Summary: Vera is a girl living on a plantation in the slave era. But she's the last thing anyone expects in a world of Southern Belles.
Notes: This is sort of the background peice. It will get more intresting in further installments. Future installments will explore f/f, m/f, m/m/f, and m/f/f relationships.
Part 1
Vera was an odd girl. Definatly not the southern bell she should have been in the day and age she was born into.The slave trade was a part of her life from the time she was born, so she never had reason to think it wrong. Especially since she was taught it was right before she had the inclination to sort out right and wrong for herself. But she soon came to defy all the things she was taught to be.
Her mother had her shoved into dresses everyday from the day she was born. And when her brown hair grew long, she had it placed in cute little curls positioned perfectly on her head. But Vera was not content with her mother's design. She had an older brother, Charlie, who was allowed to run about in pants. Clothes he outgrew were often tossed to the slave boys. But Vera was always curious about things forbidden to her and pants were no exception. Starting at five years old, she began to steal her brother's pants and shirts from the laundry. Even though she was facinated by the forbidden pants, Vera and her brother grew up virtual strangers. But she did not stop stealing pants he outgrew at the first opportunity. She didn't know why she liked pants, maybe it was just the fact she wasn't suppose to have them.
Charlie was three years older than Vera and a tall boy, so the first time she stole a pair of his pants they were much too large (she didn't bother to put on a top as she noticed the slave boys never wore them). She didn't care. She ran out on the cotton feild in them and they fell off. A slave woman scooped up the naked child and returned her to her parents who scolded her. But the slave woman, Helen, only 20 at the time found the child entirely amusing. Helen had been turned into a house slave to wetnurse Vera. And since her son's Mammy had passed away, the youngster took over those duties too. But Charlie never held much respect for her as a Mammy and she and Helen adored each other so much, he found it easier to stay by his father's side. Perhaps the connection was missing because Charlie hadn't suckled at Helen's breast the way Vera had since birth. Helen's skin was facinating to Vera. She was the darkest girl on the plantation and she loved her complexion, it was like very Black Silk. Her hair was short and crinckly, but always soft. Vera loved to brush it. And she enjoyed the contrast of Helen's darkness against her own creamy skin when she crawled into her lap and wrapped her arms around her.
By the time Vera was 11, her mother had given up on making her a proper southern bell. Expecting her only to keep up appearances when company was around. She didn't bother to do her hair anymore. It grew to be quite long (reaching her butt) and she wore it in a braid down her back. She wore plain brown pants and a collared shirt almost everyday. She enjoyed riding on horses and pretending to go on adventures. Because most of the adventure stories she read had boys as the hero, she pretended to be those boys. Helen indulged in her fantasy life, but it was Helen's sons who became her playmates. Twins Joseph and Abraham had arrived to the world only a month before Vera. They were twins of a very light caramel complexion with Curly hair. They cleaned the house and did menial jobs. Since they were of about the same age as Vera they quite enjoyed being a part of her games when they were free from work. This is why, she soon found out, the other slave boys rejected them. Abraham and Joseph had always had each other and lived in there own world and had their own language, so it didn't hurt them to much. They did whatever duties they were assigned around the house and kept each other company. Vera, facinated by the possiblity siblings could be close, slowly goaded the boys into play. They were scared at first, but soon grew to like Vera. Vera's mother was not pleased, but she the girl's determination soon won out and she got her way.
Abraham and Joseph didn't mind being the underlings in her game. If she was a pirate captain, they were her men. If she was at war, she was the captain and they her soilders. As she hit her 12th year, she began to be more curious about slavery. She felt closer to Helen than she did her mother and closer to Abraham and Joseph than she did her brother. She certainly met far more white people she found upleasant than blacks. And when she said this to the twins, they looked shocked. She knew they didn't fully trust her because she was white. Vera still cringed when slaves were beaten ('See, she's still a light hearted lady' her father joked to her mother, Vera didn't find it amusing). Then something horrifying happened when she was 13, she caught her father forcing himself on Helen. She was crying as he assulted her with the thing between his legs. Vera lived on a plantation and raised animals, so she knew the basics of reproduction. But the violence of this act caused her to cry for Helen. She started beating on her father's back begging him to stop and her threw her against the wall. She passed out the impact was so hard.
She woke up in her bed with Helen towling at her head. He lied to her mother about how it had happened and later told Vera little girls were not to see those things or mention them. Unfortunatly, men had beastly needs and needed the slave girls to relieve them. Something about this statement offended her greatly. When she was left alone with Helen, she grasped her around her neck and cried on her shoulder.
"Did he hurt you much?" Vera asked of the 27 year old.
"Not so much anymore," she adimitted honestly. "Hurt real bad the first time, I was only 12 seasons along. I didn't juice well, but he ain't care."
Vera was such a different child, she had a hard time imagining she'd be offended by such bold talk. She trusted Vera far more than she should any white person.
"Juice well?"
"Yeah, women, we sort of make juice to make slippin' in easier for the man mounting us. We can get stretched a lot down there." Helen said. "He prefer younger ones, I thought he was done with me."
She started to cry again and then the child did something that shocked her, she kissed her tears. She knew she should tell her to stop, but she did nothing. She let the tender kissing continue. She didn't even stop her when the little girls lips met her own. She didn't move at all and then the girl wrapped her arms around her neck.
"I wish you and me and the twins could run away and live in a house away from all this."
"I wish that too," Helen said and stepped away from the child. She was getting a very odd stirring in her lower regions. Something completly unexpected and she didn't know what to do with it. It was only when she was confined alone in her room that she went ahead and pleasured herself to release, imagining the little face kissing away her tears.
Vera, in the meantime was quite facinated by the fact she could 'juice' as Helen had called it. When she was alone, she undressed and openned her legs and began to touch her slit. Then she got afraid and put her clothes back on. But her facination with sex was just beginning. And, as usual, Vera was destined to break all the rules.