Home On The Farm

My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana.
Living out in the country was pretty much a dull and
restricted sort of life for teenagers. Since we had to
ride the school bus, we had no opportunity to
participate in extracurricular school activities–it
was off to school in the morning and back home right
school was out. This schedule cut down on our
opportunities for dating, too, since it gave neither of
us much chance to develop any kind of serious
friendships or romantic relations with others our age.

This wasn’t that much of a problem to me–I was shy
around girls, and being tall and skinny without much in
the way of redeeming good looks, I probably would have
had a hard time getting dates anyway. Sis, though, was
different. She was pretty. Well, in fact, she was more
than pretty, she was downright beautiful. Petite at
five-foot-two and 100 pounds, with long blonde hair,
blue eyes, and a figure that could have easily gotten
her elected to cheerleader, Beth could have had almost
any boy in school if she had the opportunity and set
her mind to it.

Beth and I never played “doctor” or “you-show-me-yours-
and- I’ll-show-you-mine” games. Oh, we sometimes talked
about sex, but we never went beyond that point. Our
parents were very strict, and discussion or mention of
sexual subjects was a family taboo. That home
atmosphere, together with a natural shyness we both
seemed to have, prevented us from any type of overt
sexual exploration with each other.

This is not to say I wasn’t interested in sex, because
I was. The truth was that I stayed horny most of the
time. Since I had no opportunities to get rid of my
horniness by dating and having sex with girls, I
relieved myself by masturbation. Invariably, it was
Beth I fantasized about when beating off. Even though I
had never seen Beth nude, I had seen her in a bathing
suit down at the creek and in shorts and halter around
the house, so I could develop good mental pictures of
what a naked Beth might look like. These pictures
filled my mind as I played my solitary sexual games.

One day, though, when I was sixteen and Beth fifteen, I
decided the mental pictures were not enough–I wanted
to see in real life what Beth looked like without any
clothes. Since Beth never went around the house
unclothed, I could do this only by peeking through the
keyhole in the bathroom when she was taking a shower.
One evening our parents were out in the barn when Beth
went into the bathroom and I decided to take advantage
of the opportunity. I waited until the shower started
running and then went and stooped by the door and
looked through the keyhole. One of the floor boards
outside the bathroom squeaked loudly when I stepped on
it and I hoped Beth didn’t hear it. Apparently she
didn’t because she began to take the towel from around
her body. Just one second more and I would be able to
see Beth’s lovely body. That second didn’t come,
though, because Dad shouted at me at just this time–
yelling and raising hell all over the place. Dad had
come into the house without my hearing and caught me in
the act of playing Peeping Tom.

Both my parents shamed me in front of Beth and
threatened a severe beating if I ever pulled a stunt
like that again. This absolutely and completely
embarrassed me, and I was almost afraid to look Beth in
the eye. She never mentioned it, though, and acted as
if everything were okay. Not once, in later life was
the subject ever brought up. Not once, either, did I
ever try again to peep at Beth.

Beth and I both finished growing up. I went to college
and so did Beth. After we finished college, I got a job
in Los Angeles and Beth in Philadelphia. We saw each
other only on visits back to the farm, and gradually we
drifted apart, with occasional letters being our only

Neither of us married. I don’t know what reason Beth
had for staying single, but my reason was shyness
around girls and a rather plain appearance. Also, in my
mind the ideal girl was one just like Beth, and I could
never find a girl that measured up to her standards. We
may have no longer been close to each other, but Beth
was still very much in my mind. In my pleasure
fantasies, it was still Beth I pictured. She was my
standard for female perfection and was the subject of
all my masturbatory dreams. I continued to keep a big-
as- life picture in my mind of how she would have
looked if I had been able to see her drop that towel
those years before.

Mom and Dad were killed in a car accident, and Beth and
I buried them in a cemetery near the farm. We didn’t
want to sell the farm house because it held so many
warm memories for us, so we kept the house and several
acres around it and sold the rest of the farm. The
property had substantially accrued in value, and we
each got a good sum of money from its sale.

