Fantasies On The Farm: Incest Erotica - Ruth Oxford - ebook

Excerpt: Then he folded his hands behind his head and smiled from ear to ear. He felt sure that Francine's 'plot of seduction' would be successful, and he didn't feel in the least bit jealous; he had never felt possessive of his wife, not since the first day he had met her. Instead he felt very, very excited; even after the blow job he could feel the blood coursing back into his loins, the length of his flaccid penis swelling against his thigh. Robert groaned and squeezed it softly, feeling the blood race through its tangle of blue veins. He knew that if Francine succeeded in seducing Michael, it would be only a short step to his sister Louisa. And he wanted Louisa more than any other woman in the world.

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Fantasies On The Farm

Ruth Oxford

Copyright © 2017

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Louisa dropped the washrag into the tub and squinted to see through the steam filling the bathroom. When she recognized Robert she smiled broadly and retrieved the rag.

"Oh, that's all right," she said easily. She pushed the rag under the warm suds and again began to soap her full breasts, completely oblivious to her own nakedness. "I should have locked the door anyhow. Come on in and sit awhile if you want to. I'll be out of here in a minute."

"I'm really sorry, Louisa," Robert repeated. He hesitated at the door a moment, then closed it and took a seat on the wash basin next to the tub. He looked at Louisa and shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment. "I mean Jesus Christ, Francine and me have only been here three days and I've busted in on you like this twice already. I swear to God I never did it once back in the city." Robert sighed and shook his head, as if contemplating an unfathomable mystery. "Sometimes I think being this far out in the sticks has got me completely disoriented. I don't know; I keep on bumping into walls and stuff. I don't think I've been on a real live farm since I was three years old."

"Oh, you'll get used to it," Louisa said casually. She looked at Robert's boyishly handsome features and had to repress an almost maternal smile. It was funny she felt so protective towards him, she thought; after all, she was only eighteen and he was a full seven years older. Louisa laughed softly and moved the washrag down to her large dusky pink nipples, barely visible beneath the curtain of suds.

"What's so funny?" Robert asked quickly. He pursed his lips and fidgeted nervously on the wash basin.

"Oh, nothing."

"If you feel uncomfortable with me sitting here I can leave," Robert said. He half rose from the edge of the basin and looked at her anxiously. "I mean, it's understandable if you want some privacy when you're taking a bath."

"I don't mind," Louisa said simply. She cupped the underside of her left breast and lifted it slightly to soap the underside. "It's just my body, after all; I don't figure there's anything that has to be hid about it. When Mom and Dad were still around they used to come in and talk to me in the tub all the time. Michael and me'd do the same thing with them. That's just the way I was brought up, I guess."

Robert shook his head in bewilderment. "I swear, if I walked in on any woman I know naked in the bathtub, except Francine... Jesus, I'd be lucky to get out of there alive. She'd probably call the police, the rape prevention squad and the FBI before I even had a chance to open my mouth." Robert shook his head again and sighed, as if faced with an impassable wall. "I'll tell you Louisa, you may be right about getting used to clear skies and fresh air and not having anyone around for five miles to either side, but I don't think I'll ever get used to the different ways you people have out here. I mean, you're so polite and unassuming it makes me ashamed of my own bad manners. And Francine and me are courteous by city standards, whether you believe it or not."

"Now Robert," Louisa said chidingly. She looked at him and giggled affectionately. "You know darn well that you and Francine couldn't do a wrong thing in the world as far as me and Michael are concerned. Haven't we told you often enough how glad we are to have you visiting us? Why, didn't we say the day you got here how much we wished you could stay a whole lot longer than two weeks?" Louisa shook her head and looked at Robert with mock, humorous derision. "I swear to the Lord, sometimes I think you are the most insecure grown man I ever met. Francine is Michael and my cousin. She's a blood relative, same as you now that you're married to her, and the both of you are welcome any time."

"Well, I was just trying to say . . Robert began.

