The Plantation

bykatiekay316238©

1854

Twelve year old Rachel Claiborne had sneaked out of the big house and run toward the slave cabins. She was careful not to let anyone see her because she wasn't allowed to get out of the yard and she certainly wasn't allowed to go near the slave cabins. Occasionally, especially when she was younger, she and the slave children were permitted to play together in the yard or on one of the big porches. As the black children got older, however, they were expected to work all day, either in the fields or with various chores in the big house.

Rachel was hoping to find her favorite playmate, Charles, a slave boy only a few months older than her. He usually worked around the house, but lately had been required to accompany the other slaves to the huge cotton fields. When he had worked at the big house, they often found time to be alone if Rachel's father, Thomas Claiborne, was away from the plantation on business. Her mother, Verina, was a beautiful, but sickly woman who spent several hours a day in bed. This gave Rachel and Charles time to play together if they were careful to stay out of sight of the other house slaves, particularly the cook, Jemima.

Rachel's 15 year old brother, Robert, was ambivalent. He had observed how the slaves were treated and wondered about the institution of slavery. He often heard his father discussing the issue with other plantation owners who sometimes came to call. He was aware that there was political unrest throughout the nation and that there was even talk of the southern states forming their own country. He had asked his tutor, Mr. Granderson, what he thought about the issue. Mr. Granderson told him that issues larger than slavery were the issue, that the Constitution of the United States guaranteed the individual states to govern themselves and to make their own decisions about most issues, including slavery. No state or group of states had the right make laws for other states. He opined that slavery would eventually die out. Only a small percentage of southerners even owned slaves. But, said Mr. Granderson, allowing abolishment of slavery would open the floodgate for the federal government to take away more states' rights by passing legislation that might benefit some states and hurt others.

When Rachel had showed Charles a book that her father had given her for Christmas a few years previously, she had been distraught that Charles could not read. Not a word. He was embarrassed, but told her that none of the slaves could read. Furthermore, it was prohibited for them to learn. Rachel started teaching Charles the alphabet - he called them his "letters", intending to then try to teach him to read. Even though she never breathed a word of this to anyone, Jemima had caught young Charles reciting his letters and had reported it to Verina. Verina had severely warned Rachel that she was putting the boy in severe danger of a whipping by her father. Rachel had seen the results of a slave whipping. They carried the scars for the rest of their lives. She couldn't imagine a grown man, probably the overseer, whipping her young friend. When she and Charles had privacy, she warned him that it had to be their secret and that nobody else could know.

Charles was eager, however, to learn to read. Rachel was just as eager to teach him. Even though she had always lived on the plantation and had always been waited on hand and foot by black slaves, she didn't think it was right. How could a human own another human? She tried talking to her father about it. He laughed at her and told her that she had no idea how the world worked and that white folks were naturally superior in intellect to blacks. Blacks, however, were created to be able to work in the hot sun. They didn't have enough sense to be able to take care of themselves. They were, more or less, animals. Rachel became more determined than ever to teach Charles everything she knew about reading and also about arithmetic. She found that Charles learned quickly and soon could read almost as well as she could. He could do ciphers in his head better than she could. It was such a shame that he had to keep it a secret.

On this cool, fall day, Rachel crept through the trees near the slave cabins. Suddenly she saw her friend motioning for her to go deeper into the woods, down toward the river. She did so and soon he joined her.

"What you doin' down heah?" he gasped. "You gon get us bof in trouble. You get me a beatin'."

She giggled, shaking her blonde tresses. Her blue eyes glittered. Charles thought she must be the prettiest girl on earth. "I don't have any friends, Charles. Except you. I just love talking to you. Did you finish that book I gave you?"

"Miss Rachel, you can't be sayin stuff like that. We can't be friends. You own me. Or you will, one day. That's jus the way things be. You have to stop sneakin down round dese cabins. Stay up where you spose be."

"I'm not 'Miss Rachel' to you, Charles. Just Rachel. And we are friends. And if I ever really own you, I'm setting you free, along with all the other slaves. I don't care if I have a thing left!" she said, tears coming into her eyes. "It's not right, Charles. I sit in that big house doing nothing and you're working all day in the hot sun. And then you have to live in a run-down shack. I hate it!"

"Miss Rachel, you mighty good to me. You a good person. Ain't many white folk like you, but I hear tell that up No'th, they be a lot of white people what want to get rid of de slaves. Make us all free. They may even be a war."

"Abolitionists. That means they want to abolish slavery. Get rid of it. They're all over. There's even some down here. When I get grown I'm gonna be one, too!"

She reached and took Charles' hand and held it in her dainty little white hand. "One of these days, Charles, it's not gonna be like this."

