Hannah's Family Farm

Hannah’s Family Farm

Sophia Sands

Hannah’s Family Farm

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This book is intended for 18+ adult audiences only, and contains intense sexual themes. All characters are 18+.

Caught By My Brothers

My brothers weren’t smart, but they were wily. Shaun was the smartest of the pair, and that wasn’t saying much. At 24, he was big and strong, but spoke mostly in grunts. I knew he was capable of more, but he just didn’t see the point. Brandon was 22, and just as big and stubborn. The two of them were still living at home, taking up space and eating food while barely contributing. Our farm didn’t need that many hands to work it, but there wasn’t much else available around here. We were pretty far from town, and even that was practically abandoned at this point. We were lucky the school bus was willing to come past our long driveway, so we were able to get at least a grade 8 education, but since the high school bus didn’t come down our road, Pa said we’d learned enough, and put us to work in the barn and fields.

I wasn’t about to let my brain turn to mush, though. Ma brought me books to read when she went to the city to sell her handmade baskets. She was down there every weekend in the summer, at a farmer’s market where the rich folks shopped. Those baskets brought in a good chunk of our income, and once in a while, another vendor showed up with used books, and Ma bought me a stack of whatever was cheapest. I read them all, I didn’t care. But the ones I liked best were the sappy romances where a girl was swept away by a gentle, soft man who treated her like a delicate flower. It was so far out of my realm of experience, it may as well have been about aliens. Ma must not have looked closely at the books she picked, not that she could read much anyways. She was barely literate, and Pa wasn’t much better.

Pa didn’t let me go to the market with her. He kept me home since I finished school, and the only men I ever saw were my family, or a few remaining old fellas in town. All the young people had moved away, so going into town to the small store for essentials was no treat. How was I ever going to meet some dashing man who would take me away from this place? It wasn’t too likely that a handsome, rich stranger would show up here and fall in love with me at first sight.

My brothers seemed to be fine with staying at home, and grumbled when they had to take turns each week going to the market with Ma. Didn’t they want to meet a girl and get married? I once asked Ma if she saw any way I could get out into the world and try to make a life for myself, and she shook her head. She said Pa wanted me at home, and what Pa wanted, Ma went along with.

“But Ma, don’t you want grandchildren? How am I supposed to get married and have kids if I’m stuck here all the time?”

Ma looked oddly at me, almost like she felt guilty, and looked away.

“Never mind all that, Hannah. Once you’re of age, things will come together. I can’t tell you more right now, but your Pa has a plan.”

That made it sound like he was going to arrange a marriage. Ma wouldn’t say another word on the topic, and I put it out of my mind. I was only 17 when I asked her that question, and I’d turned 19 a few weeks ago, so maybe I’d find out Pa’s plan soon. In the meantime, my brothers were acting worse than usual around me, and I’d started avoiding them.

They’d always been jerks to me. Teasing me, pinching me wherever they could reach, tickling me till I cried for mercy. They made fun of my short height and slim build, and yanked on my waist long blonde hair. But recently, their hands wandered where they shouldn’t when they were pestering me. A few times, they caught my nipple in a pinch, and when they did it this morning, I screamed and ran to Pa to complain. He just swatted my ass and told me to play nice with my brothers. He said they were bored, and I was the only entertainment around.

Pa was even bigger than my brothers. Tall and strong, his shoulders were massive, and his arms so muscled, he could haul a log on his own to the bucking stand. He was strict and grumpy, not a loving dad like I read about in some books. When Pa said to do something, you may as well do it, ‘cuz he was even more stubborn than my brothers.

I stomped off with a huff, and when they tried it again just an hour later, I bit Shaun’s bicep and he let my nipple go with a laugh.

“Look at Hannah, biting like a feral cat. Maybe she’s in heat?”

Brandon laughed, and tried to grab me by the waist. “One way to find out!” I slipped out of his grasp, and made a run for it. My short little legs were no match for those boys, though, and they caught up to me, knocking me to the dirt with them piled on top. I thrashed around, trying to get out from under their huge bodies, but they held me down, shifting around to press me down with my face in the dirt while Brandon sat on the backs of my thighs and Shaun held my shoulders and arms down.

“Check if she’s wet and ready, Bran.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but figured it out when Brandon shoved his hand up my skirt and under my panties, and squeezed a finger between my thighs to feel for my private area. I tried to buck him off, lifting my butt off the ground to dislodge him, but that only let him get that finger in further, rubbing along my folds. I opened my mouth to scream for Ma or Pa, and Shaun slapped a meaty hand against my lips.

“Keep that mouth shut, Hannah. You don’t want Ma or Pa seeing you acting like a slut, letting your brother’s finger in your pussy, do you?”

I stilled, horrified. I’d seen the word slut in some of my books, and it meant a woman who liked men to do dirty things to her. That didn’t apply to me at all. I didn’t like my brother feeling me down there. Though I did like reading about those things. Did that make me a slut?

Brandon felt along my seam, and poked at the entrance to my virgin hole. He prodded a bit, then pulled his hand out from between my thighs.

“She’s bone dry. Might need to get her worked up. Maybe seeing our dicks will get her ready.”

My eyes bugged out. I yelled against the ...