I was born in the late 60's and grew up in a very rural area with my mom, step-dad and stepsister on a 112-acre farm. It didn't make a lot of money, not near enough to support all us, but if things went well it helped pay for Christmas and vacations.
Since I never really knew my biological father and my step-sister (Betty) never knew. her biological mother, I'm going to dispense with the use of "step" for brevity. I was a late surprise for my parents, whereas my sister was an early surprise. The really weird thing is we share the same birthday, albeit 14 years apart, along with mom. There was a point, while I was in puberty, that I made what I thought at the time were subtle hints and flirts (They were not!). Betty just laughed it all off and flirted and teased a bit to see how I'd react. At times, her friends would join in the fun, at my expense.
Growing up, I'd always been shy, quiet, and introverted, preferring to do things alone for the longest time. Living in the middle of nowhere, this was probably for the best. The nearest neighbor was a over half mile down the dirt road, and our small town, with one K-12 school was over ten miles away. The nearest large city, where we went shopping was over 75 miles away.
The farm kept us busy enough to stay out of trouble for the most part, but not too busy. If nothing else, we learned good work ethic. We had a two-story house with a basement, two-car garage, patio/porch, and even an above-ground pool. Also, we had a tractor and equipment shed, a chicken coop, a pump house, and an old dairy barn and horse stables we used for storing hay and housing the 3-4 horses, 2-3 dairy cows and 6-10 hogs up when the cows and horses weren't out grazing.
The house had four bedrooms, three (including the master bedroom and bathroom) were on the second story along with another bathroom. The fourth bedroom was a guest room/office on the ground floor and was only used as a bedroom when our grandparents visited. We had a huge living and dining room and a big kitchen. The basement actually opened to a small patio on the downhill side of the house. It too had a bathroom, the laundry room, a huge playroom and a big storage room.
Our parents both worked long hours, so we had daily chores. My sister got married and moved out when I was 14. However, by the time I was 17, my sister had divorced her husband for cheating on her. She threw him out of their house, and for a while I would stay with her on weekends, just to get away, but it was a treat. Unable to keep up her house payments on just her salary, she finally sold the house and moved back in.
The Story:
About a month after my 18th birthday (also my sister's 32nd, and mom's 50th), the phone rang very early one Saturday morning and dad answered it. I was awakened by his yelling and cussing, "WHAT?" ..."WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!"..."YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!!! Mary [my mom], you need to get down here and talk to YOUR sister!" Then mom got on and the yelling, without the F-bombs, but with a lot more pointed questions.
I heard mom get off the phone and then her and dad talked for a minute before coming back upstairs and explaining to Betty and me that mom's sister and her husband were busted by the "Feds" (DEA) for growing, possessing and selling marijuana. To make matters worse, this was not the first time they had been busted, so they were in jail and our cousins were in a Protective Services shelter because despite both being 18, they were still in high school.
Mom was going there to get my two cousins from Protective Services and bring them here until all this could be straightened out. While they were very angry with my aunt and uncle, they knew it wasn't my cousins' fault and they weren't going to leave those girls in a shelter. Since dad and Betty had to work, she asked me to clear some clutter in the guest room clean and dust it, and then make the bed. Mom got a few things together and left to go get my cousins. It would take 5-6 hours to get there. Then she would have to see about getting my cousins and maybe helping my aunt and uncle get out on bail and find a place since they could no longer stay at their house because it was seized.
Once mom left, dad told Betty that a lot of the "clutter" as mom called it was hers from when she moved back in and he reminded her that she was asked to go through it all and get it out of there before. Betty had about 15 boxes, a few bags and suitcases, and some odds and ends. She agreed to get what she could before work and then offered to bring me a pizza from town for dinner, if I took care of the rest and I agreed.
Betty only took 3-4 boxes and a couple of suitcases downstairs to the storage room before she left for work, leaving me with the rest. I went out to do chores and get in my morning ejaculation. The barn had been a place I went to jack off while doing morning and afternoon chores. It was private and I could see people coming out of the house. I even had a stash of dirty magazines hidden throughout the barn. At first, I was careful and went up to the hay loft and peaked out of a vent overlooking the house and yard. However, I had became more lackadaisical about it as time passed.
When I was done with chores and jacking off, I went in for breakfast and then would start on the guest room. Betty left a bit of a mess that morning when a box had a bottom fall apart as he picked it up. I got some tape, fixed the box, and started putting her things back inside it. Then I came across an envelope, folded over lengthwise with several wraps of shipping tape around it and marked "Private." Naturally, I opened it and discovered 15-20 Polaroid photos of Betty, (who is 5'8, average build, and had a 34B-C bust back then), either wearing next to nothing in 4 or 5 skimpy outfits, or totally naked. One of the photos was shot from above and Betty was on her knees sucking some guys cock, presumably her ex-husband.
My cock immediately got rock hard! Since I was alone, I took the photos to the bathroom and laid them out on the toilet where I proceeded to jack off. I came almost instantly. I had never seen or thought of my step-sister that way, and the thoughts of it made me hard again within just a few minutes, so I jacked off again.
When I was finished, I grabbed all the photos and put them in my pocket to go stash outside later. This photos of Betty would give me something for jacking off for a while, even a wet dream or two. I wanted to go through the rest of her boxes, including the ones she already carried downstairs to see if there was more. But I only had time that day to go through two more, and I didn't find anything else like those photos.
I got the guest room finished just in time for my afternoon chores and ejaculation. Like earlier, those photos of Betty made me cum twice before I finished and went back inside. I must have stared at Betty a bit too long when she got home with the pizzas because she asked me if I was OK. I immediately snapped out of it and just told her I was just tired and hungry. The truth was, I could feel my cock getting hard just looking at her. My lustful thoughts quickly went away when dad pulled up and came in.
Mom spent two days there getting my cousins (Shelly & Cindy) along with some of their belongings out of the house (under police supervision), and visiting with my aunt and uncle and their lawyer who was working on getting them out on bail.
My cousins were both 18 and born only 10-11 months apart, and my aunt and uncle decided to hold Shelly back and start her in kindergarten with Jan. Shelly is 5'7, slender, and had a 32B bust at that time. Cindy, who was born only five days after me, is 5'6, medium build, and had a 36D bust (they've since become DDs). Both of them claimed to be virgins to me, mainly due to their parents being overprotective with them when it came to boys. And since my aunt had Shelly at 16, and it was no family secret according to my mom, I believed it.