With Ma and Pa full-time in Florida, it was up to the twins, Xander and Nessa, to run the family farm. They found harvesting three vast fields of hay under the hot summer sun hard work to say the least, but at last they were done.

“We should celebrate,” Xander declared.

“We should, but how?” Nessa asked.

“Shuck dem clothings, sister, and hop aboard that bale,” Xander drawled.

Nessa did as asked.

The fuck which followed was fast and furious, ending with the siblings spiraling into paroxysms of erotic pleasure.

“That was so fine!” Xander opined. “Now we’re truly done.”

“Haw, not at all,” Nessa retorted, gesturing to the fields of forty-nine unconsecrated bales. “Now unbutton those overalls, brother, and mount up.”

By nightfall of the following day Nessa and Xander concluded the celebrations, fifty bales successfully stacked in the barn.

“Whew!” Nessa said. “If I get a son out of this I’m naming him Tim for Timothy.”

“Or Al for Alfalfa,” Xander kidded.

Nessa took a deep breath. “Yeah, and that fucking grass is already growing. There’s got to be an easier way.”

As it turned out, once the neighboring farmers learned of Nessa and Xander’s agricultural methodology, they were quick to assist in the second cutting.

This girl wanted nothing concealed.
She stood naked before her crop yield.
You must take this as a fact,
More than hay was well stacked.
Many farmers enjoy ploughing her field!

Poem by Ashley
Illustrations by Mat