Kathy Learns
Chapter 8: Family Secrets

Copyright© 2002 by Dark Vision

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8: Family Secrets - A teenage girl learns the joys of sex without leaving home. Note, this story has been reworked and reposted on 6/7/09

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   BiSexual   Fiction   Incest   Mother   Brother   Sister   Father   First   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Lactation   Pregnancy   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism  

The sunrise was still an hour away when Joanne and Richard Morris woke up, dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Their mother and father were already sitting at the table, eating bacon and eggs. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and hot bacon grease filled the kitchen. When Joanne and Rich sat down at the old wooden table, their mother got up, went to the stove and cracked five eggs into the hot grease.

"I'm going to be plowing the west eighty today Rich," his father told him. "I want you and Jo to take care of the livestock and clean up the loft in the barn. I bought hay and Mr. Wilkins will be delivering it tomorrow."

"Yes sir," Rich said. "We should be able to get it all done today."

Every morning on the farm was about the same for the family. They got up before dawn, ate breakfast, and then did the chores. During school, Joanne and Richard had to feed the animals, change from their work clothes into their school clothes and get to the end of the dirt road to catch the bus. Today, and for the rest of the summer, there was no school. For the next three months the two young teens would spend their days working around the farm.

Joanne sat opposite her father and looked at his rugged face. The years of hard work and sun had taken their toll on the man. The family lived on the farm he was born on, and like his father before him, farming was the only life he knew. The only time in his life he was away from the farm for more than a week or two was the four years he spent in the Army. When he returned from overseas Seth Morris married Betty and she moved to the farm with him.

The couple didn't start having children until Seth's parents were dead and they were both in their late thirties. Richard was born a cold March morning, his sister less than two years later. The siblings had few friends growing up and besides school, and church on Sunday, spent all of their time on the farm.

Betty places a platter of fried eggs and strips of bacon on the table. Rich scrapped three of the eggs onto his plate, took half of the bacon and passed the platter to his sister. She took the remaining eggs and bacon and began to eat.

"Mom," Joanne said. "Do you think we can go into town in the next few days? I need to pick up some personal items."

"I'll have to see Jo. I have a lot of work to do this week."

"I could take her mom," Rich said. "We can get caught up on the chores and go tomorrow."

Joanne turned to her father and asked, "Can he take me? There's a new movie at the drive-in and maybe we could go see it while we're in town."

Seth pushed his hand over his thinning gray hair, looked across at his daughter and smiled. "If you two get everything done, you can take the pick-up and go on Friday."

Joanne giggled, got up and went over to her father. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him, thanking him repeatedly. "We'll have the chores done sir, I promise. Today is only Wednesday; we have two days to do the work."

Seth smacked his daughter on her bottom and grinned. He wasn't an unreasonable man, not like his father. He knew his children needed to enjoy some of the things life had to offer and not be prisoners to the farm. Jo let go of his neck, went back to her seat and drank the remainder of her milk. She told her brother to hurry and headed for the backdoor.

Rich finished his breakfast, carried his dishes to the sink and followed his sister out to the back porch. They sat on the bench, pulled their boots on and tied the laces. Rich took his worn cap off a peg, pushed back his sandy brown hair and put it on his head.

"Let's go kid," Rich said to Joanne. "We've got a lot of work to get done in two days."

The two siblings left the porch and headed across the yard to the barn. The sun was beginning to peek above the horizon and their bodies cast long shadows on the dew-covered lawn. Once in the barn, they set about their daily chores. Joanne filled a pail with grain and went to feed the chickens while Rich fed the hogs. After turning the small herd of cows out into a small pasture adjacent to the barnyard, Rich went to the loft to begin cleaning a place for the hay that would be arriving.

Joanne feed the sheep, playing with the two new lambs that were born a few weeks earlier. She poured cat food into a large pan and waited for the barn cats to come to eat, talking to each of them as she petted their ragged fur. Once she was done, she went to help her brother.

