Sister’s Mister

Anya busily bussed the dirty dishes. She’d hoped to become a waitress like her sister, but Reservation rules required she be at least fifteen and get a work permit. That meant waiting another three months. But knowing her father was an unemployable drunk, the restaurant had bent the rules and hired her as their busgirl.

Boisterous laughter caught her attention as she loaded her carrying tray. She looked as half a dozen airmen, likely from the nearby military base, come bursting into the restaurant. Judging from their boisterous behavior, they’d had a few before coming here. Five were white guys. One was indigenous, from here on the Res. He’d eaten here before. Dakota! That was his name. Had he brought friends here to show them around the Res? Given how cute they were, she ought to thank him. Especially the tall blonde guy with the piercing blue eyes. Just looking at him made Anya’s tummy tingle.

One of the guys saw her watching them. “Hey, darling? Any chance you could bring us menus?”

Blushing at having been caught staring, she said, “Let me get your waitress.”

Setting down her dishes, she headed for the kitchen where her sister was. Sticking her head through the doorway, she hollered, “Winona. You have some new customers.” Then, raising her eyebrows, added, “Six hunky guys from the airbase.”

“Gods! And I look a mess.” Brushing hair off her forehead, she headed out to wait on them.

'I look a mess!' Right. Not once in her life had Winona ever looked a mess. Her big sister was without a doubt the prettiest girl on the reservation. So pretty that last year she’d been a finalist in the Miss Indian Nation’s beauty pageant. Had Anya any say in the decision, Winona would have won first place.

Based on the soft whistles as Winona walked to their table, the soldiers agreed with Anya’s assessment. “Hi. My name’s Winona. Welcome to The Indian Maiden Restaurant,” she greeted, handing each a menu.

“Are you on this menu?” one asked.

“Jesus, Hank,” the blonde guy scolded, slapping the back of the speaker’s head. “Don’t be such an asshole.” He looked up at Winona. “Please take no offense at my friend’s crudeness.”

Her sister flashed her best smile. She clearly liked this blonde guy as much as Anya did. But then, how could she not? “None taken. Such comments come with the territory.”

Orders taken, she headed back to the kitchen, whispering , “Can you believe how cute that blonde guy is?” as she walked past Anya. “I think I’m in love.”

When no new customers came into the restaurant while the guys were eating, Winona sat down to chat with them. Flirting with them would be a more apt description—most of her efforts centered on Mr. Blonde-Blue-Eyes.

Using picking up their empty dishes as an excuse, Anya got close enough to listen in on their conversation. “Winona,” Dakota said, “we’re heading up to the lake for the afternoon. How about gathering a few of your girlfriends and joining us? The beer’s on us.”

Given their father was a drunkard, Winona rarely drank. But eyeing Mr. Blonde-blue-Eyes—Dwayne was his name—she said, “Sounds like fun. My shift is almost over.” It wasn’t. But Winona was allowed to keep her own hours. “Let me make a few calls.”

Half an hour later, the guys were piling into a jeep, as were Winona and three of her lady friends. Lacking sufficient seating, the girls had to sit on the guys’ laps. Not surprisingly, her sister chose to sit on the blonde guy. Beers in hand, off they drove.

It was dusk before they finally returned. Judging from their raucous behavior, they were drunk as skunks. Out of the jeep they climbed. Entwining her arm with Dwayne’s, Winona whispered something to him and spirited him away.

There was only one building in the direction she was taking him. The hayloft. Anya wasn’t sure what her sister had in mind, but wanting a front-row seat for whatever it was, she circled around them and raced for the barn. Once inside, she climbed up the rafters, finding a good viewing spot mere seconds before her sister’s arrival.

Following Winona into the barn, Dwayne checked out her backside. “Has anyone ever told you what a fantastic ass you have?” He was right. Her sister did have a great ass. She hoped when hers filled out it would be half that nice.

Winona spun around, grinning from ear to ear. “No. No one has. Do you think so?” Winona asked, her speech slurred.

“I don’t think so—I know so. How about turning around, letting me check it out?”