Louisa laughed at him lovingly. "Well I know what you were trying to say, and take my word for it, it doesn't have to be said. We think you're just fine and you're welcome any time." Louisa looked into the bathwater and moved the rag down to the perfectly formed curve of her thighs. There was a small nick on the inner flesh and she scrubbed it carefully. "Besides," she continued absentmindedly, "how many visitors do you think we get out here anyhow, sixty miles from the nearest city? Why, Michael and me have hardly seen a living soul since Mom and Dad died. We get lonely too, you know."

There was a long silence. When Louisa recognized it she dropped the rag and looked back at Robert. He wore a guilty expression, and his head and shoulders drooped noticeably.

"You know, both Francine and I... " he began tentatively. He sighed with frustration, then raised his head and looked at Louisa sympathetically. "Both Francine and me are real sorry about the accident. Your Mom and Dad were too young to die like that, and you and Michael are too young to have to run a farm all by yourselves, too. We were both real upset when we found out it happened."

"Oh Robert, now please!" Louisa exclaimed. She tried to frown and look at him with mock exasperation. But her expression was strained, and she quickly turned her eyes back to the tub. "Now there's no use crying over spilled milk, is there? That's a country saying if ever you heard one, isn't it? Of course, you know we're really sorry about what happened. It hurt us real bad, worse than anything else ever did or ever will again. I can't even count the number of long nights I spent wishing the car that hit them might have been a half a minute faster or slower in either direction. Both of us, we loved Mom and Dad real much. And it's hard to run a whole farm with only two people." Louisa sighed and looked at the wall as if to fortify herself with its presence. "But the accident happened six months ago and we've gotten along just fine. Michael does most of the field work and I take care of the house. Maybe it's been better for us, in a way; I don't know. We've both grown up so much faster than we would've otherwise." Louisa looked at Robert and did her best to smile; she felt an almost desperate need to lighten the conversation, before the real misery of her mother and father's death came back to her. "I mean, into every life a little rain must fall, right? Hey! That's another country saying, now isn't it? I guess you and Francine are going to have a whole bunch of stuff to bore your friends to tears with when you get back in the city, huh?"

"I suppose so," Robert said. He smiled weakly and stared at his hands, turning the palms up and down. "But... I mean... it's hard to get over it. Your brother's only 20 years old, and you're only 18. That's just too young for that kind of responsibility."

"Robert, please," Louisa said automatically. She flushed with embarrassment and stared automatically into the bathwater; she didn't want to scold him, however gently, but she knew that if they talked about it any longer she might lose control of her emotions. "To tell you the truth, I'd... I'd just rather not discuss it, that's all. I know you mean well, but... well, I guess you can understand that."

"I understand," Robert replied quietly. He said nothing else for awhile, and Louisa tried to concentrate on washing herself.

She moved the washrag carefully between her parted thighs and soaped carefully around the hair fringed edges of her pubic triangle, delicately touching the outer lips of her pink, virgin labia. It felt extremely good, and she wished briefly that she was alone so she could rub herself there much harder. Then she heard Robert stir on the basin, and she turned her head towards him to see him while he spoke.

"Actually," Robert began. He fidgeted on the basin uncomfortably staring at the floor. "I didn't bring up... that... just out of the blue, I sort of had a reason. Both Francine and me were wondering... well, we talked it over and we thought it would be a good idea if, as long as we were here, you know, we helped you out some with the chores around here."

"What?!?!" Louisa exclaimed. She looked at Robert in mock amazement, happy that his unintentional blunder had given her an excuse to break their depression. Then she laughed as uproariously as she could. "Why Robert, I don't believe you!" she said incredulously. "Here you come out here for the only real vacation you've had in years and you want to help us out in the chores? Why... well Robert, now I know it's a fact. You're just plumb out of your mind!"

"Huh... what? Now wait a minute... " Robert said defensively. "I'm being serious. I know it's my vacation, but take my word for it, I never worked as hard in a week as you two do every day of your life. Francine and me feel guilty about it! For the past three days all we've done is lie around in bed and doze in the shade and eat up all the food you make, and then we look around and see Michael breaking his back in the fields and you off scrubbing some corner of the house. Louisa, it just makes us miserable; you know we can't sit around and watch you work for two more weeks. Honest, we've got to do something!"

