Hannah smiled softly as she continued to watch me.
“So, she kinda pressed closer to me, and turned her head up, parting her lips slightly and closing her eyes.”
Hannah breathed out a soft sigh. Was it my imagination, or was she leaning closer to me?
“I sorta figured it out that she wanted me to kiss her, but I had never done that before, so I still held back.”
“Boys,” Hannah whispered, and shook her head.
“What?”
“Nothing. Go ahead, what happened then?” She was leaning in closer, and her head was turned up to me.
“Once again, Lori took the lead. One of her hands slid around my waist, and the other moved up around my neck. She pulled herself into me, and pressed her… um…” I curved my hands in front of my chest.
“Her bosom?” Hannah’s eyes got wider.
“Yes, her bosom. She pressed her bosom into my chest.”
Hannah’s pupils were dilated wide as she listened enchanted.
“And then, Lori’s hand on my neck pulled me down to her, so our lips were close.” I leaned down slightly, bringing my lips closer to Hannah’s. I heard her sigh again, and her eyelids slid down until she was watching me through slits. Her lips parted slightly.
“Did you kiss her then?” she asked. Her breath was warm against my cheek.
“Yes. I leaned down the rest of the way, and our lips met, gentle at first.”
Hannah breathed out in an almost inaudible, “Ooooooh.” Her eyes were closed all the way now, and her lips seemed to search upward, ever so slightly.
“Her lips were so soft, and we shared a breath. Without thinking, I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her tighter to me. She felt so soft and warm.”
“That sounds so nice,” Hannah whispered, her eyes still closed, her lips waiting. There was no mistaking it. She wanted me to kiss her.
I leaned down to her, and we were so close, I felt her breath between my lips. Only a slight gap separated us.
“Hannah!” Mrs. Hupp called, and we heard her footsteps rapidly approaching my bedroom door.
Hannah reacted immediately, rolling back and to her side, jumping off the bed. The action caused her legs to spread wide and her night dress to ride up, and for one brief and amazing second, her panty-covered crotch was completely exposed to me. The white material stretched tightly over her mound, and in the dim light I could swear I saw slight wisps of her pubic hair peeking out from the edges of the cotton.
As suddenly as the glimpse appeared, it was gone, and Hannah was pulling her dress down as she quickly crossed the room and sat in the chair at my desk. A second later, the door opened and Mrs. Hupp appeared.
“Hannah, what are you doing in Jacob’s room?”
Hannah’s voice was amazingly calm when she replied. “We’re just talking. Why?”
Mrs. Hupp seemed to relax slightly. “Oh. Well, you shouldn’t be in here at night. It’s not appropriate.”
“Mother, we were just talking. I thought you told me to be nice to him?”
“You can be nice to Jacob during the day. You should be in your own bedroom. Let’s go.”
Hannah stood and folded her arms across her chest. “Fine,” she said, and stalked out.
“Watch your tone, young lady,” Mrs. Hupp called after her. Then she turned to me, and her voice softened. “Jacob, things are different here. It’s inappropriate for a girl to be in a boy’s bedroom at night.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Hupp.”
“It’s fine. Get some sleep.”
I was too shaken up to continue my masturbatory session, but sometime in the night, I dreamed about Hannah and her lovely panties, and how they stretched so snugly over her hair-covered mound.
The next morning, Hannah and I shared glances over breakfast, but we didn’t get a chance to talk until after lunch. She knocked on my door and asked me if I wanted to go down to the stream before we started afternoon chores. We were halfway there before she spoke.
“I’m sorry about last night,” she said.
“What are you sorry about?”
“I shouldn’t have come to your room.”
“Don’t be. I had fun.”
She looked at me with raised eyebrows. “You did?”
“Yeah.”
She was quiet a moment, and then said, “What happened with that English girl? After you kissed her?”
“Nothing. We kissed for a while, and then walked back to the barn.”
“Did you enjoy kissing her?”
“Yes.”
“Was she pretty?”
“Yes.”
She was silent again, and I decided to answer her unasked question.
“She wasn’t as pretty as you.”
Her eyebrows arched again. “You think I’m pretty?”
“You’re very pretty.”
She walked in silence again, but now she wore a contented smile.
“Hannah, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.”
“Did you want me to kiss you last night?”
She smiled softly. “Jacob, I’m not an English girl.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, realizing she hadn’t answered the question.
Chapter 6
A few months passed, and Dad and I settled into the rhythm of Amish farm life. To my disappointment, Hannah followed her mother’s wishes and stayed out of my bedroom at night. But I continued to fantasize about her, and I looked forward to another chance of seeing more of her body.
It was odd, considering that back home I could go to a public pool and see plenty of girls in swimsuits that were practically like underwear. With nothing like that around the farm, I focused on smaller pleasures, and even an unintended flash of Hannah’s bare knee would be enough to provide masturbatory fuel for several days.
