Three Siblings and a Farmhouse

All characters engaged in sex are over 18.

*****

In the morning, Kelly sat up and stretched. Sarah lay on her back, daydreaming. It was Monday -- their day off because the markets were closed. Her brother Rob snored slightly. Kelly said to her sister: "I had a dream last night. The bed was, not shaking, but sort of rocking. Then you said 'he just fucked my bum' or something like that. She looked at her sister, who smiled back.

"It wasn't a dream, was it?"

"No."

Awake now, Kelly wanted to know. Rob would wake soon anyway. "What was it like? Did it hurt?"

"Yes, it hurt at first but once we started, it was very nice."

"

Very nice?

Still I bet you've done that before, though."

"Nope. First time ever in my bum."

"Really? Oh hey! That means your brother just sorta took your virginity."

"I guess so!"

Rob stirred, stretched, yawned. "What you two talking about?"

Kelly lay on her side, reached for his cock and squeezed it: "Did you really put this in her bum last night?"

"Oh. That. Well, yes I did little missy. Reckon if you behave like a good girl oughta, mebbes I might put it in your'n too one day."

His attempt at a klondike accent was pathetic and they told him so. It erupted into a tickling match, until Kelly said "Wait! I gotta go pee. And don't you

dare

stop me. I'm not changing the sheets!"

Rob and Sarah looked at each other and shrugged. Kelly edged out of bed, saying: "What?

What?"

Her siblings grabbed her, pulled her back onto the bed. Rob held her while Sarah tickled her. She protested, fervently at first: "No! No! The sheets."

It was Sarah who argued with her: "It's Monday. Need changing anyway."

"But the mattress!"

"Has a sweat-sheet on it. Won't matter."

Momentarily Kelly stopped wriggling, Rob eased off his tickling: "Any chance of appealing to your better sides to maintain my dignity?"

At the same time, Sarah said "Nope" while Rob resumed tickling, saying "Fat chance."

"Oh no! Fuck! All right, all right. What you want?"

Rob gestured with an open palm towards Sarah, giving her the honour of choosing.

"Oh, um. Yeah I know. Lay back and piss in the air."

"That all?"

"Well, now you mention it, make sure you piss on your own tits."

"You guys are perverted..." But she lay back, wriggled off her pyjama shorts, and went to get her top off too.

"No, leave that."

"Jesus, who put you in charge?"

"You did. It's that or tickling."

Kelly would have been happy with either, but wanted to please her -- increasingly kinky, older sister. She made a show of arranging her cotton top flat against her chest, bent her knees to plant her feet on the bed, and spread her pussy apart with her fingers.

Her first couple of spurts went straight up, hitting her thigh and hand. She adjusted, pushed and grunted out a small stream that arced up but fell short, on her belly. The fabric stuck to her, turned transparent. "This is impossible."

"Try!"

"You're still perverts...Nnngh"

She pushed, and was rewarded with a hissing stream that went high in the air and landed on her left breast. Rob watched, fascinated, as the fabric became transparent. Sarah was idly stroking her tits as she watched. She'd been naked all night, taking what warmth she needed from her brother's body.

Kelly tried again. Her stream was strong, it kept going, but she couldn't aim to reach her tits. It faded out. Her belly was drenched, the fabric transparent, crinkled over her tummy and one breast that she'd managed to wet.

Sarah knelt forward on the bed, got beside her sister, saying; "I'll help."

She held her pussy apart, aimed, and pissed on her sister's tits. It splashed, hissed, sputtered. Kelly giggled like a maniac, Sarah merely said: "Got you back for pissing on me in the bath."

"That was ages ago -- you been looking for revenge all this time?" She was laughing though. Rob watched as Sarah's pee spurted, dripped, then stopped. While idly looking at his little sister's tits through the drenched cotton top, he realised the reason they were so comfortable, so free with each other's desires was because it was always

fun.

Sex between them was always just good fun. No hassles, no worries. It made him smile.

Kelly got up, dripping wet, pulling the sodden garment away from her body. "OK, you had your fun but I'm not cleaning that up." Rob knew when to retreat and they ran off leaving Sarah with the mess. She yelled after them: "At least make the bloody coffee, then!"

It rained. The industry had the day off, there would be no buyers or deliveries. Kelly got playful and went outside in the rain, stark naked, dancing like a harem queen. Sarah and Rob watched from the porch, sipping hot coffee.

"Rob. She's still young at heart. I'm almost 35, you're what, 24? We've both had, er, normal relationships. I'm scared for her though. She's never known anybody, like, that way, except us. Are we fucking up her head for the future?"

