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In the Barn
I lie on my back, watching the swallows swoop and dive
overhead. They circle the rafters, darting in and out
through the open window and lancing across a dusty shaft of
sunlight. It's late afternoon; soon the sun will set and
mom will be calling me for dinner. I think company's
coming over for dinner, though I'm not sure who. Probably
some of my parents' friends, and I'll have to sit around
all evening on my best behavior, bored as hell. I linger
in the barn, hoping to postpone the inevitable. All the
mystery of summer is encapsulated in the moment. Sweat
trickles coolly down my back, sticking my t-shirt to the
moist skin underneath. I itch slightly from the bits of
straw that have crept under my clothes. The air is sweetly
fragrant from the soft cushions of new mown hay. I stretch
luxuriously, wishing that I could stay here forever.
The door opens, squeaking on rusty hinges. I freeze,
resenting this intrusion on my private domain. Quietly, I
creep to the edge of the loft and peer downward through
swirling columns of dust. A lone figure leading a horse
enters. At first my eyes, accustomed to the brightness by
the window, are unable to make out any details in the
dimness below. However, as the intruder unsaddles the
horse and begins brushing him, I recognize my 16 year old
cousin, Brad. I am about to call out a cheerful greeting
to him, when something in the furtiveness of his movements
stops me.
He tends to the horse quickly, glancing frequently at the
door. As soon as he is finished, he leads the horse
outside and releases it. After a quick, nervous look
around, he scuttles back into the barn and closes the door.
I watch curiously as he sits down on a bale of hay, then
pulls a magazine out of his shirt and begins to read. Why
is he so secretive? I slither closer, trying to get a
better look. I can barely make out anything from this
distance, but I see enough to answer my question. He's
reading one of those dirty magazines, the kind with the
naked- lady pictures. He's also doing something very
strange...
His face is all scrunched up, and at first I think he must
have a stomach ache or something. Then I notice that his
shorts are unzipped, and his hand is down the front of
them. His hand is moving very fast, and I can hear him
grunting and moaning in time with it. Curious, I try to
creep closer, but a cloud of dust puffs up in my face.
Unable to help myself, I sneeze loudly.
Brad freezes. "Who's there?" he calls hoarsely. He has
such a comical expression on his face that I can't help
giggling.
"It's just me," I call back. Relieved, he stuffs the
magazine back into his shirt and clambers up the ladder to
the loft.
"Hi, kiddo!" he greets me cheerily. "Why didn't you say
something when I came in?" He ruffles my hair casually,
just like he always does. Today, this irritates me. I've
had a crush on Brad since I was six years old, but he's
never taken me seriously.
"Why do you always hafta call me that?" I snap petulantly.
"I'm not a baby anymore! I'm a woman now! See? I've even
got tits!" Impulsively, I lift my t-shirt to show off my
small, firm breasts. Brad chuckles appreciatively.
"Yeah, kidd- Jodi," he corrects himself, "You sure do. How
old are you now, anyway?"
"Thirteen and a half!" I declare proudly.
"Well! Practically a grown woman!" He is teasing me.
Angry, I wrestle him to the hay strewn floor and begin
tickling him. For a few minutes he tolerates this,
laughing. Suddenly, he flips me over, and before I know
what's happened, I'm flat on my back and Brad's sitting on
my chest. I stick out my tongue at him in mock anger, but
I'm actually enjoying the attention and the closeness. I
try to keep a stern face, but something catches my eye and
I burst into uncontrollable laughter. Brad looks confused
for a minute, then follows the direction of my gaze and
flushes beet-red when he sees what I'm laughing at. He has
forgotten to zip his shorts, and something soft and pink is
peeking forlornly from between the zipper teeth. I've
never seen a boy blush before, and the sight makes me laugh
even harder.
Gritting his teeth, Brad quickly stands and closes his
pants. He looks angry. I am still sitting on the floor,
gasping for breath. Finally, the alarming color begins
fading from his cheeks and ears. Anxious to change the
subject, I glance nervously around. The magazine has
fallen out of his shirt during our brief scuffle, so I pick
it up and begin flipping idly through the pages.
