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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST Mike16 Waltons
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 4 Jul 1996 18:02:06 GMT



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WALTONS: Mounting on the Mountain

By Uncle Mike


     In the middle of the bustle of a typical Walton gathering 
before supper, Jason pulled Erin aside and whispered in her 
ear.

     "Tomorrow morning, after our chores, meet me by the old 
oak at the crossroads. I've got something to show you!"

     Erin whispered back a question, but Jason shook his head. 
"You'll see," he said, and then shushed as Grandma gathered 
them at the big table.

     Jason and Erin were used to sharing secrets. As a middle 
boy and middle girl of the Waltons' big family, they got lost in 
the shuffle a lot, so they clung to each other for support. Both 
were just about teenagers -- Jason just barely qualifying, 
Erin almost there. Like all the Waltons, they were tall and 
rangy, bodies well-conditioned by a life that had no luxuries. 
The family did for itself, and that included a full complement 
of chores for every member every day.

     Saturday morning's chores, in fact, kept Erin and Jason 
busy until lunch and even longer -- Erin had to help her mother 
make a big batch of pies for a church fair the next day; Jason 
was drafted to help repair a shed down at the family mill.

     It wasn't until around 2 o'clock that both of them got 
reprieves and each hurried off to their familiar meeting 
place, well away from the prying eyes of the rest of the 
family.

     Erin started closer, so she was already sitting on the limb 
of the big oak when Jason arrived, out of breath from a 
scramble down the mountain. She was twisting the hem of her 
drab print dress, staring idly off into the distance while her 
slim legs dangled beneath her.

     "It's about time you got here," she said with a smile. "I 
almost thought you forgot. So what's the big secret?"

     "It ain't -- isn't here," Jason answered, tugging at her arm 
to pull her down to the ground. "But it's close."

     With Jason leading the way, they tumbled over hillocks and 
stumbled across fallen branches until they came to a clearing, 
with a weathered rail fence barring their way. Erin hesitated 
but Jason leaped the top rail and turned back to help her over 
as well.

     "Jason Walton, just where are we going?" she demanded, 
refusing to go one step farther.

     One glance at the determined look on her freckled face 
convinced him he had to give her some kind of answer. "This is 
old man Johnson's place," he said. "I've been coming down here 
every afternoon about this time for the last week. He's got a 
couple of horses -- they're usually down at the other end of 
the field."

     "Horses!" Erin snorted. "You brought me all this way to 
show me horses? We see horses every Sunday at church when 
the Bartlins come." She turned to go back, but Jason caught 
her arm.

     "No, it's not just the horses -- it's, it's what they're doing. 
C'mon. It won't take but a little while." He smiled. "Race you."

     Jason quickly turned and tore off across the thigh-high 
field of grain with his sister in close pursuit. Their long, easy 
strides quickly brought them to the other side of the field. As 
they reached a stand of elms, Jason slowed down and 
motioned to Erin to stop. Holding a finger to his lips, he led 
her around the trees and over the fence again. They followed 
the fence-line for a short ways; it curved off to their left, 
enclosing a small pasture ringed by trees, sheltered from the 
main field. In the middle of the pasture stood a beautiful 
brown mare. 

     "Sshhhh," Jason whispered. "It's almost time, I think. Come 
on, there's a patch of grass right over there. We can watch 
from there."

     "Watch what?" Erin wanted to know, but Jason just shook 
his head and drew her on. They flopped down onto the sweet-
smelling grass, propping their heads on their hands and 
watching the mare as she slowly grazed.

     Then, in a rush of hoofbeats, a well-muscled black stallion 
came galloping into the pasture. His pounding hooves shook 
the earth as he raced around the inside of the fence-line again 
and again; the mare continued to munch calmly.

     "Now," Jason said. "I think he's gonna do it now."

     The black horse slowed to a trot and made his way out to 
the center of the field, coming up behind the mare. She turned 
to look at him and they stood eyeing each other for a minute 
or so.

     "But what..." Erin began, but Jason shushed her.

     Then the stallion cantered around behind the mare again. 
She seemed to brace herself, when suddenly the stallion 
moved up behind her and rose above her haunches. Erin gasped 
as she saw a two-foot-long shaft sticking out straight and 
hard from the stallion's underside. She'd seen enough animals 
to know that boy horses and dogs and such all had penises, but 
she'd never seen one so big before. As she watched, the 
stallion lunged forward and the penis seemed to disappear 
inside the mare. She gasped again. How could all that fit 
inside her?

