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The Force	(mf, mff, mc, inc, oral, anal)

by Dorsai


Copyright (c) 2001 - Dorsai


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They were also a lot more tolerant of what we wore when we went down 
to one of the stock ponds to swim in the afternoons. The first time, 
Aunt Paula kind of gave Holly and Diane the fisheye when she saw the 
suits they were wearing, but when I didn't seem to notice or care, 
didn't say anything - with my help, of course. Nor did Uncle Jack 
(again, with my help) when he was driving by on the tractor (the one 
piece of Big Farm Machinery I could correctly identify 3 times out of 
4). The only time it came up was a couple days later, at supper. We 
were having some of Aunt Paula's incredible fried chicken (I've never 
found anything even CLOSE to it), when he said to Holly and Diane 
"You girls are starting to get some kinda growed up", before turning 
to me and asking "Don't you think, there, Mike?". I glanced at them, 
and said "Yeah, I suppose", before starting to wrap myself around 
another chicken thigh. My apparent indifference to them seemed to 
satisfy him, and after that, neither he nor Paula said another thing 
to any of us about it - or the time we spent at the different stock 
ponds and tanks on their property. We were always careful to use one 
of them that the animals wouldn't be near - not out of any fear of 
the animals or anything like that, but simply because none of us had 
any particular desire to go swimming in horse slobber, or have to 
walk through cow flop to get there. Yeah, I know, typical city-kid 
attitudes. So? We WERE city kids, and didn't see any particular merit 
to communing with nature THAT close.

Uncle Jack wasn't a lazy man, by any stretch of the imagination - but 
he was careful to work SMART. He'd set the stock tanks up so that 
they were pretty much grouped together: where different areas came 
together, he'd put the tanks in the corners, so that there was only 
the one water pump and a little piping involved. That meant that 
while us kids were in one tank, the animals might be in one or more 
of the fields next to us, generally not too far from the water. The 
net result was that whenever one of the males felt a little frisky, 
we were there to watch as he started trying to romance a female - and 
more than once, watched as they bred.

As a teenage male, the effect on me was involuntary - I couldn't HELP 
but sprout an erection; the girls invariable noticed, and with only a 
little help from me, soon felt their own arousal at the shows we got.

So when the three of us watched a stallion breed a mare, all three of 
us made a rapt audience for his 'performance'. A quick scan of Diane 
and Holly showed that they were about as excited as I was at the 
show.

I took the opportunity to plant an idea in Diane's mind, since she 
was the more adventurous of the two: the idea was that SHE wanted to 
get at least a *little* bit of an idea of what the mare was feeling.

She surprised the hell out of Holly when she reached under the water 
to pull off the bottoms of her suit, laying them on the side of the 
stock tank. Holly looked at her, and asked "Diane! What are you 
*doing*?!"

Diane answered Holly while looking straight into my eyes: "I want to 
know what it's like for that mare when the stallion is on her. I want 
Mike to put his finger in me."

"But why MIKE? Why not just use your *own* finger?", Holly asked, 
still shocked.

"Because I don't think my finger is big enough. Mike's hands are 
*way* bigger than mine, but not so big they'll hurt me. And I trust 
him not to try to, uh, do anything more."

Holly looked at me, and I scanned her to discover that while she was 
shocked at the idea, she was also a bit excited by it. It didn't take 
much to make her a willing observer, and even start her thinking 
about the idea herself.

I asked Diane what she had in mind, and she told me "I want you to 
put your hand between my legs, and kind of, uh, play with me a little 
bit. When I tell you it's okay, you can put your finger in me - but 
go slow, so if it starts to hurt or anything, I can tell you. I know 
you've been out with other girls, so you know what to do; just 
remember that I'm still a virgin, okay?"

I nodded, and turned myself so that I was crouching at the side of 
the tank, kind of propped up against it. Diane hesitantly came over 
to stand in front and to the side of me, and nodded to me when I 
looked into her eyes. With her ready, I carefully reached forward to 
lay my hand on the outside of her mound, getting a good feel of the 
soft hair of her bush for the first time.

I slowly drew my fingertip across the outside of her mons, and heard 
her gasp softly as it crossed the nubbin of her clitoris. Extending 
my finger, I curled it again, letting the end slip between the 
delicate folds of her labia - and watched as she bent her knees and 
spread her legs to give me better access to her opening. I finished 
moving my finger by letting it softly press against her clitoris 
again, and her moan in response. When Holly heard that, she moved 
over to stand next to us, looking down to where she could see my hand 
between Diane's thighs.

The third time I lay my finger along Diane's cleft, I deliberately 
left it laying there, pressed against her - waiting to see what she 
would do. She surprised me by reached down to lay her hand on where 
my erect penis was tenting the front of my suit, telling me "I... I 
want to touch you, too..." as she looked into my face.

I told her "Go ahead, then, if you want to!", and after only a 
moment's hesitation, she moved her hand to slide it into my suit, 
holding me in her hand. When she realized that she couldn't really 
feel - or do - much that way, she pulled her hand back out, and then 
used both of them to pull my suit halfway down my thighs. I heard her 
and Holly both gasp when my erection popped free to stand out in 
front of me - the water in the tank was almost perfectly clear, and 
they could easily see it.

With me fully exposed to her touch, she quickly took me in her hand 
again before arching her back slightly to press herself against my 
hand. With that simple request, I let my fingertip begin probing at 
her entrance. I started gently and carefully, because as she'd 
reminded me, she was a virgin, and the last thing in the world I 
wanted to do was hurt her - in ANY way. Second, I figured if I could 
make her feel good, Holly would know it, and be more agreeable to 
letting me get my hands on her, too.

At first, all I used was the first digit of my finger, pressing into 
her slightly to make sure she was open, and wet, enough inside for me 
to continue.

As I carefully pressed my finger farther into her, I ran into the 
slight obstruction of her maidenhead. "Ran into" is probably the 
wrong term, though: because I was being so slow and careful, it was 
more a case of discovery. When I got to it, I was extremely careful 
not to do anything that would hurt or frighten her - the way she was 
holding my erection, and investigating it with her fingers felt too 
damn good for me to want to do anything that might make her stop. A 
little careful investigation of what lay at the end of my fingertip, 
and I found that her 'cherry' wasn't a single, continuous piece of 
skin. Instead, it was more of a ring of thin tissue - open in the 
middle, but still enough of an obstruction that I'd have to be 
careful if I was to get past it. It felt soft and flexible enough 
that I thought I could get more of my finger into her if I took it 
slow.

The feeling of me sliding my finger around in her was apparently 
having it's effect on Diane - she was softly panting as she slowly 
wiggled her hips in pleasured response to my probing. Holly and I 
could both easily see that her nipples were hard and erect, with her 
areolas crinkled and puckered in her excitement.

I started pressing against her hymen like I was doing a stretching 
exercise: keeping a steady gentle pressure on it while rhythmically 
pushing it a little harder. After a few times, I thought I could feel 
it stretching a bit, so I kept going - Diane was FAR from indicating 
any pain or discomfort from what I was doing. If anything, her body 
was telling me to keep at it: she'd developed a blush across the 
upper slopes of her breasts and on her face, and she was pressing 
right back against me each time I pushed on her maidenhead.

As I was doing this, I looked over at Holly; I saw that her eyes were 
going from where Diane was slowly stroking my erection to where my 
hand was between Diane's thighs, and back again. Her nipples were 
almost as erect as Diane's, and as I looked at her, I saw her arm 
start to move. It was as though she wanted to reach out to where 
Diane had hold of me, but was still afraid to actually let herself do 
it. I scanned her, and saw that that was almost exactly the 
situation: the only thing stopping her from doing it was the fact 
that I was her brother. I brought up the memory in her that she'd 
already had a few passing feels of me before, when we'd been in the 
pool; that seemed to give her something to work with.

While I was at it, I went on to scan Diane; what I found there was 
that she actually was feeling a little mild discomfort, but that the 
pleasure of what I was doing to her - and the thrill of what she was 
doing to me - had more than compensated for it.

Realizing that I had a little more leeway in how fast I went, and how 
hard I 'pushed' her, I increased my efforts to get past her cherry - 
and a minute later, did, feeling it as the opening of it slid past 
the tip of my finger to about the middle of the first digit. I 
immediately stopped, even as Diane gave a small squeak of mixed 
surprise and pain.

She moved her eyes from my penis to my face, and I asked her "Are you 
okay? Do you want me to stop, or pull it out of you?"

She thought it over for a moment, then said "No, you're okay. It only 
hurt a little bit, for a second. Just go a little slower now, okay?"

I assured her that I would, and when I didn't do anything to move 
inside her for a few seconds, her attention went back to where she 
still had her hand wrapped around my erect penis.

