AFarm2

II More Fun on the Farm
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’s dad had started building the new house a few months ago. The framing was complete and part of the roof was on but it was going slow and her uncle was going to help her dad while they were there. So the men were up early and when the kids woke up they could already hear hammering coming from the new house. The kids got up and dressed quickly. They glanced at each other sheepishly but didn’t mention the previous night’s activities. They were directed by their mothers’ call to breakfast and ate quietly for a few minutes while their moms chatted. Most of the talk was about the work on the house but fell to the kids as soon as the men went back to work.
Soon after, they all trooped over to the new house for a tour. Ellie showed A.J. where her room was to be and pointed out even having her own bathroom. It was spacious compared to the old house where she lived now and they were hoping it would be finished by fall. Then work would begin remodeling the old house into a guest house mostly for use by A.J. and his mom and dad. They were after all, partners in the farm. A.J. had even heard some mention of their moving out here when his grandparents died but nothing had been said since.
The kids messed around the house for a while lamenting the fact that they were not going fishing with their dads as they usually did. They played a couple of games checked out some of the animals and the newly planted orchard and garden and then were called in to lunch. After some pleading they were allowed to go fishing on their own but only to the small stream fed pond at the far end of one grain field.
They were cautioned to stay on the bank and out of the water and after a few more instructions grabbed the fishing gear from the shed and headed across the field. They had some worms and other bait and Ellie laughed at A.J. when he wasn’t adept at baiting hooks. He was always annoyed when she could do things like that better than he. She was after all, a girl. But then again she was a year older, and besides being his cousin, really was his best friend that he only saw a few times a year.
     When the small school of small fish in the pond showed little interest in the bait the kids were offering they began to get bored and think of other things to do.
     “So did you like what we did last night?” Ellie asked nonchalantly, as she pulled in her line.
     “Yes,” A.J. responded. “Did you?” It was simply leading conversation. Both of them knew that they both had enjoyed it. Both had been thinking about doing it some more but were reluctant to take the initiative. As usual Ellie did.
     “I think you’ve grown quite a bit, you know, down there. But I couldn’t really see it too well in the dark. Could I see it again?”
     “You mean now?” A.J. questioned suspecting where this might go.
     “Sure, there’s nobody around. Nobody can see us. And if somebody was coming we could hear them.”
     A.J. knew she was right. The pond was out of sight of the farm buildings and settled in a low area with some willows and cottonwood trees around one side. There was mound on one side covered with buffalo grass and hidden from view by more small willows.
     “Come on, let me see it.” Ellie coaxed.
     “O.K. but you’ve got to show me yours again.” The girl nodded in agreement and rinsed her hands off in the water.
     A.J. looked around cautiously then unsnapped his cut offs and slid the zipper down. They were last year’s jeans and snug enough that he didn’t need a belt. Deciding against being coy he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his briefs and pulled them down with his cut offs to mid thigh.
     His little pecker was not quite at half mast. “It’s still soft,” Ellie observed.
     “I can get it hard,” A.J. huffed, and tugged at the little appendage. “Now it’s your turn,” he announced, and watched as his cousin quickly dropped her shorts and panties to her ankles.
     “Let’s feel ‘em,” the girl announced and, without waiting for approval shuffled over next to A.J. and replaced her cousin’s hand with her own. She spread her legs and pushed her pelvis toward A.J. offering better access and he responded by sliding his fingers under her crack.
     As Ellie instinctively moved her fingers up and down on A.J.’s little unit he responded by probing once again with a finger. There was a curious little flap of skin at the top of the girl’s crack that caused Ellie to wince and giggle when his finger crossed it. “That tickles,” she offered, but then thrust her hips back toward A.J.’s hand.
A.J. explored the puffy lips pinching them slightly and rubbing with his finger tips. When he parted the little lips between the folds and probed he decided she must be sweating because of the moisture that met his finger. When he moved his finger farther down and found the opening it slipped in easily to the first knuckle. Ellie flexed her hips as if inviting him to put his finger in deeper and he obliged.
     “Do you ever do this with yourself,” the girl asked as she squeezed the boy’s unit.
     “Yeah, sometimes,” he admitted. “Me too, sometimes,” she conceded. “It feels good doesn’t it?” He nodded.
     “Some of the girls at school say that boys do stuff like this with other boys a lot.”
     “I know some that do,” A.J. conceded, recalling some show and tell sessions with a couple of friends.
     “Do you?” Ellie asked slyly. “Sometimes,” he admitted.
     “Girls undress with each other all the time and I know some that practice kissing. But I haven’t done anything with anyone else.”
     For a minute A.J. felt a little pride that he was sharing something with his cousin that no one else had.
     Ellie was beginning to enjoy the sensation of her cousin’s touch. “You can try two fingers if you want. I can do it and sometimes I even put a candle in it.”
     A.J. was surprised at this admission but responded in kind by trying to slip another finger beside the other one. It wasn’t particularly successful but he did manage to spread the moisture around until Ellie started feeling funny. His little dick was getting irritated from the girls squeezing so they decided to pull up their pants and head back to the house.
     On the way Ellie mentioned, “Do you want to go over to the old barn tomorrow? We could have some more fun over there. I didn’t want to suggest it while the moms were around in case they got suspicious.”
     “Sure,” her cousin answered. It was what he had been hoping for.
     
