39 comments/ 362287 views/ 126 favorites Summer on the Farm By: woody_strokem Valerie led the way across the pasture to the broken fence. The grass was still wet from the morning dew, and it soaked through my leather work boots. There was a nip in the air, and a thin mist hung over the meadow. When we reached the fence, we started work immediately. It was the kind of work I loved, where I could see the result of labors at the end of the day. We worked all day repairing the fence. I cut long beams into posts and laid them beside the rotted posts that needed replacing. The previous day, one of the staff had dug new holes directly next to the existing post, so all I needed to do was cut the bad one off at its base. Valerie followed behind, planting the new posts and running barbed wire between them. We broke briefly for lunch, and then continued till almost six. Exhausted, we gathered our tools and began the long walk back to the farmhouse. We mingled very little with the other staff, aside from meeting with the foreman on Monday mornings to discuss the week's projects. When the staff left at the end of the day, we had the farmhouse to ourselves—an arrangement we both found to our liking. Valerie and I were at each other's side literally night and day. Her bedroom had become an office when she went off to college, so a twin bed had been set up next to my own in the expansive room I occupied in our converted attic. I didn't really mind—the room spanned the entire attic, so there was plenty of room for both of us. It had a bathroom with a shower, so it was like having little apartment all to ourselves. A hot supper awaited us, left in the warming oven by our cook Emma just before she quit for the day. We ate our meal, and then Valerie went up to our room in the attic to shower while I used the downstairs bathroom. After washing up, we met again in the living room and watched TV for a little while. But by nine thirty we were both starting to nod off, so we went up to the attic and crashed, falling asleep almost instantly. Such was a typical day of life on the farm. Summer on the Farm Before she knew what hit her, my hands were at her sides, tickling her mercilessly below the ribs. "No, please! Stop!" she screamed through fits of giggles. "I give up! I give up!" Each time she tried to swipe my hand away, I shifted it up or down. When I felt she had suffered enough, I stopped. I remained kneeling between her legs with my hands on her knees as she calmed down. Tears were streaming down her face and her chest was heaving as she tried to recover her breath. "You're cruel," she said, peering at me through the slits of her half-closed eyes. She laid back and closed her eyes. I remained kneeling between her legs, caressing her knees softly. "Mmmmn," she sighed, relaxing her legs and letting them fall open, which presented me with a marvelous view of her panty-clad crotch. I suddenly became aware of my nakedness, and in seconds I was completely hard. Valerie's eyes were closed, and she had a contented smile on her face as I continued to massage her. From the way I was positioned between her spread legs, I had the easiest access to the insides of her thighs. I wanted more than anything to slide my hands down to her crotch and straight into her panties, but I confined myself to the area just below her knees. Focusing on one leg at a time, I tried to emulate the technique she had used on me. "You're good at that," she cooed, letting her legs fall open even further, which caused my hands to slide several inches closer to her crotch. I worked both legs simultaneously now, pressing firmly with my thumbs and making small circular motions. "Hhhnnn," she moaned, arching her back and sighing with pleasure. She scooted her butt closer to me, putting her hands under her knees and pulling her legs back. My throbbing cock now hovered inches from her crotch, and the impulse to make contact with her visibly damp panties was overwhelming. I grasped her hips and pulled her onto my lap. Rather than resist as I had expected, Valerie extended her arms to the headboard, using it for leverage to push her body into mine. "Uhhnnn," she sighed, turning her head to the side and squeezing her eyes shut. I swam my hands down her legs, swiping them over the hot mound of her crotch and up to her stomach. She arched her back as I slid them under her tee shirt, and moaned as my fingers grazed the bottoms of her breasts. I withdrew my hands and pushed her tee shirt up as far as I could until her breasts were exposed. She sat up and let me push it over her head and remove it completely. She shifted her weight forward and straddled me, pressing her hot