Country Girls Growing Up On The Farm

We grew up in our little neck of the world. We all lived on one property, but each family had their own house. Our grandparents lived in the house facing the road, with the long driveway up to it. We were homeschooled, mostly because the little school in town was too far away. My mother was the teacher, and my uncle was the coach, shop and other boy things teacher.

The farm was pretty big, over 500 acres and it took all of everybody to run it. No outside help so we only saw other people when we went to town. In our house, four sisters and two brothers, we slept two to a bed and the boys slept in bunks. I don't remember the boys peeking or being naughty, they were up early because they had chores and didn't come back in until breakfast. The girls, our chores were in the house.

I had just turned 13 when my cousin picked my dress up and saw my panties. Reminder, in our life we had all hand me down clothes, including panties. I did what girls do in those situations, I kicked him right between the legs, crushed his nuts, and down he went. My grandmother came to his rescue. Kicking him in the nuts wasn't the right response when all he wanted to see was a girl's panties. What if I wasn't wearing panties? I got slapped for that.

The boys had a habit of peeing into the pond. Who could hit this or that and who could pee further. We watched from afar, we had our favorites, and when he won we walked around all puffed up for him. We saw penis, a lot. Boys peed in front of us, and they washed down out on the bark porch. A penis was not news in our house. Not till they started to drain their seed into the dirt. We weren't supposed to watch that, but we did. If we were caught we had our hand or our rear slapped. That was a MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS thing.

But not all their seed was wasted. As we got older we had the perfect place for their seed. The place God commanded. And if a boy was in need, a sister or cousin was there to help. No one was really a virgin once you had your set of tits. The boys decided on that, the one they wanted. Girls went along, just happy enough that a boy thought them worthy of their seed.

Grandbabies were everywhere, all the grandbabies were brothers or sisters or cousins. There just wasn't any other boys. And the girls were baby hungry.

Of course times changed and they built the highway and then the town grew in the farm's direction, and by the time we were all in our thirties the boys were working at the factories and we had hired help with the farm. I'll tell you, no one ever opened their legs for hired help. Not one of us. Ever. We had 'husbands' and when they got home from work we didn't mind being taken back to the bedroom for a good talking. That's what we called it when the boys got our pants down.

All these grandbabies are now out there in the wide wide world, some are really close to each other, but others joined the Army or went off to some college. Most of them come home for the holidays. We hear a lot about them being brothers and sisters, but that is how it was. No boys for the girls, plenty of girls for the boys. And boys and girls make babies.