I couldn’t quite organize the thoughts in my head. Even when I was looking away, I felt the urge to turn back and examine Katie’s body once again. At first I felt I was doing something wrong. After all, I felt uncomfortable whenever Master was looking over my shoulder while I was doing some new task. And I knew that staring in general was considered rude. But this was Katie. She was my sister in a way. She was family. And that made it okay.
Katie was already awake when I began my examination of her body, and when she realized I had joined her in the world of consciousness, she moved my other arm off of her hip and turned around to face me.
“Good morning, Johnny.”
Many hours later, after a long day of work, we washed up and settled into our hay bed for the evening. I lay awake in the darkness, staring at the roof, when I started thinking about what the Masters were doing that previous morning. Why had they been yelling and screaming?
For some reason, the train of thought prevented me from going to sleep. I looked to Katie, as if she could help me figure it out. But she had already gone to sleep. Already, I could see she was becoming quite “cute”. Oddly enough, I had never thought of her in that way before. She was never a “girl” to me, just “Katie”. But now, I could see how she would soon grow into the body of a woman.
As I watched her sleep, my face started to heat up, my breath not coming as easily as it normally did. My heart was pounding, and in shame and confusion, I tore my eyes away from Katie, turning around and facing the wall, willing my thoughts towards something else.
Fidgeting, I started mentally reciting my chore list for tomorrow, going over every little detail and every little step of my tasks. Eventually, I tired out and fell into a fitful sleep.
***
It was a few days later, a Sunday actually. Most Sundays, the Masters let us sleep in, and wouldn’t come to get us until about nine o’clock to get ready for church. Since we normally woke up with the sun, those extra hours were the highlight of our week.
Katie and I woke up in our usual position: stretched out across the hay, with Katie’s strawberry-blonde head pillow on my arm. My other arm was wrapped around her belly, holding her tightly.
The sun had just risen, and so we were awake when the morning rays entered our barn. But being a Sunday, we just lay there and enjoyed the time off. I snuggled in closer and let the sweet smell of Katie fill my nostrils while I left my eyes closed.
Perhaps a half an hour later, Katie turned around and stared into my eyes, her head still pillowed on my arm. “Johnny, I want to try kissing again.”
We had tried it a few times a year ago after watching the Masters do it. After all, if was easier to experiment with each other instead of trying to find someone from school. But kissing just felt funny, and a little awkward. It was nothing special and so we didn’t see what the point was.
So when Katie asked me, I looked at her kind of confused. But if she wanted to try something, sure, why not? There was no harm in it. “Um, okay.”
She leaned forward, puckering her lips the way we’d seen Ma’am do, and pressed her lips to mine. Last time we’d done this, it was nothing special. But this time? Something electric was jolting through my body, and I found myself pressing my lips back at hers with a burst of energy. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around her body, my palms finding a good grip on her butt cheeks.
It was all over too quickly. Katie backed up, her eyes bright. We both smiled, wondering at how different that had felt. I wanted to try it again. But then she simply turned around, snuggling in against my body again. We cuddled in bed the way we had always done for warmth and in friendship. Somehow, this felt very different.
Two weeks later, the Masters moved Katie to a bedroom inside the house. Ma’am’s health wasn’t so good. They needed Katie to start becoming a housemaid. Besides, I was strong enough now that I could handle all our farm chores myself. And then I was on my own again.
***
Several more winters went by, and Katie had grown up into a beautiful woman. I didn’t see that many girls to compare, just a few at school or around town and the matrons at church. But still I could tell that she was far more attractive than anyone else I had ever met. Now that she worked inside the house, she was able to keep clean, and her skin was clearer and softer than I ever remembered.
Katie had developed into a lithe version of the classic hourglass figure: tall, slender, and curvy in all the right places. She had an especially buoyant bosom that turned the heads of every male that saw her, and Ma’am made sure that every one of Katie’s dresses and blouses had a high neckline to keep her breasts out of sight.
