Jobs at the Farm Pt. 01

'I'm so happy,' my mom said, as she pulled the wedding veil off and ducked down to look in the mirror. 'Does that sound silly?'

'Of course not,' I said, packing the veil into its silk box. 'It's your wedding day. I'd be worried if you weren't happy.'

'And you're okay with the move? I know the farm is isolated...'

'We've talked about this, Mom. The farm is beautiful. I'm excited to see what it's like living there. And it's not like I have anything going on here.'

I'd lost three jobs in the two months since I'd finished high school. Mom said I'd yet to find my passion, but I wasn't sure it was that simple. I seemed inordinately untalented at everything, that was the true problem. I was hoping the farm was the answer.

'Okay. Okay good. I love you, honey.' Mom dragged a comb through her blond hair one last time, and threw the removable train of her dress onto the hotel bed. 'We'll deal with that later. Let's go party!'

I laughed as I left the room after her. It was amazing to see my mother so carefree. For most of my eighteen years it'd just been me and her, and she'd barely had a moment when she wasn't worrying - about money, me or the future. Now everything was going to be okay.

She'd met Cole, my new stepfather, when she'd driven out to his farm to try and get a contract. She'd been desperate enough to drive six hours for one meeting, as her boss had been threatening her with firing if she didn't get her sales stats in order. And despite it being a multi-million dollar business, the farm's IT was from the dark ages, she'd said, and their security was terrible. It had seemed a sure thing. Unfortunately Cole had said he liked the ancient technology and the fact that to him security meant a solid fence and a gun cabinet, not a load of nonsense on a screen. So she hadn't got a contract, but she had got a date.

It wasn't long before she introduced me. She'd wanted to be honest about being a single mother. And she'd wanted me to give her an honest opinion on her new boyfriend.

Honestly? He was hot, for an older guy. Fit and tanned and kind of intense. He looked at me like I was cattle he wanted to put a price on. I didn't like that much, but I understood it was just his way. And he made Mom feel like a queen. What more could I ask for?

He drove twelve hour round trips twice a week while he was trying to persuade her to marry him. And finally she'd agreed.

It was at their engagement dinner I met my stepbrothers-to-be. Cole was also a single parent. His wife had died when his youngest son was still a baby, and since then he'd brought up his three sons alone. They were now 19, 21 and 24, and they all worked at the farm.

Blake, Hunter and Drew were as fit and good looking as their dad. Blake was the oldest and very careful around me and Mom, very gentlemanly and courteous, but had an easy smile. Hunter could be more off-hand and distant, and he was the most like Coke in intensity. Drew was funny, always teasing and managed to get even his dad to laugh sometimes. When Mom suggested we move in with them I didn't hesitate. I'd always wanted siblings and I couldn't wait to be a proper family.

And now we were, kind of. Mom and Cole had been married five hours. We'd had the reception, done the toasts, heard the speeches, it was time for the dancing. Mom and I didn't have a lot of family, but we were both good at making friends and so the room was full and buzzing as the DJ played all the oldiest and goodiest songs.

Cole and Mom did their dance and then everyone was called onto the floor. I hung back a moment, feeling shy, watching my mom hug Cole's aunt and then kiss his uncle on the cheek. She'd been well and truly welcomed into the family.

'Come on,' Cole said, suddenly appearing by my side. 'No holding back on the celebrating. You've got dancing to do.' I was glad to be persuaded as it got me over my nerves. His hand was on my forearm and I thought he meant he was going to be my first partner, but then my hand was being placed in Drew's. 'Take her for a spin,' Cole said in that brusque way he had. As if I was a car not a human. I laughed.

'Dad...' Drew turned to me. 'Well, I guess we're dancing,' he said, but he didn't sound enthusiastic.

'It's okay. We don't have to...' I was a bit hurt at his reluctance.

'No. I want to, of course. It's just, Dad can be a little blunt. He wants us to... bond as a family or whatever. And he doesn't have time for that to happen organically, apparently.' He rolled his eyes and put my hands on his shoulders, backing me into the throng of people.

'So at the farm,' I said. 'What kinds of jobs do you think I'll be able to do?'

'Errr...'

'I asked your dad but he was kind of vague.' I looked up at Drew's face, and found he was staring over my shoulder. I whipped my head round. 'Is there someone you'd rather...' but it was his dad he was staring at, and I saw Blake and Hunter, standing at the edge of the dance floor looking too. None of them were smiling, in fact Blake looked concerned. 'He's not that bad a dancer,' I said as I twirled past, trying to make a joke. Drew's mouth twitched up, but that's all the response I got.

