Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2021 19:01:11 -0800 From: Tom Subject: ORGANIC CHAPTER ONE (Adult/youth and Incest) This story is my own creation and is intended for an audience appreciative of multi-partner sexual situations. Move on to the next story if you think you might be bothered. Or feel free to stop at any time and take a breather before continuing. It'll be chapter by chapter anyway. If this is illegal in your part of the world, you may want to reconsider continuing. It's up to you. This story is entirely fiction. it is not about you or me or anyone we know or have known. In our entire lives. Every writer needs feedback. You can send me some at the above address if you so desire. And, above all, don't forget to support Nifty. It's a great resource. ORGANIC CHAPTER 1 Toward the end of the Obama years when things were still relatively sane, my twin sister, Laurel, and her husband Billy decided to move into a cohousing community near Red Lodge, Montana. I had always thought of them as frustrated hippies, living the good life in San Francisco and talking the talk. I suppose I shouldn't have been too shocked when they sold their Victorian townhouse for an enormous profit and bought a small cottage at euphoniously named Caringlodge Cohousing. Though I didn't know it at the time, cohousing people are the Mormons of hippiedom. It seemed like Billy and Laurel had just moved in when Laurel started up the pressure to come for a visit - "The people are so nice, the skies are so blue, the air is so clean, the guest rooms in the common house are perfect for you and Rafe" - and on and on, all, it turns out, in the service of recruitment. On Sunday when I brought the subject of a trip to Montana up to Rafe, he said," Ha," and went back to the Times crossword puzzle. When I pressed him he said, "Mark. Cohousing is just more white privilege shit. Did you ever see a black hippie? Do you think there are any black people living in the entire fucking state of Montana? Forget your sisters little chunk of the good life. It ain't for this brother." I reminded him that just because Laurel and I had won the white skin lottery, it didn't make us and everything associated with us racist. So, once again we were off and I ended up sleeping in the guest room. Whining about needing some BBC, a term Rafe, of course, considers uber racist sealed my fate for that night. Laurel reluctantly accepted me as a solo and I found myself that June on a flight from Atlanta, by way of Dallas to Billings. I got my rental car and a map in case my Waze declined to work somewhere between Billings, Red Lodge and my sister's hippie paradise. It seemed likely. But no, my faithful electronic slave guided me, in just more than an hour, to the quaint town of Red Lodge where if I was to do any shopping on this trip, I'd be returning. About five miles out of town Waze told me to turn on a farm road and I was a mile from my destination. As soon as I turned, I noticed a group of what appeared to be quonset huts but were, it turned out, greenhouses. A a hand lettered sign in front of them announced,"Farm Stand, Fresh Organic Vegetables." Aside from the obvious physical features, one of the not twin things about Laurel and me is that she's a vegetarian. Organic vegetables, fresh from the farm, seemed like the perfect hostess gift. I hopped out of the car, stretched and looked to see who was manning the store. No one it seemed. I wandered into one of the greenhouses, then another without any sign of occupancy. As I was preparing to leave, a figure in white with its head covered in a white mesh bonnet, appeared from behind the last greenhouse and came toward me, shedding bees as he approached. A sweet adolescent voice coming out of the bee keeper suit said, "Take this brush and brush any bees off my back, would you? You're probably here for a tour or some veggies and we can do either or both as soon as I get changed". I dutifully brushed a few bees off his back, said "Okay" and handed him back the brush. He removed the hat and veil from his costume, revealing the dark haired teenager inside the suit. He was part asian, I thought, maybe Vietnamese, and some American, with a big dose of handsome. He led me into one of the greenhouses where he proceeded to strip himself of his costume. In the brief moment between beekeeper suit and jeans, I saw a pair of tightey whiteys, full to overflowing, it appeared, and a lean muscular adolescent body. If he noticed my not too subtle glance, he didn't let on. When he was dressed and I had caught my breath, he introduced himself as Josh and asked my business. "I'm on my way to visit my sister and I thought a a few organic vegetables, her being a vegetarian and all, would get my stay off to a good start," "Good idea," he said. "How about these zucchini?" he said, bending his perfect ass over a large leafed vine and producing a foot long vegetable. "These are very versatile," he observed, wiping dust off the zucchini with a familiar up and down motion. I began to feel a commonality with the zucchini that increased the blood flow to my cock. I felt a drop of precum emerge and tried to rearrange myself to accommodate my arousal. Again, if he noticed, he didn't let on. We went from greenhouse to green house collecting eggplant, carrots and cucumbers, all dutifully brushed and fondled. I was going to need clean shorts. I paid for my purchases, Josh bagged them and walked me to my car. "Thanks", he said "I hope your visit with your sister goes well. You're welcome to come back any time. I could even give you a tour of the apiary out back. I bet you'd look great in a beekeeper suit." I blushed and got in the driver's seat, my now hard cock brushing lightly against the steering wheel. I shook his hand through the open