When I felt her moving her hand on me again, I carefully slid my 
finger out of her a little ways - letting the opening in her cherry 
shrink back a little bit. Then I slowly slid my finder into her 
again, feeling it as the ring of her hymen slid down my finger until 
it got to the first knuckle. I stopped there, so that both of us 
would have a little more time to let her opening stretch. I slid my 
finger back out, then in again; this time, it seemed a little easier 
to do, even though I still stopped when I got to my knuckle. Another 
out, and back in; only this time, I let my finger slide into her 
enough that I felt the inside ring of her hymen slip past my knuckle. 
She didn't seem to feel any discomfort from that, so that was the 
pattern I started following: pulling my finger part way out of her, 
then sliding it back in just a _little_ farther than it had been 
before. That way, I was able to not only stretch the opening of her 
cherry, but the movement of my finger sliding in and out of her 
helped get her excited, making what I was doing even easier.

Of course, there finally came the point where both of us felt my 
finger slip into her all the way, filling her completely. When it 
happened, I simply stopped, waiting to see what she wanted to do, or 
wanted ME to do. I wasn't surprised when she stopped sliding her hand 
and fingers along my erection; what DID surprise me was the look of 
absolute delight and satisfaction that she got as she simply stood 
there, straddling my hand. She got a far-away look in her eyes, and 
HOlly had to speak her name several times before she came back to our 
planet.

"What does it feel like?", Holly asked.

Diane smiled, and said "It feels *wonderful*. It's like I suddenly 
found a piece of me that I didn't even know was missing."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Oh, no! It feels *great*!"

Holly got a slightly envious look on her face as she watched Diane 
slowly raise herself up a bit; I took that as my cue to slide my 
finger back out of her - but only about halfway, before easing it 
back into her. Holly watched all this, and saw Diane's smile get even 
wider as my finger filled her again.

A few seconds later, I did it again; and a few seconds after that, 
another time, a little more quickly. Each time, Diane's please smile 
got wider; and each time, it got easier for me to do. Over the next 
couple of minutes, I very gradually increased the speed that I let my 
finger move in her while I let the length of the stroked increase, 
too. By the time I got to the point that I was moving in her almost 
constantly, she had a very distinct blush on her face and shoulders, 
and she was panting and gasping as her pelvis moved in time with my 
hand.

Diane had put on hand on my shoulder to help steady herself as she 
held my erection in the other, so I was pretty surprised when I felt 
another hand touch my penis. I looked down to see that Holly had 
finally gotten past her mental block, and had moved to find out for 
herself what an erect male penis felt like - even if it WAS her own 
brother's. She'd also taken off the bottoms of HER suit, as well.

With Holly's hand moving on my erection, it wasn't as much of a 
surprise to me when I felt her use her other hand to pull mine down 
between her thighs. Again, I lay it against the outside of her mons, 
delighted at the soft mass of her rust-red bush.

Needing to put my attention on Holly, I gradually let Diane take 
control over how my finger moved in her: as my hand slowed, her 
movements increased, so that finally, my hand held still, with Diane 
sliding herself up and down my extended finger. She also took the 
opportunity to reach behind herself to unfasten the top of her suit, 
and pull it off, setting it next to where she'd put the bottoms.

Able to focus on Holly, I let my finger slip between her inner lips, 
feeling how slick and oily they were. Though she was only slightly 
shorter than Diane, Holly was a *lot* smaller inside. As I eased the 
end of my finger into her, I scanned her, and found her to be 
extremely turned on by what I was doing - and the fact that it was ME 
doing it. She was more than willing to accept some discomfort along 
the way if it meant she could experience anything close to what she 
could tell Diane was feeling.

Holly was a lot tighter inside than Diane, but she was also a LOT 
wetter. That made it easier for me to twist my finger a little bit to 
spread her oils around, so that I could ease some more of my finger 
into her. Another scan of her, and I knew that she wasn't having any 
problems - at ALL - with what I was doing. I eased my way into a 
little further, and came to where her cherry blocked me. Doing things 
a little differently for Holly, I slid my finger in and out of her 
several times, making sure that it was well-lubricated with her 
juices before pressing against her hymen - and feeling it quickly and 
easily slide past the end of my finger. She gasped slightly when it 
happened, and I stopped to scan her again, discovering that she 
wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable - rather than feeling anything 
like that, all she felt was pleasure, and desire for me to continue.

I backed my finger out of her a little ways, then pressed it back in; 
again, the opening in her hymen easily stretched to fit around my 
finger, then slide down almost to the second knuckle. Amazed at how 
easily she was taking me, I withdrew again to spread her wetness 
around before pressing in again. This time, the rest of my finger 
slid into her easily, so that the elastic opening of her vagina was 
wrapped around it, down near my hand.

Another scan of her and I knew that what she felt was almost exactly 
what Diane had: that all she felt was the pleasure of having 
something long and hard filling her womanhood, scratching an itch she 
hadn't been fully aware of. For me, it felt like my finger was in one 
of those Chinese finger traps, the kind that only get tighter when 
you try to pull your fingers apart - except that this trap was hot, 
and wet, and SO much tighter. And it belonged to my own sister.

I could feel the small pea of her clitoris pressing against my hand 
at the base of my finger; I let it stay there as I used the ample 
lubrication she was producing to lubricate my finger, making it 
possible for me to start sliding my rigid digit in and out of her 
female treasure.

In short order, Holly was as excited and aroused as Diane was; both 
of them had a hand on my erection, working together to explore and 
examine my manhood as I pleased both of them in return.

With both of them gasping and panting as I thrust my finger in and 
out of their openings, I leaned forward a bit to kiss Diane - who 
didn't hesitate to kiss me right back, meeting my tongue with hers. 
When our kiss broke, she looked into my eyes with a new awareness of 
me; a quick scan let me know that for the first time, she was 
thinking of me as a sexual being - and a potential partner. As Holly 
watched us, she, too, took off the top of her suit, leaving her as 
naked as Diane.

I kissed Holly next, and she eagerly opened her mouth when my tongue 
touched her lips, using her tongue to duel with mine as we tried to 
check each other's tonsils. I scanned her, only to find out that she 
didn't *care* who she was kissing, or whose finger was inside her - 
all that mattered to her was how *good* it felt to her. With that 
discovery, I didn't hesitate to lower my head when our kiss ended, 
taking one of her delightful nipples into my mouth and sucking on it 
in time with my penetration of her young womanhood. In only a few 
seconds, I felt it harden under my tongue even as I felt her internal 
muscles clutching at my finger. With one nipple as hard as I could 
get it, I moved on to the other; in even less time, it was as hard 
and erect as the first.

When I released the tip of Holly's breast from my lips, I raised my 
head and saw that her firm young breasts were swaying _ever_ so 
slightly in time with her gyrations on my finger. I looked over to 
Diane, and saw that she was as fascinated by the sight as I'd been - 
and when she saw me looking at her, pleaded with her eyes for me to 
do the same to her.

Diane watched, mesmerized, as I leaned forward and lowered my head to 
take the tip of her breast between my lips - pulling her areola and 
nipple into my mouth to gently 'chew' on them with my lips as I 
repeatedly flicked my tongue across her pencil-eraser sized nipples, 
making them stick out even further as her areola puckered in response 
to my sucking.

As I was doing that, I carefully scanned her; when I 'saw' that she 
was ready, I switched over to do the same things to the other breast. 
I was deliberately responding to her internal wishes and desires - 
I'd found out with other girls that working that way, it made me seem 
to be more of a perfect lover to them, increasing not only their 
pleasure at what I was doing, but increasing their satisfaction with 
me. And the more satisfied they were with me, the greater my chances 
of getting into the same situation with them again.

As I was giving Diane's breast a thorough tongue bath, I felt Holly 
tighten around my finger before she released a deep groan as an 
orgasm took her over. Diane and I could both hear it as Holly moaned 
in time with what was obviously a deeply satisfying release.

Holly's orgasm was apparently more than enough to give Diane the push 
she needed; even as I felt Holly gently push my hand out from between 
her firm thighs, I felt Diane increase her motions on the finger I 
had buried in her. When I went back to sucking on her breasts and 
nipples, I could feel her actions increase even more, and less than a 
minute later, felt her vagina start fluttering around my finger as 
she nearly screamed her release.

Diane's hands stopped their movement on my penis as her orgasm was 
washing through her; when it finally ended, she slowly collapsed. I 
quickly - but gently - withdrew my finger from her, so that I could 
hold her in my arms as she recovered from what was clearly a powerful 
experience for her. I was more than a little pleased by the feel of 
her firm breasts pressing into me, and the way my erection was 
trapped between her belly, and mine.

As she got her breath and strength back, Diane slowly realized where 
she was. I scanned her as she recovered, finding that she was not 
only grateful for the help; but aroused by the contact, and pleased 
by what I was doing - and what I'd done.

When she was able to move, Diane shakily stood up, looking to where 
Holly was hanging by her arms from the side of the stock tank we were 
in. With her feet under her again, Diane turned back to me, and said 
"That made me feel *so* good. I... I want to make you feel good, 
too."

Holly looked on in surprise as Diane reached down to take my erection 
in her hand again before saying "Stand up, Mike. I want to watch when 
you shoot your stuff."

