I was just twenty when my Mom got the call from my sister, Olivia. She needed help. Long story short, Livvy's husband of ten years had walked out on her, leaving her to manage their small farm on her own.
Now, Livvy is twelve years older than me, so at thirty two, she had been away from our family home since I was ten. Of course, I had seen her from time to time during her married years – but I had grown up a lot in that time too.
I am, if I dare say it, a bit of a fan of intimacy with the ladies. I had early stirrings of sexual arousal and eventually lost my virginity aged eighteen to a sweet and obliging girl called Rosie who enjoyed relieving me of my virgin label. Since Rosie, there have been quite a few girls that I have enjoyed intimately and as far as I am concerned, there will be quite a few more. Being from a farming community, there may not be so many girls around to choose from but there are plenty of opportunities and most of the girls round our way are quite open to the idea of a bit of horizontal recreation.
When Mom told me that I had to go to Olivia's farm to help her, I was not happy. I knew how remote her place is and the chances of any female company were just about this side of nil. But I was in no place to argue and Livvy is family so I took our old pick-up and set off to my sister's farm. It was a three hour drive and for the last hour I doubt that I saw another vehicle or person. Livvy's farm was quite high up on some sort of a natural plateau of good fertile land, hence it was remote. I think they had only been hooked up with powerlines a few years ago.
When I rolled up, Livvy was soon out to welcome me. I quickly realised that I had lost track of my sister's good looks. Either that or my tastes were maturing. She had a rosy glow in her cheeks, her wavy dark hair was long and tied only in a pony tail and her figure was fit and trim. My eyes alighted on her proud chest, all wrapped up in shirt and overalls but clearly a lot bigger than I had realised when she was at home. Livvy gave me a powerful embrace, perhaps more in relief than affection. After all, help had arrived. But the memorable part of it for me was to have her huge breasts pressing onto me.
Over some fresh coffee, Livvy told me the full situation. The farm was okay but constant hard work. Her husband, Sam, had gone off with a younger woman from the nearest town to the farm. It had come as a complete surprise to Olivia.
She told me, "Colin, my husband just upped and left me without a sign. His note said that he needed more intimacy in his life. I sure don't know what he meant by that. I allowed him intimacy with me once a week, whether I wanted it or not. Actually, I usually didn't want it but he had his needs as he called them."
I just sat wide-eyed at this revelation. After all, I had been managing four or five times a week from a choice of three girls back home – and I still wanted more! Anyway, we moved the subject on but the reality was beginning to dawn on me that my own sex life was taking a severe down turn.
I set about helping Olivia with the farm work. It was straightforward enough but hard work too. Livvy pulled her weight and she fed me well. I had my own bedroom and I had taken my laptop with some good hot porn on it. I settled into a routine of supper, to bed for some porn with masturbation and then sleep till day break. If I woke with a dawn horn, I'd probably satisfy myself again before getting out of bed.
One night, it was incredibly warm. The air was still and I was wet with perspiration. I was watching one of my favourites, two lesbian girls in action when a well-hung guy turns up. I was masturbating as I watched the guy fucking one of the girls while he licked the other. My stiff cock was in my hand and I was naked and on top of the bed clothes.
Suddenly my bedroom swung open and my sister stood there starting to speak to me just as her eyes comprehended what was on view. She said "Colin, I was.........oh, oh my gosh! Oh, I'm sorry .........!"
Her timing was incredible because she caught me just entering my climax. I could not stop – or would not! I was locked in to having my orgasm. Olivia stared open-mouthed as I grunted and groaned and my cock spurted my thick cream onto my bare chest. She could see everything.
She slowly closed the bedroom door, still staring at me in all my splendour, coming down off my high, semen trickling off my body, my laptop giving out the sounds of a guy grunting and a girl climaxing.
I lay there, half stunned by the occurrence, not knowing what to do next. My mind raced through a cavalcade of thoughts. I should do nothing, I should go to her and explain, I should go back home and – well, what the fuck should I do – all swirled in my hazy brain. My eyes caught the image of the porn guy coming on the girls' tits and they squealed with joy. It made me smile as I re-lived the look on my sister's face. I decided to clean myself up and go to talk to her. I pulled a pair of pants on, packing my softened cock in gently.
I knocked gently on her bedroom door. "Livvy! Livvy! Can I talk to you?"
"Come in." she said, gently.
I turned the handle and edged into her bedroom. The room was softly lit and my sister sat up in bed. I immediately noticed her nightdress which was quite matronly and fastened up to just below her chin.
"Gee Sis, I'm sorry. I never meant for you to see that. You took me by surprise and I, well, I guess I just couldn't stop. I was too far on to – you know!"
"I'm sorry Colin. I should've knocked. I didn't think. And I certainly never expected you to be doing that! To yourself!" Her latter words were stressed with a type of disgust. I felt the need to defend myself.
"Hey Sis, I'm a young guy and I have certain needs too. And I ain't getting any of them round here – 'cos there's no one to get them with. Back home I had a bunch of girls ready to provide me with – well – you know – let's call it relaxation. If I can't get the real thing, I need to satisfy my needs the only way I know how." I said it all quite firmly.
Olivia sat up higher in her bed. "I'm sorry Colin. I was just a bit shocked. I'm sorry that there's no girls round here for you to – well – do stuff with. Do girls do that back home without being married then?"
"Hell, yeah!" I blurted. "Loads of 'em do! And I get my share, let me tell you!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sure you do, Colin. So that stuff on your computer, were they local girls?"
I laughed and explained the porn which seemed like a shocking revelation to Olivia.
"Look Colin. Let's forget it, if we can. I realise now that you have desires and needs and there's not much chance of you finding girls around here so I'll be careful to respect your bedroom privacy."
I was glad her tone had softened and then I realised that all the talk had been about me. I rudely asked my sister a personal question. "Say, Liv, you must have needs now Sam's gone?"
She took it in the spirit I'd asked it. "Well no, not really. I've never been so very keen on all that stuff for some reason. I let Sam have his way once a week, like I told you and that was more than enough for me."
"Just once a week though!" I blurted, not thinking of her ten years of marriage but focussing on my five times a week on average even unmarried.
"Well, yes! I let him have his way once a week and if he took too long I rolled him off my body." I laughed, picturing her doing just that.
"I'd've rolled right back on you! And I'd've carried on till you was screaming in passionate ecstasy!" I blurted without thinking.