Charles' heart raced. When he thought about how pretty Rachel was, he had feelings that were unfamiliar and which he could not have explained. Now she was holding his hand and he felt an overwhelming urge to pull her to him, to put his arms around her and hold her close to him. He even wondered what it might be like to kiss this young, pretty white girl. He could not allow himself to have these feelings; he knew that. He gently released her hand and got up.

"I gotta get back to the patch. They be wondering where I be. Be careful, Miss Rachel. You a good person." And with that, he was gone.

June, 1860

Rachel Claiborne had just turned 18 years old. She was widely known as the belle of the county. Tall, slender, graceful, with golden blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes, an impossibly small waist, and a bust that drew the attention of every man, she was, quite simply, a gorgeous woman. She had had many gentleman callers since the age of 15, but she wasn't really interested in any that she had met, so far.

Rachel's main goal in life was a secret to all but a few people with whom she corresponded and her friend, Charles, a slave that she rarely even saw anymore. She read every newspaper that she could get her hands on and was well aware of the political situation in the country. Some states, including her home state of Mississippi, were threatening to secede from the Union. Rachel didn't much care about the Union, one way or the other. She saw the states as independent countries that had banded together for common goals. She realized, too, that most people in the southern states didn't have any slaves and weren't likely to go to war to preserve it. She, like most southerners, saw her state as her country. But even people who didn't own slaves didn't want people up north deciding what their individual states could or could not do. That was something that men would fight about. Rachel was eager for war. Anything that might, in the end, rid the country, or state, of this terrible evil of slavery, was fine with her.

One day, knowing that her father was away on business, and her mother was in bed sick, she decided she would take a walk down by one of the barns. She was always on the lookout for Charles, but she rarely ever saw him anymore. She might catch a glimpse of him from time to time, but they hardly ever got to have even a minute's conversation. Rachel was very sad that she couldn't talk to her childhood friend; that she lived in a society where, even though she was considered Charles' superior, she wasn't allowed to even converse with him or say a kind word to him.

Occasionally she would very carefully make her way down to the cotton field, hoping to watch her old friend from the fence row or tree line, where she would not be detected. Charles was tall and muscular and extremely handsome. Every time Rachel saw him, she felt a deep longing for him that she knew was forbidden. She found herself imagining being with him. Kissing his lips, holding him close, allowing him access to her bountiful breasts. These things she would think about when she was alone in her bed. She didn't know exactly what to call the delightful feeling that she could give herself by pinching her nipples and touching herself between her legs, but she couldn't get enough of it, and she always, always, ALWAYS thought of Charles when she did it. She loved just watching him. He didn't know she was there, of course, but she was admiring his firm muscles and how strong he was and how athletic his movements were. Just watching him made her nipples hard and made her tingle between her legs.

Rachel was almost completely ignorant of a grown man's anatomy. She had watched farm animals breed and was particularly interested in watching horses breed. When the stallion mounted the mare, his long, thick horse cock would emerge. That made Rachel tremble with lust, imagining that Charles must possess an organ of similar shape, but of course of much smaller size. Still, it would do the same thing. Sometimes the stallion would slip out too soon and great gushes of thick, white stuff would spurt out onto the ground. Rachel knew that this was how the stallion impregnated the mare. She wondered what it would be like to have a man (Charles!!) mount her and spurt his thick cream inside her. Or, even better, on her - she didn't want to get pregnant! She thought that she would prefer to have him lay between her legs and kiss her and look in her face instead of mounting her like an animal.

On this day, as Rachel walked beside the barn, she suddenly heard sounds coming from inside. She paused, and lay her head against the side of the barn to hear better. She could hear people talking, very low, but could not make out anything they said.

She crept to the ladder that led into the loft of the barn and very deliberately and quietly made her way upward. When she got into the loft, she could make out voices, though they were still indistinct. Step by silent step she gradually came closer to the source of the voices, which were now directly below her. She quietly lay down on some loose hay, and managed to look below through a crack between boards of the loft flooring.

Charles! Charles and a young black woman named Peg. Peg, so it was rumored, was the daughter of Rachel's own father. She wasn't the only one. There were a number of slaves that Thomas Claiborne had sired, or so the rumor went. Charles and Peg were naked. Rachel could clearly see the young woman's pert breasts and trim figure. Though Rachel experienced overwhelming jealousy, she immediately realized that there was nothing unusual about this. Very few of the slaves ever got married because the slave masters didn't hesitate to break up families when they bought and sold slaves. Rachel could see how very desirable this young woman must be to Charles and she could easily understand the attraction. Charles, she knew, was 19, and she imagined that Peg must be a year or two older. Most slave girls had given birth before this age. Rachel wondered if the slaves had any qualms at all about what age they started having sex. Why would they? They hardly had any pleasure in life. No wonder that they sometimes were having children when they were 13 or 14 years of age.