Rich was moving the bails of hay that were in the loft to one side so they wouldn't be mixed with the fresh hay. Jo picked up a pitchfork and moved the loose hay from the loft, tossing it off onto the floor below.

As the morning wore on, the sun beat down on the barn's metal roof, heating the building. The air filled with dust and created an eerie sight in the sunlight that leaked into the barn from the cracks in the wooden walls. After a couple of hours, Rich stuck his hay hooks into a bail and sat on another. He pulled a red and black bandana out of the back pocket of his bib overalls, removed his cap and wiped his brow.

"We're almost half way done," Rich said. "Why don't you go and get us a jug of water?"

"Sure," Joanne said, and headed down the ladder to the barn floor. She picked up the water jug from a shelf near the door and went outside to the pump.

Holding the jug in her left hand, she lifted the long pump handle and pushed it up and down several times. When the water began to flow out of the spigot, she held to jug under it and filled it with the cold well water.

Joanne climbed back into the loft and gave her brother the jug. He held it up to his mouth and took a long drink. Some of the water spilled from the corners of his mouth onto his overalls and shirt. When he was finished, he handed the water to Jo and she too took a drink.

"It's starting to get hot in here," Rich said as hooked his thumbs in the straps of his bibs and lowered them. He unbuttoned his checkered shirt, took it off and put the straps back onto his shoulders. He laid back on a hay bail and covered his eyes with his forearm.

Joanne wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and nodded in agreement. She too lowered the top of her blue denim bibs as she turned her back to her brother and unbuttoned the flannel shirt she wore. Beneath the blue and gray shirt, Joanne had on a girl's tee shirt. The thin white cotton shirt had narrow shoulder straps with scalloped edges. The arm openings dipped low beneath her armpits, reveling the swell of her breasts. Joanne pulled her bibs back up and hung her flannel on a nail.

"Let's get back to work Rich. We still have a lot to do."

Joanne picked up a push broom and began to push the small pieces of hay and dust into a pile. Rich sat up, grabbed the hay hooks and drove them into a bail. He carried the hay to the pile of bails at the front of the loft and returned for another. As he walked across the creaking wood floor, he glanced at his sister.

Rich froze in his tracks and stared at Joanne as she pushed the broom across the floor. Bending at the waist, she gripping the broom handle midway down the wood shaft. As she pushed the boom with short strokes, he could see her breasts sway. He finally tore his eyes away when she looked up and turned away.

Rich couldn't help but wonder when the dramatic change in his little sister's body took place. Although he had never paid much attention to her, he couldn't believe that she had developed without him noticing.

Joanne always dressed conservatively, wearing loose fitting shirts and slightly baggy pants. On Sundays, when they went to church, she wore dresses that covered her from her neck to below her knees. The change in her body also took Joanne by surprise. It seemed that over the course of the winter, her breasts grew nonstop and her waist narrowed. The layer of baby fat that circled her middle melted away and her hips took shape.

Self-conscious about the sudden changes, she had tried to shield her body from her mom and everyone else. The personal items she had alluded to at the breakfast table were new bras and underwear. She had always worn girl undershirts, like the one she had on, but felt that it was time for a change. Some of her friends from school wore bras and she wanted to wear one too.

Rich continued to stack the hay, stealing glances at his sister at every opportunity. He could feel his penis reacting to the sight of her body, forcing him to adjust it several times. When they heard the loud bell ringing, they dropped their tools and headed to the house for dinner. Before leaving the barn, Joanne put her shirt back on.

Walking from the barn to the house, Rich saw their father coming down the lane on the small tractor. He left big four-wheel drive tractor in the field he was plowing and used the small Ford used to get back and forth.

The two kids washed their hands on the back porch and went back outside. Their mother had set the picnic table and they would be eating under the shade of the large Oak tree near the back of the house. Betty Morris carried a large covered dish of country-fried steak out of the house and placed it on the table. She returned to the house and brought back mashed potatoes, green beans and homemade biscuits. The noon meal was always the big meal of the day. Supper was lighter and served after the day's work was complete.

While they ate, Seth asked his son about the progress he and his sister were making on the loft. Rich told him that they finish moving the old hay and cleaning before the end of the day.

