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Back Home On The Farm
My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana. Living out in the country was
pretty much a dull and restricted sort of life for teenagers. Since we had to
ride the school bus, we had no opportunity to participate in extracurricular
school activities--it was off to school in the morning and back home right
school was out. This schedule cut down on our opportunities for dating, too,
since it gave neither of us much chance to develop any kind of serious
friendships or romantic relations with others our age.
This wasn't that much of a problem to me--I was shy around girls, and being tall
and skinny without much in the way of redeeming good looks, I probably would
have had a hard time getting dates anyway. Sis, though, was different. She was
pretty. Well, in fact, she was more than pretty, she was downright beautiful.
Petite at five-foot-two and 100 pounds, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a
figure that could have easily gotten her elected to cheerleader, Beth could have
had almost any boy in school if she had the opportunity and set her mind to it.
Beth and I never played "doctor" or "you-show-me-yours- and- I'll-show-you-
mine" games. Oh, we sometimes talked about sex, but we never went beyond that
point. Our parents were very strict, and discussion or mention of sexual
subjects was a family taboo. That home atmosphere, together with a natural
shyness we both seemed to have, prevented us from any type of overt sexual
exploration with each other.
This is not to say I wasn't interested in sex, because I was. The truth was that
I stayed horny most of the time. Since I had no opportunities to get rid of my
horniness by dating and having sex with girls, I relieved myself by
masturbation. Invariably, it was Beth I fantasized about when beating off. Even
though I had never seen Beth nude, I had seen her in a bathing suit down at the
creek and in shorts and halter around the house, so I could develop good mental
pictures of what a naked Beth might look like. These pictures filled my mind as
I played my solitary sexual games.
One day, though, when I was sixteen and Beth fifteen, I decided the mental
pictures were not enough--I wanted to see in real life what Beth looked like
without any clothes. Since Beth never went around the house unclothed, I could
do this only by peeking through the keyhole in the bathroom when she was taking
a shower. One evening our parents were out in the barn when Beth went into the
bathroom and I decided to take advantage of the opportunity. I waited until the
shower started running and then went and stooped by the door and looked through
the keyhole. One of the floor boards outside the bathroom squeaked loudly when I
stepped on it and I hoped Beth didn't hear it. Apparently she didn't because she
began to take the towel from around her body. Just one second more and I would
be able to see Beth's lovely body. That second didn't come, though, because Dad
shouted at me at just this time-- yelling and raising hell all over the place.
Dad had come into the house without my hearing and caught me in the act of
playing Peeping Tom.
Both my parents shamed me in front of Beth and threatened a severe beating if I
ever pulled a stunt like that again. This absolutely and completely embarrassed
me, and I was almost afraid to look Beth in the eye. She never mentioned it,
though, and acted as if everything were okay. Not once, in later life was the
subject ever brought up. Not once, either, did I ever try again to peep at Beth.
Beth and I both finished growing up. I went to college and so did Beth. After we
finished college, I got a job in Los Angeles and Beth in Philadelphia. We saw
each other only on visits back to the farm, and gradually we drifted apart, with
occasional letters being our only contact.
Neither of us married. I don't know what reason Beth had for staying single, but
my reason was shyness around girls and a rather plain appearance. Also, in my
mind the ideal girl was one just like Beth, and I could never find a girl that
measured up to her standards. We may have no longer been close to each other,
but Beth was still very much in my mind. In my pleasure fantasies, it was still
Beth I pictured. She was my standard for female perfection and was the subject
of all my masturbatory dreams. I continued to keep a big- as- life picture in my
mind of how she would have looked if I had been able to see her drop that towel
those years before.
Mom and Dad were killed in a car accident, and Beth and I buried them in a
cemetery near the farm. We didn't want to sell the farm house because it held so
many warm memories for us, so we kept the house and several acres around it and
sold the rest of the farm. The property had substantially accrued in value, and
we each got a good sum of money from its sale.
