The Harvest 1

01-Sep-23

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By shysis

The Harvest One
It had not been easy since my loss, our loss; six months had gone by and although we missed mum Dad did especially. The fateful day it happened I was twelve, at school and struggled to take in what the teacher was trying to tell me in her staff room; how could my mum and twin brother Nathan be taken from us by a hit and run killing them instantly.
I remember it still as if it were yesterday Dad waiting for me as I came out and he was leaning up against the Land rover and Fergil my elder brother, sixteen at the wheel. As I approached I was numb, could barely walk and Fergil bless him saw this came out and was the first I collapsed into but no I had no tears. Dad approached slowly and was obvious he had been crying for his eyes were red and puffy but he now was trying to hide it.
“Samantha”
And he hugged me closely, although it was my given name I was rarely called that preferring Sammy. The three of us held each other for an age with no words said or needed said; it was cold, I was cold but not because of the temperature.
Now these six months had gone by, I was home from boarding school and wished not to go back so dad arranged for ‘home schooling’ from a female tutor who would begin soon. Dad worked all the hours of the day or it seemed like it and Fergil gave up his part time job and was home too from High School and helping with the ploughing, sowing, seeding and harvest. It was to be Nathan taking it all on for its what he wanted to do since very young but Nathan was always keen on the big city and had plans for college or university but watching Dad killing himself made him consider different.
I heard Dad leave to feed the cows their supplement then would let them out; we were to bring home the ewes from the hillside later for they needed ‘dipped’ against the parasites and flies. Without the sheep dad, well all of us would have been finished. We had just over 200 now all purebred Texels and next to lambing and shearing this was the only other serious job needed to be done for they tended to themselves.
As I came downstairs Aunt Sally was busy in the kitchen with breakfast, she came five months ago after Uncle Jack had passed on from the dreadful cancer, mum’s sister. Fergil and I suspect Dad’s ‘bit on the side’, what else could the moans be coming from dad’s bedroom late at night?
I came out fed the ducks, geese and chickens and picking up their eggs talking to them all as I always did and Fergil greeted me with a smile as he came out of the barn
“It’s about time sleepy head”
And he caressed my red locks which I did not tie up this morning but I grinned at him.
After breakfast Aunt Sally had an appointment at the doctor’s and didn’t drive so dad would make a day of it and get some animal feed and they would get some shopping also. This left Fergil and I to see to the ewes for it would not be a problem with the two dogs and I helped in this last year. We left with Fergil driving the quad bike and I joined the dogs sitting in the trailer which we would use for any lame or older ones. It didn’t take long to round them up, the dogs did the work pushing them on and we left the quad and trailer for there were no lame ones and I walked with them Fergil at the front. An hour gone and with little mishap we arrived all safe, had a quick sandwich then would need to crack on.
Dad still liked the ewes dipped even though there are modern equivalents but it needed someone with strong hands to force the drench gun down the sheep’s mouth and hold it so this was Fergil’s task. My job was to keep the sheep flowing down the pass and into the sluice where they would ‘dip’ under the water solution. Last year I found it hot and sticky so; I changed and as I approached he grinned and it was obvious he gave me more than the once over. I had put on a pair of short shorts and one of dad’s old shirts which I partially tucked in but was enormous upon me. My long hair I put into a braid and realised he was still staring at me, my bum which was lovely according to my ex boyfriend I had dumped a week ago after finding him with another girl, his hand down her shirt at the pool.
“Well, are we going to make a start or shall you like me to pose for you more?”
But he only grinned.
It was going well and we were near halfway done with the dogs working extra hard making our job easier, the sun was shining and we had both worked up a bit of a sweat. However there was always one obstinate ewe that refused to go through, in I goes and physically push her down and under but I lost my footing and down I went, now drenched I heard Fergil laughing and turned to him and I giggled also.
