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Chapter 1
On Vacation before sending off their youngest to college, the Petersons were driving their Toyota Prius along the central coast in California.
“This is going to be great.” Jonathan Peterson, the head of the family said looking over at his wife.
“Sure is hon.” Samantha looked over at her husband, and then back at her two daughters.
At forty-two, Samantha had done her best to keep in shape, which she had manage to do quite well, even after having had two daughters.
She had a well manicured appearance, and her curly blonde hair was shiny and well kept.
Her white blouse, though buttoned, showed off her large natural size DD breasts.
“What you say girls?”
“Yeah mom.” Allison looked over at her mom.
Allison was going to miss her parents next month when she goes off to college, but at the same time she was very excited as well.
“Oh god, is that what’s she’s wearing, that is so not her color.” Deena looked at a photo on her phone, and texted her friend.
Deena had been working as a beautician for a year now, ever since she flunked out of college.
Though Jonathan and Samantha were a bit a disappointed that their daughter had flunked out, they hadn’t been that surprised. They were however glad that she had found a job that really suited her. Deena had always cared more about how she looked than how she did in school.
Her makeup and platinum blonde hair was always in perfect condition, and she clothes were of the latest fashion. When she turned 18, she even convinced her parents to pay for breast implants. She went from a size 32B to a 32DD.
“Why don’t you put that down for a second and enjoy the view.” Samantha told her daughter as she looked out at the ocean.
“Or have a conversation with your sister, you know she’ll be going out of state next month.” Jonathan said looking back at his daughters in the rear view mirror.
“Fine.” Deena took one last selfie and typed; “On the road with my s*s and parents.”, and posted it.
Deena then took out a small box from her designer purse, and handed her sister. “Got you something. Just a going away present.”
Allison looked a bit surprised at her sister.
When she opened the box, she found a bracelet with small silver dolphins hanging from it.
“Wow… it’s beautiful.” Allison had always loved dolphins.
“Well…” Deena had tried to hide her feelings, but she was actually going to miss her little sister.
Allison leaned over and gave her sister a hug.
Then as Jonathan drove through another small tunnel that had been carved out of the coast mountains, a huge white fog bank appeared, engulfing the car.
“What is that?!” Jonathan then spoke out with concern.
“They didn’t say anything about bad weather today.” Samantha said as Jonathan slowed down.
Then suddenly everything was covered in the fog.
South Alabama, 1848
“Mmm mm.” Mary Sue was on her knees in front of the two black farm hands.
The young farmers daughter Mary Sue had gone up to the western part of the farm with some water, where the farm hands, William and Mack were mending the fences.
Mary Sue watched them for a moment, admiring their strong physique.
They had no shirts on their backs, so their ebony chests glistened with sweat.
Then after handing them the water, Mary Sue slid the top of her worn summer dress down around her waist.
The young farm hands watched her soft perky white breasts as they undid their pants.
Both of them knew the score. The young white woman loved to milk the black bucks.
Mary Sue had half of Williams thick black cock in her mouth, eagerly sucking him at the same time as she was stroking Mack’s with her free hand.
“Ah, just like that miss.” William had his hand on Mary Sue’s dirty blonde hair, slowly pushing more and more of his black cock into her mouth.
Mary Sue gagged on his huge cock “Gwah.” She then leaned over and took Mack’s cock in her mouth. Not as thick as William, she had an easier time with Mack, though his manhood proved longer.
“Mm mmm mm.” The half naked woman really slurped on the black farm hand’s cock.
Mary Sue loved every second she had their black cocks in her mouth.
“Ah ah.” Mack slowly started to grunt as Mary Sue looked up at him.
“Mmm, you gonna give me your negro juices?” She wrapped her lips around his cock again.
“Ah sure am miss, ah surrrr.” Mack bucked with his hip as he shot a huge load of hot cum in Mary Sue’s mouth.
Mmm… so good… Mary Sue felt stream after stream land on her tongue as she loved the delicious taste.
She kept her lips tight around his cockhead, making sure she could swallow every last bit of it.
Seeing this William had to squeeze his cock hard not to cum, as he wanted to fill the young farmer’s daughter’s mouth with his seed as well.
Letting go of Mack, Mary Sue tried to catch her breath for a moment, but the second she opened her mouth, William shoved his thick cock inside her mouth.
“Ah aahh.” William absolutely exploded as Mary Sue’s eyes widened.
Even though she hadn’t had time to catch her breath fully, she wasn’t about to miss out on this.
She tried to swallow as much as she could, but some of his cum leaked out of her mouth.
“Ahh!” William had his eyes closed and looked up into the sky as he made one final thrust with his hips, emptying his big black balls in Mary Sue’s mouth.
“Mmm.” Mary Sue licked her lips as William slowly pulled out of her mouth.
“Thank you boys… That was delicious.” Mary Sue smiled as she stood up.
Both farm hands still had their hungry eyes on her sweet perky breasts, as Mary Sue pulled up her dress and hid them from sight.
“Next time.” She smiled.
“Phew… hard work on the farm.” William and Mack wiped the sweat from their fore heads, looking at the white girl walk away.
Half a mile away,on a dirt road leading into the small town of Elmore, a large fog bank appeared.
Then a moment later it disappeared, leaving a Toyota Prius in the middle of the road.
“Is everyone okay?” Jonathan looked at his wife and daughters.
“Yeah.” “Think so.” They all said as Jonathan tried to get the car started.
“It wont start.” Jonathan looked around and didn’t recognized the surroundings.
“Where are we, and what happened?” Samantha looked out at the dirt road and corn crops alongside the road.
“Don’t know.” Jonathan got out of the car.
“My phone is dead.” Deena said as the rest of the family checked their phones.
“Mine too.” “So is mine.” None of their phones were working.
Jonathan looked around trying to find a sign or something, when he saw an old horse and wagon coming towards them from down the road.
On top of the wagon there were two black men, Andre and Charles, who were on their way back from town. Andre wore a straw hat, bare chest and dirty pants, while Charles who was driving the horse, wore a farmer’s shirt and a pair of working pants.
“You need help mistuh?” Charles asked as he saw the white man waving him down, and three women standing next to some strange contraption
Charles and Andre both looked at the three women, and thought that they wore rather strange clothes for women, as none of the women wore dresses, though one of the women, Deena did wear a skirt.
“Yeah, our car wont start.” Jonathan said looking up at the black man.
“Ya what?” Charles was confused as he had never heard that word before.
“Our car.” Jonathan looked back at the Prius as Charles and Andre looked at each other.
“Maybe it’s how rich white folk say about their carriage?” Andre said to Charles as he nodded.
“Did your horses run off mistuh?.” Charles then asked.
“Our horses? No.” Jonathan couldn’t understand why they were asking about horses.
“Then how did mistuh get all the way out here with ya carriage?” Charles asked.
“We drove, never mind, do you happen to have a phone on you, ours seems to be broken.” Jonathan then asked them.
“A phone?” Charles looked over at Andre who shook his head as well.
“Well, is there a town nearby.” Jonathan then asked the black man who were holding the horse lead rope.
“Yeah, Elmore. Half a day’s ride that way.” Charles said pointing in the opposite direction.
“Half a day’s ride, that seems like a long way to walk Jonathan.” Samantha said to her husband.
“We can give mistuh a ride back to the farm, maybe mastah Thompson can help ya with yur carriage.” Charles then told them.
“Mastah…? They can’t mean?” Samantha said a bit quiet like to her husband.
“No, I’m sure we just misheard or something.” Jonathan didn’t think anyone could be that racist anymore, that they would have their black farm hands call them Master.
“Yeah, that would be great if you could give us a ride.” Jonathan told the black men.
“I’m Jonathan by the way, and this is my wife Samantha, and my two daughters Allison and Deena.” Jonathan then told them as looked over at the women.
“Me am Charles mastah Jonathan, and this here is Andre.” Charles said as Jonathan immediately felt uneasy being called mastah.
“No, don’t call me that, I’m no one’s master. And no one should have you call them mastah either.”
Jonathan told Charles and Andre.
Both Charles and Andre looked strangely at Jonathan, and then just shook their heads like he just k**ded.
Andre stepped down and walked to the back of the wagon, to help them up on the wagon.
Andre held out his hand and helped Jonathan up the wagon, and then held his hand to help Samantha.
“Thank you.” Samantha took his large hand and looked at the bare chested black man, as she smiled to be polite, but Andre’s musky body odor made her turn her head a little.
Andre then helped Allison up who smiled and thanked him, but then Deena came up and took his hand. “Eww… bathe much.” Deena winched her nose and said in her valley girl way.
“Deena!” Samantha looked at her daughter as Charles laughed from up front.
“Ha hahaha, bathe much.” Charles laughed at Andre as he got up next to him, as he then smacked the horse rope to make the horses move.
“Farmers do smell a bit, but that’s no reason to be rude.” Samantha looked over at her daughter.
“If mistah don’t mind me asking, where are ya from. Me never seen a carriage like yurs.” Charles asked Jonathan.
“We’re from California.” Jonathan told him. “By the way, where are we?”
“Californ… don’t know that place… Yur in Alabama.” Charles then said which made the Peterson family all look even more confused.
“Alabama… how did we… that’s all the way across the country.” Jonathan said.
“This is so bizarre, I can’t wait to tweet about this.” Deena said trying yet again to get her phone to work.
“Honey, do you think.” Samantha, who came from a christian household whispered to her husband as she looked up at the sky.
“Don’t be silly, I’m sure there’s a rational explanation.” Jonathan said though he had no idea what that rational explanation would be.