Beth had been writing on a part-time basis and was pretty good at it, having
sold several magazine articles. She decided that the money from the property
sale would give her the independence to quit her job and take up writing full-
time. She also decided that the farm house would be an ideal place for her to
live while pursuing this career. This would be a good arrangement for both of
us--the house would be occupied and maintained Beth would have a comfortable
place to live. She offered to pay me rent on my half of the house, but I laughed
her out of the idea, promising to make up for it by coming to visit her often
enough to lay claim to my portion.
Several months passed without our seeing each other. We wrote often, though, our
friendship being renewed by our recent mutual experiences. In every letter she
invited me to come visit, but my schedule never seemed to allow it. Finally,
though, I got a breather in my work and decided to take some vacation--two whole
weeks to go back home to the farm, laze around, and visit with Beth.
I arrived at the farm on a Saturday afternoon. It was an exceptionally warm May
day, with the sun beating down and the temperature in the high 80s. When I drove
up, Beth was out working in her garden. She had her back turned to me when I
first got there and was bending over some plants. All she had on was a pair of
brief running shorts and a halter that was little more than a skimpy bra. I was
presented with a picture of the most stunning female backside I could ever
recall seeing. Beth's square shoulders sloped downward to a narrow waist and
then curved out into perfect round, firm buttocks. She was still a sylph of a
girl, as petite and well-shaped as she was when we were in high school. The only
way she might have changed was in her breasts: they seemed even larger and more
full than they were then. <And why not, she was a more mature woman than she was
then, and her body would have grown even more mature> I thought to myself.
Seeing her like that flooded my mind with memories of our teenage years
together. She was still as beautiful as she was then, was still the perfect
specimen of femininity. All my fantasies came rushing back to me and caused my
face to flush in embarrassment at myself. <Jimmy, just because you're a thirty-four-year-
old virgin doesn't give you license to lust after your sister> I thought angrily
to myself.
These thoughts were quickly swept away, though. Beth had heard me drive in and
stood up and turned to me. <It just isn't fair for a guy to have a sister as
beautiful as Beth> I ruefully told myself. And beautiful she was. Still no more
than 100 pounds, with hair pulled back into a pony tail, shorts clinging tightly
to her flaring hips, and a fair amount of cleavage showing above her well-filled
halter, she could have passed for a teenager.
When Beth saw it was me, she smiled and gave little pleased laugh. She rushed
out of the garden and ran up to where I was standing by the car. At almost a
dead run, she ran into my arms, pushing me back against the car. She put her
arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. With her pushing me against the car,
I could feel her breasts against my chest and her hips pressing against mine. My
reaction was immediate--almost instantaneously my cock swelled and filled the
front of my pants. <My God, what if she notices! She will think I'm some sort of
a pervert, getting a hard-on with his own sister> I thought.
She pulled back and gave me light kiss on the lips. "Jimmy, Jimmy," she
murmured, "you've finally come to give your lonesome little sister a visit. But
just look at me! I wasn't expecting you until later, and here I am in my work
clothes, covered with dirt and sweat."
"Beth, you still look good, no matter what you wear," I said softly. <And does
she ever!> I thought, noticing the way her nipples made little points in the
front of her halter.
"Jimmy, you're still just as sweet ever," she said, her face flushing slightly.
"But let's not stand out here in this heat. Get your stuff and come on into the
house where it's cool."
I opened the car trunk, lifted out my suitcases, and followed Beth into the
house. With her only a few steps ahead of me, I couldn't help but notice her
shapely behind. Each buttock was firm and made little tick- tocking movements in
her shorts as she walked. Her legs were tanned and had very good muscle tone. I
decided that she must do a lot of gardening and other outdoor activities to keep
herself in such good shape.
"You're going to use your old room," Beth said. "I kept my old room and
converted Mom and Dad's room to my writing studio. Come on, I'll help
you unpack."