I knew the sun would dry me but everything was wet through and dad’s shirt was heavy now, without thinking I unbuttoned it and pulled it off
“Well, this has to go”
But forgot briefly I was in full view of my brother and unbraided my hair also when I suddenly realised Fergil was no longer laughing.
I turned and he was again staring at me, my yellow bikini top borrowed from mum and was too big, my lightly tanned skin
“If this bothers you I can go and change?”
It was like he was on another planet
“Fergil, I said I can go and change if you want?”
“No sis, you stay exactly as you, you’re really pretty Sammy”
I know I must have blushed for I felt very warm
“I wore this look a lot last year when you were away and mum and Nathan”
And before I could stop myself I was in tears; Nathan and I had been ‘full twins’ and although I cried and mourned him I suddenly remembered him last year where Fergil was, shirtless and very manly; warm hands cuddled me closely, Fergil.
“Still a bit raw, that’s understandable lass I miss them both too”
“I’m sorry”
I bubbled but he pushed me back a little and smiled
“Hey Sammy, that’s what big brothers do, look out for their youngest”
“Fergil, can you hold me a little longer please?”
He again came closer and wrapped his arms around me and although his hands were dirty he caressed my back with his fingers and lightly stroked my hair; we were just cuddling face to face when this mound below became larger and I wondered, ‘is he getting a hard on?’ I released him a little gave him a peck on the cheek and the briefest of kisses upon the lips.
“Thank you for just being you Fergil and looking after me”
And I hugged him again but this time there was no doubt, his penis, his cock had definitely become harder and yet, my nipples were now firm too, very firm and perhaps he may feel it too through the thin fabric of the bikini; he pushed me back but only a little.
“Em, we have a job to finish”
“Fergil, do you find me sexy?”
There, it was out, had been in the back of my mind but now said
“You’re kidding aren’t you Sammy? You are drop dead gorgeous, you’re stupid ex did not deserve you and it was the best thing you dumping him!”
I grinned at him and we flirted a little then
“Kiss me Fergil”
Did that really come from my lips?
Fergil smiled then leaned in and kissed me, like we had not seen each other forever but I responded and pretty soon our tongues were exploring and entwining. I was on fire his hand was upon my bum caressing it. He moved his hand and plunged it down into my shorts and panties touching my skin and reached, reached for my. He quickly removed his hand and
“I, I’m sorry Sammy we need to get this finished, the dipping I mean”
“Very true brother of mine”
And as he went up to the crush where he was before he smiled and I returned it.
Finally done we had a coke and as we were talking, just about school, the farm, dad and the future his phone rang, it was dad, he had met one of his farming buddies and they were going out for dinner then a movie or maybe dancing. I had already changed after having a shower where I had the biggest orgasm ever remembering his hand down into my panties caressing me. I must be insane, he’s my brother but I couldn’t help it. So what should I wear? I put on a pretty, lacy crop top and a fresh pair of short shorts that really hugged ne well; it had the effect I expected from him as he ogled me when I received the bottle of coke from his hand,
“Well, we’d better get this lot back!”
Fergil said and again he was at the front walking and I upon the older quad with the dogs but they were doing all the work. The ewes were happier, knowing where they were going, practically running to the open field; I had not let on but it was almost out of petrol so when we arrived at the field
“Fergil, I’m sorry but the quad is nearly out of petrol we’ll need to go back on the other one”
“Alright but you’re driving”
He never let me drive the new one so, I straddled the seat and waited for him to put the dogs and him to get in the trailer and we’d be off; his hands encircled my midriff and straddled behind me
“Alright, on you go but take the scenic route”
I turned to him and grinned; it was a little bumpier than usual but we did not mind and I was going slower than I usually did. Fergil was hard up behind me when his hand and fingers began caressing my breasts and nipples; I moaned a little and felt them harden and he must have done also. Part of me wanted to get home as soon as possible but the other did not wish this sensation to stop. I felt his hand upon my waist and he was trying to go down I turned to him a little and
“Open it please Fergil”
He did and the feeling was so erotic, on this quad in the middle of the country with no traffic, two dogs in a box trailer behind and Fergil’s hand was down my shorts caressing and playing with my slit.
