She Goes Both Ways Ch. 02

And not, especially, with them being in the South, where time almost stood still and change took so long.

It was soon February and well into the planting season before the subject came up again. Mister Stevens had continued to run efficiently the hands-on work, but an air of dissatisfaction across the land was forcing their hand.

Throughout the spring, both of them came to realise that the rumbles of discontent from the Yankees were very serious indeed. Their affiliation was very much in that camp, rather than with their southern brethren. Wisely, they kept that very much to themselves, but it did cast a shadow over them that was difficult to remove.

Both brother and sister had maintained correspondence with friends and fellow students from their times in the north, and with Amanda's contacts in Europe. It was from those sources, rather than the people they mixed with in Georgia, that they learned just how seriously the north considered the slavery problem, which was rather 'brushed under the carpet' in the states below the Mason Dixon line.

It was Amanda's suggestion to take a trip to the north, to experience at first hand the feeling that was building up and find out more about what they should do with Selby Bluff. Although they were both dreading the enormously depressing humidity and heat of the summer, they knew that they should be at Selby Bluff for the organising and harvesting of the crop. That dictated that they needed to be back at the plantation by early June.

***

Amanda and Adam had started planning their trip after the New Year celebrations. They had indicated in the extensive correspondence they maintained with their northern-based friends their intentions about the trip and had gradually firmed these up by using the recently launched telegraph system, which was an amazing aid to speeding up communications.

They had decided to go firstly to Washington DC, a five hundred mile three day train trip with an overnight stay in Raleigh, North Carolina. Both had friends in the capital, several of whom were in the House and two in the Senate. Their itinerary allowed for a five-day stay before they took on the extra two hundred miles to New York. They hadn't planned completely how long they would stay, but expected it to be ten days or so before going on to Boston, where they anticipated staying another ten days or so.

Although the recent introduction of steel rails had speeded up travel, with some trains now reaching almost fifty miles per hour, the number of miles they could cover in a day rarely exceeded two hundred and fifty, and that was without breakdowns. The steam engines were greedy for water, wood and coal fuel and generally, at least two stops a day were necessary.

A few trains on the longer routes were experimenting with beds, but still most trains tended to stop overnight with the passengers being checked into hotels or guesthouses.

Booking the tickets turned into a nightmare. All the railroads they had to use were fairly small, localised businesses rarely crossing state boundaries. Hence, simply to get from Savannah to Washington DC, they had to use five different railroads and that problem was magnified as they booked the rest of the trip up the east coast. They did not book the return trip for they had not decided whether to make that by train or boat. The thought of a boat trip conjured up memories of Captain Jarvis for Amanda making her feel more inclined to that mode of travel.

Eventually they had it all arranged and they were both able to send out confirmation telegrams to their contacts in each of the three cities.

The need to return by the first week in June, the actual travelling and the time they required in each city, necessitated their departure in the second week in April. That gave them plenty of time, with around twenty non-travelling days in which to conduct their various items of business.

In addition to the friends in common that they would be jointly meeting, each had their own plans. Adam was excited at the prospect of more contact with Guy, and all that entailed, while Amanda had her own needs to take care of. Yes, there were several female friends she would be meeting, but it was the old flames who were on her mind. Her plans to take at least one other lover while at the Selby Bluff plantation had not come to fruition, and her liaison with Captain Richard Jarvis seemed a long time ago now. Amanda was not used being sexually frustrated and she was determined to do something about it, both short and longer-term.

Until she began discussing slavery with others, she had not really realised just what a terrible situation it was. Away from it in the more genteel environment of Europe, it was easy to forget, or ignore, the awful situation of the slaves in her homelands. However, being confronted by it on a daily basis, she found herself appalled by the fact that one person could 'own' another, let alone the thirty or so she did.

She hated both the concept and the reality of slavery.

As she and Adam planned their trip and talked about the plantation, they were delighted that their views on what was becoming a massive problem in their country were so similar. They were also happy to be working together on planning the trip; it was like when they were children and it cemented the closeness they had both been feeling since their return.

