Loading...Story Code: M/F, Family Sex, Incest, Impregnation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
In 2011 there was a drought, just a minor inconvenience to most domestic water users but on a farm, not being able to water your crops can be financially ruinous. The field at the head of the valley was called ‘Spring Field’ on the farm deeds so my father-in-law asked my husband to do a little digging through the parish records to see if there had been any mention of an actual spring in that field.
There were some references to archaeological activities in the top corner of the field where Roman artifacts had been found. Johnny deduced that there could have been a spring in that corner of the field because the Romans in the first century often made offerings to their gods at springs. A working party was set to the task of trying to track down that spring. The farm had a tractor mounted auger drill for fence posts and the like so that was put into service, drilling test holes all over the top edge of the field. At the end of the day they had peppered the highest corner of the field with over a hundred holes five feet deep and nothing had come to light.
The family had a meeting over dinner; they could buy an extension for the auger drill, in theory, they could dig holes to any depth they wanted just by adding extensions as they went down. Once again, the job was given to Johnny to cost out the extensions for the drill. Ron Jr. Johnny’s eldest brother was collecting the cows in for milking when he noticed that they seemed to be gathering around the drill holes.
After taking the herd into the milking sheds Ron Jr. phoned his father and mentioned the cow’s unusual behaviour. The herd was usually very well trained and being long established, twice a day, within minutes of their usual milking time, all of the cows would gather at the gates to the various fields, just waiting to be let out for the walk down to the milking sheds.
My father-in-law took a ride up to spring field on his quad to see why the cows had congregated by the holes; it could have just been curiosity but he noticed that the trough in that field was dry so the cows would have been looking for water, and that was exactly what Ron was looking for too. The grass was more trampled down around five of the hundred holes; Ron couldn’t see anything but something about that group of five holes had attracted the cows. Ron was walking back to his quad a very disappointed man, there was always the prospect of drilling down deeper and finding water, then he felt the small change in his pocket bang against his thigh. Ron fished through his loose change and found four pennies, he returned to the hole, got good and close to the ground and dropped a coin down the hole, there was the sound of a splash.
Ron took a small saw from the quad bikes tool box and cut a long, straight branch from one of the trees in the hedgerow. Ron dipped the hole; there was water just a foot below the surface. The valley, like most of Northamptonshire was basically just a thin skin of rich loam sitting on top of heavy clay or loose gravel. The heavy clay was what made Northamptonshire the centre of the brick making industry during the industrial revolution but it held back water wonderfully in dams, lakes and canals.
Ron called his farm labourers back to the spring field with all the heavy earthmoving equipment they could find. Because the field was basically a slope running from the line of drilled holes down towards the rest of the fields, the quickest and simplest option would be to cut a ditch straight to the bottom of the valley and allow the water to flow down the slope but Ron knew very well that the bottom of the valley was glacial deposits of sand and gravel, that’s why the house was built down there in the first place.
There was a quick conversation, two guys were detailed to lay a water pipe down the field in a trench while the rest all started to cut a cistern in the heavy clay, the clay they took out of the ground was pushed to the downhill side of the cistern to form a dam wall. The heavy clay would be totally waterproof, after all, it had held back the spring for over a thousand years already but Ron had a butyl rubber liner fitted into the hole, it looked just like an Olympic sized swimming pool once it was finished and the clay wall was broken through to where the head of the spring was.
The cistern was dug to around five feet deep with a slope at the dam end. By the next morning there was ten inches of water covering the bottom of the pool. Johnny did a quick calculation, roughly twenty-seven thousand gallons in around twelve hours, far more water than the farm would need, they would be self-sufficient in water for the farm with plenty to spare. The top of the dam was planted with a stand of hawthorn saplings to keep the cows away from the cistern.
During that autumn the surroundings of the pool were concreted with a slight fall to the pool to capture any rain water and to stop mud slipping from the apron area into the water. They had to pay to have the water regularly tested as it was going to be fed to the livestock but worryingly there were imbalances. Over winter a wind pump was installed above the cistern, a drive shaft that worked through a gearbox powering an air pump that fed into a piped micro defuse system in the bottom of the lake to oxygenate the water and a pump that drew water from the lake and passed it through a carbon filter.
