1. Farmer Frannie the Family Fanny - chapter 3


    Date: 11/5/2023, Categories: Fiction Anal Incest Teen Male / Female Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... harvest time.

When Dad took the family to the Parish Fair, my older brothers Jim and Joe went to the Matching Tent with him. The rest of us were under 20, so we weren’t allowed to find a match and date yet. John, Fran, and I played darts, ring toss, and a few other carnival games while we waited for them. When they left the tent Dad said he didn’t find anybody he liked, but Joe told us the women didn’t like Dad because he only wanted to talk about Mom and cows. I understood, since cows were very important to us, and Mom had only been gone a month.

Joe and Jim were each holding ladies by the hand. Jim introduced us to his date Becky. I thought she was chubby but kind of cute. Joe was with Lena, who only lived two farms North of us. In school I’d had a crush on Lena’s younger sister Andrea. I thought Lena would be attractive too, except for her big nose. Jim and Joe went home with their dates, and the rest of us wandered the fair playing games, eating special treats, and having a good time.

Bedtime was even better than usual, without Joe and Jim. Dad licked Fran until she came, then rode her rump and went to his room. John and I took turns licking her and stuffing her butt three times each. She even agreed to sleep in my bed with us, so we could give her some more anal when we woke during the night. I’d never loved anything even half as much as I loved my little sister’s ass.

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In the morning, Dad was furious. “What the HELLS do you ...
    ... think you’re doing? Only married people sleep in the same bed! They don’t even sleep together when they’re dating! You could do incest by accident in your sleep! Do you want to end up in jail, or worse yet, spinsters? I …” He was bright red and clenching his fists. “I oughta call the Alderman, but that would embarrass the whole family! Get your clothes on and go to the barn! RIGHT NOW!”

Dad ran us ragged most of the day, ordering us to keep cleaning the barn until lunch time. He even made us wash the barn windows and sweep the cobwebs from the ceiling, not that the cows cared. He grabbed something to eat while we sorted out the tools in the machine shed and moved a big stack of fence posts from one side of the shed to the other by hand. Considering the trouble we were in, my siblings and I weren’t about to mention being hungry because we missed breakfast and lunch.

After the barn and machine shed, he had us scrape the old paint off the back of the house and repaint it, move a big pile of bricks, and cut up a few dead trees. By dark, we were famished and beyond exhausted. Fran had it even worse than John and I, because she still had to make supper too.

We ate silently. Dad licked and butt-stuffed Fran silently. After staring at the three of us for a moment, he strode up the stairs still looking angry. Fran, John, and I didn’t even get each other off at all. We just went to our own beds and fell asleep. I’d never been so tired or ashamed.

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