Date: Wed, 06 Jan 1999 05:26:36 PST
From: Yves Klein <yvesklein@hotmail.com>
Subject: And Farm Boy Makes Three (incest, rural, FMM)

And Farm Boy Makes Three                               By Yves Klein

	I was on my way to Prague to visit Lucinda, a childhood friend of mine
who recently moved there with her husband. She always laughed at the
irony  that I was the only one of our friends who wasn't yet married.
With all of us girls it had always been a race to see who got there
before 30. Now I was 30 and happily unhitched. It gave me more time for
my artwork and traveling. Certainly, I had love affairs every once in a
while. That was the beauty of traveling. You could fall in love for just
one night and make love for that entire night. Most of the men I was
attracted to were dynamic, forceful and usually a few years older than
me. Lucinda said it was because of my own dominant personality-that I
needed someone to counter it.
	Sitting here on the train as the sweeping landscapes of the Czech
Republic seemed to scurry past my eyes, I wondered what this vacation
would be like. I dreaded being confronted by the rituals of married life
and the whispers behind my back about how I would turn out an old maid.
There would also be no one to go out with since Lucinda, George and all
their friends were married. Oh well, another r&r holiday, I thought to
myself.
	Suddenly I the train halted without warning. Luggage collapsed to the
floor from overhead shelves. People eating and drinking found their
meals awash on their clothing. It was quite unexpected. The conductor
said something in Czech and then everyone huffed and puffed and started
gathering their things.

I looked around, confused. Thank God an old woman sitting across from me
spoke English. She explained, "We must stop in this village because
there is something wrong with this train. The next available one leaves
tomorrow afternoon." A look of panic must have spread across my face
because the lady, obviously taking pity on me, took me by the arm and
tried to calm me down.
"It is alright. It is alright. You must not worry. You are not from
here."
"No, I'm visiting from California. I'm supposed to go to Prague."
"It is a long way away, California. There is one hotel in this town and
it is not very clean. I can help you. My nephew and his family live on a
farm very close to this village. I will call him to stay there tonight.
Perhaps you can stay too."
I felt very strange about imposing on this kind stranger. But, since I
was in a foreign country, in the middle of nowhere, I had to take it as
some kind of gift from God. He was sending me this angel to help me make
it through the night. I smiled and graciously accepted.

The old lady, Mara, and I were picked up by her nephew in his pick up
truck. I was in shock. There was literally a barrel of hay fastened to
the back. It was out of a strange foreign movie. Milan, her nephew, had
a kind face and dazzling blue eyes. He looked like he was well into his
fifties, but knowing Eastern Europeans, he was probably in his early
forties. We didn't talk much on the way to the farm house. Mara and I
mostly just exchanged coy smiles. At some point, she explained to me
that the whole plot of land that I saw was owned by her nephew. It had
been in the family for centuries. Milan had lived there with his father.
He had only moved out briefly to wed a young girl from the village. They
had a child together, Johan, but when he was born, the young bride died.
Depressed and confused, Milan moved back to the farm house. He
eventually met a family friend's daughter, who had also lost her spouse
and they married. He insisted they both live in the farm house as he was
very superstitious. She brought with her her son Ion, from a previous
marriage. Both boys were now sixteen and "getting ideas of their own,"
according to the proud matriarch.

As soon as we arrived at the house we were greeted by Susanna. She was
waving from the front porch, carrying vegetables. She had long blond
hair pulled back in a bun and fresh, scrubbed face.
	"Food is ready soon. We all eat," she said, unsure of her words.
	We all sat down at a long wooden table with our full plates in front of
us, waiting for Johan and Ion.
	Milan said something in Czech.
	Mara translated. "He says that if the boys do not come in five minutes
we should start eating."
	"Mara, your English is so good. Where did you learn?" I asked.
	"Well, actually, I too lived in America, for about ten years, in Maine.
But that was a long time ago. I try to keep up with my English though. I
spend my summers in Canada."
	Just then the heavy wooden door swung open and the two angelic boys
appeared. Both were tall and lean and wore button-down short sleeved
shirts and shorts. Ion's hair was golden blond and his eyes were
blue-ish green. Johan had brown hair and blue eyes. Their hair-cuts were
sort of preppie Euro-boy, floppy and parted down the middle. Their lips
were so full and perfect, their cheeks flushed. They were truly
adorable.
	When I was introduced to them, they shyly looked down. "Nice to meet,"
they both said.
	I drank the most delicious wine that night. To this day, I still don't
know what it's called. All I know is that it was sweet nectar to my
lips. I began to feel quite drunk. As I watched the entire family down
the precious liquid I marveled at how Johan and Ion were encouraged, not
permitted, to drink. What a different culture.
	"We want Johan and Ion to learn English. Can you help them?" Susanna
asked, taking a last sip from her glass.
	"Well sure. There's still some time left tonight. We can have a talk
after dinner."
	Susanna smiled. "Beautiful."
		