This summer while at a family Sunday lunch, Ron Jr. told his brothers that the water had finally passed the test as fit for human consumption, not that there were any plans for the family to drink it but at least they knew that it was totally safe to give to the animals. Simon’s girlfriend, Rebecca, asked if that meant that she could swim in the pool now that it was safe to drink.
Rebecca’s comment got my sisters-in-law chattering like excited chimpanzees, “Why don’t we all meet up there on Friday morning and go for a swim?” was voiced by Ron Junior’s wife Mary. I was walking through the kitchen doorway with my arms full of dirty dishes so I didn’t think for one moment that she was talking to me.
On Friday morning my sisters-in-law and Rebecca were all at my door, Mary was driving the Land Rover 90 from the farm and Sara was knocking at my front door wearing nothing but a bikini, “You’re not ready yet!”
“Not ready for what?”
“Swimming, Mary said ten o’clock sharp.”
“I’m not going swimming, I can’t swim and I don’t even own a swimming costume.”
“But Paul and Ron have spent ages getting things ready up at the pool, there’s a picnic waiting up there for us and everything!”
Mary came over, she was also wearing a bikini, I looked up and down the street to see if my neighbours could see my sisters-in-law standing on my drive almost naked. Mary insisted that I grabbed a towel and joined them in the Land Rover. Mary was very bossy, the wife of the eldest brother and she saw herself as the Matriarch or at least June’s stand in, My mother-in-law, June, was definitely the boss of the extended family.
I grabbed a towel and jumped into the back of the car. The Land Rover wasn’t a standard road car; it had been fitted with balloon tyres with huge thick blocks of tread that made the whole thing vibrate on an asphalt surface, that kept the speed down on the road but as soon as the gate was opened to the large field and we were driving on meadow grass Mary drove like an F1 racing driver, the Land Rover climbed the face of the dam with ease and once at the top we all jumped out of the car.
I felt a little awkward that I was fully dressed while my sisters-in-law were dressed in skimpy bikinis, well; I thought they were skimpy until I saw what Rebecca had on under her robe. Rebecca had one of those bikinis that you could alter how much of your body was on show, less coverage for sunbathing and more for swimming, you just slid the cups or pants along the string like blinds.
It was the first time that I had been up to the pool since it had been finished, one side of the Hawthorne hedge were thirty cows eating grass and drinking water from troughs fed from the pool the other side was supposed to be just a cold water storage cistern but what I saw on the other side of the oak gate didn’t look anything like an industrial water storage facility, it looked more like ‘Club Med’.
Four huge sun-loungers stood in a row on one side of the pool, there was a wet bar and a table under a shade with a cool-box full of finger food. My sisters-in-law dropped their towels on three of the sun loungers. The pool was in the shade of the rise of the hill to the south of the valley but the concrete slab that had been laid on the north side of the pool was in the sun almost all day and that was where the loungers had been placed.
Rebecca lay on her towel and pulled her bikini tops into the middle of the strap so that they hardly covered her areolas. Then she pulled the front of her bikini bottoms as small as they could go too. I was shocked and surprised at how small Rebecca had made her bikini and also surprised at the fact that there was no hair visible, even though there was plenty of ‘lower skin’ on show, Rebecca was only eighteen years old but surely she had hairs on her lower body too.
Mary handed out wine to everyone before settling down on her towel I was wondering if I could drag the last of the loungers under the large sunshade covering the picnic table. After fifteen minutes Rebecca rolled onto her stomach to let the sun get onto her back, then she pulled at the bow holding the strap of her bikini top closed and then her top was discarded onto the floor beneath her lounger.
Mary phoned her husband, she told him that she had forgotten her sun oil, “Oh and Ron, can you bring more wine from the fridge, I only brought one bottle up and Victoria has finished that off!”
‘What a cheek!’ I thought to myself, I hadn’t even taken a sip from my glass and I looked down at the sides of the three sun loungers and saw three empty glasses, my sisters-in-law had all drunk their wine and even though Rebecca was the youngest here, she’d emptied her glass of wine faster than the other two.