I stood up as Diane softly wrapped her hand around my erection and 
started stroking my length before she reached down to cup by balls in 
her hand, weighing them. As she felt me responding to her touch, her 
grip on me tightened slightly as a self-satisfied smile grew on her 
lips. I started to reach for her breasts, then stopped, waiting to 
see whether she would object. She looked into my eyes before nodding 
her permission as I cupped her firm, rounded breasts in my hands 
before running my thumbs across her nipples - watching as they perked 
up again in response.

What Diane was doing to me was feeling better and better - 
particularly since I was able to cup and squeeze her breasts. It 
didn't take much longer before I felt my balls tighten up, something 
that Diane could feel, too, since she was softly squeezing them at 
the time. She looked up at me questioningly, and I simply told her 
"Yeah. Pretty quick, now." before getting a pleased grin in return.

Both of them - Holly was paying CLOSE attention to what Diane and I 
were doing - were watching intently as I finally shot my load: the 
way Diane had hold of me, it landed squarely between her breasts, 
leaving a large splotch on her chest. The second landed only a little 
below the first, and the two of them soon merged to start sliding 
down her front. The third spurt landed on her stomach, while the 
fourth about halfway between the third and her belly button. The rest 
landed progressively lower on her, until there was only a small 
dribble of my semen trickling out the end of my softening penis.

Diane released her hold on me, and moved her hand up to collect some 
of my cum on her fingers. She felt the texture of it between her 
thumb and forefinger before raising her hand to sniff at it, then 
stick her tongue out to tentatively taste it before smiling at me as 
she licked her fingers clean. It was erotic as hell for me to see, 
and I quickly scanned Holly to discover that it was having a similar 
effect on her - along with a mild desire to find out what it was 
like. After only a little prodding on my part, she did just that: 
reaching out to Diane, Holly scooped some of my jism on her own 
fingers, then followed what Diane had done: feeling the texture of 
it, smelling it, and finally tasting it. A quick scan revealed that 
Holly didn't find it as pleasant as Diane did, but she didn't find it 
UNpleasant, either.

Diane scooped up some water to wash my semen off her front; when she 
was done, she and Holly teamed up to cup the wads that were floating 
in the tank, and jettison them over the side. Only then did they 
realized that they were both still naked, and that I was standing 
there with my suit halfway down my thighs, watching them. Both 
blushed, but defiantly watched me as they reached out to collect 
their suits, then put them back on. When they were done, I casually 
reached down to pull my suit back up, letting them watch as I 
adjusted it to fit around my still semi-erect penis.

I scanned them, and found that Diane was still thinking of me 
sexually, while Holly was confused: she'd really enjoyed what we'd 
done, but in afterthought, was concerned about us being brother and 
sister. I gently eased the realization into her mind that what I'd 
done would have felt just as good if I'd been someone else. I also 
implanted the thought that I was her *brother*, and that I loved her 
and wouldn't do anything wrong to her - after all, how many times had 
I helped her with other 'boy' stuff in the past? Wasn't this just 
another one, only a little more direct? It didn't take long before 
she began to accept the thoughts I was gently and carefully putting 
into her mind; that accomplished, I went back to see if there was 
anything I needed to do with, or about, Diane.

Her mind was pretty settled about the whole thing - I wasn't *her* 
brother (she was an only child), it had felt pretty damn good, and 
she was still technically a virgin. The only thing she was concerned 
about was how what we'd done would affect Holly - and their 
relationship. I gave her the idea to go over to Holly, and kiss her; 
she did, and Holly was quick to respond (with my help) much as she 
always had. That reassured Diane, and the two of them moved over to 
take up positions next to where I was crouched down a little, leaning 
against the side of the stock tank.

With one of them on each side of me, I reached out to put my arms 
around them, down by their waists. First Diane, then Holly, took my 
hand, and moved it up to cover their breast before laying a hand on 
the inside of my thigh closest to them. I gave each of them a soft 
kiss on the lips, then one on the forehead; after that, the three of 
us were content to stay there for a little while, thinking about what 
we'd just done. I carefully scanned the two of them, and neither one 
was experiencing any regrets; rather, they were remembering it as 
fondly as I was.

A while later, we heard Uncle Jack calling for us. The girls quickly 
moved to the other side of the tank, and the three of us shouted to 
let him know where we were. A minute later, he pulled up on the 
tractor in the next field over. I climbed out of the tank and slipped 
my shoes on; as I was doing that, Uncle Jack got down off the 
tractor, and headed over toward us. I met him at the fence, and after 
he looked over to where the girls were hanging off the side of the 
tank, their backs to us in apparently deep conversation, told me 
"Mike, I'm going to need you help in a bit. Old Man Kenney had a 
little fire in one of his hay piles this morning, and I wanted to 
make sure that the hay I've got in the barn gets shuffled around 
some, so it won't catch fire like his did. It's getting toward 
harvest time, so there isn't that much of it, so it won't take long, 
but I want to make sure I get it done today."

"Sure, Uncle Jack - I'll be glad to. If you want, I can grab the rest 
of my stuff, and just ride back with you."

"That'd be fine, Mike. I appreciate it."

"No problem. Besides, it's about time I payed for all the groceries 
I've been putting away!", I joked.

He smiled, and headed for the tractor. A minute later, I was up there 
with him, and the two of us headed for the barn. When we got to one 
of the roads, we had to let some car traffic go by; I took the chance 
to put my clothes on over my swim suit, and put my shoes on.

When we got to the barn, I could see what Uncle Jack had been talking 
about - all the hay bales were stacked up in one big pile; it would 
take a while to get them moved around, and was certainly a two-person 
job.

We got started, and as we got to the center bales, both of us noticed 
that they were noticeably warmer than the bales that had been on the 
outside of pile. We just looked at each other, and kept going. We 
were almost down to the bottom layer when I had an idea.

"Uncle Jack?"

"What is it, Mike?"

"What makes a haypile catch on fire?"

He paused for a moment, then told me "Usually, it's when you get too 
much hay piled up in one place, and you get the right combination of 
temperature and humidity to let bacteria in the hay get started. When 
that happens, they get growing, and that produces heat - and if the 
conditions are right, it's enough heat to actually let the hay catch 
fire."

"Has that ever happened in just ONE bale of hay?"

"Nope, not that I've ever heard of. Why, what have you got in mind?"

"Uh, would it work if we were to stack the hay bales up in kind of a 
crosswise pattern? You know, one layer pointed this way, the next 
layer pointed the other? And left a little space between the bales?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Well, it just seems like if we did that, there would be plenty of 
space for air to get in between the bales, so they wouldn't be able 
to get too warm or too damp. With a little space around each bale, it 
would be like it was laying there by itself, kind of. When I see 
pictures of them moving sacks of grain, that's how they're always 
stacked."

He thought that over for a few moments, then said "Yup, might work, 
at that. It'd mean the hay took up a little more space, though. 
Course, it'd mean a lot less work, too - and if the barn burned down 
because I *didn't* move the hay around, the space wouldn't matter. 
All right, we'll give 'er a try."

With that, we went back to work, and got all the hay bales moved out. 
After a little experimenting, we found an arrangement that let us 
stack the hay up in layers, with gaps between the bales. From there, 
it was short work to get it all stacked up again. Just as we were 
finishing, Aunt Paula came in. She looked at what we'd done, and 
raised an eyebrow at Uncle Jack. He explained my idea to her, and why 
he though it would work. Then he added "It'll make the hay easier to 
get out when I need it, too. Probably keep it fresher for the stock, 
on top of that."

When she looked at me again, I could see in her face that she was 
proud of me.

That night for supper, Aunt Paula fired up the grill and cooked 
steaks and baked potatoes for all of us, as a kind of celebration of 
my idea. She and Uncle Jack both told me a couple of times that it 
had been a good one, and that they were going to make sure they told 
the other farmers in the area about it, and who thought it up.

The next morning, Uncle Jack asked me to go into town with him - 
something he did sometimes, but not all that often. We went to the 
little cafe where he and the other farmers met to discuss things 
(gossip, mostly, he told me once), and he ordered each of us a cup of 
coffee. For a while, the main topic was the fire at Old Man Kenney's 
place; then Uncle Jack spoke up, telling them about my idea for 
stacking hay. I'd completely forgotten what he'd said about telling 
the other farmers, so it caught me completely by surprise, and 
embarrassed the hell out of me. But he went on to tell them what we'd 
done, and how he figured it was going to help. When they asked, he 
admitted easily enough that the hay took up a little more space, but 
added that he figured that was better than working too hard or having 
the barn burn down. The other farmers at the table (actually about 
four tables pushed together) all nodded at that, and looked at me, 
embarrassing me even more.

A while later, we got up to leave, and Uncle Jack started to reach 
into his pocket to pay for our coffee. One of the other farmers spoke 
up, saying "I'll get it Jack. You and the young'un there, I reckon 
you done us a good turn with that hay idea."

Uncle Jack nodded and thanked him, then the two of us headed out to 
Uncle Jack's beat up old truck. Inside, he grinned at me, and said 
"That fella that bought the coffee? He's Tommy Smithers; he don't 
much take to new ideas, and he sure doesn't spend a nickel he doesn't 
have to. If he thinks your idea was good enough to buy us coffee, you 
can be sure every farmer in there will have his hay re stacked by 
nightfall. You got a pretty good head on your shoulders, there, Mike. 
When you get ready for college and need some help, you just let me 
know."

