The months passed quickly, filled with the warmth of love and the gentle rhythms of farm life. Mark learned to milk cows with a skill that surprised even Tim, and Mark also discovered a knack for fixing fences that had Joe shaking his head in amazement. They worked together, their bodies moving in a silent dance of understanding and companionship.
Linda had also taken to watching the boys more, captivated by their intimacy and body language that spoke volumes. She loved watching them cuddling on the veranda early in the morning, enjoying the romance of the sunrise thinking they were alone as she sat quietly at the kitchen window listening to their small talk and enjoying the tenderness shown by Mark to her son.
There was one instance that she enjoyed the most. Early one morning Mark was pushing Tim on the tree swing at the far end of the garden as they were engrossed in conversation. Mark had stopped pushing Tim and stood in front of him with the look of total love on his face. It was a magical moment that any mother would find it impossible not to enjoy.
Linda remained transfixed at the scene, lost in her thoughts and memories as Mark kissed Tim, staring at his boyfriend with responding emotions of love. It was also impossible for Linda not to notice Mark’s fit body after the work he had been doing on the farm.
Physically, Mark had changed and become muscular and well-trimmed. As a warm-blooded woman, she likewise could not ignore the outline of Mark’s erection visible through the cotton fabric of his tighty whities. He was huge, not just well endowed, huge, and she smiled at the thought that his penis would satisfy anyone, male or female, as she spied her son gently pulling Mark’s tighty whities down and tugging him closer as he sat on the swing, taking Mark’s member in an act of passion whilst Tim’s hands were holding Mark’s bottom close to ensure he couldn’t pull away. She watched the passion, the rhythm of Tim’s actions and the delight on Mark’s face as her son satisfied his partner's desires, oblivious to the fact that she, his mother, was watching.
Tim, took his time, playing with his gland, his frenulum, his balls, and the entire shaft of the eight inches of glorious cock, feeling herself getting damp and very horny as her fingers played their own game. Linda then felt her climax growing as she witnessed Mark tense up, grabbing Tim’s hair and it was obvious to her, that he had shot his load and her son, the shy boy of a few months ago, took it all. It was too much for her to ignore as she moaned in acknowledgement of her orgasm as she stared out of the window.
As Linda recovered from her enjoyment, she shook herself from the mesmerising scene feeling an invasion of privacy taking place but with a smile on her face yet again reminding herself that since Mark had arrived, her sexual relationship with Joe and her vibrator had increased disproportionality. She felt a new woman sexually and physically and it was all thanks to Mark and her son.
She sneaked further looks out of the window whilst busying herself around the kitchen noting the boys had finished their morning passion and had resumed their conversation sitting on the swing, this time, Tim in his tighty whities and Mark naked. Her thoughts were distracted as she observed that yet again, tighty whities were lying in the dirt and she made a mental note to buy more underwear for them the next time she was in town asking herself silently how many pairs of tighty whities had been mislaid around the farm since their relationship had been born. She smiled at that point as she pulled her own knickers up feeling the results of a wonderful start to the day.
But amidst the planning, lovemaking and the work, there was a shadow that lurked in the background. Tim's fear of rejection from Mark's family, especially his sister, hung over them like a storm cloud. He had never met her before, and the thought of her judgment was a constant source of anxiety.
And then, one day, a couple of weeks before the wedding, she arrived for an extended holiday. Mark's sister, Rachel, pulled up in a dusty car, her eyes wide with excitement as she stepped out. She had a wild look to her, with hair that had a life of its own and an infectious smile.
John, Mark’s father had mentioned to Mark on the phone that Rachel might come by to meet Tim before the big day. They had agreed to keep her in the dark about their relationship, unsure of how she would react. But as Rachel wandered through the fields having received directions from Joe where Tim and Mark might be, her eyes fell upon a scene that could not be mistaken.
There they were, standing by the lake's edge, their clothes strewn about them like the discarded shells of their former selves. Rachel felt her breath catch in her throat as she watched them, their bodies glistening in the sunlight. They were lost in a world of their own, a world where only love and passion existed.
