Synopsis: Willa and her twin brother, Sam, were caught playing "show me yours and I'll show you mine," by their very strict father. Sam was sent into exile, while Willa was married off to a middle-aged widower. Her life was harsh and unloving, but her husband, Mr. Edgers, got her pregnant. Then, unexpectedly, she met her brother. They had beautiful sex, and then they parted.
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Usually, Paul drove Mr. Enders to the station, but he wasn't always available, in which case that chore fell to me. I didn't really mind when the weather was nice, but I hated to make that hour-long trip in the winter because when the dirt road was bare, the wagon bounced jarringly as the wheels crossed the frozen ruts. Otherwise, the horses would have to drag the wagon through heavy snow drifts, and it was awful cold, especially when a north wind was blowing. Joseph was born in the early spring. Mr. Enders was in Winnepeg, and the roads were virtually impassable. Julia tried to help me -- Janice was nowhere to be found -- but neither of us really knew what to do. The agony was so great that I finally pleaded with her to get Paul. He had birthed two calves and a colt, so I thought he would know what to do.
I can't remember much about what happened next. I was just faintly aware through a fog of pain that rippled through my entire being like sheets of lightning, of another person besides Julia moving around my bed. I also remember a man's strangely familiar voice urging me to push harder, and then a sudden searing agony followed by a feeling of emptiness and a baby's cry.
But I quickly recovered sufficiently and was aware of Julia's happy smile as she handed me my warm, blanket-wrapped baby. Little Joseph was a tiny but very active baby, and was born hungry. As I studied the frown on his face, it quickly disappeared as I brought his mouth to my nipple. But the biggest surprise of all was when Sam came into the room!
I'm sure I must have looked as astonished as I felt. How in the world?? Where?? Questions that were still to be answered. For the moment, however, all I could do was sink back into myself, knowing that all was right at last. Julia lifted my baby and I closed my eyes.
Later, Julia told me that when she had asked Paul to come and help me, he had refused, and almost immediately ran away. Desperate, remembering how her mother had died, Julia had harnessed the team and despite the the storm and snow drifts, drove into Virden for help.
Unfortunately (or luckily, as it turned out) old Mrs. Beardsly, who had birthed babies in and around Virden as long as anyone could remember, was attending a woman on a farm several miles away.
As Julia climbed back on the wagon, a young man had stopped her to inquire about me. Julia didn't know Sam, of course, but when he introduced himself, she told him about the trouble I was in. He insisted on returning to our farm with her. Julia was in too much of a hurry to argue.
That's how Sam came back into my life. Of course, there was hell to pay when Mr. Enders returned to the farm a few months later and found Sam living in Paul's corner of the barn, but there wasn't much he could do about it because Paul was gone and the sheriff had no replacement. When Mr. Enders realized that Sam was willing to work for little more than room and board, he left the outside chores to Sam and industriously set himself to the task of "settling" me before returning to Winnepeg. Almost every night for two solid weeks, Mr. Enders applied himself to my weary cooze.
What he didn't know, of course, was that Sam had overcome his fear of everlasting damnation. Three months after Joseph was born, I found myself daydreaming with increasing intensity about that wonderful hour we had spent together by that little stream near Virden nearly a year earlier, and especially that momentary weakness when I had wanted to taste his beautiful cock.
Unaccountably, whenever those thoughts entered my mind, I would begin to feel an moist, aching emptiness deep inside, and my breasts would begin to tingle so badly that I would even awaken little Joseph sometimes and bring his hungry mouth to my nipple to quiet the awful need I felt. Finally, however, even little Joseph's demanding mouth could no longer quell the fire that raged within me.
One Sunday morning, while we were at breakfast, when just his mere presence caused the tingling and aching to become almost unbearable, I boldly asked Sam if he could spare the time from his chores to take me and my baby for a picnic. "I just need to get out of the house for a while," I explained. As he turned, leveling his eyes on me, and smiled, I actually felt a sudden faintness, and wondered for a moment if the warm moisture between my thighs meant that my "course" had again begun to flow! Fearing that blood would stain my dress, I had actually excused myself and gone to the outhouse to investigate! There was no blood.
Three hours later, I packed a picnic lunch while Sam harnessed the team. Then, after bundling little Joseph in his blanket, We three climbed into the wagon and drove out to he woodlot, where we stopped in front of a small stream. I held Joseph while Sam spread a blanket on the ground and placed the picnic basket in the center of it. Then I sat and began to unlace my bodice so I could feed Joseph who was beginning to fuss.
I had not consciously intended to expose myself to Sam, but neither did I turn away when he sat facing me on the other side of the basket. Instead, I made no attempt to conceal my full breast as I offered my nipple to Joseph. His greedy little mouth pulling on my nipple and Sam's openly admiring gaze were both causing that familiar dampness between my thighs, and when Sam said, "Do you remember the vegetable stand?" the dampness became a flood, and I found I was nearly sick from that familiar, but much stronger ache in my belly.
"If you only knew how many times I've thought about it," I said softly, "And other things, too!"
"Me, too," Sam said. He crawled around the basket and sat next to me. "You still have that effect on me, Willy. Look."