During a break during the dancing Cole came over and asked me how many glasses of champagne I'd had. (Two.)

'How many does it usually take you to get drunk?'

'What?'

'So we know to keep an eye on you,' Blake said, sitting down next to me.

'Oh. I don't know. I don't normally drink. It's only because it's a wedding...'

'Good time to experiment then,' Cole said with a stern glance at Blake. 'While we're here to keep you safe.'

It seemed weird that he was pushing me to drink, but I wasn't going to say no. Who knew when I'd get to drink free champagne again with parental permission and safe supervision. Blake didn't look happy, but I took another glass of champagne and started to sip it.

Turns out four is my limit. Halfway through the fifth I was wobbling on my satin heels and feeling pretty sick.

Cole told Hunter to take me outside for some air.

'There's air in here,' he told his dad. 'Your guests aren't fish, you know.'

Hunter, I'm not gonna tell you twice.'

So with some sighing we made it out onto the dark lawn, Hunter's arm wrapped around my back to keep me steady.

'Iss nice,' I slurred, 'tha you're all looking affer me. Not used to it.'

Hunter winced, but that could be because I stood on his foot as I stumbled.

*

My stepbrothers went back to the farm the morning after the wedding, but Mom and Cole and I stayed behind to pack the last of our belongings up. There wasn't a lot. Mom and I had rented a two-bed furnished place so it was mostly just clothes and a few sentimental items. It all fitted in Cole's pickup.

I fell asleep on the journey, and only woke briefly when Cole and Mom raised their voices slightly.

'She's as capable as any boy,' Mom was saying, real heat in her voice.

'Ain't denying that, sweetheart, but there are still tasks that girls are better fitted for.'

'Like what?'

'Indoor work...'

'You mean cooking and cleaning?'

'Ain't no shame in that. Honest work. But no, me and my boys are used to chores. We all do our share. What I'm saying is we need to find a role for her.'

'And does she get a say?'

'Course. I only want everyone to be happy. I think having you two out on the farm is going to make everyone happy. I know I'm happier already.' His hand found her thigh and I closed my eyes again.

*

It was harder to find a role for me than I'd anticipated. The horses scared me, the machinery was beyond comprehension and I couldn't knock in a fence post to save my life. Drew spent hours laughing as I tried to reach the top of the hay baler or failed to lift a shovel of dung out a barn. I was useless and irritable.

Cole was calm though. Smiling. 'Don't matter,' he reassured me. 'We'll find the job you're made for.'

It didn't help that we saw nearly no one else. The farm was so isolated that when the oil was delivered for the heating system we all ran out to talk to the poor driver as if he were a prophet.

There had been farmhands at one point - there was still a bunkhouse - but between four men and modern(ish) machinery the farm was handled without extra labor.

It was six hours to the nearest town, and now Mom was on the farm Cole showed no interest in visiting. He also discouraged his sons from spending time away. They got into fights whenever leaving was brought up and there were always jobs to finish up, jobs that went on late, till everyone was too tired to drive.

So in the evenings we watched a lot of TV in the big den at the back of the farmhouse. It was a gorgeous room. Wide and comfortable, with big windows out to the fields, and three huge comfy sofas in a horseshoe shape. Mom and Cole tended to take one and I ended up on another with either Blake, Hunter or Drew. It was warm and cozy and there were plaid blankets and I nearly always fell asleep.

One night I woke gradually, to the sound of my stepbrothers' voices.

'...need to get into town. I ain't gotten laid since the old man was married.'

'It's like he's cockblocking us deliberately,' Drew said.

'You know he isn't.' That was Hunter. His tone darker.

'He can't really mean that,' Blake said. 'I mean... about using her. He was joking. Right?'

'Since when does ole Cole joke?'

'But... she's...'

'Hot, legal, and... here.'

There was a long pause while I laid still as could be and tried not to let on I was awake. I was still so long I fell asleep again.

*

After that I watched my stepbrothers through a different lens. Something was going on, something I only just understood. Still, I was unprepared for what happened.

One morning Cole told me to feed the chickens in the barn. It was one of the few jobs I was yet to fail at. Mom was inside working on the farm's website and social media. She loved thinking up new ways to do the marketing and I didn't begrudge her, but I had a feeling my role wasn't going to be so enjoyable. I was crossing the yard when I heard Cole's voice, low and commanding.

'Come here.' He was standing in the open door of the old bunkhouse, beckoning to me. I put down the feed pail and walked over.