I thanked him, and he politely ignored my embarrassment to start the 
truck and head us back toward the farm.

We got back to the house to find that Aunt Paula had gotten a couple 
loads of laundry done, and had the girls helping her hang it on their 
outside clothesline to dry. Uncle Jack told her about getting our 
coffee bought for us, and Aunt Paula gave me another one of her 
happy/proud looks before telling Holly and Diane what it meant. When 
she was done, both of them looked a little impressed, too.

I went off with Uncle Jack to get a couple of his smaller hay piles 
re-stacked while the girls stayed at the house to help Aunt Paula. 
When we'd all finished lunch, Uncle Jack told us "It's only a couple 
more days before your folks get back from their vacation, so why 
don't you kids go ahead and have some fun until then. I don't have 
any more chores for Mike, and I expect Paula could spare you two 
young fillies, so just go ahead and do what you like. Just remember, 
if you sleep in, you'll have to get your own breakfast!" he finished, 
teasing. He knew that all three of us enjoyed Aunt Paula's farm 
breakfasts too much to sleep in and miss them.

All three of us thanked him, and Aunt Paula, and they both assured us 
that they'd enjoyed having us around, and appreciated our help on the 
farm. Uncle Jack handed me the keys to his truck and $20, saying 
"Mike, I reckon you and the girls might like to go into town and 
catch a movie this afternoon. This'll cover the tickets and something 
to snack on while you're there."

I knew he didn't mean the small town near where they lived; both 
traffic lights in it were blinking yellow - the only traffic sign in 
it was a 'yield' sign where two streets merged. What he meant was 
that we were free to go the other direction to a larger town that had 
a small shopping mall and a small four-screen theater. All of us 
thanked him, and he just waved it off, saying "Go on, or you'll be 
late for something you might want to see."

All three of us cleaned up and changed into 'city' clothes (what we 
wore on the farm tended to be kind of worn and ragged, if 
comfortable), and with a hug for Aunt Paula, piled into the truck to 
head for the movie. Holly had picked up the local paper, and read us 
our list of options from the window seat as I drove with Diane 
sitting next to me. I got outvoted, with the girls deciding they 
wanted to see a romance, while I was trying to get us into an 
adventure flick. We could have each gone to what we wanted to see, 
but by an unspoken agreement, we chose to stay together.

Once inside the there, we discovered the advantage of going to 
weekday afternoon matinees: the only other people in our part of the 
there were a couple of older couples sitting a dozen rows ahead of 
us.

As the movie started, the three of us sat back to watch it - Diane 
was on one side of me, with Holly on the other. Neither one cared 
when I put my arms on the back of their seats to stretch out a 
little.

It was a good movie, with a couple of good actors playing their parts 
very well; it just wasn't my first choice for entertainment, was all. 
Still, it did help when first Diane, then Holly a few moments later, 
reached up to pull my hand down in front of them, holding it. When 
the movies started getting to the romantic scenes, each of them went 
further by guiding my hand to one of their breasts - leaving me to 
discover that neither one had bothered to put on a bra, and that both 
of their blouses were loose enough at the neck that I could easily 
slip a hand down the front to touch their breasts directly. In 
return, each of them layed a hand on my leg. Diane went on to softly 
stroke my thigh, and even expanded her range to brush against my 
semi-erect penis. Holly looked down once to see what Diane was doing, 
and then just smiled at me before turning back to watch the movie - 
which I was only half-watching, preferring to focus my attention on 
the delightful feeling of having two very different, but equally 
pleasant, breasts in my hands.

When the last scene of the movie faded, I carefully removed my hands 
from their blouses - something that a quick scan revealed was a 
disappointment for all three of us. Diane had gotten me nearly fully 
erect, so I simply sat there when the lights came up, so that I could 
have a little more time to let my erection go down before I had to 
stand up. Both girls seemed to know what the problem was, and grinned 
at my predicament. As the older couples in front of us made their way 
out, I could see the guys looking at me somewhat enviously: there I 
sat, with not one but TWO pretty girls right next to me.

After a bit, I felt ready to face the world, and the three of us got 
up and made our way out of the there. It was only mid-afternoon, and 
kind of hot, so we decided that an ice cream cone was in order. My 
first priority was to gas up the truck, as a courtesy to Uncle Jack. 
That done, it didn't take us long to find a place to get the cones; 
from there, we went on to find a small park in town to eat them. We 
sat at a picnic table, watching the squirrels trying to stockpile 
their winter meals, while we tried to eat the cones faster than they 
melted. We didn't do all that well at it, and finally had to go over 
to one of the water fountains to rinse the ice cream residue off our 
hands and fingers before drying our hands on our clothing.

It was on the way back to the truck that Diane took my arm and 
stopped me, then stood in front of me to say "Mike, there's something 
I want you to do."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I want you to be my first."

"Your first what?" (okay, so I have my dense moments, too)

"My first guy. I want you to be the one to take my cherry."

Holly just stood there, watching us - she'd obviously been expecting 
*something* like this. I scanned her, and found that she wasn't the 
slightest bit jealous or worried about Diane; Holly knew that *she* 
wasn't ready yet, and was quite content to let Diane decide for 
herself.

It took me a couple seconds, then I asked her "Why me? Why now?" I 
didn't doubt that she was serious or sincere, but I needed to make 
sure she was SURE; and this gave me something to work with while I 
scanned her.

Even as she told me "Because of what you did yesterday, and more 
important, HOW you did it. Because as much as the three of us have 
played with each other, and touched each other, you have *never* 
tried to 'do' anything with me." I was scanning her - and finding 
that she WAS sure about it, and just as sincere and serious as I'd 
expected. What surprised me, though, was how anxious she was, and how 
little fear she had. I listened as she went on "I don't mean that I 
want you - us! - to 'do it' right here and right now; what I meant is 
that when we can, I want it to be you my first time."

Here, Holly finally spoke up, saying "Aunt Paula goes into town 
tomorrow to do her grocery shopping, and that always takes her a 
couple of hours. Uncle Jack will be out someplace, so that would give 
you some time, if you wanted."

"And what if Aunt Paula wants somebody to go with her to help carry 
groceries or something?" I asked.

"Then I'll do it." Holly answered, before adding "In fact, I think 
I'll ask her if I can go with her anyway. I think this is something 
for you two, not us three."

Something else occurred to me, and I asked Diane "What about birth 
control? I don't have any condoms at the farm, and there isn't enough 
money left for me to buy any here."

She nodded - a quick scan showed she was pleased that I'd asked - and 
told me "My mom put me on the Pill when we got out of school last 
time. She told me that she didn't know if I was still a virgin or 
not, but that if I was, she didn't expect me to be one much longer; 
and that she'd feel better knowing that I couldn't get into any 
trouble, either way. I've been taking them since last June, so 
there's no worry about getting me pregnant. I trust you not to give 
me any diseases; from what I've heard, you're pretty careful about 
stuff like that."

That was true: I'd broken up with a couple of girls that I'd found 
out were quite willing to sleep with anybody, any time, any where. 
The idea of catching something that might make my dick rot and fall 
off scared the hell out of me.

Understand that it wasn't like I didn't want to jump her bones; I 
just wanted to make sure that there weren't going to be any second 
thoughts or anything. Sure, I could have 'adjusted' them out of her, 
but that was something I tried to avoid doing if at all possible. 
Cute and sexy as Diane was, I still LIKED her, too. Maybe even loved 
her - I wasn't quite sure. If anything happened between us, I wanted 
it to be HER choice, not mine - just like I wanted Holly to be the 
one to ask me of HER own free will. Sure, I didn't have any problems 
with getting into their minds and giving them reasons to, but I 
*never* did anything to _push_ them toward it. A subtle distinction, 
perhaps, but enough for me.

With the worries of disease and pregnancy taken care of, and the 
knowledge that we'd have the time and opportunity, there wasn't 
anything left for me to do but agree: "If that's what you really 
want, then it would be my pleasure!", I told her - and getting a 
smile at my joke. I went on to tell her "You've got from now to the 
time that we actually 'do it' to change your mind. If you do, I won't 
be mad or anything; I know this is a big step for you, and I'm not 
going to do anything to push you either way."

She nodded her understanding, and thanked me before stepping up to 
give me a kiss on the lips. I happily kissed her back, and we took a 
few seconds to explore each others tonsils before breaking apart to 
head back for the truck. On the way back to the farm, I scanned both 
of them.

Holly was perfectly content with the idea of leaving us alone the 
next day; she didn't think that she was ready to start having sex 
yet, and was quite happy to let Diane go first - she wanted to find 
out from Diane whether it hurt and so on before she gave it any 
serious thought. Still, she was thinking about getting started on 
birth control herself in anticipation of when her time DID come.