As I looked at Rebecca’s empty glass her bikini bottoms fell over the top of the glass, my eyes scanned up slowly, I didn’t want to look but couldn’t stop myself, fortunately Rebecca was still lying face down but her bottom was totally uncovered and, this was obviously not the first time she had been naked in the sun as there were no white marks on her bottom or her back, just an all over golden tan that was set off in stark contrast by her mane of golden blond hair. Mary looked at my face, my mouth wide open and eyes almost bulging out in disbelief, and then she looked down at Rebecca.
Mary looked back at my face and said, “Victoria, you look like you’re catching a little too much sun on your face!”
I didn’t understand what she was on about at first, then I realised that Simon’s girlfriend’s nudity had caused my face to turn a beetroot colour. I tried to shake myself out of it and took a swallow from my glass of wine and just as my mouth was full, Mary dropped her bikini top to the floor at the side of her sun lounger.
Within five minutes Sarah was topless too and I was still wearing my jeans and T-shirt. I could hear the buzz of one of the farm Kawasaki six-fifty quad bikes coming up the valley; it had to be Ron, Mary’s husband bringing her the sun oil and extra cold wine she had asked him for. I was surprised at that though because Ron had been involved in three accidents on the quad bike and really hated riding one off road.
When it reached the other side of the Hawthorn hedge I cleared my throat and said, “Erm girls, Ron’s here, shouldn’t you cover up?”
They all just laughed at me, when the oak gate swung open it was Ron stepping through the gate but not Mary’s husband, it was Ron Sr our father-in-law.
Ron hefted a large cold box full of wine onto the table under the shade, “Right girls, which one of you needs oiling first?”
Mary looked from one of us to the other, “Victoria is most in need but I think you should start with Rebecca, she’s got the least on!”
I had looked over at Rebecca, she had raised her upper body to smile up at Ron, I looked to him, in the few seconds that I had looked away from him he had stripped off his overalls and was now standing in a skimpy pair of Speedo swimming trunks.
Ron squirted oil into his hands and began to oil Rebecca’s back, from the nape of her neck to the heels of her feet; Ron massaged sun protection oil into every nook and cranny of the young woman’s body.
“Right, turn over.” Rebecca rolled onto her back; my mouth went dry as Rebecca’s young body rolled into view. She wasn’t, as I had thought, totally denuded around her pussy mound, there was a quarter of an inch broad strip of closely trimmed pubic hair running from the end of her vaginal gash up towards her belly, the end of the strip had been shaped into a very small heart so it looked like a suede, letter ‘I’ with a heart shaped dot above it.
I didn’t want to look but I couldn’t stop myself, Ron began oiling Rebecca at her face and then quickly over her neck, when he reached her thirty-four inch ‘D’ cup breasts he really went to town, spending ages deeply massaging oil all over her breasts, when he oiled her areolas and nipples it looked more like he was playing with her rather than oiling her to protect her from the sun.
When Ron finally finished oiling Rebecca’s breasts he oiled her stomach and lower abdomen quite quickly, rubbing oil right down to the suede heart and then he jumped quickly to her feet to oil from her toes upwards again. I have to say when Ron stopped short of her cunt, Rebecca looked very disappointed as did Sarah and Mary, they like me, were watching Ron’s every move.
Ron quickly oiled his way up Rebecca’s legs and as he reached closer to her vagina she opened her legs for him and his fingers slid right up to her hairless labia before slipping down to the side of her knees again, Rebecca gasped as did Sarah, Mary and I. Ron stopped using his left hand to oil and just used his right, he slipped his right hand up her inner thigh rapidly, this time he didn’t stop at her labia, he rammed two fingers deep into her cunt and Rebecca gasped and arched her back off of her towel. There was no pretence at oiling now, Ron’s left hand began to massage Rebecca’s breasts and he was kissing her on her lips passionately as he fucked her with his fingers.
Mary leaned in and rubbed her hand over the huge lump in the front of Ron’s trunks, she pulled at the front of the red Speedos and Ron’s cock popped into view above the waistband and into full view of everyone. Ron gave Rebecca several climaxes, Mary told Sarah to look after Ron, Sarah slipped off of her sun lounger and sat behind Ron, she began to massage Ron’s cock with her hand for a few moments, then she bent over his hip and took his cock into her mouth. I had actually stopped breathing when Ron threw his fingers up onto Rebecca’s cunt but now my heart had stopped too.