'What's up?'

'Inside.'

I walked in and saw my three stepbrothers standing in the bunk room. There was a big table in the middle, big enough to seat a dozen men, and chairs stacked by the wall. Hunter was looking at me intently, but the others were staring pointedly at the walls.

'We've found a job for you,' Cole said. 'One you're uniquely qualified for.'

I looked around. 'In here? Oh. Do you want me to help refurbish this place?' I was relieved. This was something I might be able to do. Painting, wallpapering, even plastering and tiling maybe, if I watched enough YouTube videos. 'We could rent it out, it would make a great AirBnb. Maybe split this room so you could fit in an extra bedroom...' my voice petered out as I saw their expressions. They looked... hungry.

'Not exactly,' Cole said. 'Blake. Put her over the table.'

'What?' I said.

'Dad?'

'I said, over the table. Go on.'

Blake's hands were on my shoulder blades, he didn't even really push, but I moved anyway. I don't know what I thought was going to happen. I let myself bend gently until the rough grain of the table was against my cheek.

'Push her skirt up.'

I came back to my senses and tried to stand at that, but Blake was pressing now on the top of my back, keeping me still. He sighed a little as he hiked my skirt up over my butt.

'That's a nice little ass,' Cole said.

'Hey, you're married,' I said, venom in my voice, struggling to get up again.

'I know that, darlin', and I ain't noticing on my behalf. Touch her, Blake.'

'Dad...'

'Touch her. What do you think she's for? What d'you think I brought her here for. Put your hands on her. What, are you homo or something?'

It's just... she's our sister...' That was Drew, fresh out of jokes.

'She ain't your sister. You don't share blood, you didn't grow up with her. Did you? Go on. Touch her. Take her.'

At that Blake let go of me. 'Dad, this has gone too far.'

I scrambled up and tried to make it to the door.

'Hunter! Catch her.'

I was a step from the door, but then there were hands on my upper arms, a big muscular arm across my chest, one wrapped round my middle. I tried to wrestle free, to bang my head back into a nose or chin, to scrape my heels down shins, but I was held too tightly, and Hunter was so much bigger, he could avoid or withstand anything I did.

'Bad girl,' he breathed into my ear.

'Put her back on the table.'

Hunter was rougher than Blake. He shoved me forward. My heart was banging on my chest, my thoughts fuzzy. I was still trying to process what was happening.

'Skirt,' Cole barked.

Hunter whipped it up. Then his hand was on my butt cheek, squeezing.

'Stop,' I said, a whisper, then a shout. 'Stop. I'll tell Mom.'

Pain exploded over my skin. A sharp smack on my exposed ass. I had no idea who'd delivered it.

'You will not tell your mother,' Cole said, his voice practically a hiss. 'Your mother is finally happy after all this time, and you can finally pull your weight. She's had to drag your ass up for eighteen years. Could have dumped you on the state after your deadbeat dad left, could have made something of herself, but no. She looked after you. You can do something to help out for once.'

He took a breath, as if to calm himself. 'Right, I was going to do this in order, but Hunter's the only one with balls. So he gets to go first.'

My insides clenched. I was pretty sure I knew what he was talking about. 'No. No no no.'

'Get her panties down. And Drew, come prove yourself. Get her shirt off. Hold her.'

Drew moved to the other side of the table, I could see his thighs in front of me. Not just his thighs. His dick was hard in his jeans, the shape of it clear under the denim. He wasn't small. He pulled my t-shirt up sharp, tugging it over my head, and pulling till it was tangled round my wrists. Then I felt one hand, heavy on my neck, and his other fist as it gripped my hair.

Meanwhile Hunter was dragging my panties down my legs, and scratching the tender skin as he went.

'Drew, please,' I said, feeling I had a better chance at getting through to the youngest member of the family. 'Please let me go.'

'Drew, do not let go,' Cole said, his words weightier and more commanding.

Drew's hands didn't waver.

'Go on Hunter. Touch that pussy.'

'Oh shit.' I tried to wriggle free and got another smack.

'None of that language, girl. Go on Hunter, see if she's wet.'

'As if!' But I was, I knew I was. Some biological response to the threat was making me leak onto the table.

'Oh man,' Hunter said, as his fingers made contact with my flesh. 'She's dripping.' He rubbed two fingers up and down between my legs and I tried to stay still but the friction made me buck.

'See?' Cole said. 'She wants it really.'

I'd have argued, but I was trying to stop my breath catching, trying not to sound excited, breathy, turned on. 'Please,' I said, but it sounded like I was begging to be fucked and they all laughed. Even Blake.

