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My parents and grandparents had all been happily married until one of them died. Nobody within three farms of us had divorced or cheated that I knew of either. Country folk are less hedonistic and immoral than those in the big city, and we’re becoming kinder and more tolerant too. They used to be scorned and even outlawed, but things were improving for gays and lesbians. If they dated somebody of the opposite sex long enough to use 50 condoms and still preferred their own gender, they were allowed to date and marry who they wanted. It could get uncomfortable or disturbing if a homosexual became a Matron or Patron and needed to provide relief for the opposite sex, but families adapted. The Randolph family just South of us had a gay Patron and lesbian Matron, so they each provided oral for the gender they liked.
The only other questionable ones were the Allards, three farms to the West of us. The Matron and Patron were a married brother and sister who had gotten sterilized and adopted children. Incest is major crime, and spinsters and sterile people are the only exceptions. The Allards didn’t even follow the yearly traditions on Marriage Night, when married couples celebrated their love by sleeping with two or three other couples, or the spring and autumn Love Nights, when everybody age 21 or older got together for the twice-yearly orgies. The Allards were okay under the law, but most people thought they were strange and tried to avoid them.
The first scandal in our family’s history was Frannie being matched with the neighbor boy Elias because they got caught holding hands at only age 18. They wouldn’t be allowed to date until they were 20, as usual. Unrelated single people touching each other before they dated was quite shameful because it implied their Matron or Patron didn’t teach them right or wasn’t taking care of their needs like they should. Fran and Elias had to listen to a dating and marriage law lecture from the Alderman in front of both families, then he investigated. Dad had to show everybody he could make Fran cum with his mouth, to be sure she was getting the relief she needed. Elias’ aunt was Matron of their family and had to give him a blowjob to prove he was being taken care of properly too. A week later Fran told me she cried at the end partly from shame, but mostly because she felt terrible about disappointing our parents. That was several months ago, before we lost Mom, who had looked even more distressed than Fran or Elias.
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Lately, things were going great. Our family got our corn and soybeans in the ground just before a three-day thunderstorm began. It was a good sign, getting rain right after planting. The first crop of hay was done too, so we could take it easy for the first time since winter. We’d need to fertilize the crops in a few weeks and make hay again about two months later. After that, we would only need to care for the chickens and cows, tend our family garden, and repair a few fences until harvest time.
When Dad took the family to the Parish Fair, my older brothers Jim and Joe went to the Matching Tent with him. The rest of us were under 20, so we weren’t allowed to find a match and date yet. John, Fran, and I played darts, ring toss, and a few other carnival games while we waited for them. When they left the tent Dad said he didn’t find anybody he liked, but Joe told us the women didn’t like Dad because he only wanted to talk about Mom and cows. I understood, since cows were very important to us, and Mom had only been gone a month.
Joe and Jim were each holding ladies by the hand. Jim introduced us to his date Becky. I thought she was chubby but kind of cute. Joe was with Lena, who only lived two farms North of us. In school I’d had a crush on Lena’s younger sister Andrea. I thought Lena would be attractive too, except for her big nose. Jim and Joe went home with their dates, and the rest of us wandered the fair playing games, eating special treats, and having a good time.
Bedtime was even better than usual, without Joe and Jim. Dad licked Fran until she came, then rode her rump and went to his room. John and I took turns licking her and stuffing her butt three times each. She even agreed to sleep in my bed with us, so we could give her some more anal when we woke during the night. I’d never loved anything even half as much as I loved my little sister’s ass.
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In the morning, Dad was furious. “What the HELLS do you think you’re doing? Only married people sleep in the same bed! They don’t even sleep together when they’re dating! You could do incest by accident in your sleep! Do you want to end up in jail, or worse yet, spinsters? I …” He was bright red and clenching his fists. “I oughta call the Alderman, but that would embarrass the whole family! Get your clothes on and go to the barn! RIGHT NOW!”
Dad ran us ragged most of the day, ordering us to keep cleaning the barn until lunch time. He even made us wash the barn windows and sweep the cobwebs from the ceiling, not that the cows cared. He grabbed something to eat while we sorted out the tools in the machine shed and moved a big stack of fence posts from one side of the shed to the other by hand. Considering the trouble we were in, my siblings and I weren’t about to mention being hungry because we missed breakfast and lunch.
After the barn and machine shed, he had us scrape the old paint off the back of the house and repaint it, move a big pile of bricks, and cut up a few dead trees. By dark, we were famished and beyond exhausted. Fran had it even worse than John and I, because she still had to make supper too.
We ate silently. Dad licked and butt-stuffed Fran silently. After staring at the three of us for a moment, he strode up the stairs still looking angry. Fran, John, and I didn’t even get each other off at all. We just went to our own beds and fell asleep. I’d never been so tired or ashamed.
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