Beth had been writing on a part-time basis and was
pretty good at it, having sold several magazine
articles. She decided that the money from the property
sale would give her the independence to quit her job
and take up writing full- time. She also decided that
the farm house would be an ideal place for her to live
while pursuing this career. This would be a good
arrangement for both of us–the house would be occupied
and maintained Beth would have a comfortable place to
live. She offered to pay me rent on my half of the
house, but I laughed her out of the idea, promising to
make up for it by coming to visit her often enough to
lay claim to my portion.

Several months passed without our seeing each other. We
wrote often, though, our friendship being renewed by
our recent mutual experiences. In every letter she
invited me to come visit, but my schedule never seemed
to allow it. Finally, though, I got a breather in my
work and decided to take some vacation–two whole weeks
to go back home to the farm, laze around, and visit
with Beth.

I arrived at the farm on a Saturday afternoon. It was
an exceptionally warm May day, with the sun beating
down and the temperature in the high 80s. When I drove
up, Beth was out working in her garden. She had her
back turned to me when I first got there and was
bending over some plants. All she had on was a pair of
brief running shorts and a halter that was little more
than a skimpy bra. I was presented with a picture of
the most stunning female backside I could ever recall
seeing. Beth’s square shoulders sloped downward to a
narrow waist and then curved out into perfect round,
firm buttocks. She was still a sylph of a girl, as
petite and well-shaped as she was when we were in high
school. The only way she might have changed was in her
breasts: they seemed even larger and more full than
they were then. I thought to myself.

Seeing her like that flooded my mind with memories of
our teenage years together. She was still as beautiful
as she was then, was still the perfect specimen of
femininity. All my fantasies came rushing back to me
and caused my face to flush in embarrassment at myself.
I thought angrily to myself.

These thoughts were quickly swept away, though. Beth
had heard me drive in and stood up and turned to me.
I ruefully told myself. And
beautiful she was. Still no more than 100 pounds, with
hair pulled back into a pony tail, shorts clinging
tightly to her flaring hips, and a fair amount of
cleavage showing above her well-filled halter, she
could have passed for a teenager.

When Beth saw it was me, she smiled and gave little
pleased laugh. She rushed out of the garden and ran up
to where I was standing by the car. At almost a dead
run, she ran into my arms, pushing me back against the
car. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me
tightly. With her pushing me against the car, I could
feel her breasts against my chest and her hips pressing
against mine. My reaction was immediate–almost
instantaneously my cock swelled and filled the front of
my pants. I thought.

She pulled back and gave me light kiss on the lips.
“Jimmy, Jimmy,” she murmured, “you’ve finally come to
give your lonesome little sister a visit. But just look
at me! I wasn’t expecting you until later, and here I
am in my work clothes, covered with dirt and sweat.”

“Beth, you still look good, no matter what you wear,” I
said softly. I thought, noticing
the way her nipples made little points in the front of
her halter.

“Jimmy, you’re still just as sweet ever,” she said, her
face flushing slightly. “But let’s not stand out here
in this heat. Get your stuff and come on into the house
where it’s cool.”

I opened the car trunk, lifted out my suitcases, and
followed Beth into the house. With her only a few steps
ahead of me, I couldn’t help but notice her shapely
behind. Each buttock was firm and made little tick-
tocking movements in her shorts as she walked. Her legs
were tanned and had very good muscle tone. I decided
that she must do a lot of gardening and other outdoor
activities to keep herself in such good shape.

“You’re going to use your old room,” Beth said. “I kept
my old room and converted Mom and Dad’s room to my
writing studio. Come on, I’ll help you unpack.”

My room was much like I remembered it. A floor-to-
ceiling window, big pine dresser, and a double bed. I
put my suit- cases up on the bed and we took clothing
out and put it in the dresser and closet. As I turned
away from the closet, I noticed Beth putting my Jockey
shorts in the drawer. She was gently rubbing them,
right across the front opening. Beth saw me looking and
a light blush flowed across her face. “Boy, your
clothes sure got wrinkled in the suitcase, didn’t
they,” she said with an embarrassed laugh.

