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Mucking the stalls



There ain't nothin much to do in the rural territory of north east Idaho. Not too many folks live around these parts. There are cows of course, lots of cows. I do believe there are more cows than people round here. The people we do see spend a lot of time hootin and hollerin about makin the Idaho territory a state. That's just a part of life round here. It seems my daddy's lot in life is to grow them cattle so those city folks can have a side of beef.

Seems thats all people do around here is work. Work, work, work. I tell you there ain't but a small rest from workin. I do believe there is always cattle to be rustled, chicken eggs to collect, fences to be mended, horses to be groomed, and of course we have to feed 'em all. With all that feedin comes a whole pile of thier shit to be shoveled.

Mama would slap my mouth if she heard me speakin like that. "We ain't sailors," she would tell my daddy. He didn't much give a hoot what we were. Fact of the matter is he loved cussin. He would cuss at the cows, mostly cause they are pretty dumb animals, and he would cuss at the dogs he had out chasin 'em. The only animal he never cussed at was his horse, not once I tell ya. Of course he would watch his mouth while we were around mama, but she was damn near never out in the field.

It was my job to make sure my papa and my brothers had enough to eat while they were out workin. After all, we gotta keep them movin. Now I don't know why God gave me this lot in life, I just know he did. My whole life I grew up with out no other sisters around. I heard stories about when I was born, my daddy got all sorts of upset. I can understand why, he needed some help around here and no little girl was goin to give him the kind of free labor he needed to keep this ranch runnin. Boy was he a happy man when he had three sons after me. I have gotten old enough that he lets me help out around the place but my chores are more womanly. No way would he be lettin me rustle those cattle with him.

When he came to me yesterday and told me he was goin to town with mama instead of me, I was taken back. It had been my job to help mama in town and help out around the house. I just couldn't understand why papa needed to go so bad. What was even more surprising was the job he left me to do. He told me to get on out there with my brother Jim and muck the horses stalls. There ain't nothin worse than a woman havin to shovel all that horse shit around.

Now I did my duty. I did my part in the morning, helpin mama with breakfast and cleanin up the house while the boys got to their chores and my folks got ready to head into town. I tell you I had just finished up the dishes when my papa came walkin into the kitchen. "Annie," he said, "we ain't got time today for you to stare out that window at the world."

"No sir papa," I said. I took off my apron and headed for the barn. I had expected Jim to be hard at work on clearin out those stalls and restocking them with fresh straw. That ain't what I saw at all! I saw Jim takin a nap up on the horses feed bales. "Jim," I yelled! "You get your lazy ass up of those bales Jim! I ain't gonna be the one to muck these stalls by myself."

I saw my brother's eye open just so a little bit of it could see. He looked at me and with a humph rolled over and went right back to sleepin. I didn't intend on this happenin and as far as I was concerned he could have just been given a whippin right there.

I went runnin for the house with tears in my eyes. Nothing like a cryin girl got a daddy movin, that was double true for my papa.

"What are you doin comin back in here? You have work to do," my daddy said.

"But Papa," I yelled, "he's sleepin on the alfalfa bales. He ain't doin a darn bit of work."

"You get out there and wake Jim up. Let him know that those stalls had better be mucked before your mama and I get back from town."

"Papa, why do I have to stay home? Goin to town with mama is my job. Why is it such a big deal that you go this time?"

"Annie, we done already gone over this. I need to pick up some things for the farm and I need another set of hands gettin some work done around here. Now your old enough to pitch in a helpin hand. I don't want to hear any more of it or you'll get the belt just like Jim will if those stalls ain't mucked when we get back."

"Yes sir," I responded timidly.

"Now be a good girl and get on out there doin the work I asked ya to."

"Yes papa," I said.

My daddy put his arm around me, giving me a comforting hug. "You'll do just fine. Its about time you grew up enough to be the woman of the house. Get out there and get Jim a workin."

"Yes papa," I said. I walked with my parents out to the wagon to see them off. I headed back towards the barn with a fiery hustle. "Jim," I yelled out as I passed through the barn door, "you get your lazy ass up. When I get back in here you had better be workin or I'll tan your hide." I heard a snicker as I turned to run back towards the house.

I sorted through the laundry and found a pair of Jim's britches. I was a bit older than he was but we were both pert near the same size. There ain't no way I intended on shovelin that shit with my dress on, no way. I put Jim's britches on under my dress and over my underpants. I took off my dress and hung it neatly, like a lady should. Then I found one of his shirts and put it on. It wouldn't matter much anyhow, his clothes always smelled like cow shit or horse shit or some kinda shit.

