I’m Emma, 25 years old, with hair as red as the fiery sunsets we used to watch from our porch in Brooksville. My little brother, Alex, 18, always had this serious look, like he was trying to figure out the world. We were just normal kids, living a pretty normal life, until the day everything changed.
Our mom had been sick for a while, but we never knew how bad it was until the day Dad sat us down. He looked like he’d aged ten years overnight. “I’m sorry, kids,” he said, his voice trembling. “I can’t do this anymore.” And just like that, he was gone.
I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. We were alone, completely alone. The farm, the bills, Mom’s medicine – it all landed on us like a ton of bricks. I remember looking at Alex, seeing him trying to be strong, but his eyes were scared.
We didn’t have time to be kids anymore. We had to grow up fast. Our days were filled with work, trying to keep the farm going and take care of Mom. It was hard, really hard. Nights were the worst, the house felt so empty, and we were just exhausted, physically and emotionally.
Despite everything, Alex and I got closer. We had to. He was all I had, and I was all he had. We learned to depend on each other and to be there for each other in ways we never had before.
Months passed, and life on the farm got a bit easier, or maybe we just got used to the hardship. Alex and I, we became a team. We didn’t talk much about how things used to be. Instead, we focused on what needed to be done, day in and day out.
One day, I tried to lighten the mood. I put on some small jean shorts and a checkered shirt which I tied up just like real farm girls do, tying it up as I’d seen in some old magazine also made my tits stand out more with beautiful cleavage. Alex’s reaction was priceless. “Wow, Emma, you look… nice,” he said, and I could tell he meant it. It felt good to laugh, even just for a moment. I saw his gaze leave my face for a moment to look at my cleavage and I could feel him start to become hard pressing against me as he was still lying on top of me.
Then, one evening, while we were joking around in the barn, jumping on hay bales, we fell. Alex landed on top of me, and we just looked at each other. Something changed in that moment. We kissed, and it wasn’t like a brother-sister thing. It was different and intense, and it scared me a bit.
I could feel Alex’s erection pressing against me, and it only fueled my desire for him. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as our tongues continued their passionate battle. His hands moved lower, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt. I arched my back, inviting him to explore further.
With a hungry growl, Alex tore off my shirt, exposing my bare breasts to him. He wasted no time in taking one in his mouth, while his hand massaged the other. I moaned louder, my body trembling with pleasure. I could feel his erection straining against his pants, and I wanted nothing more than to feel it inside of me.
I pushed him back onto the hay bales, my hands quickly undoing his pants and freeing his cock. I could feel my own arousal building as I straddled his hips, grinding against him as I kissed him fiercely. Our moans mingled together as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths.
“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my fingers lightly tracing down his chest and abs. He nodded eagerly, his eyes dark with desire.
I leaned down to unbutton his shirt, each button coming undone with a satisfying pop. I could see the hunger in his eyes grow with each inch of skin I revealed. Finally, his shirt was discarded on the floor, and I ran my hands over his chiselled chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath my fingertips.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I moaned, my hips grinding harder against his erection. I could feel how hard he was for me, and it only turned me on more.
With a smirk, I lifted my hips and began to slide his pants and boxers down his legs. His cock sprung free, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it. It was bigger than I had ever imagined, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me.
I positioned myself over him, guiding his cock to my entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, I lowered myself onto him, moaning at the sensation of being filled. Alex’s hands gripped my hips, helping me to move up and down on him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I could feel my orgasm building.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I moaned, my hands gripping onto his shoulders as I rode him harder and faster. His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing and massaging them as we moved together in perfect rhythm. I could feel my moans getting louder and I could see the pleasure in Alex’s eyes as he watched my boobs bouncing up and down with each thrust.
But I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside of me from behind. I pulled off of him and bent over a haystack, my pussy dripping with arousal. Alex wasted no time and slid his cock back into me from behind, thrusting hard and deep.
“Mmmm fuck, Alex, harder,” I groaned, my body shaking with pleasure as he pounded into me. I could feel his hands gripping my hips, his breath hot on my neck as he fucked me harder and faster. The feeling of his balls slapping against me with every deep pound into my eager pussy. I could feel the tension of my pussy and it tightening around his cock.
“Fuck sis you are becoming tight as fuck arrgghh it feels good,” he said as he continued to pound the hell out of me.
Our moans and dirty talk filled the barn, and I could feel my orgasm building to its peak. I was so close, and I knew Alex was too. With a final thrust, we both reached our climax, our bodies shaking with pleasure as we collapsed onto the hay bales.
As we lay there, our bodies slick with sweat and our breathing heavy, I couldn’t believe what we had just done. Brother and sister at it like animals in the barn. But I couldn’t deny the intense pleasure and satisfaction I felt from being with him like this.
And I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.