Part 1: Her 18th Birthday - Sex Stories

Part 1: Her 18th Birthday

... girl's magazine. I have very dark sunglasses on from Mom, so that he doesn't see that I'm not looking at my magazine at all, but staring at his suntanned, muscular body. If it is not in the picture at the moment, I think about how, where and when I could grab him.

In between, I work where I am needed. Harvesting vegetables, helping mom in the kitchen, sometimes dad, unloading hay, taking care of the animals or even repair work. Of course, I wear my work clothes for all this. When I have a break again, I turn back into the 'Knut-please-do-me' bitch.

And yes, of course he looks at me whenever he has to get close enough. But I still have no idea how we are supposed to get closer. But luck helps the brave.

Mom's shadow darkens my face." Honey, Aunt Gertrud has called, she is not well. It's nothing serious, the doctor says, normal cold, can happen even in summer. But she has a fever, and of course she shouldn't strain herself. And Uncle Herbert is in rehab after his heart attack.

We have to go there and at least do the most important things at the farm. I know you're on vacation, but you'll have to make sure everything is all right here with us now. And you must help Knut as best you can."

I'm on the verge of freaking out. Oh yes, I'll help Knut very well. I'm going to help him get rid of his excess testosterone. The guy has been driving me crazy for a long time, now he can't escape me anymore!

"Of course, Mom, I'm happy to do that. How long are you ...

... staying?"

"Maybe three or four days, but if it takes longer, I'll stay with her and Dad will come back alone." Four days? My pussy gets wet! "Mom, please, we'll get this done. There is not much going on at the moment anyway, take care of them, and the farm. That's what family is for."

"You're such a good girl, I'm proud of you. I see we have brought you up in the right spirit."

My spirit is ok. But my body needs a little attention. But I'll get that soon, that's for sure.

They buzz off to Aunt Gertrude's, now it's time to keep calm and don't rush into anything. The game should not be shy. On the first day I wear my work clothes and help Knut in the stable. When he sees that I have everything under control, he goes out into the field. I do what needs to be done, mainly I shovel shit to the compost heap, miserable.

At lunchtime, I warm up Mom's goulash for both of us. She does a fantastic job, and there is fresh bread to go with it. Promtly at three o'clock he is already standing in front of the house, where mom uses to hand him his meal. Only in his wooden slippers and the scuffed short jeans. "Knut, come in, you're eating with me today." "Young lady, I don't normally eat in the house," he murmurs. "Today is not normal either. I don't like to eat alone, so let's go." He dutifully comes in, goes to the bathroom, and washes his hands. Somehow I enjoy telling this giant baby what to do.

I put on the food, and take my time. I'm friendly, that's all. But I give him a chance to ...