xxx-The Farmer’s Daughter…And Her Brother XXX

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By Lauren McAllister

I was journeying back, through majestic hills, verdant valleys and fairy-tale villages to my sadistically dreary homestead. It had been six un-dreary months since I’d seen my mother and brother. My first year of college had been an amazing experience. Getting away from my mom, who can be quite a pill at times, and our desolate farm had changed my world view entirely. Mostly, to a much cheerier one.
She had become increasingly anti-men and anti-fun since my father had run away with a woman who was capable of smiling.

When my sweet little Johnny picked me up at the station, he seemed different. Was that aftershave I smelled? The world was definitely marching on. He didn’t even have his license when I left to make my mark in higher academe and now he was driving around reeking of Old Spice. At the ripe old age of 17, Johnny was maturing into a pretty hunky looking guy. The ladies were going to eat him for dinner (and visa versa if he was lucky), once he got to a big city. That is if he got to go to a college where they allowed ladies. My dear mother packed me away to an all-girls institution on the East Coast and the closest I’d come to a penis was snacking on a hot dog at the weekly softball game. “Prude” didn’t begin to describe her attitude towards acts of an intimate nature. Since dad hightailed it for younger, smilier pastures, my social calendar on the farm had been blanker than Sarah Palin’s IQ test. My sex life, when I was going to high school, consisted of watching the goats and pigs fuck each spring (Not each other, of course. Ours was a respectable barnyard.). I used to wank myself senseless as they snorted and baa-ed their way to bestial ecstasy. It did worry me that I might be transmogrifying into some sort of deranged horse-molesting pervert or get caught one day orally pleasuring the family dog, but luckily I’ve remained exclusively sexually attracted to humans.

“How’s mom?” I queried as we drove through our rickety gate and down the long dusty drive.

“Oh, she’s good. Real good,” Johnny answered unenthusiastically.

My first glimpse of her was a little startling. When I hugged her goodbye, she looked like Marjorie Main from those old “Ma and Pa Kettle” films. Those movies were the height of entertainment around our house because they A: were about farms and B: were good, clean, wholesome fun. Mom had lost quite a bit of weight but she still dressed like impoverished Quaker.

Her personality also hadn’t changed one iota. Our evening meal was as dour and deafeningly quiet as I remembered them but the menu had been altered. We used to eat meals that would choke the Kardashian sisters. Big helpings of low quality beef and enough spuds to make and Irishman sick but this table was laden with salads and fruit and whole wheat bread! Most strange.

When I got up to put my dishes in the sink, my mother was giving me the evil eye. Something was up. “Come over here,” she cawed. “Lift your skirt.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Are you going to do it or should I?”

There is no darker shade of red known to man than the one I blushed at that moment. I maneuvered myself so that Johnny couldn’t see my privates and oh-so-reluctantly raised my hem up above my pelvis.

“Where the hell are your panties? And where the hell is your pubic hair?”

“Mom!”

She angrily grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me across her knee. Up went the back of my skirt and down came the meat of her hand onto my butt cheeks. Crack! Man, that hurt. The hem went up higher.

Whack!

“Mom! Johnny can see my ass.” Whack!

“Everybody can see your ass, isn’t that the point you whore?” Whack!

“And I suppose you’ve been touching yourself while you’ve been away at that school.”

“No!” Huge WHACK! “Okay, yes I have. Stop hitting me so hard.” The truth was I’d also had more than a few of the other girls touch me while I was at college but I thought it best not to bring it up.

“Johnny touches himself, don’t you Johnny?” she bellowed.

Oh, my God, this was getting horrific. My poor brother lowered his head in shame. “Yes, mom.”

“It appears that I’ve raised and the entire family of uncontrollable sex addicts.”

That was a little unfair. I was still a virgin – after and an entire year of college! Still, I remained derriere-illy exposed and bent over her lap so I concluded that it was best not to quibble.

“You, Johnny! Get over here.”

Oh great, now he was going to get an even better eyeful at my naked ass.

“Take your pants down.”

This was quickly becoming some sort of hellish Bates-Motel-like nightmare. My brother didn’t say anything but I could hear his belt buckle rattle as it hit the floor.

“Now, lay on top of your sister.”

What!?