"Yeah, worried me too. But you know what she told me yesterday?"

"No, what."

"OK, when she tells you, act like you didn't know. She's keen on a bloke at Dixon's. He asked her out."

"That's great! Why did she tell you, though?"

"She asked if I'd mind -- she'll ask you as well."

"What did you say?"

"I told her I wanted her to be happy, and if he, or anybody else, made her happy that was enough for me."

"Good answer. She OK with that?"

They watched her gyrate and dip, then wash her hair in the torrent.

"Yeah. She said: 'What about the sex? Will you miss it?' And I said 'of course, but it's your choice. Yours and yours only'."

"Rob, come here and give me a hug." He did. She planted a big kiss on his forehead then sat on his lap. "So, what if you met a girl? Would you still, wanna, with me?"

"I don't really know. Won't know unless it happens. But, well, I love you, and I love her, like sisters. But the sex..."

"The incest..."

"Yes, the incest. That's different. It's fun sex, free sex. None of us is ever gonna plan out a baby nursery or have to take little Johnny to the cricket, so it can stay, well, just fucking."

"Just fucking?"

"Yeah."

"You have a wise head on your shoulders, mate. HEY KELLY! HOW COLD IS IT?"

"NOT COLD AT ALL. GET NAKED, JOIN ME."

Sarah got off her brother's lap, slowly teased as she stripped right there, arms length away, then turned, slapped her buttocks at him, and went down the steps to dance naked in the rain with her sister.

Rob watched. Sarah rinsed Kelly's hair, then turned so Kelly could do the same. Through the din of the rain on the ground and pelting the tin roof, he heard Sarah say: "Are you good and clean?" Kelly nodded. "Good!" Then she grabbed her, tripped her and wrestled her to the ground. Kelly squealed, but didn't resist as her sister sat astride her thighs, bent, and kissed her lips tenderly. She arched her neck to return her kiss, mud sploshing her sides, coating her back, her ass.

Rob sipped coffee and watched them as easily and naturally as if they were washing the ute. Kelly tried to tip Sarah over, into the mud, but wasn't strong enough. Sarah kissed her mouth again, then scooted down to kiss her nipples. Kelly took the opportunity and wrestled her over. Now Sarah sloshed in the red-brown mud, it coated one breast, but she let her sister get on top.

Kelly sploshed the puddle onto Sarah's breast to wash it, then let the rain finish the job. Sarah looked up, blinking as the raindrops hit her face. Rob watched, but couldn't hear.

Sarah was telling Kelly how beautiful she'd become. How any man would be lucky to have her. Kelly said: "He told you, didn't he?"

"Oh sorry, don't be angry at him. He... We both love you and want only what makes you happy. With, or without us. OK?"

Kelly pulled her sister up and was sitting on her lap, hugging her. The rain washed glad tears from her eyes. Kelly said: "Sarah, I don't know if I'll want Rob, like, to compete with Jason. But, well, Jason doesn't have tits or a pussy. Like you do."

Sarah understood. They made a sister's pledge not to say anything to Rob, Kelly needed to be sure one way or the other. Then she delighted Sarah by saying: "Of course, you can fuck him as much as you want.

I

won't be jealous!"

They laughed, stood, washed each other down in the pelting rain. Still Rob watched his sisters, but somehow he knew something had changed.

Without words, over the next few days Rob knew to leave Kelly alone, make no sexual advances or caresses. Sarah confirmed it, telling him once, "Thanks Rob. Let her figure it out."

Unusually for the three of them, each left the other alone apart from work stuff. Days passed. Kelly went on four dates with Jason and spent a lot of time with him. They knew him, he worked for one of their distributors. He was a good lad, hard-working and honest.

Kelly didn't say much, but Sarah took her aside for a big-sister chat. Rob knew his place and stayed well away.

"How's Jason?"

"He's good. He wants me to go to Flanagan's on Saturday for the dance."

"You going?"

"Maybe. Probably. But..."

"No secrets?"

"Well, I wanna let him, y'know, fuck me. But it feels like, I mean, I'm nervous."

"Why?"

"What if he figures out I, well, know too much."

Sarah hugged her and said: "Yeah. I see what you mean. I know. Why not pretend you don't want to. Let him feel you up a bit, then stop him and say 'I'm not sure, Jason, I'm scared' or something. I'm betting that if he has a heartbeat, he'll want to persuade you. Boys always do. Then, let him go a bit further. Then say 'Oh Jason, show me how?'"

"What if he doesn't know?"

"Boys always think they do, and they all wanna be the first."