After we got all the clothes unpacked and put away and
the suitcases put in the closet, Beth said, “Jimmy, you
must be tired after that long drive. Why don’t you lie
down and rest while I go take a shower to get rid of
all my sweat and dirt.” She turned and left the room,
giving me another look at her magnificent ass and her
buttocks making their see- sawing motion under the thin
fabric of her shorts.

I pulled off my shoes and stretched out on the bed.
Closing my eyes, I tried to relax. At just about this
time, I heard the door to the bathroom close and water
start to run. The sound made me recall the time I tried
to peep at Beth in the shower. The memory of seeing
Beth about to drop her towel and display her body in
all its splendor had such an erotic effect on me that I
became as rock-hard as I had been those many years ago.

I remembered, too, that it was just the two of us in
the house. There were no parents to inhibit actions or
yell about what they considered improper. It fully
dawned on me that there wasn’t anyone to stop me if I
wanted to get rid of my years of frustration over
failing to see Beth nude. Without another thought,
almost without volition, I got off the bed and walked
down the hall to the bathroom. The keyhole was still
there, and I could hear the shower running behind the
door. Beth was in that shower and I could finally
realize my dream of seeing her nude. The shower stopped
then and it became quiet. She would soon be stepping
out of the shower, wet and dripping, with all her body
available for my sight. Quickly I stepped in front of
the door, preparing to stoop and look through the
keyhole. Without warning, the floor emitted a loud
squeaking noise. Just as it had done those many years
ago, the board in front of the door squeaked loudly
enough to hear all over the house.

Talk about deja vu! All the shame I had felt as a
teenager came rushing back to me. I almost looked
around to see if my father were there to lambast me. I
was filled with embarrassment–I knew Beth must have
heard the noise and that she would know exactly what it
meant. I stumbled back to my room, shut the door, and
laid down on the bed. Beth hadn’t said anything the
time it happened before; maybe she would just ignore
this time too.

In a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door.
“Jimmy?” Beth’s voice came in a whisper through the

“Yeah, Beth, come on in.”

Beth opened the door slowly and stepped into the room.
She was just like she was when I saw her through the
keyhole those many years ago, covered only with a towel
that extended from the top of her breasts to just below
her pussy. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she
was even more lovely than when had been a teenager. My
embarrassment faded with the vision, and I was filled
with an overwhelming feeling of love and desire for

I expected her to be angry, but she showed no sign of
anger. Instead of her eyes being angry and glaring,
they were warm and soft and there was a look of
wonderment on her face. In a soft, little voice, Beth
said, “Jimmy, were you peeping through the keyhole at

“I was going to, but the board squeaked, and I knew you
heard me, and I got ashamed, and all I did was come
back to my room, and I never did look,” I managed to
stammer out.

“You REALLY wanted to look at my body? You wanted to
look when we were kids and now you STILL want to look?”
she asked in that little-girl voice.

All I could do was drop my head and nod it a little.

“Jimmy, I heard the board squeak back when you tried to
look at me before. I knew you were peeping and I was
glad. I was going to take off the towel and let you see
all of me, except Dad stopped the show. Well, there
aren’t any parents around now, Jimmy, and you can look
all you want.” Slowly, she untucked the end of the
towel from the top of her breasts and loosened it
around her. She shrugged if off to the floor and she
stood there in tableau, completely nude.

