(c)Susan England August 2006 and March 2007. This story may not be published at any site without the express permission of the Author at her email address.
This is a work of fiction written for the enjoyment of adult readers over the age of 18 years and contains explicit sexual material. If this is likely to offend you, please read no further.
THE BUNTING FAMILY - GROWING TOGETHER - PART FIVE
Chapter 12 - Jenny Remembers
As Doug and Laura, Carl and Liz celebrated their love for each other, Jenny lay in her bed thinking of the deliciously intimate smell of Liz on her Carl's fingers. There was an all too familiar tug low in her tummy. Then the warmth as her flow responded to her imagination of the brother and sister together. Her fingers drifted to her hairs and she teased herself as her mind flew backwards in time.
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Jenny's Uncle Jack, her mother's brother, was a widower and worked for a farmer and Jenny visited her relatives and cousins during the summer holidays. He had a farm cottage which was old and rather large, not that there had been more than 5 bedrooms, but four rooms were really big and the smallest had been modernised and converted to a full bathroom with an additional adjoining toilet. It had a large dining kitchen, a sitting room with an open fire and leather settee and deep armchairs. There was a pantry and an old fashioned larder with thick stone slabs to help keep foodstuffs cool in summer. The house had obviously been built in an age of large families.
The garden was extensive and uncle grew vegetables for the family. He was a working man and a widow from the village a couple of miles away came in and cooked meals and did some housework. At first Jenny used to think how kind she was - later she discovered just how kind as well as friendly she was to her uncle!! A large barn was close to the house where hay bales were kept together with various tools and a workbench. Adjoining that was a chicken coop and run, heavily protected by wire netting to keep out foxes.
The house was on the edge of a large field where cows were grazed and in the far corner of the field was a pond with trees surrounding it. One tall tree in particular was a good 'climbing tree.' Uncle had brought home pieces of timber from building work done at the farm and had made a tree house with a knotted rope, and a rope ladder, for access. These could be pulled up into the tree house preventing anyone else from climbing into it.
Uncle Jack would have been about 45 she supposed. Jenny had graduated and her cousin Kath was the same age, and her boy cousins were Len and Derek. Len was an intelligent boy who had won a scholarship to a Grammar School; Uncle had said that he wanted Len to have a job with career prospects to it.
The girls shared one bedroom which had a double and a single bed although they slept together in the larger one. The boys had a second bedroom and uncle had the main third room. The 4th was empty although it had a bed in it.
The farm was across a country lane and down a private drive about half a mile long to the farmhouse. The teens had rackety old bikes to get about and as they went down the farm drive, off to one side was a stile leading across a couple of fields to a stream that ran through the farm lands. The water was lovely and clear and at a bend it formed a pool. The stream was shallow but at the pool it deepened. She remembered that if she stood on the gravel bottom the water came to just above her nipples.
The summer was a hot one. The girls were in cotton dresses reaching to just below their knees, with bra and plain cotton panties. The dresses had a shirt neck and buttoned all the way down. As it was hot the boys wore grey shorts and a shirt. They would pack sandwiches and fizzy drinks and go for long bike rides or laze in the fields. They were also allowed to help bring in the cows for milking, and at harvest time, help with that too.
The farmer had two lovely adorable shire horses named Major and Ginger which seemed massive to the petite young girl. They would pull the carts in which the men loaded the stooks of hay, and Jenny was allowed to ride on Ginger's broad back with Kath on Major. One man would be in the cart loading the stooks carefully while other men threw them from the field with their pitchforks. When they had cleared the immediate area one of them would shout to tell the man in the cart to hold on as the cart jerked forward. In the local dialect "Hold You" became "owdja." As soon as this was called out Jenny could feel Ginger's massive muscles tighten and gather as he leaned into the head collar, then the cart wheels would pull loose from the soil and the heavy wooden hay cart would jerk and move forward a few yards. Then it was "whoooaaaaa" and dear Ginger stopped and stood placidly waiting once more.
She loved that horse. Her legs were spread wide on either side as she stretched them across his broad back and between her spread legs she could feel the ripple of his muscles under her thighs. Of course it was hot. Ginger was hot. The days were hot. She was hot. Her cotton panties were damp from sweat and she knew they clung to her but she didn't realise how clearly they outlined her feminine shape.