"The new hay will be here tomorrow afternoon," Seth said. "We will have to off load the truck onto the barn floor and then put the bails in the loft on Saturday."

"Jo and I can start putting it up Friday morning before we leave for town," Rich said.

Seth looked up from the large wedge of apple pie he was eating and said, "You two can take care of the stock and then go to town on Friday, and the hay can wait a day. Your mother and I have business in Carson on Saturday and won't be home till late."

Jo helped her mom clear the table and carried the dishes to the house. She waited at the back door and her mom took the things into the house. Jo's overalls were covered with dirt and she would have to take them off to enter the house. After she cleared the table, Jo stretched out on the grass under the oak, next to her dad and brother.

The three rested in the shade and talked about how unseasonably warm it was. Seth looked into the cloudless sky and said, "I just hope it doesn't rain till I get the plowing done."

At one thirty, an hour and a half after they had stopped, the three got up to go back to work. Seth climbed onto the tractor, started the engine and drove off. Rich and Joanne went back to the barn and up into the loft.

The afternoon sun had made it so hot in the old barn that it was uncomfortable. Joanne took her flannel off again and worked in her undershirt and bibs. Just as before lunch, Rich couldn't help looking at his sister. Near the end of the day, all of the bails were stacked and the dirt sweep into a series of small piles.

"Rich," Joanne said. "Hold the shovel so I can sweep this dirt into it."

Joanne used the wide push broom to move the piles of dirt onto the shovel while her brother held it for her. At one point, she glanced up and caught him looking down the front of her bibs and undershirt. The tee shirt would gap as she moved her arms and give her brother a view of the tops of her breasts.

"Why do you keep staring at me Rich?"

Rich jerked his head up and began to blush. He stammered and finally said, "Um, I wasn't staring at you Jo."

"Yes you were you have been all afternoon."

"Well, ah ... you've changed Jo. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare at you."

Joanne couldn't figure out what her brother was talking about until she looked down and noticed that he could see her breasts when she moved just right. She pressed her hand against her bibs, closing the gap and blocking her brother's view.

"Let's finish this," Joanne said, trying to change the subject. "I need a shower."

Being careful of how she bent over, Joanne finished sweeping the dirt into the shovel. The two put the tools away, took care of the livestock and headed for the house.

"You take your shower first Rich, I want to play with the dog for a few minutes."

Rich went to the outdoor shower that their father had built off the back porch. A large holding tank on the roof of the porch collected rainwater from the roof of the house and the sun warmed it. The back of the porch formed one wall of the topless enclosure, with two sheets of corrugated metal sheeting making up the other two. A canvas curtain completed the shower.

Stepping into the shower, Rich removed his clothing and stood under the round showerhead in the center. He pulled the chain that hung down, opening the valve and let the water cool water cover his sweaty body. When he was finished, he dried himself with one of the towels that hung on a peg and wrapped it around his waist.

"Hey Jo," Rich yelled as he walked to the back door carrying his dirty clothes. "Your turn."

Joanne stopped playing with the old yellow dog and went to the shower. She stepped into the stall and removed her clothes.

Rich tossed his dirty clothes into a basket on the back porch and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. He pulled on a pair of jeans, opened his bedroom window and slipped out onto the roof of the porch. Moving slowly, he snuck to the water tank and peeked over the edge of the roof into the shower below. He watched as his younger sister stood naked under the water and rubbed shampoo into her hair. When she turned towards the back of the house, he could see her breasts and gasped.

Joanne's breasts had grown to the size of half grapefruits. Her dark quarter-sized areolas, topped with dark pink nipples, stood out because of the cool water and appeared to be slightly larger than pencil erasers. Rich's penis grew and extended down the leg of his jeans. He gripped his hard shaft and rubbed it as he spied on his unsuspecting sister. When she finished her shower, Rich went back to his room and masturbated.

Wrapping a towel around her naked body, Joanne collected her clothes and took them into the house. She tossed them into the washer, picked up her brothers, added them to the load and went into the kitchen. She would dress and come back to do the laundry after her father had changed so she could do his too.