My breath caught in a gasp. She was stunning! Her
breasts were high, the nipples pointing outward and
upward. Her slight frame made them seem even larger
than they were. Her waist was thin, no more than
twenty-four inches, and her hips swelled outward,
forming a perfect frame for the center of her sex
nestling between those thighs. Unlike her mane of
straight hair, her pubis was a matted sporran of kinky
blonde hair. It was a luxuriant growth that extended
halfway up to her navel and downward on the inside of
her thighs. She turned around slowly and gave me a view
of her backside. Her ass was everything I had imagined
it to be: firm, with rounded buttocks coming down to
little crease lines at the tops of her thighs. She
leaned over to give me a better view and I could see
the matted hair all between her legs and the lips of
her vagina, moist and slightly pouting open. My cock
tented out the front of my trousers in reaction.

She stood up and turned back to me. “Do you like my
body?” she whispered, her eyes drawn to the swelling at
my groin.

“Beth, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” I managed to get

Tears flowed from her eyes and she started kissing me
all over my face–on the forehead, the cheeks, the
nose. “Oh, Jimmy, I thought you didn’t care. Why do you
think I never married? Why I never went with boys? None
of them were as sweet and thoughtful as you. No man has
ever measured up to you, and I wouldn’t settle for

“But I’m just plain looking,” I said. “How could you
have considered me so special?”

“Looks don’t matter–it’s the heart that counts,” Beth

“Oh, Beth, I’ve felt exactly the same about you. YOU’RE
the reason I haven’t married. I wanted someone exactly
like you, but there’s only one you. I guess I was meant
to love just you.”

“And you’ve been my only love,” Beth whispered, lying
down on the bed beside me. We stared into each others
eyes and she reached behind my head and drew it to her
to kiss me again. Instead of my face, though, her lips
went to mine. The kiss was soft at first, then hungry
and demanding. Her tongue crept out and brushed back
and forth against my lips. I opened them and met her
tongue with mine. Tip to tip we stroked each other’s
tongue. Hers became more insistent and moved into my
mouth, slithering under my lip and into my cheeks. I
sought her mouth with my tongue and explored all her
secret oral recesses. Together, we lay there with eyes
closed and mouths wide open, caught up in our deep soul

My cock had already reached it’s full tumescence and
now it simply throbbed. Beth had her arms around my
neck and her body pushed against mine, so she could
feel it pulsing against it, a telltale of my raging
arousal. She scooted down on the bed a little and
pushed her groin against my throbbing manhood. Soon she
was pushing back and forward against it, in little
movements that were pushing me higher and higher up the
scale of passion.

I moaned softly and ran my hands down her bare, smooth
back. I stroked the indentation of the small of her
back and then moved my hands down to globes of
buttocks. I kneaded them gently and found they were
just as firm as I had imagined they would be. My
fingers moved into the crease between her globes and
traced the line downward. Beth raised one leg and
draped it over my hip, giving me opportunity to seek
out all her hidden secret places.

She was moist and slick, her feminine secretions
coating the space between her legs. One finger found
the beginning of her labial lips and insinuated itself
into the crevice. Beth moaned into my mouth as my
finger wormed its way into the hot pit of her sex,
seeking the gateway to heaven. The exploration was
successful and I slowly inserted my finger into Beth’s
hot internal region. She bucked against my finger and
then pushed against my jutting cock. I slowly worked my
finger out of the tightness of her hole and moved it
upwards, seeking out her little nubbin of pleasure.

I quickly found her clitoris, but it wasn’t just a
little nubbin–it was swollen and as big a pencil
eraser. In little circular motions, I brushed my
fingertip across and around the swollen clit. Beth
gasped and clamped her thighs together, stopping my
movements. She broke the kiss and gasped, “Oh, God,
Jimmy! No more! You’re about to make me come, and I
don’t want to come this way.” She rolled off the bed
and said, “Besides, it’s my turn to see your body now.
If it looks as great as it’s been feeling, it’s going
to be super.”

She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it back. I sat up
and she pulled it out of my trousers and completely off
me, tossing it to the floor. Her hands went to my belt
buckle, and she unbuckled my belt and undid the top
button of my trousers. Slowly, she pulled down my
zipper until it was at the bottom. She used both hands
in the process and gently massaged the bulge that lay
under the zipper. She went to the foot of the bed,
grasped my pants legs, and started to tug them towards.
I lifted my buttocks up so that they could come free.
They came off and she tossed on top of my shirt. She
removed each of my socks and added them to the pile.