Her heart racing, Rachel moved closer, finding a spot where she could see without being seen. The sight that met her eyes was more beautiful than any painting she had ever laid eyes on. Tim was on his knees, his mouth wrapped around Mark's cock, his eyes closed in concentration. Mark's hand was tangled in Tim's hair, guiding him in a rhythm that spoke of a love so deep it was almost painful to watch.
Her own body responded to the sight, a warmth spreading through her that she could not explain. It was raw, it was beautiful, and it was the most intimate moment she had ever witnessed between two people. Rachel felt a strange mix of emotions, curiosity and arousal battling for dominance, but she felt a profound sense of happiness for her brother.
She guessed that Mark had cum when they broke apart and her brother now pushed Tim down into the mud on the bank to lie on top of him, kissing him with love and passion slowly moving down until his mouth enveloped Tim's cock in an equal act of passion and love. Rachel watched with an almost clinical detachment. She had never seen Mark look so alive, so free. And Tim, with his eyes closed, his face a picture of ecstasy, seemed to be giving himself to Mark in a way that she had never seen before from two men let alone a man and a woman.
Mark resumed kissing Tim as they rolled over in the mud, Tim now on top tracing his fingers through Mark’s chest hair looking mischievous with desire. She felt a pang of desire herself and then surprise as Tim scooped up some mud and slapped it on Mark’s face in joyful childish pleasure. Mark refusing to ignore this act scooped up a handful and dumped it on Tim’s head and rolled him off his tummy into the mud, slapping mud on his bottom as he sat on top of him shouting, “Mud fight.” She watched them both as they covered each other in the mud until they sat back laughing and kissing each other again. Their childish fun was ended, they washed each other down in the cool water, remaining there for a while, their breathing slowing, their bodies relaxing into each other.
Rachel took the moment to slip away, her mind racing with the implications of what she had just witnessed. She had known Mark was gay and had always hoped he would find someone to love him, but she had never expected this. Likewise, Rachel wondered about herself, and whether she would find her happiness being bi. She had enjoyed relationships with people but had yet to experience love and a pang of jealousy hoy her as she walked away.
As the day passed, Rachel found the perfect opportunity to say hello to the young lovers. She walked up to them as they were feeding the chickens, wearing nothing but very dirty tighty whities, her eyes filled with a mischievous twinkle. "So," she began, her voice casual. "I had quite the nature hike today. Saw some wildlife I wasn't expecting."
“Hi sis, when was that?” Mark enquired hoping it was not when they were at the lake. “It’s great to see you and this is Tim,” Tim ran over to embrace her in a proper country hug.
“No, no, you are muddy, keep away she warned,” failing miserably in her endeavour to remain clean and tidy as she embraced Tim and then her brother. “Lunchtime by the way, at the lake,” she responded, winking at Mark.
Both Tim and Mark stood there in their dirty tighty whities whilst she spoke, Tim's cheeks flushed scarlet, and Mark looked at her with a mix of horror and amusement. Rachel chuckled, holding up her hand. "Don't worry," she said, her voice gentle. "Your secret's safe with me."
The relief on Tim's face was palpable, and Mark looked at her with a newfound respect. Rachel had always been the wild child, the one who did not conform to the norms, and she had always been the one he had felt closest to.
The three of them stood there, the chickens clucking around their bare feet, the setting sun casting long shadows over the fields. Rachel leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I've got to say," she said with a wink. "You guys put on quite the show."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Tim and Mark to process the turn of events.
The rest of the day was a mix of excitement and trepidation. They had always been open in front of Linda and Joe, but Rachel's arrival had thrown a spanner in their routine. Despite her nonchalant acceptance, Tim could not help but feel a knot in his stomach. What would the rest of the family think? Would they be so understanding?
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Mark turned to Tim, his eyes filled with excitement. "You know what?" he said, his voice low and filled with mischief. "It has been a hot day. Rachel might want to cool off."
