It certainly wasn't the first time I did it. It HURT like hell and it lasted like, nothing. He said it was NOT his first time, but... He got in, that's when it hurt like hell, grunted, made a funny face and collapsed on top of me.
With time I learned that sex was not like that all the time. Experience makes a BIG difference. I had been enjoying myself quite a bit ever since I discovered what sex could really be.
Let me backtrack a moment. I guess I should tell you who I am.
My name's Alice. I am 19 years old and live in rural South Carolina. I'm not gonna give you the name of the town. Don't wanna you come down here and look me up. Just suffice you to know that a total of 50,000 people live in our county and that the nearest big town is at least an hour drive away. Also, this is BIBLE country, and that will come in our story big time.
To describe myself, I gotta say I am quite hot. I mean, I'm not supermodel material but no fatso or uglo here. 5 ft. 6, 34 C boobs that stay upright and like to be touched. 25(ish) inch waist and a nice butt, or so I've been told. Work around the farm keeps me in shape. To complete the package I have shortish blond hair and big, sexy, warm, brown eyes.
Now you really wanna come down and look me up right?
So back to sex is fun.
As you may understand, the amount of possible mates in the area is limited. My HS was small and I hooked up with the most desirable male specimens there. You know, football team mostly, not the brightest but most fit. The problem came after I graduated, that was about a year ago. The latest guy I was enjoying came up with ideas that since we were out of HS we were gonna get hitched or something. Not what I am looking for, I got a life to LIVE before I settle down. So he showed up drunk under my window screaming nonsense about love, and here comes the BIG problem, our SEX life.
Well, my pa quickly ran him out of the farm with a couple of shots in the air, and then came to me. He had heard what that idiot was screaming; about how many times we had done it, how it had changed his life and even some graphic description of a few of the positions we had used. That would not do to my bible clutching father.
First he locked me in my room, then he took away my keys to the pickup truck I share with my brother and finally he announced that my plans to attend the university of South Carolina were definitively cancelled. For the time being I was gonna stay at the farm, work my butt off (literally) and the names of the most christian, conservative, bible studies only, colleges in the south started to be thrown around.
I did not take it well.
Did I say that sex is fun? Well, once you get used to having fun being cut off cold turkey ain't fun no more.
The next step was to take me to church, even more that I already was going. I discovered that there are women only bible study meetings Wednesday afternoons. Women only meant women and our local pastor. After my pa told him what had happened he started giving me looks that were definitively not christian-like. He was practically drooling looking at me. I was in withdrawal, but... he's like a hundred, bald and must weigh five times as much as me. Sex is fun, but with the right guy you know.
So for the past year my life has become a routine of farm work and bible study. The only males in my life were my pa, the lecherous pastor and... my little brother.
Here goes the description of my little brother. Justin just recently turned 18. He's 6 ft. 1, around 180 with close cut blond hair and brown eyes just like me. He recently graduated from HS where he was in the football team, so, yeah, fit. Oh, and he is really pissed at me.
You see, after the screaming guy incident, our parents lost all faith in not just me, but their kids in general. My brother was supposed to go straight to college after HS, where I was supposed to be already. Now we are both stuck in farm-work and bible study, and christian college is appearing as a possibility for him as well.
Once again, back to sex is fun. No sex is no fun.
No boys or girls were allowed in the farm after the incident. I started using and abusing my fingers to give me some joy. Nice but not enough. The only moment I had was in the shower. No locks on the doors of course.
Orgasms are nice and all, even from my own fingers, but my body wanted something inside. No truck meant no chance to drive to the next big(ger) town to the sex shop. All packages were received by my pa, so no chance of ordering a dildo by mail. Netnanny was installed in both our computers, so not even the possibility of surfing for some literotica. Other than that, in a farm sex is all around you. Animals mate constantly. That's what a farm is all about. We have rabbits, chicken, sheep, horses; they were all having more fun than me. I was having sex dreams all the time, wether I was sleeping or not. In bible study I think I actually had a sex dream with out pastor, yeach, disgusting.
One mid-summer afternoon I thought I was hallucinating when I saw a naked guy in our barn; a HOT naked guy. Well, you guessed it, t'was my brother.
Cold turkey no sex was hard for me. I cannot imagine for my brother. They say teenage boys have sex in mind 24/7. They are gonna burst or something if they don't let it out daily. So he was pulling one out in the barn. And that's when my sex starved brain noticed the solution to my problem, I had a working cock next door.
I know, this is weird, my brother and all. You gotta think about the situation my pa and his bible had put me into. No sex, no fun, no NOTHING for a year already.
Now my sex starved brain started thinking how I was gonna get that cock next door into me. Nooo, I couldn't really think of that as a real possibility, could I?!?!?!?
I did my best to dismiss the whole thing. I told myself that it is not right, that he's my baby brother, I even thought about the bible. Seeing him naked pleasuring himself had changed something in me. Now, no matter how hard I tried, every time I saw him I flashed back to the barn. I started looking at his muscles, at his smile, at the bulge in his denims.