She climbed up on the bed and straddled my shins, her
hands going down to the top of my Jockey shorts. “Now I
get to see if you match my dreams,” she said, and
pulled the shorts down to where my pubic hair showed.
Her hands were trembling as she struggled to get my
shorts off. My cock had swelled out the front of the
shorts and she had to stretch the waistband to its
maximum to work the fabric over my swollen cock and
balls. Finally, she succeeded, and my cock sprung to
attention, freed at last from its confinement.

“Oh, my God!” she said softly. She couldn’t take her
eyes from my seven-inch cock that was making little
jerking motions in time with my heartbeat. “It’s
magnificent. My dreams were never this good,” she
whispered, reaching out her hands to touch and fondle
my maleness. She ran her fingertips up and down the
shaft and traced the contours of my scrotum. Her
fingers moved through the pubic hair that sprouted
abundantly, and moved down between my thighs to stroke
me there. The whole head of my cock was slick and
glistening with pre-cum, and a little drop escaped
through the slit with each throb of my cock. She put
two fingers into the font and rubbed the head in little
circles. He fingers moved to the underpart of my glans
and I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. Beth then
finished removing my shorts and now we were both
completely nude, our bodies totally revealed to each

Beth stretched out on the bed beside me. We were each
on our sides facing each other. Silently, we looked
into each other’s eyes. She reached out her hand and
stroked my cheek. “Jimmy, I love you. I’ve always loved
you, and now I love you even more.”

“I love you, too. I’ve fought against it, but it wasn’t
any use. You’ve always been in the center of my dreams,
and I guess I’ve loved you since we were kids.” I
wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Our
lips met in a soft, tender kiss.

Tenderness soon grew to passion, though, and our kiss
became more urgent. Tongue fought against tongue, and
our lips nibbled at the others. My cock was pressed
between our bodies and smeared both of us with seminal
secretions. Beth’s hips ground into me as she tried to
get even closer. I pushed myself downwards and allowed
my cock to move into the vee of Beth’s thighs. It
parted her labia and the head made contact with her
clitoris. She held me even tighter and made little
circular motions with her hips. Her lips spread to
their widest, circling my mouth, sucking on my lips.
Her breathing came in gasps and made little moaning
sounds. She pulled away and said, “I want you love me
completely now. I want you make a woman out of me, to
do what I’ve wanted you to do ever since we were kids.”

“You’re still a virgin?” I asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’ve been keeping it for the day
you would take it. I’ve known since we were kids that
this would happen someday.”

“Beth, I’m still a virgin, too,” I whispered into her

“Oh, Jimmy, you’re so beautiful and sweet, and I love
you so much for being a virgin.”

Beth pulled away from me and rolled onto her back. “I
can’t wait any longer. Make love to me, Jimmy. Love me
the way I’ve been longing for.”

I sat up and looking down at Beth stretched out. She
was so beautiful and tantalizing I was almost overcome
with emotion. I would always want to love and protect
her, and even under these conditions I had to think of
her welfare. “I don’t have any protection. What if you
get pregnant?”

“I won’t get pregnant. I started taking birth control
pills just as soon as I found out you were coming,” she
said with a little shy smile.

I realized then that she had wanted me as much as I had
wanted her. My love for her overflowed and I whispered,
“Ahhh, Beth.” Lovingly, I kissed her gently on the
lips. The kiss trailed down to her neck and then to her
breasts. Softly I lapped my tongue across one nipple
and then the other. With just the tip, I drew little
circles around each nipple, tracing the pink crepiness
of her areolae. She arched her back up to my mouth and
made soft “Mmmmmmmnnn” sounds. My hand traced down the
rounded contour of her abdomen and into the lush golden
thicket of pubic curls. Parting the hair, my fingers
found her secret crevice and gently stroked it. She was
wet with the hot flow of her arousal, and the crevice
was a slippery slide down into her womanly depths. With
little feathery motions I ran my fingers up and down
the furrow, stopping at the swollen bump of her
clitoris. Her hips moved up and down and gyrated in a
circular motion. Tremors ran through her body and she
moaned softly, unable to resist the pleasure waves
mounting higher and higher.