Tim looked at him quizzically, his mind racing. "A swim?" he suggested tentatively.
Mark nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Yeah," he said. "Why don't we all go for a swim? I shall suggest it to Rachel?"
Rachel liked the idea of spending time with the boys and the three of them walked across the field after dinner, their bare feet sinking into the soft grass. Rachel looked over her shoulder, a question in her eyes, but Mark only shrugged. "You don't have a swimsuit, do you?" he called out, knowing his sister very well.
Tim responded to that comment; his voice steady. "You don't need one," his eyes meeting Rachel's. "We swim in the buff here."
Her eyes widened, “Yes, I know. Don’t forget I saw you both earlier,” she responded but she didn’t protest and fancied the thrill of swimming naked with the boys especially since she had not done so with her brother for a long time, well anyway, since childhood. At that, she laughed, a sound that was free and uninhibited. "Well, why not?" she said, her voice filled with the same reckless abandon that had always defined her. “Out of interest boys, don’t you wear anything on this farm apart from your tighty whities?”
Tim was the first to answer, “Nope and even then, we try not to wear those unless we have to.”
“I sort of figured,” chuckling to herself as they continued to walk, Rachel fully clothed and the boys in their tighty whities.
They reached the lake, the water shimmering like a mirage. Rachel looked from Tim to Mark and then back again, her smile never wavering. And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she began to strip off her clothes, revealing a body that was as lean and toned as a wildcat's. Her breasts are well-formed and perfect in size. Her bush was well trimmed the way she liked it, and her bottom was pert.
Tim felt his cock stir as he slipped his tighty whities down his legs and stepped out of them. Mark did the same whilst looking at Tim and his sister whom he had not seen naked in many years.
Rachel noticed Mark's naked body, different from what she remembered him looking like, a testament to his weeks of challenging work on the farm. Rachel noted that Mark had become toned and muscular and, well, just fitter than he had ever looked. She also remembered his penis being big as a child, but somehow, she had forgotten just how big as Mark stood there aroused, her memories flooding back.
Rachel had had boyfriends of course but none of them ever came close to her brother’s size, they were all like Tim which reassured her that her past adventures had been average and perfectly functional.
They waded into the water, the coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of their skin. Rachel was the first to dive in, her body cutting through the surface with the grace of a dolphin.
Mark followed his eyes on Tim, a question in his gaze. Tim took a deep breath and stepped in, the water enveloping him like a cool embrace. The tension between them was palpable, a dance of desire that had been building since the moment Rachel had found them.
They swam and laughed; their worries forgotten in the joy of the moment. Rachel's eyes flicked between them, a spark of something unidentifiable in her gaze. And when they were all in, Mark took Rachel's hand, pulling her closer as only a brother could do.
"Welcome to our world," he said, his voice filled with a love that was unmistakable as he embraced his big sister, and she got to harmlessly feel him in all his glory before they broke apart to continue the fun.
The three of them stood there, the water lapping at their bodies, the setting sun painting their skin in a warm glow. Rachel looked from one to the other, and then she leaned in, kissing Mark on the cheek. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for letting me in."
Tim felt his heart swell, the love he had for Mark growing to encompass Rachel too. She was a wild spirit, but she was also family, and at that moment, he knew that she would be their biggest ally.
The swim was a revelation, a moment where the lines between friendship, love, and desire blurred. Rachel's acceptance had been the balm Tim had needed, and he felt a sense of freedom that was as vast as the lake that stretched out before them.
As they climbed out of the water, their bodies glistened with droplets of water, the only difference between their bodies was that the boys were still sporting erections from desire. Rachel turned to Tim saying, "You're pretty good at that," she said, her voice teasing. "Maybe you could teach me a few things." Tim knew to what she was referring as he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment knowing Rachel had watched Mark and Tim in the performance of their lovemaking.
