{ASS}The Deep South Revised, Re-Written, and Reposted by A.F.M
Anthony Matthews
Copyright © 1999, Anthony Matthews.
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The Deep South (mf inc.)
-By A.F.M a/k/a NL Soldier
***
My family moved from the deep south during the great depression. Extreme
racism and depression conditions were crippling to a black share
cropper in Texarkana in the late nineteen thirties, my Grandfather
wanting a better life for his children, packed up his family and
headed north like most other southern blacks of that time. My
grandfather was for the most part unsuccessful until the start of
world war two, or more precisely when the United States entered
the war shortly after Pearl Harbor.
The high need for labor and war materials enabled my grandfather
to get a good paying job building B-17 bombers and other wartime
planes, later after the war he was able to get a job with General
Motors building automobiles during the baby boom. With his new found
income and job security he was able provide a good life for him and his
family.
For many years my father had expressed a desire to visit the deep
south and re-trace his roots, he wasn't born until the late
nineteen fifties, so he'd never lived in the south like his
brothers and sisters. My grandmother gave birth him late in life, by
time he reached his teens his brothers and sisters had families of their
own.
***
My story starts about a year ago, my father had received word that a
distant family member of ours in Arkansas had died, this event
was his excuse to finally take that trip he always wanted. I'm not
ashamed to tell you that that I was scared shit-less about heading
towards the south, words such as lynching, hang nigger, boy, KKK, and
images of burning crosses and white hoods, entered my mind. I knew that
the south wasn't like that nowadays, but the, then recent murder in
Jasper, Texas hadn't done anything to help my paranoia.
In all honesty I could care-less about some dumb-assed southern
share cropper that kicked the bucket or should I say bought the farm,
but my father was intent on making a pilgrimage to
the deep south. There was nothing anyone could say or do to change his
mind.
***
I leaned against the backseat passenger side window of our Toyota
Four-Runner staring at the falling rain as it beat against my
window, across from me sat my sister Regina, her eyes scanning page
after page of the girl magazine in her lap. For the life of me I
couldn't tell you what the fuck it was, only that it had large pink
letters and pictures of 'heart throbs' on the cover. Utter bullshit. In
my lap sat my cd player, but between the rain and my parents I wouldn't
be able to hear it.
Our parents, were in the front arguing as usual when they drove any
distance together, my dad was terrible at following directions and that
coupled with my moms horrible sense of direction and we were lost within
hours of leaving Detroit. It was getting pretty late and the hard rain
turned into a terrible electrical storm, over the radio we heard that
there was tornado less that ten miles of where we were. Finally my
mother suggested that we find a nice hotel or motel, dad wanted to keep
on driving, but when the nasty storm got nastier he finally relented and
pulled us into a Best Western.
It was our terrible luck that there were only two vacancies in the whole
place and each room had only one queen sized bed. My parents said that
we would have to share a room together. I wouldn't have
minded except for the fact that my sister acts like a complete
bitch. When we were younger we were pretty close, we shared our
secrets with each other and spent most of our time together, but
when we both hit puberty we grew apart, most of the time we can't
speak two words to one another without getting into a major
argument and now I had to share a room with her, I knew then that
this trip was going to be hell.
First thing she declared upon entering the room was that I was
sleeping on the floor. " That's bullshit, there's no-way in hell I am
sleeping on that hard-assed floor, why don't you hop your ass
down there." I said pointing towards the floor. I tried my best to sound
authoritative but we both knew who ran the show.
" You have to be smoking something, to think I am going to sleep
on that floor. And your not sleeping in the bed with me." she declared,
already putting her stuff on the bed. I
told her to forget it and I went into the bathroom to take a
shower. I had no intention of sleeping on that damned floor. I
figured that I would let her relax and then I'd hop into the bed
and she would be unable to stop me. Even though she was older than me by
one year I could still easily kick her ass if needed.
She wasn't gonna boss me around tonight.
Quickly I took my shower and dressed in
boxer shorts, It was pretty hot outside and even with the air
conditioner it was still pretty warm in the room so I decided
leave my shirt off. I grabbed the ice bucket and left the room,
when I came back she was in the shower, I turned on T.V. and found a
horror movie on cinemax. I opened me up a cherry coke and sat
down on the foot of the bed and watched the movie. It was the
original "Phantasm", on a scale of one to ten, with ten being the
scariest shit-in-your-pants movie I would give it a six or seven,
nothing I couldn't watch alone. I had really gotten into the movie and
didn't notice my sister was out of the shower until I heard
her scream at a scary part in the movie, immediately I began
laughing at her and she became angry, but she didn't ask me to get on
the floor, I guess she was scared and really didn't want me off the bed.
I remember when I was ten and she was eleven we had
watched "Hellraiser". Regina had refused to sleep in her own bed
for two weeks until our parents had convinced her it was safe and
they forbade me from letting her watch any more horror movies.