pussy against my cock and sandwiching it between our tummies. I lifted her off me for a moment so I could straighten my legs, and then leaned back on my elbows. "John, why are you taking my clothes off?" she said innocently, putting her hands on my chest and pressing me down into a lying position. I grabbed her waist and thrust my hips upwards, grinding my cock against her vagina until it poked up obscenely between her legs. She let out a gleeful laugh. It was past nine o'clock now and the sun had gone down, but the bedside lamp provided a warm light that shone in Valerie's hair and gave her skin an amber glow. She shifted back on my legs slightly and stared fixedly at my cock. She ran her fingers lightly over my hips to my belly and back, drawing closer and closer to my penis. I gasped when her fingers slid down the inside of my thigh and brushed against my balls. She smiled with delight when my cock twitched in reaction. She slid forward again until my cock was between her legs, nestled in the damp folds labia. And then, sending a shock of intense pleasure through my entire body, she grasped my cock and pressed it firmly against her. "Uhhnnnn," I moaned as she rubbed the palm of her hand against my glans. Lubricated with the slick liquid that oozed from its tip, my cock slid easily over the smooth skin of her belly. I pushed her back and spread my legs, causing her to slide through them and roll onto her back. She rested her feet on my shoulders as I ran my hands down her thighs and tentatively placed them on the waistband of her panties. She narrowed her eyes and gave me a devilish grin as I tugged at them, but then lifted her hips and let me slide them off. "Why am I letting you undress me?" she repeated demurely. She straddled me again, reaching behind her head to remove the tie from her hair. She shook out her pony tail and let her flaxen locks settle on her shoulders. While her hands were occupied, I placed mine on her breasts. They were soft and full and perfect. Her nipples stiffened as I massaged them with my thumbs. "Did you like what we did last night?" she asked, resting back on my thighs and arching her back erotically so that her erect nipples pointed seductively upward and outward. She teased the base of my cock with her slick vagina, applying gentle pressure by gyrating her hips slowly back and forth. "Yeah," I said in a hoarse whisper. Being able to see Valerie's perfect body hovering over mine, and her erotic movements and beautiful face with its flushed cheeks and sultry expression, made the experience ten times more thrilling than the previous night's activities in the dark. "You made me come last night, you know," she said, increasing the movement of her hips. She shifted her feet forward and planted her heels under my arms. Resting her hands on my thighs, she lifted her hips and began pleasuring my cock with exhilarating finesse, simultaneously presenting me an unobstructed view of her vagina. "I'm so wet," she said, following my gaze down to her pussy sliding up and down my erection. She closed her eyes and continued her movements, clearly enjoying it as much as I was. "I'm glad you like messing around," she smiled, pausing for a moment. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and held it, grinning as it pulsated in her grip. I smiled in agreement, feeling like I knew exactly what she meant. Whatever it was we were doing wasn't like being with a girlfriend—the fact that we were siblings ruled out the possibility of any sort of commitment. But we were both incredibly horny and intensely attracted to each other. Somehow circumstance had led us here, with our firm naked bodies pressed together, seeking satisfaction together. When she gave my cock a gentle squeeze, my entire body stiffened and I whimpered in pleasure. "You're just so horny, aren't you little brother?" she said in a raspy voice, giving my cock another squeeze. "Hhnnnn," I moaned. "You want me to make you come?" she asked, sliding her hand slowly up my shaft and thumbing the bead of moisture that oozed from the tip. "Yeah," I croaked, reflexively thrusting my hips into her palm. "Are you sure," she teased, sliding her hand off my cock and rubbing my belly. As I gazed imploringly up at her, she slid her free hand between her legs and over her vagina. The musky aroma of her sex hit my nostrils, fueling my arousal. I watched my sister masturbate. The movement of her hand was barely detectable as she stimulated her clitoris with rapid circular motions of her middle finger. Her quick, shallow breaths were punctuated with muffled squeaks of delight. When she appeared on the verge of orgasm, she withdrew her hand and