First part of hopefully a three part story. This is obviously just a fantasy and quite improbable of happening in real-life. All people are imaginary and all sexual acts are with people over 18 years of age.
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Living on a huge farm so many miles from everywhere certainly made an interesting, if sometimes repetitive, life. We had practically no neighbors and few friends except those that we went to school with or met on Sundays. Typically, they were like us. Hard-working and quiet.
As can be imagined, living with livestock and fields that needed seeding, cutting, storing and selling was no mean feat. The work was hard, but eventually rewarding.
Mum and dad had bequeathed the farm from my paternal grandfather, who had written everything to his only living son while he was still alive. The death of grandpa's other son, my uncle Michael, and later on, his wife, grandma Jessie, had left in him no will to struggle with everyday consequences. They accepted this charge willingly and worked laboriously to keep the good name it had built.
With a booming business and a beautiful home in their names, mum and dad married young and had kids early on in their marriage. Their pregnancy soon showed that it was not a normal one and a delighted doctor informed a horrified mum and dad that more than one baby was in that tummy.
I was the only boy in a set of triplets. My mum says that I was the eldest and it was only with the help of a three month stay in hospital and a C-section that we were saved. My name is Toby, and my sisters are Rosy and Cynthia.
There is no need to mention that growing up together, the three of us were best friends. We couldn't do otherwise naturally, but it never seemed odd to us. We were siblings, and siblings loved each other, at least in our part of the woods.
We worked really hard on the farm, and apart from TV, which we loved, what we did daily when our chores were ready, was take a dip in the pool that dad had dug for us in the part of the backyard that was fenced off. It had become our meeting place after a hard day's work.
Mum and dad, for their part, were pretty free with their style of living and since I can remember, never seemed to wear any clothes in the pool. Since we were young too, it followed that none of us young ones wore bathing suits. Living around farm animals made sure that we understood the meaning of life, and how it started.
As we grew older, in our early teens, we realized that changes were making their way in our bodies. Naturally, seeing mum and dad regularly while skinny dipping in our pool made us aware that just like our livestock, we were males and females. They didn't need to tell us about the birds and the bees.
Of course, I still asked why boys had dangly bits, and why the girls had hair on theirs while I was still bereft of any. We accepted the nudity from skinny dipping with aplomb and never took it seriously.
Don't get me wrong, we weren't free-wheeling nudists, just that we were comfortable with ourselves while using the pool. At all other times we were prim and proper. Now that I think of it, it was indeed strange, but there you go.
Life on a farm, if lonely, was certainly healthy, and we had plenty to eat and enough exercise daily without needing to count our calorie intake. The girls developed into two beautifully slim and sexy women, while I, not wanting to blow my horn, had developed muscles and grown a medium-sized, but thick, penis that had a mind of its own.
Being so close to my sisters meant that we would usually go to sleep in the massive single bed that was situated conveniently in front of the television. Usually this happened after our late dips in the pool, which dad had continued to embellish and refine. We all had our individual rooms as space certainly was not a problem, but this single large bed in the den proved to be the most popular. We would simply put on a movie, and a timer on the TV, and simply nod off to sleep, sometimes in mid-sentence.
Since mum was only twenty when she had us, our eighteenth birthday saw her celebrate only her thirty-eight year of life, and as far as I could tell, she was still a beautiful woman. Dad was about eight years older, and his importance as head of the family and all-round manager had started to show its strain on him, and while still fit as a fiddle, he no longer had the attitude of somebody who wanted to beat down the world. He was happy with what we were earning, perhaps, and not eager to take chances or indulge in risks.
He knew that after this period of home schooling, we would be going off to college, which not only meant fees for us, although we would be attending the state college, but also, farm hands to replace us. Not to boast or anything, but we had the eye and capability of decent farmers as we put our hands to work.
However, on this, our eighteenth birthday celebration, we had plenty to eat and even more to drink. I could tell dad was getting horny as he ground himself against mum as they got out of the pool. The party had gone well, and we had been allowed to officially drink alcohol for the first time.
Well, not exactly the first time, as I had sipped a little from time to time out of dad's bottles, which he measured accurately. I'm sure I would have been berated heavily if he found out. My 'raids' mostly consisted of sips I stole after he had gone through a couple of drinks. Sadly, dad was not one who had a high resistance to alcohol, so a whisky bottle lasted a long time. Sometimes my mate Chad managed to buy a couple of six-packs from an all-night mall that wasn't too strict on who bought the booze.
I was truly hammered that evening though, and as I staggered dangerously out of the pool, trying to find my feet, and failing miserably, my sisters grabbed me from beneath my arms and helped me inside. I was in no fit state to walk, let alone wash and dress for bed.
I can dimly recall their taking me to the shower and washing the chlorine away from me. What I did not realize was how long they took in washing my penis, and the obvious delight they took in taking advantage of my addled state. I was pretty sure that they were virgins. They couldn't be otherwise. Sure, we had the occasional farmhands helping out, but dad was a stickler and I am sure he kept a close eye on his coop.
Anyway, throughout the night I felt someone snuggling next to me and a tugging that I could not explain. An explanation not long in coming, as I awoke. To my surprise, as I opened my eyes, all I could see was a white blur that had nothing to do with the ceiling color. It was plainly the naked backside of one of my sisters. I could see her slit wink at me as she knelt over my body. I could hear them both whispering to each other, and despite the beautiful ass beckoning me, closed my eyes again. The smell emanating from her body was excruciatingly soft, if one can explain softness in a smell. Honey and vanilla soap mixed with another stronger one I could not distinguish. It was obviously the smell of a female in heat.
Suddenly a warm feeling enveloped me and it was like being in heaven. I realized that my dick was hard as iron and that somebody was sucking me off. It was a turn-on of incredible proportions. I had fantasized (and masturbated) many times about my sisters, although I plainly knew it was wrong. What could I do though? They were the only women I knew for miles. Apart from mum. And even she regularly crept into my masturbation sessions in the woods. Naturally, I watched a lot of porn on the internet, but it wasn't real life.
"What does it taste like?" Rosy asked quietly. So it was Cyn who was sucking me off.
