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Kassyghost
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- Joined
- Oct 24, 2016
- Location
- Six feet under the dirt
Hank Clark stood on the shoulder of the dirt road next to his dusty and battered mailbox staring at the letter from his Ex-wife in awe. She'd cut all communications off almost 16 years ago when she'd taken their daughter and left the farm for good, Leaving him to raise both their youngest son and eldest son all by himself.
He tore the envelope open and stared down in disbelief at the hand written correspondence and read it silently to himself, although his lips still mouthed the words slowly.
Dear Henry,
I would have contacted you via email but I see you haven't changed a bit since I left the farm, so I'm forced to contact you through this foregone medium. I hope all is well and that my writing you after all this time doesn't stir up your temper.
Firstly I'd like to say that I have come to a place in my life where I can forgive you for how you treated me and I can only pray that you too can do the same for my abandoning you all those years ago. I am not sorry for leaving, that was something I needed to do for my own emotional health and I hope you can understand that now. I am, however sorry for taking your daughter from you. I have grown more tolerant of things that used to bother me so much when I was younger and now I can admit to myself that a girl needs to know her father and especially her brothers to grow up to be a well rounded adult.
I have offered to let her spend the summer with you and the boys out on the farm and hope that you can all reconnect. I am sending her via the greyhound bus, because no Uber or Lyft will take her that far out of the city. She will have a return ticket with an open date on it, just in case you decide that things aren't going to work out. She will arrive at 9am in Windom Minnesota, the closest applicable town to the farm, tomorrow morning. If you are not there to pick her up, she knows to get back on the next bus and there will be no hard feelings.
I only ask that you take it easy on her, I know you are big on work ethic, morality and religion but you have to keep in mind that I've raised her since she was four years old in a secular urban environment for the majority of her life. Yes I do want her to learn how to live a life without everything right at her fingertips, but please refrain from being too harsh on her.
My best wishes and please send my love to our sons,
Signed: Kassandra (Clark) Moon.
Hank let his arm go limp and the letter drop to his thigh at the ramifications. He was going to get his daughter back, finally after all these years that liberal cunt was going to return Tori back to her rightful home, praise God.
Jackson, Hank's eldest son was coming up the long driveway from the barn after finishing his chores. "What'cha got there Pa? Another foreclosure notice from those filthy Heebs down at the bank?" Jackson asked seeing the awestruck look on her father's usually stoic face.
"No son, I made the payment this month, this letter is something far more astounding than Jew's greedy nature. Son, this letter....this letter is from your mother, she's finally come to her senses and is letting your sister Tori come home again." Hank answered, staring teary eyed into his son's dumbstruck face.
"Really PA? Tori's really coming home?" Jackson repeated, his thumbs locked into his suspenders around his bare sweaty chest.
"Yes son, and she'll be here in the morning, we'll have to do a lot of work around the house, it ain't fit for a lady. Us men can keep a good barn but housework has always escaped us. You go and tell your little brother to start cleaning up right away." Hank instructed.
"Yessir" Jackson took off in a run back toward the old farmhouse. Billy was sitting on the rundown front porch whittling a stick with a large bowie knife.
"What are you in such a big hurry fer, Jacks?" The 16 year old young man asked his brother.
"Ma is sending Tori back home, Pa said we gotta get the house in order." Jackson answered.
"Who the hell is Tori?" Billy asked, looking confused.
"Our sister ya halfwit..." Jacks answered, a big smile on his face. "We are gonna finally have a real woman around the house! Get off of your keister and get cleaning. You clean out the spare room and set up a bed in there!" Jacks commanded.
The boys worked tirelessly all night, skipping dinner and working late into the night. Neither one was able to sleep well that night, the anticipation was too much. Jacks' could remember when their mother left the farm, and he even remembered his little sister, but just barely. Billy however had almost no recollection of her and his imagination ran rampant the whole night. Would she be pretty, would she like him?
The next morning Pa had made breakfast, fresh eggs, toast and freshly slaughtered bacon. The boys ate heartily and then watched the clock until 7:45 am. Hank nodded his head, "Okay Jacks, take the Pickup truck to Windom and pick up your sister." He stated flatly, using a toothpick to pick the bacon fat out of his teeth.
" What about me Pa, can I go?" Billy pleaded.
"No son, Jacks' chores still need to be done and I need help milking the cows, you'll be staying here. Don't you fret there will be plenty of time for you to get your sister, afterall, I ain't planning on sending her back to the city...ever." Hank answered evenly.
