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FUN ON THE FARM I
By; Apollon
Before the latter day puritans all but abolished research on the subject it was determined that experimenting among children is almost universal. Unless infected with a religious fervor or the onset of social hysteria most parents have recognized and ignored the issue as childish discovery. The new culture subjects young people to thousands of sexual suggestions every day then tries to deny children access to information and freedom to explore preferring they focus on violence.
The fictitious characters in our story exercise their freedom as farm kids and cousins learning from each other. As in all fantasies no one is harmed. If this sort of thing offends you or is illegal where you live I’m sorry for you; read something else. Story codes are by chapter. gb, inc.
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Ellie was excited but she was being careful not to show it. Her cousin had visited every summer since they moved out to the farm, but this year she was looking forward to it for a different reason.
She was older than A.J. by about a year. Their mothers were sisters and the kids had been together a lot since they were babies until about 3 years ago when she and her parents moved to her grandparents’ farm. First one then the other had passed away leaving the property to their two daughters. Ellie’s dad and mom decided to make the 400 mile move and run the farm.
A.J.’s family started spending two weeks every summer when his dad was on vacation from the factory where he worked. Ellie was a little tom boy. She liked to go fishing, play ball and wrestle with the boys. That didn’t always please A.J. because his cousin was bigger and stronger and always seemed to win.
The kid’s grandma and grandpa had lived in a neat old farm house, but it was kind of small and definitely old. There was a big kitchen; a dining room and a parlor-like living room in front corner of the house, then two small bedrooms with one small bathroom between them. When her aunt and uncle came she had to give up her room and she and A.J. shared one of grandma’s old feather beds on the floor of the living room.
It wasn’t any big deal. She and A.J. had slept together for years, even undressed and taken baths together. But last summer something had started to change. When she and A.J. were wrestling up in the old barn she pinned him as usual. She sat astride him holding his hands over his head when she felt something poking her between the legs. She knew, of course, what it was but she hadn’t felt it like this before. She gave A.J. a curious look and he promptly pushed her up and over to get out from under her. They went on playing something else and she didn’t think any more about it, until the next morning.
They had gone to bed last night as they had many times before. It was warm so they stripped off their jeans and tee shirts and slept on top of the sheets. Ellie was used to waking up early, before her cousin did, and she had on this day as well. She leaned up on her elbow and looked at the boy. And then she saw it. It looked like a finger or a thumb at first. She had seen it many times but now it was stiff and sticking out of the fly of her cousin’s loose fitting briefs. Always before it was, sort of, shriveled up, with just a little pink end showing.
Now it was standing up maybe two to three inches long and curving slightly back. She took advantage of her sleeping cousin to inspect it a little closer. Carefully so as not to wake him, she leaned closer resisting the urge to reach out and feel it. When he started to move she quickly lay back down and closed her eyes to just a slit and pretended to still be asleep.
A.J. stretched and yawned and looked at Ellie then feeling a slight coolness between his legs reached down to discover his stiff little 9 year old dick sticking out of his shorts. Glancing at his cousin he decided she was still asleep and curled his fingers around the offending appendage. It had started doing this especially in the morning when he needed to pee. And sometimes, like yesterday in the barn, it just happened. It was kind of embarrassing. But when it got that was he sometimes had the urge to play with it. Afraid that his cousin might wake up and see him holding it, he quickly stuffed it back in his shorts and got up to go to the bathroom.
Ellie watched him leave amused at what she had seen but still puzzled by it. She certainly wanted to find out more about it. The country school she went to had been a high school at one time. It taught kids through the eighth grade, and separated seventh and eight graders some, letting them use locker rooms and showers for gym class. But there was nothing in the curriculum that included sex education. Only in her fifth grade year and again briefly in the sixth grade would the girls be pulled into a class to have the onset of their own puberty sketchily explained.
