Back to the farm

My sister Bessie and I grew up on a farm in Indiana.
My sister was beautiful. Really, she was very beautiful, in fact, you could say she was stunning! She was 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighed 100 pounds, had long blonde hair, and big blue eyes. Bessie was a cheerleader at school. She had almost every boy who saw her swooning over her.

My sister and I never played "doctor's game" or "you show me yours, I show you mine"—the kind of childish sexual games.

Our parents were very conservative. Discussing or mentioning anything related to "sex" was forbidden at home. This family atmosphere naturally made my brother and I afraid to explore "sex" in any way.

This is not to say that I was not interested in "sex." In fact, that was the most restless time of my life.
Because I couldn't have relationships with the opposite sex, I could only masturbate frequently. But the object of my masturbation was always—
my sister—Bessie!

Although I never saw my sister naked, I often saw her swimming in the creek near our house in her swimsuit, and I often saw her running around the house in her shorts and tank top.

From these fragmented memories, I gradually pieced together a perfect image of my sister's naked body. Whenever I played my solitary sexual games, my object of fantasy was my sister's beautiful, naked body.

When I was 16 and my sister was 15, one time I couldn't resist any longer: I wanted to see my sister's real naked body. At that time, my parents were working in the barn outside, and my sister was getting ready to take a shower. Seeing that the opportunity was too good to pass, I waited until my sister entered the bathroom and then ran over, bending down to peek through the keyhole.

At that moment, I stepped on a piece of floorboards by the bathroom door, making a loud noise.
Good heavens, I hoped my sister didn't hear it.
Ah! Obviously, my sister didn't care, because she started to unwrap the towel wrapped around her body.
Oh, I'm about to see my sister's lovely body!

However, that moment didn't come! My father's roar terrified me! When my father came to the house to find me, he caught me peeking.

My parents covered for me in front of my sister, but they threatened me that if I made the same mistake again, I would be punished even more severely.

From then on, I never dared to have any impure thoughts about my sister again; I couldn't even look her in the eye. My sister, however, seemed oblivious, treating me as usual.

Days passed, and my sister and I remained ordinary siblings. I never tried to spy on her again.
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My sister and I grew up. Shortly after I left home for university, my sister also left to attend university.

After we graduated from our respective universities, I went to Los Angeles, and my sister found a job in Philadelphia. We gradually drifted apart and rarely went home. Our only contact was occasional correspondence.

Neither of us got married. I don't know why my sister insisted on remaining single, but I myself have never felt anything for the girls around me.

Perhaps the ideal girl I'm looking for is like my sister, or perhaps it's just that I haven't found a girl exactly like her.

Although my brother and I haven't lived together for a long time, my sister still holds an extremely important place in my heart. In my sexual fantasies, the protagonist is still my sister. She is the standard of the perfect woman in my mind, the object of all my erotic fantasies.

I've always thought: if I had held on until the moment I saw my sister's towel fall that year, the image of the woman in my mind would have been even more perfect!

Recently, my mother and father died in a car accident. My sister and I returned to the farm to preside over their funeral. They were buried in a cemetery near the farm.

We sold the farm, but kept the house we lived in and a few acres of land nearby, because it held so many warm memories for us.

The farm land appreciated a lot, so we both received a large sum of money.
My sister has been writing in her spare time and has achieved some success, having published articles in several magazines.

After receiving her half of the money, she decided to quit her job to focus on writing. She believes that our farm house is the best place for her to write. So before leaving the farm, I helped my sister renovate the old house so that she could have a comfortable living environment.

My sister offered to rent my share of the house. I laughed at her idea. I told her that as long as she could provide me with a comfortable room
when I visited her at the farm , it would be considered half the rent for the house. After leaving the farm, we didn't see each other for a long time, probably several months. However, we corresponded frequently, and our relationship slowly recovered and reached a new level . Every time my sister wrote, she invited me to visit her at the farm, but I was always too busy with work to find the time. Recently, my work finally came to an end, and I could finally catch my breath. I received a full two weeks of vacation. I decided to go back to my old house on the farm for a holiday. This way, I could completely relax and also see my sister. I arrived at the farm on Saturday afternoon. It was an unusually hot May day, with the temperature under the sun almost reaching 80 degrees Fahrenheit. 　When I drove into the old house, my sister was working in the garden outside. She was bent over, her back to me, pruning some flowers. She was wearing very short athletic shorts, and her mesh top barely covered her bra. I was stunned, completely captivated by the perfect woman's back! Beneath her graceful shoulders was such a slender waist, the perfect curve outlining her round, firm hips. She was still a slender girl, her petite figure just like mine when I was in high school. The only change was her breasts; they seemed larger and fuller than in high school. Why wasn't she the way I imagined? I thought to myself: She's such a mature woman; she'll only grow more voluptuous and beautiful! Looking at my sister, memories of our time together in our youth flooded my mind. She was still so beautiful, still the epitome of the perfect woman in my eyes. All my teenage fantasies burst forth in that instant! Jim, have you remained a virgin for thirty-four years because you're infatuated with your sister? I thought to myself with self-pity. These thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning. Just then, Bessie heard my car and turned around. Ah! What man could have a sister as beautiful as Bessie! Indeed, on her body, which weighed less than a hundred pounds, her golden hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her tight athletic shorts clung to her beautiful hips, her curves still round and perky, still as alluring as a young girl!

