This is my first stab at this so any comments would be greatly appreciated. All characters are entirely fictional and 18 or over. Please bear with the story as it does take a little while to develop. Thank you.
Chapter 1
It had not been easy since my loss...our loss...six months had gone by and although we missed Mom, Pa did especially. The fateful day it happened I was 19, at college and struggled to take in what my lecturer tried to tell me...how could my Mom and twin brother, Nathan be taken from us by a hit and run killing them instantly ...?
I remember still...as if it were yesterday...Pa waiting for me as I came out leaning by his pick-up and Fergil, my elder brother by two years at the wheel. As I approached...I was numb...could barely walk and Fergil...bless him...saw this...came out and was the first I collapsed into...but no tears...Pa approached slowly and was obvious he had been crying but trying to hide it...
"Samantha..."
And he hugged me closely...although it was my given name I was rarely called that, preferring 'Sam'...The three of us held each other for an age with no words said or needing said...it was cold...I was cold...but not because of the temperature.
Now...these six months had gone by...I was home...having finished my second year...unsure if I would go for my third...nursing was tiring me...Pa worked all the hours of the day...or it seemed like it and Fergil, who had a part-time business was home too to help with the ploughing, sowing, seeding and harvest. It was to be Nathan taking it on but all that had changed and although Pa had tried to convince Fergil, he said he would help but it was not him...I had not been asked...not that I minded but the second year at college I struggled with and...I was thinking...
I heard Pa leave...he fed the few cows we had left their supplement and let them out but today...we were to bring home the ewes from the hill and they needed dipped. Without the sheep...Pa and...well all of us would have been finished...We had near 200 now...all purebred Texels and next to lambing and shearing...this was the only other task they required for they tended for themselves...
As I came downstairs Aunt Sally was busy in the kitchen with breakfast...she came five months ago after Uncle Jack passed on from the debilitation of cancer...Mom's sister...Fergil and I suspected...Pa's 'bit on the side'...what else could the moans be late at night from Pa's room...?
I went out and fed the ducks, geese and chickens and talked to them as I always did...Fergil greeted me as he came out of the barn...
"Its' about time sleepy-head...!"
And caressed my red locks which I did not tie up this morning but I grinned at him only.
After breakfast...Aunt Sally had had an appointment at the doctor's and didn't drive so Pa was going to make a day of it...get some animal feed and they'd go shopping which left Fergil and I to bring down the ewes with the two dogs...not a problem as we had done it before. Fergil and I left with the dogs sitting in a box trailer behind the quad with me sitting in with them and Fergil driving...
It did not take us long to round them up...the dogs did the work pushing them on and Fergil walking at the rear...we'd pick up the quad later. An hour gone and with little mishap on the five mile walk...the sheep were home and we decided a quick sandwich then we'd crack on...
Pa still liked the ewes dipped even though there are modern equivalents but...it was straightforward however...it needed someone with strong hands to force the drench gun down the sheep' mouth and hold it...where Fergil came in...My job usually was to make sure they kept flowing through and more importantly...dipped under the water solution. Past experience taught me it was a hot, sticky task so...
Fergil was waiting for me when I came out...both dogs milling round his feet knowing they would be kept busy very shortly. As I approached he grinned at me and was obvious he gave me more than the once over...I had put on a pair of short shorts, duck shoes and one of Pa's old short sleeve shirts which were baggy...and put my shoulder length hair into a braid. My ass was one of my assets...pure heart shaped and my ex-boyfriend told me repeatedly I should 'show it off' more often...
"Well...are we going to make a start or...do you want me to pose for you...?"
Fergil grinned at me...he was taller than me and had Pa's build...went to the gym at least once a week when he could manage. Although he had his own place in town he would often stay over when needed and although there was a 'free' room now he could not sleep there...it would always be Nathan's room...
It was going well and near halfway through with the dogs working extra hard making our job easier...the sun was shining and we had both worked up quite a sweat. However...there was always one obstinate ewe that refused to go through so...in I goes and physically pushed her in and under however...I lost my footing and went all my length...in and under...drenched I turned and with Fergil laughing his head off I giggled also...
I knew the sun would dry me but everything was wet through and Pa's shirt was heavy now...without thinking...I began unbuttoning the shirt...
"Well...this has got to go...!"
And I took it off forgetting briefly I was in full view of my brother but...he was my brother...I attempted to fix my hair...unbraiding it with the intent of just leaving it free when I suddenly realized Fergil was no longer laughing...
He was gazing at me again...at my curves, slightly tanned skin, 5'6 frame and size B cups being held in place by my red bra...although 19, I never got to Mom's D. Feeling a little embarrassed
"If this bothers you I can go change...?"
It was like he was on another planet...
"Fergil...! I said...I could go and change if you want...?"
He smiled to me warmly and...
"No Sam...you stay exactly as you are...you are...you're beautiful sis...!"
I know I must have blushed for I felt suddenly very warm...
"I often do this in summer...just...you have not been around...Mom didn't mind and Nathan..."
And before I could stop myself...I was in tears...Nathan and I had been full twins and although I had cried and mourned him...I suddenly remembered him where Fergil was...shirtless...manly and very much...brother...Suddenly...arms drew me back and cuddled me close...Fergil...
"Still a bit raw...that's understandable Sam...I miss him...I miss them too..."
"I'm sorry..."
I bubbled but he pushed me back a little and smiled...
"Hey Sam...that's what big brother's do...try and be there...for the younger..."
I looked at him and he handed me a Kleenex for me to dry my eyes upon...
"Fergil...can you...hold me a little longer...please...?"
He again came close...put his arms around me and although his hands were dirty...he caressed my back...we were just cuddling when I felt this...mound become a little bigger and...I wondered...was he getting a 'hard on'...? I released him a little...gave him a peck on the side of his face then the briefest of kisses on the lips...
"Thanks Fergil...for being you...!"
And I hugged him...again...now there was definitely no doubt in my mind...his penis had grown...formed or...whatever...but...my nipples too were becoming harder and he must have felt it through the bra...He pushed me back but only a little...
"Em...we have a job to do..."
"Fergil...do you find me sexy...?"
There...it was out...it had been in the back of my mind...but now said...
