I found myself alone in a world where there are billions of people, and in my house, were my parents, my sister, yet I was still alone in my world. No one understands me, they never did, nor did they really make an attempt to get to me as a person. Being fifteen is a very hard age to live through; I couldn’t wait until it was over and I was older, and out of school on my own. I played in the band, yes a band nerd maybe that is what my problem was, I could get lost very easily in my music and I always sort of did my own thing. The summer of 1983 was hot and boring as it always was out there on that farm. A person could find work in every corner if they wanted it. I was surrounded by uncles, grandparents, parents, sister and tons of cousins. But in the summer of 83 my aunt and uncle were having some of my aunts cousins over to stay with them. There was a girl Carrie, and Lonnie, she was a year younger than me, and he was a year older than I was. They pulled in the driveway in an old car with a rattling loud muffler. The girl got out; she was heavy set with her hair pulled tightly back in a ponytail. She pulled suitcases out of the backseat and struggled to carry them up to the trailer. Lonnie stepped out, his hair blowing back; he wore a tight pair of jeans and white t-shirt. My summer just started to get less boring when he stepped out of the car. I continued to watch from my bedroom window as he walked up the sidewalk to follow his sister.
Later that night, I went to my aunt and uncles house, I walked in to find Lonnie stretched out on the sofa, and Carrie was sitting with my aunt playing a dice game at the table. I walked in and flopped down in the nearest chair. Lonnie looked over at me, my aunt introduced us all. I sat watching television, not trying to look at him. He was extremely cute, and we were not related so I could indeed look at him all I wanted. He asked me how old I was, and I told him. We made some simple conversation, when he got up and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. I jumped at the chance, I went out and took him down to the creek, I rolled up my jeans, and it was starting to get dark outside when I dipped my toes into the cool water. We walked and talked and had a decent time. We continued this walk every evening for a week. One night we were sitting on the bank with our feet in the water trying to snag tadpoles with a net that’s holes were simply not going to work they were too big. We chatted about school, and the differences of living in the big city and out here in the middle of now where. He leaned in closer to me, and his lips brushed against mine. I closed my eyes, and let him overtake my lips, his mouth was so soft, and his tongue probed my mouth until I opened and let him have my tongue. He kissed me for what seemed like an eternity as I leaned back I opened my eyes, only to find his blue eyes staring directly into mine.
“Your lips are so soft,” he said.
“Thank you, I guess, “I stammered.
“Have you ever had a boyfriend,” “I mean well do you have one now,” he asked?
“Yes I have had boyfriends, but no, I don’t have one right now,” I answered.
He leaned in and kissed me again, I responded by turning my body closer to his and resting my large tits against his shirt. Pulling away, he stood up, I followed his lead and got up, and he held my hand on the way back up the driveway. That night I lay in my bed thinking about this guy, and how sweet he was. I ran my fingers across my lips and thought about him. I moved my hand under my little cotton t-shirt and began to rub my pussy through my panties. It felt so good to touch myself; I moved my hands into my panties and began to rub my tight little clit. My pussy was wet, and I loved the feeling of those soft lips that were around my tight little hole. I massaged my little clit until I felt an orgasm coming; I moved my fingers inside my pussy as the orgasm squeezed my fingers inside my pussy.
The next morning I was working on the farm trying to get hay from the horse stall, I walked into the barn and could hear a muffled voice up in the hay loft. At that I decided to be quiet and I walked around to where I could see up in the hay loft. It was Lonnie up in the loft, he was talking. I was trying to be quiet so I could listen to what was going on. I heard his sister’s voice; she was trying to speak quietly to him.
“Lonnie, do you plan on fucking her,” Carrie asked?
“I might, if she lets me but she won’t be as good as you are,” Lonnie stated.
“Are you going to fuck me now or are you going to wait for someone to come and catch us,” she said.
I moved up the haystack where I could see what was going on. Curiosity was going to kill me; I had never seen anyone have sex, let alone brother and sister fucking each other. I saw her naked lying on the straw, her tits were big and her nipples were hard. She lay with her legs apart; her pussy was covered in thick black curly hair. Lonnie had stripped down and was in his underwear. I started to climb down changing my mind about what I wanted to see, but something kept me there watching secretly. He moved over her and began to suck her tits. He pulled her nipples with his teeth and she moaned loudly. His free hand moved down between her legs. He spread her fat pussy lips apart and I could see from where I was she had a big clit, and a huge pussy at that. He stuck his fingers inside of his sister and began to finger fuck her hard. She moaned and squealed begging for him to do it harder, and harder. He got between her legs where he had more leverage and he banged her big pussy.
“More, Lonnie, More, fuck me with your big hard dick,” she squealed.
He stood up and pulled off his underwear, he had a nice smooth ass and he turned sideways, I could see his big cock. I didn’t know how big they were supposed to be, but his looked huge. He bent down between his sisters legs, and with his hand he guided his cock into her big wet looking pussy. I watched but didn’t have a real great view, but I could see him pumping her pussy as she continued to squeal and moan. He pumped for what seemed like an eternity, when he pulled out of her, he then moved up by her head, still on his knees, he had his cock in his hand up by her face. I watched as his hand moved back and forth over his cock, the head was big and purple, he continued to stroke his cock until he came, the cum came out quickly from his cock and hit his sister square in the mouth and on her face. Her tongue darted out to lick the cum off her lips. She moved her fingers into her big pussy; I could see her stroking her clit, as her legs stiffened out. He moved down between her legs, and took her legs bending them up over her head. Her fingers continued to play with her pussy, as he began to finger her ass, he stuck in a finger, and she screamed loudly. Rather than stopping he rammed her ass harder and harder until she was begging for him to stop. Finally, she came, and she came hard when she did her legs jerked out straight away from him, and she sat up hanging on to her brother.
He moved back up to her head as he lay down, he leaned over her shoving his dick into her mouth, she choked and gagged I could hear it from where I was. As he continued to fuck her mouth hard. He made her swallow it all in her throat. I could hear her choking as he fucked her, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and he came all over her face again.
I climbed down the ladder and tried to slip quietly out. I went behind the barn and thought about what I had just seen. I wasn’t sure if I was turned on or sick since they were blood kin. I wondered how long they had been at it. One thing was for sure he wasn’t going to kiss me or touch me again. And he didn’t like it, I never told him what I saw, or anyone else for that matter. He called me a chicken, and at 15 maybe I was but the next year I lost my virginity to someone that I was in love with, but I never forgot about the brother and sister fucking in the barn.