The first part is sort of boring - letter mostly, and ads
for a bunch of strange looking stuff. This soon gives way
to the pictures, though, and I examine them with interest.
Brad hovers beside me, looking over my shoulder. He still
looks a little embarassed.
"So, what do you think?" he asks abruptly.
"Well...they're a little...intimidating..." My voice
trails off weakly. He gives me an encouraging nod, so I
continue. "I mean...look at those bodies! I wish I looked
like that..." I sigh wistfully. "I'll probably never have
great tits like those..."
"Hey..." Brad's voice is warm and soothing. "There's
nothing wrong with small tits. I think yours are sorta
cute..." As if to confirm his words, his hand slides under
my shirt. His palm is rough and calloused against my skin.
His touch sparks strange tremors inside me, and I shiver
slightly, as if from a sudden breeze. Slowly, he circles
my nipple with fingertips that seem to trail fire behind
them. My nipples stiffen almost painfully under his lazy
caress. With his other hand, he turns the page.
A loud snorting sound interupts us. Brad jumps up
guiltily, stuffing the magazine back under his shirt.
"Relax," I whisper. "It's just Sinbad." I lead him to the
window, pointing out the familiar sight of Sinbad, our
bull, mounting one of the cows. Today he has selected
Margaret, a fat reddish cow who placidly ignores him.
Sinbad's penis dangles grotesquely, all pink and slimy
looking. I pick up one of the rocks I keep by the window
and throw it at him. He ignores it, as usual.
The is a strange gleam in Brad's eye as he watches the
rutting bull. His arms slip around me, stroking my breasts
through my t-shirt, and I see the acts before me with new
eyes. What has previously been just a disgusting ritual
assumes new meaning, and a strange thrill courses through
me. A sudden thought strikes me, and I turn to Brad, eyes
wide with wonder.
"Is your...I mean...is it...like...that?" I stammer,
blushing furiously.
A grin splits Brad's face. "You've never seen one before,
have you?" he asks. I shake my head dumbly. His grin
broadens. "Want to see mine?" I nod, and he slips out of
his shorts. His penis reminds me of a plump, pink sausage
as it stands out from his body, seeming to defy gravity.
"You can touch it if you like..." he urges, so I reach out
carefully and touch just the end of it. It is soft,
slightly rubbery, and hot. I snatch my hand back guiltily.
Brad is laughing softly. "Here..." he urges, taking my
hand in his. "You hold it like htis." He gently curls my
hand around his penis, then begins moving my hand slowly up
and down his shaft. It feels almost as if it is alive, the
way it pulses under my fingers. The skin is very smooth
and soft, radiating a fierce heat. It swells at my touch,
growing harder and hotter by the minute. Brad isn't
laughing anymore; instead, his eyes are closed in fierce
concentration and his jaws are clenched. I touch something
slippery and look down in confusion. A small bead of some
clear liquid is seeping slowly out of the tip. Brad moans
softly, then opens his eyes and stares piercingly at me.
"Do you like that?" he asks gently. I hesitate a moment,
unsure, then nod slowly. "Would you like to try something
else that would really make me happy?" I nod again, slower
this time. He takes out the magazine again and flips
purposefully through the pages. "Here," he says, extending
a picture toward me. "Think you could do that?"
I look at the picture in bewilderment. It shows a man
sitting on the edge of a bed, and a woman kneeling on the
floor between his legs. They are both naked, and she seems
to have his...thing...in her mouth. My stomach lurches
uncomfortably at the idea, but Brad is staring expectantly
at me. I don't want him to think of me as just a baby!
Defiantly, I say, "Sure, I could try - But you'll hafta
tell me what to do..." From the grin that spreads slowly
across his face, I know I've said what he wanted to hear.
His smile causes a warm, bubbly feeling to creep through my
stomach and chest.