	Milan informed me that I would be sleeping in a small barn that they
were in the process of converting into a rec room for the boys. He
apologized for its simplicity, saying that the family rarely entertained
visitors therefore there was just one extra room, were Mara would sleep.
	There were two barns, one to the left of the house, one to the right.
The one to the left was where they kept the live stock. The smaller one
to the right, about two hundred feet from the house was where I would
sleep. He pointed over to it.
	I walked to the barn house, my path illuminated only be a small torch
and the stars. When I got to the door I heard laughter-Johan and Ion's.
I opened the door a crack and saw the two of them with their shirts off
and flung over their shoulders, sitting at a table arm wrestling. I
can't explain why, but it was extremely erotic. Their smooth, hairless
chests twitched as they tried to win the game. Judging by the loudness
of their voices, they too were pretty drunk. I felt funny standing at
the door so I pushed it open in one swift movement so that it made a
loud creaking sound, which stunned the boys.
	They both bolted up, as if they'd been doing something wrong.
	"I'm sorry," I said. "Continue."
	"No, we are sorry. You will sleep here," said Ion.
	"I like arm wrestling too," I said, walking closer.
	"Yes?" said Johan with a goofy smile.
	These two were quite a pair. I couldn't help but stare at their perfect
young bodies, even though they were half my age. They had awakened
something in me that I never knew existed before.
	Ion pulled up a chair for me.
	"So you boys want to learn English."
	"Yes, very much so, said Johan."
	"And you don't?" I looked at Ion.
	He blushed. "It is not my language."
	"Ion is a bad boy. He never listens at school," interjected Johan.
	That one statement made a tingle spread from my nipples to my clit. I
took off my cardigan and leaned back, giving them a good view of my
erect nipples. They both watched, unabashedly. I guess the wine was
arresting their senses too.
	Johan looked away when our eyes met, but Ion couldn't stop from
staring.
	"Ion, don't you know it's not polite to stare," I told him.
	Johan jumped in, "I told you. He is a bad boy."
	"Very bad," I murmured.
	"But," Ion tried to get the words out of his mouth, "You are so
different. I am sorry if I look."
	"That's right. I'm a woman. That's what happens to little girls when
they grow up."
	Johan looked down at his pants. "We are still boys to you, yes?"
	"Yes, you're just little boys." I toyed with him. "Have either of you
ever even been with a woman?"
	There was an uncomfortable silence.
	Ion cleared his throat.  "We don't need women. Men have their hands."
	Both of them started laughing.
	They were obviously both virgins.
	I grabbed Ion by the wrist causing a look of awed shock to possess him.
"That's enough of that, little boy. You'll have to learn that discipline
is important when you're learning a language. Respect is also important.
Respect for your teacher." I spotted a hay stack in the corner of the
barn house. I pulled Ion over to it. "Now, pull down your shorts and
kneel over this." He didn't resist but did the action slowly, which I
was glad for, because it afforded me a salacious vision of his finely
rotund ass.
	I shot a glance over at Johan who was mesmerized with the power I
commanded over his step-brother. "Johan, I want you to come here and
stand beside me. You will learn about what your brother is made of." He
obeyed.
	"Now," I said, gently sliding my hand over Ion's baby-soft ass,
"Remember this, the next time you feel like being a bad boy, Ion." I
gave him three swift spankings, alternating cheeks. He yelped.
	I could see that the blood was rushing to his step-brother's face. I
grabbed his hand. "Now, spank your brother. Show him who's boss."
	Ion grumbled a bit.
	There was a pause.
	Johan looked at me, then at his step-brother's ass.
"Three spankings. Slap his ass, Johan."
	Suddenly out of nowhere, Johan smacked Ion's ass four times. He was
breathing heavily. Then he whacked it a fifth time, and a sixth time.
Ion yelped and uttered a couple of, "It hurts."
	"Bad boy," I called out.
	"Bad boy," Johan imitated me.
	I looked down and saw that Johan was getting a hard-on. I slid my hand
over his soft chest and down to his stomach, ultimately undoing his
shorts. When I touched the beautiful, un-cut cock, he shivered. "Again,
Johan, again." He slapped his brother's ass and I rewarded him each time
by becoming more active in arousing his cock. Finally, the slapping had
reached a fever pitch and the sixteen-year-old boy's cock was deep in my
throat. I thought he might come so I pulled it out and commanded,
"That's enough."
	Ion's ass was bright red. He still lay defeated on the haystack,
obviously afraid to move an inch. "Don't worry Ion, darling, the
punishment is over. Lay still." I kissed and sucked his left buttock. I
looked up at Johan, who was still rock hard. "What are you waiting for?
Ion is in pain. We have to kiss it better." I pushed his head down so
that he was kissing his step-brother's right buttock. Ion moaned as we
ravished him.
	I couldn't believe how possessed I'd become. But this wasn't enough. I
