Part Two

Laurel and I covered the remaining distance to Keane's barn in about three minutes of hard, flat out running. It felt as if we'd been running for an hour. Behind us, Mustache and Baldy finally recognized the Keane place and decided Laurel and I just weren't worth it and broke off.
As Laurel and I banged into the back of the barn and sagged there gasping and staring out into the dark, trying to see our pursuers we heard a few choice Spanish expletives and then "We'll be seein' you around white boy. You and your bitch."
Keane's dogs started barking and the back porch light flicked on at the house, about 30 yards away.
"Keane," I wheezed. "We've got... got to hide inside the barn."
Laurel nodded and we snuck around to the front as quickly as we could and slipped into the barn's pitch black interior just as we heard the door of the house bang open and Keane step out onto the porch.
"Who da fuck's on my property??" He challenged. "I'll blow your damned asses to hell!"
He racked his shotgun and fired a shot into the sky. His dogs continued barking.
In the barn I grabbed Laurel's wrist and guided her in the dark to a ladder that led up to the loft. I gently pushed her forward until she could feel it and she climbed, with me behind her. At the top we crawled onto a mound of sweet smelling hay and kept moving until we hit the wall.
The barn door opened and we could hear Keane's raspy breathing. A weak flashlight beam played across the walls. Laurel stiffened and I wrapped my arms around her protectively.
Old man Keane must have walked around the barn floor for a good five or ten minutes, sniffing around. Finally he hawked and spat and then left, closing the door behind him.
Laurel and I remained stock still, then she relaxed slightly.
"Uh, cuz??" she whispered.
"Yeah??"
& quot;You can let go of my tits now," she said.
"Huh??" I blinked and then noticed that both my hands were cupped around Laurel's big breasts. I squeezed gently, one thumb slipped past a nipple.
"Oh shit," I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
But I didn't let go. I simple squeezed them again, gently.
Laurel giggled. "You like my tits, don't you??"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"It's ok," she whispered. "You can feel them if you want."
I squeezed them again, a little more firmly this time. My cock grew rock hard in my pants and I pressed up against Laurel from behind.
She reached up and pulled the bottom edge of her tube top up, allowing her breasts to hang free. I ran my hands over the warm pale flesh and played with her hardening nipples.
"You ever played with a girl's tits before??" she asked.
"None as nice as yours," I told her. And it was the truth. Before Laurel the best I'd had were the hard little knots on the chest of my girlfriend in 6th grade, four years earlier. And I'd only felt those through her shirt. I'd never touched an actual boob before.
"Your hard," she giggled.
I didn't reply. I just leaned forward and kissed her neck, continuing to squeeze and fondle her breasts.
"Let's do this right," Laurel said and moved away, so she could stretch out on the hay. Then she patted a spot beside her. I crawled over and lay a little on top of her. We started kissing. It was apparent she was far more experienced than me when it came to sex, so I let her take the lead.
We kissed and then I slowly moved down to her breasts where I sucked and licked her breasts and their fat pink nipples like a babe suckling its mother. She ran a hand through my hair and sighed softly. Finally, she unzipped her shorts and slid them off. She wasn't wearing any panties beneath. I ran a hand over the tuft of golden blonde pubes between her legs.
"Take off your pants," she told me. I slid them and my tidy whities off. My cock sprang out, rigid and ready for duty. Laurel lay flat on her back with her legs spread wide. Her ass was so round it looked as if she was sitting on a cushion of pale white flesh. My cock throbbed.
"I wanna fuck you in the ass," I said.
She laughed softly. "I'll let you baby, just not now. We need something to slick you up for that so it don't hurt me. For now, my pussy needs attention."
I didn't argue. I climbed on top of her and slid inside her warm, wet hole. The sensation was indescribable. It's just one of those things that those of us who have experienced it, immediately recall and those who haven't, well no words could do it justice. We lay there and slowly grinded in the dark. She clamped her teeth shut, but still let little gasps and moans escape. I could feel her hips working with my own, pacing me, matching my rhythm stroke for stroke. Even after I came, I kept fucking her nice and slow, sucking on the flesh of her neck and refusing to give up the moment. But finally we both rolled away and dressed ourselves.
That was when we heard it.
There was a deep nasally breathing coming from the opposite corner of the loft. Laurel immediately jumped behind me. "What's that??"
"I don't know," I whispered back.
Though the barn was pitch, our eyes had adjusted a little and we could see better than when we'd first came in, but still not well enough to make out the vaguely human shape squatting in the far corner.
It moved and there was a rattle of chain. I grabbed my pocket knife and pulled open the tiny blade.
"You better stay the fuck back," I warned, flashing the knife.
The shadow eased back into its corner and whimpered.
"Sounds like it's chained up," Laurel said.
"Yeah," I replied. "I think... I think that's Keane's kid."
"I wanna go home," Laurel said.
"Me too," I agreed.
The man shape in the corner made a low guttural sound, and arched up, seeming to stiffen. And that's when we realized it had been watching us have sex, and had been jerking off to it. It was climaxing.
"Oh gross," Laurel gagged. "I'm leaving now. I don't care about Keane or his shotgun or those guys."
I watched her start down the ladder and I folded my knife and followed after her.
Outside we decided to take a long route home, right through Keane's alfalfa. When we got back, everyone was asleep already and so Laurel walked back to the shed where I'd been sleeping (after giving my aunt and uncle my bedroom). We shared another joint and she gave me a blowjob, then said goodnight and went into the house to sleep.

Laurel ended up staying with us for over a year, during which she became pregnant and both of our parents decided the best thing to do was to just let her and I get married. Which we did (a few months shy of our 18th birthdays - with parental permission).
I eventually got a job as a mechanic at a garage and Laurel and I had three kids (a girl and two boys) together, before splitting up in our early 30's. She's married to a trucker now and living in Idaho, and they've had a couple kids of their own. I'm married to a pretty Mexican lady (funny enough, the little sister of Fatso, one of the would be "Rape Gang" from the movies that night) and now run the garage as manager. My parents are long since passed away (dad to a heart attack and mom to cancer) and my sibs are scattered all over.
But I'll never forgot that summer or that particular night. Nor how beautiful Laurel was back then. As for Keane's "mutie" kid, well after Old Man Keane died (shot by his wife) it turned out, it was all mostly true. His "wife" was his daughter and they had had a child together. A boy. But he wasn't deformed or a mutant. He had Down Syndrome and because they'd chained him and treated him like an animal his whole life, he acted like one. He lived out the rest of his life in a home. I heard he died about two-years ago. No idea whatever became of Missus Keane. Their farm got ploughed over by Sun Maid and turned into raisin vineyards. And the Sunset, it's sadly no more. A ponding basin now stands where the drive-in used to be.