/elit/ - Erotic Literature

The Farm Just Dumb 19/06/14(Fri)21:50 No. 26089 ID: 8d211f

Something I've been working on, if people are interested, I'll post more:

The Farm

It was a warm day on the farm. The type of heat that makes you willing to walk around with nothing but shorts on, bare chested in the sun. The temperature was tempered by a slight breeze that had nearly evaporated the sweat off Jason Knauer’s chest and back before he left the intensity of the sun for the cool of the air-conditioned indoors. The chilled air gave him a slight shiver and gooseflesh, his bare nipples hardening against the cool of his kitchen. Jason grabbed his t-shirt off the back of the bar stool, poured himself a tall glass of iced sun tea and headed up to his studio.
To call Jason’s property a farm was being overly descriptive. Craving space from the chaos of the city, Jason had purchased 35 acres out in the countryside on which he grew a modest amount of vegetables and housed four horses. But he considered it his farm, referred to it that way. It was his escape from the rest of society, an isolated space he could work and focus. His routine, especially in the warm days of the summer, included getting up early, tending the horses and turning them out to pasture, weeding and various chores in the vegetable garden and then heading up to his studio to work. Lately, he was working on a novel.
Jason was a writer of what he considered moderate success. Since his second book was published to some acclaim, he hadn’t had to work a day job in years. After his third book, a collection of short stories did better than he’d expected, he purchased his farm and relocated to the country. He kept an address at a small studio in the city which he used only on the occasions he needed to be in for various meetings with publishers. Since the city was over an hour drive away, it was often easier to stay at least overnight, depending on the length of his stay.
When he stayed in the city, Jason employed a neighbor kid, Ashton, (thirteen or fourteen years old, Jason could never keep up) to come take care of the horses in his absence. He also had this kid, teenager or young man really, come over several times a week to muck the horse stalls and mow the lawn. For his labors, Jason paid the kid well, more than he could make for any other summer job. He saw it as a kind of retainer. Since Jason could be away at a moment’s notice, it made sense to have a kind of beckon call situation with the boy.
Jason sat down at this computer and opened his word document containing the novel in progress. He began to write. His main character and heroine, the young twenty something girl navigating her way through college as a poor student had found her way to paying the tuition costs by stripping at a club in one town over. Unfortunately for her, she had seen one of her professors in the audience, and more importantly, he had seen her. When her grades began to slip in this professor’s class, he had offered her a deal: a private session and he would make sure she passed with a solid “A” ensuring she maintain her perfect 4.0 so she could get into medical school.
He was busy composing the scene in which Miranda, his heroine, is getting ready to go to visit her professor at home. She is anxious and unsure what he might expect of her, other than a private strip session and likely a lap dance. If he pushes, how far is she willing to go to keep her grades up. Jason’s train of thought was interrupted by a movement outside his window. Looking up from his screen, he saw Ashton, the hired help, walking down by the horse barn. Looking over at his calendar, he frowned. He was certain Ashton wasn’t supposed to come over until tomorrow. He wondered if there had been a need to change days and he had forgotten. This he doubted, fairly confident in his memory.
Jason watched as Ashton came to stop near the side entrance to the barn. He looked around, up toward the house and around the yard. If he saw Jason in his window he certainly made no sign that he had. Jason wondered why he was just standing there until a moment later it became clear. Someone else was nearby. Ashton looked back toward the trees and beckoned to someone not yet in Jason’s line of sight. Ashton was talking. A small person emerged from the trees, somewhat shorter than Ashton and with dark brown almost black hair. From the long hair and thin body, Jason assumed this second person was a girl. To his knowledge, Ashton had never brought anyone over to help him, certainly never a girl.
Jason watched with fascinated curiosity as the girl walked over the Ashton and grasped his outstretched hands. The way she held his, Jason could only assume she was some sort of girlfriend of his. He seemed young to have a girlfriend, but what did Jason know? When he was Ashton’s age, he recalled having a healthy fascination with girls and had even kissed a few in the back seat of the bus where the driver couldn’t see. They would spend the whole ride making out, Jason had even got to touch one of the girl’s (Emily was her name) breast over her shirt. All he could recall of the incident was the feel of her training bra under her shirt and the raging hard on pressed against his jeans. He smiled at the memory and shook his head.
Outside, near the barn, Ashton was saying something to the girl. She seemed younger than him from the distance, but perhaps she was just short. From his window, she didn’t seem to have much of a feminine shape to her, but that could be misleading, some girls were just thin. The girl was shaking her head, seemingly not in total agreement with whatever they were discussing. Finally, Ashton cast a glance around the property and again toward the house, the girl’s gaze followed his. Then he opened the barn door and they disappeared from view.
The whole scenario peaked Jason’s curiosity. What would Ashton being doing here on a day he wasn’t supposed to? Why would he bring anyone along? He thought through the various scenarios and nothing made sense. He watched the door the of the barn for at least ten minutes figuring he was probably showing his young girlfriend the horses he helped take care of and would be promptly back out and on his way. Jason could see how that might have helped him when he was that age. Girls are often fond of horses. But the horses weren’t in the barn, they were out in the pasture, and Ashton and the girl never came back out.
Curiosity and a growing twinge of resentment at being interrupted when his writing had been going so well got the better of him. He stood up and made his way downstairs. It occurred to him as he reached for the back door to his house that perhaps Ashton had brought his girlfriend over here to make out. Why they would pick a dirty smelly barn was beyond him. There was plenty of open space covered with trees, including a small creek, where the two could go make out in seclusion, why his barn? He wondered what the two were doing, trying to speculate. Nothing about the scene spelled romance and yet he could think of no other reason to be there..
He decided to head down quietly in order to catch them in the act. He certainly didn’t want his property that he had coveted for its isolation to become the neighborhood make out spot. If he could put a good scare in Ashton then he could be fairly positive the boy wouldn’t pull any stunt like this again.
He approached the barn from the main door. He had left it halfway open to allow for a cross breeze in the barn as the afternoon got even warmer. Even from a relative distance, the distinct smell of horses filled the air. It wasn’t a bad smell, but not a good one either. In short, it smelled of horse shit mixed with hay and grain and straw. He neared the barn as quietly as he could, first peeking around the open door to see if he could spy the two trespassers. Not seeing anyone, he stepped silently into the relative darkness of the interior. He stopped and let his eyes adjust. Faintly, her heard voices, barely above a whisper. They were coming from above him. And it dawned on him. The loft.
The barn had been built by the previous owner, but the loft had a peculiar design. The front part was relatively open, storage for hay and straw with an opening in the floor to hoist and lower the stores. There was a ladder leading up that hole. However, the back of the loft had an enclosed room with a window looking away from his house. Jason had guessed this room had served as an apartment or office of sorts. It was fairy well insulated and even had a small bathroom complete with a shower. To his recollection, nothing but an old couch left over from the previous owner was in that room. Jason had always meant to throw it out but never got around the process of hauling it out and throwing it down the hole for hoisting supplies up. If they were making out, it was certain that was where it was going to happen.
As he stepped silently up the ladder, he shuddered at the thought of making out on a gross old sofa, dusty with years he assumed. Then again, teenagers resort to all sorts of places in order to have youthful sexual escapades. He climbed the ladder and approached the door of the room. As he reached for the door handle, he could hear the voices within, except there was another sound mixed in as well. A moaning gasping type of sound. For the first time, and Jason wondered how he could be so slow and dull in imagination, he realized they were likely doing more than just making out. He assumed his ignorance and denial had more to do with the apparent youthful appearance of the girl. But his mind chided himself for not thinking what likely were the depths of the events unfolding in his barn.
He held his breath and listened as long as he could. He grasped the handle and turned it, opening the door and surprising the room’s occupants.

