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I try to make each of my stories different. This one is different in that it’s very short by my usual standards. Enjoy!
“Come on, baby,” I said imploringly to my car. “You can make it.”
My gas gauge had been below “E” for a while, but I didn’t have far to go. I was driving the quarter-mile dirt road that lead to the farmhouse where I grew up. I had spent the last of my money buying the gas in my tank. But once I got to the farmhouse and talked with my brother Caleb, I was sure everything would be okay.
When I arrived, I got a huge shock. Looking out the kitchen window was my sister Sheryl. Or “Sheryl the Bitch” as Caleb and I had called her when she wasn’t around. Sheryl was the middle child at 25. Caleb was 27, and I was 23. What was she doing at the farm?
I got out of my car and looked around. Little of what I could see had changed in three years, but that wasn’t surprising as what was inside the buildings were the most likely to change. The old tractor was parked on a cement slab next to the side door of the house, and it had a flat front tire. It’d be a lot of work to change, and until it was changed the jobs the old tractor was used for wouldn’t get done.
Sheryl stepped out of the side door while talking on her cell phone. I got another shock – she was pregnant. Her belly was quite big, so I guessed she was in her last month or two. She was wearing a dark blue with white stripes maternity dress that showed a lot of thigh.
In addition to being a bitch, my sister was a slut. She had been really wild during high school and had continued her wildness once she had moved out, much to my parents’ consternation. One of the reasons I had left was I was tired of hearing gossip about who was the latest person she had sex with. Among her rumored partners were many married men and quite a few women. I guessed she had no idea which guy had actually knocked her up.
I heard Sheryl say, “We’ll be waiting for you in front of the old tractor.” She ended the call.
I was about to greet Sheryl when she gave me a look that stopped me cold. She said disapprovingly, “I’ve told Caleb you’re here.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked me over. “He’s out in the fields. He’s coming back now.”
“Good.” And then added in my friendliest voice, “And it’s good to see you, Sheryl.” I moved towards her with my arms open to give her a hug.
Sheryl said harshly, “What are you doing here, Diane?” Her tone stopped me in my tracks. “There’s nothing here for you.”
Her rejection of my hug pissed me off. I said tartly, “Well, Caleb might not agree.”
Caleb owned the farm. He had been the only one of us kids who had been interested in being a farmer. He had gone to college, gotten an Ag degree, and returned home to work on the farm. Three years ago, he was doing such a great job of running the farm that my parents felt comfortable taking their first vacation in years. They had decided to spend two weeks driving the Rockies. Something had happened, and their car had swerved off the road and down a mountainside. When their car was found, both were dead.
I asked, “Are you visiting?”
“No, I live here.”
Yet another surprise. “But you never liked the farm life.”
A long silence followed. Sheryl didn’t seem to want to talk to me, and I wasn’t much interested in talking to her. She was still gorgeous, even with her big belly. She was tall with dark brown hair down past her shoulders, pretty blue eyes, broad shoulders, big tits, muscular arms and beautiful legs, but no more narrow waist though. I was above-average looking but had always felt unattractive around my sister. I had brown hair and blue eyes like she did but lacked her sexiness. I felt sloppily dressed standing next to her in my t-shirt, cut-offs and sneakers. When I had lived on the farm and we had walked around town together, all the guys’ eyes had been on her.
Caleb’s tractor finally came into sight. I gave him a big smile and waved happily at him. He gave me a quick wave in return. I smiled the whole time he drove over to us. Seeing my big brother made me the happiest I had been in years. He was one of the nicest people I had ever met. He had been so busy running the farm, but he had always made time to talk to me. And when he had talked to me, he had made me feel special. I had not missed the farm life in the last three years, but I had missed my big brother.
Caleb drove the tractor to in front of us, killed the engine, and jumped down to give me a big hug.
“Diane!” he said as he lifted me in the air. “It’s so good to see you!” He gave me a hard squeeze and then set me down. His face was full of joy. “Why didn’t you call?”
I sighed. “When I started running low on money, I discontinued my cell phone service.” That didn’t explain why I hadn’t called in three years. I had had to get away, to live life on my own.
“Sorry to hear it. But at least you’re here.” He gave me another hug. “I was so worried about you.” He stopped hugging me, stepped back, escort ataşehir and held me at arm’s length to look me over. “Beautiful as always.” I blushed lightly. He still knew how to make me feel special.