Charles was kissing Peg's breasts and she was obviously loving it. He was on all fours, over the top of her, alternately kissing her mouth and then delving down to kiss her throat, her upper chest, and her breasts. Rachel knew from the way Peg reacted that this would be incredibly thrilling. She could feel herself beginning to get wet between her legs and determined to watch every moment.

"Charlie, I lub you babee. Oh you makin' me feel so good. Suck my titties, Baby. Oh that so good," Peg moaned.

"Don't make too much noise," Charles admonished. "We ain't been together in weeks. I bout to bust seein you ever day when I on the way down to the patch. You look so good, girl," he whispered as he continued to kiss her throat, mouth, and breasts. Rachel saw his hand go between Peg's widely splayed legs and saw her mouth open in a gasp when he touched her. Rachel imagined herself in Peg's place. Even though she was a virgin, she knew that she would eagerly let Charles do whatever he wanted to her. Nobody had ever come close to exciting her the way he did. Her many suitors, who sometimes kissed her, and many times tried to fondle her prominent breasts, never excited her the way just the thought of Charles did.

"Fuck me, Charlie! I can't wait no longer!" Peg moaned. "I think about it all the time, Baby. I can't get enough of yo good lovin."

Charles moved to lay on his back, and that's when Rachel saw it for the first time. She quickly put her hand over her mouth to stifle her own moan. How in the world did a woman get that inside her? It didn't look much smaller, at least from this perspective, than the many horse cocks that she had seen around the plantation. Pure, unadulterated, lust overwhelmed her. Even though she wondered how it was possible for that impressive girth to go inside a woman's body, she wanted it. She felt on the verge of climax. Nothing she had ever imagined had prepared her for this. Her body was shaking. She pulled her skirts up and reached inside her undergarments to touch herself as she continued to watch the two beautiful people below her.

Peg got on all fours and leaned over Charles' face, pressing first one breast, then the other, to his mouth. "Suck them titties, Baby. Oh you so good. Bite it. Oh Charlie! Oh Baby!"

Then she crawled between his legs and hefted his massive length. "How you even walk with all dis dick between yo legs?" she laughed. "If you eva choppin cotton and break yo hoe, you can use dis as a handle!" They both laughed as Peg leaned over and took his gigantic cock head, into her mouth.

It had never entered Rachel's mind that a woman might take a man's penis into her mouth. She was aghast, but realized immediately that it was the most sensual thing she had ever seen and knew that she would love to do it herself. Still, though, she was amazed at how easily Peg took, not only the head of Charles's penis into her mouth, but several inches of his monstrously thick shaft.

"Oh, fuck!" Charles moaned. "You gon hafta quit. I gon cum!" he warned.

Peg took his cock out of her drooling mouth and smiled. "You know how I like dat stuff. You got more. We got time." With that she took him inside her mouth again and, unbelievably, took even more of his inconceivable length into her mouth.

So this was obviously something they had done many times. Rachel pondered that and felt pangs of jealousy. She imagined what it would have been like to have met Charles out in the woods during their teenage years. How they would have lain naked with each other, kissing each other all over. How she would have worshipped that beautiful manhood that hung between his legs. How he would have trained her to suck it, to take it deeper and deeper into her mouth. How she would have learned to let him spew his seed into her mouth. How she would have gladly suckled him every time they saw each other because she adored him so! And how forbidden it was because she was white and he was her black slave. Unable to control herself, Rachel let out a small moan as her orgasm hit her. She fingered her clit as she gasped for breath, hoping against hope that the sucking sounds that Peg was making covered the sounds of her own passion.

As she came down from her orgasm, she saw Peg swallowing seemingly more and more of Charles' dripping shaft. Her face was a mask of lust and she appeared to be starved for what was to come. She took him out of her mouth, gasped for breath, and said, "Give me that good cum, baby. Please, Baby?"

When she said this, and continued to stroke Charles' massive cock, suddenly a geyser of thick white cum erupted and soared far them, then fell back down onto his chest, as Peg quickly aimed his cock into her mouth and eagerly accepted the remainder of his substantial offering.

From Rachel's perspective, she could easily see great wads of thick cream shooting into Peg's mouth. There seemed to be an endless supply of it. She longed to join Peg, to at least help her clean up the mess that was dripping off her chin and onto Charles' stomach as she continued to fervently stroke his monumental length with both hands. This girl was wild for it, and Rachel could totally understand it. She had been attracted to Charles since she even knew what attraction was. He excited her sexually more than anything on earth. She knew that Peg must feel the same way and, having experienced him sexually, how insane she must be to suck and fuck him as often as possible.

