Bath Night

This is a story more than a confession. It’s about growing up poor and it’s about love and it’s about sex. We grew up on a shitty little piece of land in southern Indiana. We were dirt poor. Dad went out looking for odd jobs everyday and mom cleaned houses. The responsibility to take care of our little farm fell on me and my big sister. We took care of a couple of pigs the chickens and occasionally a sick calf that dad got cheap. We had no in door plumbing just an old well with a hand pump. Now being outside all the time my sister Jane and I were always dirty. Janie was 3 years older than me. We never thought much about being dirty. It was a way of life. Dad would carry buckets of water in and mom wood heat it on the wood stove. It was a lot of work. As I remember we only took a bath about once a week. my sister didn’t start school until she was 8 years old because our parents didn’t want to lose their farm help. Finally the county made them send her They tried the same with me and only made it 2 years. When I started school I was 8 and Jane was 11.

When Jane had started school the teacher sent home a note saying that Jane had to come to school cleaner. Jane was mortified. Mom just told her she would have to carry and fix her own bath water or the county could come and do it. So every other night Jane would struggle with the water buckets so that she could be clean. I felt so bad for her that I started helping her. When I started school they sent the same note home with me. I said I already hauled enough water. So mom said come with me. Jane was in the bathtub when mom dragged me through the door. She sunk down in the water till only her head was above it. Mom told me to get undressed. I did while Jane and mom watched me. Then she said get in. So I climbed in the tub with Jane. Mom said from now on you two take a bath together. She left and me and Sissy just sat in the water. After a long time Jane said aren’t you getting out. I said you first. After a long argument Jane got out. Now I knew the difference between men and women but that nigh watching her dry off her naked body I understood. And so from then on we always took a bath together. Over the next couple of years Janes body changed drastically. I don’t remember when I first noticed she had boobs. It was like one day they were there. And one day as she climbed in the tub I noticed a funny little patch of hair between her legs. And then one day when I watched her undress and felt the stiffness between my legs. That whole bath I was hard and when I stood up to get out Jane said Lonnie you’ve got a boner. Finally got to the point where I had an erection every bath night for the whole bath.

Finally Jane told me she knew what to do. She was fourteen and had been in jr high for a couple years. She said I hear the other girls talk. She reached under the water between my legs and started pulling on my cock. I felt a tremble through my whole body and then I erupted. I told Jane that was amazing. The next bath night she did it again but this time I sat up so my Peter would be out of the water and we could watch. We laughed and laughed as the first rope of come shot way up in the air. And that became our nightly ritual. Jane would jack me off before we got out. Jane was 16 years old before we quit taking baths together. She ran off with our second cousin. She came back years later after mom and Dad were gone and we talked about what had happened. I know it was wrong but I still have fond memories about bath night.