“Aren’t you a naughty one?”

But despite her faux objection, she turned and stuck her butt out, rotating it in circles. Yes, Sissy was drunk as a skunk. “You can look, but no touching.”

“We’ll see about that !” he challenged, striding toward her.

“Oh no you don’t,” she screeched, jumping onto the ladder that led up to the loft, putting her ass on full display in the process. "Come on up," she entreated. "The view's terrific up here."

“It can’t possibly any better than the one I have right now,” he said, grabbing Sissy’s ankle.

Shaking her foot free, she freed her leg from one of his hands, but didn't account for the other. With it he grabbed the back of her knee. Sliding his hand up her thigh, he grabbed hold of her underwear. “You can’t do that,” she cried as he tugged it down her legs.

Wiggling free of the garment, she resumed her upward climb with him in hot pursuit. Reaching the top of the ladder, she tried to hoist herself up into the loft. Doing so caused her skirt to slide up, putting her sweet parts on display. But instead of jerking the skirt back down or hoisting herself into the loft, she simply stood there, frozen in place, looking down at Dwayne, granting him a full-on view of her pussy. Anya couldn't believe her sister would do such a thing. Dwayne stood frozen in place, taking in the offered view, his expression one of lust.

After what must have been a full five seconds, Winona climbed up and into the loft, out of Anya’s line of sight. Dwayne quickly followed, both disappearing from view.

Desperate to see what would happen next, Anya scooted along the rafters to a spot just above them. Her mouth turned dry as she looked down at the couple. Dwayne had Sissy draped across his lap and his hand up inside her skirt, moving it back and forth.

Kicking her feet, Sissy tried to pry his hand away. Albeit not for long. It took only seconds for her to stop resisting. Her legs and hands went lax, but not his pumping hand. God! He was playing with Sissy’s pussy, and she just lay there whimpering, letting him, her ass rising to meet his plunging finger. Watching them do it was so hot it had Anya rubbing her own crotch.

With Sissy's resistance clearly gone, Dwayne slid her skirt up, exposing her naked butt. Taking his finger out of her, he started massaging her ass cheeks. Again, she offered zero resistance, letting him have his way with her. “Like I said,” he cooed, “you’ve got the finest ass I’ve ever seen."

He slid her blouse up, exposing the back of her bra. Rubbing her ass with one hand, he fiddled with her bra clasp with the other. After letting him struggle with it a bit, Winona reached back and unsnapped it. Sitting up, she lifted off both bra and blouse. Straddling his crotch, playing with her nipples, she asked, “Well? Is the rest of the package as fine as my ass?”

Anya couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her prim and proper sister was flaunting her naked body in front of this man she’d only just met.

Pulling her hard against him, Dwayne brought her mouth to his. “It most definitely is,” he said, pinching her nipples while kissing her.

All Anya could hear for the next few minutes was heavy breathing and her sister’s whimpers.

Winona finally broke their kiss. “I want to see you, too,” she said, lifting his shirt up and off his head. Scooting back, she reached down and unbuckled his belt. “Lift!” she demanded as she unzipped and unbuttoned him. As soon as he did, she pulled his pants down far enough to expose his cock. Seeing it, she stopped pulling, choosing instead to wrap her fingers around it and pump it.

Anya had seen cocks before. The boys on the Res took delight in peeing in front of her. She always pretended to object when they did but always took advantage of the opportunity to check them out. Limp, they looked nothing like Dwayne’s. His was hard and full, poking skyward. It had to be seven or so inches long. She and her friend Dawn and once slipped away from school to secretly buy dildos from Dawn’s cousin. Molded straight and hard, she’d thought them unrealistic looking. Now that she’d seen an erect cock, she realized how wrong she’d been.

Releasing his cock, Winona pulled down Dwayne’s trousers. After removing his shoes and socks, she'd stripped him as naked as she was. Parting his legs, she slid forward. Once again stroking his cock, she kissed his balls. Watching her siste'r antics was beyond hot. Anya’s hand slipped inside her trousers, her finger stroking what by now was one very wet crotch.