"That all you got for yo' girl, Baby?" Peg laughed, as she wiped the cum off of her chin and sucked her fingers. "You got the best tastin' cum of anybody!"

Charles laughed. "Anybody? You ain't been with that many."

Peg kissed his mouth. "I ain't fucked but one, other than you. And dat's because dey's satisfied after I suck it."

"I love you, Peg. I wish we could get married."

"Dat's just a dream, but I don't want no babies unless I married. Dat's just how I feel."

"Master Thomas keep sniffin around, you gon end up wif a baby, hon," Charles said matter-of-factly.

Shit. Her father was having sex with Peg? She was his daughter! Surely he knew it! Rachel disliked her father intensely. How could he do things like this? How could he treat human beings this way?

"I always try to get him to let me suck it. That way ain't as much of his stuff inside me if he take a poke at me later," she said.

"He good as me?" Charles teased.

"He got a good sized one for a white man," Peg laughed. "I just try to enjoy it since it gonna happen anyway."

"You like a big one, don't you, Baby?"

"You big jealous baby. Fuckin is the only pleasure niggers get. You gon' deny me dat?"

"No. Long as you jus' love me."

Peg straddled him and leaned to kiss him. "You de onliest one I be lovin. But if Master Thomas come around, I ain't got no choice," she said as she reached down and inserted the head of his cock inside herself. "Oh fuck Baby you so big!"

Charles placed his hands on her ass and slowly fitted himself inside her, then tenderly pushed himself deep inside her. "That some good pussy, there, Baby," he grunted.

Peg laughed. "You know it belong to you. Master just rent it."

"You need to keep them other niggers away from my pussy, then," Charles whispered.

Peg stroked his face. "Ain't nobody like you, Charlie. I love you, Baby. One dese days me and you gon' be up north, married, wif babies. The way God intended."

Rachel could see a tear drop fall from Peg's eyes to Charles' face as she rode him. Her heart broke for Peg.

"Dis ain't right in de Lawd's eyes, Charlie. We ain't spose be fuckin like animals, not allowed to get married, ever woman havin kids by five, six different men, including Massah. It ain't right. But what we gon' do? We be treated like animals. We's done become animals."

"You is right, but yo' pussy so good I can't concentrate," Charles said as he stroked her face.

"Don't you cum in me, Charlie. I don't want no younguns," she whispered.

September 1860

Rachel soon knew, from observing the habits of Charles and Peg, when they had time to be alone. She would hide herself in the barn loft, and wait. It was frustrating because, in period of several months, she had only been rewarded with getting to watch them two more times. Rachel imagined herself in Peg's place, but thought their lovemaking was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The two slaves were obviously in love. She especially enjoyed watching Peg sucking on Charles' long, black shaft and the way Charles would lick and suck Peg's breasts and between her legs. Rachel couldn't imagine how good that would feel.

After she witnessed their lovemaking one day, she waited until they were well out of sight, climbed down from the loft and headed to the house. She checked on her mother, who was very seriously ill, then went to her own room. She took all her clothes off and washed herself, using water from a basin kept in her room.

She climbed under a sheet on her bed and, closing her eyes, started pinching her nipples and rubbing herself between her legs as she recalled the sensual sight of Charles and Peg's lovemaking. She imagined kneeling before Charles and taking his gargantuan length into her mouth. She knew that, given the chance, she would allow him to spurt his warm seed in her mouth. She had no idea what it would taste like, but she couldn't imagine that it would disgust her. The act was so beautiful and so sensual.

Suddenly she heard someone coming up the stairs. Her father was out of town and none of the slaves were allowed upstairs at this time of day, unless they were instructed to do so. They performed whatever duties they had after breakfast and before lunch time. Her mother was far too sick to be out of bed. It had to be her brother, Robert. His room was down the hall from hers, so he was probably headed there. Still, just in case, she pulled the sheet up over her naked body.

The footsteps paused outside her door, followed by a gentle knocking.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Rachel, can I come in?" came her brother's voice.

Rachel quickly made sure that she was completely covered. "Yes, Robert," she replied.

Robert opened the door and saw that his sister was in bed. "Rachel, you sick?" he asked, concerned.

"I haven't slept well. I was just really sleepy and decided to take a nap...worried about Mama, I guess."

Robert could see the outline of his beautiful sister's body under the sheet. For the thousandth time, his cock began to harden, thinking about his sister's luscious body. Unknown to her, he had peeped through the keyhole of her door on many occasions and had sometimes seen her bathing or changing clothes.