Anonymous 19/06/15(Sat)15:04 No. 26090 ID: 4d1e6e

...and?

The Farm Just+Dumb 19/06/17(Mon)23:25 No. 26093 ID: 5450a1

The Farm continued. Comment if you want me to continue

Nicole was her legal name, but Jason recalled her telling him she had an official name, a Chinese name. But he couldn’t remember what it was. He was trying to remember as he walked through the woods with Nicole, holding her hand. Neither of them was saying anything. The gravity of their decision was weighing heavily on his mind; he assumed it was on her’s as well. She kept her eyes down for the most part, as if looking for things to trip over with quick furtive glances around and up at him. He would catch her glance, smile shyly and squeeze her hand. She would squeeze back.

He was taller than she was, but he was taller than every girl he knew. And she was younger than he was. Ashton didn’t know exactly how to feel about her age. In one corner of his brain, he liked to think that age was relative and shouldn’t matter. After all, his parents had an age gap of eight years. Nicole’s father was five years older than her mother. But in another corner, he wondered if that mattered less because they were adults. There was almost a four year age gap between him and Nicole and if he was honest with himself, it worried him on some level. He knew his friends at school would laugh at him if they knew she was only eleven. But it was summer and he rarely saw his friends from school. Nicole would be going to middle school next year, he would be going into the tenth grade and would soon be fifteen.