Over the next few days, Rachel, Tim, and Mark grew closer, sharing picnics in the shade of the old oak tree, their bodies bare to the warm South Carolina sun. Rachel's curiosity grew with each passing moment, her eyes lingering on Tim and Mark as they moved with an easy grace that spoke of a deep, intimate bond.
The nudity between them became second nature, a declaration of their openness and acceptance of each other. Rachel had always been the free spirit of the family, and she revelled in the freedom that the farm allowed. She watched Tim and Mark with a newfound appreciation, her eyes drinking in the way they touched, the way they looked at each other. Likewise, Rachel had enjoyed Tim and Mark making love a few times in front of her and she always watched them as she sat in the grass admiring the two boys in the throes of passion. Rachel even watched Tim’s technique blowing Mark, taking mental notes for when hopefully, she would have a boyfriend again or come to think about it, a girlfriend.
During these occasions, it was not surprising that Rachel played with herself having become aroused to the point of distraction and she enjoyed orgasms of the same intensity and magnitude as the boys. Mark had never seen his sister pleasure herself and it was a revelation for him how much she could edge herself before that monumental climax. Mark enjoyed watching her being natural around them, her nudity and sexual needs displayed freely and the acceptance by her, of his sexuality.
Many times, the three of them would lie in the grass naked and relaxed, sharing hopes and dreams, the sun warming their skin. They talked, they laughed, and they shared stories, the warmth of their camaraderie wrapping around them like a warm blanket. She had even played with Tim’s nipples, twirling her fingers around his nipples as he lay there. Tim had also returned the favour a couple of times until Rachel asked him to stop. “Getting aroused, are we?” Tim would ask, “Yep sort of,” she would respond.
It was on the eve of the wedding that the unspoken tension reached a boiling point. Rachel had decided to join them in their nightly ritual, in the moonlit lake. The water was cool, the night air thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the promise of what was to come.
They swam in silence, the moon casting a silver path across the water, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Rachel felt something stir within her, a longing that was both new and familiar. She knew she could not ignore it any longer, not when it was staring her in the face with every stroke of Mark's arm, every splash of Tim's laughter.
As they climbed out of the lake, their bodies shivering with both cold and anticipation, Rachel took a deep breath. "I have something I need to tell you both," she said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart.
Tim and Mark looked at each other, their eyes filled with questions. Rachel took Tim's hand in her own, her heart racing. "I've fallen in love," she whispered. "With both of you."
The silence that followed was deafening, the night air thick with the scent of their desire. Tim's eyes searched Rachel's, looking for any hint of doubt or jest. But all he saw was love, pure and unbridled. And Mark, his heart pounding in his chest, took Rachel's other hand, his voice shaking. "Rachel," he began. "I, I don't know what to say."
Her smile was soft, her eyes filled with understanding. "You don't have to say anything," she said. "I just wanted you to know how you and Tim have changed my life and made me more aware of my desires and emotions.”
The three of them stood there, the moon casting a soft glow on their naked forms, their hearts beating in time with the rhythm of the night as they kissed each other in a group hug that just suited the moment.
"Guys," Mark said, breaking the silence. "We should get dressed. My folks are waiting up for us, and you know Aunt Marge is there." Rachel's smile grew wider at the mention of Aunt Marge, the one who had never quite embraced the idea of two men together.
Tim nodded, his eyes never leaving Rachel's. "Yeah, we don't want to give her a heart attack," he said, his voice teasing despite the seriousness of the situation. Rachel giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
They gathered their clothes, the fabric sticking to their wet bodies as they pulled them on. Rachel could not help but notice the way Tim's tighty whities clung to his ass, the way Mark's chest muscles flexed as he pulled on his shirt. She felt a thrill of desire, a hunger that was as primal as the farm itself when she saw her brother tucking in his cock that hung to the left unlike Tim’s that hung to the right. Weird she thought how bodies can be so different.
As they walked back to the house, Rachel took Tim's hand, her other hand in Mark's. "I know it's not going to be easy," she said. "But I believe in us. And if Aunt Marge can't see that, then she's the one missing out."
