Fourth Of July Party

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Fourth Of July Party


My wife and I decided to host a family “Forth of July” party on our farm. We have several hundred acres of land and can do just about anything that we want to do.

It was planned several months in advance so that I had plenty of time to prepare a field up in the back forty to hold the party. Since the forth was on a Wednesday this year we invited everyone that we knew to spend the entire week and both weekends too. People could bring their tents or campers if they wanted too. We could even cover the entire house with sleeping bags if necessary.

Since we live in New York State we have to go just over the boarder to the south of us into Pennsylvania to purchase our fireworks. They have a huge warehouse full of everything you can imagine. It isn’t too destructive of course. For the really good stuff you have to get a special license so I bought a few hundred dollars worth of stuff myself and suggested that if any of the other guys felt the urge that they could purchase some too. Then we could pool our resources. As I expected the other guys merely gave me money and I had to make another trip to get the additional fireworks. The guys were more generous than I had expected and I was able to get a lot more fireworks.

I had more than enough time to plow and disk the flat field up on the hill, to plant grass seed, make a baseball field, and build a very large fire pit. I cut several face cord of wood and put it near the pit. I even put in a pond for swimming and filled it with water. With horseshoe pits and volleyball nets there should be enough to keep people busy.

About a month before hand a few of the guys helped me build picnic tables and benches out of the cut and split trees off my land. It was quickly becoming a place to keep and let our friends and relatives use all year round.

Sometimes the guys brought their wives and children when they came to help out! The kids usually stayed down near the house with my daughters and the wives just heckled us guys while we worked.

My sister Robin was constantly on my ass about something. She could be relentless. Robin was instigating it all. It quickly escalated into her tossing things at me and me chasing her and slapping her on the ass. My brother-in-law egged me on, of course. Once Robin tripped so I sat on her back facing her feet and spanked her ass several times before letting her up. It was kind of like old times.

I could remember back to when Robin was fourteen years old and I was sixteen years old. We did the same thing back then. However half of the time it was in the house on the living room floor and Robin was in a skirt or dress. I always sat on her back smashing her tits into the carpet and I would lift her dress or skirt up far enough so that I could see her panties and spank her ass cheeks. It wasn’t just a few weeks after that and I was giving her bare ass spankings with her panties down between her knees. Robin always came back for more. The bare ass spankings quickly turned into me feeling her pussy, fingering her pussy, tickling her clit, and eventually me fucking my kid sister while I had her pinned to the floor. Like I said before, Robin always came back for more. Even to this day if Robin gets me alone she will start teasing me or wrestling with me until I drop her to the floor and fuck her from behind. She absolutely loves it doggy style from me! She says that it just seems right, if I force her then she sort of keeps her little girl innocence. Innocence my ass, Robin knows exactly what she is doing.

So back to the present, here was Robin on her belly and I had just paddled her ass well. She had giggled, threatened me, and was now begging for me to stop spanking her.

So I whispered to her, “What do I get if I stop?”

Robin whispered, “Anything you want! My pussy! My first-born child! Hell both of my children if you will just stop!”

So I immediately stopped and whispered to her, “Both of your daughters?”

Robin whispered, “Why not!