Charles then turned the wagon into a smaller road where there were cotton fields on both sides.
Black men and women worked the fields, some looked up and nodded at Charles and Andre as they rode by.
“This seems really weird.” Samantha then whispered. “Black people, picking cotton like this.”
“I didn’t think they harvested cotton like this anymore.” Allison said.
“Obviously they do, it’s not like we’ve gone back in time.” Deena said obnoxiously.
“Here we are, mastah Thompson's farm.” Charles told them as he drove the wagon up to a larger house.
Before they had time to get out of the wagon, Edward Thompson walked out from the house.
Edward had inherited the farm from his parents and had managed to turn it into a rather successful cotton plantation.
He looked out at the wagon as he pulled up his shirt straps and walked out.
“Who are these nice people then Charles?” Edward looked over at the Petersons as Charles walked around the horses.
“We found them on the side of the road mastah Thompson, their carriage broke down, and their horses ran off.” Charles told him.
“I see.” Edward looked over at the back of the wagon where Andre was helping them down.
“You have the money from the sale?” Edward asked Charles.
“Oh yes mastah Thompson, 42 dollar and… 37 cents.” Charles held out the small purse as he looked up and counted in his head.
“That’s a nice profit. Why don’t you go inside and give it to Mrs. Thompson.” Edward told Charles.
“Yes mastah Thompson.”
“And Charles…” Edward said as Charles stopped next to him.
“Mrs. Thompson has been waiting for you, she’s upstairs.” Edward gave Charles a special look, as he knowingly nodded back.
Edward Thompson then walked over to the Petersons who had just gotten down from the wagon.
Edward found the women to be wearing rather strange clothes, pants instead of dresses.
“I understand that your carriage broke down and your horses ran off.” Edward came up to Jonathan.
“Our car broke down.” Jonathan said as Edward looked a bit confused.
“Ehm, well I’m sure I can have some of my boys go out and get it.” Edward told him as Samantha, Allison and Deena came up behind Jonathan.
“Where are my manners, I’m Edward Thompson, and this is my plantation.” Edward said with pride.
Plantation… Jonathan was rather surprised that they would call it that these days.
“Jonathan Peterson. This is my wife Samantha, and these are my daughters, Deena and Allison.” Jonathan shook Edward’s hand.
“Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Peterson.” Edward gently nodded to Samantha.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Thompson.” Samantha said as Allison and Deena said hello.
“Nice family you have Mr. Peterson, I’ve got three k**s myself, two girls and a boy, about the same age as yours. Though they’re out doing their chores at the moment, they should be back soon.” Edward said.
“Thank you. Though about our car, if we could just borrow your phone, I’m sure we could just call a local repair shop and they could come out and get it.” Jonathan then asked.
“Phone, I’m not sure what you mean?” Edward looked a bit confused.
“A phone.” Jonathan took out his phone as Edward looked at it.
“What does it do?” He asked as the Peterson family all got a strange feeling when Edward didn’t know what a phone was.
“You call people.” Jonathan. “George!” Edward called out as one of the black men near his house ran over to him.
“Like that? Wouldn’t it just be easier to call out without that thing?” Edward said.
“No, you use it to call people that are far away.” Jonathan didn’t know if Edward was actually pulling his leg, or if he was serious.
“Wow, how does that work?” Edward asked curious.
“Well it doesn’t, our phones seem to all be broken.” Jonathan told him.
“That’s a shame… well I’m afraid I can’t help you with that, never heard of a phone before.” Edward told him.
“But I tell you what, you are more than welcome to stay here until you’ve gotten everything sorted out.” Edward said.
“Thank you Mr. Thompson, that’s very kind of you.” Samantha told him as she could tell that Jonathan was getting a bit frustrated that Edward didn’t know what a phone was.
“My wife should be down in a bit, I’m sure she would love to meet you, Mrs Peterson.” Edward told Samantha.
Upstairs in the house, Charles was on top of a naked Mrs. Emma Thompson, slamming his big black cock deep inside her white pussy.
“Oh god yes, you’re such a big nigger.” Emma moaned out.
Charles thrusted his hips back and forth with such intensity that the corners of the bed slammed against the wall. He then leaned down and planted his big lips on Emma's and passionately tongue kissed her.
“Mmm.” Emma moaned as she absolutely loved to be in the arms of a smelly negro.
Charles then raised himself up and looked down at the blissful expression of the white woman that he was inside of. Something he loved to see.
He watched her soft naked breasts move with each of his thrusts, before he slowed his pace, leaned down and sucked her tits.
Charles then raised himself up again and looked down at Mrs. Thompson as he picked up his pace.
“Uh uhh uh!” Charles grunted loudly with each heavy thrust.
“Yes yes yes yess!” Emma leaned back as she felt Charles’s cock grow even bigger inside of her.
“Ahhh!” With one powerful thrust Charles emptied his big black balls inside of Mrs. Thompson.
“Yesssss!” Emma Thompson screamed out in orgasm, her hands grabbing the backboard of the bed.
“Mmm… you were so good Charles.” Emma looked up at Charles as he pulled his thick cock out of her pussy. When he did, cum leaked out onto the bedsheets.
“Thank you missus Thompson.” Charles stood up, his ten inch black cock was still hard as he pulled up his pants.
“You really are my favorite negro.” Emma told him with a smile on her face as Charles gave her a smile back.
He took a long look at her naked white body before he left the bedroom, though he knew that he would be back.
Outside Edward Thompson showed the Petersons one of the barns.
“Here’s where most of the negroes who work near the house sleep.”
“How can you call them the n-word, that’s so racist.” Allison then spoke out after she had listened to Edward use the word more than once.
N word… raci… What is this girl on about… Edward thought to himself.
“What do you mean… N word?” Edward had never heard those words before.
“Negro, okay.” Allison said with a rather determined voice, though she didn’t want to use the word.
“That seems confusing, calling a negro, the n word.” Edward looked a bit confused at Allison’s outrage.
“But it’s just wrong to call an african american...a “ Allison said as she quieted down a bit “negro.”
“Hey Pa, do we have visitors?” A young woman in a summer dress walked up behind Edward.
“Abigail, yes we do. This is my oldest daughter Abigail, this is the Petersons.” Edward introduced his daughter.
Abigail Thompson was tall and slender with her dirty blonde hair in a long braid down her back.
She was a very pretty young woman, with a few small freckles on her face.
The top of her summer dress was open in the front, clearly revealing that she had rather large breasts for a tall and slender woman.
Jonathan tried not to look at the 20 year old woman’s chest as she curtseyed, but he couldn’t help but glance down.
Something Samantha noticed and gave her husband a nudge, which made Jonathan lookup.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” Abigail said smiling.
“Where’s your sister and brother?” Edward then asked his daughter.
“I think I saw Mary Sue by the stables, and Richard is probably over at the Chathams, visiting his darling Rebecca.” Abigail told her father.
“My son Richard is engaged to the Chatham’s daughter Rebecca, we expect to the wedding to be announced in a month or two.” Edward said proudly as the Chatham were a bit more well off than himself.
“Abigail, why don’t you take Allison and Deena here, and show them around a bit.” Edward told her daughter as he saw his wife Emma walk out on the porch up and the house.
“Sure thing Pa.” Abigail said walking over to the two girl and slid her arms into theirs.
“Let me show you the barn here.” Abigail walked away with the Allison and Deena.
“Can I just ask you, why do you wear a man’s clothes?” Abigail looked at Allison who wore pants and shirt top.
“I keep telling her that she should wear more feminine clothes.” Deena jumped in as she wore a skirt and nice blouse with a bit of cleavage.
“I like these clothes, and they’re not a man’s clothes. I just don’t…” Allison had never been comfortable in more revealing clothes, though she sometimes wished that she had her sister’s courage to dress more feminine.
“Well never mind, I think I have a dress that you can borrow.” Abigail told Allison.
Abigail then walked Allison and Deena around the side of the barn and into the open doors.
“This is where our negroes sleep who work up at the house.” Abigail said, but just as Allison was about to get upset that Abigail called them negroes, Allison’s eyes widened.
Standing in a tree tub taking a bath was a tall, ripped and very naked black man.
He held a water bucket above his head and poured water over his body.
The water ran down on his ebony chest, over his muscled stomach and dripped off the tip of his manhood.
Before she looked away, Allison’s eyes wandered down to his crotch where she saw his footlong black cock hang between his legs.
Deena’s jaw dropped a bit as well, though she didn’t look away.
“Miss Abigail, did you need me for something?” The black man stopped rubbing water on him chiseled chest for a moment as he looked over at Abigail and the two other women.
“No Jeremiah, I’m just showing our new guests around for a bit.” Abigail told him as she took a long look at Jeremiah before looking over at Allison and Deena.
“Okay miss Abigail.” Jeremiah started rubbing some water over his muscled chest again, making no attempt to hide his naked body.
Abigail noticed how Deena was staring at Jeremiah which put a smile on her face.
“If you want I could arrange for Jeremiah to come to your bed chamber later.” Abigail leaned over to Deena.
“What? No… I would never… I…” The usually so confident Deena suddenly blushed.
“Ehm, could we maybe… I mean, we don’t want to bother Jeremiah when he’s taking a bath.” Allison then said as she accidently took another peek at him.
“Oh we don’t bother him.” “Jeremiah, we aren’t bothering you, are we?” Abigail asked Jeremiah.
“Oh no miss Abigail.” Jeremiah said running his hand along his black shaft, then holding it up as he washed his big black balls.
With that Allison forgot that she “should” look away as both sisters gawked at Jeremiah.
