Chapter 1

Lightning flashed, and thunder rolled across the flat prairie land of Jerome, Kansas. To Sarah Fletcher, the torrential downpour sounded like the constant beating of a thousand drums on the old tin and wooden farmhouse roof.

“Hold me, Donny; you know how much I despise thunderstorms,” Sarah said, turning her back to her older brother. She wrapped his arm around her, just below her young breasts.

“Can’t you keep your bum still? You’re rubbing it against me,” he complained.

“What’s wrong, Donny? Am I getting you excited?” She giggled.

“It’s bad enough that we share the same bedroom, but now you want to share my bed too?”

“Just until the storm passes. Do you think we’ll get another tornado like last year?”

“No, Mom and Dad would have had us gone to the shelter by now. It’s just a normal thunderstorm.”

“I hate normal thunderstorms. You remember last summer when we lost our big tree to lightning and it damaged the barn?”

A sudden flash of lightning heated the air so close with that sizzling sound, followed by the instantaneous shuddering thunder. “Wow, that was a close one!” She remarked.

Needing to feel safer, she moved his hand to cover her right breast, her tiny ass pressing further against his crotch.

“Do you think we’ll have to move away from here? I’ve heard Mom and Dad talking about the farm and the banker saying we need more money,” she asked.

“We may have to. The weather hasn’t been good for crop growing the past few years, and all this rain will do is wash away any of the good soil that may be left.”

Another bolt of lightning and a clap of thunder caused Sarah to jolt. She placed her hand on Donny’s thigh, pressing closer to him and wiggling her ass.

“Can’t you stay still?”

“No, I feel safe in your arms.”

As they watched the lightning strikes in the distance from their bedroom window, Sarah could feel his hot breath exhale on her neck. His hand still covering her breast, she prompted him to caress it.

“I shouldn’t be doing this, you know.”

“What’s wrong, Donny? Are you afraid you’ll want to make whoopee with me?” She teased.

“Yes, but you’re my sister.”

“Why should that matter? We know that Mom and Dad do it a lot.”

“Yes, they do, but they’re married and our parents.”

“We live on a farm; I know what male and female animals do to mate. Besides, we know a few brothers and sisters who do it together. This is farm country, and I’ve heard a few stories about what some families do.”

“I’ve seen a male’s cock before when our animals mate. When we were in school, two boys who knew it was my fourteenth birthday took me behind the school house and showed me their dongs. They played with them until that white stuff came out of their pee hole and onto the ground.”

“Who were they?”

“I’m not going to tell you, or you’ll go and beat them up. Then on another day, they let me play with their dongs until I made the white goop come out.”

Around the time she turned fourteen, Sarah had these feelings growing inside her, and her interest in boys increased.

Sarah unfastened several buttons on her nightgown and guided her brother’s hand onto her soft, bare breast. “You can touch me, Donny. I won’t stop you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ve always wondered what it might be like, seeing Mom and Dad do it. They always seem very happy when they do.”

“You want us to make whoopee?” He tested.

“Yes, I do. When I’m older, I may not remember who my first boyfriend was, but I’ll definitely remember that my first time was with my brother.”

Sarah moved her hand between them to touch his crotch. She smiled, feeling that his cock was partially hard.

“See, your dong is getting hard, so you want to make whoopee with me too. Would I be your first, or have you already screwed Sally Anne Webber?” She teased.

“You’ve screwed Sally?” She laughed as Donny hesitated to respond.

“Please don’t let our parents or hers find out.”