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One Hot Summer Day

By Becca Sinh Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Smashwords Edition Copyright 2012 Becca Sinh

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I’m looking out the window right now, and the snow is piled up right to the wooden sill. This is the longest winter we’ve ever had, up here in the high mountains. But I’m not scared. Cody is with me. As long as we’re together, life will always be good. We didn’t always live way up in the mountains, mind you. I can still kinda a time when we lived in a real house with glass windows and carpeting. That was in the days when Papa worked at a big, important place with lots of guards in uniforms. That was before what he called “The Pulse” happened. When “The Pulse” hit, all the lights and power went out everywhere. And people

went kinda crazy. There was lots of fighting and killing all over the big city where we lived. So Papa took Mama and me, and my best friend Cody, up into the mountains, until it was all over. Only it never really ended. The lights came back on after a long time, I looking down the steep hillside and seeing them twinkle like little stars below me. And I wondered with Cody when we’d be going back home. But Papa said our home wasn’t there anymore. It had been burned, along with lots and lots of other pretty homes, when the people got cold and scared in the darkness. Cody’s parents were at work the day it happened, and I guess they never made it back home again. That’s why Papa took Cody with us, up that high snowy mountain, to a little cabin he knew about that was way higher than anyone else could find. He and Mama raised Cody and me together. But anyone looking at us can see that Cody and me aren’t related. Oh, sure, we both have long blond hair and blue eyes. But his body is way different from mine. I have squishy nubs on my chest, and he has thick hair. And he has a big pee-thing that does strange stuff sometimes. My pee-thing is hidden inside me, between my legs. But you don’t care about that, you want to know how we survived. Mama didn’t like our new home, a little rough-wood cabin so high up in the hills that we could see for miles and miles. She missed the carpeting and glass windows, and something she called civilization. But she never complained in front of us. I only knew because I overheard her talking to Papa late one night, when Cody and I were supposed to be asleep. To Cody and me, that log cabin was like paradise! Plenty of places to play and explore without anyone yelling at us. And no more school, because Mama hadn’t brought any books with her on that scary day when we were dragged outside, and thrown into someone’s smelly pick-up truck. We were too busy trying to survive our first winter to worry about silly things like reading and writing. Papa learned to hunt and trap wild animals, Cody and I learned to fish in the icy stream half a mile from our cabin. Mama learned to cook the food we brought back, and to make warm coats from the animal skins

Papa gave her. It was new to all of us...but Papa made it like a game, so it was fun, too. When spring finally made its way up the mountain, Cody and I found an old garden plot, and we took turns helping Mama coax spindly vegetables out of it. And Papa headed down into the distant town, to trade the furs we’d gathered and cured for fresh supplies. He was gone for a whole week, talking with a friend of his in town, someone he figured he could trust. When he finally got back, he brought back treasures we’d almost forgotten about--new clothes that actually fit our growing bodies, a pretty vase for Mama’s wildflowers, even a small supply of real candy to be hoarded and saved as special treats over the summer. He also brought a new supply of healthier seeds for the garden, and something even more important to Mama: news from the ‘civilized’ world. Only it still wasn’t civilized. People had stopped burning and stealing, but everyone had guns, and strangers were killed on sight. Food cost lots and lots of money. Cody and I wondered where Papa had gotten such pretty things, if life “down there” was so bad. But like Mama, we didn’t dare ask. Some things, you’re just better off not knowing. After that, Papa risked hiking down the mountain twice every year, once in the spring and once just before winter set in. Every time, he brought back new clothes for Cody and me, because Mama said we were growing faster than the weeds she pulled from the garden. He brought back new seeds, and once he carried up a little calf that we named Daisy and learned to care for. Another time he brought a pair of bows and arrows, and taught us how to fire them and then replace the broken arrows. Then one year, just before winter set in, he came back empty-handed. His friend had died one night in his sleep, and there was no one else that Papa could trust. He’d planned to trade our excess furs for supplies, as always, but now that was impossible. Cody and I exchanged glances, and I suddenly realized that he had broad shoulders and long hair that Mama couldn’t seem to keep trimmed. I’d probably changed just as much--my faded shirts were tight across the chest, and I’d been dealing with a messy nuisance called a ‘monthly period’ for nearly two years now. Mama always kept a supply of soft rabbit furs for me to tuck into my worn jeans whenever it happened, and I had to wash them out every night so they