window, his warm overlong grip sending yet another surge of precum into my already damp shorts. "I'd like that," I said, putting the car in gear. "Some of your honey might be just what the doctor ordered." Once on the road again I thought about a quick car jack but I wanted some time alone with my cock to fully do justice to the afternoon's fantasies. I was sure there'd be time to mix a batch when I got to my sister's. As I was pondering this the Caringlodge sign popped up on my left and I turned in to a long drive meandering through a grove of cottonwoods. I came to what can fairly be described as a group of quaint individual cottages and duplexes randomly surrounding a large ski lodge like structure, probably the common house where I'll be staying, I thought. My sister met me in the parking lot with a big long time no see hug and, as I suspected, escorted me to the ski lodge like structure. "You'll be in the attic bedroom," she said. "Hope you don't mind the stairs." We climbed to a quaint, well furnished bedroom, under the peaked roof and bracketed by dormers with peek a boo views of the cottonwoods and driveway. The bed was a double, covered with a couple of quilts, and beside it a small dresser. It was ample for me, especially since I wasn't expecting company. We agreed to meet downstairs for a community dinner at six. She left and I decided that a quick siesta was in order. I woke up disoriented and groggy to an assertive knocking on my door. In my grogginess I maintained a sleep like unawareness as I answered the door with my hard cock poking out the top of my underwear. Contributing to my confusion it was Josh, the kid from the organic farm. My mind was spinning; why was he here and why was he looking open mouthed at my crotch? Blushing, he raised his eyes and stuttered, "your sister sent me to get you for dinner. From the looks of things, I guess you just got up from a nap." "What the hell," I wondered, pulling my pants on over my embarrassment. "Did this guy follow me here? Have I acquired an underage stalker using my telling him about visiting my sister to get in to my room?" "What the fuck, kid?" I said, using my groggy logic, "did you follow me here?" He giggled nervously and said, "No, Mr.Boner. I live here. My family and yours' share a table at common meals. Now come on downstairs. We're all starving." Sure enough amid the thirty or more people in the room were my sister and her husband Levi, sitting at a table with a handsome early fourties couple who turned out to be Josh' parents, Eric and Lizz. Josh and I took the two vacant seats at the end of the table. Dinner was a vegetarian affair, though I can't recall any part of it that happened after Josh started running his bare foot up my pants leg. My cock was trying to burst through my jeans while my brain threatened to break through my skull. I was short of breath. My brain was dancing between Josh fantasies and jail fantasies. I tried to tune in to the grownups conversation but each time I started to settle down and pay attention, the toes started creeping up my shin again and my attention disappeared into my underpants. Greening the common areas loses out to going down on the boy every time. Both reluctant and relieved, I declined Josh' invitation to join him for video games at his house. Josh kissed his parents and set off for home while I got myself up to speed in the greening conversation. I seldom welcome a reprieve from my libido but I sure did that night. Laurel, Levi and I left after dessert and went to their house for a nightcap and, as it turned out, watching a youtube video on (you guessed it) creating green spaces in the high desert. Was the next four days going to be a wild avoidance ride between green politics and a randy fourteen year old? Boredom and fear of incarceration? I moaned audibly causing my sister to shoo me off to get some much needed rest. Much needed masturbation was more like it. The common house was dark when I got back from my sister's. I climbed the stairs in the semi-darkness, unlocked my door and went in, taking off my shirt on the way to the bed. I froze at the rasping sound of a match striking and spun around to see a shirtless Josh lighting a candle. "I thought you might need someone to light your way. It can be pretty dark in here at night." It was hard to talk with my heart in my throat but I managed to croak out, "You can't be here, Josh. I appreciate you wanting to be friendly and helpful but you belong with your parents, not here with me. It's late and they'll be concerned about you." As he moved slowly toward me, the candle light cast odd shadows on his face and beautifully smooth chest, crowned with large dark nipples. In the moving shadows created by the candle, Josh' angular face gave the appearance of a young Kurosawa samurai, bold and ready for anything. The face said, "It's lonely here, Gus. I just want a friend, even for a few days. I need to hang out with something warmer than garden vegetables." Inches from me, he set the candle on the dresser and touched a beautiful, long fingered hand to my chest, running one of those beautiful fingers from my sternum, past my navel and on down my treasure trail to the elastic of my shorts. When he slipped his finger past that band and into a puddle of precum, I knew my resistance was dead in the water. He pressed his flat, hairless chest against mine and began grinding his hips into my hips, looking intensely into my eyes as he moved his mouth closer to mine. In a moment we were kissing, his tongue exploring the surfaces and soft tissues of my mouth. We fell slowly back to the bed, Josh never taking his mouth from mine nor ceasing his grinding against my groin. I heard him say "uh oh" as we hit the bed and felt his cock spasm against me as he came. I came