My grandmother would say with great disdain, "You're just like your father." All the time I was growing up I couldn't figure what in the world she meant by it. She preferred to give her affections to my sister Sandy who was a year older than me, but didn't give me the time of day.
I was a tomboy, but helping to work on the farm meant long hours of hard labor. I was 5 foot 7 inches tall, honey blonde hair and brown eyes. I was tanned from long hours in the sun. My breasts were a size B and I felt that they kept getting in my way as I worked. I was very muscular and trim.
My Dad and Mom only had three children; two girls and one boy. My sister would always be in the house with mom doing indoor chores, but I enjoyed being outside. In fact, when the weather would turn bad, I just hated to be cooped up inside. What was worse, I hated to be cooped up in a school.
During my junior year of high school my Mom died. It was a freak accident; she went shopping with a neighbor and a drunk driver ran up the sidewalk and hit her. My sister was devastated by it and moved to live with my grandmother; of course I wasn't invited. I kept to myself and would work harder outside to keep my mind off the tragedy. I would cry, but always in privacy out in the barn.
Dad, Jake and I were sitting around the table the morning of my graduation. "Well Linda," he cleared his throat a bit and continued. "You're 18 now; what do you have planned after graduation?"
Jake was looking down at the table; never a good sign. I looked my Dad square in the eyes, "I plan to stay on the farm and help out. Before you say anything, you know I hated school so I don't see any reason to continue my education." There I said it and took a deep breath to calm my racing heart.
"I figure if we all work outside and all contribute a bit in the house, then it will all work out great," I beamed one of my delighted smiles at him.
Jake looked up at me and then at Dad, "I don't have any objections if you don't. It makes sense to me."
I ran around the table and gave Jake a huge hug and kissed him on the cheek. Then I reached over and did the same to my Dad. Jake started laughing and soon my Dad joined in.
"Okay, let's see how it goes for a year and then I'll decide," my Dad said. He never made quick decisions in his life.
"I won't let you down; either of you I promise," I said ecstatically. "Well, I better get dressed for this stupid graduation. The sooner it's over with the better."
Jake and my Dad were so similar. Not only did Jake look like a younger version of my Dad, but they had some of the same mannerisms. They talked, walked and worked side by side the same. They had darker blonde hair than me, were 5 foot 8 inches tall and had the same brown eyes as me. I thought they were both exceptionally handsome, but, then again, I loved them both.
Life pretty well settled into a routine for us. We shared all the labor; outside and in. Friday nights was bowling night for Jake and Dad. They usually stayed out very late and often came home drunk; well, at least Dad did. After they would leave, I would wander around the house to see if anything needed to be done.
I hated to do laundry, but if I wanted clean clothes then it had to be done. On a whim I decided that I might as well strip the beds and wash all the linens too. I went up to Jake's room first and reached over to pull off the bottom sheet. That's when I noticed something sticking out from under the mattress. When I pulled it out I discovered that it was a pornographic DVD.
I don't recall how long I stared at the label before my curiosity got the better of me. I turned on his TV and slipped the disc in to watch. I was fascinated as I watched the men and women on the screen. The plot was nonexistent, but who really cared. I was getting quite excited watching it. I pulled my sweatshirt off and my bra and started to knead my breasts and pinch my nipples.
I was having so many images and feelings dancing around my mind. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and lied down on Jake's bed. I could smell his scent on the pillow and sheet. I reached down and felt how wet I was. I started slowly and gently rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes, but could still hear the grunts and moans from the set. I slid my finger into my slit, then another and another.
My fingers were just too small I decided. My pussy ached deep down to be massaged, but my fingers were just too insufficient for the job. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. There was Jake's baseball bat. 'Hmmm, I wandered," as I reached for the drawer of his nightstand. Sure enough; there was a box of condoms. The thought scared me, but my pussy was aching something terrible.
I pulled out the box and read the instructions. I went over and retrieved the bat and fit the condom over the handle. I lied down on the bed again and proceeded to rub my clit with the bat. I was throbbing with need and I eased the handle into my hole. Oh my God! It felt so great!
I decided to see how much I could take, but kept my hand around the top of the condom. I looked over at the TV; a man was fucking a woman doggy style. I closed my eyes and imagined the man fucking me. I kept pumping the bat into my dripping pussy and after a while, I was pushing and pulling faster and faster. I don't know how long I pumped when my first orgasm hit me. I surprised myself when I heard myself screaming.
Oh my God! It felt so wonderful. I left the bat in me until my pussy quit trembling. When I finally pulled the bat out, all I could think of was the hell with the laundry. When the disc finished, I started it all over again. By the time I finished my third orgasm; I removed the bat and decided to close my eyes for a little bit.
*****
Jake drove home; Dad was a little too drunk. Ever since the accident; Jake never had more than two beers when he went out. He knew Dad drank more heavily knowing he would be the designated driver. He parked the car, got out and came around to help Dad inside. As usual, he was staggering a bit. Thank God his bedroom was on the first floor.
Jake settled Dad on his bed and closed the bedroom door. He turned out the few lights that Linda had left on and made sure all was locked-up for the night. He made his way up the stairs to his room and stopped in the doorway. He looked at Linda's naked body sprawled across his bed, saw the TV on and the prompt for his disc and then he saw the baseball bat with the condom attached.
"Damn!" he thought. He was annoyed, but getting excited as well. He had occasionally wondered what Linda looked like while they were working outside. Now he was seeing what her shapeless clothes never revealed. She was hot! He stepped inside the door and quietly shut it. He didn't need a light; the TV provided all he need.
Jake quietly stripped off his clothing. His cock was becoming quite hard; it had been a long dry spell. He carefully removed the bat and laid it on the nightstand. His fingers started to lightly stroke her right breast and flick across her nipple. It instantly stood up at attention. He smiled as his fingers slowly eased down her mound and slipped into her lips to find her hard clit. Her breathing quickened just a bit.
Linda's perk nibble was too much to resist. He gently placed his mouth over it and started to swirl his tongue around; back and forth flicking and sucking her nipple. She moaned and arched her back trying to get more into his mouth and then she woke with a start. His hand was still rubbing her clit and then his finger slid into her hole.