wouldn’t get stiff and nasty. “It’s okay, Papa,” I said. “We’ve got plenty to make it through the winter, we don’t need any candy or special things this year. Next year you’ll find someone to trade with.” Mama seemed to shrink in on herself. “We’ll manage,” she whispered. Then she went back to cleaning a mess of fresh peas for dinner. Winter was harder that year, and seemed to last a lot longer than usual. Cody and I did everything we could to help, but somehow it was never quite enough. Mama got thin, and her pretty face turned pale as the snow piled up outside. And then she caught a cough that stayed all the way into spring. Papa wanted to risk everything by taking her to a doctor, even if it got him killed. That’s how much he loved her. And when the snows finally melted, that’s exactly what he did. Cody and I bundled Mama up in our own warmest furs, and stood in the doorway, watching, as Papa gently carried her down the steep mountainside. The next few days were the longest ones of our lives. Cody and I puttered around, doing our normal stuff. We fished, we checked on Papa’s traps, we brought our prizes home, and skinned them, and treated the furs the way Papa had taught us. We brought in fresh vegetables from the garden, and cooked them in Mama’s special way so that they’d last all through the summer without going bad. During the day, we kept busy enough to not worry about Mama and Papa. But the nights were bad. All night long, we laid in our bunks along the western wall, and listened to the wind blowing through the trees overhead, and the owl scratching out its fierce hunting cry. Finally Cody leaned over the edge one night, and stared down at me through the darkness. “You awake, Callie?” he whispered. His voice was changing, getting deeper, cracking sometimes when he was upset. I sat up, and patted my bunk. “I can’t sleep, either. Papa’s been gone a long time, hasn’t he?”

“It’s been more than two weeks now,” Cody agreed. “What if he doesn’t come back?” That same thought had been bugging me, but I couldn’t it it. “Of course he’ll come back!” I scowled. “And he’ll bring Mama back with him. And she’ll be all well again, just like before!” But more days ed, and more nights, and still there was no sign of either Mama or Papa. Cody and I took to snuggling together every night, just like we had when we’d been little, and still scared of the cold mountain that was our new home. Mama and Papa hadn’t approved of it then, but finally Papa had told Mama (I overheard them whispering late one night, when I was supposed to be asleep) that the world had changed. I didn’t understand most of it, but it made me feel good when he said that me and Cody should get used to the idea of getting married in another few years, because that would keep us safe. I liked the idea of being married, and having a cute little baby to play with. When I started getting that nasty monthly period, Mama told me that I was old enough to have a baby. But she said she hoped I’d wait a while, and enjoy being young myself, before tying myself down that way. (Now why would anyone want to tie themselves down to have a baby? We don’t even have that much spare rope. That’s just plain silly.) Cody couldn’t make any sense of it, either. So we forgot about it, and just enjoyed splashing in the stream and climbing through the hills every day. After Mama and Papa left, though, I started thinking about it a lot. And I think Cody did, too. Sometimes we talked about being married, and wondered when I’d have that baby, now that I was old enough. We both knew that my tummy would get big when it happened, but we didn’t know when or how. Spring faded into summer, and still we were alone on the mountainside. By now we were sure that something had gone wrong...but neither of us wanted to talk about it. Saying the words might make it real, and we couldn’t face that. Then everything changed one hot summer afternoon.