Caleb looked like a prototypical young farmer – handsome with short brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a long-sleeve shirt and overalls. He said, “It’s so great to see you again. It’s almost time for lunch. Let’s go inside and catch up.” Caleb put his arm around me and took a step towards the side door.
Sheryl said sternly, “She’s not coming into the house.”
Caleb stopped, and we turned towards Sheryl, who had her arms crossed.
Sheryl said again, “She’s not coming into the house.”
Caleb said, “It’s great to see her again. Let’s go inside and talk.”
“She’s not coming into the house.”
I turned towards Caleb. It was his house. Why wasn’t he telling “Sheryl the Bitch” to stuff it? He had complained to me about Sheryl as much as I had complained to him. He had never taken to her bossing and would tell her to shut up when she got too bossy.
Caleb said with a hint of pleading, “It’s almost lunch time.”
“I’m aware it’s almost lunch time,” said Sheryl with hint of condescension. “I was about to get the sandwich items out of the refrigerator when she pulled up. But she’s not coming into the house. She needs to leave now.” She turned towards me. “You got your inheritance. You left when Caleb needed you the most. Now you come waltzing back here three years later and expect to be welcomed with open arms.”
After my parents had died, I was done with farm life. Caleb scrounged together what money he could and gave it to me. He had understood that I had needed to get away from the farm. He hadn’t tried to stop me from leaving. Instead, he had talked Sheryl into moving back home to help him get on his feet. Before I left, he told me that the door would always be open for me, and my bed would always be waiting.
I turned to Caleb and was shocked yet again. I had expected my confident, successful brother to take charge of the situation. But Caleb didn’t say anything. He stood there for a long time looking at Sheryl. He finally said quietly to her, “She’s broke. Let’s have her come inside for lunch. We’ll talk for a while, give her some money, and then she’ll leave.”
I couldn’t believe Caleb would say that. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay. I want to work on the farm. You don’t have to pay me much, mainly room and board. And don’t try to tell me you don’t need some help. I know how much work there is to do on a farm.”
Sheryl continued to watch us imperiously with her arms crossed. “She’s not coming into the house. She got all the money she had coming to her. We don’t have any money to give her.”
Caleb turned to me. “I’m…I’m sorry, Diane.” He let out a long sigh. “The first few months after Mom and Dad died, Sheryl and I fought a lot. I desperately needed her help to run the farm, but we constantly butted heads about what to do and who should do it. And then Sheryl came to me with a proposal – I’d do the long-term planning, and she’d make the daily decisions. I agreed to that. And we’ve gotten along ever since. If she says you can’t come inside the house, you can’t come in.”
I was filled with horror. I had never seen my brother like this. He was the kindest, most generous person I knew. I couldn’t imagine him turning me away. I couldn’t imagine him knuckling under to our bitch sister.
I looked at Sheryl. She had a huge smile on her face. It was like what Caleb had said had been music to her ears. She said to me, “Go, Diane. We’ve got work to do, and we’ve wasted enough time on you.”
This was a disaster. “I’m broke. I’m almost out of gas.” I turned to Caleb and pleaded, “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
Caleb looked heartbroken. “I can’t.” I had never seen him look this miserable. “I can’t help you. I want you to stay. I want to help you. But I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to run the farm without Sheryl. The farm has done well over the last three years, and she’s a big part of why.” He looked at Sheryl. “I’m not going to overrule anything she says.”
Sheryl practically glowed. God, I hated that bitch.
Caleb said to me, “I’ve got some gas in the barn. I’ll fill up your car.” He turned to Sheryl. “I’ve got some cash in my wallet. While I’m filling up her car, go get that.”
Caleb started walking towards the barn, and I sprinted to join him. He pointed out changes he’d done since I left. “We’ve bought the Ingersol farm.” The Ingersols had been our closest neighbors even though their house was a mile away. He added sadly, “Sheryl’s right about us not having any money. The cash flow is bad right now. On paper I’m a millionaire, but it’s all tied up in the farm.”
I was proud of Caleb’s success. If I could stay, I could help the farm be even more successful. I’d talk to Caleb again about me staying once we were in the barn. I was sure if I could talk to him for a few minutes kadıköy escort without Sheryl around, I could convince him to let me stay.
But before we got to the barn, Sheryl called out. “Come back! I’ve changed my mind!”
