Chapter 6

Gloria Rankow strode across the unfamiliar field fighting her anger and wondering how the argument with her fiance had started. It was bad enough having had to spend the night alone, owing to the moral vagaries of Mrs. Judge, but then Frank had broken his word, failing to come up to the bedroom at the appointed time so that they could be alone together.

Frank had explained his tardiness in a most unsatisfactory manner, saying that he had been having a serious discussion with his little sister, a nasty looking little beauty whom she had glimpsed briefly outside the kitchen. He had refused to go into detail about their conversation, but that was not by any means the worst thing that the young man had done.

Once they were alone in the bedroom, Frank had refused to fuck her, despite the fact that the house was empty and nobody could have disturbed them. He had complained of tiredness, of not sleeping well on the couch. That sort of thing had never colored her man's lust in the past and now it could do nothing but contribute to Gloria's suspicions.

Frank had never talked about his family in any kind of detail. They seemed to be strangely quiet and introverted people. The mother and father had been quite icy in their welcome and the daughter and younger son had made no effort to meet her. Sooner or later they would have to accept her and deal with her as a person. Gloria was not the sort of woman to be slighted under any circumstances.

She had ended up yelling at Frank and running out of the house, refusing to let him accompany her. They had had their share of arguments in the past. Their relationship was stormy and passionate, just like both their characters. Still, this fight had been confusing and inconclusive. Gloria could not really understand the basis of her suspicions.

It was a warm summer morning, almost noon actually, with the sun beating down mercilessly on the carefully tended fields. The farm was as Frank had described it, small but quite productive and actually very pleasant to look at and walk around. For a city girl like Gloria Rankow it was exciting and exotic to be in such a rustic and bucolic setting.

Aside from the Judge farm, the region seemed almost deserted, protected by hills on one side and a large lake on the other. It must have been strange to grow up ten miles from town and five from one's nearest neighbors. One thing was certain. She and Frank were never going to move in with his parents.

Gloria found her mood improving as she paced the perimeter of the Judge farm. She could see Mr. Judge mending fences on the far boundary but did not bother to approach him. No, the man was tight-lipped and unfriendly. He would have to make the first move if they were ever going to be friends.

"Hey, you must be Gloria," a young masculine voice interjected into the midst of Gloria's reverie.

Gloria stared around in all four directions trying to find the source of the unknown voice. She smiled as she saw a filthy masculine form emerge from beneath what looked like an abandoned tractor. It had to be Gerald, the younger brother of whom Frank had spoken so fondly in the past.

"I've been working on this damn tractor all morning, otherwise I'd a come in to say howdy," Gerald announced, wringing sweat from the waistband of his work shirt. "Anyway, it's a real pleasure to meet you, but I'm too dirty to shake your hand."

"If you clean up a little, I might even let you kiss me," Gloria teased the obviously good-natured youth. "Look, there's a hose over there. Come on, I'll wash you down and then maybe you'll smell a little less like Old Macdonald."

Gerald returned the girl's smile, confused by her urban accent and whimsical manner of expression. Gloria was something to see, all right, a tall, slender woman whose short skirt and tight sweater left little to the imagination. She had a big pair of tits for such a thin body, as Gerald couldn't held noticing.

Gerald pulled his shirt off and loosened his trousers, walking over to the hose Gloria had indicated. He closed his eyes and threw his hands out as if waiting to be baptized. Gloria looked the boy over for a moment and then turned the nozzle of the hose, loosing a stream of cold water onto the top of his head.

"Shit, that's COLD!" Gerald shouted. "Take it easy, you're supposed to be cleaning me, not turning me into a snowman."

"You're covered with oil, I'll never get you clean," Gloria answered. "I guess I'll have to scrub you down."

So saying, the girl balanced the hose on an end of the tractor, directing the stream in Gerald's general direction. She grabbed the well constructed lad by the shoulders and turned him around, immediately wiping his back with a rough piece of reasonably clean cloth she had found next to the water spigot.