Robert wasn't inexperienced. He was engaged to a girl, Nancy, on a neighboring plantation and, although most young women insisted on being chaste until marriage, his fiancé was eager to try sex. She wasn't crazy about it, although Robert had been as careful as he could be. One of the slave women, a mulatto named Delilah, had been flirting with him since he was a young boy. When he was 18, she caught him masturbating one day. She laughed, sat down next to him and, without asking permission, took him in her hand, then her mouth. Ever since then, he and Delilah had had many trysts. She taught him how to fuck a woman to give her as much pleasure as he got. She had told him that she would never tell the other slave women because, if they found out how he was hung, they would all be after him.

"That's what I came to tell you, Rachel. The doctor is with her now. He told me that she won't live through the night."

Rachel burst into tears, forgetting that the sheet was barely covering her bare breasts. The sheet slipped down, revealing her bountiful mounds almost to the nipples. "But I just came from her. She seemed better!" she cried.

Any other time, Robert would stare at his sister's breasts, then go find Delilah for sexual release. But their mother was dying; his sister needed comforting. He sat down on the bed and placed his hand on her face. He wished fervently that his fiancé was as pretty or as sweet as Rachel.

"Robert, I need you to hold me," she sobbed. To his great surprise, she sat up, the sheet falling back over her perfect young breasts. She didn't seem to notice. His cock lurched as he took her in his arms and held her. He could feel the swell of her breasts mashed into his chest. His sister's face was pressed into his neck and he could feel her tears flowing under his collar. It was heartbreaking.

Suddenly, Rachel realized that she was uncovered from the waist up. She broke their embrace and saw that her brother was staring at her breasts. She demurely pulled the sheet up to cover herself. For some reason that she could not have explained, she didn't feel self-conscious. "I'm sorry. I forgot I was undressed," she whispered.

Robert's raging hard-on was consuming his thoughts. He managed to say, "It's okay, Rachel. I'm your brother."

He immediately thought that what he said was stupid, but she smiled at him. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he loved her with all his heart.

She took his hand. "You're all I have, Robert. Mama's dying; I detest Daddy; I have no friends to speak of..."

Desire for her overwhelmed his rational thought. He placed his hand behind her head and drew her to him, passionately kissing her lips. To his great surprise, she kissed him back.

Then she broke the kiss, and with a great gasp for breath, said, "Robert, we should not do that!"

"I am sorry. I'm so sorry, Rachel. But I just love you so much. I just couldn't control myself," he stammered.

"I love you, too, Robert. You're the best man I know." She chuckled, "But I don't know many men!"

"I think we should go sit with Mama," he said as he forced himself to stand and turn away from his sister.

"Yes. We should. I...need to get dressed, though. Do you mind stepping outside until I do?"

"I'll be in my room," he said, without turning around. "Come get me."

*****

Three days later, Verina Claiborne was laid to rest in the family cemetery. Her husband, Thomas, was dry eyed throughout the funeral and, immediately afterward, left the plantation. He said he had business to attend to. The siblings, Robert and Rachel, sobbed throughout the funeral and burial, as did many of the slaves who were well-acquainted with Verina. She had always been kind to all of them.

That night, the Big House seemed empty. The only slave who slept in the house was Jemima, the cook. Her room was off the kitchen, which as attached to the house by a walkway. Only Robert and Rachel were in the actual house. Robert lay in his bed, sleepless. He had so much on his mind - his mother's death; the ambivalence of his father; rumors that a war was coming.

At one time, he had idolized his father. Over the years, however, as he had witnessed how slaves were treated, he had come to doubt the institution of slavery. Then there was his sister. He was the only person, other than people with whom she corresponded, who knew that she was an avowed abolitionist. They had talked about the topic many times. They had argued, but Rachel's reasoning and logic always made him doubt any arguments he could come up with for the continuation of slavery.

As he pondered these things, he suddenly realized that he could hear his sister, just down the hall from him. Listening carefully, he could hear her piteous moans of grief. He felt ashamed that he had not been as close to their mother as she had been. Of course he had loved her, but he had never had the bond that Rachel had shared with Verina. And, like Rachel had intimated to him a few days previously, Rachel really didn't have many friends. She had told him that he, Robert, was all she had.

He rose from his bed, lit his coal oil lamp, and put a nightshirt on over his naked body. The nightshirt was long-sleeved, tied with a sash at the waist, and came down below his knees.

He walked down the hall and knocked on Rachel's door.

"Come in, Robert," she managed, through her tears.

