The following days were very active around Julie's parent's house. Her dad returned so the action around the house changed more to teasing and flashing, rather than fucking and sucking. But, in reality the wedding had to be planned. All the ins and outs, all the big and little problems, and Ben met more family and friends than he could have even imagined.
When Ben's family arrived, they were accepted into the family as if he and Julie had been together all of their lives. His mother was so proud to see him happy. She had done a lot of things through the years to keep him, his brother, and his sister on the right track to get their educations and stay on the right side of the line.
The wedding went off without a hitch. Julie was a beautiful bride, and Ben was a wonderful groom completely devoted to his new wife.
After their honeymoon, Ben and Julie decided to visit with his family before moving to Myrtle Beach and beginning their law practice.
When Ben and Julie returned from Australia they felt as though they just wanted to take a month or so and do nothing. They had a wonderful time, but it seemed they were constantly surrounded by people and constantly involved in some sort of party or function.
It was nice to get to that big farm in Iowa where Ben had been raised. Julie realized rather quickly that although Ben acted as though he had nothing, he had been raised in a very healthy environment. He had worked hard, but they had not wanted for anything.
Ben's father had passed some years back, but the farm hands kept their farming operation moving along and very profitable. Ben's brother was a veterinarian in Des Moines so he was a couple of hours away. Ben's mother was the picture of a mid-western mom always cooking and fussing around her children. Ben's little sister came along a little later in life for Ben's parents. She was now just graduating from high school. There had never been anything in her life that could even begin to compare to her big brother Ben.
When Trish was in junior high, Ben would always take her to school and pick her up. Ben would always say that his best girl should not have to spend that much time on a school bus. All her life Ben and Trish had been like they were joined at the hip. Everywhere you saw Ben you would see his tall gangly strawberry blond sister.
Before Ben left for college, when he would come home, Trish would take care of him like he belonged to her. She would cook whatever he wanted, do his laundry, keep his room, and even run his bath when he wanted to soak those sore muscles following football practice.
In the last couple of years Trish had really changed from the gangly teenager that puttered around Ben like he was a God. She had developed into quit the gorgeous mid-western farmers daughter. Trish did not really seem so tall anymore. It was like she had finally filled to her frame. Her breasts had blossomed to a 38DD, and her hips were every bit a 36. Trish, with breasts that big and hips to match, really filled out the jeans and t-shirts she normally wore around the farm.
When Ben and Julie arrived at the farm, it was really coming home time for Ben. He had not been back for sometime and many things had changed in that time span. His mom had remodeled the house, new kitchen, new enormous great room, and had painted and re-carpeted the entire house.
Most of the farm hands were the same, but what in the hell has happened to Trish? Julie picked up immediately that Ben could not keep his eyes off of her. Honestly, she was having a little trouble with that in her own right. Julie did realize Trish was definitely a mid-western farm girl. She kept herself busy doing farm duties as well as being well skilled with what went on indoors. Julie was also intrigued by the way Trish went about the business of the day with what seemed like had no consideration about the way she looked at any particular time.
Trish was a different beauty as compared to Julie. She did not seem as tall because she was a more filled out frame. Her breasts were big, but really with her hips and waste, she was really put together nicely. Trish was what is normally termed a natural beauty. Any makeup she applied only enhanced her eyes and her complexion, what a beauty.
Julie had noticed that Trish had the same trouble as Ben with not staring and sizing up his package. Since on the farm, he fell back into those tight starched Wranglers and boy did his package look good. Between Trish looking at Ben the way he did and Ben not missing a move Trish made in those cut-offs, it was only a matter of time until they were going to come together with an enormous commotion.
Ben had gotten involved with work going on around the farm and was really occupied, so when Ben's mom asked Julie to go into town with her, she jumped at the chance. They had to tend to some business. Then, after all the business was done, they planned to shop until they dropped.
Something like this was nothing short of stupid to Trish. She would much rather do work around the farm, and since Ben was not here much anymore, she could take advantage of that time and spend it with him.
Mom and Julie loaded into the Suburban early and were on their way to town soon after breakfast. Ben and Trish had been in the field since daylight. Ben was reacquainting himself with the combine, and Trish was driving the haul truck. Load after load they cut wheat until it began to get dark.