Abandoning his balls, Sissy drug her tongue up the length of Dwayne’s cock, her eyes locked with his as she did so. Up and down she licked, her tongue teasing every inch of his manhood. Rising, she started kissing and licking its crown, her eyes never leaving his. Then, opening her mouth, she lowered her head. Eyes closed, she took three of four inches of him down her gullet. Bobbing up and down on it, her expression was one of ecstasy. Given her antics, Anya decided her sister knew her way around a man’s cock far too well for this to be her first rodeo. Watching her had Anya’s pussy oozing.

With a moan, Sissy pressed her face downward, ever so slowly taking in more and more of Dwayne’s cock. Surely there was no way she could get the entire thing in her mouth, yet down she went until Anya could no longer see Dwayne’s penis. The tip of that thing had to be halfway down Sissy's throat.

“Enough!” Dwayne announced, lifting her sister’s head away. “Now turn over and show me that lovely ass of yours.”

Twisting onto her hands and knees, Winona faced away from him. Placing his cock at her opening, Dwayne thrust forward, ramming it up inside of Sissy’s pussy, evoking a loud screech from her. Each ensuing thrust was met with an equally loud cry. Had Anya not known better, she’d have thought those cries were of despair. But she knew better. Their cause was unadulterated passion.

Watching Dwayne’s cock slide in and out of her sister’s pussy quickly became too erotic to bear. Pulling her hand out of her pants, she crept away; climbed down the rafters and left the barn. A short time later she was on top of her bed, dildo in hand, imagining that soft rubber device she was sliding in and out of her pussy was actually Dwayne’s swollen cock. It took only moments before she came all over the thing.

The following morning the revelers reconvened, one by one, at the jeep parked in front of the restaurant. It was then the boys announced they were being shipped overseas. No wonder they'd gotten so drunk. Hugs and kisses and more than a few tears were shared. “How long will you be gone?” one girl asked.

Winona’s breath caught upon hearing the boy 's answer. “It’s a four-year mission.” Minutes later, the jeep and its passengers were gone.

Five weeks had passed since the men's departure. Everything seemed to have returned to normal until that fateful day Anya returned home after her shift. Da was there, and clearly drunk. He was a mean drunk, too. So mean that her mom, sister and she did their best to avoid him whenever he was this besotted.

“She’s what?!” She heard her father scream. “Come here, you little bitch!” His harsh demand was followed by slapping sounds.

Opening the front door, Anya peered inside. Winona was on her knees at their father’s feet, crying out as blow after blow rained down on the back of her head. Her mother sat cringing in the background, experience telling her it was unwise to intervene lest she share in her husband’s wrath.

“Get out of this house, you slut!” he hollered. “You’re no longer welcome here. I’m going for a drink. When I get back, there’ll be hell to pay if you and your stuff aren’t out of here.”

Barging out the door, he shoved Anya out of his way and stormed off.

“What set him off this time?” she asked, stepping inside.

“Your sister’s up and gotten herself pregnant,” her mother answered, sounding unsympathetic.

Sobbing, Winona raced to their shared room. Anya joined in, helping her pack. “Where will you go?”

Sobbing, she said, “Hopefully, Granny will take me in.”

As it turned out, Granny did.

In the months that followed, Winona continued to wait tables, right up until a few weeks before she was due. Fortunately, Anya had turned fifteen by that time and was able to take her place waitressing.

Three weeks later, Winona gave birth to a baby boy. Not just any boy. A pale-skinned, blonde, blue-eyed one. Anya had only seen dark-eyed, dark-haired, dark-skinned babies born here before. Dwayne’s seed must be strong.

Winona never returned to her job at The Maiden, choosing instead to open a nursery.

A year later her father’s kidneys failed him and he passed. Although the family grew closer after his death, her sister and her son remained living with their grandmother.

Two more years passed. Between the money Winona made with her nursery and Anya waiting tables, the family got by financially. More importantly, the day Anya had been anxiously looking forward to finally arrived—her eighteenth birthday. Outside the Reservation one had to be twenty-one to drink legally, but here one need be only eighteen. She’d taken the day off in order to celebrate.

