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My Sister Hated Thunderstorms

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Chapter 2

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - During the later 1930's depression era in Kansas, young Sarah Fletcher discovers a unique way to overcome her fear of thunderstorms. A bleak future forces her family to make a new start in life.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   Romantic   BiSexual   Fiction   Farming   Cheating   Sharing   Incest   Bestiality   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   First   Oral Sex   Voyeurism  

The beginning of their enjoyment was interrupted by a banging sound coming from outside the window. Their parent’s bedroom light came on, and their dad went to the window.

“What did Dad say?” Sarah asked.

“I don’t know,” Donny said, going to the window in their room. He watched as his dad hurried outside into the torrential downpour and to the corral, followed by their dog, Buck, and closed the barn door. “The wind made the barn door blow open. Maybe I should go and help him to make sure none of the animals get out.”

“If Daddy wanted you, he could have called for you. Please come back to bed and continue loving me. It felt very nice with your tongue on me.”

Donny returned to the embrace of his new lover. He kissed her lips, then her nipples, and then resumed his position between her legs.

They could hear the commotion of their dad coming back in, then their mom leading him into the bedroom. Donny moved up to cuddle against Sarah, as if that would keep them from being discovered. Both doors opened a crack, and they could see their mom helping their dad off with his wet clothes and drying his hair.

Their eyes widened as she knelt, caressed his cock, and began to suck on it.

“See, I want to do that to you too, just like Mommy is doing to Daddy,” she said, her hand going around his cock.

Their dad lifted their mom to her feet, and slipping the nightgown from her shoulders made her naked. “You can bet that my body will be just as good-looking as hers when I grow up,” Sarah predicted.

“Have you done it with Mom? I know some boys who have admitted to having sex with their mothers.”

He had to laugh at her odd question. “No, but seeing that body of hers, if I had the opportunity, I would do it like the animals with her.”

“Maybe I’ll help you find a way to have sex with Mommy.” He looked at her, not believing what she had just suggested. “As I said, we live on a farm.”

Their mother, now naked, kneeled and resumed sucking on his cock. “Do you think she’ll make his white stuff go into her mouth like we’ve seen her do before?” She asked.

“I don’t think so this time.” They watched her stand and take his hand, leading him onto the bed and between her legs.

“I think our parents have sex more often than our animals do,” Sarah laughed.

“And in the same position too. “After all, we do live on a farm,” he said with a smile.

“I’ve seen Daddy doing it with her from behind too. You know who else I’ve seen have sex with Mommy from behind?” She asked.

“I’ve seen her too. Who did you see?”

“I saw Buck do it many times with Mommy from behind. She seems to like it and does it when Daddy is gone.”

“Maybe we can convince Mom to let us watch Buck do it with her.”


“While they’re having their fun, let’s continue ours,” she said, guiding Donny on his back.

She turned and looked at the semi-hard cock she wanted to mate with. “Just like Mom does to Dad,” she said, lowering her mouth to the head. “Don’t you make your stuff go into my mouth; I want it in my beaver first.”

“Then don’t suck on it too long, or I will splash it into your mouth.”

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