Oh, What an Incredible Summer! Part One.

In the early 1970s, I was a young teenager growing up in Greenville, North Carolina. However, my mother was really a down-home “Carolina country girl” at heart. She felt strongly that I “shouldn’t lose touch with the soil.” Consequently, starting when I was seventeen, she would send me off every summer to the old family farm in Cassel County between Yanceyville, North Carolina and Danville, Virginia. This had been my mother’s family homestead for generations and at that time was operated by her brother, my uncle Bill, and his wife Dorothy. I didn’t realize it that first summer when my mom and dad dropped me off at the farm, but a major change was about to take place in my life. I was about to dramatically expand my knowledge of sex … and it wasn’t only from observing the animals.

I guess it would be wise to first tell you about the farm and my uncle and aunt. The farm was small, but typical of the family farms in the Carolina piedmont during the 60s and 70s. In those days, before the considerable attack on the tobacco industry, the growing of bright leaf tobacco, rotated with soybeans and other crops was particularly important to the economy in that rural county. In addition to tobacco, Uncle Bill grew wheat, oats, and forage for the livestock, as well as maintaining a large garden that produced vegetables for the family table and sale to the public. Unfortunately, the family couldn’t solely live off the profits derived from the small farm. Uncle Bill was truly a farmer at heart and farmed as much as he could. He even had rented out part of the acreage to a neighbor, but the income from all farming sources wasn’t enough to sustain his family of five. Consequently, in order to make ends meet, Uncle Bill was a part time farmer and would drive into Yanceyville early most mornings to a meat packing plant where he worked as a butcher. Bill was in his late 40s and stood several inches less than six feet tall, but had a powerful physique. His chest and arms were particularly well muscled from his hours of both laboring on the farm and in shoving sides of beef around the packing plant.

Aunt Dorothy did her part both on the farm and in bringing in money to the family. She was perfectly capable of getting on the tractor and disking a field almost as well as Uncle Bill. Even so, she worked part time away from the farm, working three days a week at Dr. Wilson’s office while his wife worked the other days. Although she wasn’t a nurse, she did a lot of the preparatory work with the patients, taking temperatures, checking blood pressure, and doing other necessary jobs around the office. Her work outside the farm helped make ends meet and occasionally provided the supplementary money to buy additional farm equipment.

My blond-haired aunt was most people would assume a farm wife should be: she had a pleasant personality, cheerful and full of life, and always seemed to have a smile on her strikingly pretty face. She was in her mid 40s at that time, five foot six and perhaps 125 pounds. Physically she was what my mother politely called “buxom,” but with a surprisingly slender body. Although slender, with the exception of her ample breasts, she was physically strong and fully capable of the hard work associated with farming.

My uncle and aunt had three children: Bill, Junior … known as “Junior,” his twin sister Susan, and Sally. Junior and Susan were seventeen that first summer I worked on the farm, and Sally, the youngest, was sixteen.

Sally looked like a typical young teenager: a slim body
with slender arms and legs. She was five feet tall and weighed no more than 100 pounds. Like her mother, she had a cute face and bubbly personality, while her “dirty blond” hair was usually in pigtails.

The attractive Susan had shoulder length light brown hair, while her slim body was just beginning her feminine growth spurt. She was slightly over five foot in height and maybe 100 pounds that first year, but was developing a nice pair of tits and distinctly womanly curves to her body.

Junior had close-cropped dark blond hair and was fairly stocky for a young teenager: five foot eight and 165 pounds. However, his strapping appearance came from the muscles he developed because of his strenuous farm labor. Like his father, he generally could be expected to be dressed in bib overalls, a sturdy shirt, and work boots.

Me? Well, I had passed through puberty when I was twelve and had been steadily growing since the middle of that year. By the time the summer of my seventeenth year rolled around, I was slightly taller than Junior at 5’ 11” or so and weighed 165 pounds. I had lived through all the usual adolescent changes and traumas, but the one that was most mortifying to me was my penis growth. My penis was exceptionally large for a boy my age and that meant that I was cruelly targeted by the other boys in junior high. I absolutely dreaded showering after gym classes, since I knew that I would be unrelentingly teased about my dick by the guys. They laughingly labeled me as “baloney dick.” I guess that the name was fitting, when my penis was compared to the size of those of my classmates. In later life it was something I took satisfaction in, but as a teenage boy lacking in confidence, it was a devastating humiliation.