I knew that oral sex happened, of course I did but I never expected to see it happen out in public and I never expected to see my father-in-law being sucked off by his son’s wife. The gate opened again, Ron Jr. walked in, he had wellington boots on because he had been cleaning out a ditch, taking advantage of the drought and the lack of drain off from the fields to cut the reeds and overhanging grass. As he walked in, he looked at me, standing, fully dressed and my face bright purple. Then he looked at his father and Rebecca and Sarah, he walked over to his wife and kissed her, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple as he did.
“Hi darling, glad you could make it. Now why don’t you get out of those dirty overalls and oil Sarah, looks like her back is going red.”
Ron Jr. pulled Sarah away from his father and back onto her sun lounger; Mary looked over at me and said, “Hey Vicky, why don’t you take over where Sarah left off with Ron?”
Mary suggesting that I took over sucking Ron’s cock certainly restarted my breathing as well as my heart. I wanted to run away or dig a hole in the ground and hide, Mary was laughing at the, ‘Rabbit caught in a car’s head lights!’ look on my face.
Ron Jr. had one hand on Sarah’s breast, the other in her bikini bottoms and his tongue in her mouth. He had slipped out of his overalls but he didn’t have Speedos on under his overalls, he was totally naked. Sarah gasped through a climax and as soon as her bottom lifted off of the lounger, Ron Jr. was pushing her bikini bottoms down. Mary beckoned our father-in-law over to join her on her sun lounger; he pulled his fingers out of Rebecca’s cunt and slipped off of her lounger.
Ron allowed his trunks to drop to the floor as he walked over to Mary’s side, as he walked around the foot of Rebecca’s lounger Mary slipped her bikini bottoms down, opened her legs wide and welcomed her husband’s father between her legs. Now, as I stood there, Ron was fucking Mary and his son was fucking Sarah.
A smörgåsbord of emotions had been running through my head, from disgust, through revulsion to shock and horror, now; as my eyes flicked from one fucking couple to the other, another emotion was starting to run, excitement. A cold wine glass was pressed into my hand, I looked down at the glass, a fresh glass of wine and it was being held by Rebecca, still naked and now standing so close to me that I could feel the heat from her breasts against my arm.
I hadn’t realised that my first glass of wine was empty; I had been working on auto pilot, drinking wine without realising that was what I was doing. As soon as the fresh glass was in my hand I raised it to my lips, Rebecca moved in even closer, her breasts pressed into my back and she placed her lips against my ear, “Which one do you want? I’ve had them both before, daddy Ron is much more loving than brother Ron but brother Ron keeps going for longer.
I almost choked on the wine I was swallowing when I realised what she was saying, then I felt Rebecca’s fingers pulling at my T-shirt, pulling the bottom of it out of my jeans. I felt the sun, hot against my abdomen. That feeling was so way out of my expectations, in the whole of my life before I had never had my belly exposed to the sun.
Rebecca was gathering the material of my T-shirt in her hands and exposing more and more of my upper body to the sun and to anyone who happened to be looking in our direction, not that anyone but Rebecca was actually looking at me. Rebecca had my T-shirt gathered under my chin and my wine glass was once again empty. Rebecca pulled my T-shirt over my head and then she pulled it down my arms, gathering my empty wine glass as she did.
My T-shirt was dropped unceremoniously on the floor and my wine glass taken back to the cool box for a refill, I just stood there, still watching the four members of my family fucking on the loungers. Rebecca handed me my refilled glass and as I took it and took another sip of the cold wine Rebecca kissed me on my neck sending an uncontrollable shiver through my body. While her lips were still in contact with my neck her fingers worked the belt clasp pinching my jeans against my waist.
The thought, ‘What’s the problem, in my bra and panties I’d still be more dressed than my sisters-in-law,’ as they were all very naked, just like my father-in-law and my brother-in-law. Rebecca didn’t waste any time undoing my jeans, once she had my belt unfastened, she just pulled and my jeans fell around my feet. “I can see that you’re really turned on and ready for fun!” Rebecca said as my jeans passed my knees. I looked down, my panties were red cotton bikini style and the double cotton gusset was far darker than the body of my panties, caused by copious amounts of my inner lubricating juice flowing out of my cunt like a river.