My room was much like I remembered it. A floor-to- ceiling window, big pine
dresser, and a double bed. I put my suit- cases up on the bed and we took
clothing out and put it in the dresser and closet. As I turned away from the
closet, I noticed Beth putting my Jockey shorts in the drawer. She was gently
rubbing them, right across the front opening. Beth saw me looking and a light
blush flowed across her face. "Boy, your clothes sure got wrinkled in the
suitcase, didn't they," she said with an embarrassed laugh.
After we got all the clothes unpacked and put away and the suitcases put in the
closet, Beth said, "Jimmy, you must be tired after that long drive. Why don't
you lie down and rest while I go take a shower to get rid of all my sweat and
dirt." She turned and left the room, giving me another look at her magnificent
ass and her buttocks making their see- sawing motion under the thin fabric of
her shorts.
I pulled off my shoes and stretched out on the bed. Closing my eyes, I tried to
relax. At just about this time, I heard the door to the bathroom close and water
start to run. The sound made me recall the time I tried to peep at Beth in the
shower. The memory of seeing Beth about to drop her towel and display her body
in all its splendor had such an erotic effect on me that I became as rock-hard
as I had been those many years ago.
I remembered, too, that it was just the two of us in the house. There were no
parents to inhibit actions or yell about what they considered improper. It fully
dawned on me that there wasn't anyone to stop me if I wanted to get rid of my
years of frustration over failing to see Beth nude. Without another thought,
almost without volition, I got off the bed and walked down the hall to the
bathroom. The keyhole was still there, and I could hear the shower running
behind the door. Beth was in that shower and I could finally realize my dream of
seeing her nude. The shower stopped then and it became quiet. She would soon be
stepping out of the shower, wet and dripping, with all her body available for my
sight. Quickly I stepped in front of the door, preparing to stoop and look
through the keyhole. Without warning, the floor emitted a loud squeaking noise.
Just as it had done those many years ago, the board in front of the door
squeaked loudly enough to hear all over the house.
Talk about deja vu! All the shame I had felt as a teenager came rushing back to
me. I almost looked around to see if my father were there to lambast me. I was
filled with embarrassment--I knew Beth must have heard the noise and that she
would know exactly what it meant. I stumbled back to my room, shut the door, and
laid down on the bed. Beth hadn't said anything the time it happened before;
maybe she would just ignore this time too.
In a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door. "Jimmy?" Beth's voice came
in a whisper through the door.
"Yeah, Beth, come on in." <Well, here's where I catch it. May as well take it
like a man.>
Beth opened the door slowly and stepped into the room. She was just like she was
when I saw her through the keyhole those many years ago, covered only with a
towel that extended from the top of her breasts to just below her pussy. I
wouldn't have thought it possible, but she was even more lovely than when had
been a teenager. My embarrassment faded with the vision, and I was filled with
an overwhelming feeling of love and desire for Beth.
I expected her to be angry, but she showed no sign of anger. Instead of her eyes
being angry and glaring, they were warm and soft and there was a look of
wonderment on her face. In a soft, little voice, Beth said, "Jimmy, were you
peeping through the keyhole at me?"
"I was going to, but the board squeaked, and I knew you heard me, and I got
ashamed, and all I did was come back to my room, and I never did look," I
managed to stammer out.
"You REALLY wanted to look at my body? You wanted to look when we were kids and
now you STILL want to look?" she asked in that little-girl voice.
All I could do was drop my head and nod it a little. <She must really think I'm
some kind of a weirdo to have kept such a fixation for so many years. She'll
probably insist I leave and never come back again.>
"Jimmy, I heard the board squeak back when you tried to look at me before. I
knew you were peeping and I was glad. I was going to take off the towel and let
you see all of me, except Dad stopped the show. Well, there aren't any parents
around now, Jimmy, and you can look all you want." Slowly, she untucked the end
of the towel from the top of her breasts and loosened it around her. She
shrugged if off to the floor and she stood there in tableau, completely nude.