"Will it work?"

"That's what I told Tony."

"Did he fall for it?"

"Hell yes!"

Kelly smiled, kissed her sister. Sarah lightened the mood: "And keep your cool, girl. Don't start with 'lick my pussy' or 'can I pee on you', not first time anyway."

Kelly blushed and grinned. Then Sarah suddenly realised: "Oh, if you do let him? Don't let him cum inside you unless he's using a condom. He can't know you're on the pill."

"Yeah, good point. Jesus if he doesn't try it after all this time..."

"Then he's gay or a Puritan."

Kelly laughed.

Saturday came around. Kelly was all nerves, Rob was too. He wanted to protect her, tell her Jason would regret it if her hurt her in any way, then realised the absurdity of it.

Sarah kissed her cheek and saw her off. Jason picked her up in a nice, clean pickup. That impressed Rob. He went back inside. Sarah watched his eyes. He said: "What?"

"You! You're like the father that just realised his baby is all grown up!"

"I know she's all grown up, believe me I know. That's why I'm worried. Poor Jason!"

Now Sarah laughed. It wasn't what was bothering him, she knew, but it would do for now.

"C'mon mister. Get on the couch and I'll give you a massage."

He lay face down, naked, while Sarah oiled and rubbed his shoulders, neck, back. His work made him supple, hard. She told him: "Get on the floor."

"Why?"

"So I can sit on your back. It's uncomfortable twisting like this."

He lay down, cradled his head in folded arms, and relaxed. Sarah sat on his buttocks. She worked his shoulders and back muscles feeling the tension there. It went on dreamily for a few minutes. She told him to roll over. When he did, he was hard. She looked at him, he shrugged as if to say: "What of it?"

Again she straddled him, but this time she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and simply sat on his cock. He gasped. It had been -- too long. She oiled his chest, rubbed, and gently rocked on his cock. Stopping only to take her top off, she resumed her steady rocking. Now she scraped his nipples with the backs of her fingernails, bent and kissed him, straightened to rock some more.

She put her hands behind her head, making her tits spread and sit up, as her hips ground, ever so gently, to milk her brother's cock with her pussy.

He watched her face, grinning, now frowning with pleasure, now eyes closed. They fucked slowly for some time, controlling lust for as long as possible, until he wanted to finish. He sat, still inside her, and lifted her up. He carried her to the table, she propped her arms on it. Rob held her hips up and fucked in increasing desire. Her thighs gripped his hips, urging him on.

"Did you need this, little brother?"

"Yes, so much."

"Me too. Ummpfh. Oh Christ, fuck me hard."

He did. Her arms buckled, Rob just lifted her up. He held her whole weight up now, she clung to his neck. He was vaguely aware of her hard nipples scratching his chest, and her wetness leaking over his balls. But even he could not hold her up for long. He carried her to the couch, they crashed onto it. His cock flopped out, she pulled him to the floor on top of her and quickly, deftly put it back in.

Her orgasm was brief, she shuddered for a few seconds before she stiffened, jerked, and relaxed. His own was a release of sexual tension. It didn't shatter the world, but it did empty his aching balls. Thick gobs pressed out of his cock, coating his sister's womb and tunnel, then he was done and fell gratefully on top of her.

After such a long break without sex, at first his cock stayed hard. They hip-fucked gently, while his cock twitched a few more times. She held him to her: "Oh I hope Kelly's having a good time. I don't know what the future holds for her, or for us even, but at least

we

know normal sexual relationships."

He wanted to pop her sullen bubble: "Yeah. Normal. Like your brother still inside you. That kinda normal."

She play-slapped his arm. "That's my point, stupid! It has become normal for us, we're OK with it. But incest

started off

as normal for her. For her, sex with someone

outside

the family is weird."

"Yeah, I know. But you know what? She's stronger than you think. She'll adjust, find her own way. Tell me though. Me and you. You want this to end?"

"No. Of course not."

"Not even if somebody else comes along?"

"Nobody will. Or if they did I'd tell 'em to fuck right off. Look, if you found a girl, great. My cunt will dry up and I'll die bitter and twisted, but I don't want another husband."

"Not even one that lets you fuck his sister?"

She laughed. "Maybe then! But no, actually. You, you little prick, are all I need. A good worker and a great fuck, but you can never be my husband."

Somewhere during the talking his cock deflated and slipped out of her.

"Sarah? Are you... You little bitch! You're pissing on me!"

She had to stop, laughing like a maniac, because she had to get away from him. He chased her outside, into the dark. She squealed when he caught her from behind, lifter her up. She pretended to struggle, like she always did.