slid forward, grasping my cock and pressing it to her cunt. "Ooohhhhh, I'm cummming, I'm cuhh--," she whined, grinding her soaked pussy forcefully against my shaft. When she slid her hand up to the head of my cock, it was all I could take. We climaxed together. Valerie squealed in delight as thick ropes of semen shot from my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and jacked it expertly in time with the spasms of my ejaculation, giving me the most satisfying orgasm I had ever experienced. When our bodies stopped shuddering, Valerie released my cock and collapsed at my side. We lay in silence for several minutes, grinning stupidly at the ceiling. Suddenly, Valerie got up from the bed and grabbed the box of tissues. "I'll go put the laundry in the dryer," she said, handing the box to me, and then reaching for her shirt. "Why are you getting dressed?" I asked, "We're all alone." She pulled her shirt and, and then stepped into her panties. "I don't know," she said with a sly grin as she strode to the stairs, "maybe I want to be undressed again." As I cleaned myself off and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, her words echoed in my head. When I heard the dryer start and the sound of her feet padding back up the stairs, I hurried back to my bed and darted under the sheets. For some reason, I didn't want Valerie to notice how quickly my arousal had returned. Valerie smiled at me as she sat down on her bed. "John, can I make a confession?" she said timidly. "Sure," I said. "Okay, but you have to promise you won't get mad." "Oh great, did you scratch one of my CD's or something?" "No," she laughed, "it's nothing like that." "Alright, I promise I won't get mad." "Okay, well, here goes. I watched you masturbate once." I sat up and looked at her in shock. "What?! Where? When?" I cried. "It was a long time ago," she said, "you were like fourteen or fifteen. It was the summer before I went to college." My mind raced back to that summer. It was shortly after I had reached puberty, probably one of the horniest times of my life. I must have jacked off at least three or four times a day. I stared at her mutely, waiting for her to continue. "It was in the hayloft, one night after supper. Dad asked me to get something for me, I can't remember what...." Her voice trailed off as she tried to gage my reaction. I had sought the privacy of the hayloft more times than I could remember to masturbate. I usually made some excuse to go out to the barn just after supper. "I was at the top of the ladder and suddenly I could see you sitting on a hay bale. Your shorts were around your ankles and you weren't wearing a shirt, so it looked like you were completely naked." "Oh man," I groaned, burying my face in my hands. Despite my embarrassment, however, my cock was twitching with excitement beneath the sheets. "It was around the time you hit that growth spurt and your voice changed," she said, "and I remember noticing how muscular you looked. What happened to my little brother? I thought." She paused, as if unsure whether to continue. "Then what?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity. "I went back down the ladder," she said. "Right away?" "Yes. But...," she began. "But what?" "Well, let's just say I got a pretty good look at you. I could see your penis pretty clearly; I could see your pubic hair and your balls, and, well, everything. And I was really surprised how...big you were. It wasn't a little boy's penis; it was a man's penis." Hearing her repeat the word was turning me on. I was beginning to forget my humiliation. "Anyway, I couldn't stop thinking about it. The rest of that week, I was all nervous and shy around you, because I knew you were becoming a man." "So one night the next week, I decided to spy on you." "What?" I said, my alarm returning. "John, you promised not to be mad," she said. I rolled my eyes at her, and then told her to continue. "After supper I told everyone I was going for a walk, and then I ran up to the hayloft and hid behind the stack of hay bales opposite from where I'd seen you the night before. When you showed up ten minutes later, I could see you perfectly." "You sat in silence for a minute, probably waiting to make sure no one was coming, then took your shirt off and put it on the bale to sit on. I remember that when you pulled your shorts off, you were already erect." "Geez, Valerie," I groaned in embarrassment. "I had no idea how guys got off, so it was really fascinating to me. But at the same time, it turned me on." "Really?" I croaked, feeling another twitch beneath the sheets. "Yeah," she said, her cheeks flushing. "It only took a few minutes before your whole body got really stiff and you squeezed your eyes shut. When you ejaculated, I couldn't believe how much—how much come there was." I was startled at her memory of this detail. "Anyway, I ducked behind the hay bale and waited for you to clean up, then snuck out after you." "I felt really guilty about invading your privacy, so I never spied on you again. But I did think about it a lot." