The Family Farm

I’ve gotten many requests to expand this photo caption from several months ago, so I figured it might be a good way to get these Fridays started.

WARNING: Contains graphic depictions of incest, raunch and incontinence and scat. Don’t like it? Don’t fucking read it, and if you do read it, please don’t be a whiny bitch.

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Grumbling a bit, Peter stepped out of the shower and towelled off, wishing he could just get his son and get going. He hated staying here, out on the family farm with his big brother–Louie. Well, that wasn’t entirely true–he didn’t mind the farm too much, it was really Louie he couldn’t stand. He didn’t know what had happened to make the two of them grow up so differently, they’d both had the normal suburban childhood, but something had made Louie fall in love with the country, and convinced him to move out and stay with their great uncle on the farm when Peter went off to college, and farm life had made his brother unrecognizable. Still, to each his own Peter supposed.

Peter had come out to the farm in late august to pick up his son, Sam, who had spent the summer here, living with his uncle. He was going through a bit of a rough patch, getting into trouble with alcohol and drugs, doing poorly at his first year of college. Peter had made a summer at Uncle Louie’s farm a requirement, if Sam wanted Peter to keep paying the tuition bills, and he’d hoped a summer of hard labor away from the city would help set his son back on the straight and narrow. Still, things hadn’t gone all that smoothly since he’d arrived a few hours ago. Hell, he hadn’t even seen his son yet–Louie and he had been on their way to the barn where he was working, when Louie had stumbled into Peter, knocking him over into a massive mud puddle. Louie had insisted that they head back to the house, get Peter’s clothes off him so they could go in the wash, let him shower, and he could wear something else in the meantime.

Peter hung up the towel, thankful that at least the house had been updated a bit from his memory. Running water was a nice change–he’d always hated having to get it from the well out back when he visited as a kid. He went into the bedroom and saw that Louie had already picked up all of his clothes to be washed–including his underwear–and left a set of his own, a flannel shirt, a pair of overalls, and some rubber boots–nothing else.

Peter rolled his eyes, and figured his brother must have forgotten what more civilized people wore. Still, it wasn’t like he needed to keep himself up for anyone, living out here all alone. If anything, he’d gone even more hick than when Peter had last seen him years ago. Louie was a big man–several inches over six feet tall, and thick, that mix of fat and muscle Peter only saw on powerlifters and farmhands with an appetite. He was hairy as fuck too, and Peter had no idea where he’d gotten it. Neither Peter nor their father could grow a beard to save their lives, but Louie’s was down to his chest, and very full and wiry. Still, Peter figured he didn’t have much choice, and so he pulled on the clothes Louie had laid out, finding them way too big for his slender frame, but thankful that they were at least clean, and headed downstairs, to find his brother out on the porch, drinking some strong smelling alcohol from a mason jar.

“There ya are, nice and clean,” Louie said, smiling, “Again, sorry ‘bout pushin’ ya earlier, I musta tripped over mah own feet.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Peter said, “So, is Sam back yet?”

“Nah, I guess he’s still dungin’ out the barn, though he’s probably almost done. Why don’t we head over there again? I promise not tah fall intah ya this time.”

Peter nodded, and the two of them set off again, making it to the barn without incident, and stepped inside. It stank–bad, and Peter did his best not to breathe through his nose, but Louie stepped up next to him, took in a deep breath and sighed, “Damn I love the smell of a barn, don’t you, little bro? Go on, take it in, ain’t nothin’ like it.”

Peter wasn’t about to do that, but surprised himself when he took a deep inhale, nearly gagging when he did, Louie pounding him on the back when he doubled over.

“Aw, don’t sweat it–you’ll get used tah it, trust me. Come on, Sam oughta be over here.” Peter followed his big brother past the various stalls and the animals there, until they came to one, and Peter initially thought it was a pig, naked on all fours, it’s head stuffed in a trough. “Here he is, Sam sure does love life on the farm–in fact, I don’t think he wants tah leave, do ya Sam?”