"You peed on me while we were just talking!"

"Full of surprises, aren't I?"

He put his hand between her legs. "Piss some more."

She pushed, pushed again. A little spurt wetted his hand. He lifted it to his face, licked it, put his hand back there. She relaxed and managed another little spurt. This time he lifted it to her mouth. She wriggled away from him: "No way! Forget it!"

He chased her again, she pretended to struggle again. He tried to kiss her, she turned her head way shrieking: "Uh Uh. Not happening."

He kissed her tits instead. She put her hands on his head and pushed. "Kneel down." He sat on his heels. They were in the middle of the flower shed, the filtered moonlight showed her translucent body. He knelt, waited, then it came. A strong stream of piss, silver in the moonlight, hissed from his sister and splashed his chest. It ran down to pool around his cock. She moved her hips to aim it there, pissing on his cock, then back up to his chest. In seconds, it was gone. Rob watched drips fall from her pussy lips, run down her legs.

"There. Now you can taste it properly. There's more if you want."

Rob stuck out his tongue, licked timidly at her pussy. It was not his first taste, but this was different. This time he was going to let his sister piss in his mouth.

A short spurt. Bitter, salty, mostly bitter. He opened his mouth again, she peed another spurt. This one was stronger, longer, and it made him gag. He spat it out.

"Don't like it?"

"Not really."

"OK."

She squatted, pointed herself at him, and pissed the last faltering stream onto his twitching cock. She kissed his lips, tasting her own pee in solidarity with him. "Yeah, not great is it?"

"Well, I tried it. Still love when you pee for me, though."

"Good. Here's a prediction. No, a promise. I won't get tired of pissing for you as long as you want to watch. Deal?"

"Fuck yeah. Great deal."

She stood and pulled him up. Go take a shower. I'll mop the floor -- Kelly will be home soon and she might want to bring Jason inside. Might look a bit funny to a normal young man."

Hand in hand they went back inside. Rob wished they could stay out in the full moon, he loved the way it made her skin silver, glowing, but she was right. It was Kelly's night and their little episode was a sideshow.

They almost never watched TV, but tonight Sarah sat with her legs up under her with Rob's arm around her. In any other household they might have been partners. They saw headlights approach, flickering through the trees, then heard the engine. With hearts in their mouths, they realised they dreaded losing her to an outsider. But it would be her choice. The car stopped. They wanted to sneak a peek and waited like worried parents for ten minutes. Rob tried to stand, Sarah pulled him back down. The vehicle pulled away in the dirt, moments later Kelly came into the house.

She knew they ached for news but told them nothing. "Cold drink?"

"We've already got one, thanks."

"Oh. I'll pop a can then. It was hot in Flanagan's." She smiled behind her can, saying; "Hotter in the pickup though. Even with the aircon on."

Riob couldn't bear it: "Oh for fuck's sake Kelly. Did he...did you..."

"What?"

Sarah laughed at Rob's discomfort and how easily Kelly was baiting him.

"Come sit here, Kel. Tell us about your night. And don't leave out any details or Rob won't be able to cope."

"OK, short version. Flanagan's, dancing, drinking, a little kissing. Outside Flanagan's, more kissing, he paws my tits. I stop him told him I wasn't sure." She winked at Sarah, who said "Good Girl."

Rob looked confused, but the girls kept their secret.

"Then, I say, 'can we go for a drive, somewhere private?' He says, 'sure' and off we go. We park down by the river. Near the bridge. More kissing, this time he goes straight under my skirt. I trap his hand, tell him I'm scared. He says he understands, he really likes me, wouldn't hurt me, yadda yadda. Shit, it was like one of those 1980's teen flicks. Then I say..." She looked at Sarah and they said it together:

"I'm scared,

s

how me how, Jason!"

They fell about in raucous laughter. Rob was stone-faced. "How did you know, Sair?"

"Women's intuition. Go on, Kel."

She giggled and said: "He pushes his hand up further. I pretend to hold my thighs closed. Then I open them, he gets his hand on my panties. Oh from there on, it's all awkward fumbling and not enough room in the front seat. Yeah, he got in me. I let him, he didn't last long. Still got his cum drying on my bum."

Her siblings laughed with her. She was so mature all of a sudden. Confident. Sure of herself. They didn't ask the question, but she answered it anyway: "It was OK. Fun. I doubt if he's 'the one' for me though. Still, I might have some fun with him."

There was silence, then she spoke again: "Rob? It wasn't

all that,

but he did get me pretty horny. Whaddya say, bro? Wanna fuck your sister?"