Diane was a different story: she was more than ready, emotionally and 
psychologically, to lose her virginity. I'd grossly underestimated 
what effect our activities of the previous day had had on her. Not 
only had I shown her the patience and gentleness she was looking for, 
but I'd been enthusiastic enough about helping her find HER pleasure 
before taking my own - something that was pretty important to her. 
Added to that was the fact that even after getting the two of them 
off, and having my own climax, I hadn't been afraid to hold them and 
show them affection. Finally, she knew that I was more experienced, 
and that I would take the time to make it easier and better for her; 
she thought that it might hurt, but after I'd been so careful not to 
rush things in the stock tank, she trusted me to make is as easy for 
her as it could be. The thing that surprised me, though, was her 
expectation that this wouldn't be just a one-time deal: she was 
anticipating that she and I would have more than just this one time 
together - that I would be the one to help her learn about all the 
different aspects of sex that she'd heard about.

So as to not seem as eager for the encounter as I really was, I 
planted the idea of having stories to cover ourselves in Holly's 
mind. She brought it up for me, and the rest of the way back to the 
farm, we worked out how best to distract Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack 
from what we were really up to.

We got back to the farm in plenty of time to help Aunt Paula get 
started on supper. By the time Uncle Jack came in, we had a good 
start on a fried chicken supper: the chicken, of course, as guest of 
honor, along with mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, green beans, 
home-made rolls, fresh-churned butter, and fresh apple pie with ice 
cream. By the time supper ended, *all* of us were pretty well 
stuffed. The girls and I tried to clear the table, but Aunt Paula 
wasn't having any - even gently chasing us off when we tried to help 
after she started doing it.

We all retired to the screened-in back porch, where we found Uncle 
Jack. He offered me a beer, which I gratefully accepted, and after a 
moments thought, offered one for Diane and Holly to share. They 
declined, in favor of their iced tea they'd brought out. As we sat 
there watching assorted bugs bounce off the screen, Uncle Jack asked 
us what we had in mind for the next day. I told him that I had a book 
that I'd brought along in case it rained; I figured to read it, since 
we'd only had a couple of small rainshowers while we were there. 
Diane and Holly said that they were planning on catching some sun, 
and maybe doing some reading of their own. That seemed to satisfy 
him, and the four of us sat there, enjoying the cool evening breeze 
until Aunt Paula joined us. A while later, Diane offered to take on 
any or all of us in a game of Monopoly, and we spent the rest of the 
evening trying to build our empires. It was nearly 11:00 before Aunt 
Paula was declared the winner, so the lot of us could go to bed.

The next morning, Holly caught Aunt Paula as she was rounding up her 
things to head into town, and asked "Aunt Paula? Are you going in to 
town today for anything?"

"I was just getting ready to go, in fact."

"I'd like to go with you, if it's okay."

"Of course it's okay, dear. Why?"

"There's, uh, something I need to, uh, buy." By not coming right out 
and saying why she wanted to go, or what she wanted to get, Holly was 
letting Aunt Paula jump to the conclusion that she needed 'female 
products', as Uncle Jack called them. As we'd expected, Aunt Paula 
immediately 'understood', and assured Holly that she was more than 
welcome.

Diane was already in her swimsuit, laying on an old blanket in the 
side yard where she could catch some sun; while I was sitting on the 
back porch with my book, listening to them.

Aunt Paula looked around, and saw me sitting over in the corner, 
apparently buried in my book. She told me "Mike, Holly's going with 
me into town. We'll be back in a couple of hours." I looked up and 
nodded my understanding to her, then went back to my reading - 
knowing that it would be at LEAST two hours before she got back, and 
probably closer to three if Holly had anything to do with it. 
Satisfied, she went out to start 'her' car (an old Ford Ranchero) 
while Holly disappeared inside to get the small backpack she used as 
a purse. When the two of them were belted up in the car, Aunt Paule 
headed down the lane that would put her on the highway into town.

Diane would have heard them leave, and about ten minutes later, she 
came around the side of the house to where I was, then asking me "I 
think it's okay, now. Do you still want to do this?"

"Only if you do, and only if you're sure."

"I'm sure. Where should we, uh, go?"

I'd thought about it earlier, and suggested "How about up in the 
hayloft, in the barn? It's early enough that it won't be hot, and if 
Uncle Jack comes by for some reason, we can say I explaining why we 
stacked the hay the way we did."

She nodded her acceptance, and I got up to join her outside while she 
went to collect a small bag she had by the blanket she'd been laying 
on. As we headed toward the barn, she reached out to take my hand in 
hers; I reassured her by giving it a small squeeze, and getting a 
smile in return.

Inside the barn, I grabbed the small tarp that I knew was there. It 
was old and worn, but that was one of the reasons I wanted to use it: 
it was still heavy enough to protect us from the hay, but soft enough 
to be readonably comfortable. Best of all, it was 'clean' - as in, 
stained and such, but not actually _dirty_. Diane checked it out, and 
readily agreed that it was just the thing. As I draped it across my 
shoulder, Diane headed up the ladder to the hayloft, with the small 
bag hanging from her shoulder. I was just a few seconds behind, and 
enjoyed the view tremendously: as she climbed, her ass cheeks 
clenched and unclenched in a *most* interesting way. A quick scan of 
her revealed that she knew she was giving me a show, and had gone up 
first for that very reason. When she got to the top, she moved to the 
side, and gave me a kiss on the cheek when I got up there with her.

I pulled the tarp off my shoulder, and spread it out on the loose 
hay; when I turned around to Diane, I found that she'd used the time 
to strip off her suit, so she was standing there stark naked in front 
of me. With her hands at her sides, and one foot a little in front of 
the other, she was a vision of loveliness: her straight dark hair was 
hanging over one shoulder, instead of down to the middle of her back 
as it usually did. It only slightly concealed one of her half-
tangarine sized breasts, and it's dark nipple. Below, her smooth, 
firm belly was accented by the dark wedge covering her mons - which 
was bracketed by a pair of trim thighs.

Even as I was looking her over, I could see her nipples erecting; 
when I was finally able to drag my eyes up to her face, I could see 
from the way her eyes were hooded that she was as ready as her 
nipples had promised.

As she looked me in the eye, I heard her say "I've heard that guys 
can, uh, go longer the second time if they've already shot off once. 
Is it true?"

"Yeah, it's true. Why?"

She got a Mona Lisa smile, and stepped forward to put her hands on my 
chest, then guide me back onto the tarp I'd spread. When I was where 
she wanted me, she looked into my eyes again, and said "I want my 
first time to last as long as possible. Just let me, um, take care of 
you, okay?"

I thought I knew what was going to happen, and simply nodded my head 
in agreement. She tilted her head up to give me a kiss on the cheek, 
and as she did, I put my arms around her to hug her. When she pulled 
her head back, we looked into each other's eyes for several moments - 
both of us to make sure she was ready for what she was doing. 
Satisfied that she did, we kissed; softly at first, then with again 
with more feeling. And yet again, longer, and with more passion. When 
we finally broke apart, both of us were panting slightly, and from 
the way she'd pressed herself against me, I knew she could feel my 
rising penis. Hesitantly, she reached out to take hold of the tee 
shirt I had on; when she started to pull it up to take it off me, I 
helped by taking hold of the bottom of it and pulling with her, 
guiding and helping her.

When my shirt was laying on the tarp, she reached out again to put 
her hands on my waist; when I didn't move, she let them drift forward 
to feel my abdominal muscles, and then on to my chest. Holding my 
upper arms still, I raised my forearms so I could put my hands on her 
sides, touching her, but not holding her. I delighted in the warm 
smoothness of her skin, and after a few moments, let my hands slide 
up and down her sides - waist to breast-level - to reassure her.

We kissed again, tongues dancing in each other's mouths, before she 
pulled back a little way to look into my eyes again. Seeing only 
patience and acceptance in them, she began kissing me: first on my 
collarbones, then onto my upper chest. From there, she blazed a trail 
down my front, slowly lowering herself as she did. When she was 
finally kneeling in front of me, she looked up at me as her hands 
found the waistband of my cutoff jeans. When they moved to the snap, 
her gaze moved down to watch herself as she first unsnapped them, the 
tentatively grasped the zipper and lowered it. As the fly opened up, 
she could see that I had a pair of shorts on underneath - and that 
they covered a distinct bulge. She layed her hands along side it, as 
though holding it, for several seconds before she moved to slide my 
cutoffs down my legs. Less encumbered, my semi-erect penis tented my 
undershorts even more, her gaze still locked on it.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out again, to put her hands on my 
waist, her thumbs under the waistband of my undershorts. Her eyes 
stayed focused on where my penis stretched the material in front of 
her as she carefully moved to slide my undershorts down, too. I heard 
her breath catch as my penis came into view; a few moments later, I 
heard her soft gasp is it popped free. After that, it was only a few 
seconds before my undershorts joined my cutoffs around my ankles.

Yet again, she reached out - only this time, the object of her desire 
was in plain view, and her hands found it readily enough. She lifted 
it slightly, examining it in minute detail even as it started to grow 
larger in her hand. She saw a drop of my pre-cum on the end, and 
tentatively stuck her tongue out to lick it off - then smiled when 
she found the taste still acceptable, if not pleasant.