“As I said this is where the negroes sleep.” Abigail said as she laughed a little as the sisters snapped out of looking at Jeremiah.
“Oh, yeah.” Allison was so flustered that she forgot to get upset that Abigail used the word negro.
The barn itself was separated into two parts by a large wall in the middle.
Abigail opened a door the lead into the other part, on which side the roof had several parts that could be opened and closed, to let sunlight in.
“This is where us women usually take showers and baths.” Abigail said as there were several large tree tubs in the middle, as well as two open showers that were connected to a couple of large barrels filled with water.
“I could really use a shower, this dust is really getting into my hair.” Deena said brushing her hair a bit.
“Well I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow morning, the barrels are empty at the moment. But I’ll have some of our farm hands fill them up for you so you can take a shower tomorrow.” Abigail told Deena.
“Thanks.” Deena smiled.
Back at the house, Edward was introducing his wife Emma to the Petersons.
“My wife Emma. This is Jonathan and Samantha Peterson.”
“Pleasure to meet you mam.” Jonathan said feeling a bit more country as he called her mam.
“Oh it’s Emma.” She told him as she looked over at Samantha.
“Nice to meet you Samantha.” Emma found it a bit strange that Samantha was wearing pants instead of a dress.
“Nice to meet you Emma.” Samantha said as she noticed that though Emma’s dress was fancier than that of her daughters, she also had the top of her dress opened in the front like her daughter. Which made her breasts quite visible from certain angles, especially if she leaned over.
“Did you see that the Andersons are holding another feast next week?” Emma said to her husband as she looked down at a news paper that laid on a table on the porch.
“Yeah, those sons of…” Edward stopped before he cursed. “Pardon me.”
“It’s okay, do you mind if I have a look at the paper.” Jonathan then said as he thought he noticed something about the paper.
“Not at all.” Edward handed Jonathan the paper as Jonathan’s eyes widened.
“This can’t be right.” Jonathan looked down at the paper.
“What is it honey?” Samantha asked as Jonathan handed her the paper.
Samantha looked for a bit when she noticed the date; June 12th 1848.
“The year is… 1848.” Samantha said shocked.
“Of course.” Emma looked over at the shocked woman standing in front of her.
“But it’s 2016.” Samantha said.
“What? 2016? Gosh, Edward, can’t you tell that she’s clearly been out in the sun for too long. Haven’t you offered them some water.” Emma told her husband.
“Oh sorry, of course, I’ll go and get some.” Edward walked off as Emma had Samantha sit down.
“My gosh, you’re really are warm.” Emma felt Samantha’s forehead.
“I’ll better go and hurry Edward.” Emma said as Jonathan then sat down next to Samantha.
“That white fog… we went… back through time?” Jonathan then said.
“Is that… possible?” Samantha looked at her husband.
“I… didn’t think so…” Jonathan then saw the small silver cross around his wife’s neck.
“We can’t tell the Thompsons anything about this… the people back here, they’re god fearing folks. They might think that we’re witches or something if we start talking about that we’re from 2016.” Jonathan told Samantha who nodded in agreement.
“Here’s a glass of water.” Edward and Emma both came out with glasses of water.
“Thank you.” Samantha said playing along as she drank the water, pretending that she had just suffered from light heat stroke.
“Yeah, guess we just needed something to drink.” Jonathan said as he took some water as well.
“The sun can do strange things with you if you aren’t careful.” Edward said as Emma nodded.
“You feeling better now?” Emma who had sat down next to Samantha asked her.
“Yes, thank you. I’m feeling much better now.”
“Maybe you should lie down for a bit, I could show you upstairs.” Emma said.
“No, I’m fine, thank you.” Samantha gave Emma a smile and took another sip of the glass of water.
When Abigail, Deena and Allison came out from the barn, they saw their parents up at the house.
“Why don’t you two go up to the house. I’ll be up in a minute, I just have to tell Jeremiah and some of the boys that they need to fill the barrels.” Abigail told them.
“Oh they don’t have to just because of us, we can take a shower another time.” Allison told Abigail as she didn’t want the black men to have to work just because of them.
“But…” Deena quickly added. “If it’s no trouble.” She said as she really wanted to take a shower in the morning.
“It’s no trouble. I’ll see you up at the house.” Abigail then said as Deena and Allison nodded and walked up towards the house.
Abigail got a naughty smile on her face as she then turned around and walked back to the barn.
“Hi Jeremiah.” Abigail looked over at the naked black stud.
“Miss Abigail, I was just finished if you need something.” Jeremiah was just about to step out of the knee high water filled tub.
“You’re not finished.” Abigail told him as she let her dress fall to the ground, revealing her naked and silky smooth white body.
Her ample breasts made a slight bounce as she took a step towards him, her nipples were hard from seeing him before.
Abigail kept her eyes on him, seeing how he followed her every move as she walked over to him.
She then stepped into the small tub of water and up close, her breasts pressed against his strong chest. Abigail looked into his hungry eyes for a moment as she felt his big long cock start to push against her thigh.
She then leaned in and kissed him. Jeremiah then took charge as he kissed her in a very powerful way with his big lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth, tongue kissing her passionately.
Jeremiah then reached up and cupped both of Abigail’s soft breasts with his strong hands.
Leaning back a bit, looking down on her breasts for a second as he fondled them.
Jeremiah then leaned down and parted his lips wide to suck on as much of her right tit as possible, at the same time as he licked on her sensitive nipple.
“Mmmm.” Abigail moaned as Jeremiah moved over to the left breast and sucked on her nipple.
Abigail then put her hands on Jeremiah’s shoulders, motioning him to stand back up.
“I’m going to clean your negro cock with my mouth.” Abigail felt so naughty for uttering such words.
Looking into Jeremiah’s eyes for a moment, she then lowered herself down.
The tree tub was a tight fit, so she barely had room to get down on her knees, but she managed squeeze her knees inside of it.
Abigail looked at the Jeremiah’s mighty black cock as it stood straight out.
My god it’s so big… Abigail then closed her eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head and licked the tip.
“Mmm.” She sucked the head a few times before she started taking more and more into her mouth.
Soon she bobbed her head in and out, speeding up more and more.
So good… Abigail had wanted to go over and suck his negro cock the second she and her new friends saw him taking a bath. Though she had told her father that she would show them around, and she didn’t want to be rude.
“Miss Abigail… oh, sorry Miss Abigail, ah didn’t mean to disturb you.” Bessie, one of the black housemaids came into the barn, as she looked away a bit.
“That’s okay Bessie, what is it?” Abigail looked over at the somewhat chubby maid, while still stroking Jeremiah’s hard cock.
“Miss Emma asked me to come get you, she wanted you to come up to tha house.” Bessie found it hard not to look over at the strong and handsome Jeremiah.
Bessie had always gotten rather warm and flustered when she saw Jeremiah and now he was completely naked.
“Oh, okay. Thank you Bessie.” Abigail felt a bit disappointed that she couldn’t finish with Jeremiah as she looked up at him and gave him one last stroke.
Then as Abigail stood up and walked over to her dress that laid on the ground, she saw how Bessie kept looking over at Jeremiah.
“Hm.” Abigail got a smile on her face.
“Bessie, come over her for a moment.” Abigail said as she slipped into her dress.
“Yes miss Abigail.” The ebony woman in her maid outfit walked over to Abigail.
“You like Jeremiah, don’t you?” Abigail walked up behind Bessie, and motioned her to turn to look at Jeremiah.
“Ah…” Bessie blushed a bit.
“I know you do, and I know he likes you.” Abigail then whispered to her as her eyes lit up a little.
“Miss… what are…” Bessie noticed that Abigail had started to undo her maid outfit.
Abigail undid the last knot on the back of the maid outfit. She then held Bessie’s arms out a bit and let her maid outfit fall to the ground, exposing Bessie’s voluptuous naked body.
She had always had a full figure, and at twenty four years old, her body was very curvy.
Her huge breasts had started to sag a bit due to their heavy nature, but they were still very full and round. Her belly was big and flabby, though more firm than loose.
Though nothing was bigger than her butt, which was absolutely massive.
Bessie now stood there completely naked, which made her feel a bit flustered as Jeremiah could clearly see all of her. Nervously she put her hands together over her chubby belly squeezing her huge full breast together a bit.
“Look at Jeremiah.” Abigail told her as Bessie slowly looked up at him.
When she saw the way Jeremiah looked at her, like he wanted her, Bessie suddenly felt a lot more at ease, confident even, as she slowly let her arms fall to her sides.
“Now, I want you to go over there, and take his big negro cock in your mouth. And I want you to suck him until he explodes.” Abigail then said quiet like to Bessie.
Bessie gently nodded her head. ”Okay, miss Abigail.”
Bessie’s wide hips and big butt moved sexily as she walked over to Jeremiah.
She had never felt so horny in her entire life.
As she stood in front of him, she looked up at him breathing heavily, excitingly.
Bessie then looked down on his big black cock, looking up at Jeremiah one last time before going down on her knees.
Her belly almost touched the ground, her heavy breasts hung down as she leaned in and took his cock head into her eager mouth.
“Mmm…” Bessie moaned. She had dreamed of pleasuring Jeremiah, and now she was actually doing it.
Mmm Jeremiah… Bessie sucked his thick cock more and more, taking more and more into her mouth. Licking it with her tongue, almost slobbering over it.
Bessie wanted to please him better than anyone had ever done.
She then felt his strong hands on her shoulders, making her let go of his cock and look up at him.
Jeremiah then leaned down and planted his lips on hers, kissing her.
Jeremiah’s licked her upper lip with his tongue as Bessie closed her eyes, and held her mouth open.