When my sister saw it was me, a smile spread across her face, followed by an uncontrollable burst of joyful laughter. She ran towards me from the garden, throwing herself into my outstretched arms. Her momentum was so great that I was almost knocked over onto the car.

Bessie's arms were tightly wrapped around my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her thighs pressed against my genitals.

Instantly, my response was so intense that my penis immediately became erect!
Oh my god… ah! What if Bessie noticed? Would she think her brother was a pervert, getting hard with his own sister?

My sister pulled my head close and gave me a gentle kiss: "Jim, Jim, you've finally come to visit your lonely little sister!" She whispered, "Look at me, how I've been waiting for you, but I'm wearing dirty work clothes and covered in mud!"

"Bessie, no matter what you wear, you're still so beautiful," I whispered in her ear. Yes, she's always beautiful. I thought to myself, but my attention was drawn to the friction of her nipples, which were gradually hardening inside her bra, against my chest.

"Brother, your words are still so sweet," my sister said, a blush spreading across her face.

"Let's not stand outside in this heat. Take your luggage inside; it's much cooler in there."

I opened the trunk, picked up my suitcase, and followed my sister into the house. Just one step behind her, I was irresistibly drawn to her alluring back!
Every time she took a step, her firm, round buttocks, tightly encased in her athletic shorts, swayed!

Her tanned, glossy thighs were exceptionally shapely and beautiful. I thought that without a lot of gardening and outdoor exercise, my sister wouldn't have such a fit and alluring figure!

"You should go back to your old room," Bessie said. "I'm staying in my old room too.
I've converted Mom and Dad's master bedroom into my writing studio. Come on, let me open the door for you."

My room was just as I remembered: a large floor-to-ceiling window, a huge pine dressing table, and that double bed.

I took my clothes and belongings from my suitcase to the bed, and my sister and I unpacked them, putting them in the dressing table drawers and in my bathroom.

Just as I came out of the bathroom, I noticed my sister putting my underwear in the drawer. Strangely, she was gently stroking the crotch of my underwear, and specifically the front!

When my sister noticed me watching her, a blush swept across her cheeks.

"Hey, brother, your clothes are all wrinkled in the suitcase," she said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

After tidying up my clothes, Bessie put my suitcase in the storage room and then said to me, "You've driven for so long, you must be tired. Lie down on the bed for a while, I'm going to take a shower to wash off the sweat and dirt."

She turned and left. I once again admired my sister's alluring buttocks and the captivating sway of her flesh beneath the thin fabric of her shorts.

I lay down on the bed, kicked off my shoes, closed my eyes, and began to relax.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard the bathroom door close and then the showerhead start spraying. This sound reminded me of the time I tried to peep at Bessie showering!

The towel that had fallen from my sister's body, the flawless, jade-like body that gradually appeared before my eyes—all of this formed a beautiful, desire-filled image that flashed before my eyes, still making my lower body as hard as a rock even after so many years!

I realized that now it was just my brother and me in the house, and our parents wouldn't yell at us for what they considered inappropriate behavior. After so many years of failure, no one would stop me from peeping at my sister's naked body again!

I had lost all reason and thought. I jumped out of bed and walked down the hallway to the bathroom.
The keyhole was still there, and through it I could hear the alluring sound of the shower behind the door. Bessie was
taking a shower inside! I was about to realize my dream of admiring my sister's beautiful naked body!

The water stopped, and the bathroom became completely silent!
My sister must have stopped showering; I was about to clearly see her still wet, naked body, water droplets constantly dripping down her back.

I hurried to the door, bent down, and prepared to peek through the keyhole!
Without any warning, the floorboards made a sharp noise! Just like many years ago,
the sound of the wooden planks in front of the bathroom door could almost shake the entire house!

Oh God! That youthful shame filled me again! Almost instinctively, I looked around; it seemed my father was preparing to whip me!