Parking the combine and haul truck with the other equipment, they loaded into the pick-up and headed toward the house. It was so nice to be back together. They had both missed being together, because for so many years they were inseparable. From the time Trish could walk she could be found right at Ben's heels yapping and talking a blue streak.
Things were still good, but were somewhat different now. Ben had become extremely drawn to Trish's body and personality and likewise Trish now was drawn to Ben in a whole different light.
When they reached the house it was definitely time for a bath, they were both covered with dirt and sweat. Trish started up the stairs to her room and a shower when the phone rang and Ben went to answer.
It was Julie. She stated if it was alright with him, she and his mother had decided to stay in Des Moines overnight and attend a show with Ben's big brother. Ben had no problem with that, he felt that after a shower he and Trish would most likely eat and crash. They had worked their asses off, and were tired. Julie could only grin. She would love to be a fly on the wall tonight in that house and witness exactly what transpired. They said their good nights and I love you, then Julie was off to the play and Ben was off to the shower. Ben lazed around for a while looking at mail and checking the forecast for tomorrow, then finally started making his way up the stairs to his room and his much needed shower.
Trish had showered off, but now was lounging in her garden tub. The hot water felt so good on her tired muscles. Along with driving the haul truck, she had to scoop grain around at times to get the maximum load on the truck.
Ben could not help thinking about Trish sitting in that huge garden tub, naked and rubbing that soap and sponge all over that gorgeous body. He could not believe she had blossomed so much in the time he had been gone. The last time he had accidentally walked in on her in the shower she was not much more than a broom handle. Now, the way she filled those cut-offs and short t-shirts she was quite a young woman.
Ben could hear Trish's music playing from her stereo as he passed her room. What is the deal with women not closing the doors to their rooms when they are in the bath? Ben stuck his head in briefly and looked around, but she still was in the bath tub. He went on to his and Julie's room and took his shower.
Trish was having all sorts of thoughts concerning that gorgeous man who was in the shower just down the hall. She had been in love with him her entire life, and now she could not look at him without her pussy gushing and her nipples getting hard. She could imagine how he looked standing in that huge shower naked with water running all over that muscular body. Thinking of his chest and arms, his ass and legs, and not the least how wonderful that bulge in his pants must look when it is freed from constraint, made her pussy swell.
Ben could hardly contain himself long enough to shower. The thought of this gorgeous young woman nude in the room next to his had his dick beginning to grow and get that flowing feeling. He finished his shower, toweled off, and slipped into a pair of work-out pants and a tank top.
Walking back down the hall, he did not know how he was going to accomplish it, but he wanted to fuck his little sister terribly bad.
When he reached her bedroom door, it was still open. The music was still playing, and after stepping inside he could actually hear her still in the bath. He was standing there waiting for a possible glimpse of her naked body when he saw her step out of the tub. He stepped back just out of her sight and watched her dry that beautiful body, once stopping and raising her head as if she had heard something. She raised one gorgeous leg, and then the other showing Ben she had no hair on that wonderful mound between her legs. When she dried her pussy it seemed to him she took a little longer than necessary to accomplish the task. She really massaged those wonderful breasts and nipples when she dried them, and only fluffed her sun streaked blond hair.
She turned and started from the bathroom, so Ben moved slightly further back in the shadow so she could not see him. Trish walked to the side of the bed and flipped on the side light. She sat down on the side of the bed and allowed the towel to fall aside presenting her gorgeous eighteen year old body to her big brother standing in the shadows. It was like she was trying to make a decision about something and she could not decide what to do next. Slowly she reached down and touched both her hard nipples, lightly at first, then more roughly twisting them and rubbing the ends until she felt her loins aching.
Ben's dick was rising steadily and would soon be at full erection. After rubbing her nipples, she took her right hand and started tracing a line down her belly in a straight line to her aching honey pot. When she reached her pussy she drew her left leg up, holding her foot tightly against her ass with her left hand. She began to trace the entire length of her slit with a very tender middle finger on her right hand.
At this point Ben could see the nectar beginning to ooze from her tight swollen snatch. His dick was hard and aching. The sight before him was causing his blood to boil and his breathing to quicken.
Trish slipped in her middle finger then followed with her index finger. She pushed on up on the bed and was now on her back with her legs spread wide and her glorious slick soaked pussy looking Ben right in the eye.
