His is the story of a rejected, just twenty-year-old boy and an overweight, in her view, nineteen-year-old girl meeting in a noisy nightclub, both feeling the world of love and happiness had no place for them. They meet in desperation, vowing not to get too emotionally involved ever again but to just have fun with sex, exploring its possibilities and deviations. The result has created a very open sexual life, which expanded to include old and new friends. They even sustain their own emotional relationship between themselves, built on consent, trust and honesty.
They centre their adult world in Dave and June's city abode as the couple create a circle of like-minded people, and establish a business around their philosophy of open sex and steady emotional relationships. They sell adult toys online and make their own brand of adult films. Life is great until an aggressive police team hounds them out of their city flat. With the help of a member called Poppy, they secured a lease on a small holding to continue their lifestyle. [Adult World 1-26]
The group moved to a farm property near the village of Burntwood, an hour away from the city. Dave, June, and their group did not go unnoticed in Burntwood. The small village, known for its conservative values, was immediately abuzz with gossip and suspicion. Many residents were wary of the newcomers, their unconventional lifestyle clashing starkly with the town's apparent traditional norms. An idealistic lifestyle went well until their aggressor in the police force in the form of a police constable caused them grief in Burntwood, burning their home down and some local young men gang raped one of their members. [Adult Farm 1-25]
This phase of their story sees the self-made family now trying to rise above their adversity to continue building their new world and perhaps bringing at least some of the community with them.
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Angus Scott had a physical figure that oozed authority. He dressed immaculately as part of the pinstriped suit brigade. His posture was always upright, his movements purposeful and controlled. With a stern gaze and a firm handshake, Angus commanded respect wherever he went. Ate in the best restaurants, drank fine wine and mixed with the high-flying corporate set. Angus constantly saw the world with a different lens than anyone else he saw opportunities to make money. He had an amazing ability to get them into his bedroom before they knew they were being chattered up. The problem he had was once they were there he didn't know what to do next, talking was fine, he was an expert at that. He simply didn't know how to go from talking to action. He wasn't very tactile, and he never wanted to touch his conquests, as he was afraid of being rejected. He was great with the patter and banter, but when it came to how do I get to have sex with this lady, he had no clue of how to get there. If the lady made the first move then fine, but if he was expected to, then he had a real problem. He did how to lose, he was exceedingly uncomfortable being anything but successful, so if he was to attempt a kiss and he was turned do that would completely shatter him. He simply had no way of negotiating his way around these sensitive emotional issue.
He knew he was ruthless in business, but rubbish with the intimate side of being with woman, He had a flaw, he could easily get to the bedroom but he had difficulty in a normal relationship, he didn't know how to small talk, just the normal socialisation was a mystery to him. He constantly regarded himself as unworthy in his personal interactions with people outside of his business career. How he ended up married with a child sometimes beat him, Jenny had just taken him in hand and guided him through. He had a better sex life than this issue would indicate, he found that the young ladies he employed to be his secretary would more than often do as they were told. They were often itching to fuck the boss, they saw it to move forward in their career. It became his method of sex even after his marriage to Jenny.
His dominant father ruled with an iron fist regarding his miserable son as a failure. Angus's dominant father had instilled a deep sense of inadequacy within him, leaving him feeling unworthy and like a failure in his personal interactions. Despite his success in the business world, Angus carried the weight of his father's expectations and judgement, which continued to shape his perception of himself throughout his life. He didn't play rugby and couldn't play any ball sports. He was a failure as a son. It didn't help that he liked to be well dressed and manicured. He got stick from his old man and the other boys but the ladies seemed to like him and from an early age he became popular with them Women's attention came from young and particularly older women. They would touch his crotch and laugh and apologise. He didn't know how to respond to this and saw it as a form of bulling from the girls. It never occurred to him to take this attraction any further. He went to boys only high school where, as a teen he had little female contact. His sister, four years his senior would mock his lack of physical attributes as he was a skinny hairless lad. Angus's sister's mocking had a lasting impact on his self-esteem among women. It contributed to his deep-seated belief that he was physically inadequate to pleasure women, leading to a constant need for validation and attention from women. This insecurity fuelled his desire for success and admiration in his business career, as he sought to compensate for his perceived shortcomings. It wasn't until one evening when she came home somewhat drunk and sat on the edge of his bed, sliding her hand inside the covers, and found a very rigid cock. He had been playing with it, something he did every night to make himself tired enough to sleep, with no sexual interaction with the ladies this is where he built his dreams, his fantasies of sexual greatness.
"Whoa, my little brother's got a big stiff boner. You've been fantasising about fucking your sexy big sister, little brother. Oh, my this is more generous than I imagined. "
Angus could feel the sheets pull tighter around him, a shiver of anticipation running through his body as her head disappeared beneath the fabric. The covers moved in gentle waves, matching the rhythm of her breath and touch, a teasing warmth spreading. He closed his eyes, absorbing the sensation of soft lips gliding over him, slow at first, each stroke pushing the foreskin back and covering his thickness in a slippery, wet embrace. She knew exactly how to work him, her movements deliberate and practised. It was a curiously intimate moment, the closeness magnified by the darkness and the sound of her breathing against his skin. This was the first time they had crossed these lines, it would not be the last, there was something uniquely tender--and incredibly arousing--about feeling his sister attend to him this way, hidden under the sheets. The tempo increased as she bobbed faster, her mouth taken over by urgency. A low groan escaped his throat, his hips rising to meet her motions as she expertly drove him closer.
Outside it started to hammer down with rain disguising the noise of his pleasure moans. His sister suddenly stopped and moved her backside over his face as she hitched up her inadequate skirt and pushed the string on her thong aside.
"Get your tongue action going, baby brother. Lick that dirty little girl of mine. She craves a little action." Morag returned to engage his dick with her mouth.
"Don't cum, little brother I want this weapon inside of me." She shifted off his face and sat on his penis, turning her body around to face him. Simultaneously, she removed her crop top, and released her breasts from her black lacy bra.
Angus reached for a breast in each hand grabbing them tightly he said. "Oh, shit this is weird and awesome, but keep the noise down mum and dad are on the other side of the wall."
"Hey treat those gently you're gripping too tightly, treat them with respect. Have you done this before?" Said Morag.