Sitting in what was now a 'casual' sitting room, but which had once been Amanda's bedroom, Adam was explaining how awful it was actually purchasing slaves in the auctions. As the male 'owner' of the plantation, he and Nathan Stevens were involved in the process every month or so.

Amanda was seated behind a small desk, for she had been completing some correspondence. Adam was sitting in a high backed chair just off to one side from her. He had removed his jacket, Amanda had removed the hoop from her dress to facilitate sitting at the desk.

"It's just terrible to see the poor wretches who are sold at the auctions" he told her, adding. "They are so scared, just like trapped animals."

"What about those who have been here at Selby for some time?" she asked, glancing across at her brother.

"Well, clearly they aren't as scared, but they do look like the walking dead, as if they have no life."

Amanda glanced at her sensitive brother and could see that he was close to tears. "Well, in truth, they don't have a life do they?" she responded with a grimace. "And I can see this whole process wears you down. Look, Adam, why don't you let me do it next time?"

"No. No Amanda, you can't," He instantly responded, a look of shock registering in his eyes.

"What you mean I can't?" his sister immediately replied for she felt she could do just about anything! "Of course I can."

"Well of course you could," Adam told her, realising she felt insulted by his comment. "It's not that, Amanda, you can't because they're all male there."

His sister's eyes shot up. "So?" she asked, in that defiant way of hers.

Adam got up and stood beside his sister. He tenderly placed his arm round her shoulder and bent down so he looked up into her eyes. His hand slipped from her shoulders to hold her arm near her elbow and his bent knee pressed against her silk skirt and through that against her leg; she was wearing a loose dress without hoops. She didn't move. They stared at each other.

"Amanda, have you heard of the term 'shuck'?"

"Yes, vaguely, but I can't recall it, what does it mean?"

"Well I think there are several definitions."

"Oh yes, isn't it a shell or a husk of something, or is it a nut?"

"Yes that is one definition, but another is 'to shuck your trousers down"

Amanda gave her delicious little giggle before replying. "Couldn't appeal to me then?"

Adam was hesitant in his response. "Well yes, it could."

Her face softened. This was becoming interesting. "How?"

"Well if, for instance, if you were with a lover."

She snorted. "Yes brother and chance would be a fine thing!"

Adam laughed. "Hmmm, yes I know what you mean. It is a rather celibate area we live in isn't it?" He decided it would be better not to mention that at least once a week he rode into Savannah to visit the numerous whore houses on River Street, near the port. Nor that, in addition, he was fucking a young slave girl almost daily.

That was information his sister did not need to know.

"Very," Amanda replied, recalling so vividly some of the last times they were in this room together. They were both in their late teens then, and full of sexual curiosity and adventure.

"Okay," Adam ploughed on, looking at his sister's voluminous chest, feeling his knee pressed against her leg and gripping her arm a little tighter. Damn! He felt his erection starting. "Let's just say that you were in the process of undressing for him."

"Yes," Amanda said tightly, feeling uncertain and yet an undeniable tinge of excitement as to where this might lead.

They had made a pact all those years ago, when they were both leaving to go to university, that they had to stop their 'unacceptable behaviour' and that they would never discuss with anyone or between themselves what had happened several times in this very room.

"And you might," Adam huskily continued, his mind racing at the mental pictures his words were conjuring. "Undress for him."

Amanda's mind returned to Richard again and she thought of undressing for him and making love to him. A little shiver of desire shot through her at the memory.

Adam saw the faraway look in her eye. Could she possibly be recalling the times in this very room when he had seen her naked? Damn, his cock was almost at full mast now! Thankfully, the folds of his shirt, breeches and woollen trousers stopped it rearing up his stomach.

Amanda's gaze found her brother's face again. He looked as flushed as she was feeling. God, she so needed a man! Surely Adam wasn't trying to discuss their sexual experiences again? Not after their pact not to ever speak of it?

"Yes, yes I might," she said rather sharply. "So?"