It was my turn to check Papa’s traps. I hated snaring anything in the spring or summer, because every animal we caught might have tiny babies back in its burrow. So I was relieved to find the traps empty, and I decided to surprise Cody by catching some fresh fish for dinner. I’d seen him naked, of course. You can’t live in such cramped quarters for so many years without noticing how different we look under our clothes. And we always liked to sneak away and splash naked in the creek where it deepened into a small pool. It was the best way we knew to cool off on a steamy summer afternoon. But I’d never seen him like this...sprawled in the shallow water, with one hand wrapped around his pee-thing, stroking it up and down with such a weird look on his face! If I’d thought about it, I would have hidden behind a tree and spied on him a while, to see what other weird things he might do. But as usual, I was too curious. “Whatcha doin,’ Cody?” I drawled, stepping into the dappled sunlight where the trees gave way to a sandy shore. Cody yelped in surprise, and his face turned red as he scrambled for his worn cut-offs. “Damn you, Callie!” he snarled. “You’d no right sneakin’ up on me like that!” That hurt, and I jammed both fists on my hips. “I wasn’t sneaking! I was gonna catch some fish for dinner!” Cody’s anger slowly faded as he saw the long wooden pole in my hand. “Well, you had rotten timing,” he grumbled under his breath. “Why? Why were you doing that, anyway?” Cody flushed again, and tried to ignore my eager question. But by now I really wanted to know! I’d never seen him acting so weird before! Finally he scowled at me, and mumbled, “’Cause it feels good. Now will you let me alone?”

“You’re lucky,” I sighed. “I wish I had a pee-thing that could make me feel good! Was it really very nice?” That made him feel bossy, and his chest puffed out as he grinned. “Only men have pee-things,” he sneered. As if I didn’t already know that. “Because we’re bigger and stronger than you girls. So we’re special!” Special, hah! I knew which of us was the better hunter! I ignored his teasing. “Well, what’s it like?” I asked. If I couldn’t feel good myself, at least I could still share it through him--we’d never hidden anything from each other before. Cody stared at me in shock. “What, you want me to pull it back out and show you?” he demanded. Because by now he’d managed to fasten his pants again, hiding it. I thought about it for a moment, then grinned. “Sure, why not? I’ve never seen it like that before. Doesn’t it hurt when it gets big like that?” Cody’s cheeks turned red again. “Kinda, yeah,” he muttered, glancing away. “And that’s why you were touching it like that, to make it stop hurting?” Suddenly his weird behavior made sense. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were hurt? We always help each other--you didn’t have to hide it!” Cody started to laugh, and rolled his eyes. “I can just see you touching it!” “Well, why not? I don’t like knowing you’re hurting. If it will help...” A funny look crossed Cody’s face, and I knew that he was thinking about it. His chest started to rise and fall faster, and his pee-thing stood up even straighter under his shorts. It must be just about killing him, it was so big! Then he shook his head. “Just you go on and catch some fish for dinner, if that’s what you were gonna do,” he scowled, and waved downstream. “I’ll handle it myself.” I hated being ordered away for any reason. But I knew he’d never pull it out again while I was still around. So I snatched my fishing pole and stomped off

into the underbrush. Then I just couldn’t help it, I snuck back and hid behind a tree where I could see him again. Cody’s shorts were down around his knees again, and his big hand was wrapped tight around his pee-thing. And I’d swear it was even longer than before! I stared big-eyed as his hand bobbed up and down. The fast rhythm was making me feel all shivery and hot inside, though I didn’t know why. I couldn’t even imagine how it was making him feel! Suddenly he let out this low, rasping moan, and something white shot out and splashed in the rippling water! My pee wasn’t white, and his wasn’t normally, either! Did it change color when he was stopping the pain? Cody let out a long sigh, and I saw the tired smile on his face. So I knew he must be feeling better. I was glad...and even gladder than I’d gotten to see it happen myself. Now I wouldn’t worry about him so much. I snuck back to the fishing hole as he slowly pulled his shorts back up. And that’s where he found me an hour later, when he finally came looking for me. “Callie...” His face was red again. I started feeling hot and quivery inside again as I ed what I’d seen. “Look, I’m sorry I got mad at you,” he mumbled, pulling one hand through his long hair. The same hand he’d used to touch himself earlier. Oh man, that made me feel so strange and quivery inside! “It’s just that...well...you shouldn’t have seen me doing it.” Well, that made me mad all over again, and I jammed both fists on my hips. “Why not? We share everything, Cody, even the same bed when we can!” Cody jumped like he’d been bee-stung. “Yeah, well...maybe that’s part of the problem!” he grumbled. “That’s when it starts hurting the most! Maybe I’d better sleep in my own bunk from now on!”

