Jason Cannon: The farmer_s daughter

The silence lasted for quite some time before he spoke again. "Alma Mae?"

"Yeah?"

"Where'd you learn to suck an' fuck like that since last summer?"

"You taught me."

"Oh no I didn't. We never did nothin' like that together. You could never take all my cock in your mouth like that before. An' when I stuck it in your cunt… well, you ain't no virgin."

"Did you want me to be? Wasn't it more fun this way?"

"I don't know," he mumbled. "It's just that… well, I done a lot of fuckin' myself and I ain't never seen no woman…"

"No, I ain't no virgin," she said, interrupting and silencing him by pressing his face closer between her full tits.

She wondered if she should tell him. She wanted to laugh about it but she knew it wasn't right. What would Rafer say if he knew that she had learned all she had learned from her baby brother, and he, in turn, had learned it from her older sister.

It had all started innocently enough a week or so after Rosebud had blown up and left. Up until then Able had slept on the sofa in the living room. When the bed became available neither Alma nor her father saw any reason not to let him use it.

It had turned cold and the old stoker furnace could barely keep the house warm under normal conditions, let alone near zero temperatures. So even though extra quilts were added to the beds, it remained close to freezing in the house during the coldest of winter nights.

Alma Mae could hear Able rolling around in his bed. Once in a while he would groan and, often, she could hear the bed shaking. "What's the matter with you?" she whispered across the room. "Why don't you be quiet and go to sleep?"

"I'm cold."

"Well, get another quilt!"

"There ain't no more. Can I come in bed with you?"

"I guess so," she said grudgingly, without giving it much thought. "But don't roll around all night. I got to get up early in the morning."

She heard his bare feet hit the floor and then the padding steps as he scampered across the boards to her bed. She turned on her side away from him and concentrated on sleep.

Some time later, she wasn't sure how long, she became conscious of his nearness. She was half-asleep and paying little or no attention to his hand on her hip and his knee now and then touching and moving up and down the back of her thigh.

She had been dreaming of Rafer and, in her sleep, her brother's touch had served to excite her.

Inch by inch the hand moved up to her waist. When she didn't move or object Able got bolder. He moved his body in behind her until their bodies were together like two spoons in a drawer. The hand continued its upward movement until the fingertips were just touching the fleshy part of her tits.

She was just about to move his hand away, assuming that he was doing it in his sleep, when she felt a pressure against her asscheeks.

He was getting a hard-on, she thought, amazed. She had never imagined her brother with an erection. Somehow it excited her, but it also embarrassed her. She didn't know what to do. She felt she should stop him but she really didn't want to.

By this time his hand had gone on up to stealthily cup her tit. She could feel the nipple harden and rise to meet his palm through the material of her pajama tops. Behind her, his cock was rock-hard and pressing against the crack of her ass.

Carefully, not wanting to wake her and spoil it all, he massaged first one tit and then the other. She stayed as still as she could and continued to feign sleep, thinking that he would go ahead and maybe fuck her if he thought she was asleep. She couldn't tell just how big his prick was but from the touch of it against her ass she was sure it was smaller than Rafer's and, therefore, capable of getting inside her tight cunt. She also rationalized that if Able thought for sure that she was asleep through the whole thing, she wouldn't be embarrassed to face him the next morning.

He removed his hand from her tit and lowered it to her ass. Gently he pulled the shortie pajama bottoms aside until he could caress her bare asscheeks. Running his fingers lightly up and down the crack of her ass, he used the palm and heel of his hand to bunch and squeeze the flesh of her asscheeks.

Then his hand was gone and she wanted to cry out for him not to stop. Her body was on fire. She wanted to roll over, dip her head beneath the covers and take his hard cock deep into her mouth.

But he came back. This time with his cock. Again he slid the panties aside and she knew he had taken his cock out of his shorts. She felt the quivering head slide up the crack of her ass. He gently pulled her cheeks apart and placed the shaft of his cock between them.

He must have put saliva on it, she thought. It slithered easily up and down between her asscheeks. Still he was very careful. He went slow and she could barely hear the tiny groans of passion escaping from his throat as he worked the shaft of his prick between her warm asscheeks.

She continued to feign sleep even so far as to utter a low snore now and then as she felt his cock start to pulse against her ass.

Why didn't he try to stick it in her cunt? she wondered.

Then he suddenly rolled away from her. She felt the bed shaking very slightly as he finished himself off with his hand.

Silently she cursed herself, wishing she had been brave enough to lift her leg and help him guide his prick to her cunt. She was still afraid but she was also burning up with need and passion. When she was sure Able was sound asleep beside her she crept from the bed and went into the bathroom.

Sitting on the stool she lowered her panties and spread her legs wide. Then she parted the soft, soaking lips of her cunt with one hand while she pounded and kneaded her clitoris with the other. She came quickly and well, but still she didn't stop until a second orgasm racked her mind and body.

The next day she and Able both went to school and spent the day as if nothing had happened. During the evening meal she could feel her panties getting wet just thinking what might happen that night in bed.

Just as she had hoped Able again begged to enter her bed. This time she didn't answer him at all. Instead she snored lightly as if she had already gone to sleep.

She felt him slide into the bed and move across to her side. Gently he touched her shoulder. "Are you asleep, Alma Mae?"

Still she didn't answer him. She reasoned that if he were sure she was asleep he would waste no time in getting hard and ready. She was ready. Instead of pajamas Alma had worn a nightgown to bed. As she had gotten under the covers she had made sure that it was hiked up until it was just resting on her hips. When she felt him beside her she moved and groaned a little as if in sleep. The nightgown slithered on up to her waist leaving her ass bare for his touch.

He slipped his hand around her body and felt for her tit. She almost laughed when she heard the surprised gasp come from his throat. She hadn't buttoned the front of the nightgown at all. It hung open so that his hand went right inside it and cupped her bare tit. The nipple was like a tiny steel ball as it throbbed in his palm.

His other hand moved downward until the fingers were cautiously probing between her legs. Again he gasped when the sticky juices from her cunt bathed his palm. He moved closer to her until she could feel the head of his cock exploring the moistness between her legs. His whole body seemed to shake with joy behind her as his throbbing cockhead dipped between the wet cheeks of her ass.

Again she wanted to trap his cock and lift her leg for his entrance, but she was afraid of what might happen. She thought he might become frightened and go soft.

He tensed his hips and pushed forward, and she sensed that he was about to fuck her. He threw all caution to the winds and started to lunge with his hips.