"Well, as part of that you might push your drawers down as he looked at you." Adam said. His voice was becoming even huskier as the vision of his sister doing exactly that with him sent shock waves of desire through him. He could not get the image of Amanda, bare breasted, pushing her knickers down in preparation for being fucked. And being fucked by him, her brother!!

"Adam," Amanda said, moving her leg so his knee no longer pressed against it. This was becoming uncomfortable and she needed to draw the conversation to a conclusion. "What is this all about?"

"Well, dear sister, another word for pushing trousers, drawers, breeches or anything like that down, is shucking."

"Yes, I understand that. But what is your point, Adam?"

Her brother smiled knowingly. "My point is, Amanda, that at the slave auctions, they all have to do that."

"What, push their trousers down?" she asked, her eyes widening.

"Absolutely! And stand there stark naked!"

The gulp she took indicated Amanda's shock, though she did her best to disguise it. "Why?"

"Isn't it obvious? So that the potential buyers can view their genitals."

Amanda shook her head. This was becoming even stranger. She didn't want to show her ignorance, yet had to ask the question. "And why would they want to do that?"

"Well," he hesitated, "it's generally believed that the larger the man is, the better and more frequently he will reproduce and thus, yes he'll breed more powerful, stronger slaves."

"But... but... that's rubbish Adam," Amanda spluttered, quite outraged at the idea.

Her brother let out a long laugh. "Well, you and I know that Amanda, but remember where we are. It's not New York, Boston or Europe."

"Jesus, I had forgotten how primitive the thinking of the deep, deep south can be," she gasped, holding a hand to her bosom.

"And... that's why you couldn't go."

Amanda smiled as Adam stood up, his bent knee beginning to ache. "I don't know Adam," she provocatively toyed with him. "Maybe that's why I should go? I might enjoy it."

"Now, now," he replied, feeling his cock jump at her words. He had to get himself under control! "No naughty thoughts like that."

Meaningfully, Amanda dropped her gaze down her brother's body to the bulge that was now only too obvious to them both. Her eyes returned to meet his.

"No Adam," she said quietly. "No naughty thoughts."

"Sorry," he replied, turning away in embarrassment. 'Why did his sister have to look, and behave, so sexily?' he so often asked himself.

***

"You will be coming back won't you?" Emilene asked, her large eyes almost pleading as she spoke.

"Of course we will, it's our home, we own it."

"But you want to sell it don't you?" Her voice was hoarse with fear.

"Who told you that?"

"Everyone says so."

The nineteen-year-old Emilene nudged Adam as they lay together in the narrow bed. The small cabin in the grounds of the overseer's house was perfect for their frequent liaisons.

The slave girl had been born on the plantation and had never been away from it.

It was all she knew. Both of her parents were dead and she had worked in the house all of her life graduating from a kitchen skivvy to a general maid helping out the housekeeper, cook, valet or butler as required. Her duties were varied, but included light cleaning, serving table occasionally, arranging Miss Amanda's clothes - and having sex with anyone Nathan decided!

Many plantations now had several 'Emilene's'. The plantations were usually in isolated areas, where extra-marital sex that was almost a mandatory desire for most men was difficult to arrange and even more complicated to execute.

That had led to the haphazardly organised system of sexually available slave girls; almost like a prostitute network, except they didn't get paid.

'I own 'em so I can fuck 'em', was the principle many slave owners adopted.'

George La Salle, Amanda's father, had established the system at Selby. Nathan Stevens was happy to continue it. After all, they served his needs, too. Girls were earmarked as possibilities at an early age and then gradually introduced to their 'new trade.' Each was allocated certain grades identifying the levels of staff and visitor who would use them. They would be fed and looked after better than the other slaves, given lighter duties and they never had to pick cotton. That is as long as they did as they were told, which essentially was to be fucked by whoever the boss and his henchmen decided.

George had been quite a visionary in establishing this way of using the younger female slaves. It prevented many of the previous high number of rapes, not that anyone really cared about them. These were only slave girls, after all! But they were unnecessary problems when an upset, father, husband or boy-friend wanted revenge and frequent flogging and hangings did little for slave morale. The process also reduced disease, and, most importantly gave the white men a ready source of sex. All in all, it was easy to justify as being to everyone's advantage.