Johnny nervously complied. I could feel his penis resting against my ass as he got clumsily into position. Whack! Now he was receiving “the treatment.” After the first three spanks, his man-monster started to awake. I didn’t blame him. He had it pushed up against my naked (and pretty yummy, if I do say so myself) cheeks and every time she whapped him, it caused a certain back-and-forth motion, that only made matters worse. A couple more hand-paddles and he was fully erect. I’d never even seen a man’s doowanger in person before and now I had a major muff-stuffer filling up my butt crack. Despite having all of Johnny’s weight on top of me and the awful and humiliating situation, I felt myself getting a more than a little turned on. I opened my legs slightly to allow his member to drop down closer to my entertainment center. Blush! It had to have been a fairly good size because the head of his cock was rubbing across my labia and vaginal opening. As it slid back and forth through a thick layer of pre-orgasmic pussy ooze, I was sorely temped to reach back and guide his fuck stick inside me. This was the closest I’d ever come to having intercourse in my life…and it was with my brother!

After three more flesh ripping smacks his punishment and my unintended incestuous treat was brought to a halt. Or so I thought. When Johnny was finally allowed to get off me, he was sporting a beautiful ten-inch woody. My mother was not amused, nor an admirer.
“How dare you!” she bellowed. “You disgusting little degenerate. I can see in your eyes that you’re just lusting to get back to your room so you can fondle that revolting thing.”

“No,” Johnny said very weakly.

“Well, why wait? Do it here, right now.”

“Mom!” I protested. I thought Johnny was going to pee himself.

“Shut up you harlot.” She turned darkly on my brother. “Show your big sister and me the sordid twisted depravities you get up to the second our backs are turned.”

He just stood there, trembling with fear and embarrassment.

“We’re waiting.” My mother can be a very forceful woman/bitch.

Johnny swallowed hard and timidly put his hand around his swollen penis.

“Well, go on.”

He looked apologetically over at me and started to rub his shaft up and down. For the first minute or so, his heart wasn’t exactly in it. I could have cried; I was so mortified for him. Luckily, it got worse.

“So what do you think about when you’re habitually doing this to yourself? Do you think about women? Naked women?”

Johnny just nodded his head as he continued to obediently stroke that impressive tool. I was totally ashamed that I found it to be so mesmerizing and unbelievably hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way his foreskin appeared and disappeared as he tugged it back and forth.
“Well, let’s help you along with your ‘mission’, shall we.” She turned to me. There was no way this was going to be a good thing. “Pull down your top and show your little brother your breasts.”

“Mom!”

“What’s the big deal, you trollop? You’ve already showed your ass and vagina off to every stranger on the East Coast. Do it!”

I hadn’t even been felt up by a guy and now I was doing this? My lip actually wobbled as I undid my blouse and took off my bra. Johnny, bless him, averted his gaze.

“Look at them!” The Mama de Sade yelled.

My brother’s eyes reluctantly locked onto my tits. I could tell in an instant that they had a major effect on his frame of mind. His penis stroking became more intense and his breathing quickened. I watched his balls bounce around as he pounded away on his rod. And then I looked deep into his eyes as his orgasm started to build. Watching a man perform this act in front of me made the inside of my skull tingle. Yowsa!

“Put it here.” My mother commanded, holding out her up-turned hand.
Johnny’s eyes involuntarily closed and his knees slammed together. I was as wet as a Sea World exhibit as he neared the end of his wank. His hand was a blur by now. The complete and desperate abandonment of self in rabid pursuit of sexual release almost made me want to start masturbating in front of my mom. Suddenly, he let out these gaspy cries and pointed his cock towards my mother. The rush I felt between my legs as the rich creamy goo spurted out of his penis and pooled in her palm was almost overwhelming. After a few more strokes, my brother had finished making his breathless deposit and stepped away from her like she was made out of fire ants.

“You see this?” she barked, holding Johnny’s spunk directly under my nose. “This is all sex is about. Men wanting to put this garbage inside you.”

Well, that was certainly a pleasant first dinner home. That night, I had to sleep in my mother’s bed. She was on the warpath about preventing me from succumbing to the unforgivable sin of self-abuse. Personally, I was dying to succumb…with the emphasis on the cum part. After that performance in the dining room, I was randy right up to the eyeballs. Her bed was rather snug, so there was no way that I could sneak a quick wank in. She would have woken straight up and spanked me within and inch of my life. I was so horny, even that didn’t sound so bad.

In the morning, my Mommy Dreariest laid down the law. She said that we were both sexual reprobates and needed to reform before we contracted horrible diseases and all our hair fell out. Johnny was to be allowed one wank a day, right after dinner, because he was a man and total suppression of his carnal cravings could lead to insanity. I, on the other hand, was a girl and needed no such physical accommodation. From that moment on, our lives were not our own.