Story Code: M/F, Family Sex, Incest, Impregnation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
In 2011 there was a drought, just a minor inconvenience to most domestic water users but on a farm, not being able to water your crops can be financially ruinous. The field at the head of the valley was called ‘Spring Field’ on the farm deeds so my father-in-law asked my husband to do a little digging through the parish records to see if there had been any mention of an actual spring in that field.
There were some references to archaeological activities in the top corner of the field where Roman artifacts had been found. Johnny deduced that there could have been a spring in that corner of the field because the Romans in the first century often made offerings to their gods at springs. A working party was set to the task of trying to track down that spring. The farm had a tractor mounted auger drill for fence posts and the like so that was put into service, drilling test holes all over the top edge of the field. At the end of the day they had peppered the highest corner of the field with over a hundred holes five feet deep and nothing had come to light.
The family had a meeting over dinner; they could buy an extension for the auger drill, in theory, they could dig holes to any depth they wanted just by adding extensions as they went down. Once again, the job was given to Johnny to cost out the extensions for the drill. Ron Jr. Johnny’s eldest brother was collecting the cows in for milking when he noticed that they seemed to be gathering around the drill holes.
After taking the herd into the milking sheds Ron Jr. phoned his father and mentioned the cow’s unusual behaviour. The herd was usually very well trained and being long established, twice a day, within minutes of their usual milking time, all of the cows would gather at the gates to the various fields, just waiting to be let out for the walk down to the milking sheds.
My father-in-law took a ride up to spring field on his quad to see why the cows had congregated by the holes; it could have just been curiosity but he noticed that the trough in that field was dry so the cows would have been looking for water, and that was exactly what Ron was looking for too. The grass was more trampled down around five of the hundred holes; Ron couldn’t see anything but something about that group of five holes had attracted the cows. Ron was walking back to his quad a very disappointed man, there was always the prospect of drilling down deeper and finding water, then he felt the small change in his pocket bang against his thigh. Ron fished through his loose change and found four pennies, he returned to the hole, got good and close to the ground and dropped a coin down the hole, there was the sound of a splash.
Ron took a small saw from the quad bikes tool box and cut a long, straight branch from one of the trees in the hedgerow. Ron dipped the hole; there was water just a foot below the surface. The valley, like most of Northamptonshire was basically just a thin skin of rich loam sitting on top of heavy clay or loose gravel. The heavy clay was what made Northamptonshire the centre of the brick making industry during the industrial revolution but it held back water wonderfully in dams, lakes and canals.
Ron called his farm labourers back to the spring field with all the heavy earthmoving equipment they could find. Because the field was basically a slope running from the line of drilled holes down towards the rest of the fields, the quickest and simplest option would be to cut a ditch straight to the bottom of the valley and allow the water to flow down the slope but Ron knew very well that the bottom of the valley was glacial deposits of sand and gravel, that’s why the house was built down there in the first place.
There was a quick conversation, two guys were detailed to lay a water pipe down the field in a trench while the rest all started to cut a cistern in the heavy clay, the clay they took out of the ground was pushed to the downhill side of the cistern to form a dam wall. The heavy clay would be totally waterproof, after all, it had held back the spring for over a thousand years already but Ron had a butyl rubber liner fitted into the hole, it looked just like an Olympic sized swimming pool once it was finished and the clay wall was broken through to where the head of the spring was.
The cistern was dug to around five feet deep with a slope at the dam end. By the next morning there was ten inches of water covering the bottom of the pool. Johnny did a quick calculation, roughly twenty-seven thousand gallons in around twelve hours, far more water than the farm would need, they would be self-sufficient in water for the farm with plenty to spare. The top of the dam was planted with a stand of hawthorn saplings to keep the cows away from the cistern.
During that autumn the surroundings of the pool were concreted with a slight fall to the pool to capture any rain water and to stop mud slipping from the apron area into the water. They had to pay to have the water regularly tested as it was going to be fed to the livestock but worryingly there were imbalances. Over winter a wind pump was installed above the cistern, a drive shaft that worked through a gearbox powering an air pump that fed into a piped micro defuse system in the bottom of the lake to oxygenate the water and a pump that drew water from the lake and passed it through a carbon filter.
