Grandpa's Story Pt. 1/2 JTL series.
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This is a stand-alone slow-burn story between a Brother and Sister in the late sixties. Their illicit, incestual love begins the start of a family dynasty of sibling love. Culminating in the story of Jack and Sophie who are the subjects of the Journey to Love series. If you have not read that series, you can start here with this story. That's perfectly fine.
If you are a fan of JTL, then enjoy reading the story that started it all. Or you can wait and read it in conjunction with Journey to Love Pt. 18. (yet to be published) as Grandp's Story is a long read and will be in two parts I decided to publish part 1 now.
All sexual activity is by persons over eighteen years old.
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I was a Spok or square eyes. The term nerd was not used in the late sixties and early seventies. But I was a maths and science freak. I still am, but most people don't know it. For most, I'm just the farmer from down the road.
One day I turned up with my young new wife and settled into a little patch of heaven nestled against the distinctive forested hills of the region. They didn't know I couldn't farm, but they soon guessed it. But over time I learnt the trade and our farm began to thrive.
It was a place of seclusion and retreat. A place to bring up our little girl and the twins that were extending the abdomen of my one and only love. But behind all of this normality, many dangerous secrets abounded. Not the least that my wife was my sister.
This is my story and how all this came to be.
My name is Augustus, but I am known as Gus. My Sister was baptised Joylene but she was always known as Joy. I think Dad made a spelling mistake on the birth form, it was probably meant to be Jolene. But that song didn't come out until 1973, just before our precious Daughter was born. So my Dad wasn't the wiser about the correct spelling. Mum forgave him and so my Sister was Joy.
I did think it hilarious as a kid, every Christmas singing Joy to the World. In my early adolescence, I was sure the world could keep her. She was a bit bossy and while not a dobber, would try and stop me having more biscuits than I was allowed.
But I lived in my little world of Maths. Computers were becoming a thing in the science world, if not really known to the populous. I would scour the Magazine Popular Mechanics in our local library for the latest editions. I even started to try and learn Fortran which was an early computer programming language.
I was fortunate to have a good librarian as when she found out my interest she actually bought a copy of a Fortran programming book for the Library. Then she sort of let me borrow it as a permanent type loan. She would renew it every two weeks, but on the proviso that if someone wanted to reserve it, I had to hand it back. Are you kidding, that was not going to happen in the backwaters of NSW. Later she added a book on Cobal as well.
I had no computer to program on. Hell, those things took up large rooms and even the Australian Government only had one at the time. So I wrote out programs on my homemade punch cards and pretended they actually worked.
Now we lived in the Coomealla Irrigation Area near Wentworth NSW. We both went to School in Wentworth. But they were starting to build a new regional school in Dareton by the time I left. Dad was a Blockie. It is the local name for the Sultana farmers. At the end of the First World War, the government set up soldier settler blocks of fifteen acres each. Now that's not big enough to grow much. After the second war ended, Dad was given a Block that a First World War veteran had given up on. Irrigation from the Murray River was the lifeblood of our poverty.
Now fifteen acres was not considered a farm, thus Blockies. It was big enough for us kids to get lost in. But as teenagers small enough to be as boring as hell. Of course, we had to work on the block after school. It was all sultana grape growing. Now there were four types of work.
Grape picking, cutting out, pulling out and rolling on.
We all did the picking. Mum and Joy did the cutting, Dad and I did the pulling out and rolling on finished the winter work by anyone who was available. Pulling out was brutal work, pulling the old grape vines out from the new growth. Dad wouldn't allow the women to do it as it was not good to get hit on the breasts.
Now as I said I was a Spok, so not very physical. This part of the year was torture for me. Coming home at the end of school for a session of getting cuts and bruises. I was also as itchy as all get out while trying to concentrate on my homework. Most kids left school as soon as they turned fifteen to become part of the family workforce. Many six months before that.
Joy left as soon as she was fifteen. Dad insisted she go to TAFE, to study secretarial, which she did for a year but Jobs were scarce. Eventually, she got a job at the local Coomealla Club as a waitress. Then once she was eighteen she started doing shifts behind the bar.
Now on to Joy, the real reason for this story. She had barmaid breasts. In those days it was almost an unspoken requirement. Now the 'Coomie' club was much safer than the local Hotels. Dad was happy for her to work the bar there but definitely nowhere else. Dad was also on the club committee, so he could keep a watchful eye on her.
I first noticed the breasts when Mum insisted she wear a teeshirt around the farm. Before that we spent the summer bare-topped, we were kids.
But I had my head in books, girl germs were a thing even if my science brain said that was bullshit. I was not interested in girls. Even in Senior High when they started to cause my body to react in certain ways, I was not interested.
