Chapter 11

The next morning, Joanne woke up to the feeling of someone massaging her breasts. She opened her eyes, looking up at her brother as he bent over her, rubbing her breast under the top of her pajamas. Smiling, she covered his hand with hers and held it against her.

"Morning, Jo," Rich said softly. "Time to get up."

"Okay, I'm awake."

Joanne sat up, wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head against his stomach. Rich put his hand on the side of her head, running his fingers through her tussled hair. She squeezed him tightly and moved her face against his firm muscles.

After several moments, Joanne let him go and stood up. She went down the hall and Rich went downstairs. When she was dressed, Joanne went down to the kitchen to join her family at the table. They discussed the day's chores as they ate breakfast.

When they finished their meal, Joanne and Rich headed for the barn to take care of the livestock. Seth came out to the barn. He lit a smoke as he watched his two children feeding the animals and cleaning the stalls.

"Rich, I want you and Jo to walk the fences on the north end today. I've been thinking about buying a herd of steers and putting them in that pasture. Mr. Wilkins told your mother and me that beef prices are on the rise so it would be a good investment," Seth told his son.

"Yes, Sir, we'll get started as soon as we're finished here. Are you ready to plant the west eighty yet?" Rich said.

"Yup, I'm going to put it to corn this year. You and I'll be planting before the end of the week," Seth replied.

Joanne and her brother finished in the barn and went back to the house. Walking the fence would have them out most of the day so their mother will have fixed a picnic for them. When they got to the house, Joanne removed her overalls and went inside. She walked into the kitchen and saw a basket sitting on the table. Joanne knew it was the lunch and peeked into it.

"Cold chicken, potato salad, and carrot sticks," Betty said startling her daughter. "I put some of your birthday cake in too."

Joanne spun around and looked at her mother. Betty sat down at the kitchen table and picked up her coffee. She looked at her young daughter smiled.

"I can remember walking fence with your father years ago," Betty said. "We'd pack a picnic lunch and spend the whole day in the fields. Your father would mend the broken wire and make notes of the places he had to return to and I would help him."

"I can't imagine you in overalls, Mom," Joanne said. "I've only seen you in dresses."

"I didn't wear overalls, Jo, I wore dresses then too. I never liked pants they always seemed so uncomfortable. I don't know how you youngsters can wear tight jeans all the time."

Joanne shrugged her shoulders and said, "I like jeans."

"You better get dressed and head out to the pasture, Jo, your brother will be getting antsy."

Joanne got up and headed for the back porch. She was about to pull her bibs on, but stopped. She thought about what her mom had said, turned around and went up to her room. She searched through her closet and found a cotton dress that she once wore for church. Joanne removed her shirt, put on the dress, and buttoned it.

The white cotton dress, with printed with bright yellow flowers, buttoned from the knee length hem to the neck. She noticed that she could see her powder blue underwear through the dress, but decided that it didn't matter. After putting on a pair of white socks and athletic shoes, Joanne went downstairs.

"Well, Mom," Joanne said as she walked into the kitchen. "Do I look dressed for fence repair?"

Betty grinned as she looked at her daughter's dress. She thought about her youth and working the farm with her brothers before marrying Seth. Her mother had always insisted that she wore dresses, that a woman in pants wasn't proper. Through the years, Betty became accustom to the dresses and very seldom ever wore slacks.

"Yes, Jo, you remind me of when I worked in the fields. Now take your lunch and get going. Your father wants the fence work finished before the cattle arrive."

Joanne picked up the whicker basket and carried it outside. She called for her brother and they headed down the road towards the north pasture. When she was confinement they were out of view of the house, Joanne took Rich's hand. They walked down the dirt road swinging their arms. Joanne felt like she was in heaven. She grinned as her brother gently squeezed and relaxed his hand around hers.

"Rich, I'm not sorry about last night, I'm glad we did it. I'm not mad at you at all, and I hope you're not mad at me," Joanne said.

"I'm not mad at you, Jo," Rich said. "Why did you say that?"

"Well, you haven't kissed me today. I just thought you were upset."