"Here..." he whispers, gripping my shoulders gently. He
pushes me slowly down to my knees, so that his erect penis
bobs directly in front of my face. It even bounces off the
end of my nose a couple times. I'm trying hard not to
giggle. "Now, open your mouth..." I do as he instructs,
and he slowly eases himself into my mouth. The liquid at
the tip is warm and salty, not at all unpleasant to taste,
though I'm not so sure I like its slimy consistency. He
feels even bigger than he did when I held him in my hand.
Hotter, too. I feel like I'll choke in another minute, but
I'm trying not to. I don't think Brad would like that.
"Close your mouth now, and suck gently..." he instructs.
"Careful! Don't use your teeth!"
Hesitantly, I do as he says. He begins moving slowly in
and out of my mouth, sliding over my lips and tongue. At
first, I just kneel there. Then, as I gain courage, I
begin exploring his hot shaft with my tongue. He groans.
Encouraged, I begin flickering my tongue over the smooth
head, feathering it along the sensitive underside of the
shaft, and even darting the tip of my tongue into the tiny
hole at the end. I am taking my cues from Brad; whatever
he seems to like, I repeat or explore further. He is
breathing quite hard now, and I can feel him pulsing
gently. The salty fluid begins to flow more rapidly, first
one drop and then another. Suddenly, he wraps both hands
tightly in my hair. I gasp at the brief pain, then forget
it as he thrusts firmly into my mouth and holds me there,
pressed tightly against his groin. He is all the way
inside my mouth, his short, dark pubic hair tickling my
nose and lips, and the head of his penis rubbing the back
of my throat. A firm throbbing begins, and I feel it all
along my tongue and the insides of my cheeks and on my
lips. Gouts of burning liquid spurt from him into my mouth
and throat. My eyes are watering terribly, and I begin to
choke. Will it ever end? Finally the throbbing dies down.
A few erratic spasms shake him, and then he is still. He
draws a deep, ragged breath and I realize that he has been
holding his breath for a while. With a deep sigh, he
withdraws himself from my mouth. Immediately, I turn and
spit out the liquid that remains in my mouth. It forms a
small, slimy puddle that is quickly absorbed by the dusty
hay.
"That was wonderful!" he sighs. I nod shakily, not
altogether certain that I agree. It was different, yes,
and even a little exciting, but I'm not sure that I'd care
to try it again right away. At least he had enjoyed it,
though. Maybe now he'd see me as a real woman, rather than
just a pesky kid.
Outside, the bull is still grunting and pumping away. I
creep over to the window to watch. After a moment, I feel
Brad's arm slide around my shoulders. "Looks like they're
having fun, doesn't it?" he whispers. I shrug
noncommittally. "Like to try it?" he asks. I turn and
look at him in shock.
"What, just like that?" I gasp, incredulous.
"No, silly, of course not!" he replies teasingly. "People
do it a lot differently. You'll like it. Come on..." he
urges.
"Well... ok..." I agree. I'm not really sure that I'll
like it, but Brad wants to and I do enjoy making him happy.
He beams at me, and I know that again I've said the right
thing. I turn to face him and am surprised to see that he
has removed his shirt and shoes, and is completely naked.
Not only that, but his penis is again pointing straight out
from his body. It bounces comically as he walks.
He carefully slips my T-shirt off over my head, then kneels
to unbutton my shorts. As he slides them down my legs, he
brushes his lips lightly over the soft hair that has so
recently sprouted between my thighs. His warm breath
causes little shivers to go all through me. My clothes and
underwear swiftly join Brad's in a little discarded heap on
the floor. He runs his fingers lightly up my leg, tangling
them among the short curls, then runs them along my slit.
Tiny electric shocks surge through me, weakening my knees
and almost causing me to collapse. Brad notices and guides
me over to a bale of hay where he seats me. The hay
prickles a bit on my bare bottom, but I don't care right
now. Brad's fingers have continued their lazy exploration
of my private regions, slipping between my tender lips and
even probing inside me. His mouth is no less busy, having
closed over one of my nipples. He nibbles gently, sucking
on the tiny peak. I maon, dizzy with strange, intoxicating
feelings.
