All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.
The grounds of Tremblay Plantation were a graveyard for hobbies. Our family wasn't idle rich, but all of us had plenty of leisure time. The history was everywhere. The old cobwebbed boathouse was from grandpa's fishing days. Gloria Tremblay had been so excited at the discovery of Neptune that she had a miniature observatory built with a state of the art (at the time) telescope. It stood empty and neglected. A little farm with crops, chickens, pigs, and goats stood near the edge of the property. It had been there since the French days and was still kept alive by the help.
Mostly this would mean that we would have occasional fresh meat or vegetables from Armand, who was in charge of the farm. Also, when we were little Flora would beg Mom and Dad every month or so to let her keep a pig or goat inside as a pet. The stables were adjacent to the farm, and that was where I was headed.
"Afternoon, Mr. Trip," Armand said when I got close enough. He and a farmhand were carrying bales of hay. Armand had always been there, and now his curled hair was more gray than black and he wore glasses.
I shook his hand, patting him on the back. We chatted about the horses. It was still the three horses that Mom had bought Flora years ago, Amethyst, Glitterhoof, and Jake. Glitterhoof was the most easygoing and I had ridden her quite a bit before I left. Sure enough, she whinnied hearing our conversation. Heading toward the stables, I made a mental note to get something for Armand. When I entered the stables, the horses nickered and snorted with excitement, as they knew I had treats whenever I came. Each horse got a carrot, which they snatched eagerly from my hand.
Patting Glitterhoof's velvet nose, I asked, "Did you miss me, girl?" She blew a puff of air in my face, and I patted her side. A white and brown spotted appaloosa, she was the most docile of the three. Flora had tried painting her hooves with Mom's nail polish years ago. Armand hadn't seen her come in, and Dad chewed him out for letting her get in unsupervised. Flora might have been hurt if she had tried that with the other horses.
Outside Glitterhoof trotted contentedly, flapping her lips and snorting as I rode her around the property. Too bad Flora was scared to ride her, I thought. Mom had tried to get Louise riding, but she preferred just feeding them. Armand had made sure they were properly exercised and cared for.
We passed the old observatory, rotting and covered in vines like the earth was trying to reclaim it. The place was probably full of hornets and spiders and rats. I took Glitterhoof around the outside of the property, and we passed the ancient rubble of the old slave quarters. From a distance they were only grass covered mounds, but once you got close, you could see the heaps of brick among the foliage. They always gave me the creeps. It reminded me of the misery and horror that had been just business as usual here. According to Louise, our family was still part of the same kind of thing around the world. I didn't like to think about it.
Being out gave me time to think. I wasn't much for thinking about the future and now I didn't really know what I could do here. I could tell you about Don Quixote or Pedro Almodóvar's films, but I didn't have much in the way of practical skills beyond mixing drinks. Careers were a bit of a farce in our family anyway. The only go-getter in our generation was my cousin Chelsea, who followed Dad around the world assisting him in business. Louise thought she "assisted" him in other ways too. Like father, like son, I thought. Louise herself had dropped out of university after only a single semester. She spent most of her time streaming, playing video games, ingesting various substances, and fucking. Ironically, Flora was the family's last hope to be something more than idle rich, but Mom and Dad treated her like an afterthought.
It was muggy out, but not raining. There were breaks here and there in the clouds, and it wasn't long before I was dripping with sweat from the heavy air. We approached the orange grove, Glitterhoof thumping in the soft grass. It wasn't the right time of year for them, so they sat green on the branches. There were a few mossy wooden picnic tables around, assembled years ago by the help.
Flora. It had been a couple of days since I railed and filled her up in the pool house. The days since had been eventful. I would come across her in the kitchen or living room. All it would take was a look from her or for her to whisper in my ear how wet her "kitty" was for me and I would be tearing her pants off, sliding my cock into her and making her scream. We had fucked in the hallway, the living room, the laundry room, the library, and even outside on the veranda. Sometimes she came up on me like a ghost and I didn't even know she was in the room. Every time Flora climaxed, twitching and wailing. It had earned me a few side-eyes from Louise, who knew something was up even though she was in and out of the house.