Rich stopped walking, pulled his sister into his arms, and kissed her tenderly. Joanne opened her mouth as he pushed his tongue into it. The sound of a truck coming down the road caused the two to separate and continue walking.

"Thank you Rich, I like it when you kiss me," Joanne said with a giggle. "I like it when you wake me up by playing with my tits too. You can do that every morning if you want to."

"Okay, Sis, but you know you can wake me up too."

"Mmmm, breakfast! I love the idea."

Rich and Joanne turned into the pasture after he opened the gate. The two hundred acre field consisted of rolling hills, small woodlots and a blanket of green grass. They began walking along the wire fence, checking for breaks. When they came across a broken wire, Rich took his pliers out of his back pocket and repaired it. It was almost eleven in the morning when they reached the first corner of the field.

"Can we take a break, Rich? I'm getting tired of walking and it's getting hot."

"Sure, Jo, we can sit down for a few minutes."

Rich led his sister to a small group of trees and they sat in the shade. Joanne looked into the picnic basket she had been lugging around and found several cans of soda. She took one out, pulled the tab and drank from it. Extending the can to her brother, she asked if he was thirsty.

"Thanks," Rich said as he took the soda and drank some of it.

Lying back, Rich rested his head on his bent arm. Joanne watched her brother as he rested, toying with the buttons of her dress. She opened her dress down to a point between her breasts and ran her fingertips over the lace edge of her bra. Seeing that her brother closed his eyes, she unhooked her bra and removed it. After placing her bra in the basket with the food, she cupped her breasts. Joanne enjoyed the feeling of being braless, the way she had been for so long before buying the undergarments.

Joanne wanted to go over to her brother and mess around with him, but resisted, deciding to let him rest. They sat under the trees for about a half an hour before they continued with their task.

As they walked along the fence, Rich noticed his sister's open dress and braless breasts. He fixed a broken section of fence, went over to her and put his hand under one of her breasts. Grinning, he massaged her mound, feeling her nipple respond through the thin cotton material.

Joanne smiled at Rich as he fondled her and gripped his arm. He removed his hand and they moved further down the fence line. Rich spotted another small group of trees ahead. He decided it would be a good place to stop for dinner. He and Joanne worked their way along the fence line mending as they went.

"Let's stop for dinner, Jo, I'm hungry," Rich said.

"Sounds good to me, I want to get out of the sun for a while."

Rich sat against a tree. Joanne took a small tablecloth out of the basket, spreading it on the ground in the shade. She took the foil packages of chicken and the potato salad out of the basket, placing them the cloth. Joanne sat on the grass Indian style, pushing her dress down into her lap. She called her brother over to eat.

The two ate their food and drank soda. When they were finished, Joanne put the things away while her brother reclined in the grass. After the basket was packed, Joanne stretched out next to Rich. She bent her knees, pointing them into the air, and pulled her dress off her legs. There was barely any breeze and the afternoon air was hot and heavy. Joanne slowly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her dress and removed it. She lay back, dressed in her panties, shoes, and socks.

"That's better," Joanne said. "Now I'm comfortable."

Rich opened his eyes and turned his head towards Joanne. He giggled when he saw his nearly naked sister lying on her back and rolled onto his side. When he raised his head and kissed her, she put her hand on the back of his head. Rich scooted closer to her, put his hand on her breast. He squeezed it as he toyed with her tongue with his.

"Take off your overalls," Joanne said.

Rich stood up, pulled his shoulder straps down and removed his bibs. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and looked down to see his sister pulling her panties off over her shoes. He shucked his boxers, causing his erect penis to bob in front of him. Joanne walked on her knees over to him and wrapped her hand around his member.

"Can I play with this?" Joanne asked. "Your cock looks like it wants me to."

"Yes," Rich groaned as her hand moved his skin over his steel hard shaft. "You can do want ever you want."

"I want you to lick me while I suck you."

Joanne released him and stretched out on her back. Her brother knelt on the ground and hovered over her, his penis above her head. When he put his face between her legs and ran his tongue over her slit, she put her hands on his butt, pulling him down. She used one hand to guide his penis into her open mouth and the other to rub his bottom.