Now that I thought about it, I did kinda feeling something long and hard digging into my back when we were sleeping together! So that’s what it was! But why would it get hard when we were snuggling against each other? Without thinking, I blurted out the question. Cody ground his bare toe into the damp sand, and glared at the sparkly water. “I have these dreams...” Then he glanced away. “It doesn’t matter, Callie, really.” But it did! “Tell me, Cody! Please!” Cody can be stubborn when he wants. And no matter how I pleaded, he just would not say another word. Finally he grabbed my fishing pole and marched back to the cabin. We’d both been out after dark before, and usually it was safe enough. But there are wolves and bears in the woods, and sometimes they come close to our cabin when they’re hungry. Shivering, I hurried after him. * * * * * “Cody?” It was late at night, so late that even the crickets had fallen quiet, and the owl had gone back to her nest in the high pine tree. I’d spoken softly, in case he was asleep. But his long sigh proved that he couldn’t sleep, either. A moment, later, his shaggy head appeared at the edge of his bunk, and I knew he was peering down at me. “What?” I couldn’t tell him that I’d been feeling shivery inside all day--and all night-from watching him stroke his big thing down by the creek. Every time I closed my eyes, I could almost feel its heat digging into my spine, as it always did now when we slept together. So I chose a safer subject. “Where do you think Mama and Papa are right now?”

I whispered up at him. Cody swung down beside me. “I dunno, Callie,” he sighed, leaning back against the wall a few inches away from me. “I guess they’re probably with the doctor still--your Mama was so sick, it might take her a long time to get well again.” Without thinking, I leaned against him. Cody caught his breath in surprise, then laid his arm around my shoulder and let me snuggle against his broad chest.

“We’ll do okay until they get back,” he promised. But I knew he was scared that Mama and Papa weren’t coming back at all! “Cody?” My throat was dry, and I had to swallow hard. “I know you said it hurts when we sleep together...but will you stay down here the rest of tonight? I don’t wanta be alone.” “You’re not alone, Callie!” he whispered. “I’ll always be here with you.” I knew he wasn’t talking about staying in bed with me, but I chose to hear it that way. “Thanks!” I smiled, and snuggled down until my head was right in his lap. Cody tensed in surprise, and I felt why. His thing was big and hard again, and it must be hurting terribly, the way it was bobbing up and down! “Oh, Cody, I’m so sorry!” I groaned, feeling just awful that I’d made him hurt like that. “Let me stroke it this time, please! I should, it’s my fault that you’re in such pain!” Before he could stop me, I curled my fingers right around his big thing and hesitantly moved them up and down. It felt so strange in my hand, all hot and hard and soft at the same time! Cody choked back a gasp, and I felt his hand grab at my shoulder like he wanted to push me away. But he couldn’t move, and I thought I knew why--the pain in his pee-thing must be horrible! I moved my hand faster and faster, and felt something slippery-wet under my fingers. It made feel me all hot and shivery inside, and wet between my legs. “Callie...” He was shaking now, and moaning as his hips rose up and down along with my hand. “Callie...” “I’ll make it feel good, Cody, I will!” I panted, bending down to press a healing kiss against the slick tip of his shaft. “Just tell me what to do...” The touch of my mouth seemed to drive him crazy! Gasping, he lunged upward, half-forcing it right into my mouth!

It tasted so strange, not bad like I’d expected, more sweet than salty. It was a good taste, and I wanted to taste it again! So I ran my tongue along one side and over the top. Cody’s moans rose into a hoarse shout as something wet exploded into my mouth and ran down my chin. I swallowed as another hot spurt of white splashed against me, burning my bare chest nubs like liquid fire. That had happened before, when he’d made the pain go away down by the creek. And it had made him feel good. Relieved and oddly excited, I snuggled against him and stroked his thing again as he relaxed beside me. I think we must have fallen asleep that way, because I don’t laying down across my bunk again. But when I woke up, he was right behind me, and I could feel his big thing thrusting up against my back. I didn’t even stop to think this time, I simply rolled around under the single blanket, and began to stroke him. It made me feel like I was on fire, deep inside! It wasn’t true that I couldn’t feel the pleasure, just because I was a girl! Touching him was making me feel good, too, even if I didn’t have a pee-thing of my own! Except that I did, but mine was inside. If I stroked it like I was stroking Cody’s, would it make me feel just as good? My fingers slid down between my thighs, and encountered slick wetness. Just like the slick wetness that was on Cody’s big shaft as he moaned again. And it felt so good as I stroked myself! Cody began to shake harder. We were rolled tight together, and his chest felt prickly and hot against my bare nubs. I could feel his hard thing throbbing between my legs, right where I’d just tried to touch myself! Gasping, I held on tight, and felt him thrust against me again. And again, and again. And each time, he was pushing deeper between my legs! Suddenly his heat was burning into me, pushing harder and harder! I cried out, but his mouth was covering mine, the same way I’d seen Mama and Papa kissing. And then the pain was gone, as we moved together faster and faster, panting and