I headed back towards the barn, ready to work. "Jim," I yelled out. "I'm gettin to work. You get down from there and grab that pitchfork before I throw it at ya."

That comment got a stir out of him. He rolled over and peered his head down to the horse stalls. "Annie," he yelled, "what in hell's sakes are you doin?"

I leaned on the shovel and looked up at him, "I'm shovelin shit, what else would I be doin?"

"No," Jim cried out, "I mean why in tarnation are you wearin my britches? That ain't very ladylike."

"Well, it ain't ladylike to be shovelin shit in a dress either. Your clothes already smell like this shit so I saw no problem with it."

"Oh, boy," Jim yelled! He stood up on the alfalfa bales and yelled again, "Oh boy! Mama is gonna give you one hell of a whoopin when she gets home, after she hears you were wearin my britches!"

"I can take a woopin from mama, but papa's calloused hands will be tannin your hide if you don't get to work."

That was all it took to get my brother Jim to work. Together we started muckin them horse stalls, clearin out the old shit and puttin new fill straw down for em. Lucky for us the younger two boys were out rustlin the cattle around the countryside. It gave us extra room to work without worryin about their steeds. As we worked Jim kept on gettin closer and closer to me. Even to the point where we were both cleanin the same stall at the same time! Personally, I didn't mind one bit, but I was sure surprised to see Jim gettin close to anyone. He was a hard worker but one thing he wasn't, a people person.

We stopped for a break after mucking three stalls. It was a hot day and I could see sweat pourin from Jim's face. "Why don't I go get us some water," I said.

"That's a fine idea," Jim said.

Much to my surprise he followed me out to the well. We had a stubborn pump but a little work and it would get goin. It had one hell of a long handle. I reached all the way as high as I could and then pushed it back down again. I filled a bucket of water for both of us before I went back towards the barn, Jim followed all the while.

We both filled our cups and began suckin back the cool refreshing drink. "Don't think I ain't noticed," he said.

"Noticed what," I asked?

"Noticed you."

"Noticed me what," I asked again?

"You sure are pretty," Jim said.

"Why thank you Jimmy, you sure are handsome yourself, when you ain't bein lazy."

"Now I know why mama doesn't want you wearin britches," he said. "I can just imagine all your curves."

"JIM," I cried out! "You keep those vile thoughts to yourself. I can't believe you'd talk to your sister with such a vulgar mouth!"

"Annie," he said, "we are only about a year and a half apart. Now I'm old enough to know that I'm attracted to you. Because your older it must mean you can be attracted to me too."

"Bein attracted has nothin to do with it Jim," I snapped back at him. "Now you stop this degenerate speak before I decide to tell papa."

"I don't see papa around."

"I'll tell him when he gets home."

Jim began moving in closer to me, pushin me up against a wall. "You just go ahead and do that, Annie. Tell papa that I think your pretty, tell mama too. Go ahead and tell them both that I fancy you. You know what else you can tell 'em?"

"What," I asked?

"You tell 'em that I done kissed you."

By then I had heard enough and was determined to stand my ground. I stood straight up, staring up into Jim's eyes. "You stop this Jim, you stop this now."

To this day I get giddy when I think of what happened next. My brother, my very own brother leaned right in and pressed his lips against mine! Now I did what any proper lady would have done, I slapped that boy as hard as I could across the face. Of course my brother put his palm up against his cheek in response. He was probably tryin to stop the forthcomin pain of my stingin slap.

"You can slap me all day Annie," he said. "I don't wanna stop. I is gonna kiss you again and again until you kiss me back." Now I knew it was comin, I knew he was goin to do it, but for some reason I was still surprised when Jim leaned towards me again and our lips connected. Again I pulled away and let him have it with an open handed slap across the face. This time Jim grabbed me my the waist and held onto the belt in the britches I was wearin. He pushed his face in against mine and kissed me once more.

I tried to stop it, I really did. I turned my head from one side to the other. I wiggled and squirmed the best I could to get away from him. Finally Jim just grabbed my face with both hands and pulled my head in to his, our lips connected again. Now at the time I was worried about all sorts of things, like what people where gonna say when they found out I kissed my own brother.

"Stop Jim," I cried, "stop." My brother let me loose and I fell down in a freshly mucked stall. Ain't no horses had been there yet, just me and Jim and some new straw. "We can't do this," I said looking up at him. Tears began to fill my eyes, "Daddy is gonna beat you so hard when he finds out. I'm scared for you."