My breath caught in a gasp. She was stunning! Her breasts were high, the nipples
pointing outward and upward. Her slight frame made them seem even larger than
they were. Her waist was thin, no more than twenty-four inches, and her hips
swelled outward, forming a perfect frame for the center of her sex nestling
between those thighs. Unlike her mane of straight hair, her pubis was a matted
sporran of kinky blonde hair. It was a luxuriant growth that extended halfway up
to her navel and downward on the inside of her thighs. She turned around slowly
and gave me a view of her backside. Her ass was everything I had imagined it to
be: firm, with rounded buttocks coming down to little crease lines at the tops
of her thighs. She leaned over to give me a better view and I could see the
matted hair all between her legs and the lips of her vagina, moist and slightly
pouting open. My cock tented out the front of my trousers in reaction.
She stood up and turned back to me. "Do you like my body?" she whispered, her
eyes drawn to the swelling at my groin.
"Beth, you're absolutely gorgeous," I managed to get out.
Tears flowed from her eyes and she started kissing me all over my face--on the
forehead, the cheeks, the nose. "Oh, Jimmy, I thought you didn't care. Why do
you think I never married? Why I never went with boys? None of them were as
sweet and thoughtful as you. No man has ever measured up to you, and I wouldn't
settle for less."
"But I'm just plain looking," I said. "How could you have considered me
so special?"
"Looks don't matter--it's the heart that counts," Beth answered.
"Oh, Beth, I've felt exactly the same about you. YOU'RE the reason I haven't
married. I wanted someone exactly like you, but there's only one you. I guess I
was meant to love just you."
"And you've been my only love," Beth whispered, lying down on the bed beside me.
We stared into each others eyes and she reached behind my head and drew it to
her to kiss me again. Instead of my face, though, her lips went to mine. The
kiss was soft at first, then hungry and demanding. Her tongue crept out and
brushed back and forth against my lips. I opened them and met her tongue with
mine. Tip to tip we stroked each other's tongue. Hers became more insistent and
moved into my mouth, slithering under my lip and into my cheeks. I sought her
mouth with my tongue and explored all her secret oral recesses. Together, we lay
there with eyes closed and mouths wide open, caught up in our deep soul kiss.
My cock had already reached it's full tumescence and now it simply throbbed.
Beth had her arms around my neck and her body pushed against mine, so she could
feel it pulsing against it, a telltale of my raging arousal. She scooted down on
the bed a little and pushed her groin against my throbbing manhood. Soon she was
pushing back and forward against it, in little movements that were pushing me
higher and higher up the scale of passion.
I moaned softly and ran my hands down her bare, smooth back. I stroked the
indentation of the small of her back and then moved my hands down to globes of
buttocks. I kneaded them gently and found they were just as firm as I had
imagined they would be. My fingers moved into the crease between her globes and
traced the line downward. Beth raised one leg and draped it over my hip, giving
me opportunity to seek out all her hidden secret places.
She was moist and slick, her feminine secretions coating the space between her
legs. One finger found the beginning of her labial lips and insinuated itself
into the crevice. Beth moaned into my mouth as my finger wormed its way into the
hot pit of her sex, seeking the gateway to heaven. The exploration was
successful and I slowly inserted my finger into Beth's hot internal region. She
bucked against my finger and then pushed against my jutting cock. I slowly
worked my finger out of the tightness of her hole and moved it upwards, seeking
out her little nubbin of pleasure.
I quickly found her clitoris, but it wasn't just a little nubbin--it was swollen
and as big a pencil eraser. In little circular motions, I brushed my fingertip
across and around the swollen clit. Beth gasped and clamped her thighs together,
stopping my movements. She broke the kiss and gasped, "Oh, God, Jimmy! No more!
You're about to make me come, and I don't want to come this way." She rolled off
the bed and said, "Besides, it's my turn to see your body now. If it looks as
great as it's been feeling, it's going to be super."