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I don't know," she said shyly, "had fantasies, I guess." My cock spasmed several times as I considered this. "John? Do you think we're the only brother and sister who have ever fooled around?" "Huh?" I said, snapping out of my reverie. "Do you think it's normal that we fool around?" "I don't know. I suppose so," I ventured. We were silent for a moment as we pondered the question. "I mean, I know you're my sister and all, but I don't really think about you like I used to," I said. "What do you mean?" "Well, before you went to college, you seemed so much older than me—practically an adult, or maybe a hot baby-sitter." "Ha!" "But now that you're back, you don't seem all that much older. You're more like a friend." She smiled in agreement, getting up and walking toward the bathroom. Summer on the Farm She reached between her legs and pressed my cock firmly to her pussy. "Mmmmnnn—you're so hard." I felt like I was about to blow my load, so I withdrew my cock and sat back on my heels. Grasping her hips and pressing my forehead to her back, I realized that I wanted nothing more in the world than to fuck my sister. "Come here," I said, standing up and extending my hand to her. When she rose and stood before me, I surprised her by wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground. "Aaiii! John! What are you doing?!" she screamed, wrapping her legs reflexively around my waist. I carried her across the pinewood floor to her bed. Marveling at how light she felt in my arms, I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her over my head. "Johhhhnnn!" she screamed. I threw her down on the bed, and then leapt on top of her, landing between her spread legs. "John!" she squealed, "What are you doing?!" I grasped her wrists and held them over her head, then started kissing her neck. I worked my way down to her breasts and sucked on her stiff nipples. "Mmmnnnnn," she breathed, arching her back and wrapping her legs around me, "are you gonna fuck me? Huh? Are you gonna fuck me?" She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me off. "Huh? Are you gonna fuck your big sis--," Before she could finish, I pressed my lips to hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. "Mmmmmnnnn" she groaned, accepting my kiss, weaving her own tongue with mine. We mashed our mouths together until our lips were sore. Then Valerie put her hands on my chest and pushed me up. "Why do you make me so horny?" she asked. She reached down and cupped my balls, teasing my throbbing cock with the base of her hand. We both gazed down as she grasped my cock and guided it to the entrance of her vagina, rubbing the tip up and down her slippery vulva. She let go, then put her hands under her knees and pulled her legs up and apart. "Fuck me," she whispered. The words had scarcely left her lips before I was inside her. Her tight pussy enveloped my cock, delivering exquisite pleasure as it yielded and conformed to every ridge and vein. "Huhnnnnn, Johhnn," Valerie moaned. She grasped my hips and guided my movements as she got used to my size. I withdrew my cock until only the head was inside her, and then entered her again, my lubricated shaft meeting less resistance. She let go of my hips and put her hands under her knees again, spreading her legs wide in complete surrender. "MMMmmmmnn, yesss! Oooh Johhn, fuck me!" Our eyes were glued to the vision of my cock sliding in and out of her cunt as I fucked her. "Hhhnn—you feel so good inside my pussy," she groaned, grasping my ass and pulling me into her. Her dirty talk was an enormous turn-on. I slowed my movements to hold off climax, but Valerie compensated by thrusting her hips into me, fucking my cock with her drenched cunt. "Oh God, Val! Val—I'm gonna come, I'm gonna--, Our gazes met, and she smiled at me—such a lovely smile that spoke all at once of wonder and delight and love. Every muscle in my body tightened as I ejaculated, releasing my seed inside my sister. My orgasm slowly faded, and I collapsed at Valerie's side, utterly drained. I put my arm around her and she snuggled close to me, nuzzling my neck. There we lay until late into the night, basking in the blissful afterglow, caressing each other, and chuckling softly at our naughtiness.