Rich slid his hands under her butt and pulled her open, nibbling on her clitoris as she pulled his member deeper into her mouth. He pushed a finger into her vagina. Rich slid it in until his knuckles pressed against her wide spread crotch. Joanne moaned around his rigid member as he probed her barrier free vagina.

They used their mouths to attack each other's sex in the position they had discovered at the swimming hole. Joanne kept her hand around his shaft to control the amount of his penis he could push into her mouth, swallowing the saliva that filled her throat. When she felt his movements become erratic, she pushed him up and released his penis from her mouth.

"In my pussy," Joanne panted. "I want you in my pussy."

Rich removed his face from her crotch and turned around. Kneeling between her legs, he put his hands on the ground on either side of her shoulders. Thrusting his hips, he tried to push his penis into her vagina. When Joanne realized he was having trouble, she reached between them so she could guide him into her.

Hooking her heals over her legs, Joanne groaned as he sank into her heated depths. Once he was fully in her, Rich held still and concentrated on keeping from ejaculating too soon. Joanne wiggled her hips and pushed up against his hips. She looked into his eyes, smiling at him. Rich pulled out and slid back into her slick tunnel, groaning.

"Oh my God your pussy's so hot. I'm going to cum, Jo."

She bounced her hips up against him and ground her clit against his pubic bone. He began to move and within minutes began to empty his seed in her vagina. Joanne could feel his penis swell in her tight vagina, and his leg muscles contract against hers. She tried to move beneath her brother, but his body weight was too much for her.

Joanne lay frustrated beneath Rich, her body craving the feeling that her orgasms brought her. She felt her brother's heavy breathing and felt his chest press into hers. When he finally rolled off her, she sat up and sat on her folded legs. She looked at his penis and saw it glisten in the filtered sunlight.

"Wow, Jo, that was great," Rich said.

"Uh ha," Joanne said as she pulled her panties over her feet and up to her knees.

Joanne stood up, pulled the blue panties over her thighs and straightened them. Reaching down, she picked up her dress and slipped her arms into the short sleeves. After buttoning it, she sat against a tree to wait for her brother.

"Are you okay, Jo?" Rich asked as he pulled on his overalls.

"Yeah"

Rich finished dressing and walked over to his sister, "What's wrong, Jo?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," Joanne said, her voice abrupt.

Rich shrugged his shoulders. He headed for the fence and continued mending it as his sister walked along a few feet behind him. They didn't say a word to one another for over an hour. Rich tried to figure out what was upsetting his sister, but he had no idea. When they came to the small creek that ran through the pasture, on its way to the swimming hole, they stopped and rested.

Kneeling on the ground at the edge of the creek, Rich splashed the cool water onto his face. He went up the bank and sat against a tree. Joanne removed her shoes and socks and waded out into the water. She meandered along the creek until she thought she was out of her brother's sight.

Looking back, she reached under her dress and removed her panties. She found a spot near a bush, pulled her dress up around her waist and squatted down. When she was finished, she waded back into the creek, with her dress still pulled up, and splashed the chilling water onto her crotch. She rubbed herself, rinsing away the remains of her brother's semen. Joanne checked her panties, saw the dried cum in the cotton gusset and rinsed them in the creek.

Joanne was wringing out her wet panties when her brother found her. He stood at the side of the slow running water and watched as she pulled the damp garment back on and dropped her dress. She walked back to the trees to get the picnic basket, passing her brother without a word.

Rich shook his head and followed her. He couldn't imagine what had caused her to be acting the way she was. One minute they were naked and making love, the next she was cold and aloof. He walked over to try to talk to her, but she picked up the basket and started to walk away.

As they walked along the endless fence, Rich found a spot where someone had pushed the wire down to the ground. He grabbed the fencing and pulled up, trying to get it back in place.

"I wish the guys that dad lets hunt here would learn how to cross a fence, they really messed this up," Rich said as he jerked and pulled on the square mesh. "Can you give me a hand, Jo? It'll only take a couple of minutes."

Joanne set the picnic basket on the ground and walked over to the fence mumbling beneath her breath, "Like everything you do, only a minute."