He set his lamp on a side table, then went to her bed, drew the bed covers down, and lay down, taking his sister in his arms. She wore a thick nightgown that was cut similarly to his own nightshirt. The only difference was that his garment opened at the front. Her nightgown had a few buttons at the top, which were unbuttoned, revealing her wealth of cleavage, but could only be removed by pulling it over her head. She wore no undergarments to bed.

"Rachel," he whispered. He couldn't think straight. His grief, all the other things on his mind and now, the feel of his sister's lush young body in his arms, made it impossible for him to think what to say. "Rachel...Rachel," was all he could think of to say as his tears flowed down his face.

Suddenly she was kissing him - deep, passionate kisses. His cock hardened quickly as he kissed her back, sucking her tongue into his mouth. She replied in kind, opening her mouth wide and searching for his tongue to suckle. She was moaning and pulling him closer to her, obviously pressing her breasts into his chest.

As they kissed, she ran her hands over his body. She reached under the sash of his nightshirt and found his cock. She gasped, never having imagined that her brother would be so big. It felt huge, both thick and long - although she was quite sure that it wasn't as long as Charles'. She gasped, almost hyperventilating.

She knew she wasn't thinking straight, but she didn't care. She had never been intimate with a man and she had no prospects to do so. She didn't want to get married. She had too many goals for her own life that would be hindered by marriage. Neither did she want to be a "loose woman". If a woman had sex before marriage, and that fact was discovered, she risked being ostracized and it certainly would decrease her prospects for marriage. Her brother was the perfect solution. She loved him, she was attracted to him, and there was absolutely no chance that anyone would ever find out - unless she became pregnant. She knew, however, that her period was due to start soon, and that the chances of her getting pregnant were very small.

She rolled over on top of Robert and proceeded to crawl down between his legs. She untied the sash to his nightshirt and eagerly opened it, revealing her brother's muscular, naked body to her lustful gaze. Her vision was drawn immediately to his cock.

She grasped it inexpertly and looked into her brother's face. "It's so big," she whispered. "I never imagined it would be this big."

"Rachel!" he gasped. "What are we doing? We're brother and sister..."

"And we're alone and we need each other...," she gasped as she gave into her desires and kissed his penis. "Oh, Robert, it's so beautiful!"

"Rachel...are you...experienced?" he asked, haltingly.

"No. Is that a problem?" she smiled as she kissed his penis again.

"You're my sister!" Robert managed to say, although he had never felt such overwhelming desire in his life.

"I assume you're experienced..." she muttered as she lifted his prodigious balls. Everything about him was exciting. She knew that pain would be involved at some point, but she couldn't wait for her beloved brother to introduce her to sex...there were so many things she wanted to experience with him.

He nodded.

"Who?" she asked.

"Rachel..."

"A lot of girls? Nancy? Any of the slaves? I know Daddy does them all the time..."

"Nancy, yes. After our engagement. And one of the slaves. Delilah," he muttered. His sister kissing and fondling his cock and balls was making him delirious. He felt compelled to tell her the truth.

"Delilah? She's like 30!"

"I know...I never made her do it. She asked me. I'm not like Daddy," he replied.

"Nobody else?" she asked as she licked his cock as she had seen Peg do with Charles.

"No, Rachel... where did you learn to do this?" he panted.

"Watching," she smiled, conspiratorially.

"Who?" he gasped.

"Charles and Peg...it's so beautiful. They're so much in love..."

"Peg? You know she's our half-sister, right? She looks a little like you, come to think of it..." he moaned. He had noticed the young slave girl many times and thought how sexy she looked. He knew that she, along with several other slaves, were sired by his father. Until now, though, he had not realized how much Peg looked like Rachel.

"Maybe that's why Charles loves her...," she said, teasingly.

"Be careful. Daddy told Charles several years ago that he if ever as much as looked at you again, he would beat him."

"I know. I'm careful to not go around him or speak to him...," she said, then took the head of her brother's cock into her mouth for the first time.

"Rachel...oh my goodness...that's going to make me..."

"Cum?" she giggled as she took him out of her mouth and stroked his long, thick, saliva-slickened cock.

"You don't want that in your mouth..."

"Yes I do. I want it more than anything," she whispered as she took the head into her mouth and, experimentally, took a couple more inches of his shaft into her mouth. She was so excited that she felt no gag reflex at all. This was exactly what she had imagined it would be like. She loved the feel of the powerful organ in her mouth and was eager to taste her brother's cum. She slurped and heard her brother groan.

"Rachel, I'm cumming..." he groaned loudly.