This summer while at a family Sunday lunch, Ron Jr. told his brothers that the water had finally passed the test as fit for human consumption, not that there were any plans for the family to drink it but at least they knew that it was totally safe to give to the animals. Simon’s girlfriend, Rebecca, asked if that meant that she could swim in the pool now that it was safe to drink.
Rebecca’s comment got my sisters-in-law chattering like excited chimpanzees, “Why don’t we all meet up there on Friday morning and go for a swim?” was voiced by Ron Junior’s wife Mary. I was walking through the kitchen doorway with my arms full of dirty dishes so I didn’t think for one moment that she was talking to me.
On Friday morning my sisters-in-law and Rebecca were all at my door, Mary was driving the Land Rover 90 from the farm and Sara was knocking at my front door wearing nothing but a bikini, “You’re not ready yet!”
“Not ready for what?”
“Swimming, Mary said ten o’clock sharp.”
“I’m not going swimming, I can’t swim and I don’t even own a swimming costume.”
“But Paul and Ron have spent ages getting things ready up at the pool, there’s a picnic waiting up there for us and everything!”
Mary came over, she was also wearing a bikini, I looked up and down the street to see if my neighbours could see my sisters-in-law standing on my drive almost naked. Mary insisted that I grabbed a towel and joined them in the Land Rover. Mary was very bossy, the wife of the eldest brother and she saw herself as the Matriarch or at least June’s stand in, My mother-in-law, June, was definitely the boss of the extended family.
I grabbed a towel and jumped into the back of the car. The Land Rover wasn’t a standard road car; it had been fitted with balloon tyres with huge thick blocks of tread that made the whole thing vibrate on an asphalt surface, that kept the speed down on the road but as soon as the gate was opened to the large field and we were driving on meadow grass Mary drove like an F1 racing driver, the Land Rover climbed the face of the dam with ease and once at the top we all jumped out of the car.
I felt a little awkward that I was fully dressed while my sisters-in-law were dressed in skimpy bikinis, well; I thought they were skimpy until I saw what Rebecca had on under her robe. Rebecca had one of those bikinis that you could alter how much of your body was on show, less coverage for sunbathing and more for swimming, you just slid the cups or pants along the string like blinds.
It was the first time that I had been up to the pool since it had been finished, one side of the Hawthorne hedge were thirty cows eating grass and drinking water from troughs fed from the pool the other side was supposed to be just a cold water storage cistern but what I saw on the other side of the oak gate didn’t look anything like an industrial water storage facility, it looked more like ‘Club Med’.
Four huge sun-loungers stood in a row on one side of the pool, there was a wet bar and a table under a shade with a cool-box full of finger food. My sisters-in-law dropped their towels on three of the sun loungers. The pool was in the shade of the rise of the hill to the south of the valley but the concrete slab that had been laid on the north side of the pool was in the sun almost all day and that was where the loungers had been placed.
Rebecca lay on her towel and pulled her bikini tops into the middle of the strap so that they hardly covered her areolas. Then she pulled the front of her bikini bottoms as small as they could go too. I was shocked and surprised at how small Rebecca had made her bikini and also surprised at the fact that there was no hair visible, even though there was plenty of ‘lower skin’ on show, Rebecca was only eighteen years old but surely she had hairs on her lower body too.
Mary handed out wine to everyone before settling down on her towel I was wondering if I could drag the last of the loungers under the large sunshade covering the picnic table. After fifteen minutes Rebecca rolled onto her stomach to let the sun get onto her back, then she pulled at the bow holding the strap of her bikini top closed and then her top was discarded onto the floor beneath her lounger.
Mary phoned her husband, she told him that she had forgotten her sun oil, “Oh and Ron, can you bring more wine from the fridge, I only brought one bottle up and Victoria has finished that off!”
‘What a cheek!’ I thought to myself, I hadn’t even taken a sip from my glass and I looked down at the sides of the three sun loungers and saw three empty glasses, my sisters-in-law had all drunk their wine and even though Rebecca was the youngest here, she’d emptied her glass of wine faster than the other two.