A few minutes later, Gloria was as wet and cold as her younger charge. It was impossible to clean the boy and stay dry simultaneously. However, her adventure improved Gloria's mood almost immediately. Gerald was a nice boy, not nearly as much a wiseass as his brother. He was good-looking, too, but that was something she had anticipated in advance.

"Come on, I have some towels next to the tractor," Gerald said a few moments later. "You're going to get a cold running around like that. You should get some dry clothing."

"Let it dry in the sun," Gloria answered mischievously. "If you don't mind my being naked, that is."

Gerald tried to be cool about the situation, not letting himself say a thing. He would have given his left ball to see the girl naked but could not express himself about it with even a veneer of sophistication. The two youngsters sat down behind the tractor and Gloria realized that they were completely out of Mr. Judge's sight. She could take off her wringing wet blouse without looking like some kind of whore in the man's eyes.

Gloria reversed her blouse and then drew it slowly over her head. Frank tried not to look but it was apparent that the girl hadn't been wearing a bra. To his surprise, Gloria did not stop with her blouse, kicking her skin-tight jeans over her ankles and sitting down beside him clad in nothing but a filmy wet pair of near transparent panties.

It was almost too much for Gerald to take. A few hours before he had been sucked off by his sister, but it had only added to the healthy young lad's desire for more. Now he was inches away from the most beautiful and sophisticated woman he had ever seen. What the hell was he supposed to do about it?

Gloria made that decision for him, saying a few words to Gerald and then kissing him playfully on the cheek. Her mind was made up. Obviously there was something going on between Frank and his little sister. As long as that was the case, there was no reason for her not to make turn-about fair play. And the boy was turning into an easy enough mark, she reflected as Gerald returned her kiss, putting his arm on her shoulder and trying to force his tongue into her mouth. The boy was stripped to the waist already and his overalls were falling below the belt line. Soon he would be as naked and aroused as herself.

Gerald took the fascinating girl in his arms, still unable to believe what was happening to him. Her tits were pressed provocatively against his chest and she had her hands running up and down his back. A girl like that could be fucked. She had a lot in common with his first girl, Judy Jeffers.

Gloria was still quivering as her body dried in the shade of the resting tractor. She held her new lover close, feeling the boy's prick getting stiff behind his trousers. Soon Gloria reached down and began to fondle the stiff rod, not bothering to liberate it from the confines of its clothing.

Just as she had predicted, Gerald wasted no time getting out of the rest of his clothing. As Gloria slipped her panties off, the boy stripped to the skin, having some difficulty getting his erection free. That made Gloria smile, as did the thickness and rigidity of her newfound toy.

Gloria rose to her knees before the boy, pressing her lovely pert face against his groin. She ran her tongue through his pubic hair and then moved closer to Gerald's pulsating prick. The boy looked like he might shoot in her mouth but she had to take that chance, show him a good time before they fucked.

It was impossible for Gerald to accept the fact that a woman could be that free and guiltless about sex. After all, it had taken hours to convince his sister to suck his cock. Now this complete stranger was doing it on her own without having been asked. Yes, he would fuck her for sure before they returned to the house.

Gloria let the big prick slide all the way into her mouth. She had handled Frank's seven inches in the past and knew that she could do it just as well with his brother. Her throat gagged a little, but soon the thick rod was firmly buried in her throat. Gloria kept it there for a few minutes, looking up coyly at Gerald, seeing that the boy was almost faint with excitement.

Gloria allowed the rod to slide partway out of her mouth, only to suck it in again immediately. Her lips and tongue were a bewitching combination and Gerald could soon feel himself aroused as never before, turned on beyond belief.

It was with great disappointment that he felt Gloria's talented mouth slipping away from his prick. Gerald looked down at the girl and saw that she was squeezing her own tits, manipulating the pink broad nipples much as he had done to his sister. Gloria's tits were a little smaller than Donna's, but they were hard and firm, the prettiest things he had ever seen.