We pulled in at home Fergil glanced at his watch, 3.15 he let the dogs out and fed them; the stock were usually shut in at 7.00, I chose to feed the poultry now and gather more eggs check all the bedding was done then returned to the house. I was not sure where he was I put the kettle on then heard the shower running, so he was getting clean, should I join him? Better not.
I went to my room and sat upon the bed, what was I thinking he’s my brother, my protector. Then I thought on his kindness, how he helped me through the morning, always there, I loved him and needed him. I stood up stripped completely naked I had one of mum’s bras in my hand then shook my head and put it down looked out the shirt Fergil gave me, studs short sleeve and very feminine. Then choice of two panties and I chose the red thong then covered it up with the red short skirt mum gave me, her last gift. I looked at myself in the mirror, nodded again then went downstairs.
Fergil was already downstairs at the table with a coffee and eating a baked scone I had baked earlier. He looked up as I approached and his jaw dropped a mile. I curtsied to him and I know he shall have looked down my blouse seeing my pretty little nipples
“Wow, so sexy beautiful, so beautiful Sammy”
And I grinned then sat down to a coffee for me already poured and he just sat there admiring me, smelling of dad’s ‘old spice’ from his open necked shirt and clean fresh jeans. The combination of his fragrance and the little ‘impulse’ borrowed from mum’s box I wore seemed to fill the air with romance and perhaps a little lust.
Fergil again looked at me then lowered his head
“Sammy what happened earlier, I am sorry its ages since I touched a girl”.
“Fergil, did you hear me complain or be upset?”
He looked up and saw me smiling and returned it but
“No but I’m your brother”
And his voice wavered as he was shaking a little again; I stood, approached him then brought his face up toward me as I crouched down he pushed his chair back a little giving me more room and I sat upon his lap and caressed the side of his face with my hand
“We have been through a heck of a lot this last while and you have always been there for me however, you are so much more to me than a brother”
I leaned in toward him and cuddled him closely pretty soon his hand was upon my back caressing then travelled lower to my bum. He knew I wore nothing under the blouse and that he would have felt my hardened nipples against his light shirt.
Fergil responded as I hoped, he pushed me to stand up wherein I did then taking me by the hand he led me to the den where the stove was but it was not lit yet was the warmest room in the house. He let go my hand picked up the blanket from off the back of the settee and placed it upon the floor. He turned to the music station, turned the radio on to a pop station and turned the volume down a little for background then came back to me. The music had a beat to it and we danced hand in hand then closer so our bodies touched. I had twirled a couple of times and I am sure he would have seen my bare bum.
“Sammy you are my sister but also the prettiest girl I have ever seen”
I smiled to him warmly, I was intoxicated and kissed him upon the lips and Fergil responded. As we explored each other’s mouth with our tongues and the kissing becoming the deeper the music changed to a quieter, softer song and we stopped dancing. I began unbuttoning his shirt and he took it off then began to unbutton his jeans then slid them down revealing a pair of navy boxers which clung to him but his cock was pushing hard toward me and I made to pull them down but
“Wait Sammy”
Fergil unzipped my skirt and let it fall, he brushed his hand up my leg and to my thigh wherein I moaned. He then undid each stud upon my shirt and pushed it off and again it slid down my arms and off and he gasped at my now revealed body excepting the thong panties I still wore.
“You are you are breathtaking sis”
He clasped my hand led me to the blanket upon the floor and laid me down, came down beside me for he had removed his boxers, his cock was quite long would it fit? I hoped so, he nuzzled and licked my nipples and beginning to form boobs till they were even firmer then began licking further down my body. His tongue licked and licked, he eased my thong down and I helped him by lifting up a little and then it was off revealing my hairless slit and pussy. He licked around there then with his fingers opened it a little and I thought my heart would die; I gripped the blanket with my one hand for the other was upon his back and he began to probe within and I opened my legs for him invitingly when he suddenly stopped and
“Sammy are you sure for there shall be no turning back?”