"Jo," her mom said as she walked through the kitchen. "What personal items do you need from town?"

"I need to get some bras and panties mom. I don't own a bra and I've grown out of most of my panties."

"Bras? What do you need bras for?" Betty asked her daughter.

"MOM! Why do you think I need bras? I have boobs now and I need some."

When her mother began to question her, Jo opened her towel and showed her mom her chest. Betty's glanced from her daughter's firm breasts to her mons. She saw the tuft of curly blond pubic hair that adorned her daughter's crotch and grinned.

"You're right Jo, you do need a bra. Are you sure you don't want me to go with you to pick them out?"

Joanne recovered herself and shook her head no. "I already know what I want mom."

"You do huh, just what is it you think you want?"

"Wait a minute mom, I'll show you," Joanne said and she left for her bedroom.

Joanne returned to the kitchen wearing her nightgown and carrying a Sears catalog. She flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. She pointed at the pictures if young girls dressed in matching bra and panty sets.

"This is what I want mom."

"Joanne! I don't think that kind of underwear is appropriate for a fourteen-year-old girl. You should get plain white bras and panties," Betty teased.

"Aw mom, that's so old fashion. None of the girls at school wear underwear like that. They all have pretty bras and panties and I want some too. Besides, I'll be fifteen in two weeks."

"Fifteen or not, I just don't know if you need that type of underwear," her mom said, remembering her childhood and the desire to fit in with the town kids.

Joanne huffed and said, "Never mind, I'll just ask daddy."

"Okay, okay," Betty said, knowing her father would tell her to do whatever she wanted to do. "Get what you want."

"Thanks mom, don't worry I'll pick out nice ones."

Joanne went to her bedroom and pulled a dime store novel, which a girl at school had given her, out of its hiding place and climbed into bed. She stared at the cover and the picture of a scantly dressed woman in the arms of a tall shirtless man. Opening the book to the first chapter she began to read.

After an hour, she put the book back between her mattress and box spring, slid down and pulled the sheet over her. As she drifted to sleep, she thought about being taken into the arms of a handsome man and being kissed, being touched, being loved.

A loud rap on her bedroom door interrupted Joanne's erotic dream.

"Let's go Jo, time to get up," Rich yelled before opening her door and looking in.

When he looked at her bed, he saw his sister lying on her back with her knees up and her nightgown gathered at her waist. He could clearly see her white panties as he had so many times before. This time was different, he didn't see his little sister, he saw a girl, a girl with real breasts.

Rich felt his uncontrollable cock jump in his overalls and quickly turned around, yelling at her to get up again. Joanne rubbed her eyes, sat up and looked at her brother. She saw that he was facing away and thought it strange.

"I'm up," Joanne said. "I'll be down in a minute."

Rich left the room and went down to the kitchen. He was almost finished with his breakfast when Joanne came into the room and sat down. She was wearing overalls, like every other day, but these were several years old and a little tight. Her flannel shirt was over the top of her bibs, rather than under the shoulder straps. Joanne quickly ate her breakfast and followed her brother out to the barn.

Like the day before, the two teens took care of their chores. When they were finished feeding and watering the livestock, they went into the barn to finish cleaning the main floor. Mr. Wilkins was due to deliver the hay after dinner and the barn had to be ready. They scooped up the loose hay they had tossed from the loft and began to sweep up.

This day was as hot as the previous one and after a couple of hours Rich removed his shirt. He didn't have an undershirt on today and Joanne noticed his muscular arms and chest for the first time. She felt a little strange as she watched her brother's skin ripple when he picked up a heavy barrel and moved it across the barn.

Joanne could feel her face warm as she followed his every move. She removed her own shirt and hung it over her brother's, reveling her undershirt. When Rich glanced at her, she smiled and picked up her broom. The tight bib overalls didn't gap like the pair she had on the day before, denying her brother a view if her chest.