     Erin and Jason watched in silence as the stallion rutted at 
his mate before pulling off and trotting away. They were 
close enough that Erin could see some kind of white goo 
around the stallion's penis as he pulled out.

     "What were they doing?" she asked her brother.

     "I'm not sure," he said, "but I think that's how they make 
baby horses."

     "What? Like that? Oh!" Erin had seen pregnant animals 
before, and even her own mother; she knew that babies came 
out of the mother's stomach, and from whispered 
conversations and snatches of talk among the kids at school, 
she'd figured out that a man was somehow involved too. But 
the mechanics of it all had eluded her until now.

     "Thanks for bringing me her, Jason," she said fervently. 
"That was great! But ... well, I still think there are some 
things I don't understand."

     "Like what?" Jason hadn't gotten a much better sex 
education than Erin had, but a week of watching the horses go 
at it had made him an expert, he thought.

     "Well, how does what they did make a baby, exactly?"

     "Uh, I'm not sure," Jason said, looking away.

     "Oh. Well, how does that big rod thing fit inside the girl 
horse? It looked way too fat to go in anywhere."

     "Uh, I think -- well, I don't know," her brother said quietly.

     "Oh. Well ... do you know how come that thing was so big? I 
mean, I've seen boy horses with p-penises, right? But they've 
never been that big."

     Jason's face lit up with a smile. "Oh, I know that one," he 
said brightly. "It gets big sometimes. All of them do. ... Even 
mine!"

     Erin reached out a hand and pushed Jason over onto his 
back. "Oh, go on! Yours doesn't get that big! Where would you 
put it?" She reached down to his crotch, grabbing at him. They 
giggled as they wrestled on the ground, rolling over and over, 
until both were about out of breath. As Erin slipped aside, 
Jason rolled over to face her.

     "Well, silly, of course it doesn't get THAT big," he said. 
"But it does get bigger than usual. Like ... well, like now."

     Erin glanced down and noticed that the bulge in his 
trousers did look more obvious than usual. Still suppressing 
the last of her giggles, she reached out to touch. Her eyes 
widened. "Wow, that's really hard," she said. "How did it get 
that way? Does it hurt?"

     "Naw," her brother answered. "Not really. Except it feels 
kinda cramped. But it's OK."

     "Cramped?" Erin asked thoughtfully. "Maybe you should take 
it out."

     Now it was Jason's turn to get wide-eyed. "Take it out?" he 
squealed. "But ..."

     "Aw, please, Jason," Erin begged. "I wanna see it. Come on, 
I've seen you before."

     "What? When?"

     "Oh, you silly, did you think when we go skinny-dipping at 
the pond I don't peek around the bushes? Haven't you peeked at 
me?"

     "Well, sometimes," Jason said, shyly. "But  ... well, you've 
never seen me like this, I bet."

     "Well, then, it's high time. Come on, let me see!" She 
reached out and slipped a finger into his fly, slipping one of 
the buttons open. They looked about ready to burst, anyway.

     Jason rolled away, but under Erin's soft pleading he soon 
slipped off his trousers and pulled down his shorts. Even 
though he was lying on his back, his penis stood straight up, 
six inches of hard, thick shaft.

     Erin crawled over to look more closely.  Her warm breath 
fluttered at the tip of Jason's penis as she turned her head 
from side to side.

     "Can I touch it?"

     Jason nodded.

     Her touch was soft and gentle, but still it sent a shiver 
through him. Erin's fingertips slipped up and down the stiff 
shaft, tracing out the flare of the helmet, the small opening 
at the tip, the skin stretched smooth down to the base and the 
floppy sac. Jason winced slightly when Erin experimentally 
squeezed one of the soft organs she felt inside the sac; she 
released the pressure quickly.

     "Sorry, Jase," she whispered.

     "It's OK," her brother said. He couldn't get over how 
different it felt to have someone else touching him there. 
Watching the horses the last week, he'd often felt his penis 
swell, and he'd touched himself, but it had never felt this 
good. He could go on like this forever, he thought.

