Author's Note: Apart from well known established landmarks and businesses, city, and well known person names, all people, location, town, and business names are purely fictitious and any similarities between them and actual businesses, locations, places and people living or dead are purely coincidental. All sexual situations depicted in this story occur between two legally consenting adults ages 18 and over. I hope you enjoy the story.
Family Ties: Fun on the Farm.
Growing up on a farm can be both a pleasure and a chore. The chores are fairly obvious. You have feeding the animals(such as cows, pigs, horses, chickens etc), there is cleaning up after these said animals(which is a chore within itself such as mucking out the barns), and finally you may have planting and harvesting of certain crops or the bailing of hay along with a host of various other chores. What ever the chore, there was always one to do.
The pleasures on the other hand may not be as obvious, depending on your point of view or what you would consider a pleasure of growing up on a farm. As far as I am concerned, the pleasures I knew growing up on a farm were the simple pleasures you did not find in the city.
The first one that comes to mind to me are the carefree summer nights lying in the pasture or fields gazing up into the stars, and falling asleep listening to the night creatures. We had no worry about someone coming around bothering us, or fear about having to lock our doors. Life was simple and good, and we had it great!
Another pleasure that I think of is being able to go to the swing by the swimming pond on a hot summer's day with my twin sister Holly. As children, we frolicked in the pond, dunked each other, pushed each other on the swing or challenged each other to see who could swing out the furthest on the rope and land in the pond. Mostly I won, but as we got older, it became harder to beat her.
Lastly, the most enjoyable pleasure was the freedom and wide open spaces to do as you please. There were neighbors yes, but growing up in the Midwest meant you sometimes had your nearest neighbor being a half a mile away, sometimes even further. That meant you could do what ever you wanted on your land and no one would see you, unless it happened to be mom or dad who was looking for you, or in my case, me spying on my sister as she got older.
This is where the first part of our story begins. Growing up, Holly and I were inseparable. We were fraternal twins born a few minutes apart, Holly being the oldest, but only by seven minutes. As we grew, we somehow developed a special deep bond between each other.
Sure we fought like cats and dogs like on occasion as most siblings do, and I am sure I did things that pestered the shit out of Holly, and she would end up calling me "her creepy little bother," but all in all, we loved each other, and had a special unspoken bond that went deeper than any of us could ever imagine, but it did not manifest itself fully until we were in our early twenties.
I can remember the first time it occurred. It was three summers after our senior year in high school and we had both just turned twenty-one a month before. It wasn't the first time I had seen my sister naked. but it was the event that brought to the surface all the deep seeded fantasies I never thought I had.
It happened when mom and dad went to visit Aunt Ruby for the weekend. They had left us together before since we were 14, but only for a few hours at a time, but now they figured we were adults now and old enough to be left alone for a night maybe two, so on that note, they told us they would be back that following Sunday evening.
Mom and Dad left on a Friday morning and Holly and myself spent most of the day working on our chores. I was wearing a regular work short sleeve work shirt, faded jeans, and work boots, but as was Holly's custom now, she dressed more enticing, especially when mom and dad weren't around
Holly had on a pair of tight short, and I do mean SHORT faded blue cut off denim shorts that barely covered her ass and was wearing an open long sleeve red and black checkered plaid flannel shirt that was tied in a knot at her midriff. The outfit showed off ever inch of her succulent 5'6." 125 pound 34D-24-34 body.
Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair was braided in to pig tails and in her outfit, Holly looked like the stereotypical "farmer's daughter" and I would have given anything to be the "traveling salesman" that you hear about who runs off with the farmer's daughter. Picture in your mind the character of "Daisy Duke" from the 1970's show "Dukes of Hazzard," and you had Holly.
After putting in a "good day's work," stopping only around noon for a quick lunch," it was nearly five O' Clock in the evening and we were getting fairly well famished. Holly suggested we get changed and she would lay out some steaks and ribs if I would grill them, and that sounded good to me.
We both grabbed a quick shower and met back down in the kitchen. I put on an old gray t-shirt and gym shorts, but Holly was dressed in a way I had never seen her before, but hey I wasn't complaining.
She was wearing one of her sheer cotton see through robes(light baby blue colored) that went with her pajama set, but instead of it being buttoned and on top of her night gown or pajamas like I was used to seeing it, it was left open in front and she was not wearing anything underneath it. The only other thing she was wearing was a smile.
Holly was walking around like it was perfectly natural and thought nothing of it so I said nothing. After she finished the salad, she checked on the potatoes and told me that they were almost done and that I could start grilling. I went out and began grilling and she finished setting the table for dinner.
We ate supper outside on the back deck at the picnic table we had, and at the table, she removed her robe like it was no big deal. "I don't wanna mess it up," she said like she was giving a reason why she was taking off her top at the dinner table, but I didn't make a big deal out of it. Hell, I enjoyed the view of my naked sister sitting at the table, but I wasn't about to tell her that.
After supper, we both walked back into the house, put the leftover food in containers and placed them in fridge and proceeded to clean up the kitchen and wash dishes. Afterwards, we both grabbed six pack of beer(Fosters), and walked back out on the back deck and sat around and talked. She lit up a cigarette and offered me one and we smoked a few, had a couple of beers, and laughed and cut up.
Holly then went inside for a moment and came out and threw me a towel and blanket. "Wanna come for a moonlight swim," she said
"Sure, why not," I replied, and we both walked down to the pond.
Holly got in the water and said "Well ya going to swim in those clothes or what?"
I must admit, I was a bit surprised, but I figured "What the hell. It's dark and no one's around, so why not." I stripped out of my clothes and joined her in the water.
We took turns splashing each other, we tried to dunk each other a few times and spent about 20 minutes taking turns using the rope swing to see who could jump the furthest out into the pond and make the biggest splash. After about a total of 35-45 minutes of "fun and frolicking in the water" Holly and I decided to get out and dry off.
"Hey Hank honey, why don't we lie under the stars like we used to when we were kids," Holly said as she picked up the towels and blanket.
"I'm game sis," I replied with a smile, and she took me by the hand and we walked up from the pond around the side of the house and down the path to the middle of the field.
We found the clearing by the big oak tree we used to lay in as kids and it hadn't changed much. Spreading out the blanket, Holly and I laid naked under the stars without a care in the world.
Just close your eyes and imagine lying in the middle of the field without the city lights to dim the stars, and that was what it was like. The stars were so bright and so close, it was like you could reach right out and touch them. They seemed to go on forever.
Holly and I spent about 15-20 minutes naming all of the constellations we saw, something we used to do when our dad took us out and showed them to us. This moment was one of the many unnamed pleasures that one can experience living in the country.
"Wanna another ciggy," Holly said as she took one out and lit it.