Wanting to look her best, she stood in front of her mirror, trying on various outfits. Busy as of late, she’d forgotten to do the wash and had no clean bra wear. Given the temperature was due to hit triple digits that day, she decided to go without one. She was standing in front of her mirror trying to decide which top would look the best without one. Deciding an open midriff blouse would be coolest, she wore one. Coupling it with a pair of short shorts not only had her looking sexy, but kept her cool as well. Finally dressed to her liking, she set out for the Res’s best bar.

Opening its door, she walked inside. Dark, she paused, letting her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Finally able to see, she was surprised at its number of patrons at such an early hour. All eyes were on her as she crossed the room to sit on an empty bar stool. Raising her hand, she hailed the bartender. “A daiquiri, please.”

He came over. “I’ll need to see some I.D. first.” Digging out her driver’s license, she handed it to him. After studying it, he gave it back to her. “Happy eighteenth, Anya.” Moments later, he returned with not one drink, but two. “

"I'm sorry, I ordered one, not two. I don't think I can afford both drinks.”

“Not to worry,” he said. “The first is the complimentary drink we offer all our patrons on their birthday. The second is on me, my own happy birthday gift.”

Was he hitting on her? Whether he was or not, a free drink was a free drink. Smiling, she thanked him.

She’d hardly begun to sip it when he returned with a third drink in hand. “You’ve an admirer,” he told her, nodding across the room. She turned to see a woman waving her way. God! Was a lesbian was hitting on her, too. Mouthing a thank you, she turned back around. No sooner had she done so than the now-laughing bartender brought her yet another drink. “Tell the woman no thank you, but I’ll buy my own drinks from now on.”

“Tell the woman?” a male voice asked. “Have I had a sex change I’m not aware of?”

Her jaw dropped as she turned to see who her latest benefactor was. A tall, incredibly handsome man stood smiling down at her. Blue-eyed and blonde, he was the spitting image of the fellow who’d impregnated her sister. Surely it couldn’t be him.

“May I join you?” he asked.

Her sister’s past lover or not, there was no way she was shooing this hunk away. “Please do,” she said, flashing her best smile. Once he’d seated himself, she said, “Thank you for the drink. But I’m puzzled. How did you know it was my birthday?”

“It is?” he asked, looking surprised. Raising his hand, he said, “Bartender, bring the lady another drink—a birthday present on me. Oh, and I’ll have another, too.”

Gods! She’d soon have five drinks sitting in front of her and she’d hardly sipped the first one. It was far more booze than she’d ever consumed. She doubted she’d manage to get them all down. Flashing her best smile, she held out her hand. “Hi. My name’s Anya.”

“Dwayne here.”

“So, what brings you to our Res?”

“I came hoping to find a friend I had met here several years ago. At first glance, I thought you were her. Your likeness to her is uncanny. I, of course, was wrong. She’d be years older than you.” He smiled. “That said, I’m not disappointed in the least.”

A blonde, blue-eyed man named Dwayne. This was beyond coincidence. This had to be him. “How funny. I thought I recognized you, too. But just as you white people think we Indians all look alike, we think the same of Aryans like you.”

Laughing, he said, “Touche! However, I said you looked like one specific person, not a whole community. The woman I was hoping to find is probably married now with a whole passel of kids clinging to her skirt.”

If this guy was who she thought he was, there was only one clinging to her skirt. “So? Are you stationed at the air base?”

“I’m not. I was there getting discharged from the service after four years abroad.”

“So, what brings you to the Res?”

“Like I said, I was hoping to find an old friend. One I met here before going overseas.”

The number of coincidences was mounting. Draining drink number one, she was convinced this was the very the man who’d impregnated her sister. If true, he’d have no clue he’d fathered a child.

Friendly chatter ensued as she consumed drinks number two and three. But her bladder complained as she picked up the fourth. “Sorry. I need to pee. Any idea where the little girl’s room is?”

“Over there,” he said, nodding to the far side of the room.

