Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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All characters are over the age of 18. This is a work in progress. I will be updating this story as I continue to work on it. Thanks for your understanding.
I am lost. Goddammit. I look at my phone. 635 pm. I am supposed to meet my wife soon and I am so turned around. I notice a farmhouse up in the distance. To my right I notice a field of freshly cut hay. I inhale the sweet aroma. My cellphone died an hour ago and the fucking car charger isn't working. I make my way to the farmhouse. I get out of my car and head to the door.
A pretty young woman answers the door.
"Hi," I begin. I'm toungtied by her looks. It's hot out and she isn't wearing much. Her top is white and barely covers her giant breasts. Her nipples are hard and poking through the fabric. Her bottom half is covered barely in tight cutoff jeans.
"Hi," she answers, acting kind of annoyed, "how can I help you?"
"Well," I begin, "I got turned around and I'm looking for 146 and now I'm late. "
She smiles. "Holy hell sir," she begins in a sexy sultry voice, "you are fucking lost." She continues, "your about an hour west of 146."
My face drops. I hold up my cell phone.
"Can I charge it?"
She beckons to the house. I come in. It's like 100 degrees out. She tells me her name is Mary.
She leads me into a kitchen. The smells are amazing. A chicken soup is boiling on the stove and an apple pie is cooling on the table.
She hands me a glass of water as I plug my phone in. She smells nice. I can't help but let my eyes wander up her legs, to her butt. It's perfectly shaped. I can't help but imagine bending her over and taking her doggystyle. I tell myself to calm down as my girlfriend is waiting for me.
We sit down at the table. Idle chitchat takes up the hour and soon my phone is 57%. Good to go.
Except when I get to the car, the fucker won't start.
Just then the men come back from the field. And they are they a sight to see.
John, the old man, is chiseled from years of slingling bales. His muscles almost rip out of his shirt. He has almost no fat on his body.
Timothy, his older son, is almost identical but younger and his skin glistens from the sweat.
Mike, the youngest, is even more attractive than the other two. His muscles glisten as well. All three strip off their clothes and wash themselves in the hose. I can't help but admire their large cocks. And nice firm asses as well.
Mary joins me at the car.
"Like what you see? That's my dad and two brothers."