I knew my sister must have heard the sound, and I knew what it meant!

I hurried back to my room, closed the door, and collapsed onto the bed!

I thought with a glimmer of hope: Bessie had never told me about what had happened before, so maybe she would ignore it this time too.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door: "Jim? Are you there?" My sister's voice came through the door, as soft as a whisper.

"Yes, Bessie, come in."

Okay! Since I'd been caught, I'd face it like a man.

Bessie slowly pushed the door open and came in. She was just like I had peeked through the keyhole years ago, naked, with only a towel wrapped around her from her chest to her thighs!

I couldn't quite believe it, but my sister looked even more alluring now than she had in her teenage years. I felt embarrassed and ashamed to be looking at my sister's body like that, but an irresistible feeling
of love and longing for her filled my entire body! 　I waited for my sister's anger, her rage, but her face didn't show any anger. There was no anger or disgust in her beautiful eyes, only passion and tenderness, and her face was filled with a magical light. A gentle whisper sounded in my ear: "Brother, were you peeking at me through the bathroom keyhole?" "I did go, but the floor creaked, and I knew you must have heard it. I felt so ashamed, so I came back here, and I didn't see anything!" I answered shyly. "You really want to see my body? You wanted to see my body when we were children, and you still want to now?" she asked in a coquettish, girlish voice. All I could do was lower my head and nod slightly. She must be trying to confirm whether I was still the same incorrigible pervert she had been trying to correct all these years. Perhaps she would get angry and kick me out, never letting me come back here again. "Jim, I heard the floor before you even tried to peek at me. I was ready to take off my towel and let you see everything you want to see, unless Dad comes to stop this striptease again. Okay, now that Mom and Dad aren't around, bro, you can see everything you want to see..."

Slowly, she loosened the knot of her towel around her chest, and then loosened the towel around her body. She swayed, letting it fall to the floor, standing there in a dramatic pose, completely naked!

My breath caught in my throat!

My God! My sister was so astonishing!

Her breasts were so high, her nipples so firm and upturned. And her slender figure made them appear even larger. Her waist was incredibly thin, barely 24 inches. Below, her widening hips were full and rounded, and the inverted triangle of pubic hair between her thighs loosely concealed her two most sexually prominent areas… her labia. It made her figure look so perfectly alluring!

Unlike her straight blonde hair, her pubic hair was dark and curly, forming the triangle I saw from her pubic area towards her lower abdomen. Her buttocks were more beautiful than I could have imagined: firm, rounded buttocks extending upwards from her thighs in a tight slit. As she turned her body in front of me, I could see her pubic hair and wet labia through the cleft…

My penis couldn't help but create a high tent in my pants.

She slowly spun around and came in front of me: "Do you like my body?" she whispered to me, her beautiful eyes fixed on the bulge in my lower abdomen.

"Bessie, you are absolutely a beauty in my eyes!" I blurted out.

Tears welled in her eyes, and her kisses landed on my face—my forehead, my cheeks, my nose…

“Oh, Jim, my dear brother, I’ve always thought you didn’t care about me. Do you know why I’ve never married? Do you know why I’ve never dated any boys?

Because none of them are as gentle and considerate as you. No man meets your standards, so I’ve never been able to commit to dating other men!”

“But I’m just a very ordinary-looking man,” I said. “Why do you see me so differently?”

“It’s not about what you see; it’s about feeling with your heart!” Bessie replied.

“Oh, sister, I feel exactly the same way you do! The reason I haven’t married is also for you! I want someone who is exactly like you, but there’s only one you in the world! I think what I mean is that I only love you, and only you!”

“We already have our only love now,”

my sister murmured as she lay down on the bed beside me, our eyes gazing deeply into each other’s eyes!

Bessie's hands cradled my head, and we kissed again! Her lips touched my face, first gently, then gradually growing more and more eager, more and more frantic! Her tongue explored my mouth…

I opened my teeth, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwined, sucking at each other, exploring every hidden corner of each other's mouths!

Our eyes were closed, but our lips and our hearts were open and intertwined!

My penis was swollen to its limit, throbbing with undisguised desire!

My sister's arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, her body pressed against mine. So the throbbing of my penis made her clearly feel my intense passion yearning to erupt! My

sister moved down a little, pressing the mound of her lower abdomen against the root of my burgeoning desire.
Then, she began to thrust her lower abdomen up and down, causing her private parts to rub against my penis in my pants
, making my passion rise higher and higher.

I let out a low moan and stroked my hand down her smooth, naked back!
My hand caressed her slender waist and pressed down to the two round hemispheres of her buttocks. I gently
stroked the two hemispheres of my sister's buttocks, which were firm, round, and alluring, just as I had imagined.