This worried my big Sister. She would try and encourage me to open my eyes. I think that is how it started really. I think she thought if I got to see her tits, my life would change.
We still liked to sit under the vines in the cool and eat the odd grape or two. Against the tee shirt rule, Joy would often lose her top when the olds could not see her. She thought it unfair boys could go topless. There was nothing sexual in it. I just grew up watching those breasts grow. Granted through the leafy windows of the grape vines often as not.
The only time on the Block I enjoyed was when the water was on. This meant that each block was allocated a time to take water from the canal. It didn't matter what time of day or night, when the water was on you had a limited time frame to draw water. It was the only reason Dad missed Church. Water was the god around here.
Water ruled. But I was fascinated with the working of the gates. It was a time when you ran around the block opening and closing gates. Watching the water flow down the rows soaking the ground. Now the gates were on-off switches and it dawned on me, when I was around fifteen, that this was directly analogous to computer gates, it's on or off. I studied what happened as I worked the water. Soon I realised that what we were doing was so inefficient. I designed a farm-sized circuit board for watering that would get more water to all the vines in the same amount of time. Because it was a time-based allocation it meant I started to get more water from the canal. Thus better sultana grapes.
I secretly employed new systems over one season. We normally produce standard grade 3 sultanas that season we produced 4's. I then fessed up to Dad. He was over the moon. He said he thought I was doing it differently.
This changed a few things. He started to respect my computer programming interests and later told me he was putting money aside from the extra profits to send me to University. I taught Dad what I was doing and from then on we always had better yields than the district's average. But he was happy for me to do the water when it didn't take me from school. I benefited by missing church every now and again.
So that's how I ended up at Melbourne University. My scores got me in and as soon as I could I found the computer department. Well, it was a part of the engineering department. They had just received a new mainframe. But what surprised them was I actually knew Fortran. The professor set me a challenge and soon I was putting my own punch cards in an actual computer.
My first program wasn't simple and it didn't crash. The result was I was fast-tracked into the new programming course and was able to spend many late nights running cards. I was better at programming than many of the lecturers, so I picked up a tutor position by the end of my first year.
I came home for the Semester break in July, but I was too engrossed in my computer work to come home in the other holidays. Now two things happened that July. I turned eighteen in June, but the July break meant I was on the block for prime pulling-out time. Bugger, wrong season. Even Joy was working rolling on. She followed after me, as she mainly worked evening shifts at the club. Mum and Dad had gone into Mildura on this pivotal day.
We sat down among the winter vines for a break. It was still warm in the sun. We got to talking.
"So Gus, have you got a girlfriend yet?"
I shook my head.
"Well, have you ever taken a girl out?"
"No."
"So I assume you have never kissed a girl."
"I know it might disappoint you, but I have been busy."
"Disappoint is the wrong word. But be careful how you answer the next question. I want the truth. Do you actually like Girls?"
"Yes."
"I mean sexually."
"I think so."
"Okay, the other alternative is boys."
"No, no, definitely not Boys."
"Any girls remotely interested in?"
"Sort of, but please don't ask any more questions it's embarrassing."
"Ok little brother, but I will want to hear of some more action next time you are home. You don't mind if I take my shirt off, do you? I want to get some sun."
"Ah, no, it's not like I haven't seen..., but aren't you worried that your brother gets to see them?"
"I think you are the only one I'm not worried about."
"Can I ask some questions?"
"Sure, fair's fair."
"Are you seeing anyone?"
"Not at the moment."
"Has a boyfriend actually felt those?"
"Well, sort of. But I still had a bra on."
"Oh, I thought you might you know be..."
"I'm saving myself."
"So then you are a, a, ..."
"A virgin, yes."
"Oh. "
"So I get to see your tits, but others don't."
"That's what I mean. Do you want to feel them?"
"What?" I thought a bit, of course, I wanted to feel them. Who wouldn't?
"Here, time to at least have some experience."
Joy knelt in front of me and took my hand. Her breasts were so close. She put my hand on one. They were soft, sort of squishy and her nipple was hard in my palm.
"That feels nice Gus. Put your other hand up."
Suddenly I was holding two boobs. Big boobs at that. Brown well tanned boobs. My Sister's boobs.
"I think you just grew up a bit Gus." Then she looked down at me. "No correction, up a lot."
I died on the spot. I was so excited to touch a boob I went hard without realising. My penis was sticking right out, tenting my shorts.
I was so embarrassed I pulled my hands back and covered my obvious problem. I was sitting she was kneeling.
"Sis, please leave, god how embarrassing."
"From what I can see you do not need to be embarrassed."
But she took pity on me, stood, put on her shirt, then began rolling on.