"What'd you say, Jo?"

"Nothing, let's just fix this fence and get going," Joanne said, her voice cracking and her eyes tearing. "I want to go home."

Rich put his hands on her shoulders and turned her towards him. Joanne tried to pull away, but he was much stronger and wouldn't let her go. He stared into her eyes, noticing the tears in the corners, and said, "What's wrong, Sis?"

"Nothing," Joanne repeated, trying to twist out of his grip.

"Something is bothering you. You haven't said two words to me since we made love. What'd I do?"

Joanne wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and gathered her courage. "You fucked me, Rich, that's what wrong!"

"I thought you wanted me to, Jo, I though you wanted to make love."

"I did," Joanne said as she began to sob. "I wanted to make love, but you just shoved it in me, came and then got up. It was like it was all for you and I feel used. If all you want to do is cum you can use your hand!"

Rich finally realized why his sister was upset. He pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Joanne tried to get away from him, but he held on.

"I'm sorry, Jo. It's just that you made me so excited that I couldn't help it. When I felt my dick in you, I just exploded. Please don't be mad at me, it hurts."

"It hurts me too, Rich. I felt like one of the cows when a bull fucks them. You could have held me, you could have told me this when we were still lying together. You didn't have to just get up and tell me how great it was, it was only great for you, not me."

Rich began stroking his crying sister's hair. He slowly rocked from side to side as Joanne began to relax in his arms. When he felt her arms go around his waist and hug him, he kissed the top of her head.

"Please forgive me, Jo, you're right. I guess I wasn't thinking about you too much. I'll try harder next time, I promise."

Joanne slipped her hand between her brother's bibs and back. Her sobs stopped and she began to slowly rum her hand over his back. She thought back to their first sexual encounters, remembering how quickly he would cum, how quickly she would cum. Joanne also realized that after she and her brother had done something several times, they learned to prolong their orgasms. Joanne realized that she that could control her brother's climax when she had his penis in her hand or mouth and make him cum quickly or last for a while.

"I'm sorry too. I'm being a selfish brat. I know you couldn't help it. I just wanted it to be like the first time, Rich. Like last night."

"I know, I know," Rich whispered to her as he stroked the back of her head. "Last night was wonderful, but you know there can only be one first time. We will always have the memories of our first time, but we can never repeat it."

Joanne nodded her head against his chest, accepting the fact he was right. As long as they lived there would never be another first hand job, a first blowjob, a first fuck. She let her hand drift lower on his back and over his butt. Looking up at him, she pleaded for a kiss with her eyes. Rich sensed it and pressed his lips to hers. They kissed softly at first, the kiss becoming more passionate as it progressed. Opening her mouth, she moved her tongue over his lips, coxing them apart.

As her brother pushed his tongue into her mouth, Joanne thought about the night of her birthday, the night she lost her virginity. She remembered each detail of their lovemaking and realized that they had both reached an orgasm before that wonderful moment when he entered her. She also remembered that when they fooled around in the barn or at the swimming hole that it would take Rich longer the second time, and even longer the third. It was at that point it dawned on her, that the lights came on and enlightened her. Last night he had cum in her mouth before they ended up in bed, before he entered her and made her a woman.

Joanne began to smile as she kissed her brother. She moved her hand around his body and groped for Rich's penis. When her hand covered his member she giggled at the fact it was hard. She slipped her hand into his boxers. Gripping his naked flesh she moved her hand along the shaft. Their movements began to take on a renewed passion and Rich's hand dropped to her bottom. He squeezed her butt cheek and pulled her against him.

Joanne could feel the heat building in her loins and her hands began to pull at her brother's clothing. She pulled the straps of his overall down his arms and worked them over his hips. Dropping to her knees, she grabbed his boxers and pulled them down his legs until his clothing gathered at his ankles. Rich tried to free his feet of his overalls as his sister covered his penis with her mouth.

Unceremoniously, she began to bob her head in his throbbing member and stroked his shaft with her hand. As she worked her mouth and hand over his penis, she pulled at her dress with her other hand. She pulled it up around her waist and began to remove her panties. Rich held her head and thrust his hips, driving his penis into her mouth.