The next thing her lips felt was a thick cock being slid in between them.
Bessie then eagerly tightened her lips around it, and started to suck him again.
Shortly after Bessie felt Jeremiah lay his strong hand on the back of her head, as he started to buck with his hips.
She looked up at him and saw how much he was enjoying her mouth, which made Bessie feel so happy and even more eager to please Jeremiah.
“Mm mm mm.” Bessie slurped on Jeremiah’s fat black cock with such passion.
“Uh uh uhh uh.” Jeremiah grunted as Bessie felt his cock grow bigger in her mouth.
With one last buck from Jeremiah, Bessie felt a thick load of cum land on her tongue, and then another, and another.
Keeping her lips wrapped tight around his cock, she swallowed more and more of his hot cum.
“Mmm.” Bessie moaned as Jeremiah emptied his balls into her mouth.
Bessie had never felt so good in her life, having Jeremiah’s cock in her mouth, swallowing his man juices.
“Ahhh…” Jeremiah breathed heavily as Bessie licked the last drop of cum from the tip of his cock.
“Ah have… liked you for some time now miss Bessie.” Jeremiah then said as Bessie’s eyes lit up.
“You have?” Bessie got up onto her feet, her belly and large heavy breasts bounced as she stood up.
“Yes miss Bessie.” Jeremiah blushed as he looked at Bessie.
“I really like you too Jeremiah.” Bessie looked at Jeremiah with such happiness.
“Then... maybe we can do this again sometime?” Jeremiah looked down at Bessie.
“I would really like that… Jeremiah.”
The sun was setting, so supper was being prepared up at the house.
Earlier Emma Thompson had sent Abigail to get her sister.
“I bet you are all hungry, after what you’ve through today, with your carriage breaking down and all.” Edward told the Petersons as they all sat around the table.
“Yes we are, thank you Mr. Thompson.” Jonathan looked over at him.
“I’ve told you Jonathan, It’s Edward.” Edward said as Jonathan nodded.
“It really is a lovely home you have Emma.” Samantha looked over at Emma Thompson.
“Thank you, my husband has worked hard to keep it this way.” Emma lovingly smiled at her husband.
As they sat and talked, Bessie and Elvira, another house maid, along with James, an older black servant in his later forties, came in with supper.
“Thank you James.” Edward said as James put down the plate.
“Thank you Bessie.” Bessie put down a plate in front of Emma.
“Thank you.” Allison smiled as she was served supper by Elvira.
This feels so wrong… Allison thought to herself.
Allison felt rather uncomfortable being served supper by what appeared to be black slaves.
At least the Thompsons seem to be treating them fairly well… Allison then thought to herself.
From the side of the room, Abigail and her sister Mary Sue walked in, having dusted off their dresses as best as they could.
“Found her Pa.” Abigail walked over and gave her father a small kiss, and then her mother.
“Sorry I’m late Pa, lot’s to do in the stables.” Mary Sue apologize as she did the same as her sister.
“This is my youngest, Mary Sue.” Edward told the Petersons.
“This is, Jonathan and Samantha Peterson, and their daughters Deena and Allison.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” Mary Sue curtseyed.
“Nice to meet you Mary Sue.” Jonathan and the rest followed in.
A moment later Bessie came out with Abigail’s supper.
“Did it go well with Jeremiah?” Abigail leaned in and whispered to Bessie.
“Oh yes, thank you miss Abigail.” Bessie smiled.
“I’m glad.” Abigail smiled back.
Edward then looked over at Jonathan.
“So Jonathan, what do you do over in California, you a rancher?”
“No, I’m an architect. I design houses, ap…” Jonathan was about to say apartment complexes, but stopped himself as they had probably not heard of such a thing.
“salons, stores and other buildings.”
“Ah, I could tell that you were an educated man.” Edward said as Jonathan nodded with some pride.
After the supper, when the night rolled in, Edward and Emma showed the Petersons upstairs to their bedrooms.
“I hope you two girls don’t mind sharing a bed.” Emma walked over to one of the rooms in the western part of the house.
Deena wasn’t very happy about it, but she decided for once to not make a big deal out of it.
“I think we can manage, thank you.” Deena told her as Allison agreed.
“Elvira has put out some evening gowns for the two of you, as well as dresses for tomorrow. You can put the clothes you are wearing in the basket over there and Elvira will wash them for you.” Emma told them.
Deena and Allison walked in and looked around in their room as Edward and Emma showed Jonathan and Samantha their bedroom.
“This one is for you two, you also have an evening gown and a dress for tomorrow Samantha.” Emma told her.
“It’s very kind of you to take us in like this.” Samantha told Emma.
“Oh we don’t mind, we would be bad christians if we didn’t.” Emma smiled.
“Well we should leave the two of you alone, have a good night. We’re only down the hall if you need anything.” Emma told.
“Good night.” Edward said.
“Good night.” Jonathan and Samantha told them as Emma and Edward closed the door and left.
“We have to tell the girls about the time.” Jonathan then said as Samantha sat down on the bed.
“Yeah, I hope they take it better than I did.” Samantha told her husband.
Jonathan then walked out and knocked on his daughter's room.
Both girls held up their arms over their chests as they had already started to get undressed.
“Girls, can you join me and your mother in our bedroom once you’re dressed.” Jonathan said without opening the door.
“Okay dad.” Allison said as she relaxed, put her arms down and laid her bra in the basket.
“See you’ve been working out Alli, I like the thinner you.” Deena told her sister as Allison threw her panties in the basket, standing there naked.
“Oh, thanks.” Allison had been working out a bit, and lost some weight, so she was rather pleased that her “perfect” sister noticed.
“Makes your boobs look bigger as well.” Deena told her as Allison looked down and felt her perky C-cup breasts.
“You think so?” Allison could see that they might looked a bit bigger.
“Yeah, they look good.” Deena told her sister which made Allison rather glad that her sister thought so.
While they talked, Deena had gotten undressed as well.
Allison looked over at her sister, of whom she had always been rather envious off.
To Allison, her sister had always looked so perfect.
Long legs, flat tummy, firm butt, big tits, platinum blonde hair and impeccable skin.
Though she would never tell her sister, Allison had always looked up to her big sister, and she had tried to be more like her.
“Perv much?” Deena teased her sister.
“Hah.” Allison just ignored her sister’s comment as she put her nightgown on.
Though Deena was only joking with her sister, she was used to other girls looking at her with envy in locker rooms and on the beach, something she quite enjoyed. But that’s not how she wanted her little sister to feel.
After having put on her nightgown, Deena walked over to Allison.
“Alli, I wasn’t k**ding, you do look good.” Deena gave her sister a small hug.
“Thanks.” Both sisters kind of felt like they had a “moment”.
“Hey, these nightgowns are kind of see through.” Deena then noticed as she saw her sister in the moonlight from the window.
“Oh, you’re right.” Allison could somewhat see her sister’s naked body underneath the gown.
“What do we do, kind of awkward to go to mom and dad like this.”
“Well, I guess we’ll just keep our arms up for a bit.” Deena said as both girls walked out and over to their parent’s bedroom, and knocked on the door.
“Hey girls.” Samantha opened the door as she saw her daugthers hold their arms up across their chests.
“I see you noticed that the nightgowns are a bit see through as well.”
“Yeah.” Deena said as she and Allison walked in and sat down on the bed.
Jonathan stood by the window and walked over when his wife closed the door.
“Listen girls, we have some news.” Jonathan held the newspaper behind his back.
“What is it?” Allison looked up at her father who looked a bit concerned.
“That white fog we were caught in earlier… well… it seems we were… I don’t know any other way than to just say it.” Jonathan said as he took out the newspaper.
“We were… somehow… sent back in time.” Jonathan told his daughters as Deena started laughing.
Allison took the paper that her father gave her and read the date. Then thought back to what she had seen, the plantation, black servants, Mr. Thompson or the other people not knowing what what a car was, or a phone.
“Oh god.” Allison looked up at her parents.
“I know honey.” Samantha got down and put her arm around her daughter.
“What? You’re joking right.” Deena stopped laughing as Allison handed her the paper and she saw the date as well.
“No way, no way.” Deena got up.
“Calm down, it’s going to be okay.” Jonathan tried to calm Deena down.
“How dad? We’re stuck in the past, in Alabama of all places.” Deena walked around nervously.
“What about my salon… my twitter… oh, my instagram…” Deena worried that she might never be able to post another photo of herself.
“It’s going to be alright, your father and I will figure something out.” Samantha looked at Allison and Deena.
“But until then, we can’t tell anyone about this okay.” Jonathan looked at his daughters.
“Yeah.” Allison nodded.
I’m not going to be able to tweet, or post pictures on instagram… Deena then thought to herself.
Deena suddenly felt rather relaxed as she sat down on the bed, realizing that she couldn’t tweet or post pictures.
“Deena?” Jonathan looked down at her daughter.
“Oh, yeah dad. No, we’re not going to tell anyone.” Deena told him honestly.
“Okay, well… try to get some sleep, I’m sure we will all feel much better tomorrow.” Jonathan then told his girls.
“Yeah.” Allison stood up and hugged her mom.
“Night mom, night dad.”
“Night dad… night mom.” Deena hugged her mom as well.
Deena and Allison then walked out and went over to their room.
“You okay?” Allison asked her sister who had seemed a bit freaked out before.
“Yeah… actually… yeah.” Deena somehow felt more free.
“Good, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Allison said as the girls both got into bed.
“Night Alli.”
“Night Deena.” Both sisters said good night as they went to sleep.