Tim felt his heart swell with love for Rachel, her acceptance a balm to his soul. "We'll deal with it," he said, his voice firm. "Together."
They entered the house, the warmth of the kitchen a stark contrast to the coolness of the night outside. Janice and John looked up; their eyes warm with love as they saw the three of them. Rachel could feel the tension ease from her shoulders, knowing that no matter what, she had an ally in her mother.
The conversation was light, filled with laughter and teasing. Rachel watched Tim and Mark, the way they moved around each other, the way their eyes met across the room. It was a dance she had seen a thousand times before, but now it had a new meaning, a depth that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
But the elephant in the room was Aunt Marge, her eyes sharp and assessing as she took in the sight of Rachel holding Tim's hand, Mark's arm slung casually over her shoulder. Rachel could feel her judgment, a weight that threatened to crush them. But she held firm, her grip on Tim's hand tightening.
"So, Rachel," Aunt Marge began, her voice dripping with sweetness. "What do you think about all this?"
Rachel looked her in the eye, her voice strong and steady. "I think love is love," she said. "And if Tim and Mark are happy, then that's all that matters."
Aunt Marge's eyes narrowed, but Rachel did not waver. Mark and Tim stood by her side, their love a fortress against the storm of doubt and disapproval.
The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the hallway. And then, Janice spoke up, her voice filled with the warmth of a thousand summers. "Amen to that," she said, her eyes shining with pride.
Aunt Marge pursed her lips, but she did not argue. Rachel knew it was a battle won, but the war was far from over. There would be whispers and judgments, but she was ready to face them all with Tim and Mark by her side.
As the evening wore on, Rachel felt the tension in the room begin to dissipate, the love that surrounded them acting as a balm. They were a family, unconventional, but a family, nonetheless.
The wedding morning was a whirlwind of activity. Rachel threw herself into the preparations, her energy boundless. She painted signs, arranged flowers, and even convinced Tim to let her braid his hair in an intricate pattern that made him look like a Greek god.
Guests started to arrive late afternoon. There were tears of happiness, relief, and the understanding that love had found its way and once everyone was seated, the wedding proceeded with the vows of love and commitment to the unification of Tim and Mark.
As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the farm, the party kicked into high gear. The barn had been transformed into a magical space, with strings of lights crisscrossing the rafters, and a makeshift dance floor laid out in the centre. The smell of barbecue filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of the wildflowers that adorned every surface.
Rachel, Tim, and Mark mingled with their guests, their smiles never fading. Rachel had met a distant cousin, Sarah, who had arrived just in time for the celebrations, her facial features and easy charm had caught her eye immediately. Sarah was tall with long dark hair and a smile that could make any heart flutter.
As the music played and the laughter grew louder, Rachel found herself drawn to Sarah, her stories of city life fascinating Rachel. They danced, their bodies moving in time with the music, and Rachel felt a spark of attraction that was as wild as the land around them.
Their conversation flowed as easily as the wine in their glasses, and Rachel found herself opening to her in a way she had not with anyone else. Sarah listened with rapt attention, her eyes never leaving hers, and Rachel felt a connection forming between them, a bond that was as surprising as it was exciting.
As the party wound down and the last guest left, the house was restored to its usual warmth and comfort. Tim and Mark were married, their love a beacon that had brought everyone together. Rachel looked around the room, her heart full of joy for her new family.
The wedding night was a blur of laughter, love, and celebration, the two of them sharing a dance that was as intimate as it was public. Rachel felt a strange sense of belonging, her love for Tim and Mark expanding to include this new person.
As the moon rose high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the fields, Rachel investigated
Sarah's eyes had gravitated to join Rachel again, both women feeling something they couldn’t describe unless desire was satisfactory. Rachel leaned in, her breath warm against her cheek, and Rachel knew that she was ready to explore this new facet of herself.
