Farm Tales

What is life? I asked myself that very question every day. From the time the cock cries, I’m always heading out to do my meaningless chores every day in my meaningless life. Nothing in my current life has given me any motivation to live much further except for the boy next door. Well, the boy my father hired to do the vigorous labor around the farm.

 

 

He was the spark that gave me a desire to actually wake up this morning putting on my Step-Mom’s old dried-out makeup and may be wear my church overalls if my duties today is house work fit for a lady. His name is Fredrick. Fredrick Aaron McConnell. A lad from Ireland that made his acquaintance with my father when he went to deliver a large case of his finest freshest heavy cream across the border. And hallelujah, I am glad that order was placed for our farm. He’s the light of my day.

 

 

Every afternoon I’d pour him a glass of orange juice I squeezed this morning and make him some deviled eggs for him to snack on as he takes break. I make sure my lovely red hair is curled and ready and I have no sand in my eyes from my late-morning nap. When he leaves at 6, I stay up writing in my diary of all the nasty things I’d do with him until my imagination cannot compete against my sensitive vagina, leaving me exhausted enough to fall asleep soundly.

 

 

Before he came to work on the farm, I was almost at the brink of death when I took a shot of my father’s moonshine hidden in the barn behind the old hay. The liquor burned in my mouth as it left my tongue and down esophagus. My Step-brother Wilson, a year older than me found me and carried me up to his room, as so we promised to help each other out in tough situations.

 

 

Him with his pornographic magazines and DVDs and I with my premature drinking problems. I guess you can say we get along better than other step-siblings. More or so, we just have dirt on each enough to keep the other on their toes. No matter, if I am ever caught, I don’t mind slipping a bit of words here to put the blame on him as well. After all, I am the youngest and my step-mother trusts me more than she trusts her flesh and blood.

 

 

About seven months since he’s arrived in my own den, he left work as usual around 6 PM. Instead of walking down the road to the border, left with a truck and which seems to be a blonde man in the driver’s seat. Older and bit heavier than me in the bustier area. He approached him and planted a kiss on his lips, unaware I was watching him from my bedroom window.

 

 

They drove off the road soon after leaving my heart broken from the sight I’ve seen. I didn’t expect a pretty man like him to be man-lover. Which explains why he hasn’t taken a peek at me when I’m bending over in front him countless times. I’m stupid and I even got to laugh somehow just from it.

 

 

And so, I went out my room and headed to the back of the barn where the stash was hidden from my step-mother. Poured easy straight, I swallowed the alcohol in tears, both trying to resist the pain that fell beneath my heart and throat. I only tried to see which was worse. It’s been awhile since I had this drink. It seems much stronger than the last time I’ve had some.

 

 

I was found drunk on the hay and snoring the next day. Wilson came out to bring out the tracker to collect some more hay until he tripped over my leg. He pulled my leg to get me out from under the hay. He did and found myself with my shirt undone and my PJs below my waist. He quickly gasp and turned a very rouge color from head down.

 

 

I was moaning some stuff while I was wasted like, “Touch me, Touch me.” So what Wilson told me another day. And he did, he slipped his hand under my shirt and groped my breasts for the first time. He stayed there for a good three minutes laying his big warm hands on my small breasts. My petite figure turned him on and I was unaware of this while I was out.

 

 

“Wilson, WILSON where are you boy?” My father walked in the barn yelling so early in the morning. He cover my mouth with his hand to quiet the mumbles coming out my mouth. “Wilson, WILSON! -Darn, did that boy oversleep? The cock was screaming loudly this morning. I better check if this boy is even diving in breakfast before me.”

 

 

My father left running to the kitchen a mile from the barnyard. And Wilson grabbed his crotch to hold it from poking his overalls. “Dammit Lucy, why did you have to come out here looking like this?” he whispered to me. “No matter how many times I’ve done this, never have you come out looking like such doll or girl from the videos.” He growls. “Do I even do this? This bad boy won’t calm down if it doesn’t get a smack ‘round the old Johnson.” He pondered.

 

 

I twisted my body to get a bit more comfortable and a button flew open as I did. “Guessing your pajamas are too small for you now.” he chuckled. He removed his overalls and smashed his big cock underneath my pink panties, into my petite vagina. To get a feel of how I felt, he just dipped the tip and sighed a bit almost releasing some fluids before starting.

 

 

He removed the tip and brought his index finger and shoved it inside my pussy to taste it with his massive tongue. “Aw, its perfection and heavenly.” He sighed. And so he lowered himself and commenced licking my insides like it was his last supper. I felt the sensation before me which arose me from my drunken state. I smacked him and pushed him over with all my might. He fell over on his back and I sat on his face.

 

 

I wanted more from this unknown feelings, and Wilson went with it without stopping me. I moaned loudly and rubbed my pelvis on his face to develop a greater momentum for me and his tongue. He picked me up when he was out of breath and placed me on my backside. Then, she playfully inserted his penis inside me. With each stroke driving me more and more insane and progressively making me want to scream.

 

 

I grabbed his dick and shoved in fully because I was tired of getting played for. And so, he contently came in my vagina without any retraction. He let out a loud groan and tapped his dick against my vagina like it was an ashtray.

 

 

I woke up suddenly half awake and covered in cum. I glared at him and smacked him. “What the hell did you do? W-why, why didn’t you stop how dare you take advantage of me at my weakest state?” I shouted.

 

 

“I think you are to blame, Lucy. After all I did find you half naked behind here covered in hay. As a man, I couldn’t help myself and I’m not be shameful since you are not really my blood sister.” Wilson spoke. “I don’t want to bare your child, you idiot. Go get me a pill from town and hurry now. Father will be here any minute to milk the cows for the day.” I yelled at him.

 

 

He twisted my nipple and I shrieked with delight. “You kind of like this don’t you? The pain. Haha, yeah no. We’re keeping the child and we’re leaving this barn later if it’s so your stomach grows large.” Wilson grinned. “Sure it will get big you imbecile. Get me the damn thing right now.” I remained insistent that this bozo get me the pill and so I won’t need to deal with motherhood.

 

 

I wasn’t mentally prepared to be a mother, nor do I want to start doing. The bastard never went and I was stuck in this damn farm that I couldn’t do anything but ask Fredrick. The man who I saw kiss another. And so, I had to find the courage to speak to him about my little incident without freaking him out. Or should I just avoid saying it?

 

 

I’m not sure but I do need a ride into town and asking my Dad to lend me the truck already makes it suspicious of me, since I don’t usually go into the town, nor I’m actually allowed to. As months passed, my stomach fatten with the bundle of joy that I am supposed to now take care of for the rest of my life and Wilson already had all belongings done to get us out of the family farm.

 

 

I couldn’t believe this guy was actually serious and I just think he’s retarded. I don’t want to even be part of this life, but I’m now stuck as the mother of my step-brother’s son. I guess in a way it wasn’t sinful, but we are siblings of another parent. I can’t leave from this nightmare.