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Weekend with Anthony
2
Baby Sister

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"I'm Mary" the tall attractive cynical looking girl told me, surveying me up and down interestedly as I entered the large, low-beamed farmhouse kitchen around 8am having woken alone. She was much older than I, about 26, physically attractive but with a dry brusque manner. "You survived the night with the wolf, then?" 

Staring, I stammered incomprehension and she told me in a businesslike manner to help myself to breakfast from the table, a very large scrubbed wooden table totally laden with good things. Fresh scones, muffins, pouring cream, clotted Devon cream, various types of bread, various cereals, jams and preserves, and fresh strawberries, blackberries, cox's orange pippin apples, bramleys, pears, victoria plums. I'd dreamed of such morning largesse, never actually seen it. 

"You look so inexperienced and pretty that if Anthony hasn't already shagged you and you don't want to be shagged, you better go home to your mother now. Though, I suppose..." She gave a cynical sort of harumph. "...I suppose you could sleep on my floor. Lorna's bed's far too small for two, luckily for you." 

I wondered was everyone in this family sex mad. In our family we didn't speak openly about sex this way. We didn't speak about sex. 

I gulped and found my voice. "Are you saying, um, I.....that Anthony....has sex with men?" 

"Oh my God we are pretending innocence, aren't we! Or maybe you really don't realise. Anthony has sex with everything." 

"Everything?" I attempted recover my poise with a leer at her and was shot down in flames. 

"Everything, including his sisters. Everything and anything, animate and inanimate. He's the boss here, younger than me though he be. He runs the farm since our parents died. He's gone off me, thank God. Disapproves of dykes. That's a laugh. This is a boring subject! I hear you're courting that loony bitch Charlotte, that right? You must be naive or stupid or something, you'll get nothing but headaches from her. She'll probably slice your balls off. If it's a female for sex you're after just go out to the barn after breakfast and see my sister Lorna." 

I'd met Lorna very briefly the previous evening. Short, not fat but sexily buxom with protruding round breasts. But she was only 15! None of this could be true. Life wasn't openly full of sex like this. Sitting down I collected thoughts and hunger and ravenously put heaps of strawberry preserve then wonderful rich clotted cream on a scone. 

I tried to change the subject. "What's she doing in the barn?" 

"Wanking the bull." 

I let that one go. 

"Like me to fry some bacon before I leave?" Mary asked laconically, taking my expression as yes and throwing several slices onto the skillet. 

I found Lorna in the barn wanking the bull right enough. What do you expect? It's a working farm. Neat turn of the wrist she displayed. It's all in how you tell it. Put it this way: she was extracting semen from the animal for the purpose of artificial insemination. Big money spinner having a prize bull. At school lads from the outlying farms had told me this work was often done by girls or their mothers using some kind of gadget on a long pole. Here Lorna had the great beast trapped in a narrow corridor of rusty iron bars and stood back about 6' with the pole. I got a stiffy watching her repeatedly manipulate the cock and fill the tube. An entire rack of full tubes stood at her side. After about 10 more she turned to me brazen as her sister yet fresh and lively, without any cynicism: "Okay, you next. Trousers off, kneel down." 

She was only joking, of course and I laughed with her. Damn, but she was pretty and my cock stirred at the thought. Heck, it was thickening still. Leaping! The way she looked at me wasn't helping. Such knowing young eyes with a vivid wicked sparkle, mouth quick to smile and full of expression. "How was your night with Anthony?" That question again! She laughed as if she knew already and came towards me pert as you please, felt my bulge with a little squeeze and laughed merrily. "You're already sexed up. Let's play farmer's daughter and bull!" 

"What are you doing? Stop" I protested and wrestled with her as she pulled at my belt.