Standing, her head spun so badly she lost her balance.

Jumping to his feet, he grabbed hold of her, steadying her. “You know, I need to go, too. Why don’t I walk you to where you need to be?” he offered.

Weaving her arm through his, she let him walk her across the room. Without his help, she’d surely have fallen. Why had she consumed so much liquor? The good news was that with their arms entwined as they were, his elbow was pressing her barely covered nipple. With each step they took, it rubbed against her. And boy did it ever feel good. So good in fact, she was almost sorry when they reached the restrooms.

They went to their respective gender designations. Sitting on the toilet, she peed. And peed and peed. Sitting there had her longing for more of the contact she’d just experienced walking over here. Sliding her hand up and under her blouse, she tweaked her abandoned nipple between thumb and forefinger, imagining it was him doing it. It felt so good she sat there playing with herself well after she’d emptied her bladder.

Sighing, she stood and hoisted up her shorts and underwear, wondering what would be going through his mind had he been there watching her do it.

Walking unsteadily, she made her way to the sink. After washing, she made her way back out to join him.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Only if you consider a spinning room to be alright. I could use some fresh air.”

Leading her to the door, he walked her outside. Gods! It was even hotter now than when she’d first arrived. And the sun was blinding. “Can we get out of this cursed sun?”

“Sure. Where?”

“There’s a hayloft behind the bar. How about we go there?”

Soon she was taking him to the very barn he’d fucked her sister in. Would he recognize it? Perhaps not, considering how drunk the two had been at the time. Kind of like she was now. She clung to his arm as they walked, his elbow once again exciting her nipple.

Soon they were inside the barn, out of the bright sun. “Well?” she asked. “We’re here. What now?”

“How about this?” he said, pulling her mouth to his. Leaning into him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his torrid kiss. It seemed to last forever, yet ended too soon. He stepped back, eyeing her chest. She looked down at one very swollen nipple poking out her blouse. “What’s this?” he asked, gently pinching it between thumb and forefinger.

She simply stood there watching him tease her tit. And here she thought his elbow had felt good rubbing it. After letting him fondle if for a good thirty seconds, she stepped back, and pushing his hand away, admonishing him to behave, reminding him they’d only just met.

She looked around. “Do you recognize this place?”

He frowned. “How could I. I’ve never been here before?”

If that was true, maybe he wasn’t her sister’s seducer after all? “Come, follow me,” she said, leading him by the hand over to the ladder that led to the loft—to where he’d had sex with her sister. As she climbed the rungs, she said, “There’s a terrific view from up there.”

Climbing behind her, he said. “I doubt it’s any better than the one I have now.” It was the same line he'd used on her sister. If that was his go-to line, it convinced her he was who she thought he was.

Soon, both were in the loft. “From up here you can see half the Res. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m sure it’s not nearly as beautiful as what I’m seeing now,” he said, pulling her into another marvelous kiss.

Their tongues entwined as their arms enfolded one another. She gasped into his mouth when his hand slipped under her blouse, tweaking her unprotected nipple. And here she’d thought his elbow had felt good. Feeling his erection pressing her belly, she rotated on its hardness.

Soon a second hand was caressing her other tit, evoking another gasp. Slowly dropping to his knees, he lowered her with him, pulling her blouse up and off her head as he did so. “Lay back,” he whispered, pressing her onto her back as his mouth closed over one of her nipples. As he had with her sister, the man was having his way with her, and it was beyond her to stop him, even when he slipped a hand into the back of her shorts to fondle her ass. Her body was the willing instrument, and he was the maestro playing it.

After a bit that squeezing hand wormed its way around to her crotch. She lay unresisting as his fingers stroked her dampness. A wayward finger penetrated her opening. Although smaller than her dildo, it was far larger than her own finger and felt absolutely divine.

“I need to see you naked,” he said, tugging on her pants. Down they came, thong and all. Seconds later he had her lying naked before him, his gaze roaming her curves. It was hands-down the most erotic moment of her life.

After what seemed like a full minute of letting him ogle her, she sat up, and pulling up his shirt said, “It’s only fair that I get to see you naked too. Now lay back,” she said, parroting his earlier command.