She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it back. I sat up and she pulled it out of
my trousers and completely off me, tossing it to the floor. Her hands went to
my belt buckle, and she unbuckled my belt and undid the top button of my
trousers. Slowly, she pulled down my zipper until it was at the bottom. She
used both hands in the process and gently massaged the bulge that lay under the
zipper. She went to the foot of the bed, grasped my pants legs, and started to
tug them towards. I lifted my buttocks up so that they could come free. They
came off and she tossed on top of my shirt. She removed each of my socks and
added them to the pile.
She climbed up on the bed and straddled my shins, her hands going down to the
top of my Jockey shorts. "Now I get to see if you match my dreams," she said,
and pulled the shorts down to where my pubic hair showed. Her hands were
trembling as she struggled to get my shorts off. My cock had swelled out the
front of the shorts and she had to stretch the waistband to its maximum to work
the fabric over my swollen cock and balls. Finally, she succeeded, and my cock
sprung to attention, freed at last from its confinement.
"Oh, my God!" she said softly. She couldn't take her eyes from my seven-inch
cock that was making little jerking motions in time with my heartbeat. "It's
magnificent. My dreams were never this good," she whispered, reaching out her
hands to touch and fondle my maleness. She ran her fingertips up and down the
shaft and traced the contours of my scrotum. Her fingers moved through the pubic
hair that sprouted abundantly, and moved down between my thighs to stroke me
there. The whole head of my cock was slick and glistening with pre-cum, and a
little drop escaped through the slit with each throb of my cock. She put two
fingers into the font and rubbed the head in little circles. He fingers moved to
the underpart of my glans and I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. Beth then
finished removing my shorts and now we were both completely nude, our bodies
totally revealed to each other.
Beth stretched out on the bed beside me. We were each on our sides facing each
other. Silently, we looked into each other's eyes. She reached out her hand and
stroked my cheek. "Jimmy, I love you. I've always loved you, and now I love you
even more."
"I love you, too. I've fought against it, but it wasn't any use. You've always
been in the center of my dreams, and I guess I've loved you since we were kids."
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Our lips met in a soft,
tender kiss.
Tenderness soon grew to passion, though, and our kiss became more urgent. Tongue
fought against tongue, and our lips nibbled at the others. My cock was pressed
between our bodies and smeared both of us with seminal secretions. Beth's hips
ground into me as she tried to get even closer. I pushed myself downwards and
allowed my cock to move into the vee of Beth's thighs. It parted her labia and
the head made contact with her clitoris. She held me even tighter and made
little circular motions with her hips. Her lips spread to their widest, circling
my mouth, sucking on my lips. Her breathing came in gasps and made little
moaning sounds. She pulled away and said, "I want you love me completely now. I
want you make a woman out of me, to do what I've wanted you to do ever since we
were kids."
"You're still a virgin?" I asked.
"Yes," she whispered. "I've been keeping it for the day you would take it. I've
known since we were kids that this would happen someday."
"Beth, I'm still a virgin, too," I whispered into her ear.
"Oh, Jimmy, you're so beautiful and sweet, and I love you so much for being
a virgin."
Beth pulled away from me and rolled onto her back. "I can't wait any longer.
Make love to me, Jimmy. Love me the way I've been longing for."
I sat up and looking down at Beth stretched out. She was so beautiful and
tantalizing I was almost overcome with emotion. I would always want to love and
protect her, and even under these conditions I had to think of her welfare. "I
don't have any protection. What if you get pregnant?"
"I won't get pregnant. I started taking birth control pills just as soon as I
found out you were coming," she said with a little shy smile.
I realized then that she had wanted me as much as I had wanted her. My love for
her overflowed and I whispered, "Ahhh, Beth." Lovingly, I kissed her gently on
the lips. The kiss trailed down to her neck and then to her breasts. Softly I
lapped my tongue across one nipple and then the other. With just the tip, I drew
little circles around each nipple, tracing the pink crepiness of her areolae.
She arched her back up to my mouth and made soft "Mmmmmmmnnn" sounds. My hand
traced down the rounded contour of her abdomen and into the lush golden thicket
of pubic curls. Parting the hair, my fingers found her secret crevice and gently
stroked it. She was wet with the hot flow of her arousal, and the crevice was a
slippery slide down into her womanly depths. With little feathery motions I ran
my fingers up and down the furrow, stopping at the swollen bump of her clitoris.
