Chalk Down Farm was the smallest farm in the Meon Valley.

This was partly due to the ancient chalk quarry that bordered our top field, forming a natural barrier. They reckoned its location would’ve been a site for ancient cave dwellers which seemed a bit far-fetched to me as a kid.

The farm had been in Pa’s Mallard family for generations; he’d married Mam who’d lived in the village and had that year, become the May Queen.

Now she was the mother of us three Mallard kids.

Although Chalk Down was not big enough for grazing livestock it could accommodate a few horses alongside producing some grain and ground crops, but local folk regarded us Mallard’s as dirt poor. They had more profitable farms and didn’t really mix with us.

First Jean, then myself and Pearl were born and raised at the farm and I think it’s fair to say we were three attractive looking kids.

Our childhood pass-times outside of school were the horses and the old cave at the chalk-pit. The cave was ours; a place to lose ourselves from the world; exploring the cave; and exploring each other.

It was my older sister Jean who invented a sex game she called, ‘In Hospital’.

It consisted of exploring each other on the pretence of being a doctor or nurse. Pearl was mostly a shy bystander.

Later the game had progressed into ‘Love, Kiss Dare or Promise’ in which I sort of lost my virginity to Jean.

Both of us had matured early with the physical demands of the farm and horse riding showing through in our build.

But little else had disturbed our lives on the farm - until Jean had started work that day at the factory in the nearby town Petersfield ~

“You can’t wear them jeans on your first day at your new job Jean!” exclaimed Mam as we all stood around the kitchen holding mugs of tea.

“It’s a factory job Mam, you can wear what you like; anyway, they’re styled with a zip up the side for girls; see! Their all the go in jive clubs!

I laughed, “Oh! has Clanfield suddenly gota a jive club then Jeany!”

Jean scowled and poked out her tongue.

“Oh well, they’ll probably put you into an overall when you get there anyway.” replied Mam, then out in the yard the cockerel began loudly crowing over his broody hens again.

Mam continued, “And if our Pearl don’t get down those stairs real soon, she’ll really be late for school; are you going in today Don?”

“No time for school Mam, Pa needs the two-acre done while the sun’s still on it; he reckons it’ll rain heavy tomorrow.”

“You’ll never get your English “O” level like that Donny! You’ll just remain a handsome hunk!” teased Jean as she stood by the by the yard door waiting for me.

She looked especially attractive; all poshed-up for her first job. We’d had sex in the cave recently; I’d shot my load in her for the first time. I really loved her.

“No he won’t, will he”, said Mam, “Our Pearl will get it before Don ever will”

“Are you taking me now Donny or what?” said Jean petulantly.

“Yea, come on then!” I said and as I brushed passed her she put her arm up on my shoulder and with a pout pleaded,

“Would you lift me through the mucky yard Don?”

“Christ, what did your last servant die of!” I jibbed, cupping her bum in my arm and lifting her cleanly up. Her arms went round my neck.

Then I carried her through the white chalk mud of the yard that she was so eager to avoid spoiling her black jive shoes. Her eyes had danced with mine as she murmured, “I’ll reward you in the cave this evening, OK Donny?”

“I might demand more than a prize!” I said, dumping her into the truck and she squealed with glee!

Getting behind the wheel, I released the handbrake to get the truck rolling down the yard before letting-in the clutch and jerking alive the engine.

Hens flapped in all directions as I gunned the motor with glee, causing Jean more laughter as she squirmed beside me!

Dad was down by the gate, scowling: the old khaki army jacket he lived in, so pickled in oil and muck that it had become waterproof. It was turned-up at the collar, giving him the appearance of the hero in ‘Ice Cold in Alex’ that had been on at the cinema recently.

Jean and I both laughed spontaneously and as I pulled up alongside of him, he issued an instruction,

“Before you start on that field Don, stop off at Harris’s and pick up a posting drill; OK.”

He gave one of his grimaces to Jean that conveyed a kindly blessing before turning back to his task in hand.

I drove off, up Whitedirt Lane towards Clanfield where Jean was meeting the works bus that would take her on to the factory.

I was nearly fifteen then and Jean was a sexy sixteen.

Her taking a job, meant that Jean had entered the outside world, that other place.