Farm kids basically educated themselves observing animals, skinny dipping in creeks and stock tanks and sharing whispered bits of information on the school yard. Then there was a substantial amount of experimenting in barns and on country roads when the kids could get away from parents and chores. Sometimes older boys would try to flip up girl’s dresses causing them to shriek and run away but secretly being flattered. Ellie hated wearing dresses but none of the boys messed with her because they knew she could beat them up.
So curiosity had set in about her cousin’s equipment. She started wondering about some the things she had been hearing on the playground but paid little attention to. She was more inclined to hang around the boys so a lot of the girls didn’t talk to her that much. The boys sometimes broke off conversations when she was around. So she decided to do some research on her own.
When A.J. came back from the bathroom Ellie noticed that the stiffness seemed to have subsided. There was only the little bump in his white shorts that she was used to seeing. She stretched and yawned as A.J. crawled back on the feather bed and wondered if he ever looked at her like she was looking at him. She didn’t think so. They exchanged “good mornings” and started planning for the day.
Before the day was very old Ellie had started on her new agenda. She usually directed the play and received no objection from A.J. when she suggested they go to the old abandoned barn. It was some distance from the house was used mostly for hay storage at one time but was run down and had been replaced by a newer building several years ago. But it was a great place for adventure and the kids had played there a lot.
They started with a few usual games of pretend and then progressed to playing “Tarzan” while Ellie engaged her plan. Since there was only the two of them they had to trade off being different characters.
Once they were into the game Ellie announced, “Let’s take off our jeans and shirts so we’ll be like they are in the jungle.”
This wasn’t any different than they did every night so A.J. went along with the game. Ellie at this point had no concerns about being shirtless. With the one exception between her legs her body was that of a boy. So in the course of the game it evolved as it often did in a battle between Tarzan and a native which meant Ellie wrestling with A.J.
A.J. didn’t like this part of the game that much because he seldom won unless Ellie wanted him to. This day was no exception and he found himself on his back with his cousin straddling him. But there was something different. This time they were just in their underwear and he was feeling a lot of bare skin on his. And it started happening again right where Ellie was sitting on him.
He struggled to move her off but she had felt it too and was giving up. As the little tool swelled it was trapped firmly between them. It was what she had hoped for and wiggled herself against it inflaming it more.
When it became obvious to A.J. that his cousin was pressing her crotch against him he stopped struggling and looked up at her. She had a thoughtful look and pressed against him some more.
“Your weenie is hard,” she announced, grinning slightly.
A.J.’s face flushed. “I know, I can’t help it,” he gasped.
“Why does it do that?” Ellie questioned.
“I don’t know. It just does it sometimes,” the boy lamented.
Ellie pressed a little more trying to feel it with her crotch. “I want to see it,” she announced. Before A.J. had the chance to protest she had scooted back on his thighs and jerked the front of his underwear down springing loose the boy’s turgid little two and half inch tool.
“Hey! What are you doing?” he protested and grabbed for his underwear.
“I just want to see what it’s doing,” the girl agued and struggled to keep the object exposed. “Come on, let me see it. I’ve seen it lots of times anyway. And saw it when it was stiff this morning.”
A.J. seldom won with Ellie so shortly he gave in and let the girl pull his underwear even farther down. Now not only was his stiff little tool completely in view but the little sac below it as well.
She studied the boy’s anatomy for a few minutes then without hesitation or warning reached out and took hold of it.
“Hey? What are you doing?” A.J. said again, wincing from the unexpected contact and pushing the girl’s hand away.
“I just want to see what it feels like,” she pleaded. “Come on, let me touch it.” Then as a compromise, “I’ll let you touch mine.”
A.J. had never really considered this option. Usually Ellie just got her way but now, at least, she was offering some compromise, so he conceded.
Leaning back in submission he let the girl pull his jockeys clear down and off. Then he watched while, in fairness, his cousin pulled her white cotton panties off as well. Then she quickly went back to her original position straddling A.J.’s knees and curled her fingers around his tool.