We even had to shower together. The three of us! It was incredibly difficult for me getting naked in front of Johnny, even though he’d pretty well seen all I had to offer the night before. We were not allowed to wash any of our naughty parts. Mom alone was allowed to soap them up and rinsed them clean. It was impossible not to become somewhat aroused in that small shower stall (The three of us rubbing up against each other with our soapy skin.). Feeling Johnny’s boner sliding across my stomach as he maneuvered past me was leg-wobblingly sensual. Even my mother’s boobs intermingling with mine was stoking my fun furnace. And having someone put their hand between my legs and slither their fingers into all my nether nooks and crannies? Double yowsa! By the time the hot water stopped, I was half-way to an orgasm. And I wasn’t the only one. While mother was drying us off, I could see Johnny’s erection twitching, it was so engorged. I know how it felt, my clit was screaming for a creaming.

After dessert (usually some kind of pie or tartelette), my brother would jerk-off in front of us each night and fire his jizz into my mother’s palm. I really began to look forward to seeing my brother’s penis and watching him tug one out. And oh, how I envied him those orgasms.
Then it was off to bed with my achingly wet pussy and mom. I’d lay there for hours dreaming about Johnny’s cock. I’d fantasize about how his rock-hard chubby would feel in my mouth and in my cunt. My clitoris was right there, between my legs, but I couldn’t touch it. I knew that if I even got anywhere near my poor little plump bump, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from beating it into a coma.

By the end of the first week, my leg and pelvic muscles ached from being so pumped full of fuck-me blood.

So there I sat one night, with my tits hanging out, watching my brother whack his jack when the phone rang.

“Well, who the hell can that be?” momsie harrumphed. “It better not be some Goddamn salesman.” She sourly turned to my brother, “Keep it going, I’ll be right back.” And then she stormed out of the room to give whomever it was a heaping helping of her venomous temper.

Mom’s heels were barely out the door when I dropped to my knees in front of Johnny and inhaled his delicious-looking cock. Hot-diggity-dog! It felt so unbelievably fantastic having that huge schlong sliding back and forth between my lips. I used my right hand to vigorously message his veiny shaft while my left hand was whapping my soaking wet quim into a souffle. Johnny gently swept the hair out of my eyes as I jammed as much of him as I could fit down my throat. He let out a moan of pure sensual delight. I grunted, with a mouthful of cock, like a rutting walrus. Then he reached down and grabbed a hold of my tits. Yes! Oh yes! Feel them puppies up bro! There wasn’t much time but I was determined to suck on his big dangly balls and juggle them with my tongue. And oh, they were glorious! So round and delicate and fuzzy. His pubic hair tickled my nose (all the girls at school shaved at least three times a week). So this was what cock felt and tasted like. I knew instantly that I was going to be giving way, way more head in the near future. My saliva was dripping off his nutsack as I relentlessly forced myself down onto his wang and my vaj was so wet it sounded like someone was whipping up scrambled eggs down there. I momentarily paused all sucking, using Johnny’s wad in my mouth to muffle the moans and squeals from the granddaddy of all climaxes. Mammoth orgasmic spasms shot up my vaginal canal and exploded throughout my torso like 4th of July fireworks. Tears were streaming down my face as the blistering cum waves ripped through my abdomen and wobbled my kneeling legs. It was like all the orgasms I’d recently been denied had been bundled together into one giant clitoral blowout. It was a motherfucker!

I’d only half regained my senses when I restarted the suck-mobile and stepped on the gas. Time was running out and I was determined to taste a load of his spunk. I reached between his legs with my left hand and stuck my cunt-honey-coated finger up his ass. That seemed to set alarm bells off in his balls. His head rocked back and his solar plexus almost folded him in two as big splashes of hot sticky sperm dappled my tongue and dribbled from the roof of my mouth. So that’s what that white gummy liquid tasted like!

Yikes! I heard the phone being slammed down. I quickly returned to my seat and straightened my skirt as old vinegar tits plodded back into the room. Instantly, she knew something was amiss. My mother glanced down at Johnny’s rapidly shrinking organ.

“What’s going on? Who told you to stop?”

“I, ah, finished,” my brother replied nervously.

My mother looked around the room. “If that’s true, then where’s your ‘mess?’”

“Here it is, mom,” I answered, opening up my mouth and showing her the lake of recently acquired jizz I had swirling around my teeth and tongue.

Well, she took one look and fainted. From that moment on, mom pretty much left us alone. Johnny spent the rest of the summer fucking me silly. He stuffed his big one into every hole I had that didn’t have an earring hanging from it. Hey, at least we weren’t (blush) masturbating! I learned so much about the touch, feel and taste of a man and I gave my bro some rock solid advice about what a woman expects when she invites a lucky gentleman to share her mattress.

Next summer I’m going to bring my main squeeze from school home with me and really give my mother something to fret about. Oh my, Trudy is absolutely going to love my brother’s big cock!

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister

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