The women kissed, their bodies pressed together in the soft light of the moon, the farm a silent witness to their burgeoning love. As the night deepened, Rachel felt the tension between them growing, a need that was as primal as the land beneath their feet.
"Let's go to the lake," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "We can swim and talk there."
Sarah's eyes lit up, and she took her hand, leading her out of the house and into the night. They walked in silence; the only sounds were the crunch of gravel beneath their feet and the distant hoot of an owl. Rachel felt alive in a way she had not felt in years, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear.
When they reached the lake, Rachel took a deep breath, the cool night air filling her lungs. She turned to Sarah, her eyes searching hers, looking for the answers she had not even known she sought. "I want to show you something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Without a word, Rachel began to undress, her clothes pooling at her feet. She watched as
Sarah's eyes grew wide, her gaze devouring her body, every curve and line. And then, with a grin that was pure mischief, she followed suit, her clothes joining Rachel’s in a heap on the ground.
They waded into the lake, the water cool and welcoming, the moon casting a silver path before them. Rachel felt the weight of the day slip away, replaced by the promise of the night. They swam in the nude, their bodies slipping through the water like otters, the laughter echoing across the stillness.
The touch of Sarah's hand on her skin was like electricity, setting her nerves alight. She turned to her, and she knew that she had found something rare and precious.
"Make love to me," Rachel whispered, her voice a soft caress. "Make love to me here, under the stars."
Sarah's eyes grew dark with desire, and she pulled her close, their bodies entwined as they kissed. The lake water lapped at their legs, a gentle reminder of the world that lay just beyond their private paradise. They waded out onto the beach and laid down in the first throws of making love, the stars above seemed to wink down at them, a cosmic nod of approval.
Back on the house veranda, Mark and Tim watched the moon rise, their bodies yearning for each other as they sat in their nightshirts. They had both stripped off their clothes down to their underwear after a day of uncomfortable formality, but their tighty whities had become unbearable too, the fabric sticking to their skin that added to their discomfort in the evening heat, so they decided that the nightshirts were better suited to match their mood.
The silence and the view of the moon from the veranda were shattered when Mark declared, "I can't take it anymore," his voice tight with need. Tim nodded, his eyes on Mark's erection, his cock straining against the fabric. “I don’t know where my sister is but let's go to the lake and make love and I’m sure she will work it out where we have disappeared too.”
They stepped out into the night, slipping off their nightshirts and hanging them on the gate post, their bare feet sinking into the soft grass as they made their way to the lake. The moon cast a silver glow over the landscape, illuminating their path like a lover's beacon. Hand in hand, they moved with silent grace, their hearts beating coordinated with the rhythm of their steps.
As they approached the lake, they heard the soft sounds of love, the gentle splash of water and the muffled cries of passion. They stopped, their eyes searching the darkness. And there, in the moonlight, they saw Rachel and Sarah, their bodies entwined in the water. Rachel's legs were wrapped around Sarah's waist, her breasts bobbing as they kissed each other.
Tim's breath caught in his throat, his hand tightening around Mark's. “I didn’t know your sister was bi.”
The sight was both erotic and heartwarming, as Mark spoke, “To be honest neither did I and to be honest, it never crossed my mind but that does explain a couple of things,” as the boys continued to enjoy the testament to love and friendship that had grown between the three of them. They watched for a moment, their passion building as they saw Rachel's pleasure reflected in Sarah's face.
Without a word, Mark took Tim's hand and led him to the soft grass a short distance from the lake. The dew kissed their skin as they lay down, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat building between them.
Tim rolled onto his side, his eyes on Mark's face as he slid down Mark's body. His hand reached out to trace the line of Mark's cock, feeling the pulse of his need against his palm. With a gentle smile, he leaned in, his mouth hovering over Mark's erection. Rachel's words of admiration echoed in his mind as his mouth took the most handsome cock he had ever seen.
The first touch of Tim's mouth sent a jolt through Mark's body, his back arching as he let out a low groan. Rachel's eyes widened at the sound, her passion pausing for a moment as she looked towards the grass bank. Sarah followed her gaze, her curiosity piqued.
