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It wasn't easy being the only boy with 6 sisters out in the middle of Iowa farm-country. It seemed for a while there that my only good friends were the sheep I raised for 4-H. Okay, I know it's sort of kinky, but I may as well level with you right away about me and the sheep. I matured earlier than most of my class-mates at school... none of them could understand it when my cock started to grow to fairly mamouth proportions. By the time I was 14 I had a full 8-incher and didn't know quite what to do with it. Fucking my sheep started somewhat by accident. I was in the barn one day beating off and one of my prize- winners sidled over toward me and pretty much "offered" herself to me. Once I got started doing that on an almost daily basis there was no more need to ever use my hand. My dad was my real idol from as far back as I can remember. He's the oldest of my grandparents two boys and therefore the logical choice to run the farm once the old folks retired. They still live here some part of the year but spend most of it in Arizona. My dad's brother Cletus and his wife live on a some- what smaller house on the property. They're trying like hell to have a kid themselves. Clinton Reed (my dad) has a reputation around the area as a philanderer. I suspect he's fooled around with every woman in the county worth fooling around with. I found a box of condoms in the glove box of his truck well after my mom's hysterectomy so I knew he didn't need them when he made it with her. For a while there I was keeping track of how quickly he'd go through a box of the Trojans. Eventually I gave up. Needless to say, my dad's no saint. When he climbs up on that big tractor and strips down to his shorts (or occasionally he'll wear those Speedos that he bought when he and mom went to Cancun on year during February) he makes quite an impression. No "farmer tan" for this guy. Hell, he spends as much time as he can exposing lots of his big muscular body to the sun. I don't think he's ever been to a health club in his life, but my old man can rival any of those lunch-hour athletes. He's also really hairy, with plenty of thick dark fur all over his chest and belly, his arms and shoulders and even a bit on his back. It bleaches out a lot in the summer but darkens up (and seems to thicken up also) in the winter. I look forward to the warmer times of the year when he almost NEVER wears a shirt. Even in the dead of winter he very often walks around the house in his underwear. Mom has asked that he not do that, especially when the girls are around, but her wishes seem to go un-heard..... certainly un-heeded. I was sixteen when mom sent me over to Clete's trailer to give him a message from someone at the co-op. I could hear the sounds of sex coming from the trailer about 50 feet away and knew I should turn and leave right away. This was before he and his wife Connie were married but they'd already set a wedding date so I figured they must have been doing it. She was a farm girl from the area but I couldn't imagine that any woman (no matter HOW excited) would have such a hoarse sound to her voice as what I heard coming from Clete's trailer. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't resist putting the ladder up to the window of the bedroom from which I heard the grunting and gutteral sex-sounds. I hoped that they wouldn't hear me as I climbed to about the middle of the ladder, far enough to see into the window. Imagine my surprise at what I saw! My uncle was having sex all right, but his fiance was nowhere to be found. "Aw shit! Yeah, take it man. Take that big cock up you hot horny ass-hole. Yeah, you like your big brother's dick up your ass don't you Cletus?" I heard my father say and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Nor could I believe what I heard as my uncle literally pleaded with my dad to fuck him harder, to "ram that big hard horse-cock way up my ass and flood my butt with your big-brother spunk!" Both of them were soaking wet with sweat (the trailer had no air-conditioning) and my dad's thick body coat seemed even denser and darker when wet. I watched in rapt amazement as my father's huge cock (it rivaled the size of the two horses we kept on the farm for stud services) slid in and out of my uncle's pulsing ass-hole. Cletus was a big guy himself, almost as hairy and as well-hung as my dad, but it was obvious from the scene I observed through the window of that trailer exactly which of them was the "older" brother. "Get ready cock-lover, I'm gonna' pump your hot ass-hole full of come!" I heard my dad say and the look on his face indicated that he was indeed shooting his load up Clete's butt, just as I'd so often done with my prize sheep. Of course I couldn't see the amount that my dad deposited up Clete's ass, but the thick ropes of spunk that jettisoned from my uncle's cock shot all over the two of them, cementing their hairy bodies together like a bucket of Elmer's glue. It was less than a month later that my dad stood in the