A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen - Sex Stories

A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen

... General bought his famous war horse, Traveler, from one of her ancestors.”

Like most teenagers, Laura’s interest in anything that happened before she was born is negligible. She slouches in her seat and mumbles “Who cares,” under her breath.

Her father ignores her and continues. “I guess it’s been two years since Arthur’s wife was killed when her horse threw her. I think she was about to divorce Art but then she died. You could say that Arthur owes a lot to that horse.”

The car hums around a curve in the road and Uncle Arthur’s house comes into view. It’s a large antebellum mansion right out of “Gone with the Wind.” Its white columns gleam in the sunlight. The car rolls to a stop in front of the wide porch. Laura and her parents get out of the car and walk to the front door of the mansion. Waldo drives to the side of the mansion where he will bring in their bags.

As the Gibson family climbs the three steps to the large porch, Laura’s father remarks that he almost expected to see his brother lounging in a white suit on a rocker on the large veranda. “He’d have a mint julep on one hand and a whip in the other,” he muses. “‘Would you be kind enough hold my mint julep, Suh, while I whup my niggah’,” he drawls. Laura blushes at her father’s racist remarks. Donald Gibson presses the doorbell, and the teen can faintly hear chimes inside playing the first few bars of the chorus of “Bonnie Blue Flag.” After a moment, a cadaverous black man in a black suit opens the door. ...

... He smiles and greets Laura’s father. “Mister Gibson. Your brother told me to make you welcome. He’s in the stables. Come in.”

The Gibsons follow the servant into the marble-lined foyer of the house. They proceed to a sitting room where refreshments have been laid out -- a tray of finger sandwiches and a bowl of fruit. Laura’s parents laugh when they notice a pitcher of mint juleps. There is also a smaller pitcher of iced tea for Laura. “Make yourselves comfortable,” the butler says. “And I’ll phone over and tell Master Gibson that you’ve arrived.”

After the black man leaves Laura says, “‘Master’ Gibson? Hasn’t anyone told him the Civil War’s over?”

“Hush now, Laura,” says her Mrs. Gibson with a smile. “You grew up in Georgetown. Things are different here in the country.”

Laura and her parents are helping themselves to the food and drink when Uncle Arthur comes into the room.

“Don and Emily!” he says as he shakes his brother’s hand and kisses Laura’s mother on the cheek. “Welcome to Whistling Nettles Farm. I’m so glad you’re here.” Turning his attention to his niece he says, “Oh my, Laura. You’re growing into a beautiful young woman. Why the last time I saw you, you were skinny as a rail. Now look at you. You look good enough to eat.” He comes up to the teenager and wraps his arms around her and draws her to him so he can kiss her cheek. Laura can smell horses and tobacco on his clothing and endures his embrace with a weak smile. After the kiss, he does not let ...