Over only a couple of days I had taught her to suck my dick and among her erotic mutterings would be requests for a taste. Her hazel eyes and freckled face looking up at me would make me cum embarrassingly fast. I loved seeing her cum when we fucked face to face. In a perverted way, it triggered the big brother instinct in me, to teach and guide her. Other times I bent her over and her sweaty, fragrant ass jiggled in front of me in time with her moans. Being out here was one of the only times I was away from her scent. Either her sweaty clothes on the floor, or her breath during our kisses, or the smell of her on my cock when I peed would remind me of her. Just the thought of it caused my member to stir.
"Trip!" I heard behind me as I looked at the green oranges. Speak of the devil. There she was, approaching me from the house, a spring in her step. Flora had on a pair of white and red gym shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. Her bouncing tits and protrusive nipples told me she had no bra on. Her brown hair was blown out and frizzed around her head in the humidity.
As she approached I saw an apple in her hand. Glitterhoof did too. The horse nickered and slowly came to her. "Hey Possum," I said to her. She was beaming at me. She offered the apple to the horse, who gobbled it up. "She's getting spoiled today, I already gave her a carrot."
She giggled, flustered by my presence. Her face was already red and shining with sweat. "I was looking for you," she managed.
I dismounted, and she surged toward me. Our lips touched without pretense, and we devoured each other. She hummed and puffed air out of her nose, her kisses ravenous. With our heads sideways, our teeth clicked together. My body rushed and my cock unfurled, rubbing against her thigh.
When we parted she said, "You're excited," and laid her hand on my cock. "I woke up really horny, Trip. I'm glad I found you."
We kissed again, and my hand travelled up her body, clutching her heaving breast under her top. Her skin was wet and slick, and surprisingly cold to the touch. Her nipple was fully erect and poked into my palm. "I'm glad you found me, too," I said, running my finger around her stiff nipple. She knew just what to do when I ran my other finger over her lips and took it in her mouth, sucking it like it would pop and fill her mouth with cream.
"I want you to fuck me, Trip. I need your cock in me. I've waited too long today already." Behind me Glitterhoof, bemused, grunted and flapped her lips. Flora pulled her arms in and threw off her top, her large, pink nipples and freckled tits on full display. There was no one I could see around, not any of the help or the people next door.
"Damn, you are horny, Possum," I said. She squeezed my dick.
"You are too," she grinned.
"You want big brother to fuck you, Baby?"
"Mm-hmm," she nodded her head, her eyes innocent in sincerity.
I took her hand and pulled her, tits bouncing, to the nearest picnic table. She kissed me when we got there, and our bodies flapped together mixed our mutual sweat. She pulled her shorts down, her brown bush standing out against her white skin. She faced me and started to pull my pants off. My dick popped up like a diving board and she seized it. "It's so good Trip." She got on her knees and licked the precum off the tip. Already she was pushing me toward her orgasm.
"Hold on, Possum," I said to her and taking her spotted shoulders, brought her up. "Don't girls like to go slow?"
"I just can't wait Trip. I was thinking about you when I woke up. I have to have your cum inside of me."
"Shh," I said, and bent down to kiss her lips, then her neck. She sighed into my ear. "I know how to take care of my little sister, you just need to settle down and trust me."
"Sorry, Trip," she muttered, and clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Again, Possum? It's like you want to be punished," I said.
"I want to be a good girl for you, Trip," she whimpered. I grabbed a handful of her slippery belly.
"God damn, you feel so good. I didn't know my little sister would get a sexy body like this."
Flora giggled, and I continued kissing down her body. I came to her nipple, and ran my warm tongue around it. The salty sweat tickled my tongue. "You like my boobs?" she giggled.
I looked up at her. "Of course I do. Look how big and juicy they are." Flora squealed when I gave her other tit a pinch.
