Life on the family farm
Part one
Our family have always been farmers. Our house has six bedrooms. Mom and dad have their own as well as my gramps and grandma. The young girls and boys each have separate rooms. The other two are for the adult women, my cousin and myself. The adult men, my brothers and oldest cousin sleep out in the top of the horse barn with the farm hands.
Our four cousins have lived with us for five years now as their mother died, their father, my mom's brother lost his job and the house and spends his time in the bottom of a bottle.
Together we live, work and play around the farm. My name is Susan, everyone simply calls me sue. I am the oldest Daughter. Life on the farm kept us busy and mostly out of trouble.
I moved into my own bedroom on my eighteenth birthday. I was so relieved. I now had privacy. I could get dressed privately and when nature stirred me up I could scratch that itch without fear of the others listening or seeing what I was doing.
Growing up on the farm we all witnessed the mating of the animals. We all knew what it was and giggled a lot. I always had a strong itch and curiosity when it came to sex.
Shortly after my eighteenth birthday on a particularly horny night I used a cucumber from the garden to scratch a deep burning itch in my vagina. Needless to say, I took my own virginity that night. I got carried away and plunged it in too hard when I had an orgasm.
It hurt, but I had a good tolerance for pain. I bleed, but it wasn't much. The next day I was sore and walking a bit stiff. Mom said something and I agreed with her that I must be due for my period.
Everyone wore jeans around the farm. The women would wear dresses and long skirts in the late spring through the early fall to allow air to cool us off while doing the chores.
I have started to wear my dresses and skirts with no panties when I'm not having my period.
One particular day I was sitting on a narrow bench outside the back door when my cousin Ron came up and started a conversation with me. He seemed to want the conversation to go on and on when I realized he was looking up my skirt at my naked vagina.
When I sat down I pulled the hem of my skirt up to my knees and had my knees apart to allow the air access to my bottom. I was peeling potatoes with the pot on the floor between my feet. Without thinking about it I gave Ron a Birds eye view.
I quickly got up and went into the house feeling the heat of embarrassment creep into my face.
From that point on, Ron hung around whenever he could. I noticed a few times that he would be adjusting the position of his penis through his jeans pocket to avoid me seeing he had a hard on. Most times I would slip away and pub my pussy while in the outhouse.
Today, someone was in the out house so I went into the calving barn. Leaning against a post I reached down and pulled up my skirt to proceed in rubbing my pussy to get off. Once I came I dropped my skirt and saw something shiny in the branding pen.
The branding pen had a pair of stocks that dropped around the calves neck to hold it in place so we could brand it. The gate was on the other end so I stuck my head through the stock to retrieve the object.
Bam, a loud and painful drop of the upper stock beam came down on me trapping me behind my neck and head.
Just then, cousin Ron came walking up behind me saying well well what do we have here. He reached down and ran his hand over my upturned ass.
Get me out of here I yelled. Don't touch me. As Ron lifted my skirt and started fondling my wet pussy.
Ron said " be quiet, you don't want me to tell you mom and dad that I caught you rubbing your naked cunt in the calving barn" Not to mention you've been running around like a downtown whore with no panties on.
Your dad would skin your hide, he added as he was now plunging his finger into her sodden wet pussy. Damn, this cunt is wet, he exclaimed.