As I looked at Rebecca’s empty glass her bikini bottoms fell over the top of the glass, my eyes scanned up slowly, I didn’t want to look but couldn’t stop myself, fortunately Rebecca was still lying face down but her bottom was totally uncovered and, this was obviously not the first time she had been naked in the sun as there were no white marks on her bottom or her back, just an all over golden tan that was set off in stark contrast by her mane of golden blond hair. Mary looked at my face, my mouth wide open and eyes almost bulging out in disbelief, and then she looked down at Rebecca.
Mary looked back at my face and said, “Victoria, you look like you’re catching a little too much sun on your face!”
I didn’t understand what she was on about at first, then I realised that Simon’s girlfriend’s nudity had caused my face to turn a beetroot colour. I tried to shake myself out of it and took a swallow from my glass of wine and just as my mouth was full, Mary dropped her bikini top to the floor at the side of her sun lounger.
Within five minutes Sarah was topless too and I was still wearing my jeans and T-shirt. I could hear the buzz of one of the farm Kawasaki six-fifty quad bikes coming up the valley; it had to be Ron, Mary’s husband bringing her the sun oil and extra cold wine she had asked him for. I was surprised at that though because Ron had been involved in three accidents on the quad bike and really hated riding one off road.
When it reached the other side of the Hawthorn hedge I cleared my throat and said, “Erm girls, Ron’s here, shouldn’t you cover up?”
They all just laughed at me, when the oak gate swung open it was Ron stepping through the gate but not Mary’s husband, it was Ron Sr our father-in-law.
Ron hefted a large cold box full of wine onto the table under the shade, “Right girls, which one of you needs oiling first?”
Mary looked from one of us to the other, “Victoria is most in need but I think you should start with Rebecca, she’s got the least on!”
I had looked over at Rebecca, she had raised her upper body to smile up at Ron, I looked to him, in the few seconds that I had looked away from him he had stripped off his overalls and was now standing in a skimpy pair of Speedo swimming trunks.
Ron squirted oil into his hands and began to oil Rebecca’s back, from the nape of her neck to the heels of her feet; Ron massaged sun protection oil into every nook and cranny of the young woman’s body.
“Right, turn over.” Rebecca rolled onto her back; my mouth went dry as Rebecca’s young body rolled into view. She wasn’t, as I had thought, totally denuded around her pussy mound, there was a quarter of an inch broad strip of closely trimmed pubic hair running from the end of her vaginal gash up towards her belly, the end of the strip had been shaped into a very small heart so it looked like a suede, letter ‘I’ with a heart shaped dot above it.
I didn’t want to look but I couldn’t stop myself, Ron began oiling Rebecca at her face and then quickly over her neck, when he reached her thirty-four inch ‘D’ cup breasts he really went to town, spending ages deeply massaging oil all over her breasts, when he oiled her areolas and nipples it looked more like he was playing with her rather than oiling her to protect her from the sun.
When Ron finally finished oiling Rebecca’s breasts he oiled her stomach and lower abdomen quite quickly, rubbing oil right down to the suede heart and then he jumped quickly to her feet to oil from her toes upwards again. I have to say when Ron stopped short of her cunt, Rebecca looked very disappointed as did Sarah and Mary, they like me, were watching Ron’s every move.
Ron quickly oiled his way up Rebecca’s legs and as he reached closer to her vagina she opened her legs for him and his fingers slid right up to her hairless labia before slipping down to the side of her knees again, Rebecca gasped as did Sarah, Mary and I. Ron stopped using his left hand to oil and just used his right, he slipped his right hand up her inner thigh rapidly, this time he didn’t stop at her labia, he rammed two fingers deep into her cunt and Rebecca gasped and arched her back off of her towel. There was no pretence at oiling now, Ron’s left hand began to massage Rebecca’s breasts and he was kissing her on her lips passionately as he fucked her with his fingers.
Mary leaned in and rubbed her hand over the huge lump in the front of Ron’s trunks, she pulled at the front of the red Speedos and Ron’s cock popped into view above the waistband and into full view of everyone. Ron gave Rebecca several climaxes, Mary told Sarah to look after Ron, Sarah slipped off of her sun lounger and sat behind Ron, she began to massage Ron’s cock with her hand for a few moments, then she bent over his hip and took his cock into her mouth. I had actually stopped breathing when Ron threw his fingers up onto Rebecca’s cunt but now my heart had stopped too.