To be continued…
On Vacation before sending off their youngest to college, the Petersons were driving their Toyota Prius along the central coast in California.
“This is going to be great.” Jonathan Peterson, the head of the family said looking over at his wife.
“Sure is hon.” Samantha looked over at her husband, and then back at her two daughters.
At forty-two, Samantha had done her best to keep in shape, which she had manage to do quite well, even after having had two daughters.
She had a well manicured appearance, and her curly blonde hair was shiny and well kept.
Her white blouse, though buttoned, showed off her large natural size DD breasts.
“What you say girls?”
“Yeah mom.” Allison looked over at her mom.
Allison was going to miss her parents next month when she goes off to college, but at the same time she was very excited as well.
“Oh god, is that what’s she’s wearing, that is so not her color.” Deena looked at a photo on her phone, and texted her friend.
Deena had been working as a beautician for a year now, ever since she flunked out of college.
Though Jonathan and Samantha were a bit a disappointed that their daughter had flunked out, they hadn’t been that surprised. They were however glad that she had found a job that really suited her. Deena had always cared more about how she looked than how she did in school.
Her makeup and platinum blonde hair was always in perfect condition, and she clothes were of the latest fashion. When she turned 18, she even convinced her parents to pay for breast implants. She went from a size 32B to a 32DD.
“Why don’t you put that down for a second and enjoy the view.” Samantha told her daughter as she looked out at the ocean.
“Or have a conversation with your sister, you know she’ll be going out of state next month.” Jonathan said looking back at his daughters in the rear view mirror.
“Fine.” Deena took one last selfie and typed; “On the road with my s*s and parents.”, and posted it.
Deena then took out a small box from her designer purse, and handed her sister. “Got you something. Just a going away present.”
Allison looked a bit surprised at her sister.
When she opened the box, she found a bracelet with small silver dolphins hanging from it.
“Wow… it’s beautiful.” Allison had always loved dolphins.
“Well…” Deena had tried to hide her feelings, but she was actually going to miss her little sister.
Allison leaned over and gave her sister a hug.
Then as Jonathan drove through another small tunnel that had been carved out of the coast mountains, a huge white fog bank appeared, engulfing the car.
“What is that?!” Jonathan then spoke out with concern.
“They didn’t say anything about bad weather today.” Samantha said as Jonathan slowed down.
Then suddenly everything was covered in the fog.
South Alabama, 1848
“Mmm mm.” Mary Sue was on her knees in front of the two black farm hands.
The young farmers daughter Mary Sue had gone up to the western part of the farm with some water, where the farm hands, William and Mack were mending the fences.
Mary Sue watched them for a moment, admiring their strong physique.
They had no shirts on their backs, so their ebony chests glistened with sweat.
Then after handing them the water, Mary Sue slid the top of her worn summer dress down around her waist.
The young farm hands watched her soft perky white breasts as they undid their pants.
Both of them knew the score. The young white woman loved to milk the black bucks.
Mary Sue had half of Williams thick black cock in her mouth, eagerly sucking him at the same time as she was stroking Mack’s with her free hand.
“Ah, just like that miss.” William had his hand on Mary Sue’s dirty blonde hair, slowly pushing more and more of his black cock into her mouth.
Mary Sue gagged on his huge cock “Gwah.” She then leaned over and took Mack’s cock in her mouth. Not as thick as William, she had an easier time with Mack, though his manhood proved longer.
“Mm mmm mm.” The half naked woman really slurped on the black farm hand’s cock.
Mary Sue loved every second she had their black cocks in her mouth.
“Ah ah.” Mack slowly started to grunt as Mary Sue looked up at him.
“Mmm, you gonna give me your negro juices?” She wrapped her lips around his cock again.
“Ah sure am miss, ah surrrr.” Mack bucked with his hip as he shot a huge load of hot cum in Mary Sue’s mouth.
Mmm… so good… Mary Sue felt stream after stream land on her tongue as she loved the delicious taste.
She kept her lips tight around his cockhead, making sure she could swallow every last bit of it.
Seeing this William had to squeeze his cock hard not to cum, as he wanted to fill the young farmer’s daughter’s mouth with his seed as well.
Letting go of Mack, Mary Sue tried to catch her breath for a moment, but the second she opened her mouth, William shoved his thick cock inside her mouth.
“Ah aahh.” William absolutely exploded as Mary Sue’s eyes widened.
Even though she hadn’t had time to catch her breath fully, she wasn’t about to miss out on this.
She tried to swallow as much as she could, but some of his cum leaked out of her mouth.
“Ahh!” William had his eyes closed and looked up into the sky as he made one final thrust with his hips, emptying his big black balls in Mary Sue’s mouth.
“Mmm.” Mary Sue licked her lips as William slowly pulled out of her mouth.
“Thank you boys… That was delicious.” Mary Sue smiled as she stood up.
Both farm hands still had their hungry eyes on her sweet perky breasts, as Mary Sue pulled up her dress and hid them from sight.
“Next time.” She smiled.
“Phew… hard work on the farm.” William and Mack wiped the sweat from their fore heads, looking at the white girl walk away.
Half a mile away,on a dirt road leading into the small town of Elmore, a large fog bank appeared.
Then a moment later it disappeared, leaving a Toyota Prius in the middle of the road.
“Is everyone okay?” Jonathan looked at his wife and daughters.
“Yeah.” “Think so.” They all said as Jonathan tried to get the car started.
“It wont start.” Jonathan looked around and didn’t recognized the surroundings.
“Where are we, and what happened?” Samantha looked out at the dirt road and corn crops alongside the road.
“Don’t know.” Jonathan got out of the car.
“My phone is dead.” Deena said as the rest of the family checked their phones.
“Mine too.” “So is mine.” None of their phones were working.
Jonathan looked around trying to find a sign or something, when he saw an old horse and wagon coming towards them from down the road.
On top of the wagon there were two black men, Andre and Charles, who were on their way back from town. Andre wore a straw hat, bare chest and dirty pants, while Charles who was driving the horse, wore a farmer’s shirt and a pair of working pants.
“You need help mistuh?” Charles asked as he saw the white man waving him down, and three women standing next to some strange contraption
Charles and Andre both looked at the three women, and thought that they wore rather strange clothes for women, as none of the women wore dresses, though one of the women, Deena did wear a skirt.
“Yeah, our car wont start.” Jonathan said looking up at the black man.
“Ya what?” Charles was confused as he had never heard that word before.
“Our car.” Jonathan looked back at the Prius as Charles and Andre looked at each other.
“Maybe it’s how rich white folk say about their carriage?” Andre said to Charles as he nodded.
“Did your horses run off mistuh?.” Charles then asked.
“Our horses? No.” Jonathan couldn’t understand why they were asking about horses.
“Then how did mistuh get all the way out here with ya carriage?” Charles asked.
“We drove, never mind, do you happen to have a phone on you, ours seems to be broken.” Jonathan then asked them.
“A phone?” Charles looked over at Andre who shook his head as well.
“Well, is there a town nearby.” Jonathan then asked the black man who were holding the horse lead rope.
“Yeah, Elmore. Half a day’s ride that way.” Charles said pointing in the opposite direction.
“Half a day’s ride, that seems like a long way to walk Jonathan.” Samantha said to her husband.
“We can give mistuh a ride back to the farm, maybe mastah Thompson can help ya with yur carriage.” Charles then told them.
“Mastah…? They can’t mean?” Samantha said a bit quiet like to her husband.
“No, I’m sure we just misheard or something.” Jonathan didn’t think anyone could be that racist anymore, that they would have their black farm hands call them Master.
“Yeah, that would be great if you could give us a ride.” Jonathan told the black men.
“I’m Jonathan by the way, and this is my wife Samantha, and my two daughters Allison and Deena.” Jonathan then told them as looked over at the women.
“Me am Charles mastah Jonathan, and this here is Andre.” Charles said as Jonathan immediately felt uneasy being called mastah.
“No, don’t call me that, I’m no one’s master. And no one should have you call them mastah either.”
Jonathan told Charles and Andre.
Both Charles and Andre looked strangely at Jonathan, and then just shook their heads like he just k**ded.
Andre stepped down and walked to the back of the wagon, to help them up on the wagon.
Andre held out his hand and helped Jonathan up the wagon, and then held his hand to help Samantha.
“Thank you.” Samantha took his large hand and looked at the bare chested black man, as she smiled to be polite, but Andre’s musky body odor made her turn her head a little.
Andre then helped Allison up who smiled and thanked him, but then Deena came up and took his hand. “Eww… bathe much.” Deena winched her nose and said in her valley girl way.
“Deena!” Samantha looked at her daughter as Charles laughed from up front.
“Ha hahaha, bathe much.” Charles laughed at Andre as he got up next to him, as he then smacked the horse rope to make the horses move.
“Farmers do smell a bit, but that’s no reason to be rude.” Samantha looked over at her daughter.
“If mistah don’t mind me asking, where are ya from. Me never seen a carriage like yurs.” Charles asked Jonathan.
“We’re from California.” Jonathan told him. “By the way, where are we?”
“Californ… don’t know that place… Yur in Alabama.” Charles then said which made the Peterson family all look even more confused.
“Alabama… how did we… that’s all the way across the country.” Jonathan said.
“This is so bizarre, I can’t wait to tweet about this.” Deena said trying yet again to get her phone to work.
“Honey, do you think.” Samantha, who came from a christian household whispered to her husband as she looked up at the sky.
“Don’t be silly, I’m sure there’s a rational explanation.” Jonathan said though he had no idea what that rational explanation would be.