A huge gob of warm cream suddenly shot into her mouth with totally unexpected force. She reacted by pulling her head back off of him, then got another wad directly in her face, covering her lips and running down her chin. By the time he had blasted her face a second time, she realized that she was missing out on what she had long desired - a drink of a man's semen. She had always imagined that she would like the flavor, and she wasn't disappointed. As she eagerly sucked the remainder of his immense load into her mouth, she felt that she had never experienced anything as exciting in her life. His cum was warm and thick and tasted delicious. As he continued to moan and shoot more and more of the thick fluid into her mouth, she swallowed and opened her mouth for more. When she was satisfied that there would be no more, she licked the remainder off of his dwindling cock, then wiped her face with her fingers and sucked them until she had ingested every delicious drop of her brother's offering.

"Oh, Rachel... ohhhh, Rachel...," he continued to groan.

"That was delicious," she whispered as she stood and removed her nightgown. She lay down beside her brother and looked in his eyes. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," she said.

"You've been thinking about sucking me?" he asked incredulously.

She giggled. "Well, no. I guess I never imagined it would be you. I mean...the act. It just seems so loving and sensuous."

She reached and grasped his cock again, lovingly stroking it as she kissed her brother's lips. "I love you, Robert. I am glad you're my first."

Robert gazed down his sister's naked body. He had, of course, seen her naked before, but she didn't know it. Now, she had presented her nakedness to him as a gift. He planned to pay her back for this loving act by pleasing her in every way that he knew how - by using the techniques that Delilah had carefully taught him.

"Rachel, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he croaked, emotion filling his voice. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I didn't want to say or do anything to disrespect you."

"You can fuck me without pulling out," she stated flatly. "Do you know about a woman's rhythm?"

"Yes, Delilah told me all that stuff. Is it your time of the month?" he whispered.

"It will be in two or three days. This is the safe time," she replied, leaning toward him to kiss him again.

Robert suddenly stood and, discarding his nightshirt, which had been laying under him, he feasted his eyes on his sister's lush nakedness. He sat on the bed and leaned forward to kiss one of her breasts, then the other. Inspired by the passionate moans of his sister, he began to delicately suckle one of her nipples.

"Oh, Robert, that feels so good," she groaned. She had never, of course, had her nipples sucked before and hadn't imagined that it could feel this good. "Do the other one, please!"

Robert grasped her other breast with both hands and began feeding it into his mouth. He ran his tongue rapidly around her nipple, sucked it, and then repeated. He then flicked her nipple with the end of his tongue as quickly as he could. Then, moaning, he fed her delicious breast into his mouth - cramming as much of her gorgeous titflesh into his mouth as he possibly could. Still, that was not half of her breast. They were large and, he had already noticed, didn't sag at all. He had never had the opportunity to study how perfect her young body was until tonight. His cock throbbed, eager to breed this young goddess - his little sister. He was determined, however, to make this an experience that she could not possibly ever forget or regret.

After a few more minutes of sucking his sister's delightful breasts, he suddenly slipped to his knees on the floor. He grasped his sister's lower legs and turned her until her seething pussy was staring him directly in the face, her bottom on the edge of the bed.

"Robert!" she giggled. "What eva are y'all doin?" she said, in an exaggerated 'Southern belle' accent.

He could smell how excited she was. It made his cock throb and filled him with an insane lust. He grasped her legs, pulling them open, and kissed her swollen clit; then he closed his lips on it, squeezing it delicately just as Delilah had taught him.

"Ohhhhh, Robert, YESSSSS!" came his sister's cries of passion.

Robert licked her wet pussy from her clit down to her opening, flicking his tongue inside her, drinking her sweet nectar. The smell and taste of her copious fluids drunkened him with lust. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked it as he began to insert a finger into her open, wet pussy. She was bucking her hips toward his face, grasping his head and pulling him toward her.

"I'm going to cum, sweet brother. You're making me cummmm!" she gasped, wantonly spreading her legs and pulling her brother's hair, demanding that he continue his wonderful ministrations.

Her orgasm seized her. "Oh it's beautiful! Cummmmmmming! Oh my sweet brother!" she moaned as her body cramped in an orgiastic frenzy. "Don't ever stop!" she moaned.

Finally she released her hold on his hair. Robert pulled his head back, his lower face covered in her juices. Rachel lay with her legs splayed open, her entire body moving gently with her heavy breathing. Her large, taut breasts, looked especially inviting and delicious as they gently swayed on her chest.

He stood and, moving his sister over to the center of the bed, crawled in with her. "Was that satisfactory?" he whispered.

"I never imagined..." she panted. "I don't think we should fuck."

"What?" he asked.

She smiled. "I'm kidding. I just don't see how it can be as good as what we just did."

As if to prove her wrong, Robert rolled over on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. He grasped his dripping wet cock and began to rub it on her pussy crease. He looked into her eyes to see her reaction.