My brother knelt next to me, "There is only one way Papa or Mama is goin to find out. You just need to keep that pretty mouth shut." He then leaned back in and kissed me one more time. This time I didn't fight him, I kissed back. Jim slowly broke away and I lay back on the straw.

"Ain't no one gonna know but me you and God," I asked?

"No one," he replied. "Ain't no one ever gonna know."

I couldn't believe what I was doing, I was kissin my own brother. Now I had heard Mama and Papa make jokes about kissin cousins before but I had never imagined my own brother would be my first. We lay in that hay together kissin and a kissin. I just didn't want to stop, I couldn't really. Jim finally lay right on top of me as we kissed. When I felt his manhood pressin up against me I felt even more hot and bothered than I had before.

I don't know why I did it but I opened up my legs for him. It was such a hussy thing to do. But feelin his thing push up against me gave me pleasure I had never felt before. I just couldn't close my legs back up, especially after he started movin that thing back and forth. I started rubbin his back as he kept on kissn and rubbin his thing against me. His shirt got caught on my hand and lifted right up. It felt so good havin my hand on his bare back. We were bein so wicked and I knew Hell would be a callin for us.

Jim stopped kissin long enough to lift that shirt of his off my chest. He looked down at a fully clasped corset, completely done up. "We can't do this Jim," I said. "We can't sin together like this."

He pushed his manhood back up against me one more time, "I can't stop Annie. I really can't."

"We can stop if we put our minds to it," I said.

He pushed himself back up against me one more time, deeper and harder. In return, I let out a little squeak of enjoyment. "Sounds like you don't want to stop either Annie."

"We can't," I said, "God would never forgive this."

"Yes he will, we just have to repent when were done."

My brother's words had gotten to me. "Fine then," I said as I pulled on the bow-tie knot holding my corset together. It sprang loose, leaving only a little string and a wiggle between my brother and my breasts."Hold on," I said, "I need to stand up and push this thing down off of me. Otherwise we have to run these laces back the whole way."

I stood as Jim stared up at me. My breasts came free, free from the corset and free to his view. "Oh my my," he said, "I didn't think you could get any prettier."

"What are you talkin about," I asked?

"Without your top on you look enchanting?"

I giggled at his admiration, "Enchanting is sure a big word for a boy like you."

"I heard Papa tell Mama that she was enchanting once. Now I understand what he means."

Jim removed his shirt and we kept kissin. With our bare chests rubbin against each other and his manhood rubbin between my legs, I felt like such a whore. I wanted it though. I didn't want to stop and by the time we were both half naked I just decided I couldn't. I knew we were sinnin together. And I knew we would sin more.

It didn't take my brother Jim much longer before he stood up and dropped his trousers. I could see his pecker tryin to break free of his undergarments. He pulled his underpants down and I beheld before me the most intriguing thing I had ever seen. My brother stood there naked, with his penis pokin up like a steed ready for mating season. I wanted it, I don't know why I wanted it so much but I wanted it.

I stood up in front of him and looked down at his member. "Can I touch it," I asked? Jim nodded his head yes. The skin was so soft but his shaft was so firm. "Golly gee," I said. How in the world is this thing supposed to fit inside there?"

"I don't know," Jim said. "But what do you think? Should we try?"

I was so excited. I undid the belt holdin up those britches and pulled my underpants down with 'em. "Of course we should try," I said.

Jim reached his hand between my legs, I spread them open a bit for him. I could feel his fingers fondling around in my slit. "Well, we can't do it right standing up like this trying to feel each other," I said.

I lay back down on the fresh straw and opened my legs for my brother. Jim looked down on me for a bit again, muttering the word "enchanting" before he lay with me. We started kissin like before but this time Jim's shaft was rubbing in between my slit. His penis fumbled about for a while before the head of it started sliding real gently up and down my slit. Then he stopped suddenly and pushed it forward. I felt him at my woman's entrance. I little push extra and I could feel myself begin to open up for him. With one big thrust I had taken Jim's dick completely inside me, I whimpered a little at the feel.

We both stopped and stared at each other, "You okay sis?"

"Yeah," I said, "I just wasn't expectin that."

"You need me to take it out?"

"No. Oh no, you keep that shaft of yours right where it is."

"Is it okay if I move it around a bit?"

"You do what you need," I told him.

Jim started slowly moving his pecker in and out of me. At first I would just moan a little, a whimper like I did before. Then he started moving that man of his as fast as he could get it to go. I couldn't help myself but to scream with delight each time he moved it out and back in. It felt like a million years that we lay together like that, but I know it wasn't. I dare say I doubt it was actually even a minute.

