Farm Games a teen lesbian sexstory

   Elizabeth pulled a pile of multi-colored cloth from the cedar chest and
turned, dropping the pile on the bed. Dory put out a quick hand to
steady it.
   "There, you should find a blanket you like in that pile," Elizabeth said
as she sat on the bed. The pile bounced, dangerously close to falling.
Dory leaped forward and slapped a hand down on the pile of blankets
again.
   "Sure, I don't need much, it's really not that cold. Thanks for your
help."
   "No problem, mom said to help or she'd skin me alive. Ooops," Elizabeth
said giggling, covering her mouth with a slender little hand. "I wasn't
supposed to say that."
   "I understand," Dory said with a quick smile. "I'm kind of scared
too. This is really strange to me, I've never been out of Cincinnati
before, much less seen a farm. Does it always smell like this?"
   "Sure, I guess. You get used to it."
   "I'll try. Why does your brother always stare at me, Elizabeth?"
   "Billy has never seen a grown up girl with tits like yours," Elizabeth
nodded at Dory's chest as she bounced on the mattress. "They're kind
of nice," Elizabeth finally admitted. She looked down at her own nearly flat
chest with a frown. "I don't know how you get them to grow, mine sure
won't."
   "You've spent your whole life on a farm, you grow muscles, not tits.
Tit's come from fat."
   "Really? So if I was fat I'd have tits?"
   "Probably," Dory said uncomfortably. Although she was the same age
as her cousin, she felt like she was light-years ahead of Elizabeth in most
areas. "Where is everybody anyway? Shouldn't we be working or
something?"
   "Naw, not today. I'm supposed to show you around. Dad's working the
Regan place, that's a place about ten miles away that we bought from old
man Regan. Mom went to a cattle auction to look at calves, neither of
them will be back until midnight. My pervert brother is probably down at
the calf pen getting sucked off again," Elizabeth said enviously.
   "What?" Dory said in surprised horror.
   "Getting sucked off. You know..."
   "Yes, I know what it means, but who's doing it?"
   "The calves," Elizabeth said in surprise.
   "You've got to be kidding," Dory said in disbelief.
   "No, he's always down there. Do you want to see?"
   "No!" Dory said, turning deep red. "Do you really watch him?" she
finally asked tentatively.
   "When I'm bored. It's kind of exciting, in a way. Come on, we can
watch through the haymow and he'll never know," Elizabeth leaped to her feet
and grabbed Dory's hand. She dragged Dory downstairs at breakneck
speeds, then out across the yard to the front of the barn. They entered
the haymow through a small trap door above the milking parlor. In a
moment they were sneaking across the nearly empty haymow to the small
square door leading to the calf pen. Elizabeth placed a finger on her lips
and gently pulled the string that opened the door. She slipped the loop
over a nail and laid down to look through the door. Elizabeth noticed
Dory's absence and turned, beckoning her forward.
   "See, down there," Elizabeth pointed to the far side of the barn.
   "You can't see anything at all," Dory said in disappointment. "All
you can see is his back, it looks like he's taking a piss or something."
   "He's not, he's getting sucked off again. Sometimes I wish that girls
were built the same way as boys, so we could get sucked off too," Elizabeth
said turning toward Dory. She suddenly realized that Dory's face was
two inches from her own. She looked at the soft, red, lips and leaned
forward to kiss them impulsively.
   "Hey, what'd you do that for?" Dory restrained the impulse to wipe
her lips on the back of her hand.
   "I don't know, you just looked so sweet. Sorry."
   "That's all right, Mom used to kiss me all the time. I kind of miss
it."
   "I'm sorry about your Mom, I wanted to tell you at the funeral, but
there were so many people around I couldn't talk to you."
   "I didn't want to talk to anybody anyway, but they wouldn't leave me
alone," Dory said resentfully.
   "You want to talk now?" Elizabeth's voice was so sympathetic that Dory
felt like crying.
   "No."
   "Ok. Can I kiss you again?"
   "Ok, I guess. But not a deep one, I can't stand deep kisses."
   "Fine, I don't know what they are anyway," Elizabeth whispered as she
moved her mouth closer to Dory's while looking into her soft, brown
eyes. Dory finally closed her eyes and let her lips touch her
cousin's. At first it was a delicate touch. In a moment it grew more
urgent. Dory felt an arm go around her body. She rolled over on her
back and allowed Elizabeth to lay atop her. As the kiss grew more prolonged
and more passionate, Dory felt Elizabeth's tongue explore her mouth. She
didn't mind any more, she opened her mouth and fenced with her tongue.
She sucked Elizabeth's tongue into her mouth and giggled at the desperate
choking sound coming from Elizabeth.
   "What are you trying to do, rip my tongue out?" Elizabeth complained
loudly. She suddenly remembered her brother in the calf barn. With a
hiss she leaned gently forward and looked through the small door. Billy
was gone. She pulled the loop from the nail and lowered the door.
   "I'm hot," Elizabeth finally confessed.
   "Me too," Dory said with a soft smile. "I fantasied about taking a
roll in the hay, but never with a girl, especially my own cousin."
   "A roll in the hay?"
   "Never mind, it's an old joke."
   "Dory, can you do me one more favor?"
   "What?" Dory asked suspiciously.
   "Well I know we'll be roommates for the next couple of years, but I'd
really like to see your tits up close, while we have a chance. I've
never seen a pair of soft, firm tits like yours before in my life."
   "You want me to take my blouse off and show you my tits? Dory asked
incredulously.
   "Yeah. Do you mind?" Elizabeth's face was so innocent that Dory knew
she couldn't be faking such naivety.
   "Well ok, but just a couple of buttons. I'm not laying up here with
my chest hanging out if your brother comes up," Dory said as she began
to unbutton the top buttons of her blouse.
   "He won't be up. He does the same thing every day, he reads his
smutty books, heads for the calf barn, then takes a shower and goes to
sleep for a couple of hours. Except today he didn't read his smutty
books, probably because he was fantasizing about you," Elizabeth said with a
giggle.
   "There, that's it," Dory said as she pulled open the top of her
blouse to reveal her ample breasts.
   "Are you wearing a bra?" Elizabeth asked as her slender hand shot out and
began to fondle Dory's left breast.
   "Sort of it's the kind that lifts... ouh," Dory said with a soft
sigh.
   "Does that feel good?" Elizabeth asked excitedly. She rubbed her finger
over the nipple again and watched Dory's mature, sweet face twist in pleasure. ......can you guess the rest ? read sexstories at smuterotica enter here

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