He shrugged it off as he did every other time he thought about it. What else could he do? Stop seeing her? To his knowledge, in this damn barren place his parents insisted on living in, she was the only girl roughly his age if you didn’t count the two girls who were one and two grades ahead of him. Being with an older girl was completely out of the question. He couldn’t wait until he could drive and his summers would be more eventful, his parents not liking to drive him around. And besides, Nicole had been somewhat infatuated with him for a couple of years now.

Everyone assumed that she liked him as an older brother, and so had he until recently. Nicole, as an only child, had seemed eager to have someone to look up to. Ashton, the youngest of three and his two older brothers having already left the house for college, was used to being with people, but also fiercely independent. Nicole’s family had moved into the neighborhood when she was nine and her attachment to him was nearly immediate. So much so that her parents had sometimes arranged to have Nicole stay with Ashton’s family when her parents had to work late. Consequentially, the two spent a great deal of time together.

Ashton liked Nicole. To him, it was fun to have a little sister. They could go out and explore together and she never shied away from doing any of the things he liked to do, and they typically showed back up at the house covered in mud or dirt from riding bikes and splashing in the creek. Oftentimes, she was like his little shadow. It wasn’t until her eleventh birthday that when he noticed a change. As she blew the candles on her cake out, she kept her eye on him. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he knew her wish had something to do with him.

The rest of her party, as the friends she had from school ran around together, he noticed she hung back closer to him. Her hand brushed his frequently, something he had never noticed before. A few days later, on a chilly spring afternoon, Ashton had been playing video games when Nicole came over. While sitting close him was nothing new, they had spent hours in close contact playing video games together (she was nearly as good as he was) this particular time she sat so close their legs were touching.

It wasn’t the first time Ashton had noticed that Nicole was a girl. After all, he had spent a great deal of time with her over the past couple of years. Her femininity was painfully obvious in some situations and she wasn’t anywhere near as strong as he was, though much of that was also due to her small stature and being younger. When they went swimming or mudding through the creek, Ashton could sometimes just strip to his boxers without a thought edgewise. Nicole always kept her clothes on or wore her two-piece swimming suit. The reality was, with very few exceptions he noticed her gender the same way an older brother was aware that his younger sister was a girl. It ended there.

The day she sat so close to him he could feel the warmth of her thigh on his, this began to change. After all, he was a boy, one going through the throes of teenage hormonal imbalance. He could find himself gilded with a boner and horny at the drop of a pin, for no detectable reason at all. When he was alone, often he would remedy this situation by slipping into the bathroom near his bedroom where his mother always kept a bottle of scentless lotion, lubing his hand and jacking off, cumming into a tissue and flushing the evidence down the toilet.

Masturbation was no foreign arena for Ashton. He wasn’t a compulsive masturbator, no more so than any other boy his age, nor did he obsess over sex like some of this friends. He had a mild curiosity in girls, he knew more or less what they looked like from books of paintings his mother collected and from the few torn out pages his friend Allan had extracted from his father’s extensive, albeit old, Playboy collection. The girls in the photos had large breasts and hairy genitalia. The only shaved pussy he’d ever seen was on the internet at Allan’s house. Allan had gotten caught for that, despite how brief the viewing had been. Ashton was more interested in sports and being outside to want to spend a bunch of time looking at porn. Besides, his mother worked from home, he was never alone and didn’t have a computer or a TV in his room.

But he had started masturbating when he was twelve. He had a twelve-year-old understanding of what sex was, knew the basics and was generally curious. When he woke up one Saturday morning with a boner and more or less accidentally rubbed it against the soft fleece blanket, he instinctively moaned with pleasure. A brilliant idea popped into his head. If his blanket felt this good, he had stuffed animals that were even softer. He grabbed one and shoved it under the blanket. Within seconds, the stuffed animal was underneath him, his hips thrusting and grinding his young cock against the soft fur. When he came, he felt slightly worried about the white fluid (he knew it was sperm and what is was for) would look like on his stuffed toy. He shoved it between his mattress and wall and every other day or so used it to bring himself to climax until it was crusted over and the fur was matted with his dried semen. He had graduated to using his hand when while showering, he had similarly gotten an erection. While soaping his body, he had felt a unique pleasure of his hand on his slick cock and he thought of the lotion within minutes. The rest was history.