Joanne managed to get her still damp panties off one leg, leaving the garment around her other ankle. She concentrated on his member, allowing more and more into her sucking mouth. When the bulbous head hit the opening to her throat, she gagged. She pulled back slightly, let the feeling subside and then removed her hand from his shaft.

With her hands on his bare bottom, Joanne pulled Rich's entire penis into her mouth and throat. She guided him as he pumped his member into her, groaning around it. Salvia ran from the corners of her mouth onto her dress as she let her brother thrust into her. Rich's butt cinched tight and his penis sent a surge of semen directly into her throat. She pulled back and felt the next wave against her tongue as his penis throbbed in her mouth.

When his ejaculations stopped, Joanne held his penis in her mouth and rubbed it with her tongue. Her brother's legs began to quiver and she helped him to the ground, never removing her mouth from him. She moved a hand between his legs, cupped his scrotum and massaged his orbs. Rich moaned as his semi hard penis began to get hard again and lifted his hips up from the ground.

Rolling onto her back and pulling her dress up, Joanne guided her brother between her legs. She held his penis against her opening, rubbed the tip against her labia and wiggled as he entered her for the third time.

Rich took over the roll of the aggressor and slowly pushed his member into her vagina. He put his hands under her bottom and pulled her up against him as he slowly began to slide his shaft in her heated cavern. Arching her back, Joanne groaned as she felt her vagina filled, emptied, and then filled again. Unlike the first time they made love today, Rich's movements were slow and steady.

"Oh yes, Rich," Joanne yelled. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy and make me cum. Fuck my pussy and fill me with your cum."

Joanne began to move under her brother's thrusting body. She raised her legs, spread them wide and let them flail in the air. Her vagina began to contract, gripping his member as Rich continued to pump it in and out of her.

When her stomach tightened and her vagina quivered, Joanne screamed. Her sounds were animal like and incoherent. She moved her head from side to side as her brother drove his penis deep into her. Rich's own climax was near, but he grit his teeth and used every ounce of energy to keep from coming, to keep from sending his seed into her vagina.

Joanne's climax reached its summit and her body tensed. She groaned and wrapped her legs around Rich's butt as she ground her clitoris against his pubic bone. He juices flowed and the movement of Rich's penis in her made a muffled squishing sound. Unable to hold on any longer, Rich let his cum flow through his penis and into her convulsing vagina. The combination of their juiced caused the sloshing sounds to get louder and the fluids seeped out of her into the crack of her butt.

Joanne's body went limp as her brother's penis swelled in her for the last time. His arms shook as Rich tried to keep his weight off her, but when Joanne pulled him down, he also went limp. He began to kiss her neck and repeating the words, "I love you" over and over in her ear. Joanne lifted her arm and let it fall onto his back.

"Well, that more than made up for earlier," Joanne panted. "You have to get up though, you're squashing me."

Rich kissed her and rolled onto the ground next to her. His overalls and boxers still bunched around his ankles, and his tee shirt over his chest. Once he was off her, Joanne sat up and grinned.

"I'm going to run back to the creek and wash up, Rich. Do you want to come with me?"

"Sure, Jo let me get my bibs back on."

"Whatever," Joanne said and she stood up.

Joanne pulled her dress off and tossed it on the ground as her brother pulled his boxers up. When he looked at her naked body, he grinned. She giggled and took off for the creek, wearing only her shoes and socks. Rich began to chase after her, pulling his overalls up as he ran. When he caught up with his sister, she was standing at the bank of the creek removing her shoes. She waded out into the water, sat down on the gravel bottom and opened her legs into the flowing cool water.

Rich stripped off his clothes and joined her in the shallow creek. He sat next to Joanne and watched as the crystal clear water washed over her crotch. Joanne put her hands between her legs and rubbed herself, cleansing away her brother's cum and her juices. When she was finished cleaning herself, she reached for her brother's flaccid penis and washed it in the chilling water.

Joanne got up, straddled her brother's outstretched legs and sat down facing him. She put her arms around his neck, leaned back slightly and giggled.