After dinner, they two kids unloaded the hay wagon with the help of their father and Mr. Wilkins. It was dark by the time they had all of the bails piled on the barn floor, waiting to be hoisted into the loft. Rich and Jo took care of the animals and then went to shower. Joanne ran ahead of her brother and slipped into the shower first. Rich sat on the porch steps and waited for his sister to finish so he could wash the dust from his sweaty body.

Joanne stepped out of the shower with her dirty clothes over one arm and clutched her towel above her breasts with the other. She went over to the steps, walked past her brother and reached for the screen door. As she pulled the door open, she dropped her clothes and bent at the waist to pick them up. Rich stood up and turned around to say something to his sister, but he was speechless when he saw her.

Joanne's towel had ridden up and Rich had a clear view of her bottom. Even though her legs were together, he could see her pubic hair between the gap her legs. He turned and charged towards the shower in hopes she wouldn't notice him. While in the shower room, he wrapped his hand around his penis and began to stroke it.

Joanne had caught her brother's quick exit and wondered what happened. She went over to the shower to ask him what was wrong, but stopped outside the canvas curtain when she heard him moaning. She peeked into the gap of the curtain and stopped breathing when she saw him. Something told her to run, but she couldn't move. Her eyes and mouth were wide open as she watched his hand sliding over his erect penis. When he clamped his eyes shut and she saw his semen shoot out of his erection, she turned and ran into the house. She threw the clothes into the basket and then charged through the house. Once in her room, she closed the door and sat on her bed.

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and saw the image of her brother's activity. As she thought about it, she noticed a strange tingle between her legs. Neither she or her brother were strangers to sex, they had both seen the livestock mating many times. They had witnessed different animals giving birth, and had even helped. The thing she had just seen her brother do was beyond anything she could have ever imagined.

Joanne stood up, removed her towel, and pulled her nightgown over her head. She stepped into a clean pair of panties and pulled them up over her hips. Downstairs, she sat at the table with the rest of the family eating supper. She kept glancing up at her brother and the image of him in the shower popped into her head. After dinner she watched television until about nine and then went to bed.

After crawling into bed, Joanne thought about reading her book, but decided against it. As she lay staring up into the darkness, Joanne ran her hand over her breasts, down along her tummy. She rubbed her stomach in small circles, moving closer and closer to her mons. Lifting her bottom, she pulled her nightgown up around her waist and slipped her hand into her panties.

Joanne's fingers moved lightly over her soft curls and then ventured lower. She opened her legs and touched the folds of her labia, feeling her body warm as she rubbed herself. Joanne had touched herself before, but only to wash. This was different, much different. This was bringing out feelings and sensations she had never experienced. She moaned softly as she slid her finger between the hot wet lips and shuddered when she touched her clitoris.

The contact with the small hidden nub sent a tingle throughout her entire body. She could feel it in her nipples and when she touched one with her other hand, it intensified the feeling. Joanne increased the pressure and speed of her fingers between her now wide spread legs and pulled at her nipples. Suddenly her body began to quiver and a groan escaped her open mouth.

Joanne didn't know what was happening, but she couldn't stop the feelings or the motion of her fingers that was causing them. She groaned and moved her head from side to side as her very first orgasm ripped through her. When the exquisite feelings began to subside, she renewed the effort with her fingers and tried to bring them back.

Finally, Joanne relaxed and removed her hand from her crotch. She lay on her back breathing heavily her head swimming with questions. She wondered what it was that she had just experienced and if she could do it again. Joanne also wondered if the things she has seen her brother doing earlier provided the same pleasure to him.

A little confused and very satisfied, Joanne slipped off to sleep.

On the other side of the wall that separated his room from his sister's, Rich lay in bed thinking about what he had seen on the porch steps. He heard the moaning coming through the wall and wondered if his little sister was playing with herself like he was. He stroked his cock, felt his balls pull up and his semen surge for the fourth time that night. He tried to imagine how a girl masturbated as he massaged his flaccid member and decided to try to find out. After several minutes of trying, he realized his penis would not respond again and he removed his hand.