Caleb and I turned around and walked back towards Sheryl. She was now leaning against one of the back wheels of the old tractor. The wheel came up to her shoulder blades. Her belly looked very big. As Caleb and I walked back to her, she gave me a haughty, assessing look. It was like she knew that I was going to appeal to Caleb in the barn and had cut me off before I could do it.
When we got back to the old tractor, Sheryl said, “I’ve partially re-decided. Diane, you can stay here if you do everything I tell you to do.”
Hope suddenly flared in my heart. “I’ll do that.” I hated the thought of doing what my bitch sister told me, but I didn’t have an alternative. It was clear that Caleb let her be in charge, which meant she’d be in charge of me.
Sheryl walked over next to Caleb and turned to face me. She said sternly, “You’re going to have to prove to me you’ll do anything I tell you before you can come into the house.”
“Sure. Anything,” I said flippantly. I’d do anything to move back home. Because once I started talking with Caleb… “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
Sheryl said firmly, “You’ll do absolutely anything I tell you to do.”
I couldn’t tell if the last was a statement or a question. What more did she want from me? I fought grinding my teeth as I said, “Yes. I’ve told you already. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
Sheryl unclipped one side of Caleb’s overalls while giving me an enigmatic smile. “If you don’t do what I say, Caleb goes in the house, I get gas for your car and you drive off.”
I was getting angry and frustrated. “I get it. You don’t need to say it again.”
Sheryl unclipped the other side of Caleb’s overalls. Caleb stood there with a confused look on his face. Sheryl unbuttoned his overalls and pulled them down to his knees, exposing his underwear.
Sheryl said to me, “You’re going to suck Caleb’s cock.”
Sheryl untied Caleb’s shoe. “You’re going to take Caleb’s cock into your mouth and suck on it until he cums. Then you’re going to swallow his cum.” She removed a shoe and pulled the overall off on that side. “All while I video you on my phone.”
This was crazy. “You’re kidding, right? You don’t actually want me to do oral sex on our brother, do you?”
Sheryl put Caleb’s foot back in his shoe and untied his other shoe. “This is a test,” she said slowly. “It’s easy to say you’ll do whatever I tell you to do. You have to prove to me you will. And this is the best test I can think of.”
I looked up at Caleb, and he gave me a small shrug. He obviously wasn’t going to argue with Sheryl.
Sheryl got the other shoe off, pulled off the overalls, and put the shoe back on. Caleb was now standing in front of me in a buttoned shirt and underwear. Sheryl laid the overalls on the cement in front of Caleb.
Sheryl stood up. She had her cell phone in her hand. “Come on now. Enough farting around. Either get on your knees in front of Caleb or he goes in the house. It’s time for you to choose.”
This didn’t make any sense. Did my sister really expect me to give my brother a blow job out here in front of God?
I asked, “You’re serious?”
“Serious as a heart attack. You’ve got thirty seconds to get on your knees.”
I looked at Caleb. When I caught his eye, he looked away. I could tell he wasn’t going to argue with Sheryl, that he had accepted this test for me. I couldn’t believe my brother would knuckle under so completely to our bitch sister.
I looked back at Sheryl, and I could see her counting.
I dropped to my knees on Caleb’s overalls. What choice did I have? I had nowhere else to go. I had no money. I was desperate.
Caleb was wearing blue bikini-style underwear. I grabbed his underwear and pulled it down until his cock flopped free. I froze. I couldn’t believe I was looking at my own brother’s privates. I had known what I’d see if I pulled down his underwear, but the sight still shocked. This was so unreal. It was hard for me to swallow that my brother would agree to this.
I resumed pulling down Caleb’s underwear until it reached his feet, and then he stepped out of it. I reached out and grabbed Caleb’s soft cock with my right hand. I looked up at Sheryl, who was holding out her phone.
“You’re doing great so far,” said Sheryl. “Don’t stop.” She did something on her phone, probably zooming in on me holding my brother’s cock so close to my face.
I couldn’t get myself to do it. I knew I had to do it, that I didn’t have an alternative. But I couldn’t stand being humiliated by my bitch sister like this.
Sheryl said, “Come on, make your brother happy.” She had changed her tone from commanding to coaxing. “You do want to make your big brother happy, don’t you?” I did but… “He really maltepe escort bayan cares about you. He has missed you a lot, and he’s very happy to see you again.” My affection for Caleb swelled. “Go ahead and make him happy. Look, his cock is getting hard at the thought of you sucking it.”