I knew that oral sex happened, of course I did but I never expected to see it happen out in public and I never expected to see my father-in-law being sucked off by his son’s wife. The gate opened again, Ron Jr. walked in, he had wellington boots on because he had been cleaning out a ditch, taking advantage of the drought and the lack of drain off from the fields to cut the reeds and overhanging grass. As he walked in, he looked at me, standing, fully dressed and my face bright purple. Then he looked at his father and Rebecca and Sarah, he walked over to his wife and kissed her, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple as he did.
“Hi darling, glad you could make it. Now why don’t you get out of those dirty overalls and oil Sarah, looks like her back is going red.”
Ron Jr. pulled Sarah away from his father and back onto her sun lounger; Mary looked over at me and said, “Hey Vicky, why don’t you take over where Sarah left off with Ron?”
Mary suggesting that I took over sucking Ron’s cock certainly restarted my breathing as well as my heart. I wanted to run away or dig a hole in the ground and hide, Mary was laughing at the, ‘Rabbit caught in a car’s head lights!’ look on my face.
Ron Jr. had one hand on Sarah’s breast, the other in her bikini bottoms and his tongue in her mouth. He had slipped out of his overalls but he didn’t have Speedos on under his overalls, he was totally naked. Sarah gasped through a climax and as soon as her bottom lifted off of the lounger, Ron Jr. was pushing her bikini bottoms down. Mary beckoned our father-in-law over to join her on her sun lounger; he pulled his fingers out of Rebecca’s cunt and slipped off of her lounger.
Ron allowed his trunks to drop to the floor as he walked over to Mary’s side, as he walked around the foot of Rebecca’s lounger Mary slipped her bikini bottoms down, opened her legs wide and welcomed her husband’s father between her legs. Now, as I stood there, Ron was fucking Mary and his son was fucking Sarah.
A smörgåsbord of emotions had been running through my head, from disgust, through revulsion to shock and horror, now; as my eyes flicked from one fucking couple to the other, another emotion was starting to run, excitement. A cold wine glass was pressed into my hand, I looked down at the glass, a fresh glass of wine and it was being held by Rebecca, still naked and now standing so close to me that I could feel the heat from her breasts against my arm.
I hadn’t realised that my first glass of wine was empty; I had been working on auto pilot, drinking wine without realising that was what I was doing. As soon as the fresh glass was in my hand I raised it to my lips, Rebecca moved in even closer, her breasts pressed into my back and she placed her lips against my ear, “Which one do you want? I’ve had them both before, daddy Ron is much more loving than brother Ron but brother Ron keeps going for longer.
I almost choked on the wine I was swallowing when I realised what she was saying, then I felt Rebecca’s fingers pulling at my T-shirt, pulling the bottom of it out of my jeans. I felt the sun, hot against my abdomen. That feeling was so way out of my expectations, in the whole of my life before I had never had my belly exposed to the sun.
Rebecca was gathering the material of my T-shirt in her hands and exposing more and more of my upper body to the sun and to anyone who happened to be looking in our direction, not that anyone but Rebecca was actually looking at me. Rebecca had my T-shirt gathered under my chin and my wine glass was once again empty. Rebecca pulled my T-shirt over my head and then she pulled it down my arms, gathering my empty wine glass as she did.
My T-shirt was dropped unceremoniously on the floor and my wine glass taken back to the cool box for a refill, I just stood there, still watching the four members of my family fucking on the loungers. Rebecca handed me my refilled glass and as I took it and took another sip of the cold wine Rebecca kissed me on my neck sending an uncontrollable shiver through my body. While her lips were still in contact with my neck her fingers worked the belt clasp pinching my jeans against my waist.
The thought, ‘What’s the problem, in my bra and panties I’d still be more dressed than my sisters-in-law,’ as they were all very naked, just like my father-in-law and my brother-in-law. Rebecca didn’t waste any time undoing my jeans, once she had my belt unfastened, she just pulled and my jeans fell around my feet. “I can see that you’re really turned on and ready for fun!” Rebecca said as my jeans passed my knees. I looked down, my panties were red cotton bikini style and the double cotton gusset was far darker than the body of my panties, caused by copious amounts of my inner lubricating juice flowing out of my cunt like a river.