As soon as he’d done so, she removed his shoes and socks and reached for his belt. After undoing it, she opened his pants and lowered his zipper. Tugging on his pants, she ordered him to lift. But as she slid his pants slid down his thighs, his shorts got hung up on his erection. Abandoning them, she ridded him of his trousers. Done, taking a deep breath, she went after his shorts, stopping once she’d freed his cock to take hold of it and stroke it. It was the first cock she’d ever touched.

Releasing it, she removed his shorts, savoring her first ever view of a naked man. She thought back on what she’d watched her sister do—a maneuver so sexy she often mulled it over while masturbating. Parting his legs, she kneeled between his knees and gripped the tip of his cock. Scooting forward, she dragged her tongue up its length, her pussy flushing as she did so. She licked a complete circle around his manhood, leaving no flesh untouched. Once she’d wetted every inch of it, she lowered her hand and started kissing and licking its crown. Then, meeting his gaze, she opened wide and took two or three inches of cock into her mouth. His eyes glazed over as she ever so gently raised and lowered her mouth, gently sucking her first ever cock. She'd once read about pheromones. Chemical signals designed to arouse members of the opposite sex. Given that her pussy was absolutely dripping, his pheromones must be working overtime.

His erection filled her mouth far more than she’d have guessed. How could something be so hard yet soft at the same time? Up and down her mouth rode, taking slightly more of him in with each successive plunge, until it touched her the back of her throat. Somehow Sissy had managed to get the whole thing into her mouth, but when she tried to match her sister's exploits, she gagged, forcing her to spit the thing out.

Not to be denied, she started stroking it—faster and faster. “Which feels best?” She cooed, “My hand or my mouth?”

“Both,” he grunted.

“Then both it shall be,” she said, closing her mouth over his tip while pumping her hand ever faster. Before long, she felt it spasm. Yes, she was most definitely exciting him.

She lifted her mouth away, wanting to see it twitch. Instead, she discovered white liquid oozing out his slit and down his crown. “Are you coming?”

“Hardly,” he said. “When that happens, it shoots out the end like it’s coming out of a fire hose. What you see is pre-cum.”

Curious as to what pre-cum was, she touched her tongue against it. It tasted salty but wasn’t awful. Stretching her mouth forward, she licked away what remained of his seepage, and pumping her hand, caused more to ooze out. This time, instead of licking it away, she took the thing back into her mouth and resumed her previous efforts.

She hadn’t been doing it long when he grabbed hold of her head and started pumping his cock. Moments later he stopped moving it, pinning her mouth against him. She felt it spasm in her mouth. Once, then twice. The third time it happened, it erupted inside of her mouth, spewing gobs of his salty cum into her mouth. With her head pinned against him the way it was, she had no choice but to swallow his offering.

That first eruption was followed by another and another. Eventually, his cock spasms subsided, but not the ones in her vagina, which by now was opening and closing like some feeding puffer fish. The good news was that cumming in one's mouth couldn’t get you pregnant.

His cock began to soften. Taking it out of her mouth, not wanting to waste any of his precious offering, she licked it clean. Finally lifting away, she said, “Would it be presumptuous of me to think you enjoyed that?”

“An understatement if ever there was one.”

Pushing her onto her back, he said, “Your turn,” and buried his face in her crotch. Gods! She'd just peed and was far from clean down there. Placing her hands on his forehead, she tried to push him away. But after a few faux efforts, she stopped trying. It felt far too good down there to stop his efforts. It felt even better when he slid his finger up her vagina. Yes, far better. In fact, so good it had her trembling, head to toe. She knew the signs. Dwayne was near to getting her off.

Awareness of her surroundings suddenly vanished, and her mind went blank. She cried out, her body thrashing as the most amazing orgasm she’d ever experienced washed over and through her. On and on it went. Just as it finally began to fade, he pulled his finger out of her, replacing it with something far larger. Gods, he'd put his cock inside her and was fucking her.