Nathan had been saving Emilene. Yes, of course he'd had sex with her, but then that was his right. But until Adam returned, only a chosen few others had tasted her favours.

"I have a gift for you Adam," he had told the young man as the two of them were sipping wine on the porch of the overseer's house one evening. Adam had been back a few weeks and Nathan felt confident in raising the subject.

"What is it?" the curious part owner asked.

"Follow me," Nathan said with a grin, puffing on his clay pipe as he led Adam into his house. He took him along a short corridor to a back staircase, just inside a door from the outside, and up the narrow staircase onto a landing with three doors. He knocked on one and then unlocked it. Holding the door open he let Adam go past him into the room.

Only the moonlight shining through the wide-open window covered by a thin muslin curtain provided any light. The large bed dominated the room and once his eyes became accustomed to the dark, Adam saw a black face with big eyes on the pillow and the outline of a body under the sheet.

Nathan went up to the bed and took hold of the sheet. "Adam, this is Emilene. We have been saving her for your return." He whipped the sheet away from the frightened girl. "Emilene meet Mister Adam."

As Emilene tried to cover her nakedness, she whispered. "Hello, Mister Adam." She was young, but not too young not to realise what an honour this was. No other slave girl was being offered to the young owner.

"Hello Emilene," Adam said, almost drooling at the lovely curvaceous body revealed before him.

Adam fucked the young black woman three times that first night, and almost daily over the next three months. Only his visits to the brothels in Savannah, in search of some variety, gave the girl some relief, although, truth be known Emilene enjoyed her sex with him.

He had told her about the trip that Amanda and he were planning, and that had worried the naive young slave girl. She had got used to 'seeing' Adam most every day and, in her own way, was in love with him. She knew she would miss him, and the sex But she took some comfort from the fact that whilst he was away, Nathan would make her suck his cock most nights. It made her feel special, to be chosen by her masters like that!

"I will miss you, Mister Adam," she told her lover, as he stroked her youthfully luscious body.

She was quite slim, about one hundred and twenty five pounds and was around five feet six inches tall. Originating from the far West of Africa near to the equator, her skin was very black and wonderfully shiny, giving the appearance, almost, that she polished it. Although Adam had had sex with many black slave girls before leaving Selby, none had such a smoothness to their flesh as Emilene. That first time when they had fucked all night, he spent ages simply running his fingertips, lips and tongue over her 'marble like' black skin.

In keeping with her African forbears, she had a fairly wide, but not unattractive nose and full, voluptuous lips that, when any red blooded male looked at them, put only one thought into their mind, to have them wrapped round his cock. The little minx knew that too, and was pleased that she'd perfected the art. When her masters shot their tributes between her sucking lips, it was like being given a present.

Although her breasts were small, they were beautifully rounded and pert and were capped by dark, brown, hugely prominent nipples. Her stomach was flat and she had a good thatch of black, very crinkly pubic hair, through which Adam loved to run his tongue. Even the way some of the wiry strands of hair stuck between his teeth was erotic.

Emilene's legs were a little on the chunky side, particularly her upper thighs, but they were not so big that they rubbed together. They felt wonderful when she wrapped them around her master's back and even more so when round his neck.

Whilst most parts of her body excited most men, it was her wonderfully firm ass that was her crowning glory, and which most thrilled Adam. Rounded, full, taut, voluptuous, Rubenesque were just a few of the descriptions that came to his mind. Each beautifully symmetrical cheek flared out from just beneath her waist and formed an irresistibly attractive half-orb. Between them, a deep chasm of such suggestive eroticism was created that surely no man could resist plunging his fingers, tongue, lip or cock into it.

Adam was absolutely no exception and he spent hours fondling and caressing those ultra-smooth globes.

Of course it couldn't and didn't stop with merely caressing. It had to go further, there was simply no way that it couldn't. And tonight was the night!