seconds later, just from the thought of his unseen squirting young cock, and the pressure he continued to apply to my groin. We were both panting as he rolled off me and checked the inside of his jogging shorts. "What a mess" he said. "Sometimes I just get too hot to hold it." "See?" he said holding down the top of his shorts. There was cum everywhere. The boy was a spooge factory. "Sorry I was so sloppy. Got a towel?" he said. "Let me see," I said, and put my face in the biggest puddle, moving aside his plump, softening cock, sucking in blob after blob of cum until I had a mouthful. I put my mouth to his and we swirled the fresh cum between our mouths, sucking and spitting back and forth. We were quiet after finally swallowing. Josh said, "Can we do this again tomorrow? Please?" I replied honestly that I had a plan with Laurel to see the town and maybe stay there for dinner if it worked out. "Ok then. Tell Laurel we're harvesting carrots tomorrow and she should stop by if she wants to get some before they're gone. I agreed and with a quick kiss, Josh was out the door and off to the rest of his evening. I slept like a log that night, despite the fear and guilt I felt after the encounter with Josh. He was such a hot, determined kid, though. Laurel and I met at nine for our trip into Red Lodge. It was a quaint little western town, turn of the century buildings mixed with more modern structures in an incredible mountain valley setting. It was the height of the summer tourist season and the place was crowded with people here for the incredible scenery and lunch before driving on to Yellowstone. Every other male tourist seemed to be hunkier than the one before and more than once, I almost ran over Laure craning my neck for better views. I considered that I might still be horny from the night before with Josh. God knows I couldn't stop thinking about slurping up the cum from the base of his fat brown uncut cock. It was getting on into the afternoon when we finished lunch and a stop at the Silver Museum before heading back to Laurel's. Laurel had heard about the great carrot harvest so we had to stop at the organic veggie place where Josh worked. Not that I minded. As I said, I'd had Josh on my mind all day and seeing him again so soon was a real bonus. And there he was, cute little butt bent over a raised bed throwing freshly uprooted carrots into a wheelbarrow. The notion of tight overalls may seem a contradiction in in terms but Josh had managed to find a pair. Not only did his butt look fantastic in them but when he stood, there was a prominent bulge to the right of his zipper, triggering that memory again. My sister got right down to pawing through the carrots while I mentally pawed through Josh as he helped her load her orange trove into a bag. As she was loading the carrots and some assorted veggies into the car, Josh said, "Hey, Gus. I'm going to be leaving in a few minutes. Why don't you hang around and walk home to the community with me?" Laurel said she thought that might be good exercise for both of us, hopped in her Yaris and was on the road before I had a chance to answer. "Ok," I thought. "This can't be bad." She was barely down the road when Josh grabbed my ass and pulled me roughly toward him, mashing our faces and hips together like the night before. Josh broke with me led me to the farthest greenhouse. Locking the door as we went in, he and began to loosen his overalls, dragging me toward the tallest raised bed where he stopped to remove his clothes before bending over a small forest of vegetables. No mystery here. He was wanting me to fuck him and he was pretty frantic about it. "Come on, Gus," he said. "Get your clothes off and give my ass some attention." Dutifully I dropped to my knees and put my face between his butt cheeks. I was met with a musty smell and a totally hairless brown hole which I commenced to spread open for my tongue. I licked and sucked the wrinkled joy of him while he began to moan. My tongue danced around his hole to the tune of his mounting excitement and my own arousal. As I sucked and poked his hole with my tongue, I heard a noise from the back of the greenhouse. A bark, actually. Josh took his face out of the vegetables as I stood up, just to be bowled over by a giant grey pony. It turned out to be a dog, a big weimaraner, named, according to Josh, Victory. As I lay on the ground, the dog, apparently displaced from his usual role, began to nuzzle Josh' hole greedily. I watched in stunned silence as the dog mounted Josh and began jackhammering his ass with a familiarity that spoke of a long friendship. "Help me, Gus," Josh cried. Victory, already knotted in Josh's ass growled a warning when I tried to move him off the boy. I stepped back as Josh said, "Not the dog, Gus, my cock. Help my cock. Suck my cock please." The pair's positioning, as you can imagine, did not allow for this so I grabbed Josh' penis and started jacking him off as best I could. Yelling "fuck, fuck, fuck", Josh came in my hand just as the dog's purple knot popped out of his distended asshole. I watched, in stunned immobility, Josh' cum drip off my hand while the dog's dribbled out of his hole. Victory, done for the day apparently, trotted off to inspect the premises. I touched Josh's hole with my cum covered fingers, eliciting more moaning as I slipped two of them in to gently massage his battered prostate. The dog's cum mingled with Josh' as my fingers circled and probed his battered hole. I could feel the hard nut of his prostate with my middle finger. He moaned as I rubbed it faster and harder until he began to drip precum again. "Fuck me Gus", he moaned. "I'm going to cum again and I want your cock in me when I do." I'd never had sloppy seconds after a dog, but there's a first time for everything, right?