Before long, her appearance changed; her hair in a pony-tail that she constantly brushed and flicked.

She also began losing interest in the horse-riding that we’d always shared together.

Before long she was talking about her wonderful new boyfriend at the factory.

Jonny Myles was twenty years old; he looked like Robert Mitcham and had a fast motorbike!

“Yea ... a big cock too!” I thought sourly.

I was jealous of course; I was losing Jean, who I had always thought of as mine.

Jean now spent all her time out and about with Jonny and her horse-riding became a thing of the past, her fine gelding Temple, left grazing in the meadow.

But young Pearl found her sister’s romance so exciting,

“Oh your so lucky Jean! How did you meet him? How tall is he? Have you kissed him yet?” Pearl enthused over it all with Jeany.

But I felt left out in the cold.

The first time Jonny brought her home on his motorbike, I saw it was a Bonneville!

The bike that was every lads dream; a thing of power and beauty; and Jonny Myles was an impressive looking chap too. Tall dark and handsome; yep, he really was!

Yet I found myself getting on surprisingly well with him; talking about the Triumph Bonneville. In no time I was also under his magical spell.

Later that summer Jonny Myles took me for a ride on the Bonneville along the Hogs Back Road; built by the Romans; long and strait.

I’d had only a shirt on. We reached such a terrible speed that I almost lost my grip around his waist. All I registered was the scream of the engine and my eyes streaming in the freezing slipstream.

As we pulled up in the farmyard where the girls had been awaiting our return and Jonny declared that coming down the hill we’d ‘hit the ton’!

Pearl came up to me all agog; asked me what it had been like.

It was then I’d suddenly realised how gorgeous she’d become.

Approaching puberty her figure had formed, and her lips were quite luscious. I tried to be casual,

“It’s like I expected Pearl, very fast and bloody dangerous!”

“Ask him if he would just ride me up Whitedirt Lane Donny?” Pearl implored with her hand on my thigh.

I’d already lost Jean to the lure of the Bonneville and right now I was resisting an urge to take hold of Pearl ... and kiss her. ~ ~

That summer Pearl took over Jean’s horse Temple, being a stronger mount than her pony and now it was we two who rode the chalk downs together.

It forged an intimacy between us; as it had between Jean and I; but Pearl was a far more cautious girl when it came to sex.

One hot day we rode out to an isolated lake where we rested the mounts and lay sunning ourselves on the bank,

“It’s really lovely here! I could quite enjoy a dip if I had something to change into Donny.”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude Pearl Mallard! There’s only the Ravens here to see you!”

So, Pearl shyly shed her jodhpurs, and waded carefully into the shining water.

She was in up to her thighs; being careful not to wet her panties. “Come on in Donny; it’s lovely!”

She didn’t realise it, but she looked ravishing; her loose fair hair at her neck her deep-blue eyes sparkling invitingly.

In a show of bravado, I stripped off and ran in; skinny-dipping around her.

She squealed in delight at my antics and made back for the bank with me following.

Drying off together she noticed my erection and it caused her to blush.

I grinned and stepped close to her,

“That’s how I feel about you now; I’ve wanted you to know a for a while. Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t mind ... I’ve wanted you too Don.” she murmured.

We embraced and necked some; my cock between her naked thighs; I felt her shudder with excitement and our tongues twisted like snakes. I was ready to fuck her but suddenly she wrenched away and pulled on her jodhpurs.

Pearl had managed to remain a virgin: and I was grateful to her.

...

We were getting to the end of summer and I recall it being a Sunday that Jean had come home from being out all day with Jonny Myles.

But as I came in from the barn she was into a seriously bad argument with Pa?

The tension was awful. The row then reached shouting level and Mam was openly crying!

The old man was also distressed over the argument that was taking place!

Pearl looked to me; I saw she needed to escape from the tension of it all so I led her away to the stable where we saddled up and rode out onto the Downs as the sun was setting.

Eventually we stopped to rest the horses. Then we lay beside each other and watched them grazing. We were miles from anywhere and we gazed at each other before embracing. We’d both known it was going to happen sooner or later. Our kissing was urgent as we began undressing each other in the moonlight.

There was no hesitation or words between us, as Pearl and me we went the whole way. ~

On our return to the farm, Mam broke the sorry story to myself and younger sister.