Desiree's face was pressed into the grass, her hard nipples being tickled rather roughly by the harsh blades of grass as she took his cock into her pussy. Her breaths came in ragged gulps and the pain, though certainly less severe than when Mike had first fucked her cunt, was still flowing through her veins.
Reaching near her ass, Desiree made a futile attempt to dig her long fingernails into Mike's stomach as he fully embedded his cock in her pussy. All she managed to do was raise the level of his lust and anger. A moment later, he had both her arms twisted behind her back, her wrists held tightly together in one powerful hand.
Mike fucked his hard, pulsating prick deep into her tight, wet cunt, then reached near Desiree's face. She gasped in surprise and a moment later, Mike was stuffing her cuntjuice-moist panties in her mouth. Mike shoved them completely into her mouth, then uncorked his cock from her pussy and aimed at her puckered, brown asshole. Her asshole was the only fuck hole he hadn't fucked, so why not take everything from his teenaged sister at one time? Desiree felt his cockhead pressing against her ass and she wailed out in protest, her cries muffled by the panties. And then she felt the rigid, unyielding prickshaft driving his cockhead into her ass and blinding bright lights flashed in her head. She quivered all over, her tits scraping against the grass, her ass tilted up and exposed.
Mike held Desiree's wrists in one hand, and he wrapped his powerful arm under Desiree's stomach to support her. He didn't want her sliding down onto her belly. Though he could fuck her that way, he wanted to take her doggie-style. It seemed to him somehow fitting to fuck his sister outside that way.
The blinding lights kept popping in Desiree's skull. There wasn't any pain anymore. She didn't feel much of anything. She was vaguely aware of the feeling of fullness in her ass each time Mike fucked her asshole with his huge prick, but that was all. She heard his cries of ecstasy, felt him fucking her ass harder and faster, then felt the hot wetness of his cum being shot into her asshole.
Mike rolled his head back on his shoulders, fucking his quivering prick into Desiree's ass hard and fast. He fucked into her, his balls feeling like they were on fire. Then the sizzling cum exploded from his balls and shot out his cockhead, spewing in mighty jets into his young sister's ass.
When he had drained his balls in Desiree's ass, Mike got slowly to his feet. He looked at his sister, his face void of expression. She was still doubled up, ass in the air, hands now resting in the grass at her sides.
She had been a great fuck, Mike concluded. Tight everywhere. Monumental tits; fantastic ass; tight cunt that could milk the jism out of any pair of balls.
He hitched up his pants, settled comfortably into Champion's saddle again, and rode away.
Desiree listened to the pounding of hoofs fading and she pulled the panties from her mouth. Rolling onto her back, she let the sun warm her tits and pussy. Everything in her life had changed, Desiree knew. Everything would be somehow different. She would never look at life in the same way again – and she liked it that way.
CHAPTER THREE
When Mike and Kevin arrived at the homestead, they were properly greeted by Desiree, Kandi and Jan. Desiree had retrieved her blouse, and neither Kevin nor Mike mentioned that they had seen her riding with her tits showing.
Kevin let the scenery envelop his senses. The old house, built near the turn of the century, was much the same as it was when he left it years ago. A small, two-story home with wooden siding that needed a coat of paint at least three years earlier.
The outhouse was still standing near the windbreak, also needing paint. It hadn't been used in years, but the small building reminded him of his youth when indoor plumbing was still something that only city people had.
Off to the west was the main pasture and the huge red barn. Pleasant childhood memories of romping in the hay loft filtered through Kevin's mind and he smiled.
Hours later, after a big dinner of meat, potatoes, gravy and three different types of vegetables, the five people sat back, drinking the cold beer Mike had brought with him.
Though there was considerable age difference between them, the five felt very comfortable being together, despite the long separation Mike and Kevin had had from their sisters.
"I think I'll take a walk and look the ol' place over," Kevin said, getting to his feet and stuffing two beers in his back pockets. "Anyone want to come?"
"I'll go with you," Jan quickly said, getting to her feet and taking two beers too.
It was dark outside, with only the half-moon illuminating their way. Kevin headed straight for the barn, wanting to look at the old hay loft where he had played as a child.
They had to climb a rickety wooden ladder to get to the loft, but soon Kevin was inhaling the sweet fragrance of freshly cut hay.
"Smells good," he said quietly, sipping his beer. "How many horses do you have now?"
"Three. We keep them in the barn." Kevin looked at his younger sister. In the pale glow of the moon shining through the open loft doors, every feature on her face and body became more defined, highlighted with light and shadow.
"Been a long time, hasn't it?" Kevin slugged down his beer and tossed it out the gate. "I need to get drunk."
"It has been a long time. Damn long. You don't need to feel nervous around us… me…" Jan let her words trail off as she thought. "You really don't need to get drunk to relax."
"Hell, I'm wound tighter than a drum. Leaving the city wasn't an easy thing for me to do."
"Already missing your books?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"Everyone missed something at sometime in their life. It's been a long time for a lot of things."
Kevin looked at Jan again, taking in her incredible beauty. Square, broad shoulders above tits so large and full and well shaped, they took a man's breath away. Hips flat, tightly encased in jeans that squeezed her thighs and showed the muscles there. Her face was passive, chin tilted up slightly, like her tits, at an almost defiant angle.
He thought of grabbing her. Of throwing himself at her and grabbing those tits that deserved his hands' attention. He thought of that and knew that Mike would do it. Mike had always been more open and upfront that himself.
"I…" Jan started, hesitated, stopped. She swigged her beer and tried again. "I know what it's like to want something and not be able to get it."
"Chomping at the bit?"
Jan felt her cheeks flush and was happy that in the darkness Kevin wouldn't be able to see it. She was tired of the country boys who pawed her body clumsily, tired of having to make all the decisions on the farm, tired of always having to be on top of every situation. She wanted to lose control for just a moment. Just some brief moments when she could share her body with a man.
"What are you thinking?" Kevin asked. "You seem suddenly distant."
Jan faced Kevin. A confident smile toyed with the corners of her lips. She gulped down the last of her beer and tossed the can out the gate.
"I didn't mean to offend you."
Jan didn't answer. Her hands came slowly up her sides, over her flat stomach, following the curves of her firm tits. Then she unfastened the top button of her shirt and opened it wider. A second and third button was undone. It was a slow process, not quite like a strip tease and twice as erotic.
Kevin felt his pulse quicken. When Jan pulled her shirt out of his pants, he caught a quick glimpse of one brown areola. The creamy inside slopes of her tits were visible. It was a breathtaking sight, and Kevin felt the twitching in his cock as his prick started to grow, being tantalized into a raging hard-on.