Satisfied that I wasn't going to rush things, and that there weren't 
going to be any surprises, she leaned forward slightly and lifted my 
semi-erect penis enough to take the head of it in her mouth. She ran 
her tongue around the end of it, and smiling as she felt me growing 
even larger in her mouth. When I was almost completely hard, she 
tilted her head forward, taking a bit more of me into her warm, wet 
mouth - and causing me to gasp slightly. She looked up at me, her 
lips still wrapped around me, with a slight frown on her face; I 
could only smile at her and say "No, it didn't hurt - it feels pretty 
darn good, in fact!", and getting a smile in reply.

With the knowledge that what she was doing felt good to me, she 
gradually got more and more enthusiastic and active about what she 
was doing to me. At first, all she did was take as much of me between 
her lips as she could and caress me with her tongue; but it didn't 
take her long to start actually moving her lips up and down the 
length of me, and start actually sucking on me slightly. On her own, 
she discovered that leaving a film of her saliva on my erection made 
things easier for her (and better for me). In short order, she had me 
completely hard, savoring the way she used her mouth to excite and 
arouse me. As I felt myself getting close to my climax, she felt my 
balls tighten up in her hand. She released me just long enough to say 
"When you're ready to shoot, just let me know, okay?" - and accepted 
my gasped "oh, yeah!" before returning to her self-appointed task.

Finally, I could stand the pleasure of it any longer, and managed to 
exclaim "Diane! It's gonna happen!".

Even as I felt the first was of my jism leaving my balls, she pulled 
her head back so that only the end of my penis was between her lips; 
and as she felt it twitch, she sucked on me, as though that were the 
only way she was going to get the male nectar she wanted.

She continued to cup my balls in her hand as she sucked on me, even 
while I was filling her mouth with wad after wad of my hot semen - 
forcing her to swallow once when it started to force it's way out of 
her mouth.

When she felt my twitches and spasms slow and soften, she swallowed 
the rest of my cum before using her tongue to make sure the head of 
my penis was well and truly cleaned of any residue. That done, she 
licked her lips to clean them, as well. She took my hand, and guided 
me to a sitting position on the tarp before turning to open the small 
bag she'd brough along. Inside, I found, she'd put a couple bottles 
of soda, still cold, judging from the condensation on them. Opening 
one, she handed it to me, then opened the other for herself. After 
we'd each taken a swallow, she leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, 
saying "I heard from some of the other girls in school that guys 
don't like to kiss them after they, uh, do what I just did."

"I appreciate the gesture, but it really wasn't necessary in MY 
case." I told her, putting my hand behind her neck and gently pulling 
her toward me for another kiss - one that ended only after I'd slid 
my tongue between her lips.

Satisfied that I wasn't grossed out by the idea of kissing her after 
she'd used her mouth on me, she gave me a shy grin. A moment later, 
she slowly and carefully moved to sit cross-legged in front of me. A 
quick scan revealed that she'd done it deliberately - leaving her 
pubes exposed to me, knowing that I would look at her, and finding 
the idea exciting. A further scan let me know that she was hoping 
that I'd do the same, because she wanted a little time to look at ME, 
in return: aside from our recent adventure at the stock tank, she 
felt that she really didn't *know* what a guy looked like.

Casually, I moved to follow her example, then started talking with 
her, as though there were nothing the slightest bit unusual about the 
situation. I thought that taking a casual approach to the whole thing 
would help her relax; after a couple minutes, I could see the tension 
in her start lessening. Still, I kept scanning her, and trying to 
guide her toward reducing her nervousness. After a while, one of my 
scans of her revealed that she was fairly fascinated by my penis - 
and that she was torn between a desire to be able to touch and 
examine it, and being afraid that I would say or do soemthing to 
embarrass her if she said anything about it.

Attractive as she was sitting there across from me, I found myself 
wanting to get into her more and more, and finally figured that 
letting her check me out the way she wanted to would do wonders 
toward making it happen. I finally spoke up, asking her "Diane, we've 
only seen each other a little bit, between the water tank and here. 
How about if we take a little time to do that now?"

She looked surprised, but quickly nodded her head in agreement, 
saying "I, uh, know what you feel like, a little bit, but I'm 
*really* curious to see more, and really _find out_, you know?"

I smiled my understanding, and suggested "Then how about if we lay 
down on our sides, facing each other, your head toward my feet and my 
head toward yours? Then we can BOTH look, and if you want, we can 
even touch."

She gave me another shy grin, and said "Yeah, I'd like that. I'm kind 
of embarrassed about _you_ looking at _me_, but fair is fair. And, 
uh, touching is okay."

That said, she didn't hesitate to uncross her legs, and move to lay 
on her side. I mirrored her actions, so that in a few seconds, each 
of us was laying on our left side, facing each other. A little 
wiggling and adjustment, and each of us was facing the others pelvis. 
Diane reached out take my penis between two fingers, and I moved to 
put my left foot on the tarp, behind my leg, so that she had a clear 
view of - and ready access to - my penis. A moment later, she did the 
same, opening herself to my inspection.

What I found was a tuft of dark hair, somewhat short, that ran in a 
narrow strip from above her pubic bone to just past her opening, 
where it quickly faded away. Amidst her thatch, I could see the 
opening to her vagina, framed by a pair of thin lips, glistening with 
her wetness. I reached out to touch her bush, and found it to be 
incredibly thick, and soft. I'd found that some girls' pubic hair, 
though thick, was still sparse enough that I could see the skin 
underneath - something that simply wasn't going to happen with Diane; 
hers was simply too dark and dense. As an added benefit, it's density 
and color made for a nice contrast with the pale pink of her inner 
lips, highlighting them, and the way they shined with her female 
oils. At the top of her cleft, I could see the nubbin of her clitoral 
hood - and close inspection showed that she was aroused enough that 
her clitoris itself was slightly visible, too.

Even as I felt Diane moving my penis and testicles around, I reached 
out for a tactile examination of HER intimate areas. She gasped 
slightly at my first contact, but didn't do anything to slow or 
impede my touch: if anything, her knees spread a bit wider, opening 
herself to me even more.

To avoid frightening her, my first touch had been on her mons, next 
to - but not touching - her opening or labia. But with the way her 
legs spread slightly, it didn't take me long to move my fingers. I 
slowly, softly drew my finger between her inner lips without pressing 
into her at all; my goal was to separate them more, and wet my finger 
with her fluids. I repeated my action, dipping *ever* so slightly 
further into her; then did it again, still deeper. The fourth time, I 
*ever* so slightly touched the muscles at her opening, and getting 
another gasp from her. I stopped to look at her, and she looked back 
before telling me "It's okay, Mike. It just felt good, is all" in 
reassurance.

Her cool hand and fingers were starting to have an effect on me, 
bringing me to semi-erectness; I scanned her quickly, and found that 
she was pleased with the effect she was having on me, and enjoyed the 
way I was touching HER. Satisfied that I wasn't going too quickly, 
and that what I was doing was having the desired effect, I went back 
to examinging her womanhood again. Before long, I was easily 
caressing her labia, and running my finger between them to press 
slightly against the entrance to her vagina; her increasing arousal 
was evident from her ample secretions, and their heady aroma.

After only a few minutes, she had me nearly completely erect; and I'd 
aroused her to the point where I could easily see her clitoris under 
it's hood at the top of her shiny, fully extended vaginal lips. At 
that point, I couldn't resist any longer, and leaned forward to do 
with my tongue what I'd only done with my finger up to that point: 
run it from bottom to top of her cleft, collecting her delicious 
nectar on my way toward caressing her clitoris with the end of my 
tongue. Her response was to moan in appreciation, and spread her legs 
even farther, giving me maximum access to her female essence.

It didn't take long before I was totally involved in sampling her 
delights: my tongue and lips were fully engaged in tasting and 
teasing any part of her womanly flower that I could reach, and even 
pressing my stiffened tongue into her opening to try and draw out as 
much of her oils as I could. In response, she went to work on my 
fully erect penis as though it were an ice-cream cone, licking and 
sucking on the head of it. I gradually reduced the focus of my 
ministrations until I was totally concentrated on her clitoris, 
trying to bring her to an orgasm before she got ME off again.

I made it - but just barely.

Even as I felt the first stirrings in my balls, her thighs clamped 
together on my head as she experienced the first wave of her release 
- and she released her hold on my erection as spasm after spasm 
passed through her, each one pushing a small wave of her oils onto my 
tongue even as the muscles of her opening clasped at it.

It must have been a full two minutes before the spasming and 
twitching in her body stopped, and she was able to open her eyes to 
look at me. Even gasping for breath as she was, I could see the 
pleasure and satisfaction in her face and eyes as I felt her thighs 
relax around my ears, freeing me to move up to lay next to her.

I took her into my arms, and she hugged me tightly as she buried her 
face in my shoulder. I could feel her warm breath on my skin as she 
panted her way back to coherence; only when her breathing had finally 
slowed did she raise herself up enough to give me a deep, passionate 
kiss on the lips before saying "Thank you, Mike! That was 
*incredible*! I've never had an orgasm like _that_."

