"Abby, I'm going to need some help with your mattress," forty year-old Jack Stone called to his daughter.
"Be there in a minute dad," she said as she finished packing the last of the kitchen spices.
Stone knew what it meant when his daughter said, 'in a minute.' It would be much longer. Now he wished he'd left the air conditioners hooked up. It was already in the mid 80's and the humidity was at least the same and it was only midmorning. He took advantage of the break and flopped onto his daughter's mattress and tried not to think about her or incest but it was difficult. He was already sporting a huge boner. The two of them had been packing moving boxes for days and other than their beds and travel clothes, they were almost done. Their beds would be the last to be packed so they could be the first to be taken off the rental truck once they got to their new home in Exeter, NH. He'd just come back after a week of painting and making minor repairs to the house he was going to temporarily rent from his parents and he was already sick of the whole moving process.
Although it made sense, money wise, to rent from his parents while he looked for a house, he still wasn't sure it was a good idea. After years of suspecting, knowing but not knowing, fearing but hoping, his parents had finally come out and admitted to him that they were brother and sister and he was a product of their incest. He'd long suspected that was the case but until they'd finally admitted their dirty little secret, he'd kept his suspicions to himself. Now that it was out in the open, he had to decide if he was going to knowingly expose his daughter to what his parents, as well as the other five incestuous families that lived on the farm commune were doing. If he didn't tell her, then he would be just as guilty as his parents had been in hiding the truth from him. He didn't want to lie to her but incest wasn't the easiest subject to bring up, and he still had no idea how he was going to tell her what her grandparents had been doing for over forty years. He wasn't even sure she would even want to hear the truth and if she did, he had no idea how she would feel about her grandparents or him afterwards. His hope was that she would find incest as exciting as he did and would be willing to explore that forbidden path of family sex with him. He wasn't very optimistic. All he could do was hope.
His mother and father, Renee and Will Stone, had never been what you'd call mainstream or particularly normal people. Even by his standards they'd always been a little eccentric, maybe even odd in how they lived and viewed the world. He'd done the math. He knew his mother was about fifteen when she'd gotten pregnant and sixteen when he'd been born. That was young but not that unusual and at the time, he didn't think about much.
He'd grown up on a bucolic 600 acre New England farm with other five families. It wasn't exactly a commune like you'd see in the movies but close enough that he was teased at school about having hippies for parents. Outsiders were welcome to visit but never stay overnight and he was always warned not to talk about what went on at the farm. It had been drummed into him, "Farm business is family business, and we don't talk about family business or farm business." The farm, or the commune, as the town people insisted on calling it was obscurely called NESTIC Farm. It had several large barns and assorted out buildings to house the animals and crops. Each family owned their own house, but there was a community kitchen where social events took place and meals were prepared and eaten. They tried to be as self sufficient as possible and grew a variety of vegetables and crops and had milk as well as beeves, chickens and pigs that they raised and butchered for sale. Each family shared equally in the farm sales.
All but one of the wives was near his mother's age. That one exception was Mary Sorenson. Mary and her husband Roger were also his favorite couple. When they'd bought the last house for sale, Mary had been nineteen, more than twenty years younger than her husband and only five years older than he was. He'd thought her the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and fallen madly in love with her. He was always hard when he was around her. Mary knew he had a crush on her and though she'd never encouraged him she often flirted with him and always treated him like he was someone special in her life and never embarrassed him when he followed her around like a lost little puppy.
He'd been the only child on the farm and thought it strange that there weren't more kids since the farms official logo was, "Family First." That logo was on everything they produced, from the milk and butter cartons to the meat they butchered and packaged. He still had t-shirts that read, NESTIC Farm, a Family First community. The phrase became so common that it eventually became incorporated into everyday conversation. When you greeted some from the farm, you'd say, 'Hello, Family First, or when celebrating a birthday, you'd say, "Happy birthday, Family First!" It was even used when the Red Sox would occasionally beat the Yankees. "Damn the Yankees, Family First!" He never questioned it or thought it strange. He loved yelling it out as much as anyone else on the farm.
One of the best things about growing up on the farm was how everyone treated each other like they were an extended family member and how much everyone genuinely loved each other. Not only did His parents shower him with love, but the rest of farm families, for some reason practically fawned over him from the time he was born and collectively called him their love child. He never understood why they called him that but it made him feel good to be singled out so. The other thing he loved was the way everyone, including his parents, were always hugging and kissing in front of each other. Some of it was very intimate. Witnessing such open acts of love and affection always made him feel warm and safe as well as very sexually aroused. The only thing that bothered was how all the adults seemed to be sharing a special secret that he was never privy to at the time. He now understood what that secret was.
Around town there were always rumors circulating about the farm and what went on out there and his classmates always asked if it was true that everyone walked around naked and that people made love any place they wanted to. He'd lied when he told them that he'd never seen anything like that. People did go naked sometimes and there was open sex but of course that was family business and he never talked about family or farm business.
His first memory of both happened the day he and his parents were walking to one of the small ponds on the farm for a swim when they'd come upon two of the farm couples. The four of them were naked and fucking on separate blankets next to each other. He'd been excited to see his first naked women. He'd never seen a woman's tits or pussy before and couldn't take his eyes off them as they openly fucked their husbands. Both women were pretty and he'd gotten incredibly hard as he looked at their big white breasts and especially their cunts. One of the women was shaved and he found that just as fascinating as the woman that had a light triangle of pubic hair. Both men had been wearing rubbers and when he'd asked his father about that, he'd told him the men wore them so their wives wouldn't get pregnant.
"Dad, do you wear a rubber when you make love to mom," he innocently asked.
"I do now," his father had said covering his mouth to hide his smile. "We love you son but we don't want any more children. One love child is enough," he'd laughed.
"How come they don't want any children?" he'd asked his mother. "Don't they like kids?" He was afraid they really didn't like him.
"They all love children, especially you son," his mother had told him as she hugged him tightly to her breasts. "It's just not safe for some couples to have a child."
