips and one of my arms around her. I don't remember her getting into bed with me but if felt nice.

Well the weekend passed with no further incident. I was extremely worried that Annie woudl tell her mom what I had done but she never did.

A couple of weeks later Mildred dropped Annie off for a few hours and asked if I would watch her. I agreed to and was in fact quite happy to do so. AFter she helped me with my chores (on a farm you always have chores) and then we played a game of checkers while my Mom fixed dinner. In the middle of dinner we got a call from Mildred. She was in town and said she would not be back until the next afternoon and asked if it would be OK for me to watch Annie until then. I agreed but was worried that her animals would not get fed.

Now came the problem of sleep arangement. Not much of a problem really. Though my mom didn't like kids sleeping with her, just ask my sister, and my sister didn't like little kids sleeping with her either, just ask my sister we still had my uncle's bedroom but Annie asked if she could sleep with me. I said no that was not appropriate but my mother heard this exchange and said that would be adorable seeing the two of us asleep together. What an odd thing for my mother to suggest I thought but since the matter was settled and Annie damn near caused an earthquake with her jumping up and down for joy I got her ready for bed and tucked her into mine. I still had some old children's books from my childhood and read a few stories to her and was about to turn in myself when Annie asked if I would please brush her hair. She said her Mom usually does it in the evening then again in the morning. So she got out her brush and handed it to me and I sat there on the bed and brushed her beautiful silky brown hair and got kind of gurned on touching it. When I finished I was going to tuck her in again when she said the most surprising thing.

"Jack, would you kiss my pee pee and make it better again??"

"Aren't you better already?? It's been a couple of weeks you should have healed up by now"

But I guess I didn't say it with much conviction and the truth is I really wanted to lick her all night.

"No I hurt myself again"

So I pulled up her nightie taking note of the fact there were no bruises and only the slightest hint that she had been skinned on her thigh but not wanted to disapoint Annie I leaned in and just skipped the pretending and went right to licking her.

"feels good"

I licked her for at least an hour and quit only when my tongue got too tired to go on but I noticed she had drifted off to sleep so I joined my little molestation victim. I wrapped my arms around her protectively and fell asleep.

I baby sat Annie every two or three weeks from a couple of hours to a few days at a time from that point on until I graduated high school. Each and every time I kissed away her boo boos and every time she told me it felt good.

The war ended before I had a chance to pitch in and do my part. I went off to college and got a degree in accounting, returning every break and spent a lot of time watching Annie evolve into a beautiful woman. I also spent every possible second licking her.

The Korean war came and so I signed up for the Navy to avoid being drafted into the army and being sent to Korea only I ended up going anyways and being injured and sent home after about a year.

When I got home I was 23 and Annie was 15 and she asked me out and I was surprized when her Mom gave her blessings. The next year we married and I licked away her boo boos every single day of our marriage right up until the day she died of cancer at the age of 66. She tasted as sweet then as she did at seven.