I smiled at her, and said "I didn't do anything that you and Holly 
haven't done."

She blushed slightly, and said "Yeah, that's true - but with you, it 
was somehow..... *different*. Maybe just because I know you're a guy, 
and that you're actually going to make love to me."

I looked into her eyes, and asked "You're still sure that you want me 
to do that to you, then?"

"Even more now, than before. If you can make me feel that good doing 
what Holly and I do, then doing what YOU do can only be better. 
Besides, you were slow and gentle and patient enough that I *know* 
you'll be careful with me. Yeah, I want it to be you, and now."

With that last part, she rolled over onto her back, pulling me onto 
my side in the process. Looking up at me, she said "Definitely you. 
And most definitely NOW" before raising her knees and spreading her 
legs in open invitation.

I lowered my head to kiss her again, and as our tongues dueled in 
each other's mouths, my hand rested on her belly - only to moved by 
her until it rested on her breast, which she pressed into my hand. 
Cupping it, I brushed my thumb across her nipple, and heard her groan 
in desire as it erected to a small pebble. I softly squeezed her firm 
breast, as though milking it, before moving my hand to do the same 
things to the other.

As we continued to kiss, my hand went back and forth from one to the 
other of her breasts, caressing and squeezing them, playing with her 
nipples. After a bit, I let my hand slowly drift down the front of 
her, caressing her skin on my way toward her pelvis - giving her yet 
another chance, and more time, to change her mind. I wanted her, 
badly; but not badly enough to willingly do *anything* to rush or 
hurt her.

When my hand finally reached her mons, she spread her legs even 
farther, and tilted her pelvis up as further encouragement for me to 
do with her as I wished. And what I wished was to carefully and 
slowly slide my finger between her labia, wetting it, so that I could 
continue on to press the end of it against her opening. When she felt 
me do that, she raised herself even more, pressing the entrance to 
her vagina against it.

Firmly, but gently, I pressed against her, both of us feeling it as 
my finger eased it's way inside her in stages: in a little, then back 
out to make sure it was thoroughly wetted with her oils before 
pressing back in again. In only a minute or so, my finger was deep 
inside her again: much faster, and much easier than it had gone in 
the first time, to the surprise and delight of both of us.

For several minutes, I softly made love to her with my finger, 
ignoring my dick's demands to take it's place; she'd trusted me to do 
right by her, and I was damn well going to. Only when she was gasping 
and panting, and hunching herself up to take my extended finger 
inside did I feel comfortable that she was ready for more.

As I slid my finger out of her for the last time, she reached over to 
take my erection in her hand, and say "This. Now it's time for THIS. 
Do it. Make love to me. Make me a woman!"

I got onto my hands and knees, then moved between her spread thighs. 
Easing my knees back. As she watched, I lowered myself until the head 
of my erection was touching her. She reached down between us to take 
me into her hand. Holding me firmly, she slowly moved my penis 
between her labia, thoroughly wetting the head with her fluids, 
before positioning me at her entrance. Only then did she look into my 
face to ask "This is my last chance, isn't it? To say 'no', I mean?"

I shook my head, and told her "No. You can stop me any time up to the 
point where we actually break your hymen."

She looked deep into my eyes, and asked "You would, wouldn't you? 
Actually stop now, I mean. Or even after you were inside me a little 
ways. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

She looked at me with something akin to awe, and said "Well, you 
won't get the chance. I'm too hot, and too ready, to stop. Do it." - 
and tilting her pelvis up to press herself against me.

With her holding me in position, all I had to do was press myself 
forward - and I did, with a firm but gentle pressure. I could feel 
her trying to open herself up to me, even as I could feel my penis 
sliding into her *ever* so slowly. Finally, though, it happened: the 
head of my erection slipped past the ring of muscle of her opening. I 
heard her gasp even as her eyes opened wide, and I immediately 
stopped.

After a moment, she said "Thanks. For stopping a moment. Geez, I 
thought your *finger* was big, the other day! Just give me a minute 
to get used to it, okay?"

"Take whatever time you need. I'll be right here.", I teased.

She grinned in reply, then got kind of a far-off look on her face. 
After a few moments, I could feel her muscles around my erection - I 
could tell that she was trying to learn to control, or at least 
relax, them. It didn't take her long, and I wasn't surprised when she 
finally told me "Okay, I'm ready. Keep going."

I slid myself back and forth in her slightly, trying to get her 
lubrication spread around a little before I started pushing myself 
into her again. With the biggest part of me inside her, it went a 
little easier for a while - every so often, I'd stop, and then pull 
out a little bit, to make sure we BOTH stayed wet enough. Finally, 
though, further progress was blocked by a thin bit of tissue: her 
maidenhead.


Both of us, of course, knew what the impediment was. She looked up at 
me, and said "Now what? This much feels good, but I want MORE, 
dammit."

"I've only heard of a couple ways of doing this. First one is we just 
kind of bump against it to see if it'll fall apart. Second one is to 
just keep pushing against it until it breaks. Last one is for me to 
back up a little bit, and just ram right through it. Your call."

"I don't think I like that last choice - it sounds like it would hurt 
to much. Let's try the first one, okay?"

"Your wish is my command!" I told her, getting a smile in return.

I eased myself out of her a little way, then pressed back in until I 
felt myself 'bump' against her cherry. She grimaced a little bit, and 
when she saw me looking at her in concern, told me "That was just 
uncomfortable, not painful, and that's okay. Keep going."

I quickly scanned her, and found that she'd told me the truth: the 
pulling sensation I'd caused in her hadn't hurt, it had just been new 
and different enough to be uncomfortable. But the scan of her gave me 
an idea that I quickly implemented.

I eased myself a little ways back again, but this time I stayed 
'inside' her with my mind as I pressed in again, so that I'd know 
*exactly* when to stop. Since I KNEW when she was uncomfortable, or 
in pain, I was able to push against her cherry only as hard and long 
as it didn't bother her. I did that a couple more times, then got an 
even better idea: that along with monitoring what she was feeling, 
I'd implant pleasant sensations from what I was doing. Essentially, 
anything other than when I was actually trying to get past her 
maidenhead would feel *good* to her - my thinking was that if she was 
aroused, she'd be more tolerant of the discomfort or pain that 
happened, letting us make more and faster progress. With that in 
mind, I quickly planted small seeds in her mind, and went back to 
trying to nudge her cherry out of our way.

After several more tries, I scanned her again, and found that my 
'suggestions' were taking effect: not only was she getting hotter and 
wetter from me sliding back and forth in her, but the impacts of my 
erection against her hymen were less and less noticeable to her. With 
that encouragement, I went back to monitoring her closely, and found 
that I was able to be more 'enthusiastic' about getting past her 
cherry without causing her any distress. In fact, it wasn't much 
longer before I felt myself bump up against it, then slide on past it 
- drawing a gasp from both of us at the sensation.

Diane got a Cheshire Cat smile on her face, and said "The deed is 
done. Now, FUCK me, Mike!"

"Yes, Ma'am. Right away, Ma'am.", I grinned at her, even as I slid 
myself out a little bit before pressing in again - only to feel it as 
I slid the rest of the way inside her, stopping only when our pubic 
hair merged.

I looked down at her, and saw the distracted look on her face as she 
muttered "DAMN, that feels good!"

I held myself still over her, waiting for her to let me know when she 
was ready to continue. Eventually, she 'came back' from whereever 
she'd been, and looked at me with a Mona Lisa smile, saying "This is 
*incredible*. I feel so *full*, and at the same time, I feel 
_complete_, like there was something missing before that I didn't 
know about. *NOW* I know what it means to be a WOMAN."

"Glad to be of service, Ma'am. Will there be anything else?", I 
teased.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.", she replied, getting into the 
spirit. "I seem to have this _itch_, and I was hoping that you could 
scratch it for me with that *marvelous* device you have."

I flexed my erection in her, and saw her eyes widen in response 
before I asked "With that device, Ma'am?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one, my good fellow."

"And where might the itch be, Ma'am?"

"Why, it's right where you device is, sir. What good fortune! Perhaps 
you could start scratching, then?"

"Is it a small itch, Ma'am, or a large one?"

"Why, it seems to be a *very* large itch, sir. I expect that it will 
take quite a bit of scratching to make it feel better."

"Yes, Ma'am. I can only hope that I'm 'up' for as much scratching as 
it takes."

She laughed at the joke, and said "My good man, I daresay you seem to 
be QUITE 'up' for it."

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you, Ma'am. Shall I get started, then?"

"Yes, please do!"

With that, I slid my erection back out of her, until only the head 
was inside. I paused a moment, then eased myself back into her, 
watching as her eyes widened as I again filled her - and even a bit 
further, when our pubic bones met, earning myself a deep-throated 
groan from her when it happened.

Over the next few minutes, I gradually increased the pace and force 
that I moved in her. As hot and tight and wet as she was, she felt 
truly incredible as she slid along the length of me. It was only 
through a combination of sheer willpower and good luck that I managed 
not to blow my load in her too quickly. The willpower was my own; the 
good fortune came when she had first one, then a little later, 
another, small orgasms. While they were happening, I was quite 
literally unable to move in her, she clamped down on me so tightly. 
And my not being able to move in her, I was able to push back my own 
climax a little longer each time.