“Yes Fergil, I want and need you, please”
He nodded then positioned himself over me and guided his cock to my opening slit then pushed and he was inside me; my hymen was already gone from riding a pony I once had and he began pushing in and out and I moaned the more so but he suddenly stopped and came out.
“I want to see you our first time”
And he lay down and I climbed upon him then quickly felt him inside me again, our natural fluids aiding its smooth entry inside of me. This being my first proper time the feelings were beyond words as I rocked back and forth above him, the sensation of him inside of me and the closeness we felt toward each other then fireworks as he came inside me for the first time coating my insides and I squealed as he did so and he had grunted as he released inside. My third orgasm was so close but I was not upset in the least for I, we were in love. His hands clasped my mine and we just gazed at each other and we both smiled yet it was I who broke the silence.
“Fergil, I feel a little faint and need to eat something”
He lifted me off, smacked my bum softly and sent me to the bathroom saying
“Go clean up I shall get us something”
I came back down after a bit wearing a pair of jeans and a light sweatshirt over a fitted top and met him in the kitchen and had some pizza he cooked for us in the small oven. He turned to me and grinned
“I thought it might be better to cover up in case they come back early”
“Good thought but you still look sensational Sammy”
And I smiled to him.
A week had gone by and it seemed like nothing had happened for Fergil and I acted nonchalantly however dad was very intuitive; he said nothing but I could tell he was watching me, us like a hawk. Did he know? Did he smell something that night? I deliberately wore baggy clothing and even when it was hot, jeans.
Monday was to be a holiday and Aunt Sally’s friend suggested she come visit for the weekend. Dad and I drove her to the airport, dropped her off then headed for home. The roads were not busy which made for a pleasant change and dad reduced his speed, a clear sigh he wished to talk. He glanced at me a couple of times in the passenger seat then cleared his throat
“Sammy darling, you’ve changed, seem brighter is everything alright?”
“Yes dad everything is fine, just moving on a little I suppose”
He was silent as he thought upon this, then
“Alright, but just so you know, you shall always be my special girl, my only daughter, you know that don’t you?”
“Yes dad”
“I love you Sammy”
“I love you too”
After lunch dad was out on the tractor cutting ‘first cut hay’ and Joe our neighbour was collecting and baling it. I went to find Fergil and found him in the barn
“Dad suspects something, I know he does”
“Listen Sammy don’t worry about it, really”
“I don’t want to hurt him Fergil”
He came closer then put his arms around me, cuddling closely
“Hey you stop; dad is very laid back, after all he’s doing Aunt Sally”
As I cuddled into him we heard a tractor approach and we separated
”Yes but we are brother and sister Fergil, what if”
“Hey I got it all figured out, if he blows his stack which he won’t we challenge him on Aunt Sally and his internet porn”
I smiled a little
“He’s still doing that then?”
“Oh yes!”
The tractor approaching was dad and he switched it off, climbed down and came over
“Any chance of a coffee?”
I nodded and went to the kitchen, when I returned with it and some biscuits home baked dad looked at me and it was like he could see right through me completely
“I was just telling Fergil I want to get the last of the bales in as it’s to rain tonight, are you up to helping Sammy?”
I began to redden for I was becoming a little angry even though he was teasing but I was no mere girl”
“Of course daddy”
He grinned for I rarely called him that anymore, he grinned and I did likewise and catching Fergil’s eye he clapped his hands.
“Okay, I shall fetch them, dump them and if you two can stack them, better than last year”
He teased and began heading to the tractor but turned and
“Remember, it got very hot in there last year, might be an idea to put on one of those really short shorts I don’t like you wearing”
Then continued onward, I thought ‘well, he did put the thought there”
I went home and quickly changed, smiling mischievously and ran back.
