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, etc), there is cleaning up after these said animals(which is a chore within itself) and finally you may have planting and harvesting of certain crops or the bailing of hay. What ever the chore, there is 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 would not find in the city.
The first one that comes to mind to me are the carefree summer nights lying in the pasture 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 to lock our door Life was 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 would frolic in the pond dunk each other push each other on the swing or challenge each other to who could swing out the furthest on the rope and land in the pond. Sometimes I would win but as we got older it got 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 was 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 on occasion like cats and dogs like as most siblings do and I am sure I did things that pestered the hell 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 and would not manifest itself fully until we were in our late teens.
I can remember the first time it occurred . It was the summer after our senior year in high school and we had both just turned 18 a month before. It wasn't the first time I had seen my sister naked but it would be the event that would bring to the surface all the deep seeded fantasies I never thought I would have 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 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 she dressed more enticing, especially when mom and dad weren't around
Holly had on a pair of tight short, SHORT faded blue cut off denim shorts that barely covered her ass and was wearing an open short sleeve cotton pink and white checkerboard square shirt that was tied in a knot at her midriff. The outfit showed off ever inch of her succulent 5'6" 120 pound 34B-22-32 body.
Her long 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.
After putting in a "good day's work," it was nearly 5:00 in the evening and we were getting fairly well famished. Holly suggested we get changed and she would lay out some steaks 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 grey t-shirt and gym shorts but Holly was dressed in a way I hadn't seen her before but hey I wasn't complaining.
She had on 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 open and she was not wearing anything underneath it. The only other thing she was wearing was a pair of matching cotton panties.
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 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 but I wasn't about to tell her that.
After supper, she put her robe back on and we walked 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 stripped out of her clothes 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. Its dark and no one's around so why not." I stripped out of my gym shorts, t-shirt and underwear 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 in the water" Holly and I decided to get out and dry off.
"Hey Brad honey, why don't we lie under the stars like we used to when we were kids," Holly said as she picked up her clothes and the 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 wheat 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. Theyy 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 would take us out and show them to us. This moment is one of the many un named pleasures that one can experience living in the country.
"Wanna another ciggy," Holly said as she took one out and lit it.
"Sure," I replied and she lit me one and handed it to me.
"Isn't this nice Brad," Holly said with a soft satisfying contented sigh. "I could lay here all night and fall asleep under these stars and life would be just grand. Who needs the city, gimme the country anytime and the wide open spaces."
Just then, much to my surprise, as we were lying on the blanket looking up at the stars, she turned over crawled on top of me and put her arms around me and gave me a hug and let out a soft coo.