moaning with delight. Now I knew why Mama and Papa liked sleeping together so much--they’d always tried to be quiet, but I’d heard their soft cries as they’d rolled around on their wide bed on the other side of the cabin! Suddenly Cody stiffened above me, and I could feel him shaking. His moaning turned to loud grunts as he pushed hard, harder, harder...and then he collapsed right on top of me. I felt so weird inside! Like I’d been running for a long time, up a high hill, but I hadn’t quite made it over the top. There was something more to this hipbumping, I was just sure of it! Maybe if I could talk him into doing it again... I didn’t have to beg twice. Cody’s pee-thing was still long and hard. And he was still panting fast, but he really liked the idea of doing it again. “Let’s try it like your Mama and Papa did,” he said, “on their knees. They really liked that!” “Okay.” I rose up on my hands and knees, pretending to be the cute little puppy we’d had back when “The Pulse” had happened. “Like this?” His pee-thing began to bounce up and down. “Oh man, Callie!” he moaned, and jumped up behind me. His hands closed over my hips, and he thrust hard against me again. I yelped and tried to squirm away, because he wasn’t pushing the same place as before. And it hurt as he shoved deeper and deeper, panting and moaning. And then, just like before, it didn’t hurt anymore. I fell forward, and would have fallen, except that he was still holding my hips high in the air. His moaning was loud now, raspy and all garbled, as he slammed hard against me. The pleasure was back, stronger than before. Helplessly I gripped the mattress and threw my head back as sweet delight suddenly washed over me, like a flood during a heavy storm, drowning me, pulling me under. Making me complete. Sparkly colors danced in front of my face as Cody grunted again, and sticky wetness splashed from his pee-thing. I could feel it on my back, and running down between my spread legs, as he gasped for breath behind me.

It was a long time before either of us could move again. When we did, it was to lie against each other again on the thin mattress. Cody moved over me this time, pushing my legs apart and teasing me with that big hot, hard thing until I couldn’t stop laughing. And then he pushed it into me again, very gently, and rocked me back and forth until the magic happened again, and the entire cabin sparkled in pretty colors. * * * * * It’s wintertime now, and the snow is piled up almost to the windowsill. Way down below the mountain, tiny yellow lights shine through the darkness. Mama and Papa are still gone, but I know they’ll be home again next spring. I know they will be! In the meantime, I’ve got Cody. And something weird has been happening to me all fall and winter. My tummy is real big now, and it twitches all the time. Sometimes it hurts, too. But Cody and me, we’re excited. We think there’s a baby in there. Not sure how it got there. But we’re old enough, Mama told me so on that hot summer day nearly three years ago. The pain is starting to get bad, so I think I’m going to go lay down. I’m not scared, because I have Cody with me. If we have a baby tonight, that’ll be a fine thing. We’re ready for it, and glad to be together. But I made Cody promise--no rope. I don’t want him tying me down with this baby. It’s hurting real bad now. But Cody’s laughing, and so am I. No rope. We don’t need it, when we have love, and each other. Oooooh, it hurts! Mama, it hurts so bad! Make it stop, Cody, make it stop!! I can’t, I can’t! Oh God, Cody, it’s killing me! I can’t! Cody, please... Please... NOOOOOOOO......................................... Cody, what...what happened?

Oh wow! Wow, Cody, will you look at that! Mama, you won’t believe--it’s a girl!

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