"You are crazy!" Louisa said delightedly. She giggled and suppressed the urge to throw the washrag at Robert's head. "I swear, if I'd known about you I could've been the most popular girl in the county. I could rent you out to all the others just like us and why, I'd make a whole passel of money! Just tell 'em that the harder you work the better you and Francine like it."

"Come on, Louisa," Robert said. He shifted uncomfortably on the basin and looked at her with an almost hurt expression. "I'm being serious."

"Get out of this bathroom!" Louisa said happily. She giggled and waved to the door. "Go on, git! I won't hear another word about it."

"Now wait a minute," Robert said. He stood up from the basin and hesitated, like a lawyer making a last ditch argument for his defendant. "You've got to admit you could use some help around here, even if just for a couple of weeks. Francine can keep house just as well as you can, and if Michael taught me I'll bet I could help out a little in the fields. Nothing too complicating, just a little plowing ..

"You wouldn't know a plow if one fell on you," Louisa cried giddily. She started to drop the washrag into the water, then succumbed to her earlier temptation and threw it lightly at Robert's shoulder. "Mr. Robert Mitchell, I told you I won't hear another word about it and I meant it! You'll work on this farm over my dead body; you're here on vacation and I mean to see you get some relaxation, or else!"

"But... "

"Out! Out!" Louisa laughed and held up the bar of soap warningly, cocking her arm as if she were about to hurl it at Robert's head. "Get out of this bathroom this minute! If I let you stay here any longer the next thing I know you'll want to clean the septic tank and swab the toilets to boot! Not one more word! You all clear the hell out of here! How's that for country language, Robert?"

"Well," Robert said. He opened the door and hesitated again. Louisa immediately resumed laughing, and Robert's face broke into a broad grin. "It was only a suggestion," he said humorously. "Jeez, if I'd known you'd get so upset about it I never would have brought it up in the first place."

"I couldn't be more upset if you'd tried to hang me," Laura said. She giggled, then assumed an expression of playful seriousness. "Robert Mitchell, as far as I'm concerned you are to spend your time here loafing in the sun and keeping company with that pretty wife of yours... who, incidentally, you better take good care of, seeing as how she's our cousin. And if you step out of line even once you'll pay for it, take my word Mister!"

"Okay, okay," Robert said. He stepped into the hallway, then turned back and smiled at Louisa affectionately. "Well, I guess I'd better get a good night's sleep then. I've got a long hard day of loafing tomorrow."

"All right, Robert," Louisa said with a genuine smile. "Pleasant dreams, and I'll see you at breakfast."

"See you then," Robert said. "Goodnight."

Smiling, Robert turned into the hallway and shut the door behind him. For several seconds afterwards Louisa sat motionless in the tub, gazing transfixedly at the wall and smiling dreamily. Then she closed her eyes and settled into the lukewarm water until the suds lapped gently around her neck. She could still picture Robert sitting next to her on the wash basin, and the clarity of the mental image sent a small shiver of carefully suppressed desire coursing through her body. "Mmmmmm-mm," Louisa sighed. She smiled pleasurably and folded her arms across her ample bosom, hugging her shoulders with her hands. He was such a handsome man.

He was really a dream come true, Louisa thought. She stared at the blurred, amorphous shape of her thighs through the water and absentmindedly began to stroke the tender flesh of her hips. She knew she couldn't have him, but whenever she started thinking about Robert the real world seemed to fade away entirely. His face was so boyishly pretty, and his body was so slim and tall and athletic looking; if his black hair had been blonde or even light brown Louisa knew he would have looked just like Apollo. The resemblance had been the first thing she'd noticed when they'd arrived three days ago, even before she'd realized how pretty her cousin Francine had grown in the last eight years, how little she looked like her pictures. Why, Louisa thought, the very second she'd seen Robert's face she'd felt everything go soft inside her. At first she'd even been a little bit jealous; she was ashamed to admit it now, but she'd almost been cold towards both of them the whole first day. It didn't seem fair to her that her parents had died, that she had to spend all her time working on a desolate farm instead of out meeting a husband. That was the only reason she wasn't married, the only reason she hadn't caught Robert instead of Francine. It certainly wasn't because she wasn't pretty enough.