My fingers traced down the cleft of her buttocks. My sister raised one of her legs and placed it on my hip so that I could explore her most secret place.

My sister's place was so smooth and wet. Her legs were already overflowing with love juice.

One of my fingers had found her labia and began to rub and probe back and forth along the cleft.

When my finger probed into her burning vulva and explored the path to paradise, my sister let out low moans during our passionate kiss.

This beautiful adventure was such a success; my fingers had penetrated deep into the hottest part of my sister's body.
She twisted her body, trying to get rid of the foreign object inside her, but at the same time, she pressed her private parts even tighter against my masculine root.

My fingers slowly withdrew from her tight cave, moving upwards to find her small clitoris. My fingertips gently rubbed back and forth on her already swollen clitoris.

My sister breathed heavily and squeezed her thighs together, preventing me from ravaging her sensitive areas. She stopped kissing me passionately and gasped, "Oh, God, brother! No... don't do it anymore! You're going to bring me to orgasm."

She lay down on the bed: "Now I want you to put that hard rod inside me. If yours is as great as I feel, it must be a super guy!"

My sister unbuttoned my shirt and threw it off the bed, then started to unbuckle my belt. As Bessie zipped my pants all the way down, her hands remained pressed against the bulging area beneath the zipper. She went to the foot of the bed, grabbed the two pant legs, and pulled them down.

I lifted my buttocks to make it easier for her to pull my pants off. Then, my pants fell to the floor, onto my shirt.

Bessie then took off my socks and threw them on the floor as well. She climbed onto the bed, straddled my legs, and placed her hand on the top of my underwear.

"Now, let me see you here, isn't it like the one I dreamed of!" she murmured. As her hand tried to pull down my underwear, it trembled!

Because my penis was so large, it was difficult to pull it off against the tight underwear; Bessie had to stretch it to its maximum before it could be removed from my enormous penis and testicles.

The moment she pulled down my underwear, my penis sprang free from its restraints.

"Oh...my God!" she exclaimed, her eyes practically glued to my seven-inch penis.

"It's magnificent! I never dreamed it could be this good, this big." She murmured
, reaching out to caress my genitals.

She moved her fingers, stroking from the shaft of my penis down to my testicles. Her fingers moved back and forth between my pubic hair and thighs.

My glans, under her caresses, became round and glistening, a trickle of precum from the small opening swaying up and down with each thrust. My

sister pinched my glans between two fingers, drawing circles on it.

I began to get excited under the caresses of my sister's fingers, breathing heavily, my buttocks reflexively
tightening and twisting...

When my sister had completely removed my underwear, we were both completely naked, completely open to each other! Bessie lay down beside me, stretching out her body. We lay face to face, gazing into each other's eyes.

She reached out and stroked my cheek: "Brother, I love you. I've always loved you, and now, when I think of you, I don't need to use my fingers anymore; I'll love you even more!" "

I love you too, sister. I've been struggling internally, thinking this is wrong, but it's no use. You've always been the object of my dreams when I masturbate, and I think I've loved you since we were children!"

I reached out and hugged her tightly. Our lips met again in a tender kiss.

Soon, the tender kiss became passionate, our kisses growing increasingly thirsty. Our tongues explored and intertwined in each other's mouths, we incessantly sucking on each other's lips.

My penis grew harder with the twisting and rubbing between our bodies. Bessie wrapped her legs around me, making us even more tightly entwined.

My penis then pressed against the V-shaped area at the base of her thighs. It parted her labia, intimately greeting my sister's clitoris.

At this moment, my sister hugged me even tighter, and her buttocks were constantly rubbing against me. Her mouth was wide open, and she was panting as she kept sucking on my lips. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and she began to let out soft moans.

Suddenly, my sister pushed me away and said, "I want you to love me completely! I want you to make me a real woman, to do what I wanted you to do when I was a little girl!"

"Are you still a virgin?"

"Yes," she said shyly, "I've always kept my virginity so that you could have me.
I knew this day would come when we were children!"

"Bessie, I'm a virgin too," I whispered in my sister's ear. "

Oh, brother, you're the lover of my dreams, you love me so much! For your virginity, I'll love you even more!"

Bessie pushed me away and lay back: "I can't wait any longer! Let me try a real penis inside me instead of fingers, make love with me, brother. Love me in this way I've longed for..."

I sat up, looking down at my sister's outstretched limbs. She was so beautiful that I could hardly control my desire. But the sense of responsibility I had developed since childhood to protect my sister made me consider her safety even in this situation: "I didn't prepare any protection. What if you get pregnant?"