Jackson jumped into the old 74' chevy pickup and roared the ancient beast to life. It's body was well rusted from years of Minnesota winters but they boys had kept her running despite her age and hard life. The trip to town would be around an hour and 15 minutes, Jacks had made it many times. The problem was that a man was bound to get bored driving that long. Jacks knew a trick to pass the time though, plain ol' masturbation usually made for a decent distraction. He was wearing his best pair of denim overalls, a white T shirt and an old pair of work boots. The overalls were great because you could simply unbutton the side of them and it gave easy access to your junk.
His hand entered through the easy access side and wrapped around the girth of his soft cock. He gave it a good hard squeeze and started fantasizing about Emily Daniels . She was a bar tramp from town and Jacks had had his way with her many times. She was a filthy little thing that was begging for a husband, but her reputation only allowed for random flings. After twenty miles of stroking though, Jacks couldn't seem to get the job done, his mind began to wander.
Over the years Kassy, their estranged mother had sent them class pictures of Tori as she'd grown into a beautiful young woman. On several nights Jacks had used those photo's to bring himself to climax. He knew it was wrong because she was his younger sister, but due to the separation of years the sin of incestual thinking seemed dulled. It was this image of his sister smiling in her senior photo that Jacks focused on and immediately got results. His semi hard cock swelled to full girth and it's big uncut head popped out of the foreskin and pressed hard against the rough denim of his overalls. He imagined her sweet ass pressing against his lips as he tongue fucked her pussy.
Town was getting close though and Jacks doubled down his focus, he wanted the troublesome devil's seed out of his body before he picked up Tori, but his cock wasn't cooperating. The Greyhound station was only a block away and he could see the silhouette of some pretty little thing standing on the corner. He doubled his efforts and really started baring down on the shaft, but still no cum. "Shit!" He exclaimed as the truck rolled up to the curb. Jacks' quickly pulled his hand out of his overalls as he arrived and he leaned over painfully, his erection poking him in the stomach and rolled down the window. "Hey Sis, you must be Tori, I'm your older brother Jacks, Just throw your bags in the back and hop in babe!" He said, an embarrassed smile on his face.
Jacks felt like a real jerk for not getting out and helping his little sister with her luggage, but with the massive hard on he had, there was no way he was gonna chance it. He only hoped she wouldn't take too much of a notice when she got into the cab of the truck next to him.
He tore the envelope open and stared down in disbelief at the hand written correspondence and read it silently to himself, although his lips still mouthed the words slowly.
Dear Henry,
I would have contacted you via email but I see you haven't changed a bit since I left the farm, so I'm forced to contact you through this foregone medium. I hope all is well and that my writing you after all this time doesn't stir up your temper.
Firstly I'd like to say that I have come to a place in my life where I can forgive you for how you treated me and I can only pray that you too can do the same for my abandoning you all those years ago. I am not sorry for leaving, that was something I needed to do for my own emotional health and I hope you can understand that now. I am, however sorry for taking your daughter from you. I have grown more tolerant of things that used to bother me so much when I was younger and now I can admit to myself that a girl needs to know her father and especially her brothers to grow up to be a well rounded adult.
I have offered to let her spend the summer with you and the boys out on the farm and hope that you can all reconnect. I am sending her via the greyhound bus, because no Uber or Lyft will take her that far out of the city. She will have a return ticket with an open date on it, just in case you decide that things aren't going to work out. She will arrive at 9am in Windom Minnesota, the closest applicable town to the farm, tomorrow morning. If you are not there to pick her up, she knows to get back on the next bus and there will be no hard feelings.
I only ask that you take it easy on her, I know you are big on work ethic, morality and religion but you have to keep in mind that I've raised her since she was four years old in a secular urban environment for the majority of her life. Yes I do want her to learn how to live a life without everything right at her fingertips, but please refrain from being too harsh on her.
My best wishes and please send my love to our sons,
Signed: Kassandra (Clark) Moon.
Hank let his arm go limp and the letter drop to his thigh at the ramifications. He was going to get his daughter back, finally after all these years that liberal cunt was going to return Tori back to her rightful home, praise God.
Jackson, Hank's eldest son was coming up the long driveway from the barn after finishing his chores. "What'cha got there Pa? Another foreclosure notice from those filthy Heebs down at the bank?" Jackson asked seeing the awestruck look on her father's usually stoic face.