“Come on, I get to feel you, too,” he reminded, and the girl scooted up within his reach never letting her hands leave his boyhood. She was fascinated by the stiffness of it and the softness of the little sac below it. When she felt her cousin’s fingers move between her legs she wasn’t fazed, and raised up a little and spread to accommodate him.
A.J. had never concerned himself much with what was between his cousin’s legs. He had seen it many times so it wasn’t a great mystery. There didn’t seem to be much to it, just a little crack, but he was curious what it felt like and what was hidden inside.
Both kids were, at this point, unaware of the mechanics of masturbation. A.J. had played with himself a little when it got stiff, and Ellie had slipped a finger inside her sex a few times and rubbed it some. But neither had engaged in the classic ritual.
So without that experience they simply fondled each other. She pulled and tugged the little unit down and sideways drawing mild protests, then let it bounce back and just ran her fingers over the firm flesh. He simply rubbed up and down with his fingers separating the puffy lips with his finger a couple of times until he felt moisture. They continued to explore and inspect each other until they grew concerned that it was lunch time and someone might come looking. They dressed and headed back to the house.
That was last year. Ellie had listened much more to the playground talk especially from some of the more “mature” girls. The girls in her fifth grade class had been separated from the boys a couple of times while the aging school nurse and one of the lady science teachers had given them a couple of hazy lectures on their budding female development. They used some old drawings and described how their bodies would be changing and things that would start happening when they were 12 or 13.
She was amazed that these stuffy old ladies couldn’t see that several girls in her class were already growing breasts and there were a couple that she knew already had hair between their legs. They described how sperms and eggs make babies and a girl’s periods, but they carefully left out any other details leaving dozens of questions unanswered. So other than what the farm girls learned from the animals the older girls were their best source of information on “the good stuff.”
A.J. like Ellie, had relived in his mind the one brief experience in the barn. It always had the same effect and now he had learned to use his hand on the stiffness it produced. Many of his friends in the fourth grade babbled fantasies about seeing girls naked and some bragged of exposing themselves with sisters or others. He didn’t offer details of what he and Ellie had done in the barn, fearing no one would believe him anyway. But he began to realize an opportunity.
So A.J. was almost as excited as Ellie to be heading for the farm. During the long ride in the back seat of the car his thoughts of last year made his dick hard. He wondered if his cousin was still curious and would want to mess around this summer.
He needn’t have worried. Ellie was almost pacing while ticking off the hours before her cousin’s arrival. She had to run outside and busy herself so she wouldn’t appear so anxious to her mom.
It was late afternoon before A.J. and his parents arrived. While their parents exchanged hugs and remarked at how much each had grown the kids traded their usual greetings. Ellie resisted giving her cousin a hug. It would be too embarrassing for him she thought. She couldn’t have known that he was thinking the same thing.
After bags were unloaded and A.J.’s stuff moved in with Ellie’s in the living room they hung around the kitchen while the adults chatted and dinner was started. Comments were made about how the kids had grown and it was noted that Ellie was still taller than A.J.
They tried to escape but were told that dinner was happening soon so stay around. At least the porch was away from the embarrassing comparisons.
A.J. was a little surprised that Ellie wasn’t wearing her characteristic jeans and tee shirt. Instead she had on shorts and a basic button up shirt. He secretly stole glances and admired her long, slim muscular legs.
Ellie was aware he was noticing. “It’s been kind of hot,” she volunteered after a short silence. “I’ve been wearing shorts a lot,” she added, “unless I’m going into the brush or weeds.”
A.J. nodded, “I brought some cut-offs,” he said. “It’s been hot at our house, too.” They sat in a nervous quiet for a few minutes until Ellie started the conversation. They talked mostly about school, some of their friends, and things they had been doing, until they were called to dinner.
Their parents were in no hurry to finish dinner. They talked about the farm, the new house that was being built on the property, the men discussed fishing and all the while Ellie and A.J. were stuck listening and waiting for desert. They did catch each other’s eye several times and would roll them back at the lengthy discussions. By the time dinner was over it was almost time to go to bed.