I had never thought anything could feel so good! Sure, I
had often explored my own body while I lay in the bathtub,
but it hadn't felt nearly the same. I wonder briefly why
it should feel so different when Brad touches me in those
secret places than when I touch myself there. Then, all
questions are driven from my mind as he raises his mouth to
meet my own. I have never been kissed before, not by a
boy. Kisses from my father and uncles don't count. This
is completely different from those other kisses, anyway.
It is longer, hotter, and deeper. Brad's tongue flicks
lightly against my lips, and instinctively I part them. He
probes my mouth, sliding his tongue past my lips and
joining it in a sensuous dance with my own tongue. I
follow his lead and taste his sweet breath, the smooth
hardness of his teeth and the softness of his lips.
His hands are firm against my shoulders now as he draws me
down to the floor. The hay is soft and deep here, though
it tickles slightly. It makes a fine nest for us. Brad
slowly runs his hands down my body, leaving tiny trails of
goosebumps behind. I am breathing just as hard as he is
now, and I know that I want something - I'm not sure
exactly what - very badly. There is a deep, sweet ache
inside me, yearning to be filled, and I know somehow that
Brad will be able to fill it.
At last his hands reach my thighs, and very gently he draws
them apart. He kneels between my legs for a moment, then
stretches out on top of me. For a moment his weight forces
the breath from my body, but then I become accustomed to it
and he no longer seems heavy. His hands fumble between my
legs. At first I am perplexed, but then I realize his
intent as I feel the head of his penis, hard and hot,
pressing against the entrance to my privates. It seems so
bit! There is no way it could fit, but still he presses
against me. He withdraws one hand and I see some slippery
fluid glistening on his fingertips, but it is only when he
raises his hand to his lips and licks it off that I realize
that it is my own.
He grips my thighs lightly, spreading them further apart,
and positions himself over me. He is now centered on my
tiny hole, pressing firmly against me. It hurts a bit, but
with the promise of pleasure to come. I press back against
him, anxious to feel him inside me. Slowly, he begins to
enger me. I whimper softly. It feels as if I will be
ripped apart, now! I want him to stop, to withdraw, yet
paradoxically, I also want him to continue. The pain grows
sharper, and it seems that I can feel delicate tissues
tearing as he forces his way into me, but I match him push
for shove. Suddenly there is a wave of greater pain, and
then he slides easily in as if whatever had blocked him had
been torn away. Now he pulls back, nearly withdrawing
completely from my body. I moan weakly, not wanting him to
leave me. In answer, he drives easily into me again. This
time there is no obstacle, and he buries himself to the
hilt. Again and again he lunges into me. I raise my hips
to match his thrusts, reacting to the same primitive
instincts that I have observed so many times in the
livestock. A fierce pressure seems to be building up
inside me, until I feel as if I will burst. Another
thrust, and I can scarecely contain it. Another, and I am
shoved over the brink. Every muscle in my body convulses.
My toes clench and my thighs twitch wildly. I can feel my
inner muscles contract fiercely around Brad's penis,
gripping it tightly with almost the same movement I use to
milk the cows. And it seems to have a similar result on
him, because he plunges deep into me and holds himself
there, throbbing wildly as his juices flood into me. It
seems an eternity before our bodies come back under
control. Finally the pulsing and twitching ease and we
collapse limply into one another's arms. Brad is still
buried deep within me, but now he has grown small and soft.
A familiar voice shatters our peaceful interlude. "Brad!
Jodi! Time for dinner!" We jump guiltily, grabbing
frantically for our clothes.
"We'll be right there, mom!" I shout back in the general
direction of the house. Hastily, we brush the dust and hay
from our hair and sweaty bodies, then dress. Brad pauses
to give me a quick kiss, then we scamper down the ladder.
As we leave the barn, Brad whispers that he will have to
come visit more often this summer. I wholeheartedly agree.
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