'Do it,' Cole said. 'Fill her up.'

There was a sound of a belt buckle, a zipper, and then I felt the blunt end of a dick. I wriggled again, but Drew added more pressure to my neck and shoulders. Hunter pulled my thighs apart, dragging my flesh till I could feel cool air on the inner lips of my pussy.

'Look at that,' he said, and then he was shoving into me.

'No! Fuck.'

'What did I say about language?'

'Ah. Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry.' I didn't want to be hit again. 'It's just. Please. He's too big.' I was whimpering and trying to move away, the head of his dick was hitting something that hurt and felt exciting at the same time. But Hunter gripped my hips and held me still.

'He ain't too big. He's just stretching you to fit, girl.'

'Oh yeah, she's tight. Feels good.'

He was forcing more and more of his dick inside me. It was intense. I tried again to move up the table. 'Too much,' I whined. 'Please. Stop.'

'Okay. Give her a minute,' Cole called. 'Let her get used to your dick in her.'

Hunter hissed out a breath, but stilled, letting me relax around him, my body trying to understand the invasion. He rubbed up and down my waist and butt, massaging. 'She's got a banging body,' he said. 'And I'm going to enjoy banging it.'

I noticed he was telling his dad not me. Like I didn't know the language or was some animal he was using. I screeched and bucked again, angrily this time, but he took it as permission, withdrew slightly and then slammed back into me. It felt almost good.

'Want it rough?' He asked, growling close to my ear. 'I can give it to you rough.'

'Not too rough,' Cole called, his tone eminently reasonable. 'She has to take your brother next.'

I squeezed my eyes shut at that news. My pussy squeezed too.

Hunter grunted. 'Need to do it hard to cum.' He demonstrated with another pound into my pussy.

'Fine,'Cole said. 'But make it quick.'

'Won't take long,' he said, pulling out and slamming back in, faster this time. 'Been wanting to spill inside this cunt since we met.'

I noticed Hunter didn't get told off about his language.

He put one hand on my shoulder and thrust into me in brutal strokes that made me yelp in confused pain and pleasure. A few more slams and he was groaning, slowing, forcing his dick in deep one more time before easing himself out. I could feel his semen running down the inside of my thighs.

'Now ain't that a picture,' Cole said. A finger was dragged up my thigh, pushing cum back into my ragged pussy. 'Blake, you're up next. Your brother's lubed her up for you.'

'Oh god.' I looked to see Blake come towards the table. Before he moved out of sight I saw his dick was out and ready, big, hard and glistening with pre-cum, he'd obviously been stroking himself while watching his brother fuck me.

He got behind me, his hairy thighs bushing my butt as he laid his dick over it, the tip reached my lower back.

'Damn. It's hard to believe she can take it,' Blake said.

'She can take it,' Cole said, implacable. 'You've just seen her take it.'

'Yeah, I saw.' He stepped back and I felt the head drag up through the mess between my legs, pushing in a little then backing out. He found my clit and rubbed slickly against it while l bit my lip and tried not to moan. I could feel my pussy clenching though and they saw it.

'Hot little bitch,' Cole said. 'Knew she would be. Knew when I met her she'd be just the girl to keep you boys grounded.'

'Just the right girl,' Blake said 'a little sister for us to use.' He'd changed his mind quickly after watching Hunter take me. And a few seconds later he was easing in.

It was easier than with Hunter. Less of a shock, and I was so much wetter, but my flesh was already rubbed raw and I whimpered as he pushed in. He was gentle though, tender almost, leaning over me to whisper.

'That's it,' he said, 'that's it good girl, lie still for me, that's my good little sister. Take my dick. All the way in. Oh that's good.'

He kept up a slow pace, filling me, stretching me, then drawing back so slowly, and he worked his fingers under my thigh to find my clit. One finger, then two. It wasn't the kind of pressure I'd use on my own, but it promised something. I started to move against him, couldn't help it.

'Oh yeah, that's my girl,' Blake said, his voice gutteral. 'Arch your back. Make it feel good. Make that cunt tight.'

I didn't want it. I didn't, but he was hitting the right spot, inside and out, I could feel my muscles start to shake, I moved faster, an orgasm just out of reach.

'Fuck, you're making her cum,' Cole said. 'Little bitch is in heat.'

Blake didn't seem to hear him, and kept up his rhythm, flawlessly. 'That's it. Cum for me, good girl. Make yourself cum on my dick. This is what you're for. This is what I want you for.'