All characters engaged in sex are over 18. This is a work of fiction. In this series, I've tried to write a novella and split it into digestible parts.
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Kelly at 18 was still developing her womanly body and mind, still a tomboy at heart, and madly in awe of her big brother Robbie who was four years older. He was six feet tall, thin and muscular and had played basketball at college. His short-cropped hair made his chiselled features stand out. Kelly, on the other hand, was five feet four, a little podgy in places -- her mother used to reassure her she was just late developing out of the 'puppy fat' stage. Her brown hair was just past her ears, framing hazel eyes and full lips under a button nose.
She usually wore jeans with either a T-shirt or check shirt and singlet. She rarely wore a bra because she didn't like the close confines of them, and in truth her small breasts didn't demand restraint anyway. The day she awoke as a sexual being, though, was fast approaching and it was to be her brother who helped her over that threshold.
They lived with their sister Sarah. She was 34 years old, widowed, and she had inherited the farm when her husband died. At first Kelly and Robbie had come for a while to help Sarah get back on her feet but had loved the life and stayed. They'd been apart for many years during Sarah's marriage and were both enjoying reconnecting with her. Their home was an old farmhouse, timber boards and tin roof, well maintained but still a shadow of its former glories. They grew herbs for the restaurant trade and flowers for market with a lucrative but small business smoking locally-farmed fish. The work was hard and constant, it was a small farm, but provided for the three of them well enough.
Robbie was in the yard chopping wood for the smokehouse. Sarah was out tending to the lavender bushes. Kelly stood in the kitchen looking out the window admiring Robbie's sweaty naked chest as he swung the axe expertly. At first she looked at her brother with simple loving pride, but she became aware of a tingling between her legs. Of course she knew what it was -- she'd long since discovered the joys she could give herself in her private places.
As she fussed about her chores getting the light lunch ready, Kelly's cheeks flushed pink. Part was the day's heat getting to her, but she admitted to herself it was also in part because watching her strong, handsome brother's muscles flex and bulge was making her horny.
Her mind wondered, not for the first time:
I wonder what his thingy looks like. Is it big? Probably is, he's so big and strong and ... just look at that bulge at the front of his jeans...
Kelly put the sandwiches on a platter, took them to the table and then just watched her brother. He was sweating freely now from his exertions, wiping sweat from his brow before attacking another log. Standing at the corner of the table to see better, she didn't realise at first that she'd begun pressing her pussy against the corner of it gently but rhythmically. She stopped with a jolt when she realised what she was doing, then realising nobody would see or know, she gently pressed her hand there instead.
The sensation was instant, but the thick denim of her jeans stopped her from any real intimate contact. The thin T-shirt offered less of a hurdle and one hand went under it to fondle her little titties. Somewhere in her mind was a warning about the wrongness of it, she being his little sister, but her erect nipples and damp pussy won her attention.
She felt wetness against her cotton underwear, a slickness developing there, but her trance was quickly broken when Robbie yelped in pain at something that had happened and she saw him grasping one hand with the other. She ran out to see what he had done.
He was already on the way into the house: "What happened Robbie?"
"Splinter flew off. Wasn't paying attention, serves me right."
"You're bleeding a fair bit. Sit there. I'll fix it."
Kelly fussed over her brother and cleaned the two-inch gash on the outside of his left hand. She knelt in front of him and began dressing the wound. It would need stitches. She thought she caught him peeking at her titties and blushed: She was braless as usual and her nipples were erect because she'd been playing with them when Robbie hurt himself. Despite her shyness she nevertheless found herself peeking at his crotch, too, and was sure she could see a sausage shape next to one leg. That made her flush even more.
"Right mister. Into the ute. You need stitches."
He swore: "Shit! I need to get that fence done today before the bloody kangaroos get into the bottom paddock again. Look how much damage they did yesterday!"
"We'll manage. You can't do much with that hand anyway."
Kelly drove the half hour to the clinic. Robbie chided her all the way -- she really was a poor driver but mostly it was just good-natured teasing. The nurse put stitches in his hand, bandaged it, and told him to go easy on it for at least a week.
Back at the farm, Kelly made him an iced drink and they went down to the fence. Robbie tried to help Kelly with his good hand but despite her diminutive size she worked hard to make the repair in the afternoon heat. She'd been focused on the task at hand so she didn't notice that between directions from her brother, he'd been looking at her titties through her white T-shirt which was now plastered to her by her sweat.
Fastening the last wire clip, she proudly put her hands on her hips, examining her handiwork, then smiled and looked at her brother. This time it was unmistakeable -- his gaze lingered too long on her chest and she looked down and saw why. The white cotton clung to her bumps and her pink rosy nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. She blushed and pulled the material away from her flesh, to which it immediately returned when she let it go. Robbie teased: "Oh little sister, how you're growing!"
"Shut up, perve!" She smiled and pretended to throw the pliers at him, he pretended to duck. "I'm doing all the hard yakka here and you're just copping a gander."
"Why wouldn't I look? Lovely little titties they are!" His big grin and glinting eyes were irresistible to her and despite her embarrassment she wasn't going to let him get away with his teasing that easily: "In yer dreams, mate. Quit ogling and help me roll the wire back up."
They threw the stuff in the ute and drove back up the hill. Kelly put it all away, Robbie made cold drinks. Kelly changed her shirt, a black one this time, and sipped the iced tea. Robbie kept up his attack: "Oh, black one now. You hoping it won't go transparent like the last one?"
"Wouldn't matter if I didn't have a pervy brother."
"Hah. Oh look, I think they're going pointy again!"
She fell for it. She looked down, saw they weren't, and met his grin. "Jeez, are you so desperate to see a pair of titties that you'd even ogle your
little sister?"
Robbie was still grinning from ear to ear. He was clearly winning the teasing game and she didn't like it. So she went for broke.
Reaching down to the hem of her shirt, she pulled it up over her head and off. Shaking her hair loose she looked at him: "There. Get a good look. Whassamatter, cat got yer tongue?" She grinned to herself at his open-mouthed, shocked gaze. She wiggled her shoulders and made her titties jiggle, then laughed and put the T-shirt back on. Then as if nothing had happened she took up her glass and sipped from it, looking out of the window.
Knowing he'd been bested, Robbie stood, kissed her on the forehead, and sat back down. "Nice one sis. You got me there."
"Nice
one?"
He laughed: "OK. Nice
two!
"
She beamed and blushed. Sensing he was about to tease again, she simply said "Drink up. Then you can make another for Sarah, she's on the way back."
He kissed her again, perhaps more tenderly than a brotherly one, and stroked her ear. He knew she liked that and she bent her neck into his hand in a brief moment of sibling love. Sarah entered.
"How's the hand, Rob?" Sarah asked.
"Throbbing. I'll be OK but I'm sorry I'll be half-useless for a few days. Will we need to get some help for the next harvest?"
"Nah, still two or more weeks yet. Me and Kelly can handle the herb and flower cropping and you can still smoke those fish, right? I'm expecting more orders. Can you look after the paperwork, the house, and do the cooking?"
"Yeah, I'll manage. What about the replanting?"
"It'll have to wait. I need you fit for that. You OK Kel?"
Kelly was jolted from her reverie: "Huh? Oh yeah, why?"