Charles then turned the wagon into a smaller road where there were cotton fields on both sides.
Black men and women worked the fields, some looked up and nodded at Charles and Andre as they rode by.
“This seems really weird.” Samantha then whispered. “Black people, picking cotton like this.”
“I didn’t think they harvested cotton like this anymore.” Allison said.
“Obviously they do, it’s not like we’ve gone back in time.” Deena said obnoxiously.
“Here we are, mastah Thompson's farm.” Charles told them as he drove the wagon up to a larger house.
Before they had time to get out of the wagon, Edward Thompson walked out from the house.
Edward had inherited the farm from his parents and had managed to turn it into a rather successful cotton plantation.
He looked out at the wagon as he pulled up his shirt straps and walked out.
“Who are these nice people then Charles?” Edward looked over at the Petersons as Charles walked around the horses.
“We found them on the side of the road mastah Thompson, their carriage broke down, and their horses ran off.” Charles told him.
“I see.” Edward looked over at the back of the wagon where Andre was helping them down.
“You have the money from the sale?” Edward asked Charles.
“Oh yes mastah Thompson, 42 dollar and… 37 cents.” Charles held out the small purse as he looked up and counted in his head.
“That’s a nice profit. Why don’t you go inside and give it to Mrs. Thompson.” Edward told Charles.
“Yes mastah Thompson.”
“And Charles…” Edward said as Charles stopped next to him.
“Mrs. Thompson has been waiting for you, she’s upstairs.” Edward gave Charles a special look, as he knowingly nodded back.
Edward Thompson then walked over to the Petersons who had just gotten down from the wagon.
Edward found the women to be wearing rather strange clothes, pants instead of dresses.
“I understand that your carriage broke down and your horses ran off.” Edward came up to Jonathan.
“Our car broke down.” Jonathan said as Edward looked a bit confused.
“Ehm, well I’m sure I can have some of my boys go out and get it.” Edward told him as Samantha, Allison and Deena came up behind Jonathan.
“Where are my manners, I’m Edward Thompson, and this is my plantation.” Edward said with pride.
Plantation… Jonathan was rather surprised that they would call it that these days.
“Jonathan Peterson. This is my wife Samantha, and these are my daughters, Deena and Allison.” Jonathan shook Edward’s hand.
“Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Peterson.” Edward gently nodded to Samantha.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Thompson.” Samantha said as Allison and Deena said hello.
“Nice family you have Mr. Peterson, I’ve got three k**s myself, two girls and a boy, about the same age as yours. Though they’re out doing their chores at the moment, they should be back soon.” Edward said.
“Thank you. Though about our car, if we could just borrow your phone, I’m sure we could just call a local repair shop and they could come out and get it.” Jonathan then asked.
“Phone, I’m not sure what you mean?” Edward looked a bit confused.
“A phone.” Jonathan took out his phone as Edward looked at it.
“What does it do?” He asked as the Peterson family all got a strange feeling when Edward didn’t know what a phone was.
“You call people.” Jonathan. “George!” Edward called out as one of the black men near his house ran over to him.
“Like that? Wouldn’t it just be easier to call out without that thing?” Edward said.
“No, you use it to call people that are far away.” Jonathan didn’t know if Edward was actually pulling his leg, or if he was serious.
“Wow, how does that work?” Edward asked curious.
“Well it doesn’t, our phones seem to all be broken.” Jonathan told him.
“That’s a shame… well I’m afraid I can’t help you with that, never heard of a phone before.” Edward told him.
“But I tell you what, you are more than welcome to stay here until you’ve gotten everything sorted out.” Edward said.
“Thank you Mr. Thompson, that’s very kind of you.” Samantha told him as she could tell that Jonathan was getting a bit frustrated that Edward didn’t know what a phone was.
“My wife should be down in a bit, I’m sure she would love to meet you, Mrs Peterson.” Edward told Samantha.
Upstairs in the house, Charles was on top of a naked Mrs. Emma Thompson, slamming his big black cock deep inside her white pussy.
“Oh god yes, you’re such a big nigger.” Emma moaned out.
Charles thrusted his hips back and forth with such intensity that the corners of the bed slammed against the wall. He then leaned down and planted his big lips on Emma's and passionately tongue kissed her.
“Mmm.” Emma moaned as she absolutely loved to be in the arms of a smelly negro.
Charles then raised himself up and looked down at the blissful expression of the white woman that he was inside of. Something he loved to see.
He watched her soft naked breasts move with each of his thrusts, before he slowed his pace, leaned down and sucked her tits.
Charles then raised himself up again and looked down at Mrs. Thompson as he picked up his pace.
“Uh uhh uh!” Charles grunted loudly with each heavy thrust.
“Yes yes yes yess!” Emma leaned back as she felt Charles’s cock grow even bigger inside of her.
“Ahhh!” With one powerful thrust Charles emptied his big black balls inside of Mrs. Thompson.
“Yesssss!” Emma Thompson screamed out in orgasm, her hands grabbing the backboard of the bed.
“Mmm… you were so good Charles.” Emma looked up at Charles as he pulled his thick cock out of her pussy. When he did, cum leaked out onto the bedsheets.
“Thank you missus Thompson.” Charles stood up, his ten inch black cock was still hard as he pulled up his pants.
“You really are my favorite negro.” Emma told him with a smile on her face as Charles gave her a smile back.
He took a long look at her naked white body before he left the bedroom, though he knew that he would be back.
Outside Edward Thompson showed the Petersons one of the barns.
“Here’s where most of the negroes who work near the house sleep.”
“How can you call them the n-word, that’s so racist.” Allison then spoke out after she had listened to Edward use the word more than once.
N word… raci… What is this girl on about… Edward thought to himself.
“What do you mean… N word?” Edward had never heard those words before.
“Negro, okay.” Allison said with a rather determined voice, though she didn’t want to use the word.
“That seems confusing, calling a negro, the n word.” Edward looked a bit confused at Allison’s outrage.
“But it’s just wrong to call an african american...a “ Allison said as she quieted down a bit “negro.”
“Hey Pa, do we have visitors?” A young woman in a summer dress walked up behind Edward.
“Abigail, yes we do. This is my oldest daughter Abigail, this is the Petersons.” Edward introduced his daughter.
Abigail Thompson was tall and slender with her dirty blonde hair in a long braid down her back.
She was a very pretty young woman, with a few small freckles on her face.
The top of her summer dress was open in the front, clearly revealing that she had rather large breasts for a tall and slender woman.
Jonathan tried not to look at the 20 year old woman’s chest as she curtseyed, but he couldn’t help but glance down.
Something Samantha noticed and gave her husband a nudge, which made Jonathan lookup.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” Abigail said smiling.
“Where’s your sister and brother?” Edward then asked his daughter.
“I think I saw Mary Sue by the stables, and Richard is probably over at the Chathams, visiting his darling Rebecca.” Abigail told her father.
“My son Richard is engaged to the Chatham’s daughter Rebecca, we expect to the wedding to be announced in a month or two.” Edward said proudly as the Chatham were a bit more well off than himself.
“Abigail, why don’t you take Allison and Deena here, and show them around a bit.” Edward told her daughter as he saw his wife Emma walk out on the porch up and the house.
“Sure thing Pa.” Abigail said walking over to the two girl and slid her arms into theirs.
“Let me show you the barn here.” Abigail walked away with the Allison and Deena.
“Can I just ask you, why do you wear a man’s clothes?” Abigail looked at Allison who wore pants and shirt top.
“I keep telling her that she should wear more feminine clothes.” Deena jumped in as she wore a skirt and nice blouse with a bit of cleavage.
“I like these clothes, and they’re not a man’s clothes. I just don’t…” Allison had never been comfortable in more revealing clothes, though she sometimes wished that she had her sister’s courage to dress more feminine.
“Well never mind, I think I have a dress that you can borrow.” Abigail told Allison.
Abigail then walked Allison and Deena around the side of the barn and into the open doors.
“This is where our negroes sleep who work up at the house.” Abigail said, but just as Allison was about to get upset that Abigail called them negroes, Allison’s eyes widened.
Standing in a tree tub taking a bath was a tall, ripped and very naked black man.
He held a water bucket above his head and poured water over his body.
The water ran down on his ebony chest, over his muscled stomach and dripped off the tip of his manhood.
Before she looked away, Allison’s eyes wandered down to his crotch where she saw his footlong black cock hang between his legs.
Deena’s jaw dropped a bit as well, though she didn’t look away.
“Miss Abigail, did you need me for something?” The black man stopped rubbing water on him chiseled chest for a moment as he looked over at Abigail and the two other women.
“No Jeremiah, I’m just showing our new guests around for a bit.” Abigail told him as she took a long look at Jeremiah before looking over at Allison and Deena.
“Okay miss Abigail.” Jeremiah started rubbing some water over his muscled chest again, making no attempt to hide his naked body.
Abigail noticed how Deena was staring at Jeremiah which put a smile on her face.
“If you want I could arrange for Jeremiah to come to your bed chamber later.” Abigail leaned over to Deena.
“What? No… I would never… I…” The usually so confident Deena suddenly blushed.
“Ehm, could we maybe… I mean, we don’t want to bother Jeremiah when he’s taking a bath.” Allison then said as she accidently took another peek at him.
“Oh we don’t bother him.” “Jeremiah, we aren’t bothering you, are we?” Abigail asked Jeremiah.
“Oh no miss Abigail.” Jeremiah said running his hand along his black shaft, then holding it up as he washed his big black balls.
With that Allison forgot that she “should” look away as both sisters gawked at Jeremiah.