It was announced that they would share the featherbed again and one of the dads chuckled that extra rooms would be ready next summer and probably “just in time.” The adults all shared a laugh that went over the kid’s heads.
Both kids visited the bathroom then sort of messed around in the living room. For the first time they were beginning to feel a little self conscious about undressing. Not that they didn’t want to. It was just a matter of who was going to undress first. Finally, as the parents had moved to the back of the house and started to quiet down, Ellie turned off the main light leaving only a small lamp lit.
Slowly she started to unbutton her shirt. As A.J. took the cue and started to pull his tee shirt over his head he noticed that Ellie was wearing an undershirt. It looked like a thin tank top and had a little bow at the top. It was more feminine looking than anything he had seen his cousin wear.
She noticed his look as she began to unsnap her shorts. “My mom says I have to start wearing a shirt now. I can’t go bare-chested around boys anymore.”
“Why?” A.J. questioned a quizzical look on his face.
“Because, dummy, my tits are starting to grow,” was the curt reply.
A.J. wondered why he didn’t think of that. “Really,” he tried to make it sound like he was congratulating her.
“Yeah,” she conceded with a small note of pride. “Of course it doesn’t really matter around family.” She added the last part even though her mother hadn’t.
Ellie pulled her shorts off at about the same time A.J.’s jeans dropped to the floor. They both glanced quickly at the other’s crotch. A.J. turned and picked up his jeans folding them and laying them on a chair. When he turned back Ellie was standing like she had been eyeing him. She had one arm across her middle and was sort of pushing her chest up. The thin little undershirt stopped short of her waist and A.J. could barely see two small bumps under the fabric. He also noticed that something was different about his cousin’s panties. They were the same basic styles that young girl’s wore but they seemed a thinner fabric clearly showing the rise of her mound.
Fearing that his boyhood was beginning to rise, A.J. plopped down on the featherbed and drew the sheet up to his waist. Ellie had seen the bump in A.J.’s underwear and was hoping to see more. But she turned out the lamp and slipped under the sheet just as A.J. had done. A glow of moonlight through the window dimly lit the two pre-teens. Both sets of eyes were open. A.J.’s hand was stealthily covering the bulge in his jockey shorts.
They had slept together like this for years but for the first time they were both a little nervous. Neither of them knew how much the other had been looking forward to this opportunity to continue their experimenting from last summer. Finally the silence got the best of Ellie.
“So do you want to see ‘em?” she almost whispered.
“What?” He wasn’t sure if he had heard right.
“Do you want to see my tits?”
“Uh sure,” he stammered, as Ellie sat up on her knees, glanced toward the open doorway then pulled her undershirt to her neck.
The objects in question were little more than pointed little bumps with a slight swelling around them. They reminded A.J. of Hershey’s chocolate kisses. He had seen pictures of tits in magazines that some of the sixth graders had and these looked nothing like those. There was hardly enough to be called tits. But they were real even though they were just budding and he sensed Ellie was proud of them. His tom boy cousin was really a girl. Then he felt it start to happen. His dick was getting hard.
Ellie dropped her shirt as quickly as she had lifted it and dropped back on the featherbed. Ellie was looking at her cousin. “So have you grown any?” she questioned. “You know, down there?” She tuned her head toward her cousin’s middle. He had his hand under the sheet and she noticed where they were. She wondered if it was stiff again and wanted to resume the exploring they had done last summer.
A.J. blushed at the question. He had grown some but hadn’t really measured it. He and some friends had started to compare each other this last year, and he was about the same size as the others, but not near as big as one friend’s older brother.
“I guess so, some,” he replied sheepishly.
“Let me see,” Ellie directed leaning forward.
“Right now?” A.J. questioned, looking back at the open doorway. “What if they come in?” He gestured toward the rooms that held their parents. ”They might see us.” He had hoped for some more adventure with his cousin. He just wasn’t prepared for it to start so quickly.
