Reader alert. I have submitted this story into the BDSM category, but it could easily end up in either the Incest or Exhibitionist/Voyeur categories, as it has equal elements of all of those. This is not a sweet and romantic tale by any stretch of the imagination. Please do not continue if any of the above topics offend you.
Inspired by and dedicated to Bob.
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Introduction.
The year is 1970 and the place is a very rural area in upstate New York. For the vast majority of us, it's safe to say that we all have skeletons hidden somewhere in our closets. Things that have happened or things that we've done that we aren't exactly proud of.
My name is Robert Adams and this story is my skeleton, so to speak. It happened in the summer of my 18th year. I was a virgin when the story began and I was still a virgin when it ended but it changed me forever in so many other ways.
For thirty five years I've kept this story to myself, but it would never go away, not really. I thought that perhaps by telling the story I might finally be free of it at last, but the disturbing part is that I'm not really sure that's what I'm looking for. I'll tell my tale and let you, the reader decide.
1. Welcome to the Neighborhood.
It was quite a culture shock when my family moved out of the city and bought an old farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere. My folks had always wanted to do something like this so when I graduated from high school they found this place, packed up and moved. Since I was going to be starting college in another month it didn't much matter to me, so I went along with them.
Not that they were going to be actual farmers or anything like that. It was just the idea of living out in the sticks that appealed to them. The old man was still going to keep his job with the insurance agency and commute the twenty five miles into the city each day. Mom would have plenty of room to do her gardening and canning. As for me, it didn't take me long to decide that this was a nice place to visit, but I sure as hell didn't want to live here.
My opinion of the place changed a little when I met Rebecca. Rebecca was my next door neighbor, but the meaning of this was a little different out there because next door was a half mile down the road. Her family lived on a real farm, unlike our faux farm, with actual crops and animals. Her father also did small engine repairs, or so the sign in front of their house claimed.
Rebecca was the middle daughter of the three Brown girls. Her older sister Carol had moved away, so now it was just Rebecca and her younger sister Sandy with their mother and father taking care of that big place. We had met by chance at the local store and hit it off right away despite our obvious differences.
"You city folk sure are strange," Rebecca told me as we got to know each other better. "Why in the world would you move out here for no reason?"
I didn't have much of an answer for that, but when I explained how I was going to be going away to college in the fall Rebecca got this faraway look in her eye.
"That's what I'd like to do someday," Rebecca said wistfully.
"What, go to college?" I asked. "You should."
"No, move away from here," Rebecca said. "Heck, I didn't even graduate high school so I don't think college would want me. I had to drop out and work the farm after Carol went away."
Her older sister had apparently moved in with their grandmother for some reason that Rebecca wouldn't go into. This left her to work with her parents to keep the family going. This all made me feel kind of foolish, living out here like we were. What Rebecca made me feel was... horny.
I was a virgin, which was tough to be in 1970. The Summer of Love had never made it my way. I was very shy and awkward around girls in high school, and while I had fooled around with a lot of them, I was never able to convince any of them to go all the way.
Being about five foot nine and sort of skinny with long brown hair in the fashion of the times, I was no dreamboat but I guess I wasn't all that bad looking either. Rebecca didn't seem to mind, and we began to meet after dinner, each walking toward each other's houses and meeting somewhere in the middle. The first few times we sat around and talked, which was enjoyable to me. Rebecca looked up to me like I was some sharp city slicker who was hip to what was going on in the world. This struck me as hilarious, because where we lived before I was considered pretty square compared to most guys my age.
"Let's take a walk," Rebecca suggested one evening, and she led me through the field between our houses and back toward the railroad tracks way behind our property.
There was a little stream back there that I wasn't aware existed, and it was really a pretty and secluded little place. Rebecca took my hand as we walked, and I was embarrassed when I realized how sweaty my palm was. Rebecca seemed not to notice, or if she did notice she didn't care, and we continued walking until we came to a tree that overlooked the stream.
Rebecca stopped next to the tree and looked at me, waiting patiently. Seeing that I was too dumb or shy to even move, Rebecca finally threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I came to my senses and took her in my arms and returned the affection.
Rebecca was about an inch or two shorter than I was, which made us a perfect fit as we ground our bodies together. I hadn't fully realized what an incredible body Rebecca had until then, since she dressed rather like a tomboy. She was about average in weight, but she felt incredibly muscular, no doubt at least in part to her physical tasks she did daily.
Her breasts felt pretty big as they pressed into me. It was obvious even through the plain clothing she always wore that she had a pretty good sized pair on her, but feeling them against my chest really confirmed that. We necked for a little while until it started to get dark.
"Got to get home" Rebecca announced, and we got ourselves straightened out and headed back out to the road.
The bulge in my jeans was pretty prominent despite my rather modest endowment, and the little damp spot that my drooling dick had caused made it even more obvious. Rebecca noticed it and giggled.
"Did I cause that?" she giggled as she stated the obvious. "Maybe next time I can take care of that!" she announced, and with a kiss on the cheek and skipped away down the road toward her home.
I watched her shapely behind disappear down the road and then began shuffling toward my place. When I got home I made as little small talk with the folks as possible before heading up to my room.
I locked the door behind me and got undressed before climbing onto my bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about Rebecca. Looking down at my erection, I realized that this was something that needed to be taken care of or else I would never get any sleep.
I took my boner in my fist and began stroking it slowly, trying to imagine it was Rebecca doing it. Maybe she hadn't been with many other guys, so she wouldn't realize how little my cock was, I thought hopefully. Since it was about six inches it wasn't real small, but I sure wished it was bigger, probably much like every other guy does.
Thinking of Rebecca made my orgasm come quickly. I pulled my cock back toward me as I came, trying to control the mess I made as the warm jets of cum squirted onto my stomach. Maybe tomorrow night Rebecca would be doing this to me, I wondered hopefully as I cleaned myself up as best I could. Maybe even more than that.
2. Back to "our place".