"I won't get pregnant. I started taking birth control pills when I knew you were coming..." she
said with a shy smile.

I knew that my sister loved me as deeply as I loved her. My love for my sister surged, and I murmured: "Ah, Bessie, how much I love you!" Lovingly, I gently kissed my sister's lips.

My kisses slowly moved to my sister's neck and chest, gently touching her nipples. My tongue circled her nipples, licking her pink areolas.

She arched her back nervously, making soft "mmmmmm~" sounds.

My fingers moved down into her pubic hair, parting the curly hair clinging to her labia, searching for her secret crevice, and gently caressing it.

My sister's passion surged even more, hot love juice flowing continuously from her crevice.
As my fingers, roaming in her groin, gently touched her erect clitoris, my sister's body trembled
, her buttocks lifting off the bed, clenching and circling in pleasure. Her soft moans couldn't resist the onslaught of pleasure, growing louder and louder.

"Oh...oh...God! Jim, now...now...faster, brother, come on, fuck your sister, put your thing inside me!" she moaned, pulling me down on top of her.

I quickly parted her legs and knelt between her. My penis throbbed, pressing against her golden pubic hair.

Her buttocks moved up and down, searching for my penis, her wet pubic hair rubbing against my glans. Gently, I thrust my hips forward, my shiny glans parting my sister's labia and trapping it inside. My sister's vagina was becoming increasingly wet and slippery.

I used my right hand to hold my hard penis and teased it inside my sister's labia, only
inserting it slightly into her vagina before rubbing the glans against her swollen clitoris.

Bessie spread her legs wide, revealing her hairy vulva, lifting her buttocks and circling to find the glans of my penis, trying to slip it deep inside her.

I continued to explore and rub against the entrance of my sister's secret opening, enjoying the feeling of my sensitive glans touching my sister's wet and hot skin.

Bessie finally couldn't hold back any longer and opened her eyes to look at me, pleading, "Put it in, brother, hurry! I can't take it anymore!"

Finding the entrance, she pressed my hips down and slowly inserted my penis into her hot vagina. I expected her to scream in pain, even beg for mercy, but when my glans broke through her hymen, she only frowned slightly.

Soon, we were completely intertwined! I was her flesh, and she was my flesh!
She frowned, held her breath, and after a long while, let out a loud groan: "Ah..." She reached out and hugged my head, pulling my lips to hers. We remained in the inserted position and began another
long, deep kiss!

When we separated, my sister stuck out her tongue and licked my face, tears streaming down her cheeks!
She whispered, "Oh, brother, our most intimate places are finally united! You don't know how many times I've dreamed of this! My longing has finally come true, how wonderful!"

I said, "Really fucking you is hundreds of times more pleasurable than in my dreams! Now, let me fuck you properly... love you with all my might! If this is a dream, I'd rather never wake up!"
My sister hugged me tightly and said, "Then fuck me until I'm dead from pleasure, and I'll never regret it."

I pulled my penis out of my sister's body until only the glans was inside. Then I thrust it in again forcefully and quickly, all the way to her cervix! Like a pump, I thrust in and out relentlessly.

I groaned loudly in pleasure, and Bessie's moans surrounded me like beautiful music:
"Oh... yes... yes! Oh oh... ah... ah... yes! So... so good... brother..."

She kept lifting her buttocks, bringing her lower body towards me. Our bodies were passionately intertwined.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, her hands tightly embracing my neck. When she felt herself approaching climax, she would hold me tight, preventing me from pulling out, then release her grip, perfectly synchronized with my thrusts!

Soon, we were able to coordinate skillfully. When I penetrated, she pressed herself against me; when I withdrew, she pulled back! I moaned, and so did she! I was close to climaxing, and so was she!

Suddenly, Bessie pulled me tightly. Her hips convulsed violently, causing my penis to slam into her clitoris!

Her head thrashed back and forth, crying out: "Oh... God... Ah!... I'm coming... I'm coming... I... I'm here... Ahhh..."

Then I reached my peak too! My penis struck deep within Bessie's clitoris, and my passionate release seemed endless! My vision began to blur, an almost unbearable, exquisite pleasure radiating from deep within my groin throughout my entire body!

Shoot, shoot, and shoot again! Shoot deep into my sister's heart, fill her little hole, let my semen overflow her flower!

Our bodies trembled, we breathed heavily.

Gradually, our bodies went limp, we nestled tightly together. We opened our eyes, looking at each other's faces. Our lips met again, another long kiss. The tenderness in that kiss was our eternal love!

No words were needed, we both knew that from this day forward, we could never live without each other!

The End

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