"Make love to me, Robert," she said sweetly. "I know it will hurt some the first time. I'm okay with that." She lifted her head and kissed his lips.

Robert placed the head of his cock at her opening and pushed. She gasped and a slight look of fear crossed her face. Robert placed his feet so he could get more leverage and pushed again. He had taken Nancy's virginity and it had been very unpleasant. He hoped that his sister wouldn't be such a big baby about it.

Suddenly he felt what he assumed to be her hymen giving way. He stopped and looked carefully into her face. "You okay, Rachel?"

"Yes," she whispered, but he could see tears in her eyes. "I've never been better. I love you!" she whispered through her pain.

He pushed gently, yet again, and realized that the barrier had been broken. She was so very tight, just like Nancy had been, but instead of wailing for him to stop, Rachel smiled. He knew that this must be terribly uncomfortable for her, and it broke his heart to hurt her, even for a few moments. He felt tears coming into his own eyes; he was overwhelmed by the love that he felt for his sister. He couldn't imagine, at that moment, ever living a normal life again. He could never feel this way about another woman. He suddenly realized that he was in as far as he could go. He knew that he wasn't all the way in, but he hadn't expected her to be able to take it all.

"Don't move, Robert," she gasped. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair. She opened her eyes and smiled. "I love it, Big Brother. Just be gentle with me, this first time, okay?"

Robert, overcome with emotion, nodded.

"I'll make it up to you," she smiled as she stroked his face.

"What do you mean?" he gasped, feeling her pussy muscles squeezing him.

"I mean that after the first time, it won't hurt and you can do it as hard and fast as you want," she grinned.

"Oh, yeah? So there's going to be other times?"

"What's stopping us? We're here alone. We can do it every day. Right?"

"No, you don't want a baby by your brother," he smiled.

"Actually, I would love to have your baby...but it's not the best idea, I know...but we can do...the other...right?" she asked.

"You seemed to like it," he laughed, then pulled his cock a few inches back, before sliding slowly back into her.

"Oh I did. I already want to suck it again... and I loved what you did down there with your mouth!" she whispered.

"This feels so good, Rachel. Am I hurting you?" he asked as he pulled back slowly, and fed himself back into her.

"Not much. Fuck me, Big Brother," she gasped. "Fuck your Little Sister. I don't care if it hurts a little!" she moaned.

Robert bent and took a nipple in his mouth and lightly bit it as he stroked just a bit more fervently inside her.

"Oh that's goooood!" she moaned.

Surprised at her reaction, he bent and did the same to the other nipple, and got a similar reaction.

"Robert, I love it all!" she moaned. "I love fucking you!" she screamed as she began to undulate her loins beneath him.

Robert stroked her faster and harder; as he did so, she reacted more and more aggressively, placing her hand on his butt and wrapping her long legs around him. She was squealing with passion; these sounds alone were enough to accelerate his need to cum. He moderated his thrusts, sometimes completely stopping. Delilah had trained him well. Her focus had been teaching him how to please a woman - not just to please himself.

"Oh Robert! Oh it's so good! I'm going to cum!" she yelped. She almost laughed, imagining any of her acquaintances hearing her now, the always quiet and demure Southern belle. She arched herself against her gorgeous brother, splaying her legs in anticipation of the load of semen he would soon be pumping into her eager body. She felt her orgasm over-taking her.

"Unghhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh FUCK!" she screamed as her body spasmed in delicious orgasm. She continued to buck her loins against her brother's pounding pelvis as hard as she possibly could. Forgotten was any pain she may have felt earlier.

Seeing his sister's beautiful face contorted in orgasm and savoring the sounds she was making as he fucked her clasping pussy viciously, Robert's own orgasm seized him.

"Cummmmmmingggg!" he groaned, but he needn't have told her. She could feel his cock spasming inside her tight pussy and knew that he was unloading his potent man-seed inside her. At that moment she fervently wished that she was at her most fertile time - to carry her brother's baby would be the most loving thing she could imagine.

Robert collapsed in her arms, gasping for breath. He had been of the opinion that sex with Delilah was incomparable because of her expertise and experience and eagerness for his big cock. But nothing in his experience had ever compared to what had just happened between he and his little sister.

"Robert, could you please get off of me?" she asked sweetly. "It's hurting a little."

Robert quickly rolled off of her and saw the evidence, both on the bed and on his deflating prick, that he had taken her virginity.

"Rachel, are you okay?" he asked.

She smiled. "How can you ask me that? That's the best thing I ever experienced."

"Me too..."

"When can we do it again?" she whispered as she rolled toward him and stroked his face.

"When do you want to?" he laughed. "Next week? Next month?"

"How about we get cleaned up, sleep a little, then do it again?"