Dad had made one journey and we had been doing well to keep up so Fergil decided to bring in some bales also and fetched the second tractor and when there was a lot he would help to stack. We had the light on now for it was darkening a little and it cast shadows. Fergil had just left after dropping another small load and I was still smiling after his last comment
“Your shadow is almost as sexy as you are”
The tractor came and left again but I screamed a little but not in pain, another hay sliver had penetrated through the opening in my shirt and as I tried to retrieve it Fergil came in to help with the bales.
“I would just remove the shirt if I were you beautiful”
And I buttoned up the shirt more to perhaps stop it happening
“Yes but dad”
“Is hardly here and drops the trailer road far from the barn”
I smiled and when he came back in with another three or four
“That’s much better”
For I turned to him when he came in and I had on the yellow bikini top
“Wow, I don’t know if I can continue, I have come all weak at the knees!”
I grinned and shooed him away but he had only just left when a seed went under my boob and it was driving me crazy; I was trying to get it out but it was really stuck in there and I heard Fergil again and he came forward, curiosity getting the better of him, I explained what was wrong and
“Here let me try”
And his fingers quickly went to work and after several tries he undid the clasp and it was fatal. The seed was retrieved but he quickly fastened his mouth over my nipple and then the other and was sucking them and I groaned loudly with encouragement. So quickly we were naked and laying on the straw and after licking me out and making me orgasm he was ready and held his cock in his hand then I began licking it and sucked him then we got into the 69 position, me on top and we simply didn’t hear the tractor come up, switch off for dad was coming to see what was wrong.
My eyes were closed enjoying every moment of our sex anticipating the next part, Fergil’s cock in my mouth and
“Well, I cannot say I am really surprised”
We could not say anything for we were caught red handed however, as we waited for him to explode he began unbuttoning his shirt and then
“Fergil, looks like that wee rosebud or what you young ones call now, sweet spot? Yes, looks like it needs attention down there, your job I think”
And he grinned and he removed his jeans
You’re not mad at us dad?”
I asked, he looked down at me now upon my back my legs still open a little
“Only if I’m left out of it”
And approached my head as Fergil went between my legs and kneeled down
“You are gorgeous Sammy but I’m sure Fergil has already told you that”
And as he presented himself, holding his cock toward me boxers gone Fergil entered my pussy and I moaned with pleasure but I began licking what was in front of me and sucked him, dad moaning his approval.
It was a lengthy beautiful session of lovemaking but dad declined mounting me and let his second load spray on the wall: he left the two of us and went to the house and we climaxed again and again, each time it was becoming more frantic, one time Fergil took me hard and I demanded he keep going for he was worried about hurting me. He lay on top of me and we came, our juices flowing; I sat upon him and we rocked and rocked and I screamed as he again filled me and he even came behind me like the dogs do and came inside me that way and it was quite different yet not my favourite for he was right at my cervix. Fergil had me sit upon him again and as he gazed up at me he said
“I thought for sure dad would be upset at us for finding us in full flow”
I opened my eyes for I had been enjoying our ‘closeness’
‘Yes but Fergil as you said, he is doing Aunt Sally and although I think he was surprised he enjoyed what he was seeing”
Dad called out from the house
“I got hamburgers on and you can come in as you are if you like”
The three of us finished the bales together talking about this and that but not about Fergil and me. Returning to the house we had only just flopped down on comfy chairs when dad’s phone rang, Aunt Sally. Dad took the phone into the kitchen and I suddenly realised something and indicated the blanket still upon the floor and one of the dogs lying upon it but licking it also. I grinned but red faced and Fergil joined me his face red too then I took his hand, motioned to dad ‘goodnight’ but we were only half way upstairs when he called us and we turned. His hand over the mouthpiece of his phone
“Goodnight you two, mind and get some sleep and remember your old man needs his sleep and shall not if he hears groans all night”
I blew him a kiss and he made pretence of catching it and we smiled.