When Rich woke up on Friday morning and went to his sister's room, he found her bed empty. He went to the bathroom, saw the door closed and headed for the kitchen. His parents were finishing their breakfast like most other mornings when he walked into the kitchen and sat down.

"Is your sister up yet?" His mom asked as she began to fry his eggs.

"I think she's in the bathroom mom, her bedroom was empty and the bathroom door was closed."

"I want you two to be careful in Carson this afternoon. It's not our little town you know," Betty told her son.

"The boy is almost seventeen Betty, you don't have to tell him to be careful," Seth said. "I wasn't much older when I went into the service and overseas."

Rich's father reached into his overalls and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. He handed it to his son and said, "This is for your dinner and the movie. Do you have spending money?"

"Yes sir, I've been saving my allowance. I think I have about two hundred dollars. I want to look for a new shotgun. My twenty-gauge is not quite enough gun for deer."

Joanne came into the kitchen, took her seat, and said, "good morning."

"Good morning Jo," her dad said. "Do you have enough money for today?"

"I think so daddy."

Rich finished his meal and left for the barn while his mother served his sister breakfast, telling her to hurry.

Seth reached into his overalls again and gave his young daughter two hundred dollars.

"Your mom tells me you need some new clothes Jo. This should help you get what you want."

"Mom!" Joanne said. "Did you tell him?"

"Yes dear, I did. He said you can get the things you showed me," Betty said as she placed a plate in front of her.

Joanne blushed and avoided looking at her father. She thanked him for the money and began to eat her breakfast. When she was finished, she took care of her dishes and took off to help her brother with the daily chores.

The two teens breezed through their work in record time. They ran back to the house to get ready for their trip to town. Rich walked over to the outdoor shower and pulled the curtain back.

"Do you want to go first sis?"

"No thanks, I'm going to use the bathroom today, Rich."

Joanne went onto the porch, pulled off her bibs and went up to the bathroom. She showered in hot water, shampooing and conditioning her hair. When she finished washing, she shaved her legs, something she really didn't need to do. After slipping on her robe, she went to her room to dress.

She took an older pair of panties out of her drawer and slipped them on. Joanne had already decided that she was going to wear her new underwear as soon as she could and would just throw away the old ones. She picked out a green sleeveless blouse and put it on without an undershirt. Hunting through her closet, she found a pleated denim skirt and stepped into it. After completing her outfit with a pair of sandals, she went to find Rich.

Joanne knocked on her brother's door and yelled, "Hey Rich, are you ready to go yet?"

"I'm almost finished Jo, come on in."

Joanne opened the door and stepped into her brother's bedroom. He was wearing a pair of jeans and searching for a shirt.

"What shirt should I wear today Jo?" Rich asked her, holding up a white tee shirt with a band's picture on it and a button down striped down shirt.

"This one," Joanne said pointing to the striped shirt. "You look nice in that shirt."

Joanne watched as her brother put on his shirt. His muscular chest rippled as he put his arms through the sleeves and pulled it closed. She continued to watch as he buttoned the shirt, leaving the top two buttons open. When he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper to tuck his shirttails in, she glanced at his boxer shorts. It wasn't uncommon for the family to see one another in their underwear, buy this seemed different. There was something exciting about seeing him open his jeans and tuck in his shirt.

"Okay kid, I'm ready to go," Rich said as he walked past her and out of his room.

Following her brother down the hall to the stairs, Joanne couldn't help but stare at his firm butt as he walked. Her mind thought about what she had seen in the shower and she felt her cheeks warm.

The two siblings went into the kitchen to tell their mother goodbye. After some last minute instructions, they headed for the back door. They almost ran to the five year old Ford pickup and climbed into the cab. Joanne tossed her purse onto the bench seat between her and her brother and settled back for the drive into town.

Joanne was lost in her thoughts and stared out the windshield as her brother drove the truck down the dirt road. When he reached the main road, he turned left onto the blacktop and accelerated. After about fifteen minutes of driving, he glanced at his sister.

"Something bothering you Jo? You haven't said a word since we left the house."

 
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