Not having any actual sisters, Ashton wasn’t certain, but he figured most boys wondered what girls looked like naked. Even their sisters. He had, without a doubt, contemplated what Nicole would like naked. But she was so young, so innocent and the thought had never much left that standard curiosity. As she sat next to him, these idle thoughts took on a wicked new dimension, one he couldn’t control. She was wearing yoga pants. He was certain she had worn these pants before. Perhaps he noticed now because of how close she was sitting or perhaps she had grown a little and the material had become that much tighter. In either case, as she sat next to him, the black stretch pants seemed to have snugged themselves up close to her crotch. Ashton could make out the general v-shape of her genitals and see where the center seem of her crotch had wedged its way in between her lower lips.

Once he noticed it, he couldn’t seem to advert his attention. The video game they were playing became secondary as his eyes kept shifting from the television screen to the outline visible in Nicole’s lap. Suddenly, he found himself extremely curious about what Nicole would look like naked. Did she have any hair down there? He noticed she had small swells on her chest and he assumed her breasts had begun growing. She was probably wearing a bra of some sort. To complicate matters, this newfound train of thought was having an unintended effect on his body as his cock began to stiffen. It hardened along the inside of his right thigh until it began to press on his loose and thin gym shorts. He could tell it was there as it began to randomly pulse and move the material in which it was caught. He was certain, if Nicole should look, she would also notice. He assumed, he hoped, she was still just a child and had no interest. But he thought he caught her looking periodically in that direction, little subtle shifts of her head gave him that perception. And if anything, Nicole only pressed more of her thigh into his.

After loosing the game in large part to his combined focus and embarrassment (and Ashton seldom lost in a video game, even to Nicole) he excused himself the to bathroom. As soon as the door was shut and locked, he yanked down his shorts and let his cock have the freedom to achieve the position it so desperately and somewhat painfully had desired. He lost no time lathering his hand in lotion and sliding it over his very hard boner. He couldn’t recall a time when he had been this hard. His thoughts were entrenched on the image of Nicole’s outlined crotch still very fresh in his mind. He stroked fast and hard and in a matter of minutes he grunted and spewed his cum hard enough to overshoot the tissue he was holding and hit the mirror behind the toilet. After his surprise subsided and he laughed quietly, he cleaned up his mess, flushed the evidence down and adjusted his shorts to hide the stubborn remainder of his erection.

As Ashton reached the stairs that led down into the living room where the TV was and Nicole was still waiting on his rematch, he noticed from above that Nicole had crossed her legs and appeared to be squeezing them together, the corner of the controller held against the apex of her crotch as her upper thighs tightened around it. Was Nicole pressing the controller against her vagina? The question alone gave added fuel to his still somewhat stiff cock, causing it to only grow again instead deflate as he’d hoped. He deliberately made more noise than necessary as he started down the stairs and watched out of his peripheral as she quickly removed the controller from her lap and twisted to look at him. She appeared to blush.

Ashton’s mother walked into the room. She paused a few steps in and glanced between the two, Nicole still sitting on the sofa, blush holding on her cheeks, and her son stepping hesitantly down the stairs. She could sense an awkwardness, as if she had caught them doing something. They were so far separated in the room she couldn’t begin to image what they possibly could have been doing other than playing the video game still on the screen.

“What are you two up to?” she asked, looking at Ashton.

“Playing video games,” he said. “I had to use the restroom,” he added as if to explain why he was coming down the stairs. He realized the how ridiculous this sounded, especially considering there was a half bathroom just down the hall from the sofa they had been sitting on. His mom didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Have either of you done your homework?”

“No,” they replied in unison.

“Jinx,” Nicole said, smiling up at Ashton. He was relieved to see she was back to her old self.

“Well, it’s a school night. Both of you finish your homework before you play anymore games. I will start dinner in a half hour. Nicole, I assume you’re eating here this evening?”

“Yea, I think both my mom and dad in town late today,” Nicole said.

“Mom, can we finish this level?” Ashton asked.

“No. Homework first, games second.”

“Okay, fine.” He sighed and walked down the steps. He crossed into the kitchen and grabbed both his and Nicole’s school bags and brought them back into the room, setting hers down on the floor in front of the sofa. He sat down and pulled out his algebra workbook and began to flip through the pages. Putting on some music, he hummed while got to work on chapter twelve.

