Growing up on a one-hundred acre farm, you tend to find places where you can be alone. Places that nobody else knows about, and where you're never bothered. Places like that help you hide out when you're doing something you'd get into trouble for.
My twin sister, Maxine, and I always used a number of these kinds of places to hide away and fool around. We've always been really close, and that closeness, mixed with curiosity, led us down a special path. We would sneak off somewhere to touch each other as often as we could, without raising suspicion. This, of course, became a favorite activity for us.
When we were eighteen, instead of leaving home like most people do, we stayed to help with the farm. It wasn't really what you'd imagine, in our case. We had farm-hands that did the majority of the work, and our involvement was mostly just management, but we were paid for the work all the same, even if most of that pay went into our living arrangements.
The only internet we had, was through our old flip-phones. This was back when flip-phones were still popular, but even that was enough for us. Most of our time was spent at home, either in the house, or in the myriad of places outside that we could go to have our own time.
One day, I was lying down on my bed, jerking off to a video, when the door suddenly swung open.
"Jesus!" I jumped, dropping my phone in the process. It was Maxine, and she got a good laugh from scaring the shit out of me. She quickly picked up my phone, my cock was still in full view, which wasn't unusual, considering we fooled around on a regular basis.
"You're jerking off to a girl peeing on herself?" she laughed.
"Yeah, so?" I quickly took my phone back, before she could play her favorite 'keep-away' game.
"What is it about a girl pissing that gets you off?" she asked.
"Why do you wanna know?" I countered.
"Nice try, dork. I asked first," she said.
"It's just really hot, seeing a chick pissing in places that society would find gross. Her pants, the carpet, the bed, the sink maybe. What does it matter?" I said.
"I'm just curious. You ever fantasize about me doing that stuff?" she asked.
"Um..." I didn't really want to answer her, despite the fact that we were close. I simply got up, got dressed, and pocketed my phone.
"I knew it!" she laughed. "Just so you know, I'm not making fun of you."
"Ha! Right, I'm supposed to believe my sister isn't going to make fun of my pee fetish," I walked out the door.
"Honestly, I won't. I promise on our secret, that I will not make fun of you, regardless of the sexual perversions you have," she followed behind me.
"Shhh!" I turned, and held my finger up to my mouth to shush her. The secret she was referring to was the fact that we made a habit of touching each other sexually, even doing things like masturbate each other, or in front of each other. We both took that secret seriously, for obvious reasons, so when she swore on it, I knew she was dead serious.
"Oh relax, mom and dad are out in the fields," she said.
"You know someone could walk in downstairs and hear us," I whispered.
"Okay, okay, I get it," she sighed.
I quickly looked down the stairway to see if I could see or hear anyone, but I didn't, which was a good sign. I turned back to Maxine and motioned for us to return to my room, and she went in ahead of me.
"So, um... you wanna fool around?" I closed the door.
"Sure. I actually have a surprise for you," she said.
"What's that?" I asked.
She took my hand and slid it down her pants, past her panties. I could feel her smooth skin against my fingers, a feeling I never tired of, until finally my fingers met with her pussy.
"You shaved?" I smiled with a whisper.
She simply nodded as I rubbed her pussy lips with my middle finger. She was already wet, and getting wetter by the second as she turned to give me more comfortable access. I reached around with my free hand and grabbed one of her tits.
Her nipples were stiff with excitement as I kept touching her. Playing with her C-size tits were one of my favorite pastimes, her slender figure built proportionally to favor a most enchanting form. She could've modeled, easily, and she was commonly the talk of school, when we were still attending. Men would practically drool over her, but the majority would never have had the chance to date her.
My finger found its way inside her now-dripping pussy, and she let out a sigh of pleasure as she leaned back against me. She reached up and touched the back of my head, her expression begging me to continue.
Before long, our lips joined in a passionate lover's kiss. Her hips swayed slowly with my finger's movement as I pinched her nipple with my other hand.
She moaned quietly with a whimper as our kiss became more passionate. I could feel her panties being soaked in her secretions as I kept fingering her, my pace quickened, and her motions became more intense as well. I could tell she was about to cum.
"Maxine!" our dad yelled from downstairs.
The call made us both jump, and I pulled my finger out of her. Our kiss had been broken, and I could see Maxine's big lips had turned a bright red, which was fairly normal when she blushed. I always complimented the way it made her look, overall. She was already very cute, with her short, light-brown hair, and blue eyes, but the added red blush she got on her lips, seemed to perfect the whole look.
She quickly left my room and went downstairs to see what our dad wanted. I was left with a huge boner, twice-over now, and a little more than frustrated that our dad had come back to the house so soon after going out to the fields.
I tasted the mess she'd left on my finger, something I could never get enough of. But before I could jerk off, dad called me down as well.
"Michael!" he yelled.
I sighed and left my room, heading down the stairs. By now, my hard-on had subsided, from the movement. I was glad that was the case, given how embarrassing it would've been to be seen with a bulge in my pants.
"Yeah, dad?" I reached the bottom of the stairs and walked into the kitchen, where they both were standing.
"Your mother and I are going to be away from the farm this weekend, and since the two of you have been doing a good job managing the work load, we figured we'd let you handle all that while we're gone," he said.
"Yes, sir," I said. Our family was always respectful to each other, and we were firm believers in treating others the way we'd want them to treat us.
"I told your sister here, that you don't have to worry about the machine work, the farm-hands will tend to that if they need to. The only thing you two need to do is make sure the orders are set up right, and sign any paperwork that might come in. That includes a shipment that'll go out this Saturday."
"We'll take care of it, it's nothing we haven't done before," I said.
"Good. We'll be out in the fields for the next few hours, why don't the two of you go ahead and take care of the horses, let them out, you know. After that, you should check on the gulch out by marker sixty-four, make sure the stream down there is running clear. Just be careful, when it rained the other day, it rose the water level."
He went back outside after that, and thoughts raced in my mind for the weekend.
"So," said Maxine, "they're going to be gone this weekend."
"Yeah," I said.
We both knew what we were thinking, even if we didn't come out and say it. We were running through the fact that she and I would be the only ones in the house all that time.
"You know‒" she said.
"Not here," I whispered.
We both put on our working clothes, in my case it was a set of overalls, which worked best for the work load, most of the time. Maxine had put on a pair of yellow jean-shorts, the kind that were shorter than average shorts, and a white tank-top.
We both had to wear boots to do this kind of work, which was fine. We both owned a pair of brown hard-toes, and had put them on before leaving for the barn. Once we were far enough that no-one could hear our conversation, we started talking about the weekend.
