Maggie Life on the Farm Part 1
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Earl got his sister’s attention when he rolled over on the sofa, kicking the covers off, and moaning in his dream world. “You better wake up Earl” Maggie said to Molly. Grinning, Molly nodded in Earl’s direction in response to Maggie. Looking over, Earl had kicked back the sheet and was laying on his back. His t-shirt was pulled up to his waist, and with no underwear to hide his privates, his morning wood was standing at attention. ------- In Earl’s dream, he is sitting at his desk in...
It had been a couple of days since my trip to the city and nothing much of note had happened, I had a quiet day planned as Lisa was out and had stayed over at a friend’s house so I had the house to myself, time to catch up on the dreaded housework. I sat drinking coffee in just my boxers as had no reason to dress and my phone pinged with an incoming message. It was from Cindy, “Morning Frank, need to get Molly a b/f, need your help, bunking off today can we visit? C xx” was the message and I...
Maggie sat upright in bed. Her body was soaked in sweat. Sure it was hot sleeping in their trailer’s tiny bedroom, in the heat of early June, but it was more than the heat. She lifted her old nightshirt and felt at her crotch. It was drenched in cum. She was embarrassed and shocked at her feelings over what had happened in the barn last Saturday, yet she still dreamed of it. For her to have felt so much pleasure, enjoy it so much, just wasn’t right. She had snapped out of her dream just as she...
Exhausted, she laid back in bed. Looking over at her lil’ sister, Molly, sound asleep and just one year younger, she then glanced at the clock. 4:28AM. Momma would be up in a few minutes to go to work at the tire factory in Hazard. Maggie, Molly and their lil’ brother Earl would have to do chores with their daddy on the farm. Their farm was a small 36 acres at the end of a dead-end road, deep in a hollow in the backwoods south of Hazard, KY. Her daddy, Emmitt, a hateful old bastard with a...
The covers were thrown off of her and her little sister Molly. They both laid there naked in the bed they shared, except for old ratty t-shirts as their nightgowns, the fan blowing to keep them cool. August in their trailer in the hollow outside Hazard, KY was always unbearable. Oh well, another day. Betty was fixin’ breakfast when the girls came down the hall, their little brother Earl still asleep on the sofa. “Y’all girls wake up Earl. He’s going into town with me and your daddy today....
Maggie already knew the answer but asked anyway, “And just what does that mean?” “I want to do you just like that pony did you this morning” Earl said with a sly smile. He was a pretty shrewd negotiator for being so young. “OK, but you have to promise never to tell daddy any of this” demanded Maggie. “Deal. Tomorrow? In the barn?” “OK” replied Maggie. She acted like it was a big deal, but after all she’d done sexually over the summer, fucking her little brother was not a major concern....
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining accident four years ago and had just been through a disability review in Hazard. Sure, he faked a lot of the time just to get that free money, but he had to play the game. “I should be getting a determination letter any day now.” “I’m sorry honey. I know it’s got ya worried but it’ll work out. Do you want...
Betty’s alarm went off at 4:30 as always. She reached over, slapped the alarm, looked over and Emmitt wasn’t in bed. She got up and headed up the hall to the bathroom. Looking up the hall, there sat Emmitt at the kitchen table. She stepped into the bathroom, peed, then walked into the kitchen. “You ok?”“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining...
“Creeeeaaakkk.” Maggie pulled her fingers from her cunt and sat up in bed. She’d heard that noise a thousand times and knew it was the front screen door opening. She quickly slid to the foot of the bed and peered out through the fan to see if she could see anyone. The full August moon lit up the front yard and she watched as Earl crept across the yard, headed to the barn. “Now what the hell is he up to?” thought Maggie. She slipped quietly out of the bedroom, down the hall and out the front...
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Thirty minutes working in the garden, weeding and picking beans, and both Maggie and Molly were soaked. Today they were glad they were wearing their daddy’s favorite “work clothes”; baggy cutoff jeans and ratty old wife-beater tank-tops. Being dirt poor, undergarments were a luxury reserved for school. The hot, humid breeze blew easily through their clothes, and Maggie could feel it tickling her thick light-brown bush. Emmitt made sure the girls wore them every time he gave them chores....
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