     But in time Erin sat up, taking her hands away but still 
eyeing his rod as she spoke.

     "Uh, Jason, about that other question I asked..."

     "You mean how they make a baby? I just don't know. But I 
think they have to be old enough or somethin', 'cause I heard 
Grandpa saying something once about ..."

     "That's not what I mean," Erin said. "The other question -- 
about how it fits in?"

     "Yeah?"

     "Well, I was wondering ... Do you think we could try it?"

     "You mean -- you mean like they did? Us? Me and you?"

     "Yes, well, I mean -- don't you wonder what it's like? When 
they were doing it, I felt -- kinda -- well, funny -- all warm 
and tingly. Down by my hole. Like where the boy horse put it in 
the girl horse. It felt kinda good, but I bet what they did felt 
better."

     Jason didn't take long to answer. "I'd really like to, Erin. 
Are you sure it's all right?"

     "What do you mean?"

     "Well, I mean, do you think the horses were brother and 
sister?"

     Erin laughed. "I don't know, but I don't think they cared 
much!" Jumping to her feet, Erin quickly slipped off her dress 
and slid down her underpants. She didn't wear anything else; 
her breasts had developed into noticeable rises on her chest, 
but money was too scarce to waste on frivolous things like 
brassieres. Naked now, the young girl shivered slightly as a 
cool breeze swept through the meadow. As it died down, she 
got down on all fours, presenting her buttocks to her brother, 
who had pulled off his shirt and shoes and came up behind her.

     Jason felt his penis, already stiff and hard, grow even 
bigger as he admired his sister's slim body. Bowing to his 
urges, he moved forward, looming over her. His penis prodded 
forward, jabbing into her cheeks and then slipping between 
them.

     "Ow!" Erin slumped forward. "Not there, Jason!"

     "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

     "Oh, it wasn't so bad. Here, let's try again. I'll help." Erin 
got into position again, this time reaching between her legs 
to grasp her brother's erect member. He shuffled forward on 
his knees as she pulled his penis to the entrance of her vagina. 
It was already slightly wet -- the result of Erin's excitement 
while watching the animals. But Jason's big penis still 
couldn't quite penetrate.

     "It's no use," he said, starting to pull back, but Erin held on. 

     "Wait," she said. "I've got an idea." Taking her hand from 
Jason's penis, she stroked herself. Soon she was lubricated 
enough that she could put three of her own fingers inside her.

     This time when Jason moved forward, he was able to 
penetrate his sister with just a bit of pressure. He groaned as 
his helmet slipped past the entrance. The feeling seemed to 
turn on a switch inside him; he wildly plunged forward as he'd 
seen the stallion do. Very quickly he felt something barring 
his way, but in his lust-maddened haste he drove forward 
again and again until he burst through.

     As he did, Erin squealed in surprise and pain. She would 
have fallen on her face if Jason hadn't had his arms wrapped 
around her as he massaged her small breasts. He was still 
bucking into her, but Erin managed to slow him down for 
awhile until the pain went away, gradually replaced by a 
warm, thrilling feeling.

     Just as Erin was beginning to move to meet Jason's 
thrusts, he began to grunt and groan and then flopped onto her 
back as she felt a hot jolt inside her.

     When Jason pulled his shrinking penis out of her, they saw 
the same kind of gooey white substance that had been on the 
stallion's shaft. Tentatively, Erin took some on her finger and 
brought it to her lips.

     "Mmmmm," she said, "not bad. But I still don't feel as good 
as I thought I would. Can we do it some more?"

     Jason insisted that he couldn't, but even as he said that his 
penis was once again growing thick and long. Eagerly Erin got 
on her knees again and Jason moved in behind.

     Quickly they fell into a passionate rhythm, Jason's penis 
driving into his sister's vagina over and over. Erin was pulling 
out tufts of grass as she struggled for a grip, trying to push 
back as far as she could to take Jason all the way into her.

     "This is great!" she shouted into the ground before her. "Oh, 
yes, do it more, do it harder! Please, Jason, more! I want it 
all!"

     Jason's hands were slipping on her sweaty body as he 
pushed in and out, and his knees were beginning to slid on the 
turf. Then all at once he lost his hold and fell next to Erin, his 
penis slipping out as his shoulder hit the ground.