Anyway, I was sexually typical of most teen boys having passed through puberty. I seemed to be constantly horny and aroused by virtually any situation or incident, causing my dick to stiffen. I had frequent wet dreams and interestingly, I frequently focused my fantasies on my busty aunt Dorothy.

Now, my jobs on the farm that first year were what you would expect of a newcomer. I would drive the family’s four cows to the meadow behind the house and then, later, to the barn to be milked. A dairy farmer is totally committed to the farm’s cows and even a part-time dairy farmer like my uncle needed to be committed. He could never miss a milking time and there were no exceptions for any injury or illness in the family. The cows had to be milked twice a day at twelve-hour intervals. Although Uncle Bill and Aunt Dorothy only had the four cows, they participated in a county farmers’ co-op, where farmers pooled their resources to sell their milk to a producer.

Normally, Uncle Bill did the milking, but the rest of the family was fully capable and filled in when he was at the packing plant or at other times that he was not present. Even though I was a novice at milking, I had to also learn the techniques required, as well as the other chores related to the cattle. I was expected to throw down the silage from the loft, add the feed supplements, and do whatever else was necessary to feed and care for the cows.

Most of the time, however, I spent doing a lot of the never-ending weeding in the tobacco field and the large vegetable garden. I usually could find enough fresh vegetables in the latter for dinner and supper. I would also work the roadside stand that the family had for selling fresh produce straight from the farm to the customers. There was enough traffic on the route to Danville that the roadside stand was a worthwhile endeavor. Then, I was also was expected to be a jack-of-all-trades repairman, capable of repairing just about anything on the farm. I was pretty good with this responsibility, thanks to the wonderful experience of working alongside my mechanically-inclined dad growing up.

Well, that’s probably more than you ever wanted to know about a small farm in North Carolina during the 1970s. As I said, my sexual awareness was about to grow dramatically during that first summer. The first few days after I arrived passed fairly quickly as I learned about the farm and my chores. Now, I’d visited the farm many times while growing up, but this time was different, since I was to be a worker and not a visitor. Even so, there seemed to be something “out of kilter” and I just couldn’t seem to figure out what was wrong. I just had the strangest feeling that something was just slightly awry in this family. Junior and I shared a double bed in his room and we would talk at night, but he said nothing that would help my resolve my doubts.

Several nights after I had arrived, Junior and I had been in bed some time when he quietly slipped out of the bed and went out the door. I was a little puzzled, but assumed that he was only going next door to the bathroom that we shared with the girls. I gradually drifted off to sleep and when I woke up some considerable time later, he was just slipping back into bed. “Hmm,” I wondered, “What has he been doing?” I thought about it for a few minutes, came to no conclusion, and went back to sleep.

Then, the second Saturday afternoon after I got there the situation exploded. I had been working in the barn when I realized that I needed several additional tools to finish the job that I’d been assigned. I walked over to the tool shed behind the barn and entered through the side door. Once inside, I came to an abrupt halt as I stared in amazement at what was transpiring in front of my eyes.

Sally was wearing a jumpsuit, a style that was popular for girls and women in the 70s, and was on her knees in front of Junior. Junior had dropped his bib overalls to his ankles as Sally was forcefully sucking his hard cock. The tiny girl was rapidly jacking on the base of his dick while her mouth frantically worked at the head. I was speechless, completely dumfounded by the sight. Every few moments Sally would stop her masturbation and draw the full length of the boy’s dick into her mouth. Watching this lascivious session before my eyes, I felt my own dick reaching a full erection.

Junior seemed to rapidly approaching his orgasm as his stomach quivered and his whole body shook. Sucking purposefully, Sally’s head was bobbing up and down on his shaft in a steady piston-like movement. I just stared in amazement as I watched my tiny cousin gulping down Junior’s whole cock. At the extreme depth of one final penetration, Junior firmly grasped his sister’s head by her pigtails.

“Oh, fuck, Sally! I’m gonna cum!” he groaned with his cock deep in her mouth as he held steady. “Oh, fuck! “Oh, fuck! Fucccccccck! I am …! I’m cumming!” he wailed in a surge of climactic gratification as his sperm obviously spurted into his baby sister’s sucking mouth. Sally gripped his pelvis with both hands as he continued to shoot until his supply was exhausted.

As Junior’s climax subsided, Sally let his dick slip from her mouth and she sat back on her haunches. “Oh, that was yummy!” she exclaimed and turned to me. “Tommy, would you like me to suck your dick too?” I hesitated staring in amazement at my cousin and trying to grasp her offer in my mind.