     When they got back to the house it was late in the afternoon. They barely reached the back porch when Ellie’s mom met them and announced, “You kids are a mess and you don’t smell good. It’s time for a bath.” Then she looked at them frowning slightly. “I think you’re too big to get in the fit in tub together now. So you can take turns.” Then she looked at them a little sideways, “Or you can go shower off at the windmill pump if you’re not too bashful these days.”
     Ellie showed a frown but seized the opportunity, “Oh, mom. We’ve been taking baths together forever. It’s no big deal,” then she wondered if that sounded insulting to A.J. before adding, “We’ll use the windmill pump. It’ll be warm enough.”
     “Take some towels and use some soap,” her mother added, as she gave her daughter a swat.
     Turning to her sister, A.J.’s mom she said, “I guess it’s still O.K. for them to bathe together?” she questioned.
     “Sure, why not. They always have,” A.J.’s mom replied.
     “Well I think Ellie’s starting to fill out a little. Not so’s you’d notice much.”
     “Well I doubt A.J. will,” his mother scoffed. He’s still into cars and trucks and baseball stuff. He’s just always frustrated that Ellie beats him at everything all the time.” Ellie’s mom laughed.
     “So are you going to have the talk with her pretty soon,” A.J.’s mom asked.
     “I don’t think I need to for a while yet.” She paused a little. “Nobody ever had the talk with us,” she chuckled.
     “That didn’t keep us from learning,” her sister answered, “thanks to the Morrisey brothers.”
     “Yeah, I guess that was educational,” she quipped, “for all of us. We made history together in their barn didn’t we?”
     “Umm Hmm, and we weren’t much older than our kids then either,” her sister added.
     “I was twelve and you were thirteen.”
     “And Barry was thirteen and Jacob fifteen when we did it.”
     “But there was a little playing around before that.”
     “Yeah, but it didn’t hurt anything. We had to learn about boys somehow and school sure didn’t teach us, and I don’t think they teach ‘em any more now.”
     “Then there was that night in their dad’s old truck when you decided we should trade off. That could have been dangerous.”
     Her sister grinned sheepishly, “Yeah, it’s a wonder after that night that we both didn’t get pregnant.”
     They shared a large laugh, then Ellie’s mom observed, “Well I guess as young as they still are they can’t do any damage if they did get ideas.”
     Her sister agreed, then added, “But it won’t be long.”

     While their moms were having their little conversation, Ellie had her hand wrapped firmly around her cousin’s little dick while he poked into her narrow slit with his finger.
     “See I told you our mom’s still didn’t care if we saw each other naked.”
     “But they probably don’t know that we’re doing this,” A.J. answered and diddled his cousin a little more.
     She giggled and slapped his hand away then stood brazenly open to him while he reinserted a finger. Taking notice of how good it felt when he brushed across the little flap of skin at the top she decided to explore that herself later.
     “We better be careful,” Ellie warned. “They might be able to see us if they came outside.” There was a wood panel between the shower head on the old windmill and the house, and some boards where the water fell. But it was outside and not far from the house. “I even saw my dad out here once. I mean not real close, but when I was coming up from the barn he was all muddy and was showering off.”
     “So did you see his… you know, did you see it all?” A.J. queried.
     “Not really, just a glimpse. He’s really hairy down there and only turned around once, and I didn’t want to get caught peeking.” Ellie glanced around the corner of the panel. “We better get dressed.”
     A.J. nodded and they toweled off and pulled on the clean clothes they had brought from the house.

     The kids were pictures of innocence all during dinner and afterward. They played a board game while their parents drank coffee and discussed the day’s activities. When it was announced that they should get ready for bed, they did so stripping to their underwear and crawling under the thin sheet.
     It was understood that once the grown ups had gone to bed that they would mess around some more. But on this night the grown ups stayed up later than usual and the day had left the two pre-teens a little more than tired and they drifted off to sleep.
     It was early afternoon the next day before they managed to sip away to the old barn. A. J.’s memory of the fun they had last summer had him excited. He wasn’t disappointed as his precocious cousin wasted no time in inventing a game that rendered them both naked. Inevitably they ended up in wrestling match and, as usual, Ellie ended up on top pinning A.J.’s hands over his head and straddling his hips. Only this time they were both naked and her bare crotch had come to rest directly on A.J.’s swollen penis.
     He had not resisted much actually enjoying the feel of his cousin’s bare flesh against his own. When Ellie had felt the stiffness between her cousin’s legs, she moved her hips up until the length of the thin three inch shaft nestled squarely in the groove of her sex. Leaning forward a little she felt the stiffness rub directly on the little flap of skin.
     A shiver went through her body and instinct caused her hips to undulate over the little cylinder. A.J. offered no resistance enjoying a new sensation of contact between his stiff little boyhood and his cousin’s crack. They were looking into each other’s faces and recognizing a growing new sensation. Ellie’s hips began grinding harder on her cousin’s tool and she felt a strange glow between her legs.
     A.J. was getting a strange feeling as well when suddenly Ellie gasped and ground her crotch into his pinching his dick and immature balls under her body. Then just as suddenly she rolled off of him a lay quietly in the hay. She was breathing rapidly and had broken out in a sweat.
     “What happened,” he queried. “I don’t know,” Ellie breathed, after a few minutes, “But it felt really wild.”

