Chapter 5

Since Bob and Jim slept in the same room too, Bob had used the pretext of discussing the trip to town (just as Sally had), in order to open up the subject of sex with Jim. Bob and Jim had few secrets from each other. Knowing Jim masturbated, just like he did, they had always allowed each other privacy. They had even compared dicks, as they grew up, so Bob and Jim could talk easily about sex. The topic, of course, had been purely theoretical and fantasy until now. Opening the conversation, by asking Jim if anything exciting had happened in town, Jim said things were pretty much the same, except the Franklin Twins had managed to talk some girls into going up in the theater balcony. He had watched them sneak up the stairway while the usher was at the door. Bob and Jim speculated about what went on in the balcony. Bob bet the boys had at least got a few kisses and maybe a feel of tit through the clothes. Jim had more faith in the twins’ ability and surmised they had managed to get their bare hands inside of the girls’ blouses and up their dresses. Maybe they had even been able to get their fingers inside their panties.

This line of thought allowed Bob to ask Jim what he would do if he had the chance, and whom he would choose if he had a choice. Jim got a wistful look on his face, and said he had big plans for the first girl he managed to get access to. Bob pressed him for details. Jim said he had about a dozen possibilities in mind for the girl, naming a few. Bob, trying to turn the subject closer to home, made disparaging remarks about all of the girls named. He demeaned each one, by comparing some physical attribute to the same attribute on one of their own sisters and, each time commented that the sisters had the best. Jim started to wonder about this, and asked Bob if he was crazy.

Why think about their sisters? Sure, their sisters were some of the best looking in town, but they wouldn’t ever get a chance to do anything with them. Bob decided to take a chance. He told Jim how he had been able to talk Sally into letting him feel her tits and pussy. Jim got wide-eyed and let out a low whistle. He said he couldn’t believe it, but if it happened, why had Sally let Bob, when she had all the boys in town. Bob just looked at him like he was a backward stepchild, and Jim realized it was because the girls were hardly ever allowed to go without the boys along. Jim got all excited.

“Do you think she’ll let me do it too?”

Bob told him he wasn’t sure if it was a onetime thing, or not, but they would just have wait for the opportunity to ask her. Jim went right to bed and Bob could hear him beating off. Bob would have beaten off too, if it hadn’t been for the fun he had had this afternoon. He went to sleep with a smile on his face.

The next morning, the entire family went to church. Of course, chores had to be done before and after. In the afternoon, when all the chores were done, the parents liked to take a nap, and the children were allowed to relax around the farm. This would be their chance. Sally took Bob aside during the chores and pumped him for information. He told her he had Jim all primed. She told Bob, Martha was willing, but she had not brought up the possibility of doing it with her brothers. They would have to take it slow at first, but plans were made for their parents’ naptime.

After the chores were finished, Sally asked her mother if they could go to the creek and swim, since it was such a warm day. Her mother said they could, as long as the boys accompanied them. Sally acted like she was agreeing reluctantly, but she could hardly conceal her excitement. She told the other siblings about the plans for swimming. Bob looked at Jim and gave him a sly grin.

Their parents worked hard all week, from dawn until after dark, and they enjoyed their Sunday naps, which usually lasted about four hours. The boys and girls left before their parents went down, so they would have the maximum time away from the house. It took them about fifteen minutes to walk to the creek, which was well sheltered by dense undergrowth and tall trees. Normally, the boys would go off and swim in another part of the creek, so the boys separated from the girls when they arrived. Jim looked at Bob questioningly, but Bob shushed him.

After the boys left, Sally and Martha sat in a thicket, which was sometimes used as a changing area, since it was shielded on all sides.

“I don’t really feel like swimming today.” The younger girl said.

“What do you feel like doing?”

Martha, in the light of day, was shy in asking, but finally...

“I’d like to have you play with me like you did last night, and I’ll do you too.”

“It sounds good to me.”

They took off their bathing suits and lay down on an old quilt they had brought. Feeling secure, they started out by playing with each other’s tits, then began roaming lower. Martha had become bolder since last night, and Sally let her take the initiative. They kept getting in each other’s way, so Sally suggested they go head to foot, for free access to each other. Once they were in position, they resumed their mutual grope, Sally managing to insert her finger in Martha’s twat, while her sister took time inspecting Sally’s pussy in the daylight.

All of a sudden, the boys crashed through the brush, yelling:

“We’re gonna tell! We’re gonna tell!”

Martha was scared witless, but Sally kept control, pleading with the boys not to tell, while giving Bob a wink. Bob took the cue and quieted Jim down, a sly grin spreading over his face.

“We could be persuaded not to tell.”

“How?”

“We want in on the fun.”

Martha was freaking out, but Sally soothed her, whispering to her about what boys could do better than girls, - even if they were their brothers. It took a lot of talking, but Martha finally decided to give it a try. She had been thinking hard while Sally was talking, and came to the conclusion she would be less nervous with a boy she knew, and who did she know better than her brothers?

Sally assumed control and asked Jim if he had ever touched a girl before. He answered, truthfully, that he hadn’t, so she told him he better learn by touching her. In the meantime, Bob could be fondling Martha. Making it clear no dicks would be put in, without her say-so, they paired off and lay down together on the quilt.

Making Jim take off his swim trunks, Sally looked him over. His was a slightly smaller version of Bob’s cock, and putting her hand around it, pumped it up and down a couple of times. This caused Jim to roll his eyeballs up into his head. She then took his hand and put it on her boob, and he caught on fast, soon kneading her tits like bread dough. She had to caution him to be gentle, and his hand strayed down to her bush, where he found her already soaked. Not knowing what to make of all the wetness, he smelled his finger and touched his tongue to it. Apparently not disappointed in the taste, he stuck his finger in her snatch and moved it around, then brought it out and licked the finger. Not able to get his fill with his finger, he leaned down and started to suck on her nipples, tentatively at first, and then with more vigor, then moved down to her cunt with his tongue. Sticking his tongue in and licking a few times, he started sucking on her twat, which she enjoyed very much.

Meanwhile, Bob had taken off his trunks and laid by Martha. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of his cock. She watched Sally and Jim, as Bob took her hand and guided it to his dick. She took hold of it and felt its hardness. She then moved her hand up and down the shaft like she had seen Sally do to Jim. Giving his prick the kind of close inspection, she had given Sally’s cunt, she hardly noticed when Bob started feeling her breasts. They were very beautifully shaped, the nipples a delicate reddish brown against the fair complexions typical of redheads. He worked down to her red bush and tickled it a little, then he ran his finger down her slit and then back up and in. Letting out an involuntary moan, she looked up at him, and he could tell she was wet and ready.