     A quick check proved no damage done, but when Jason 
began to mount his sister again she told him to wait.

     "I've got an idea," she said, turning over so that she was on 
her back. She spread her legs wide and beckoned her brother to 
enter her that way.

     As she'd hoped, it worked -- and she found she could take 
even more of him that way. The soft earth proved a cushiony 
bed as they bucked against each other, Jason's cock burying 
itself to the hilt in his young sister's body.

     This way, too, Jason could bend down and kiss her. At first 
it was a tentative peck, but  Erin reached up and pulled his 
head onto hers as she opened her mouth to him. Soon their 
tongues met as they ground their mouths together and then 
went on, licking and suckling their necks and chests. All the 
while Jason kept up his frantic motions, driving himself into 
her.

     "That's it!" she urged him on. "Drive it into me! Oh, yes, 
Jason, that feels so good! Deeper, deeper! Oh, yes, oh, 
aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Her slender hips 
began to quiver and shake and soon trembling wracked her 
entire body. Desperately she clutched her brother's waist as 
she felt herself losing control, giving herself over completely 
to passion. The sensations sent Jason over the edge too, and 
again he felt a boiling inside him erupt in a hot stream 
coursing through his penis and exploding into his sister.

   ===   ===   ===   ===

     After that it became a weekly ritual -- daily during the 
summer -- for Erin and Jason to slip away from the house and 
go down to the pasture. After awhile, they grew too impatient 
to take the long walk and they didn't need the horses' example 
to stir them up, so they made love in a sheltered spot near 
their old meeting place at the crossroads.

     They were there one summer afternoon, lost in passion as 
Jason plunged his penis into his sister's hot, wet hole, when a 
girl's voice interrupted their lovemaking.

     "Jason Walton! Erin! What do you think you're doing?"

     It was their sister, Mary Ellen. She was closer to Jason's 
age than Erin was, but as the oldest girl she gave herself a 
few airs and usually didn't associate much with the middle 
children. Mary Ellen had the Walton beauty, burst forth into 
full womanhood -- full breasts, slender and shapely legs, a 
full mouth and soft, smooth skin.

     As she came into view, pushing aside a pair of bushes, 
Jason slipped out of Erin and knelt over her, covering himself 
with his hands. Erin just lay back, craning her neck to look up 
at her sister.

     There was a moment of silence as the older girl took in the 
scene. She didn't have any more formal sex education than her 
brother and sister, but she'd heard more in the schoolyard and 
one of her girlfriends had once showed her a pair of dogs 
mating, so it didn't take her long to figure out what was going 
on. Her face grew red as she looked down and saw the head of 
Jason's penis peeking out above his wide-spread hands.

     Erin and Jason braced themselves for a tongue-lashing, but 
instead Mary Ellen's voice was soft. "Was it ... did you ... how 
does it feel?"

     Erin broke into a freckled grin. "It's great! Really, really 
great! Jason's gotten really good at it, he can get himself hard 
two or three times in a row!"

     Now it was Jason's turn to blush.

     "Really?" Mary Ellen took a couple of steps forward. 

     "Yes." Erin scrambled to her knees and turned toward her 
sister. "Do you ... do you want to try it?"

     "Oh, could I?" Mary Ellen blurted out. Then she clapped her 
hands to her mouth, as if unwilling to believe what she'd just 
said. But, before she could change her mind, Erin was at her 
side, unbuttoning Mary Ellen's dress and reaching up to pull it 
off her.

     Very soon, Mary Ellen was on the ground, her legs spread. 
Jason moved toward her, but Erin stopped him with a look. 
"Remember our first time? I have to get her ready first," his 
younger sister said.

     With that, Erin knelt between Mary Ellen's legs. She 
caressed the insides of her sister's thighs, her fingers 
drawing ever closer to the furry patch that partly obscured 
her labia. Erin's own crotch was silky smooth, but Jason had a 
coarse mat of hair at the base of his penis, so she wasn't 
surprised at Mary Ellen.

     As Erin's fingertips brushed the sensitive lips, her older 
sister moaned softly and spread herself even wider. Erin ran 
her fingers up and down and soon Mary Ellen's juices were 
flowing. Erin's fingers spread them open and slipped inside, 
drawing a deep sigh. Erin bent down and touched a finger to 
her lips. Smiling a bit, she then bent down further until her 
mouth was so close Mary Ellen could feel Erin's warm breath 
on her. Then, to the older girl's surprise, and perhaps to Erin's 
too, the younger sister slipped her tongue inside Mary Ellen. 