     Ellie had no idea what an orgasm was. If she had heard about it on the playground she didn’t pay attention. And no one had ever explained anything like that. As she and her cousin put their clothes back on she wondered in silence. It had always felt good when she rubbed down there and it was even better when her cousin did it for her. It always seemed like her body wanted something when she did it. This must be it. She felt a little confused, almost embarrassed but she knew two things for certain. She liked how she had felt and she wanted to feel it again.
     A.J. likewise had no clue what an orgasm was. He wondered why Ellie had quit rubbing together all of a sudden. It had felt really good when she started sliding up and down on him, almost like he was going to need to go to the bathroom. But then she sort of pinched his balls in between them and that didn’t feel so good. He wondered if she had hurt herself as well.
     They didn’t talk about it while they trudged to the house and were fairly quiet during and after dinner. After a short game of Clue they were herded to bed. As they undressed, A.J. noticed a little stain on Ellie’s panties right where her crack was showing through her panties. He wondered if he should bring it up but thought better of it.
     It was Ellie who broke the silence after they lay there waiting for the adults to go to bed. “So did you have fun in the barn today?” she whispered.
     “Yeah, did you?” “Umm, hmm,” she nodded in the dark. “Do you want to do it again tomorrow?”
     “Sure, but,” he paused, “What happened when you quit? Did you hurt something?”
     “No,” she answered emphatically. “It just started feeling really strange, you know, between my legs, and I felt funny all over.” Then she added, “But it felt really good, maybe we can try it again tomorrow, if you want to, that is.”
     “Sure,” he responded, “I liked it too,” then he added, “Except right at the last it sort of pinched my balls.”
     “Oh,” Ellie new the little sac under her cousin’s little dick was sensitive but she hadn’t thought about it hurting when the rubbed together. “Is it OK now?” she asked.
     “Yeah, I think so.” “I could look to make sure,”
     A.J. turned his head to look at his cousin. She was looking at him and even in the dim light he could see the little grin and sparkle in her eye. “O.K.” He grinned back at her. Ellie rolled up on her elbow, glanced toward the door way and slowly pulled the sheet down to A.J.’s knees. Then she scooted down lower in the feather bed and leaned toward the boy’s middle.
     Hooking her fingers under the elastic of his jockey shorts she tugged the band past his hip bones. He raised his pelvis slightly allowing her to slip the cotton garment down to his lower thighs baring his boy parts.
     Bending forward she looked at the ten year old package. “I can’t see too well so I’ll just have to examine,” she whispered. A.J. grinned his approval in the dark. With little build up A.J.’s tool was not at attention. It was limp and pulled up leaving very little protruding. But as soon as Ellie began to examine it and the little sac below it the transformation took place and in seconds it was at full staff.
     With her face down close and with her fingers cradling she inspected the small apparatus turning and pulling on the shaft and cupping the tender little marbles in the slightly wrinkled sac. She was tempted to do something silly like ‘kiss it better’ but resisted and began the familiar motion much to her cousin’s approval.
     He would have allowed her to continue all night but in fairness asked, “So do you want me to examine you?” She readily consented and lay back down on the feather bed. A.J. repeated what Ellie had done to him. He bent over her and slowly pulled her panties down over her hips and down to almost her knees. Bending over for a closer look in the dark he gently spread her legs. With his thumbs he spread her immature labia exposing the little dangle of skin.
     “Is this the part that tickles?” he whispered running a thumb over what felt like a little bump. Ellie winced slightly and drew her legs up slightly.
     “Oh yes,” she hissed in the dark, drawing a breath as her cousin rubbed the spot with his thumbs. He didn’t quite understand the sensation he was providing and so left off to trace down the moist crack searching for the entrance.
     “Does this feel good, too?” as he slowly pushed his index finger into her opening. They had played around enough with each other to know the answers but asked them anyway as part of the ritual.
     She whispered approval though thinking to herself that the other really felt better but this was OK, too. Just as A.J. was beginning to get into his examination they heard a noise like one of the adults going into the bathroom. They quickly pulled the sheet up over them tugged their underwear up and feigned sleep. Had anyone come close the accelerated breathing and thumping pulses would have given the miscreants away.
     When quiet returned the kids decided further activity was risky, turned their backs to each other and drifted off to sleep.