She knew she ought to push him away, or at least object, but having his manhood titillating her every nerve ending down there robbed her of all volition. Instead, she cried out, “Oh God!” and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her moan turned to one of disappointment when he started pulling out of her, only to make her cry out again when he thrust back in again. Divine didn’t begin to describe the sensations she was feeling down there. Flattening her feet on the floor, she arched her pelvis upwards
, greeting his every downward stroke with erotic cry after erotic cry. She lost count of the orgasms that followed. The grandest of all happened when he pinned himself tight against her and flooded her pussy with his white-hot semen. So much for safe sex.

Done, he withdrew from her. As they lay side-by-side in the aftermath, a horrible sense washed over her. “God! I feel so guilty. Why in God’s name did I do that with you?” She turned, facing him. “Promise me you’ll never tell anyone what we just did.”

“What sort of person do you take me for? Do you think of me as the kind of guy who brags of his conquests? Don't be ridiculous. Of course, I’ll never say anything.”

“Then promise me.”

“I just did.”

“I want to hear you say it out loud.”

“I promise I’ll never tell anyone we made love.”

She looked him in his eyes. “You'd better keep that promise. Break it and I’ll take your scalp with my tomahawk.”

“You own a tomahawk?”

"No. But I can steal one from the museum."

“What is it then that has you so upset? I thought our sex was great.”

"It was. The best I ever had." She chose not to mention that it was the only sex she'd ever had.
She sighed. “It’s too complicated to explain. I’d have to show you.”

“Then let’s get dressed and do so.”

Ten minutes later, they were out of the barn, walking along a worn path. “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see. It’s not far. Less than a mile.”

A building with a sign reading “Golden Boy Nursery” came into view. In front of it was a playground, replete with a swing, a slide, and several other climbing toys. A large canvas--the kind used behind the plate at baseball games, shaded the half-dozen toddlers playing there. Most had black hair and dark skin. The one exception was the little blonde boy sitting on a swing.

Seeing them approach, he jumped out of the seat and raced toward them. Leaping into Anya’s arms, he shouted, “Auntie Anya! You came to see me.”

Laughing, she picked him up. Spinning him in circles, she showered his forehead with kisses. “That I did,” she said, setting him down.

He looked up at Dwayne. “Who are you?”

“The polite thing would be to introduce yourself,” she admonished.

Wiping the sweat off his hand, he offered it to Dwayne. “Hi. My name’s Dwayne. I’m three and a half.”

Smiling, Dwayne shook his hand. “Wow. What a coincidence, my name’s Dwayne, too.”

“And you have yellow hair like mine. And blue eyes too. Mamma says my Da looked like that. Are you him?”

The smile vanished from Dwayne’s face. He looked over at Anya, his face paling. “Please tell me this isn’t what you were so reluctant to share with me.”

Before she could respond, a cry of, “Dwayne Chee! How many times have I told you not to run off on your own?”

Both she and Dwayne turned to see who’d spoken. “Winona?” Dwayne blurted. “Is it really you?”

His comment stopped her in her tracks. Looking dumbfounded she stared back at him, nervously running her fingers through her hair. “Hello, Dwayne. Good to see you. What brings you back to the Res?”

“I came here hoping to find you.”

Her eyebrows rose. "Then, congratulations, you just did."

"Yes. I did."

“Mamma,” little Dwayne chimed in, “Is he my Da?”

Winona stood there looking dumbfounded, not answering until big Dwayne chimed in with, “Your son asked you a question. Am I?”

Sissy stood staring at him, the look on her face that of someone desperately wishing she was elsewhere. Then, eyes tearing, she nodded in the affirmative.

Sensing the air's tension, Anya spoke. “Hey! I’m guessing you guys have a lot to discuss. Why don’t I give the two of you some privacy.”

Turning to leave, she leaned close to Dwayne, whispering, “Don’t you dare forget your promise.”

He simply nodded.

With that, she left, seeking the local pharmacy, praying it carried morning after pills. The last thing she needed was to birth a baby that was both half sibling and cousin to her darling little nephew. Finding that pill was an absolute necessity.