After ten minutes of working, Nicole got off the sofa and set her history book on the floor and lay down on her stomach. She rested her elbows on the soft rug and resumed reading, kicking her legs slowly back and forth. As he watched her get up and relocate to the floor, Ashton couldn’t help but notice that her yoga pants weren’t just tight on her crotch, they had snugged up her round butt as well. He had never really paid attention to her ass before and couldn’t really determine why he was looking attentively at it now but the mystery was less important than the fact that sight of her nicely shaped but was causing his cock to grow again. When she bent over to place the book on the ground, Ashton was certain that the material stretched thin enough to be somewhat see through. He could see the cleft of her ass and the evidence of a pink colored thong. It was no surprise that Nicole wore underwear, he would have assumed as much. The fact that he could see it and the idea of it being small, sexy and revealing was too much to take. His cock grew to full hardness again.

Once she was lying on her stomach, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Fortunately for him, she was facing away from him. He had a clear line of sight and she couldn’t see him watching. He was mesmerized by her firm, round butt as she slowly kicked her legs. And when she adjusted her legs further apart in order to get comfortable, he could once again see the way her pants snugged up and revealed the shape of her pussy. He sighed more audibly than he’d anticipated.

Right as he reached down adjusted the rock hard problem in his shorts, Nicole heard him sigh and turned her head and looked back at him. Ashton quickly adverted his eyes and pretended like he had been looking at his book the whole time but he knew she had seen him looking at her, seen his hand relocate his obvious protuberance. It was his turn to blush, which only served to make him all the more embarrassed, as he knew how red he turned when he blushed.

Ashton could feel her eyes on him. He looked up past his eyebrows and watched as her eyes shifted from the redness of his face to the evidence pushing at his shorts. A slow smile grew across her face. She squirmed a little shifting her hips and pulling her legs tight together. He hoped she hadn’t sensed what he was looking at and chastely pulled her legs together. No matter how much he tried to focus on math, it was of no use, he could still see the tight ass and the space between her legs, the images were seared in his brain. His cock ached, he needed to stroke it again. But he had just used the restroom, had just relieved himself, he would look silly getting up again. Besides, he was certain she had seen his bulging cock and it would be all the more visible if he stood. So, he stayed put and silently willed it to go down, forced himself to look away while Nicole lay prone on the floor.

The rest of the evening seemed an eternity in which Jason was forced to wait before he could jerk off again. His whole body ached in a way he’d never before experienced, an ache that started deep in the pit of his stomach and spread down his legs, his torso, his arms, even behind his eyes. He felt a tense anxiety, an inexpressible need to release pressure. Every time he felt the tension ease the slightest bit, he would catch a view of Nicole’s yoga pant covered crotch revealing the shape beneath and he would harden and the whole process would begin again. Until she went home, Nicole continued to cast what seemed to be knowing, mischievous grins in his direction. She knew, he was convinced, and she probably assumed he was some teenage pervert.

And she was so much younger then him, he did feel kind of like a pervert. He was feeling especially guilty, he was being a voyeur, staring at her crotch like trying to peek up her skirt. Despite the evidence of growing tits on her chest, he wasn’t even sure she going through puberty yet. What did that make him? A pedophile? And to top it off, she was essentially like a little sister. Here he was, obsessively staring at his sister’s crotch, imagining what she looked like naked and couldn’t wait to masturbate while fantasizing about doing all sorts of unmentionably dirty things with her. He felt retched.

That was until his rock hard dick was again in his hand. For the first time, Ashton masturbated facing the mirror, watching his cock as his hand furiously stroked over it. He was even more aroused and he narrowed his eyes, pretending he was watching Nicole give him a hand job. It didn’t take long until he was jetting ropes of thick cum all over the sink. As the blood slowly seeped back into the rest of his body, his dick felt a little sore in his hand and the aching feeling from spending the entire evening erect still held on in his balls.

That day changed everything for Ashton. Until then, he had fantasized about girls he saw at school, in fashion magazines like his mother’s victoria secret catalogue, or ones he simply made up in his mind. After spying Nicole’s feminine features, he was mesmerized by her. He was never able to see her the same again. Every time she came over he was watch her, looking for any sign of reciprocation, a glance at her crotch, anything he could get.

Anonymous 19/06/18(Tue)23:20 No. 26094 ID: f21f4d

Yes please more!

Anonymous 19/07/13(Sat)19:51 No. 26122 ID: 76bc2b

>>26093
nice, more please, reminds me of Roommates and Darkness at the End of the Tunnel. great read

Anonymous 19/08/12(Mon)10:14 No. 26147 ID: 917942

>>26093
Applauds author. great story.

Anonymous 19/08/21(Wed)15:54 No. 26184 ID: bbe66b

interesting so far. do go on please.

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