Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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I'm back. I haven't written anything in a while, and for that, I am sorry. But a girl's gotta make a living and jobs suck. What can I say? Anyway, here's a little something that I started writing a year ago before getting sidetracked. I hope you like it. It's dirty.
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That was the year I got sent away.
My name is Bailey and this is the story of how I discovered who I really was. It was the summer after my first year at college. I had a pregnancy scare with my boyfriend. Mom found the pregnancy test while *helpfully* cleaning my bedroom. That night, after all of the shouting died down, my parents decided that I could use a summer working on my uncle's dairy farm in West Virginia.
I had only ever seen my uncle a few times in my life at family get togethers. He and my father had grown up together on the farm, but my dad had gotten a scholarship to play baseball and left home at 17. My uncle stayed behind and took over the farm when my grandparents good to old for the hard, manual labor. I had never even visited the farm.
The farm itself is so far in the middle of nowhere that I couldn't believe that there was that much nothing in all the world, let alone one single state. I flew into Wheeling where my aunt picked me up. We drove for a while on the interstate, then turned off onto a state road for a while, and then onto a dirt road for more than an hour before turning into the farm. The nearest town was back off the state road, and even that was barely civilization. It had a car wash, a general store, a farm supply and a tasty-freeze. Another mile up the road, there was a dumpy little building with no windows and a neon sign that said, "Del's County Line Bar." It had a little gravel parking lot. We passed it at about one in the afternoon and it already had a couple of pickup trucks and an old Lincoln Continental with mismatched wheels sitting out front. My aunt gave the place a disgusted sneer as we drove by.
So, this was it. My summer was to be spent imprisoned in redneck hell, far from any sort of human contact.
I was surprised, however, at how modern the actual farm was. I guess I was expecting to find my uncle standing out in front of a white-washed clapboard house wearing bib overalls and holding a hoe or something. In fact, it was highly industrialized with modern equipment and, I later learned, the entire operation was computerized and nearly automated, such that only a couple of hired hands could manage it. And, no, this is not a story about an innocent farm girl and a studly ranch hand. The workers were older men in their 40's or 50's and I never saw much of them.
I was put to work on more traditional (unskilled) farm work... weeding the garden, taking care of the chickens, collecting eggs, feeding the pigs, mucking horse stalls... that sort of thing. I wasn't very good at it and I wasn't very happy doing it. I'm ashamed to say that I gave my aunt and uncle a rough time of it, too, acting every bit the privileged city bitch about the situation.
After less than two weeks, they'd had enough of me. They arranged for their daughter, my cousin Frances, or "Frankie" as she was called, to come stay with us and, for lack of a better term, babysit me. Frankie was about six years older than me and worked as a kindergarten teacher in Wheeling, so she had her summer off. She arrived at the start of my third week at the farm. After she arrived, I hardly saw my aunt and uncle at all.