From their vantage point, Rachel and Sarah could see Tim's head bob up and down, gently at Mark's hips. Mark's hand was buried in Tim's hair, his body tightening with each stroke of Tim's tongue. Rachel felt a rush of heat between her legs, her desire spiking at the sight of the boy’s intimacy.
Sarah's eyes returned to Rachel's face, watching her reaction with a mix of curiosity and arousal. She leaned in, her lips brushing her ear. "They're beautiful together," she murmured. Rachel nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene before her.
The sounds grew louder, Mark's groans of pleasure echoing across the lake. Rachel felt a thrill of excitement, her hand drifting to her chest, her nipples hardening as Sarah moved herself to access Rachel with her lips and tongue as she pushed her backwards, her head between her thighs. Absorbed with the pleasure of Sarah, her hands playing with her hair, she heard Mark reach his climax as he cried out in joy, her orgasm building with each lick of Sarah’s tongue.
Rachel knew she could not hold back any longer. With a soft gasp, she reached down, her hand playing with Sarah’s hair, her breaths coming in short pants. The crescendo of her orgasm manifested in cries of ecstasy, her body shuddering as she came. Sarah continued to lick her, her hands sliding up her stomach and onto her breasts Rachel experienced an increase in her sexual arousal as her body produced more juices to shower Sarah as she kept enjoying her.
Rachel, now sexually stimulated and still flowing after Sarah’s efforts, changed positions realising Sarah’s own need growing more insistent. And then, Rachel’s mouth was on her, her tongue exploring the folds of Sarah’s clit with the same curiosity and passion. Sarah’s body arched off the sand, her back bowing as pleasure crashed over her like a wave.
Rachel's fingers slipped inside her, filling her in a way she had never experienced. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made Sarah's eyes roll back in her head. Each stroke was a revelation, a discovery that only served to stoke the fires burning within her.
Her hand found Rachel's head, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her scalp as she guided her, silently urging her deeper, faster. Rachel took the hint, her tongue swirling and flicking at Sarah's clit with an expertise that left Sarah breathless.
Sarah's body was a canvas of sensations, each stroke of Rachel's tongue a new brushstroke of pleasure. The tension grew, a coil winding tighter and tighter in her belly until she was sure she would shatter into a million pieces.
Her breathing grew erratic, hitching in her chest as she approached the precipice of climax. The sand beneath her grew wet with the evidence of her arousal, a testament to the power of their connection.
Rachel’s eyes remained locked on Sarah's, a silent communication of passion and hunger. She could feel the tremors of Sarah's impending orgasm, her muscles tightening around her fingers. The taste of her was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and desire that had her own body responding in kind.
And then it hit, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over Sarah with the force of a hurricane. Her body convulsed, her back arching as she was consumed by the intensity. Her nails dug into the sand, leaving furrows behind as she bucked against Rachel's mouth, her moans echoing out over the lake.
Rachel felt the power of Sarah's orgasm, her own body responding with a jolt of arousal. She didn't stop, continuing to lick and suck as Sarah's hips rose and fell, her thighs tightening around her head as she rode the waves of ecstasy.
The moment stretched out, Sarah's cries melding with the sounds of the lake. Her body was a tapestry of pleasure, each contraction a new peak on the horizon of their shared experience. Sarah watched through half-lidded eyes, the aftershocks of her climax still rippling through her body. She took in the sight of Rachel, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, her eyes glazed with desire.
Tim and Mark had recovered sufficiently enough to watch and sat in the grass, hooked on the performance that was a result of Rachel’s learning from watching Tim pleasuring his love.
Both Sarah and Rachel came around from their lovemaking, exhausted and spent and then in shock, they remembered they had an audience. Looking around they found Tim and Mark sitting in the grass, gently clapping a round of applause as Sarah and Rachel wanted to die from embarrassment.
“Well done, we enjoyed that,” Tim said, Mark chipping in, “Cool Sis, I think you have learnt well from Tim. Ten out of ten.”