Her hips moved up and down and gyrated in a circular motion. Tremors ran through
her body and she moaned softly, unable to resist the pleasure waves mounting
higher and higher.
"Oh, God, Jimmy! Now! Now!" she shouted. "Do it now. Put it in me now," she said
in a moaning voice, trying to pull me on top of her.
I quickly moved between her legs and spread them apart. My cock was rigid and
throbbing, poised just above her golden forest. Her hips were thrusting up and
down, and her Mount of Venus brushed against my cockhead with each upward push.
Gently I pushed forward, prodding my glistening cockhead into the top of Beth's
pouting slit, parting the labia. She was hot and slick, and my flowing pre-cum
increased the lubrication even more. Taking my shaft in my right hand, I ran its
head up and down the channel, pressing harder each time it grazed across Beth's
swollen and beating clitoris. A shudder ran across her stomach each time the
clitoris was touched.
Beth raised her knees high and humped her pubic mound up against my cock. She
worked her hips in circles, trying to position my cock for entry. I probed my
cock deeper into the fold, seeking the abode it was made for, seeking the
entrance to her inner secrets.
Finally, there it was, and my cock dipped into the outer ring of Beth's
torrid hole. The whole head was engulfed in hot wetness and I paused in the
sheer pleasure of the moment. Beth opened her eyes and looked up at me. In
almost a strangled voice, she said, "Please, Jimmy, please. I can't stand any
more waiting."
I pushed my hips forward and my cock slowly began to sink into Beth's hot
channel. I was expecting her to wince in pain, but she only frowned a little as
my cockhead gently pushed aside the constriction of her maidenhead. Soon, we
were completely merged. I was flesh of her flesh and she was flesh of my flesh.
Her frown lines disappeared and she released her held breath with a loud,
"Ahhhhhh!."
She reached behind my head and pulled my lips down to hers. Holding our bodies
perfectly still, we kissed a long, deep kiss. As we broke away, she reached out
her tongue and ran it across and around my lips, lapping up the juices our kiss
had left. Tears welled up in her eyes and she whispered, "Oh, Jimmy, we're
finally there. You don't know how many times I've dreamed of this. It's so good.
The real thing is so much better than the dream. Now, make love to me. Love me
hard, and if it's a dream, I hope I never wake up."
I slowly withdrew my cock from Beth's inner recesses, stopping when only the tip
of the head was in place. I lunged forward, driving my cock home with one long,
swift movement. I groaned aloud from the wave of pleasure that swept over me.
Beth said, "Yes! Yes! Oh, it's so good!" She pushed her hips up against mine and
our bodies were pulled into full hot contact. She lifted her legs up and wrapped
them around my waist and her arms reached around my neck and held me tight. Once
against I retreated and attacked, and once against she matched my motions. Soon
we were rocking back and forward against each other. I was moaning and so was
she. I was nearing my peak, and I could tell she was close to hers.
Suddenly, Beth clutched me even harder. Her hips moved in a feverish motion and
the walls of her pussy grasped against my see-sawing cock. She threw her head
back and wailed, "Oh, God, I'm there! I'm coming, I'm cominnnngggg!!!
Then it hit me. I hit the crest and then went into a freefall that seeming like
it would never end. My vision blurred and waves and waves of almost unbearable
pleasure flowed outward from my groin to all parts of my body. Spurt after spurt
after spurt jetted into Beth, filling up and overflowing Beth's spasming pussy.
We were both trembling and shuddering, our breaths coming in gasps. Gradually,
our motions slowed, and then we were still, making soft "Ohhhh" sounds.
We both opened our eyes and looked into each other's face. Our lips drew
together and we kissed a long, tender kiss that sealed our love forever. No word
needed to be spoken. We both knew that there could be no other for either of us.
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