"I think I know the secret to a good fuck, Rich, I just have to give you a blowjob first. That way you won't cum so fast and I get to enjoy it more."

"I really liked it more too, Jo. It was much better than earlier."

Wiggling her bottom on his legs, she kissed him and stood up. She pushed her mons into his face and rubbed her crotch on him.

"Just don't forget I like to be licked too, Rich."

Rich reached up and grabbed her bottom. He pulled her towards him, tilted his head back and poked at her clit with his tongue. Joanne giggled, grabbed his hair and pulled his face to her.

After several minutes, she let go of his head and backed away. "We best get the fence fixed. It's almost time to head home."

Rich stood up, following Joanne out of the water. They put on their shoes and socks and he picked up his clothes. They walked back to the spot where she had left her dress and other things, hand in hand, drying their bodies in the afternoon sun.

Joanne helped her brother repair the fence and gathered her clothes and the picnic basket. They moved along the fence line, still nude, fixing it as they went. When they were within several hundred yards of the dirt road, they stopped and dressed. It was close to suppertime when they left the pasture and began walking down the road towards the house. Their father pulled up in the pick up, stopped next to his children and asked them if they wanted a ride.

Rich opened the door of the truck, let his sister climb in next to their father and then jumped in beside her. They talked about the fence and how much they managed to fix as Seth drove back to the house.

The two siblings took turns in the shower and then ate supper with their parents. They sat around in the yard talking for an hour and then the kids went up to bed.

Seth and Betty sat in the wooden glider and watched the sunset. He pulled a smoke out of the pack in the front pocket of his overalls, took out his lighter and lit the cigarette. The blue-gray smoke swirled around his head as he exhaled, and he put his arm around his wife's shoulders. They slowly rocked back and forth in the glider, both of them staring out into the darkening sky. A cool breeze began to blow into their faces and Betty snuggled closer to her husband.

"Well, Seth," Betty whispered as if in a room full of strangers. "What do you think?"

Seth took one last drag of the cigarette and flicked the glowing butt into the grass. He turned to his wife, smiled and said, "I think everything is fine honey, just fine."

"I hope so," Betty said, and put her hand on his thigh.

Joanne sat on her bed in her pajamas thinking about the day. She couldn't help grinning as she remembered her brother's penis sliding in and out of her vagina and the excitement of having him make love to her. After several minutes, she decided that a cold soda would taste good and went downstairs. She went into the kitchen to get a Coke, but stopped when she heard her parents in the yard.

Walking out onto the back porch, she was about to go out the door when she looked at the glider and stopped in her tracks. Her parents were in each other's arms. Joanne watched them kissing, something she couldn't remember seeing them do, at least not like this. They had their mouths pressed tightly together and her father had his hand under her mom's dress.

Joanne stood in the shadows and gazed out the screen door as her mother slipped her hand down the front of her dad's overalls. She could tell that she was rubbing his penis by the way her hand moved under the blue denim bibs. She saw her dad move his mouth away from her mom's and lean his head back and she moved her hand in his pants.

"How bout a quickie before bed, Betty," Joanne heard her father say.

"All right, Seth," her mother said. "But make it fast, I'm tired tonight."

Joanne watched in a state of shock as her parents got up from the glider and went over to the picnic table. Her mother faced the table and gripped the top as her father lowered his overalls. She noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Standing at the door with her mouth open, Joanne watched as her father stroked his long thick member with one hand and flipped her mom's dress over her back with the other. He grabbed her white cotton panties, pulled them aside and pushed his penis into her vagina. Seth put both hands on his wife's hips and began to drive his thick shaft in and out of her mother from behind. Tearing her eyes from her dad's penis, she looked at her mother's emotionless face.

Joanne realized that her mom was just servicing her dad. She was a receptacle for his erection, a depository for his seed. Her mom only cared about pleasing him, or at least letting him please himself. She showed no concern for her own pleasure or need to be an equal in their sexual encounter. Joanne wondered if her mom even liked sex, if she found any enjoyment being intimate. She wondered if her mother had ever had an orgasm.