Sarah and Rachel fell back into the sand of the lake’s beach, hoping a hole would appear to swallow them up but alas, all they subsequently heard was, “It’s cool Rachel and Sarah, nothing to be embarrassed about, you have seen us and now we have seen you.” Tim declared. “Not sure who wins the Oscar though for the best performance.”
All four of them laughed, seeing the funny side of the scene, the stars being the ultimate jury in the vote.
As Sarah and Rachel lay there, spent, and satisfied, Tim and Mark stood up and walked over to them. Both looking down at the two naked women, Mark suggested "We're family now and no one can ever take that away from us."
Looking up at the two naked men standing over them, Sarah and Rachel nodded, their eyes filled with love and understanding even though the view was different, almost bizarre. The farm had been the stage for their love story, a place where they had found acceptance and joy.
“I told you my brother had a huge cock,” Rachel interjected, “now do you believe me?”
Sarah just stared at the thing dangling between Mark’s legs, “I know you said big but that’s ridiculous, it's huge,” as she looked at Mark comparing Tim’s at the same time.
Breaking the stare of Sarah, Tim suggested they build a fire and enjoy the moment. All of them started collecting wood from various locations and soon they sat around the bonfire enjoying each other’s company. Tim leaned in to kiss Mark again, their bodies pressing together in the soft grass. Rachel watched them with a warm smile, feeling a sense of peace she had never known before. Rachel felt the warmth of Sarah's body next to her, her arm wrapping around her waist as they kissed.
Sarah's kiss was sweet and tender, a promise of what was to come as Rachel melted into her embrace. They watched Mark take Tim to embrace each other as all four of them sat in front of the fire, their love a beacon of hope in a world that often felt cold and unforgiving.
Rachel felt her passion stirring, the heat of Sarah's body against hers a potent reminder of what she had found and like Tim and Mark, Rachel and Sarah began to make love in front of the fire too. Two couples, in love, without any form of judgement.
The first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, painting the sky with strokes of pink and gold. The farm was waking up around them, the birds beginning to chirp and the animals stirring in their stalls. Yet, at this moment, the world belonged to them alone.
As the sun rose higher, Tim and Mark lay cuddling, their breathing even and content. Rachel looked at them, her heart swelling with love. They had faced their fears and come out stronger on the other side.
Sarah and Rachel, likewise, lay entwined in each other’s arms in front of the fire taking everything in, her hands sliding down to cup Rachel's breasts in quiet play. No one spoke as they all watched the sunrise knowing the farm, was a silent witness to their union, the whispers of the breeze and the distant sounds of the animals a gentle backdrop to their passion and love. Rachel wrapped her arms around Sarah's waist, playing with her pubic hair. Mark had done the same with Tim, but his fingers has moved lower to play with his cock, gently running his fingers over his gland until precum started to form at the tip as their silence enjoyed the symphony of the morning.
Time waits for no one or women and as the day broke, they faced the reality of the situation. Breakfast would be ready soon as the house would be coming to life with two people leaving the farm that day but hopefully not forever.
Rachel and Sarah got dressed, deep in thought of their journey that commenced whilst at the lake. Tim and Mark remembered they had walked to the lake naked, as Mark suggested, “This should be interesting,” only for Tim to mention, “It will be cool, we left our nightshirts on the gate post so it won’t be as interesting as it could have been and besides, we are home.”
The promise of a new day lay before them, a future filled with endless possibilities. Rachel knew that she would miss the farm when she returned to the city, but she also knew that the bonds forged here would never truly be broken. At least she had found Sarah and the promise of a fresh start with her and the promise that they would return to visit Tim and Mark very soon.
The farm had given them so much, acceptance, love, and a chance to be themselves. And as they sat down to breakfast, the scent of coffee and eggs filling the air, Rachel looked at Sarah, Tim and Mark, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. They had not just found love in each other; they had created a family, a bond that would stand the test of time.