One Sunday, when we had half the day off from chores, Hannah and I were sitting together down by the stream where it cut through the woods. At this point, the water slowed and deepened, and I’d always thought it would be a great place to go swimming. But that would require us to remove our clothing, which, of course, was not allowed. So we usually just sat on the bank and talked.
Today, she seemed quiet, as if something was distracting her. I asked her a few times what was wrong, but she told me it was nothing. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, she brought up what was on her mind.
“Jacob?”
“Yes?”
“If I ask you a question, do you promise to tell me the truth?”
“Um, I guess so.”
“Why would you need to guess at such a thing?”
“Um, okay, I promise to tell you the truth.”
She paused a moment, then said, “Are you and your father really our cousins from Ohio?”
Oh shit. I stared at her for a moment. “Why do you ask that?”
“Several reasons.”
“What are they?”
She paused again. “Well, you don’t act like any Amish person I’ve ever met. At first I thought it was because Ohio Amish are different, but a few years ago, we had a boy at our school visiting from Ohio, and he was nothing like you.”
“Maybe he wasn’t from the same part of Ohio as me?”
“Perhaps. But there are other signs too. Like the way you look at me sometimes.”
“The way I look at you?” I could feel my heartbeat rising.
“Yes. The other boys my age don’t look at me like that. Sometimes the way you stare at me, it’s like you’re studying me.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to stop doing that.”
“No,” she said quickly, “I mean, I don’t really mind it. But it’s different, that’s all. And then I saw something the other day.”
“What did you see?”
“I came down for breakfast, and my mother and your father were in the kitchen, standing at the stove next to each other. They didn’t hear me at first, but when they did, they moved away from each other, as if they had been caught doing something wron
g.”
“They were just standing there?”
She let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s hard to explain. But there was something in the way they stood close to each other, and then the way they parted when they saw that I had come in the room. It could be my imagination, but I don’t think so. It reminded me of…” Her voice trailed off.
“What did it remind you of?”
She paused. “It reminded me of how her and my father used to be.”
I was silent as I thought about that smile my dad had given Mrs. Hupp on the day we’d arrived, and what it could mean. Was it possible something was going on between them? I guessed it could be. And, unlike Hannah, I wasn’t under any false pretenses about them being cousins. I decided she deserved to know the truth.
“Hannah, I want to tell you something, but you have to swear to keep it a secret.”
“Of course I will.”
I shook my head. “No, you have to swear it. My dad’s life may depend on it.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Jacob, what are you saying?”
“I can’t tell you unless you promise to keep it a secret.”
She sat up straighter, and placed her hand over her heart. “I swear not to tell.”
I paused, thinking of how to begin. “You’re right, we’re not your cousins from Ohio. And we’re not Amish.”
She stared at me for a long moment, and then I saw the anger flicker behind her eyes. “You lied to me?”
“Hannah, there’s a reason.”
“You all lied to me. Even my mother. How could she do that?” Her eyes brimmed with tears.
“Hannah.” I reached out and took hold of her hand, but she pulled it free and moved back away from me.
“Why would you lie to me? Why would she lie to me?” She stood.
“Hannah, come on. Let me explain.”
She turned and began walking in the direction of the house. “I have to confront her with her lies.”
I was quickly on my feet, hurrying after her. “You promised you wouldn’t tell.”
She wheeled back towards me with angry eyes. “I promised I wouldn’t share the secret. But since I’m the only one who didn’t know it, then I’m not really sharing it, am I?” She turned away and resumed walking.
“Hannah, stop. I’ll get in trouble for telling you.”
She ignored me and kept walking. I had to stop her.
Without thinking, I moved quickly behind her, and slid my hands around her waist, holding her in place.
“Let me go!” she said, trying to wriggle from my grasp.
“No, you’re going to listen to me first.” My grip tightened, and her back pressed against me.
“Let me go!” she repeated, and she squirmed harder. I held her tighter.
“Hannah, we’re here because of your father.”
She stopped. “What about my father?”
“My dad is a policeman, and he’s here to find out who killed him.”
She didn’t respond, so I continued. “The other police couldn’t figure it out, so they sent my dad in to become part of your community. Your mother agreed to let us stay here and pretend we were your cousins. If the people who killed your father find out who my dad is, they’ll try to kill him too. That’s why it’s a secret.”
I felt her body go limp in my arms. “You should have told me.”
“I wanted to, but I wasn’t allowed. And I’m scared for my dad.”
She turned to face me. “I would never tell anyone.”
“I know.”
“Is your dad going to find out who did it?”
“I’m not sure, but he’s very good at his job. He has all kinds of plaques and awards in his office at home.”
“I miss my father.”
“I know. I miss my mother too.”
“But she died giving birth to you. You didn’t even know her.”
“That’s not true. That was part of the story. The truth is, she died in a car accident, along with my sister, three years ago.”
The tears spilled down over her cheeks. “Oh, Jacob, I’m so sorry.” She slid her arms around me and laid her head against my chest. We held each other for a few minutes without speaking.
It took a while, but I finally realized this girl was pressing her body against mine, and her breasts felt soft and warm against my chest. Despite my best efforts to prevent it, I felt myself begin to stiffen, and tried to pull away.