For the next several minutes, we made love with each other - when I 
lowered my head to take first one, then the other, of her nipples 
into my mouth and suck on them, she raked her fingernails across my 
back in her passion. When I moved to kiss her shoulder and nibble on 
her earlobe, she responded by sinking her teeth into my shoulder as 
she grunted her arousal and pleasure.

As we made love, it got easier and easier for her - and as it got 
easier for her, she got more and more aroused. And with the increase 
in her arousal came a willingness to open herself to me, and what we 
were doing. By the time I felt her third orgasm approaching, she had 
drawn her knees up nearly to her breasts, and spread her legs as far 
as they would go, allowing me to penetrate her as far as I could. I 
was pistoning almost straight down into her, bumping against her 
clitoris with each inward motion, when I finally realized that I was 
going to climax, no matter what happened. I managed to gasp out that 
fact to her, and it only seemed to stimulate her even more, since she 
told me "Yes! Do it! I want to feel you shooting inside me!"

A minute or so later, I could feel myself hit the point of no return, 
and slowed to a steady, long thrusting that I knew would get me off 
as strongly as possible. Diane seemed to understand what I was doing, 
and slowed her motions a bit so that I was more in control of how 
quickly I climaxed. Finally, there was no holding back, and I pressed 
myself into her as deeply as I could as I felt the first spurt of my 
jism shoot out the end of my penis. She must have been able to feel 
it, because her eyes flew open in surprise, and I felt it as her 
third orgasm tightened her around me.

The spasming of her vagina around my penis served to make my climax 
even stronger as she milked me for every drop of semen I had. I was 
still mostly hard when I felt the last few drops draining into her, 
and I took the opportunity to slide myself in and out of her a couple 
of times - our combined juices provided enough lubrication to _just 
barely_ make it possible, working them into a milky foam that was 
forced into our pubic hair as the last of her orgasm washed through 
her. When it was over, she all but collapsed underneath me; I lowered 
myself to my knees and elbows, covering her, but without putting any 
weight on her.

After a few moments, her eyes opened up. When she saw me over her, 
she quickly threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely. When she 
finally let go of me, it was only so she could start kissing me all 
over my face and shoulders as she exclaimed her pleasure and 
satisfaction with what we'd just done. Finally, she calmed down 
enough to lay back - and only then did she realized that I was still 
inside her, if not completely hard.

We stayed there like that for a couple of minutes, softly kissing 
each other every so often, until we felt my penis finally shrink 
enough to pull free of her - and releasing a small frothy flood.

With that, I moved to lay next to her as she pulled a small hand 
towel from the bag she'd brough along, using it to wipe up most of 
the results of our lovemaking. When she was satisfied with the 
cleanup effort - including wiping ME off - she carefully took out a 
couple more sodas (only cool after this much time), before putting 
the towel in the bag.

I moved to lean against a bale of hay, and Diane opened the sodas, 
giving one to me before moving to sit between my legs and leaning 
back against my chest. When she was in position, she pulled my free 
hand around her, so that my hand cupped her breast as she held it in 
place.

She rested her head on my shoulder as the two of us finished catching 
our breath, and re-hydrating ourselves. I could help but tilt my head 
to give her an occasional small kiss on the top of her head as we 
rested; each time I did, she would hug my arm to her in response. I 
scanned her, and found that she had a deep, deep affection for me. I 
couldn't help examining my own feelings toward her, and realized - 
much to my surprise - that what I felt toward her was much the same; 
given the time and even a modicum of opportunity, what each of us 
felt would turn into a full-blown adult _love_.

We sat there for quite some time, simply content to *be* with each 
other, before Diane finally spoke, telling me "Thank you, Mike. I 
wanted my first time to be good, and you did that for me."

I could *feel* her smile as I said "I'm glad it worked out all right 
for you."

"It was better than 'all right'. It was _wonderful_ - I couldn't have 
dreamed that it would have turned out the way it did. You were as 
patient and gentle and caring as I ever wanted."

"It was my pleasure, I promise."

She giggled, and said "Yeah, I noticed that. But only after you made 
sure it was MY pleasure, too."

We sat there a couple more minutes before she asked "Mike, you really 
*are* okay with me and Holly, aren't you?"

"Sure, why not?"

"That we're both girls and she's your SISTER doesn't bother you at 
all, does it?"

"Not really. I know how good of friends you were before, remember? I 
know you're not going to do anything to hurt each other; and the two 
of you together is a safe way for you to get rid of your tensions and 
make each other happy. Beyond that, I don't see that it's much of my 
business."

"Yeah, but even when you've seen us kiss and touch each other, you've 
never said or done anything, one way or the other. Why?"

"Pretty simple. I'm not going to put you down because I don't see it 
as a bad thing. I'm not going to cheer you on, because I don't want 
you to think that I'm trying to get involved."

"Would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Get involved."

I have to admit that the idea of watching the two of them - never 
mind actually participating - turned me on; something that Diane must 
have felt pressing against her back, because she exlaimed "You would! 
You would like to get involved!"

"Hold it, timeout. Wait just a darn minute."

"What?" she demanded, somewhat indignantly.

"Okay, yes, the idea of watching you two has a certain appeal" - "I 
can tell!", she exclaimed, before giggling - "just like it would for 
most guys: the idea of watching two women making love is pretty 
erotic. Where I've got a problem is getting involved. I mean, you're 
one thing, but Holly is my *sister* - my _younger_ sister. Granted 
that she's cute as hell, and sexy to boot, she's still family. I 
don't know if I could get past that, or not." Okay, I was lying. I'd 
jump Holly as fast as I had Diane, given the right circumstances. But 
it Simply Wouldn't Do to have Diane know how easy I'd be.

"You think Holly is cute, and sexy?"

"Of course."

"But what about her being family?"

"I'm her brother. That doesn't mean I'm not a guy, or that I'm 
dead!", I answered.

"I can vouch for both of those last items!", she teased.

With that, she seemed to realize where we were, and what we'd been 
doing - and that the clock had been ticking the whole time. She 
turned slightly to look at me before saying "As nice as it is to just 
sit here with you, I think we'd better get going.  I know Holly will 
distract Aunt Paula as long as she can, but the two of them WILL be 
back here before long - and I think WE need to clean up a bit before 
they do!"

"You're right" I sighed.

That settled, the two of us got up and got our things together - 
Diane repacked the bag she'd brought up, and I re-folded the tarp. 
Neither of us bothered to get dressed after Diane pointed out that if 
we did, the clothes would probably smell, and give us away, just as 
changing clothes would.

Naked, we made our way back to the house, then on into the bathroom. 
There, I grabbed a quick shower, careful not to get my hair wet in 
case Aunt Paula came home before it dried. Once out of the shower, I 
quickly dressed as Diane got started on hers - but only after she and 
I exchanged kisses and a little mutual groping. As she washed, I 
quickly cleaned out the bag she'd had: a container of baby oil and 
one of sun block replaced the empty soda bottles, and the used hand 
towel went inside a pair of dirty pants in the gym bag I'd brought my 
clothes in. It was one that we'd brough from my folks house, so Aunt 
Paula wouldn't have any cause to miss it.

I stuck my head in the bathroom to tell Diane what I'd done - caught 
her stark naked as she was drying off, though she didn't mind - then 
it was back out to the porch. There, I picked up my book, and started 
reading where I'd left off - as opposed to the couple of chapters 
before that that I'd had open for Aunt Paula.

When Diane came out, she saw that I had a little bruise on my 
shoulder where she'd bitten me while we were making love. I looked 
around, and saw the perfect excuse for a bruise: a couple lengths of 
steel pipe that Uncle Jack had been meaning to move. I went over and 
managed to haul them into the barn and put them where he wanted them. 
When I was done, Diane asked me what I'd done it for. I explained 
that having a couple of fifteen-foot lengths of steel pipe on my 
shoulder was perfectly reasonable explanation for having a small 
bruise there. She grinned, and said "Yeah - but I'd better learn to 
be more careful when we get back home!"

Our bases covered, and everything put away, we went back to the house 
to sit on the porch. I went back to my book, and Diane started on a 
magazine while listening to a radio with headphones on. It wasn't 
twenty minutes later that Aunt Paula came home to find us on opposite 
ends of the porch, each apparently in our own world. Both of us 
quickly went to help her with the groceries and such; I was careful 
to mark my place in my book with a bookmark that made it clear that 
I'd been reading the whole time.

As we carried things in for Aunt Paula while she put them away, Holly 
kept looking at the two of us for some clue as to what - if anything 
- had happened while she was gone. Diane finally just nodded to her; 
when Holly looked at me with a big grin on her face, I just looked at 
her as though to say "Cool it, or you'll give us away" - and wiping 
the grin off her face.

When things were put away, I picked up my book while Holly and Diane 
headed off to one of the stock tanks - to talk about what Diane and I 
had done, of course.

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Part 2 to follow .....

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