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   From: mccoyf@millcomm.com   
      
                         Salt Water Taffy   
                                34   
                          An Erotic Story   
      
        When I left home my baby sister was only eleven, an   
   unexpected present for my parents; as she was born when I   
   was already seven years old.  Mom and Dad hadn't really   
   expected they could have still kids by then; as Mom was   
   pushing thirty-two already; and she hadn't caught in over   
   six years of unprotected sex.  Still, you'd think they had   
   been working for years to have a second child the way they   
   greeted the little girl and likely spoiled her rotten.  Not   
   that I had any complaints with my own raising.  Being an   
   only child for so long, I guess I got my share of spoiling   
   too; and by the time Candy came along I wasn't feeling   
   threatened by my baby sister taking over the spot I'd made   
   myself.  Besides, the kid was *cute*.   ;-}   
        Somehow during her early years I found myself doing a   
   lot of what some people would call "babysitting"; but was   
   more just having the little squirt as company.  As she grew   
   older into three, four, and then five years old, Candy was   
   more of a barely noticed shadow following me around like a   
   well-trained puppy.  She looked up to me not just as an   
   older brother but like somebody who knew everything and   
   could do no wrong.   
        Even when I was getting into and out of trouble with   
   girlfriends, Candy was always on my side; never interfering   
   or tattling on me to Mom and Dad, even when I snuck Marcia   
   Jones over one afternoon and the two of us spent close to   
   four hours in bed together.  I think Marcia, Marylin (and   
   perhaps two or three other girls as well) would have been   
   quite surprised to know my baby sister was spying on us   
   through the corner of the door that all of us kids knew   
   about, and getting quite a sex-education for a sprout that   
   hadn't even entered kindergarten yet, let alone the first   
   grade.  Heck, it wasn't until after the start of this story   
   that I myself learned the full extent of Candy's spying.   
        Explaining to the kid exactly what was going on   
   *afterwards* was so embarrassing though, that I pretty much   
   arranged (most of, and I thought) my trysts well away from   
   my little sister's snooping from then on.  Little did I know   
   that she just got sneakier.  No, I never once thought of   
   doing anything sexual with Candy, even when at eleven she   
   started having periods shortly before I left for college.   
   She was my *little sister* after all, not a "real woman".   
   Not only that; but she was just a kid.  I never even   
   imagined the squirt being interested in sex at all; in spite   
   of my own obsession about "doing it" from years earlier than   
   Candy was.  After all, girls don't like sex as much as boys   
   do ... do they?  With my own experiences with the opposite   
   sex, you'd think I would have known better.  Girls do ...   
   Yes, even little girls like Candy.   
        Candy ... I suppose I should explain my sister's name.   
   My parents, particularly my mom, have this thing they   
   *think* is a sense of humor.  My dad's name is Mark T.   
   Caine.  *His* parents thought they were being cute; as in   
   the mark of Cain when they noticed a birthmark on his back,   
   where (thankfully) nobody could usually see it.  And his   
   sister, my aunt, was named (You guessed it) "Sugar Caine".   
   Ick.   
        Me?  I got off lucky in comparison (I think).  My first   
   name is Walker.  No, I'm *not* telling you my middle name.   
        Still, I've got to say the moniker fit my baby sister   
   quite well.  Candy Caine was truly "as sweet as candy".   
   Sometimes when the kid was about three or four and had just   
   started talking well, I used to twig her about what kind of   
   candy she was; and if she was sweet enough to eat.  Toffee   
   was one of the commoner types; or when she'd been playing in   
   the mud I'd kid the kid about being chocolate or chocolate   
   covered cherry ... not even realizing myself at the time   
   what a double-entendre that was.  After all, I was just   
   barely getting into puberty myself.  You'd think I might   
   have twigged to the joke from my parents' giggles; but I   
   never did ... then, anyway.   
        The commonest candy, candy we all loved, was Taffy.  If   
   you ever saw the kid at about three, face all sticky from   
   eating sweets, pink, round, and cute as a barrel of kittens,   
   you'd know why I sometimes thought of my sister Candy as   
   Salt Water Taffy.   
        Have you ever actually *made* taffy yourself?   
        Mom had a habit of making taffy at parties held at our   
   house.  It was a family tradition.  Mom had this *long*   
   wooden board she'd inherited from her own grandmother she'd   
   get out while putting a pot on the stove.  Once we saw the   
   candy board come out we all knew we were in for a treat.   
        Oh, Mom didn't just make taffy on the board.  Sometimes   
   she'd make real lemon drops or, when close to Christmas,   
   cinnamon sticks which were prepared similar to taffy.   
   Still, mostly it was taffy.  Mom would fix up this   
   concoction that was mainly just sugar and water, with maybe   
   a touch of salt.  It seemed funny at the time; but she'd add   
   water to dissolve the sugar ... and then boil away all the   
   water!  Since that sometimes took as long as an hour or so,   
   it made you wonder why sometimes.  Still, the result was ...   
   delicious.   
        Mom would then test the boiling mixture, once it   
   started making *big* bubbles in the pan.  She tried to show   
   me the difference; but I never did figure out the difference   
   between "hard ball" stage and "soft crack"; which was   
   supposedly the right time to pull taffy.   
        Ah ... Pulling taffy ....   
        Does *anybody* do that these days outside of   
   professional candy makers?  We did.  Mom would roll the   
   gooey mixture out onto a pre-greased candy board, roll it   
   out into one big long snake, and then invite everybody in   
   the family to join in the taffy-pull.  If you've never   
   pulled taffy, then you have a treat coming.  Everybody would   
   butter up their hands (to keep the gooey candy from   
   sticking) and then grab a rope he/she thought the person   
   could pull.  The grownups taking several inch thick ropes   
   and often working together, while us kids would grab smaller   
   hunks about the thickness of my thumb ... and then we'd   
   pull.   
        Yeah, pull.  You'd take your rope, stretch it out as   
   FAR as you could until it was about to drop, then fold it   
   over, once, sometimes even twice, and then pull it again.   
   If you were making cinnamon-sticks, you'd stop after about a   
   half-dozen such pulls, Mom would add flavoring and color to   
   about 1/4 of what you had, and then you'd pull it about   
   twice or three times more until it was properly striped and   
   set it aside to harden and be cut into shapes.  Proper   
   TAFFY, on the other hand, you kept on pulling until it   
   softened and became white and sticky, at which time Mom   
   would add a *tiny* bit of flavoring and coloring; and you'd   
   pull *that* until it was smooth and even all the way   
   through.   
        When done (if you weren't a kid and were already eating   
   the stuff you'd pulled) you'd lay it on the big board and   
   Mom would cut the soft gooey stuff into bite-sized hunks   
   that we'd later wrap in waxed paper.  Yum!   
      
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