She squeezed me tighter. “Just hold me for a moment, Jacob.”
“Um, okay.” I shifted my hips back slightly.
“I’m sorry I got angry with you.”
“It’s okay. I’d probably be angry too. I’m glad you know. I was tired of keeping it a secret from you. But you can’t tell your Mom I told you.”
“I won’t. But what do you think is going on between her and your father?”
“I don’t know. My dad’s been very lonely the last few years, and he seems happier since we’ve moved here.”
Hannah nodded. “She tries to hide it, but mother seems happier too. Especially when he’s around. He’s very handsome, and he works very hard on the farm. I think you’re going to be like him when you get older.”
“Me? I hate farmwork.”
“I think you don’t hate it as much as you think you do. I notice you humming sometimes while you’re doing your chores.”
“So, you’re watching me?”
“Sometimes. But not as much as you watch me. Why do you look at me like that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me.”
“Well, it’s kinda natural for guys to look at girls, at least English guys, and you’re the only girl my age around.”
She lifted her head and looked up at me, frowning. “Jacob, that’s a mean thing to say.”
“What?”
“You only look at me because I’m the only girl around.”
“No, I didn’t mean it that way.”
“That’s what you said.”
“No, I mean yeah, you are the only girl around, but I also like looking at you because you’re you.”
“What does that mean?”
“I mean, I already told you I think you’re pretty.”
She smiled. “I like to hear you say that. The boys around here would never say that to me.”
“Well, you are. And guys – English guys – like to look at girls, you know, all over.”
“You mean our bodies?”
“Yes.”
“You like looking at my body?”
“Yes.”
“But my dress covers me.”
“It does, but it still shows some things.”
She seemed to think about this for a moment. “So, you’re imagining what my body looks like under my dress?”
I nodded. “Does that bother you? Because I’ll stop if it does.”
“No. I like it, actually. Sometimes, when I notice you looking, I get a nice feeling inside.”
We heard the lunch bell ringing.
“I guess we better go back,” I said.
“Yes.” But she kept herself pressed against me.
After a moment, she said, “Your arms are very strong. I liked how they held me before, not letting me go.”
I smiled. “You liked that?”
“Yes.”
I tightened my arms, pulling her closer, and she reacted by pressing into me.
“You feel nice,” I said. “Very soft.”
“Is this the way the girl pressed her bosom against you? The one you kissed?”
“Yes.”
She snuggled tighter, moving her breasts slightly against my chest.
“It feels better than I thought it would. Maybe we could–” She stopped, and a curious look came over her face.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“What?”
“That,” she repeated, and pressed her hips against me.
My eyes opened wide when I realized she was pressing against my hard-on. I tried to pull
my hips back, but she held to me.
“Um, nothing.”
“It doesn’t feel like nothing.” She pressed again.
“Hannah, this is embarrassing.”
“Why?”
“Didn’t your parents teach you about sex?”
“Sex? What about it?”
“You know, how a guy gets hard.”
She looked confused. “Yes, my mother told me that when a husband and wife want to have a baby, the man gets hard and puts it inside of her. But, Jacob, you and I aren’t having a baby.”
I shook my head. “That’s not exactly how it works.”
“Are you saying my mother lied to me again?”
“No, she didn’t. But it gets hard at other times too. Not just to have a baby.”
“Why?”
“We can’t control it. It gets hard on its own.”
“For no reason?”
“Well, it’s usually when a pretty girl is around. Or we’re thinking about one.”
She considered this for a moment. “So it’s hard because of me?”
“Yes.”
“Does that mean you want to put it inside of me?”
“What? No! I mean, well, it’s complicated. But it just gets that way, and I don’t really have much choice in it.”
“How often does it get that way?”
“A few times a day.”
“Really? Is it all because of me?”
“Mostly.”
She smiled at this.
The lunch bell rang again, and she stepped back and looked down, taking in the lump at the front of my pants. She smiled again.
“We’d better go back. Mother gets angry if she has to ring the bell more than twice.”
“I’m ready.”
“You sure?” She looked down again. “Will that go away before we go back? Because Mother is sure to notice it.”
I grinned. “Yeah, it’ll go down. Don’t worry. But just to be safe, maybe you should walk behind me so I’m not staring at your bum all the way home.”
She giggled.
Chapter 7
After that, she seemed to be always curious about the state of my hard-on, and would go out of her way – within limits of course – to try to provoke a reaction in me. For example, I would be in the barn and pitchforking the hay into the stalls, and she would choose that moment to sweep the floor. She would bend over more than necessary, as if she was picking up something, but she would always be facing away from me so I got a nice view of her bum, with her dress stretched tight over it. Because I knew she was doing it on purpose, it would get an even quicker rise out of me, and the tent would appear at the front of my pants. When she would notice it, she would sweep close to me, her eyes taking in the sight. Then she would say something like, “Nice day, isn’t it?” and then head off with a grin on her face.
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