1. Farmer Frannie the Family Fanny - chapter 1


    Date: 3/4/2024, Categories: Fiction Anal Incest Males / Female, Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com 

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With no wife and no family Matron now, I hadn’t had sex since Mom sucked me off the day before she passed. I was terribly horny! The vibrations of the tractor seat beneath me weren’t helping. I’d had half an erection on and off for hours! Dad and my three brothers had been arguing a lot lately, and I assumed they were horny too.

Cows had to be milked and fed twice a day. We needed to clean the manure out of the barn every morning and evening. Somebody needed to collect the eggs and feed and water the chickens. Pretty much everything else was on hold during our mourning period. The funeral was five days ago, so we resumed our normal farm work after breakfast this morning.

My older brother Joe and I were urgently trying to plant the last thirty hectares of corn, then get the soybeans in while the weather was still good. Dad and my youngest brother John were fixing the hay baler, and my oldest brother Jim had gone to town for seed so we could start on soybean planting once we finished with the corn.

My sister Frannie was my youngest sibling, a woman of barely 18. After Mom died, she had assumed the household duties. She was a good cook, like Mom had been, and kept the house and our laundry clean too. I couldn’t wait until the ceremony after supper tonight, when she would officially take over as Matron of the family.

The planter I was pulling was nearly out of corn seed, and I was getting hungry. I saw my tractor had less than a quarter tank left too. I called ...
    ... over the family radio channel, “Fran, this is Jake. Are you there Fran?”

“Go for Fran.”

“I’m low on fuel and seed, so I’m coming in soon. Can you make some lunch and meet me by the pump shed? I’ll bring Joe his lunch too.”

“Sure, Jake, see you soon.”

I drove back and parked close to the fuel pump. I climbed down and started filling the tank. I knew it would take over five minutes and the pump would shut itself off when finished. I looked in the shed and saw Dad’s pride and joy invention where it always was, on the far side of the shed. It was a picnic table of sorts, with one low bench close to the floor, the table high enough to be above the head of anybody sitting there, and a taller bench just low enough for a person sitting on it to eat at the table.

It saved a lot of time when we could get a blowjob and eat at the same time. My brothers and I had taken most of our lunch breaks at that table from the day we turned into men at 18, up until Mom died. Dad usually took an extra ten minutes to go in the house and fuck her, but she wouldn’t let us. Out of habit, I dropped my pants and briefs, climbed up to the upper bench, and waited for lunch to get there.

Fran put my lunch and a bag for Joe on the table, then sat on the lower bench. She asked, “So, how is the planting going?”

”Pretty good. I think you should practice blowjobs, so you can be good at ‘em as Matron.”

“I dunno. I only have to start doing ‘em when it’s official.”

“You want to be good at it ...
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