After the movie was over we agreed that it was really late and we
didn't want to have trouble waking up, so the television went off
and we went sleep. I woke up around three a.m. to go piss, it was
cold so I turned off the a/c and then hopped back into bed after I took
my leak, I must have woken Regina because when I tried to take some of
the blanket she pulled it back. " Get your own you little fag, it's cold
in here." she said pulling at the covers.
I wasn't having it, so I snatched the
entire blanket away from her, she jumped over me and tried to pull the
blanket back, soon we were wrestling. I hate to admit it, but
the soft feel of her breast against my skin was turning me on,
even though they were covered in 'hunter green' silk pajamas they
still felt good. Her twisting around and her hands groping around
my body had gotten me hard before I knew it. I didn't know how to
deal with these sensations so I just tried to hide my erection,
getting hard off of your own sister was just plain nasty. Suddenly she
began laughing at me. " Your hard you fucking pervert." she
said laughing. I twisted her around and pinned her to the bed with me on
top, I don't know what happened but I was out of control,
all of my senses were heightened, and I was aware of everything
around me, I could have sworn that I could even hear her heart
beat, but I was sure it was just mine. I leaned forward and we
kissed, she tried to pull back, but I wouldn't let her after few
moments she just started kissing me back. We pulled apart panting
heavily a trail of saliva connected our mouths.
A sheen of sweat had coated her from our wrestling, she looked so
beautiful her glistening honey brown skin pressed against mine.
Regina had won a few beauty pageants in Detroit, but never really
got into the pageant scene, she was however stunningly beautiful
and had an amazing body as well, I'm sure she could have given
Tyra Banks or Naomi Campbell a run for their money. I played J.V.
basketball and I was around 5'7 at the time about two inches
shorter than her and in pretty good shape. The year before I had
started growing facial hair and I sported a goatee. Regina thought it
looked goofy, but I thought it was tight plus it made me look older than
I was.
Regina wasn't talking any more, she was
panting heavily below me staring into my soul with those luscious
brown eyes. I leaned forward and we kissed again, it was like
lightning had struck us both. A few minutes before I would have
gagged, but now it seemed so natural, I let go of her wrist and
slid my hands down her body, her hands ran down my back and our
kiss deepened, she tasted so good that I never wanted the kiss to
end. She smelled like hotel soap, but I didn't mind because it was kinda
nice. She felt so soft, I wanted to just lay there and
caress her all night long. Her soft round breast, her tight ass and
amazing legs. Damn why didn't I notice sooner that my sister was so damn
fine.
I slid her pajama top up her chest stopping to suck on each carmel
colored breast, I lightly flicked my tongue over each dark nipple.
Regina moaned and slipped her hands into my boxers grasping my
aching dick. Now it was my turn to moan. I moved higher and we
kissed again, this time more passionately than before. My mind was gone
and all that was there was my body, my dick, and my sister.
When I always thought of incest, not that I usually did, some
burly redneck living in a trailer always came to mind. But what
was happening felt so good, and so natural that I never gave it a
second thought. Regina had wiggled out of her pajama bottoms and
she had pulled my dick out of my boxers. The head was swollen and
glistened in the light coming from the bathroom.
I balanced my self on my elbows, while she guided me into her. If
I had died then I wouldn't have minded, it seemed as if she were
made for me, she was so tight I could feel myself pressing against the
insides of her sweet spot. Her legs wrapped around my waist
and I began to move in and out of her. There was no sound in the
room except for our heavy breathing. I made long slow strokes in
and out of her, the entire time our mouths were glued to each
other, partly because we wanted to be connected completely and
partly because we would have both been screaming at the intense
pleasure we were feeling. Her pussy was squeezing and milking my
dick, no girlfriend I had ever been with felt like this. Our
fingers interlocked, and our kiss broke. I looked into her eyes
and felt her pussy begin to spasm around me, her legs clamped down
tightly around my waist and I thrust one last time filling her
with my seed. Her eyes widened when she felt the come surge from my
penis, I almost cried from joy, and the sense of contentment and love.
Since her legs were still tightly wrapped around my
waist, I rolled us both over so that she was lying on my chest.
She kissed me lightly on my forehead and we drifted off to sleep
together.
Epilogue
***
One year later me and Regina are still
together, she sleeps in my room now and we don't attempt to hide
our relationship any more. Our parents found out about us shortly
after that night at the Best Western, at first they were very upset, but
eventually they excepted it. Regina was accepted at a university in the
south and we plan on moving out as soon as I turn eighteen in two
month's. We don't plan on getting married or anything like that, but for
now we are enjoying each other and living like lovers, which we are and
probably will be for the rest of our lives.
END
©copyright 1999 Anthony Matthews
Anthony Matthews