I’d caught glimpses of them myself, but only glimpses. In the privacy of our barn loft, Katie and I would sneak away to practice kissing. She would loosen the ties to her constricting dresses, allowing the upper slopes of her breasts to come into view. I didn’t know exactly why, but seeing the shallow valley begin between the two mountains did more to get me hard than anything else. And Katie learned early on to tease me with these glimpses and get me to kiss her with greater passion.
Matched with a cute face and big blue eyes, Katie was the unquestionably the prettiest girl within a hundred miles. The Masters had to work extra hard to keep away all the boys who wanted to court her.
For my part, I went out of my way to threaten anyone who made unwelcome advances at my Katie as well. I’d grown up over the past few years, a steady American farm diet leading me to not only be taller than the Master, but also be stronger and more muscular. I didn’t have to work very hard to make a boy think twice about annoying Katie.
I also realized then that I’d been at the farm for most of my life. It was the only permanent home I’d ever had, and it was time for me to start taking an active responsibility in the place. Master was getting on in years, and couldn’t move as easily as he used to, so I had taken over some of the duties in charge.
Master would bring me to meet our business partners, and I was making friends with our customers and suppliers. Plus, it turned out I had a knack for the business things. With me in charge, we were starting to turn a healthier profit. It was a good thing too, as Katie and I had both reached the age where the government stopped sending checks. More and more every month, Master was looking on me as the son he never had, and I was earning his respect.
One day, after bringing home a particularly good check, Ma’am called on Katie to bring me an iced cold glass of lemonade.
“Johnny, you’re the new Man of the House!” Ma’am glanced at Master coming through the door behind me, a wink and a teasing grin on her face. “Isn’t he Katie? Johnny’s all grown up into a fine young man!”
Katie just smiled at me, her eyes sparkling as her gaze went up and down my body. “Yes, Ma’am. He has.”
I stared for a moment at her, her hair pulled into twin braids, a demure blouse and skirt doing little to hide her gorgeous figure.
Master just settled his heavy hand on my shoulder, breaking my reverie. “You’re doing good, Johnny. Just don’t let it go to your head. Understand?”
“I understand, Master. I won’t.”
I agreed not to get an inflated ego. But my confidence was booming, and it showed in the way I carried myself around the farm, as if now I was the master of my own domain.
That very afternoon, I was taking a cold shower in my usual spot towards the back of the barn. It wasn’t much more than a jerry-rigged cold-water hose inside a wooden partition. But with the heat of those days, it was quite refreshing.
I grabbed the towel off the hook, and began to dry myself off when the door opened. Instinctively, I covered myself with the towel, and Katie stood there with an impish smile on her face, carrying a fresh towel of her own.
“You done yet? You’ve been in here for ten minutes already!” I watched her eyes lazily trail downwards from my face. I was then thankful the cold water made sure I wasn’t going to get an embarrassing tent in my towel for at least a minute or two.
“It’s all yours.”
I stepped out, and Katie stepped in and began to shrug out of her dress even before I closed the door. Thing was, the door was just a few pieces of wood Master and I had slapped together, and we weren’t too careful about making sure there were no gaps between the wood pieces. From my particular vantage point, I could see little bits and pieces of Katie’s naked form right through the gaps, and my imagination was filling in all the perfection that I couldn’t actually see. She had the most beautiful breasts, firm yet soft, round yet perky. Her fit body had a trim waist, and a wonderfully shaped ass. The view was so much more than just a hint of her cleavage.
As quiet as I could be, I simply stood there and watched, catching brief glimpses of pink flesh while my heart started beating faster and faster. It didn’t even occur to me that if I could see her form through the slits, she too could see me. But all too quickly, Katie was done, the sound of water fading as she turned it off.
Shaking my head, I turned around and headed back to my loft. I’d recently discovered masturbation… and this was a fresh experience for my dreamy visions.
***
“Johnny, why are my breasts so fascinating?”
I half-choked on the piece of apple I was chewing on. Katie and I were sitting at the table, catching a breather after lunch in the main house. Ma’am had already retired to her room for a quick nap and Master had already headed out to the fields with a stern reminder for me to join him in ten minutes.
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