“As I said this is where the negroes sleep.” Abigail said as she laughed a little as the sisters snapped out of looking at Jeremiah.
“Oh, yeah.” Allison was so flustered that she forgot to get upset that Abigail used the word negro.
The barn itself was separated into two parts by a large wall in the middle.
Abigail opened a door the lead into the other part, on which side the roof had several parts that could be opened and closed, to let sunlight in.
“This is where us women usually take showers and baths.” Abigail said as there were several large tree tubs in the middle, as well as two open showers that were connected to a couple of large barrels filled with water.
“I could really use a shower, this dust is really getting into my hair.” Deena said brushing her hair a bit.
“Well I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow morning, the barrels are empty at the moment. But I’ll have some of our farm hands fill them up for you so you can take a shower tomorrow.” Abigail told Deena.
“Thanks.” Deena smiled.
Back at the house, Edward was introducing his wife Emma to the Petersons.
“My wife Emma. This is Jonathan and Samantha Peterson.”
“Pleasure to meet you mam.” Jonathan said feeling a bit more country as he called her mam.
“Oh it’s Emma.” She told him as she looked over at Samantha.
“Nice to meet you Samantha.” Emma found it a bit strange that Samantha was wearing pants instead of a dress.
“Nice to meet you Emma.” Samantha said as she noticed that though Emma’s dress was fancier than that of her daughters, she also had the top of her dress opened in the front like her daughter. Which made her breasts quite visible from certain angles, especially if she leaned over.
“Did you see that the Andersons are holding another feast next week?” Emma said to her husband as she looked down at a news paper that laid on a table on the porch.
“Yeah, those sons of…” Edward stopped before he cursed. “Pardon me.”
“It’s okay, do you mind if I have a look at the paper.” Jonathan then said as he thought he noticed something about the paper.
“Not at all.” Edward handed Jonathan the paper as Jonathan’s eyes widened.
“This can’t be right.” Jonathan looked down at the paper.
“What is it honey?” Samantha asked as Jonathan handed her the paper.
Samantha looked for a bit when she noticed the date; June 12th 1848.
“The year is… 1848.” Samantha said shocked.
“Of course.” Emma looked over at the shocked woman standing in front of her.
“But it’s 2016.” Samantha said.
“What? 2016? Gosh, Edward, can’t you tell that she’s clearly been out in the sun for too long. Haven’t you offered them some water.” Emma told her husband.
“Oh sorry, of course, I’ll go and get some.” Edward walked off as Emma had Samantha sit down.
“My gosh, you’re really are warm.” Emma felt Samantha’s forehead.
“I’ll better go and hurry Edward.” Emma said as Jonathan then sat down next to Samantha.
“That white fog… we went… back through time?” Jonathan then said.
“Is that… possible?” Samantha looked at her husband.
“I… didn’t think so…” Jonathan then saw the small silver cross around his wife’s neck.
“We can’t tell the Thompsons anything about this… the people back here, they’re god fearing folks. They might think that we’re witches or something if we start talking about that we’re from 2016.” Jonathan told Samantha who nodded in agreement.
“Here’s a glass of water.” Edward and Emma both came out with glasses of water.
“Thank you.” Samantha said playing along as she drank the water, pretending that she had just suffered from light heat stroke.
“Yeah, guess we just needed something to drink.” Jonathan said as he took some water as well.
“The sun can do strange things with you if you aren’t careful.” Edward said as Emma nodded.
“You feeling better now?” Emma who had sat down next to Samantha asked her.
“Yes, thank you. I’m feeling much better now.”
“Maybe you should lie down for a bit, I could show you upstairs.” Emma said.
“No, I’m fine, thank you.” Samantha gave Emma a smile and took another sip of the glass of water.
When Abigail, Deena and Allison came out from the barn, they saw their parents up at the house.
“Why don’t you two go up to the house. I’ll be up in a minute, I just have to tell Jeremiah and some of the boys that they need to fill the barrels.” Abigail told them.
“Oh they don’t have to just because of us, we can take a shower another time.” Allison told Abigail as she didn’t want the black men to have to work just because of them.
“But…” Deena quickly added. “If it’s no trouble.” She said as she really wanted to take a shower in the morning.
“It’s no trouble. I’ll see you up at the house.” Abigail then said as Deena and Allison nodded and walked up towards the house.
Abigail got a naughty smile on her face as she then turned around and walked back to the barn.
“Hi Jeremiah.” Abigail looked over at the naked black stud.
“Miss Abigail, I was just finished if you need something.” Jeremiah was just about to step out of the knee high water filled tub.
“You’re not finished.” Abigail told him as she let her dress fall to the ground, revealing her naked and silky smooth white body.
Her ample breasts made a slight bounce as she took a step towards him, her nipples were hard from seeing him before.
Abigail kept her eyes on him, seeing how he followed her every move as she walked over to him.
She then stepped into the small tub of water and up close, her breasts pressed against his strong chest. Abigail looked into his hungry eyes for a moment as she felt his big long cock start to push against her thigh.
She then leaned in and kissed him. Jeremiah then took charge as he kissed her in a very powerful way with his big lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth, tongue kissing her passionately.
Jeremiah then reached up and cupped both of Abigail’s soft breasts with his strong hands.
Leaning back a bit, looking down on her breasts for a second as he fondled them.
Jeremiah then leaned down and parted his lips wide to suck on as much of her right tit as possible, at the same time as he licked on her sensitive nipple.
“Mmmm.” Abigail moaned as Jeremiah moved over to the left breast and sucked on her nipple.
Abigail then put her hands on Jeremiah’s shoulders, motioning him to stand back up.
“I’m going to clean your negro cock with my mouth.” Abigail felt so naughty for uttering such words.
Looking into Jeremiah’s eyes for a moment, she then lowered herself down.
The tree tub was a tight fit, so she barely had room to get down on her knees, but she managed squeeze her knees inside of it.
Abigail looked at the Jeremiah’s mighty black cock as it stood straight out.
My god it’s so big… Abigail then closed her eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head and licked the tip.
“Mmm.” She sucked the head a few times before she started taking more and more into her mouth.
Soon she bobbed her head in and out, speeding up more and more.
So good… Abigail had wanted to go over and suck his negro cock the second she and her new friends saw him taking a bath. Though she had told her father that she would show them around, and she didn’t want to be rude.
“Miss Abigail… oh, sorry Miss Abigail, ah didn’t mean to disturb you.” Bessie, one of the black housemaids came into the barn, as she looked away a bit.
“That’s okay Bessie, what is it?” Abigail looked over at the somewhat chubby maid, while still stroking Jeremiah’s hard cock.
“Miss Emma asked me to come get you, she wanted you to come up to tha house.” Bessie found it hard not to look over at the strong and handsome Jeremiah.
Bessie had always gotten rather warm and flustered when she saw Jeremiah and now he was completely naked.
“Oh, okay. Thank you Bessie.” Abigail felt a bit disappointed that she couldn’t finish with Jeremiah as she looked up at him and gave him one last stroke.
Then as Abigail stood up and walked over to her dress that laid on the ground, she saw how Bessie kept looking over at Jeremiah.
“Hm.” Abigail got a smile on her face.
“Bessie, come over her for a moment.” Abigail said as she slipped into her dress.
“Yes miss Abigail.” The ebony woman in her maid outfit walked over to Abigail.
“You like Jeremiah, don’t you?” Abigail walked up behind Bessie, and motioned her to turn to look at Jeremiah.
“Ah…” Bessie blushed a bit.
“I know you do, and I know he likes you.” Abigail then whispered to her as her eyes lit up a little.
“Miss… what are…” Bessie noticed that Abigail had started to undo her maid outfit.
Abigail undid the last knot on the back of the maid outfit. She then held Bessie’s arms out a bit and let her maid outfit fall to the ground, exposing Bessie’s voluptuous naked body.
She had always had a full figure, and at twenty four years old, her body was very curvy.
Her huge breasts had started to sag a bit due to their heavy nature, but they were still very full and round. Her belly was big and flabby, though more firm than loose.
Though nothing was bigger than her butt, which was absolutely massive.
Bessie now stood there completely naked, which made her feel a bit flustered as Jeremiah could clearly see all of her. Nervously she put her hands together over her chubby belly squeezing her huge full breast together a bit.
“Look at Jeremiah.” Abigail told her as Bessie slowly looked up at him.
When she saw the way Jeremiah looked at her, like he wanted her, Bessie suddenly felt a lot more at ease, confident even, as she slowly let her arms fall to her sides.
“Now, I want you to go over there, and take his big negro cock in your mouth. And I want you to suck him until he explodes.” Abigail then said quiet like to Bessie.
Bessie gently nodded her head. ”Okay, miss Abigail.”
Bessie’s wide hips and big butt moved sexily as she walked over to Jeremiah.
She had never felt so horny in her entire life.
As she stood in front of him, she looked up at him breathing heavily, excitingly.
Bessie then looked down on his big black cock, looking up at Jeremiah one last time before going down on her knees.
Her belly almost touched the ground, her heavy breasts hung down as she leaned in and took his cock head into her eager mouth.
“Mmm…” Bessie moaned. She had dreamed of pleasuring Jeremiah, and now she was actually doing it.
Mmm Jeremiah… Bessie sucked his thick cock more and more, taking more and more into her mouth. Licking it with her tongue, almost slobbering over it.
Bessie wanted to please him better than anyone had ever done.
She then felt his strong hands on her shoulders, making her let go of his cock and look up at him.
Jeremiah then leaned down and planted his lips on hers, kissing her.
Jeremiah’s licked her upper lip with his tongue as Bessie closed her eyes, and held her mouth open.