“I’m pretty sure they’re asleep,” Ellie whispered. “And once they go to bed they never bother us. There’s enough light from the moon and we’ll leave the window open. We can cover up if we hear them. So will you show me?”
A.J. had hoped for something like this and nodded his agreement. They lay in silence for a few minutes, hearing nothing until Ellie whispered, “I think it’s safe now,” and sat up pulling the sheet down.
While waiting in anticipation A.J.’s little dick had become a draped statue under his tight white shorts. Ellie looked down at it in the dim light. A.J. sensed his cousin’s excitement and slowly hooked his thumbs at his sides and worked his underwear down to about mid thigh. He glanced toward the doorway and kept the sheet close in case he heard someone.
“I think it is bigger,” Ellie observed. Then she glanced up at her cousin’s face for any objection and curled her fingers around the stiff appendage. A.J. wasn’t about to object. This is what he had dreamed about in his own bed with own fingers around his unit. And Ellie had learned something. She was moving up and down on it just like he did.
“So do you want to feel my tits?” Ellie whispered. “She had heard many stories from older girls about how boys were always wanting to feel a girl’s tits, and now she had some, or almost.
“Um hmm,” A.J. breathed. This was going better that he’d hoped. Ellie let go of his small rod and pulled up her shirt as she had done before and pushed her chest toward her cousin. He rubbed over the little bumps first with his palm and then his fingers. When he pinched at one slightly she cautioned that they were tender.
She leaned back letting him run his hands over her chest while she reached down and gripped him again. After a few minutes she felt his hand drift down over her stomach toward the front of her panties. She knew where this was going and rose up reaching for the sheet. “Let’s get under the sheet then we can get naked.” With that she slipped her panties down letting A.J. get a quick look.
A.J. followed his cousin’s example and pulled his underwear the rest of the way down and he too, leaned back letting his stiff unit pop up toward his boyish belly. Ellie stared intently at the organ in the dim light then pulled the sheet up over them and settled down next to her naked ten-year-old cousin. She wasted little time and quickly reached for her cousin’s stiffness and again wrapped her fingers around it.
“You can feel me, too, if you want,” Ellie volunteered after a few minutes. A.J. was hesitant to make a move on his own but her invitation solved that and slowly he moved his hand to the side. At first his hand touched the point of the girl’s hip bone then he slid sideways over the soft flesh between her navel and her wonder zone. When he moved his fingers gradually down he felt Ellie flex her hips and spread her legs to help him find his target.
After his fingers crossed the smooth bare flesh he felt the rise of her pubic bone then he felt the puffy lips and the separation between them. He rubbed his fingers over the lips then up and down over the crack. He could feel a little bit of flesh toward the top and Ellie seemed to wince a little when he touched it. But he was curious about the crack the opening that schoolyard legend had said existed.
Becoming a little bolder he tried to separate the folds with his fingers. Feeling moisture inside he slipped his middle finger down and pressed in looking for an opening. When he still couldn’t locate one he pressed a little harder until he felt Ellie’s hand on the back of his.
“It’s a little lower,” she whispered.
He let his middle finger continue down the crevice feeling his cousin raising her pelvis up to meet it. Then he felt it. He grazed over it a couple of times then bent his finger into it to the first knuckle. It was warm and slippery and his cousin gasped just a little when he slipped in. Fearing it might have hurt he pulled the finger back. Again he felt Ellie’s hand on the back of his and she was guiding him back where her own hand had been many times over the last few months.
This time he let his finger slip in to the second knuckle and wiggled it around slightly. “That feels good,” Ellie breathed, so A.J. continued the intrusion, pulling it in and out a few times.
Although they had both begun the practice, neither of the kids was very experienced at masturbating themselves let alone one of the opposites sex. And neither had experienced a complete orgasm, just a “tickling feeling”. So they really didn’t know what to expect and were content to just feel and fondle. When that “tickling feeling” began to mount, they left off each other assuming it was a bathroom call.
They continued for most of an hour when sleep overtook them. Wisely they put their underwear back on, and rolled apart falling asleep.
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