church as Cletus's "best man" and I couldn't get over the irony of that whole situation. Clete and Connie were married for less than a year when I caught my dad in the sack with her. She went on and on about how great he was and how maybe HE could make her pregnant even if his brother couldn't seem to do the job. Jesus, my dad was fucking his brother AND his brother's wife and I should've been grossed out by the whole idea of that. Truth was it excited the hell out of me! My sister Jane came home from college one summer (I was seventeen then) with news that she was getting married. It wasn't until after dad had left the table to go do evening chores that Jane admitted to mom that her intended husband might not get along famously with dad. "What do you mean?" my mother asked, and Jane reluctantly related that her fiancee had been married before, had a couple of children he was helping support and didn't make a lot of money as a college professor. Mom related that she'd married dad when he didn't have much of an income either (of course they married right out of high school and stayed there on the farm until their first child ---Jane---was born just five months after their wedding). "Well, there's one more ....little...tiny...thing" Jane said, and she blurted out the news that her future husband was black. It was over the Fourth of July weekend that Jane's "fellow" (as mom called him) arrived to meet the family. As was customary on Sunday mornings dad sat out on the front porch swing with his Sunday paper and a cup of coffee while the rest of us went to church. The fact that Calvin was a Black Muslim meant that there was no organized service for him to attend in the middle of Iowa so he opted to stay home while the rest of us went to the local Methodist service. Halfway down the driveway I faked a bad case of stomach cramps and begged to be let out of the car before doing something that would make the entire rest of the trip into town a true disaster. I stayed in the heavy growth along side of the lane as I backtracked to the house, staying close as I approached the front porch. Rounding the corner of the house I saw a sight that both surprised and excited me. My dad stood spread-eagle with his hands against the side of the house, his legs as far apart as possible to accept Calvin's almost grotesquely huge cock up his ass. No shit, this black man had to have a fifteen inch dick and my old man was taking it up his ass as if it was a pencil. "Oh yeah, oh shit yeah, fuck my ass with that big black dick of yours. I want it bad man! Give it to me!" I heard my dad say, and from around the corner of the house I saw my dad pump out a load of spunk right onto the floor of the porch while my sister's boyfriend fucked his ass. The two of them moved into the house where they would (no doubt!) trade places for the next hour or so when they thought everyone was gone to church. I waited until they were gone and then I tiptoed up onto the porch and lapped up the puddle of cum that my dad had dropped onto the floorboards of the porch. A number of big events were happening at the same time. My eighteenth birthday occurred the day before my high school graduation. The day after was Jane and Calvin's wedding and aunt Connie's baby was due at the same time. (everyone just assumed that Cletus was the father, but I heard Connie tell my dad one day that she was certain it had been conceived on one particularly hot encounter between the two of them). On the way home from the wedding reception my mom mentioned (almost as an afterthought) that the impending birth of Connie's baby would create a problem with the traditional camping trip my dad and his brother had taken since they were teenagers. Conjuring up images of the two of them back at my age going out and spending a week fucking the shit out of one another was almost more than I could tolerate. "Maybe I should take Danny (me) this year" my dad said, and I leaped (in more ways than one) at the suggestion. It's funny how one weekend alone with someone you love can make such a difference in your life. We'd barely gotten into the truck before my dad suggested that we both strip naked for the next week. The State policeman who pulled us over for going 80 in a 55 mph zone was easily convinced to forget the ticket when dad suggested that I suck the guy's cock while he rammed his big dick up the trooper's ass. Once we reached the campsite though it was just the two of us for the next six days, doing things that no father and son ought EVER to do. It was a weekend that convinced me to give up the scholarship I'd been offered to attend college in favor of staying back to help my dad and uncle run the farm. I played dumb when dad told me how hot his brother was to be fucked, insisting that I had no idea that the two of them ever fooled around. "Yeah right kid, just like I don't know how many of those sheep you've fucked over the last five years. What a god-damned waste that was! Let's make up for lost time starting right now, what do you say?" What do you think I said?