“Oh, God, Jimmy! Now! Now!” she shouted. “Do it now.
Put it in me now,” she said in a moaning voice, trying
to pull me on top of her.

I quickly moved between her legs and spread them apart.
My cock was rigid and throbbing, poised just above her
golden forest. Her hips were thrusting up and down, and
her Mount of Venus brushed against my cockhead with
each upward push. Gently I pushed forward, prodding my
glistening cockhead into the top of Beth’s pouting
slit, parting the labia. She was hot and slick, and my
flowing pre-cum increased the lubrication even more.
Taking my shaft in my right hand, I ran its head up and
down the channel, pressing harder each time it grazed
across Beth’s swollen and beating clitoris. A shudder
ran across her stomach each time the clitoris was

Beth raised her knees high and humped her pubic mound
up against my cock. She worked her hips in circles,
trying to position my cock for entry. I probed my cock
deeper into the fold, seeking the abode it was made
for, seeking the entrance to her inner secrets.

Finally, there it was, and my cock dipped into the
outer ring of Beth’s torrid hole. The whole head was
engulfed in hot wetness and I paused in the sheer
pleasure of the moment. Beth opened her eyes and looked
up at me. In almost a strangled voice, she said,
“Please, Jimmy, please. I can’t stand any more

I pushed my hips forward and my cock slowly began to
sink into Beth’s hot channel. I was expecting her to
wince in pain, but she only frowned a little as my
cockhead gently pushed aside the constriction of her
maidenhead. Soon, we were completely merged. I was
flesh of her flesh and she was flesh of my flesh. Her
frown lines disappeared and she released her held
breath with a loud, “Ahhhhhh!.”

She reached behind my head and pulled my lips down to
hers. Holding our bodies perfectly still, we kissed a
long, deep kiss. As we broke away, she reached out her
tongue and ran it across and around my lips, lapping up
the juices our kiss had left. Tears welled up in her
eyes and she whispered, “Oh, Jimmy, we’re finally
there. You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of
this. It’s so good. The real thing is so much better
than the dream. Now, make love to me. Love me hard, and
if it’s a dream, I hope I never wake up.”

I slowly withdrew my cock from Beth’s inner recesses,
stopping when only the tip of the head was in place. I
lunged forward, driving my cock home with one long,
swift movement. I groaned aloud from the wave of
pleasure that swept over me. Beth said, “Yes! Yes! Oh,
it’s so good!” She pushed her hips up against mine and
our bodies were pulled into full hot contact. She
lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my waist and
her arms reached around my neck and held me tight. Once
against I retreated and attacked, and once against she
matched my motions. Soon we were rocking back and
forward against each other. I was moaning and so was
she. I was nearing my peak, and I could tell she was
close to hers.

Suddenly, Beth clutched me even harder. Her hips moved
in a feverish motion and the walls of her pussy grasped
against my see-sawing cock. She threw her head back and
wailed, “Oh, God, I’m there! I’m coming, I’m

Then it hit me. I hit the crest and then went into a
freefall that seeming like it would never end. My
vision blurred and waves and waves of almost unbearable
pleasure flowed outward from my groin to all parts of
my body. Spurt after spurt after spurt jetted into
Beth, filling up and overflowing Beth’s spasming pussy.
We were both trembling and shuddering, our breaths
coming in gasps. Gradually, our motions slowed, and
then we were still, making soft “Ohhhh” sounds.

We both opened our eyes and looked into each other’s
face. Our lips drew together and we kissed a long,
tender kiss that sealed our love forever. No word
needed to be spoken. We both knew that there could be
no other for either of us.

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