As we ate breakfast on Gert’s final day with us, she and Dad had a chat. He said, “I saw your family only has two tractors and one hay wagon. Your small tractor is pretty old too. We have three good tractors and three wagons, but really only need two of each. Since your family has five young men and seven young women, and we could use another hand or two, I was thinking maybe we could make some kind of deal.”
“I know your sons here aren’t old enough to date yet, otherwise I’d suggest matching them with some of our girls. A few men could come help you out for a week or two here and there.”
“Actually, Gert, I was thinking of something else. Do you think maybe I could foster a few of them? Have two or three of your family live here with us, and be part of our family? We’ll have a bedroom open once my oldest boys get married, and I’ll let you borrow a tractor and wagon whenever you want?”
“That sounds like a good idea. I think they’ll like it too. Five brothers sharing two bedrooms and seven sisters in three others causes lots of arguments. Let’s go talk to them about it.” Dad and Gert walked out to his truck.
In our part of the country, when adult brothers or sisters married other people but stayed together in the same house, their children were treated as siblings. Regardless of which woman birthed them or who their father was, all the boys raised together in one house were ‘brothers’ and all the girls were ‘sisters’, instead of cousins. That made describing family relationships a lot easier and seemed to make families closer. ‘Brothers’ were more willing to help each other than ‘cousins’. The adults were still ‘Mom and Dad’ and ‘auntie and uncle’, though.
Dad brought home Fran and three of the Holmes girls. I was very surprised when Fran angrily told Dad to leave his boots on the porch instead of tracking mud into the kitchen, and he meekly apologized. The Patron was the undisputed boss of the family any time work needed to be done in the fields or barn, but the Matron was Queen of the house.
Dad told us, “Boys, welcome Linda, Beth, and Holly to the family. Linda and I are dating. She’s only 19, but her Patron approved and I got special permission from the Alderman.”
I knew about ‘special permission.’ If a girl got pregnant before she was old enough to date, sometimes her partner could get permission to marry her after he got out of jail. I was pretty sure Dad didn’t even know who Linda was until that day, so her boyfriend must have left her. She was kind of pretty, and I doubted she’d date a man so old if she had a choice.
Dad continued, “Beth and Holly are your new sisters. They’ll have Jim and Joe’s room, until your brothers move back to finish their dating. For a few months, they’ll need to share a room with Fran. They’re good girls, so treat them right. No incest and be nice to them. Linda and Beth will help with milking and other barn chores. Holly is only 18, so she’ll mostly take care of the chickens and help Fran with the house.
More good news for Fran and the boys. Linda will give you blowjobs to help with your sex needs, so you won’t need to do Fran’s butt so much.” I wasn’t sure if I was happy about that or not. Getting sucked by an attractive young woman like Linda would be great, but my little sister’s ass had made me the happiest I’d ever been.
He added, “One other thing. This is a family secret. No word of this can ever leave the house, understand?” We all nodded.
“As a special treat, because she can’t get MORE pregnant, at night Linda will let John and Jake in her pussy until the baby makes her belly too big.” Linda’s smile was nearly as large as mine and John’s were, but Fran looked jealous. “As a reward for keeping the secret, either Jake or John will lick Fran, Beth, and Holly every night too. Agreed?”
“WOO! YES! YEAH! YESSSS!”
“Good. Come help me set up for fertilizing the corn tomorrow, boys. Girls, make some lunch and bring it to us in the pump shed at noon.”
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At noon Dad, John, and I sat on the upper bench in the pump shed waiting for the girls to bring us lunch. We’d slid our pants and underwear down as usual. Fran carried in napkins and a stack of bowls and spoons. Linda brought in a small kettle of soup, Beth was carrying a pie and a jug of lemonade, and Holly had cups and a bag of sandwiches.
The former Holmes girls were surprised by our nude lower halves and the altered picnic table. Fran explained, “The Matron sits on the lower bench, so she can suck them while they eat. It saves a lot of time.”
Linda commented, “That’s a good idea! Our Dad should buy one for back at home.”
Dad told her, “I’m your new Dad, and this is your new home. You can’t buy ‘em, I made it. I guess I could make another one.”
Beth asked Dad, “We’re fostered, so we’re officially part of your family now, right?”
“Right. We’re glad to have you, and the extra help.”
Beth smiled and put a hand on the lower bench as she stared at John’s crotch. “So, since we’re family, we can give blowjobs now? I know Fran is Matron so we don’t have to, but we can if we want?”
John, Dad, and I all rapidly replied. “Sure!” “Yeah!” “Of course!”
“Great!” She sat on the lower bench and leaned forward toward John’s crotch, then Linda sat opposite Dad.
I was happily surprised when Holly sat in front of me. She was only 18, like Fran. I felt her hands on my thighs as she said, “I haven’t tried it before. I hope you like it.” Feeling her warm, wet, rough tongue on the head of my dick was even better than the bowl of Fran’s excellent chicken dumpling soup. She held my shaft tightly in her hand and didn’t move it, but the way she licked and circled the rim of my cockhead with her tongue felt AMAZING. I stopped eating and closed my eyes as I savored the wonderful sensations. John and Dad climaxed and unloaded within a few minutes, but Holly had me close to orgasm for what felt like a very long time.
Fran instructed, “Holly, you need to stroke his shaft to make him finish, either that or swallow the tip of it.”
Holly did both, gulping me into her mouth and taking the head in her throat as she started stroking the bit of shaft that wouldn’t fit past her lips. I exploded in seconds and pumped out more semen that I ever had in one load before. Holly wasn’t expecting it and started coughing as I pulled out of her mouth. I quickly apologized, “Sorry, Holly. Are you okay?”
After coughing a few more times she explained, “I can breathe and stuff, it was just a surprise. It felt really weird, with something hot and wet in my throat without feeling it in my mouth first. I’m okay.”
I smiled and rested a hand on her shoulder. “You’re much more than okay! That was GREAT! Thank you!” She smiled back at me and looked deeply into my eyes.
As we men were finishing our food, Fran asked, “Since the other girls blew you and you only get it once at lunch, I guess nobody wants my butt?” She sounded disappointed.
Dad smiled at her and said, “It’s only noon and the next thing we need to do is milking at five. I think we have time, right boys?”
“Sure!” “Yeah!”
Dad walked behind her and slid into her asshole. Holly held my hand as we watched. I noticed her gripping my fingers tighter and tighter as Dad got close to cumming. She moved my hand between her legs, then I started rubbing her through her skirt. I liked the feel of her slit and the soft skin around it. John took his turn in Fran’s butt after Dad did, and I kept up the rubbing as Holly stared.
After zipping up, Dad cleared his throat and told us, “No puttin’ your fingers or dicks in the girls’ pussies, but there’s nothin’ wrong in playing with each other where the family can see, like civilized folk. Just don’t hide it, and don’t ever do incest or share a bed. And don’t force anybody if they say ‘no’.”
Holly’s orgasm started as I said, “Of course, Dad.” I held her as her body spasmed, so she wouldn’t fall off the bench. She looked in my eyes with a big smile on her face and said, “I love you.” The smile faded when I let go of her and replied, “The blowjob was great. Thanks.”
Fran asked me, “Want my butt too, Jake?”
I moved behind her and put my hands on her hips. As my pecker slowly entered my favorite place in the world, I declared, “Always!”