needed more. I pushed Johan's head away from the yearning buttock and
flipped Ion over. His hard-on was even more beautiful than Johan's. They
were both pretty and un-cut, but Ion's was an eight-incher. Ion stared
at us in disbelief.
	"Johan, have you ever played with your brother's penis?" I asked.
	He shook his head, 'no,' a bit embarrassed now.
	"I think it's much like playing with your own. You know how to do that,
don't you?"
	"Yes."
	I pushed his hand up to his brother's penis. For a moment both of our
hands were wrapped around the throbbing member. Ion began to pant in
expectation. I showed Johan how to jerk his brother. He obviously knew
how to do it but was afraid to initiate the action himself. Then I
leaned in and started rapturously kissing lovely Ion's lips. They were
so soft and so was his undulating tongue. I sucked at it, teased it,
grappled with his the young lips. Suddenly, I felt him getting more
excited. I heard a muffled whimper through our kiss. When I looked down
I was shocked and pleasantly surprised to see Johan sucking his
step-brother's dick. Ion too played his part thrusting his crotch
forward.
	"I bet you love this Ion, having your beautiful brother suck your
cock," I told him.
	His eyes were almost closed. "Yes, oh yes."
	"Well, I'm going to help out too." I crawled down so that I too was
crotch level. Then I took one of the boy's balls in my mouth and started
running my tongue over it. As Johan moved up and down on Ion's cock, I
would occasionally feel his lips brush against mine and it was
exhilarating. Ion's moans got louder and louder until he was finally
about to come. Johan moved his mouth slightly away, sharing the tasty
spray with me, as it shot all over both of our mouths.
	I looked at Johan and he looked back at me with a desperately hungry
glance. He then leaned in and started kissing me passionately. He
practically ripped off my dress. Before I knew it I was on my back and
his young boy body was writhing on top of my naked body.  I lifted my
head a bit, allowing him to kiss my neck. His tongue laved it gently,
causing me to moan uncontrollably. Then the boy made his way down to my
breasts. He took the left nipple in his mouth and starting lightly
flicking his tongue over it. My pussy was pulsating at this point. I
looked over and saw a now fully-recovered Ion making his way over to me
on his hands and knees. He leaned down and put my right nipple in his
mouth, flicking it with intense and directed vigor. The sight of these
two sixteen-year-old farm boys, each of them with their lips planted on
one of my breasts, drove me wild.
	"Oh yes, my babies, my angels, suckle me," I cried out. When I did, it
only increased their tempo. They were like these two perfect little boy
toys, obeying every one of my orders. This whole time I was feeling
Johan's hard cock against my leg. The pre-cum had dripped out a bit too,
making for a nice soft, wet lubricant.
	Just when I thought I couldn't handle any more of their teen love,
Johan put his cock inside me, thrusting slowly and sensuously. For a
moment his mouth detached from my breast, but somehow, craning his neck,
he was able to keep sucking it without losing his rhythm.
	Imagine the sensation I felt with these two hot teens all over me,
sucking each nipple and fucking me with virgin cock. I looked over at
Johan's hot body blanketing mine. Then I noticed that Ion was fingering
his step-brother's ass, causing him to moan like he was about to come. I
too was about to come but the boy burst out first, shooting his load
deep inside me. He fell to his side defeated. I leaned on my side too,
gently detaching Ion's mouth from my nipple. I was still hot with
desire. I pulled Ion up and starting kissing him, flicking my tongue in
perfect staccato rhythm in his mouth. He responded with equal passion.
Then I flipped him over on his back and got on top of him, immediately
thrusting his beautiful cock inside me and riding it.
	"Johan," I commanded between gasps, "Come here and kiss your brother
like a good boy."
	Johan got up and crawled over to us. He stared at the sight of his
brother getting fucked by me and then into his brother's eyes. He leaned
in and their lips met. They were so stunning together and they fit like
puzzle pieces. As they kissed I could feel Ion getting hotter and
hotter, thrusting deeper and deeper inside me.  Soon their kiss became
messy and uncontrollable. Their lips were everywhere, tongues
everywhere, arousing me to no end. I rested each of my hands on their
heads, gently prodding them together. It was too hot, this gorgeous
sight. I couldn't take it anymore. At that moment, my thighs spasmed and
my clit got hard as I rubbed myself against Ion and eventually came.
But the boys didn't stop their probing of each other's lips. All if this
wonderful brotherly affection and first-time zeal continued throughout
the night. They were after all sixteen, virile and eager to please. We
fucked each other until the rooster crowed at dawn and then we all
finally fell onto the bare mattress that had been placed there by their
parents for me hours earlier. I fell asleep on my back with a boy
nestled on each side of my chest, as cozy as cozy can be.