"No son, I made the payment this month, this letter is something far more astounding than Jew's greedy nature. Son, this letter....this letter is from your mother, she's finally come to her senses and is letting your sister Tori come home again." Hank answered, staring teary eyed into his son's dumbstruck face.
"Really PA? Tori's really coming home?" Jackson repeated, his thumbs locked into his suspenders around his bare sweaty chest.
"Yes son, and she'll be here in the morning, we'll have to do a lot of work around the house, it ain't fit for a lady. Us men can keep a good barn but housework has always escaped us. You go and tell your little brother to start cleaning up right away." Hank instructed.
"Yessir" Jackson took off in a run back toward the old farmhouse. Billy was sitting on the rundown front porch whittling a stick with a large bowie knife.
"What are you in such a big hurry fer, Jacks?" The 16 year old young man asked his brother.
"Ma is sending Tori back home, Pa said we gotta get the house in order." Jackson answered.
"Who the hell is Tori?" Billy asked, looking confused.
"Our sister ya halfwit..." Jacks answered, a big smile on his face. "We are gonna finally have a real woman around the house! Get off of your keister and get cleaning. You clean out the spare room and set up a bed in there!" Jacks commanded.
The boys worked tirelessly all night, skipping dinner and working late into the night. Neither one was able to sleep well that night, the anticipation was too much. Jacks' could remember when their mother left the farm, and he even remembered his little sister, but just barely. Billy however had almost no recollection of her and his imagination ran rampant the whole night. Would she be pretty, would she like him?
The next morning Pa had made breakfast, fresh eggs, toast and freshly slaughtered bacon. The boys ate heartily and then watched the clock until 7:45 am. Hank nodded his head, "Okay Jacks, take the Pickup truck to Windom and pick up your sister." He stated flatly, using a toothpick to pick the bacon fat out of his teeth.
" What about me Pa, can I go?" Billy pleaded.
"No son, Jacks' chores still need to be done and I need help milking the cows, you'll be staying here. Don't you fret there will be plenty of time for you to get your sister, afterall, I ain't planning on sending her back to the city...ever." Hank answered evenly.
Jackson jumped into the old 74' chevy pickup and roared the ancient beast to life. It's body was well rusted from years of Minnesota winters but they boys had kept her running despite her age and hard life. The trip to town would be around an hour and 15 minutes, Jacks had made it many times. The problem was that a man was bound to get bored driving that long. Jacks knew a trick to pass the time though, plain ol' masturbation usually made for a decent distraction. He was wearing his best pair of denim overalls, a white T shirt and an old pair of work boots. The overalls were great because you could simply unbutton the side of them and it gave easy access to your junk.
His hand entered through the easy access side and wrapped around the girth of his soft cock. He gave it a good hard squeeze and started fantasizing about Emily Daniels . She was a bar tramp from town and Jacks had had his way with her many times. She was a filthy little thing that was begging for a husband, but her reputation only allowed for random flings. After twenty miles of stroking though, Jacks couldn't seem to get the job done, his mind began to wander.
Over the years Kassy, their estranged mother had sent them class pictures of Tori as she'd grown into a beautiful young woman. On several nights Jacks had used those photo's to bring himself to climax. He knew it was wrong because she was his younger sister, but due to the separation of years the sin of incestual thinking seemed dulled. It was this image of his sister smiling in her senior photo that Jacks focused on and immediately got results. His semi hard cock swelled to full girth and it's big uncut head popped out of the foreskin and pressed hard against the rough denim of his overalls. He imagined her sweet ass pressing against his lips as he tongue fucked her pussy.
Town was getting close though and Jacks doubled down his focus, he wanted the troublesome devil's seed out of his body before he picked up Tori, but his cock wasn't cooperating. The Greyhound station was only a block away and he could see the silhouette of some pretty little thing standing on the corner. He doubled his efforts and really started baring down on the shaft, but still no cum. "Shit!" He exclaimed as the truck rolled up to the curb. Jacks' quickly pulled his hand out of his overalls as he arrived and he leaned over painfully, his erection poking him in the stomach and rolled down the window. "Hey Sis, you must be Tori, I'm your older brother Jacks, Just throw your bags in the back and hop in babe!" He said, an embarrassed smile on his face.
Jacks felt like a real jerk for not getting out and helping his little sister with her luggage, but with the massive hard on he had, there was no way he was gonna chance it. He only hoped she wouldn't take too much of a notice when she got into the cab of the truck next to him.