The next thing her lips felt was a thick cock being slid in between them.
Bessie then eagerly tightened her lips around it, and started to suck him again.
Shortly after Bessie felt Jeremiah lay his strong hand on the back of her head, as he started to buck with his hips.
She looked up at him and saw how much he was enjoying her mouth, which made Bessie feel so happy and even more eager to please Jeremiah.
“Mm mm mm.” Bessie slurped on Jeremiah’s fat black cock with such passion.
“Uh uh uhh uh.” Jeremiah grunted as Bessie felt his cock grow bigger in her mouth.
With one last buck from Jeremiah, Bessie felt a thick load of cum land on her tongue, and then another, and another.
Keeping her lips wrapped tight around his cock, she swallowed more and more of his hot cum.
“Mmm.” Bessie moaned as Jeremiah emptied his balls into her mouth.
Bessie had never felt so good in her life, having Jeremiah’s cock in her mouth, swallowing his man juices.
“Ahhh…” Jeremiah breathed heavily as Bessie licked the last drop of cum from the tip of his cock.
“Ah have… liked you for some time now miss Bessie.” Jeremiah then said as Bessie’s eyes lit up.
“You have?” Bessie got up onto her feet, her belly and large heavy breasts bounced as she stood up.
“Yes miss Bessie.” Jeremiah blushed as he looked at Bessie.
“I really like you too Jeremiah.” Bessie looked at Jeremiah with such happiness.
“Then... maybe we can do this again sometime?” Jeremiah looked down at Bessie.
“I would really like that… Jeremiah.”
The sun was setting, so supper was being prepared up at the house.
Earlier Emma Thompson had sent Abigail to get her sister.
“I bet you are all hungry, after what you’ve through today, with your carriage breaking down and all.” Edward told the Petersons as they all sat around the table.
“Yes we are, thank you Mr. Thompson.” Jonathan looked over at him.
“I’ve told you Jonathan, It’s Edward.” Edward said as Jonathan nodded.
“It really is a lovely home you have Emma.” Samantha looked over at Emma Thompson.
“Thank you, my husband has worked hard to keep it this way.” Emma lovingly smiled at her husband.
As they sat and talked, Bessie and Elvira, another house maid, along with James, an older black servant in his later forties, came in with supper.
“Thank you James.” Edward said as James put down the plate.
“Thank you Bessie.” Bessie put down a plate in front of Emma.
“Thank you.” Allison smiled as she was served supper by Elvira.
This feels so wrong… Allison thought to herself.
Allison felt rather uncomfortable being served supper by what appeared to be black slaves.
At least the Thompsons seem to be treating them fairly well… Allison then thought to herself.
From the side of the room, Abigail and her sister Mary Sue walked in, having dusted off their dresses as best as they could.
“Found her Pa.” Abigail walked over and gave her father a small kiss, and then her mother.
“Sorry I’m late Pa, lot’s to do in the stables.” Mary Sue apologize as she did the same as her sister.
“This is my youngest, Mary Sue.” Edward told the Petersons.
“This is, Jonathan and Samantha Peterson, and their daughters Deena and Allison.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” Mary Sue curtseyed.
“Nice to meet you Mary Sue.” Jonathan and the rest followed in.
A moment later Bessie came out with Abigail’s supper.
“Did it go well with Jeremiah?” Abigail leaned in and whispered to Bessie.
“Oh yes, thank you miss Abigail.” Bessie smiled.
“I’m glad.” Abigail smiled back.
Edward then looked over at Jonathan.
“So Jonathan, what do you do over in California, you a rancher?”
“No, I’m an architect. I design houses, ap…” Jonathan was about to say apartment complexes, but stopped himself as they had probably not heard of such a thing.
“salons, stores and other buildings.”
“Ah, I could tell that you were an educated man.” Edward said as Jonathan nodded with some pride.
After the supper, when the night rolled in, Edward and Emma showed the Petersons upstairs to their bedrooms.
“I hope you two girls don’t mind sharing a bed.” Emma walked over to one of the rooms in the western part of the house.
Deena wasn’t very happy about it, but she decided for once to not make a big deal out of it.
“I think we can manage, thank you.” Deena told her as Allison agreed.
“Elvira has put out some evening gowns for the two of you, as well as dresses for tomorrow. You can put the clothes you are wearing in the basket over there and Elvira will wash them for you.” Emma told them.
Deena and Allison walked in and looked around in their room as Edward and Emma showed Jonathan and Samantha their bedroom.
“This one is for you two, you also have an evening gown and a dress for tomorrow Samantha.” Emma told her.
“It’s very kind of you to take us in like this.” Samantha told Emma.
“Oh we don’t mind, we would be bad christians if we didn’t.” Emma smiled.
“Well we should leave the two of you alone, have a good night. We’re only down the hall if you need anything.” Emma told.
“Good night.” Edward said.
“Good night.” Jonathan and Samantha told them as Emma and Edward closed the door and left.
“We have to tell the girls about the time.” Jonathan then said as Samantha sat down on the bed.
“Yeah, I hope they take it better than I did.” Samantha told her husband.
Jonathan then walked out and knocked on his daughter's room.
Both girls held up their arms over their chests as they had already started to get undressed.
“Girls, can you join me and your mother in our bedroom once you’re dressed.” Jonathan said without opening the door.
“Okay dad.” Allison said as she relaxed, put her arms down and laid her bra in the basket.
“See you’ve been working out Alli, I like the thinner you.” Deena told her sister as Allison threw her panties in the basket, standing there naked.
“Oh, thanks.” Allison had been working out a bit, and lost some weight, so she was rather pleased that her “perfect” sister noticed.
“Makes your boobs look bigger as well.” Deena told her as Allison looked down and felt her perky C-cup breasts.
“You think so?” Allison could see that they might looked a bit bigger.
“Yeah, they look good.” Deena told her sister which made Allison rather glad that her sister thought so.
While they talked, Deena had gotten undressed as well.
Allison looked over at her sister, of whom she had always been rather envious off.
To Allison, her sister had always looked so perfect.
Long legs, flat tummy, firm butt, big tits, platinum blonde hair and impeccable skin.
Though she would never tell her sister, Allison had always looked up to her big sister, and she had tried to be more like her.
“Perv much?” Deena teased her sister.
“Hah.” Allison just ignored her sister’s comment as she put her nightgown on.
Though Deena was only joking with her sister, she was used to other girls looking at her with envy in locker rooms and on the beach, something she quite enjoyed. But that’s not how she wanted her little sister to feel.
After having put on her nightgown, Deena walked over to Allison.
“Alli, I wasn’t k**ding, you do look good.” Deena gave her sister a small hug.
“Thanks.” Both sisters kind of felt like they had a “moment”.
“Hey, these nightgowns are kind of see through.” Deena then noticed as she saw her sister in the moonlight from the window.
“Oh, you’re right.” Allison could somewhat see her sister’s naked body underneath the gown.
“What do we do, kind of awkward to go to mom and dad like this.”
“Well, I guess we’ll just keep our arms up for a bit.” Deena said as both girls walked out and over to their parent’s bedroom, and knocked on the door.
“Hey girls.” Samantha opened the door as she saw her daugthers hold their arms up across their chests.
“I see you noticed that the nightgowns are a bit see through as well.”
“Yeah.” Deena said as she and Allison walked in and sat down on the bed.
Jonathan stood by the window and walked over when his wife closed the door.
“Listen girls, we have some news.” Jonathan held the newspaper behind his back.
“What is it?” Allison looked up at her father who looked a bit concerned.
“That white fog we were caught in earlier… well… it seems we were… I don’t know any other way than to just say it.” Jonathan said as he took out the newspaper.
“We were… somehow… sent back in time.” Jonathan told his daughters as Deena started laughing.
Allison took the paper that her father gave her and read the date. Then thought back to what she had seen, the plantation, black servants, Mr. Thompson or the other people not knowing what what a car was, or a phone.
“Oh god.” Allison looked up at her parents.
“I know honey.” Samantha got down and put her arm around her daughter.
“What? You’re joking right.” Deena stopped laughing as Allison handed her the paper and she saw the date as well.
“No way, no way.” Deena got up.
“Calm down, it’s going to be okay.” Jonathan tried to calm Deena down.
“How dad? We’re stuck in the past, in Alabama of all places.” Deena walked around nervously.
“What about my salon… my twitter… oh, my instagram…” Deena worried that she might never be able to post another photo of herself.
“It’s going to be alright, your father and I will figure something out.” Samantha looked at Allison and Deena.
“But until then, we can’t tell anyone about this okay.” Jonathan looked at his daughters.
“Yeah.” Allison nodded.
I’m not going to be able to tweet, or post pictures on instagram… Deena then thought to herself.
Deena suddenly felt rather relaxed as she sat down on the bed, realizing that she couldn’t tweet or post pictures.
“Deena?” Jonathan looked down at her daughter.
“Oh, yeah dad. No, we’re not going to tell anyone.” Deena told him honestly.
“Okay, well… try to get some sleep, I’m sure we will all feel much better tomorrow.” Jonathan then told his girls.
“Yeah.” Allison stood up and hugged her mom.
“Night mom, night dad.”
“Night dad… night mom.” Deena hugged her mom as well.
Deena and Allison then walked out and went over to their room.
“You okay?” Allison asked her sister who had seemed a bit freaked out before.
“Yeah… actually… yeah.” Deena somehow felt more free.
“Good, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Allison said as the girls both got into bed.
“Night Alli.”
“Night Deena.” Both sisters said good night as they went to sleep.
To be continued…
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