Jim kept moving that thing in and out as quick as a fox. Suddenly he just stopped. "What's wrong," I asked?

"Just hold on one second," he said. It was then that he became stiff as a board and I could feel his cock get pushed deep into me. Suddenly i could feel it beating like a heart. At the same time it felt like he was tickling the insides of my womb. It didn't take too long before he relaxed. I could feel a warmth in my womanhood. A deep liquid trying to make its way out.

Jim pulled his pecker from me and stood up. That thing was pointing in nearly the complete opposite direction that it was before. It wasn't standing straight up anymore but was nearly pointing at the ground. As he stood above me some of our juices fell off of him and landed on my stomach. "That's why a lady ain't supposed to wear britches," he said. "It gets us men folk all excited."

Jim got himself dressed as I lay there watching him. "Well," he said, "you had better get some clothes on. We have one more stall to muck and the boys should be gettin back soon."

I stood and put on my underpants and slit my corset back up to my chest. I tied it back up and stood there before my own brother. "Would you have done this if I was wearin a dress I asked?"

"I don't know, why?"

"I just wear a dress every day and you don't get all excited about it. I put on some britches and you just go crazy, crazy enough to sin with me."

I picked up his shirt and trousers that I was wearing and headed to the barn door in my undergarments. "Maybe you are just like Papa, maybe you wanted me to be a boy too."

Jim laughed, "Boys don't have what you have," he said.

After hearing that I stormed off into the house, not worried about how decent I looked. I put his clothes into the laundry and put my dress back on. I went and lay on my bed and cried. I was sad I was no longer a little girl. I was also happy, that I had become a woman. The thing that really got to me was that my own brother made me a woman. Once I composed myself I started on dinner for the family. The boys would be hungry. I was hungry after all that work, especially after working Jim's shaft for him. I could only imagine how hungry Jim would be.

The boys arrived home and came inside to wash up. "Where is Jim," I asked?

"He said somethin about not bein able to look at you," my youngest brother said as he ran off to the washroom.

A few moments later I heard the wagon just outside. The unmistakeable sound of my daddy's voice thundered to the horses. Minutes later Mama walked inside, "It sure smells like you made a healthy dinner, Annie." I couldn't help but start crying. "Why whats wrong with you today," Mama asked?

"Those boys sure do work hard Mama," I said. "I just feel like I should do more for them."

Papa had gotten the horses taken off the wagon hitch when he came through the door. "You and Jim did a fine job on those stalls," he said. "Just like I told ya, if you take charge Jim will follow."

"Where is Jim," I asked?

"He is puttin those horses away for the night and then he'll be in," Papa said. "Why? Did you need him to do somethin for you?"

I had sinned with Jim earlier and I couldn't stop thinking about it. "No," I told Papa. "I don't need anything from him. I just want to make sure he gets enough to eat."

Jim came in the door right as we sat down for dinner. I could tell he was tryin to avoid lookin at me. We waited for him to wash up before we ate. Papa said grace and we all dug in. I could see Jim was more hungry than usual. Papa laughed at his appetite. "It looks like you made Jim work for his dinner tonight," he chuckled. "Maybe you should go help him muck the stalls every month and I can go into town with Mama."

"I don't mind muckin stalls," I replied. I then looked over at Jim as if it were him I was talking to. "I just don't like muckin stalls in my dress." I looked back over at Papa and Mama, "Maybe we can talk about gettin me some britches to wear while I help out so I don't have to worry about gettin my dress all dirty."

Mama looked at me with an understanding eye. Papa looked at me with disappointment, "Yeah," Papa said, "We would have to talk about that, and about why lady's should only wear dresses."

"I know why ladies should wear dresses," I said. "I understand you men folk have a HARD time with ladies in trousers." My comments nearly got Mama and Papa to both choke on their food.

"Is there somethin we need to know," Mama asked?

"The only thing you need to know is that Jim worked HARD today," I said as I emphasized hard one more time. "I have no problem pitchin in a helpin hand. Just think about lettin me wear some britches on the dirty jobs so I can keep my dress all pretty. Besides, bein that there ain't no one else around for miles I don't think it will matter much. And it ain't like Jim would care that I was wearin britches while shovelin that horse manure."

I didn't much care what Papa said. I was stayin home next month to muck those stalls and I planned on wearin britches. Even if it was just so Jim could show me why ladies don't wear em. He was a strong man who I fancied to muck my own stall.