     Under Erin's probing tongue, Mary Ellen soon was bucking 
and twisting on the ground, her long hair flailing around her.  
In time Jason grew impatient and came up behind Erin, trying 
to enter her in the old way.

     Erin raised her buttocks to him and he drove in, driven wild 
by the sight before him: Mary Ellen, her full, womanly body 
naked and being eaten by his equally naked younger sister.  He 
plunged into Erin's steaming hot vagina, reveling in the tight 
squeeze as she met his every thrust.

     Mary Ellen began to shout incoherently under Erin's 
tantalizing ministrations. She entangled both hands in her 
younger sister's hair as she tried to press Erin's tongue 
deeper into her. Suddenly, her body arched and stiffened, 
driving Erin back and propelling Jason onto his behind. 
"AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Mary Ellen screamed. "Oh, oh, 
ohohohohoAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" 

     "Mary Ellen, quiet! Someone will hear us!" Erin pleaded, but 
her older sister could not control her shouts. Finally Erin 
moved up and planted her lips on Mary Ellen's silencing her 
with a long, deep kiss. As she did, she took advantage of the 
older girl's passion to drive two of her fingers deep inside 
Mary Ellen's vagina, piercing the thin membrane as Jason had 
pierced hers. Mary Ellen was so lost in her orgasm that she 
never even winced.

     Mary Ellen finally calmed down and Erin moved aside. The 
older girl was so overcome by the sensations that at first she 
didn't realize what was happening when Jason moved over her. 
She was so slick from Erin's probings that he slid into her 
easily.

     "Hey," she said, still slightly in a daze, "what are you ... 
ooooooh. Oh. OH. OHOHOH!" As Jason picked up the pace Mary 
Ellen kept up with him, her hips rising to meet him. He bent 
down to her chest, enjoying the difference as he sucked and 
nibbled at breasts that were more ample than Erin's.

     The younger girl was jealous as she saw her brother so 
obviously relishing the bigger girl's endowments. But then she 
caught Mary Ellen's eye and the older sister winked. In a flash, 
Erin was standing over her sister's face and lowering herself 
down. Mary Ellen reached up to ease Erin's labia down as she 
flicked her own tongue up to meet  them. The sensations sent 
shocks through Erin's body and she had to bend down, putting 
her hands on the ground on either side of Mary Ellen's chest, to 
keep from falling over completely. Jason raised his head from 
his older sister's breasts and he and Erin kissed deeply, their 
tongues hungrily seeking each other's out. And through it all, 
Jason kept driving his rock-hard penis into Mary Ellen's vagina 
as the older girl bucked up at him. Soon she had her legs 
wrapped tightly around her brother's waist and her heels were 
digging into his buttocks, urging him deeper and deeper into 
her.

     Erin was the first to come. The orgasm rocked her so hard 
she was driven off her sister's face; she ended up backed up 
against a tree, her young body shaken again and again by 
tremors of delight.

     Jason's powerful plunging was met with equally forceful 
movements by his older sister.

     "You were right!" Mary Ellen called out to Erin. "This is 
great! Oh, Jason, yes, yes, more! Mmmppph, harder!"

     Sweat was pouring off Jason's slim body as he pistoned his 
hips into her, his balls slapping wetly against her thighs as he 
drove in. All at once he saw stars as he felt the familiar 
surge building and then blasting into his sister, wave after 
wave pulsing through his shaft. "Mary Ellen, I'm ... gaaaahhhh ... 
I'm ..." He could say no more as the uncontrollable surge of 
emotions drained him of all feeling. As he collapsed onto his 
sister, she bucked up at him stiffly, her own brand of orgasm 
launching her into a series of wild gyrations that finally 
quieted down into a warm glow.

   ===   ===   ===   ===

     And so it was on Walton's Mountain, until the time came 
for Mary Ellen and Jason, in their turns, to leave and go on to 
other things. Erin didn't feel abandoned, though, for by then 
Ben, Jim-Bob and Elizabeth had joined the family circle of 
love.

     







