This is a work of fiction. This story involves a farm girl losing her virginity to a close relative, so if any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.
My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.
Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
Betty Jo had always lived in a sheltered environment, with two older brothers and a father many people considered to be strict, such that none of the boys in the area would have dared to bother her. She had done okay in high school, and even now that she had graduated, Betty Jo wasn't considered to be the brightest candle in the box. Betty Jo's mother was a very quiet woman who seldom spoke. Mother was content to let her husband make all of the decisions concerning the family, which was exactly why he was with her in the first place. Father didn't want a woman who had a strong will and a mind of her own. Betty Jo thought she took after her mother in these traits, letting others make her decisions for her and just going along with whatever others had told her to do.
Because Betty Jo was so sheltered, and because her mother never spoke unless Father told her to, Betty Jo had minimal knowledge of sex. The local school was a conservative private Christian school, so they certainly hadn't taught her anything about sex.
Of course, Mother had given her "the talk," so she had a basic understanding of how babies were made. Mother had explained that Betty Jo could now have babies, so she shouldn't let boys near her privates until she was ready to have a baby, because they might put a baby inside of her. Mother also taught Betty Jo how to care for her monthly flow (as Mother called it). It all seemed a bit of a bother to Betty Jo, but her mother just told her that it was something that women had to deal with, so she just did what she needed to each month, which mainly meant changing pads and keeping her privates clean.
One afternoon, as was her custom, Betty Jo went to a nearby stream for a bath. This was considered normal, since there was no real bath in the house, a simple metal tub in the kitchen being used instead. This time of year, Betty Jo liked to bathe at the stream because the air temperature was warm in the summer afternoon while the water was cool. This invigorated her, and she enjoyed splashing in the stream. It sure beat taking a bath in a metal tub in the kitchen. The stream was secluded, so Betty Jo had some privacy, which made the stream better than the kitchen.
Betty Jo tended to stand in knee-deep water while she soaped her body. That way, she could reach all parts of her body to ensure that everything was clean. She was standing near the bank of the stream, soaping herself up, when she heard a noise behind her. Not knowing what had caused the noise, she spun around to find John Boy standing at the edge of the stream watching her. "John Boy," she shouted. "You scared me coming up like that."
"Sorry," he replied. I just saw you bathing in the stream, and I wondered if I could come in with you." Truthfully, her older brothers John Boy (19) and Luke (20) weren't much smarter than Betty Jo, but being older than her, she assumed they had more experience and knew things she didn't. One of the things John Boy knew was that he liked looking at her naked body.
Betty Jo thought a moment, not sure if it was okay. After all, Mother had told her that girls shouldn't be alone with boys. Surely, though, that couldn't include John Boy. Besides, he could already see her standing naked in the water, so what harm would there be if he took a bath with her too?. "Okay, John Boy," she said. "But you have to wash and scrub my back if you do."
John Boy smiled and started undressing. "I will scrub you wherever you want," he replied. "You are getting a beautiful body."
"Do you think so?" she asked. "I have always thought of myself as plain."
By now, John Boy was naked and wading over to Betty Jo. "No," he stated. "You aren't plain. You are a very beautiful girl."
Betty Jo noticed that his cock was much larger than she thought, but she handed John Boy the sponge and turned her back toward him. "My back, please. It is so hard to scrub it myself. I'll scrub your back too, if you want it."
"That would be great," he responded as he soaped up the sponge. He started scrubbing her back. His cock was completely stiff by now, and Betty Jo's body was so soft and sexy. He liked how her nipples were sticking out and how there was just a small tuft of hair above her pussy. Looking at her as he softly scrubbed her back was really turning him on, and he just had to try something more with her. When he had thoroughly scrubbed her from her neck to her waist, he decided to see how far she would let him go, and the sponge was soon soaping up her butt and legs. It surprised him when she bent over at the waist and asked him to scrub between her legs.
John Boy was happy to comply, but he soaped up his hand and used it to scrub her between her legs rather than using the sponge. "Oh!" she started. "That feels really good." John Boy told her to move her feet out to give him room, so she spread her feet out a little wider, giving John Boy even more access between her legs. By now, he had come up directly behind her, and he wrapped his free hand around her to massage her breasts. That, too, sent tingles through her body.
"Does this still feel good?" John Boy asked her.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "I've never felt anything better. Is this okay for us to do? Mother told me that I shouldn't let boys touch my privates until I was ready to have a baby."
Of course, it's okay" he replied. "We are family. You are safe with me, and we can do whatever we want."
With that, she leaned back into him a little more. Of course, all of this had John Boy's cock as hard as a rock, and when she leaned back, his cock slid right in between the tops of her thighs. He reached around to rub (and supposedly wash) her pussy from the front, and let his cock slide back and forth between her legs. It wasn't long before John Boy was able to reach down and assist his cock in repeatedly bumping against her vaginal entrance. Of course, Betty Jo felt his cock there. She asked, "Are you going to give me a baby?"
"Not like this," he replied. "My cock isn't inside of you." John Boy's cock sliding across her private parts was making her feel really wonderful, and she didn't want it to ever stop. Besides, she wanted a baby. Soft moans of pleasure came from her, which encouraged John Boy to take it even further. Over and over again, his cockhead bumped into her vaginal entrance, until the tip slid into the entrance and started to come up tight against her hymen over and over again.
She felt an aching sensation each time his cock pressed against her hymen, but his right hand was busy rubbing her clitoris while his left hand tweaked her nipples at the same time. With all of that distraction, she barely noticed the small pinch as his cock slid through her hymen and into her vagina. She loved the sensations she was feeling. She did say, "Ouch," as his cock finally tore through her hymen, but then she followed that with "Ohh..." as his cock slid further into her depths and she felt a sense of fullness.
John Boy bent her over at the waist, so his cock could fully penetrate her pussy. He slowly increased the depth he was thrusting until his cock was sliding all the way in and out of her pussy, the tip just barely still inside her entrance on the back-strokes, and his cockhead firmly pressing against her cervix on the in-strokes.
It suddenly occurred to Betty Jo that John Boy was actually fucking her. It fired her imagination, and she told him, "John Boy, make a cute baby inside of me." He was making her feel really good, and she didn't care how he was doing it. She could feel a wonderful tension and tingling building up inside of her tummy, seeming to get stronger every minute, until she finally felt waves of pleasure washing over her, engulfing her entire body.