Caleb’s cock was stiffening. I looked up, and Caleb gave me a smile. I leaned forward and licked his cock while watching Caleb’s face. His smile got bigger.
Sheryl said, “Did you like that, Caleb? Did you like your little sister licking you?”
While Caleb continued to look at me, he said, “Yes, I did. Please lick it some more.”
It was like some dam broke inside of me. If Caleb wanted me to lick his cock, I’d lick his cock. I’d give him the best cock licking he’d ever had.
I licked the underside of his cock from his base to his crown and then licked it back down. I licked up one side, and down the other. His cock continued growing in my hand. My tongue explored every part of his cock. It was fun coating it with my saliva while listening to Caleb mutter his enjoyment.
Sheryl said in a husky voice, “That’s it, Diane. He’s loving what you’re doing. Keeping using your tongue to make him happy.”
I was getting into it now, occasionally running my mouth along his cock in addition to licking it. And his cock was huge! The biggest cock I’d ever held. The whole time I licked, I kept my eyes on Caleb’s. His smile kept driving me on to lick harder and faster.
Sheryl said in a low, lusty tone, “He’s ready for you to take his cock into your mouth. That’s what he really wants; to feel his cock inside your mouth.”
I brought my mouth to the top of his cock and took in as much as I could. Caleb let out a big groan, which sent a thrill through me. I did want to make Caleb happy, to give him pleasure. I’ve sucked off many boyfriends, and none of them treated me as half as good as Caleb did.
Caleb’s cock was so big that I could only get half of it in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his cock. I’d dive down on his cock, and then lock my lips around it as I pulled my head back.
Sheryl asked, “Does her mouth feel good, Caleb?”
“Oh, yes,” Caleb said in a half moan.
“Is your little sister a good cocksucker?”
“Not just good. She’s great.”
I felt a surge of pride and redoubled my efforts. I had my right hand wrapped around his cock, and I’d slid it up from his base as I slid my mouth down, and then I’d slide it down as I pulled my head back.
Sheryl said to Caleb, “I think she likes sucking your cock. Do you like sucking your big brother’s cock, Diane?”
I nodded my head as I continued bobbing up and down on Caleb. I did like sucking his cock. I knew I’d suck it again if given the chance.
Sheryl said, “You’re going to have to get up early and work long hours.” Her tone was much different now, explaining instead of commanding. “That’s life on the farm. There’s always too much to do. And we have to keep Caleb happy. He’s the man of the house, and he’s the hardest working farmer in the state. He doesn’t have time for dating. So, if I tell you to suck his cock, you’re going to suck his cock, aren’t you? You’re going to be a good little sister and happily suck him off just like you’re doing now, right?”
Sheryl was making it clear that if I wanted to live on the farm, I’d have to accept her dominating and humiliating me. She was in charge. Caleb did what she wanted. And if I stayed, I’d have to too. Including sucking off my brother whenever she wanted to me to.
What choice did I have? I didn’t have any place else to go. And…and…I was enjoying sucking Caleb’s cock. If this was how she was going to humiliate me, I could handle that.
I pulled Caleb’s cock out of my mouth, looked up at Sheryl’s phone and said, “Right. I’ll be happy to suck him off any time.”
I took Caleb’s cock back into my mouth and resumed bobbing up and down. I knew saying what I said was what Sheryl had wanted. She had terrible blackmail to hold over my head. She could release that video at any time.
But in ways I didn’t care. I wanted to live here with Caleb. I had sown my wild oats for three years, and now I was ready to settle down and live on the farm. I was ready to work hard every day with Caleb to make this farm a success. If that meant putting up with Sheryl’s bullshit, then I’d do it.
My jaw was getting tired, so I took a break to lick up and down Caleb’s cock. I loved his cock – it was so big and beautiful. It felt wonderful in my mouth. I was definitely looking forward to doing this again.
I noticed some movement, and I looked up to see Sheryl unbuttoning Caleb’s shirt. She said to Caleb, “Are you happy your little sister is home?”
“I am,” Caleb said warmly. I had been right that he’d be happy to see me again.
Sheryl said soothingly, “You would have been angry with me if I had made her go away, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Caleb said firmly.
Sheryl rubbed her hand over Caleb’s chest familiarly. Her voice oozed sexuality as she said, “You understand why I couldn’t let her come into the house, don’t you?”
“Somewhat,” Caleb said less angrily. It was like he couldn’t keep angry with Sheryl flirting with him. “But you could have been much nicer about it.”
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