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Dad kept us working almost constantly for ten more days. We would still be allowed the usual sex relief twice a day, but John and I only did Fran’s butt once a day at lunch due to our remorse and embarrassment, in addition to our fatigue. We were mostly doing low priority chores that could have waited months or years. We repainted the pump shed, machine shed, and the rest of the house. We built a dozen bird houses and hung them on poles, cut two years’ worth of firewood, and cleaned things nobody would ever see or care about. Dad even had us sweep as much of the hay loft as we could, move the fifty tons of hay a bale at a time, then sweep the rest. We knew we deserved it. We had broken the law, and worse yet, centuries of tradition, so we didn’t complain.
From the time our parents first told us about marriage and love, we knew dating was very serious. When a couple were matched, each family gave them a box of 50 condoms. The couple lived with the woman’s family for the first 50, then with the man’s for the rest of their dating. If they stayed together long enough to use 100 or if the woman got pregnant, they got married. 99’ers were those who broke up shortly before running out of condoms or refused to marry when they should. Few people were willing to risk dating a 99’er, so many of them ended up as spinsters when they turned 25 and were still single. Spinsters stayed with their parents or other family, unless a miracle happened, and somebody married them. They were last in line to become a Matron or Patron, and very few would be willing to date or marry them because of their low social status. Spinsters were only a little better than 99’ers.
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At supper time we got a big surprise. Dad walked in the house with a lady much older and announced, “Family, this is Gertrude Holmes, from four farms Northwest of us. You can call her Granny Gert. Gert, these are my kids John, Jake, and Fran.
The Holmes family and ours are partner families now. If they need help on their farm we’ll do what we can for them. If there’s something we can’t handle, they’ll help us out too. We’re trading matrons for a week. We can finally get blowjobs again, and their guys get to try some anal.”
Fran timidly asked, “Um, don’t they have a Patron, his two brothers, and their four sons?”
Gertrude smiled and said, “Three brothers and five sons that are men now and need relief twice a day. My son Luke is Patron and he’s married, so his wife provides his sex. She’s a good cook too, and the daughters help clean a lot. You’ll mostly take care of my other sons’ and grandsons’ sex needs.” Fran looked nervous and unhappy, knowing she’d be getting dicks up her bum around 15 times a day.
Gert turned toward John and I. “I’ve been giving blowjobs close to sixty years, since I was 19. All the guys say I’m great at it. Having no teeth helps a lot.” When she said that, I felt nauseous and came close to vomiting. I noticed my brother looked sick too.
I was disappointed that I’d lose Fran for a while, but much more, I was horrified that I’d be having any kind of sex with a woman twice my father’s age. Gert smiled and added, “More good news for you boys. Since I’m way past breeding age, you can try my pussy too.” I struggled to control my stomach.
After helping us milk the cows that night, Dad drove Fran to the Holmes farm, and Granny Gert gave me a blowjob in the living room. I was dreading it at first and closed my eyes when she started. I imagined it was Mom’s mouth on my cock. I remembered how good I had felt the many times Mom had given me blowjobs at lunch time and before bed. Once I put Gert out of my mind, it felt wonderful. My fantasy shifted to my little sister Fran, and I quickly climaxed. I opened my eyes once my cock stopped pumping, and said, “Thanks, Granny Gert. That was really nice.” It was the best blowjob I’d ever had, but I still felt a bit sick after.
After John came in her mouth at the end of his blowjob, Gert said, “All young men want to know what a vagina feels like too. Go ahead Jake.” She dropped her panties, lifted the back of her dress, and leaned over the sofa arm. I was about to have real sex for the first time, but the sight didn’t attract me at all. Her butt was fat and wrinkly, and she had some big ‘meat curtain’ outer labia. I pushed through my hesitation and slid my dick into her very hairy crack. Her pubic bush may have been exciting if it was any color but gray. I leaned down with my belly on her back and gave her cavernous cunt a try for at least ten minutes. I had always imagined the mystery of pussy sex to be a euphoric pleasure, but hers was quite disappointing. It was more like sticking my penis in a bowl of warm soup, and barely stimulated me enough to keep my dick hard. I pulled out and said, “Thanks, Gert.”
She surprised me by saying, “I know it’s not great anymore. You can finish in my mouth again.” She only had to suck me a couple of minutes before I went off, imagining Andrea, the pretty blonde down the road. When she started fucking my little brother John, I walked upstairs to bed.
As I started to fall asleep I admitted to myself that Gert’s blowjobs were great, if I kept my eyes closed. I woke up the next morning dreaming of kissing Andrea, while sliding my dick into my sister’s ass.
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