The pig looked up at the sound of the Louie saying his name, and Peter’s jaw dropped–it wasn’t a pig at all–it was his son. His son was naked, on his hands and knees in the barn stall, face covered with slop, his body covered with filth, and with an approving snort towards Louie, Sam went back to cleaning out his trough. Peter saw that his son was no longer slender like his father–but fat. Just…fat, well over 500 pounds, his belly actually brushing the straw on the ground. It was disgusting, and he looked over at Louie, only to find his brother lustily staring at his fat, filthy nephew, massaging his cock through his overalls.

“What the fuck Louie? What the fuck did you do to him?” Peter said, fear and anger shaking his body.

“Well, ya told me Sam was having trouble at home and school, so I took care of it,” Louie said, walking over and patting Sam on the back, “I gave him a new home here, with his uncle out in the barn, and he’s too stupid for school now, so no worries there. Trust me, he’s gonna be real happy here, and I have a good feeling that yer gonna be happy here too.” Peter didn’t know what Louie meant by that, but he wasn’t about to find out. He backed up a few steps, shaking his head, but Louie said, “Stop moving,” and Peter’s feet rooted to the ground where he stood.

“What…what the fuck?” Peter said, trying to move.

“You can fight all you want, it won’t work. Goodness, I sure fought it when Great Uncle Mick dressed me up in them, and Sam fought it too, trust me, but we all give in eventually. You’ll love it soon enough, bro, just trust me,” Louie said, walking over, standing close enough for Peter to smell his filthy musk, “Now kiss me bro, while that fat pig boy a yers finishes his dinner.”

Peter couldn’t fight it, and he kissed his brother, his stomach churning in disgust as it happened, keeping his eyes closed, but he could still feel Louie’s beard scraping across his face, his hard cock grinding against his own, hear Sam devouring his slop and licking the metal clean. Louie pulled away after a couple of minutes when he heard Sam finish up, and walked back over to the pig. “Please Louie, please don’t do this.”

“Oh fuck you, Peter–you’ve had this coming, thinkin’ yer so high ‘n mighty. But we belong on the farm man, this is where the family oughta be. Ya gotta let loose, give up some control. Yer way too high strung. Here, git over here ‘n fuck this pig’s ass–that’ll loosen ya up–he’s got a great hole this one, nice ‘n tight,” Louie said, and slapped Sam’s ass cheek, the pig giving a grunt of approval.

“No, no I’m not going to do this, I’m not…”

Peter took a few steps forward, his hand reaching down and unzipping the fly of his overalls.

“I’m not going to fuck my son, God damn it Louie! Louie, fucking quit it!”

His cock was hard, why in the fuck was his cock hard…and…and dripping?

“Please, please Louie, don’t make me, don’t do this…come on!”

He was there now, he could smell his son’s filthy body, see the shit caked in his ass crack. He spread the cheeks apart, his cock so damn hard, and started working it into Sam’s asshole.

“Louie! Louie, please! Don’t do this, this is so fucking wrong!”

He was fucking his son. He was fucking his fat son’s hole, driving his cock in, and it felt…so damn good. It was tight, tighter than his wife’s pussy, so damn tight.

“Yeah, that’s it little bro,” Louie said, his own cock out of his overalls, “It feels good fucking yer boy, don’t it? Yer big fat piggy son? Yer damn proud a him, ain’t ya? Isn’t he a good lookin’ pig? Ain’t his ass nice and tight, like ya want?”

Peter shuddered, listening to his big brother’s words. His mouth was so dry, he couldn’t say anything, couldn’t fight it, it felt so good.

“Ya’ve always wanted this, just let go, quit holdin’ it in, relax. Just relax, and let it all out. Trust me Peter, it’ll feel so good to just relax…”

Peter gave another shudder, and it felt like the only thing in his body with any stiffness was his cock, and then he felt it. He felt himself shit right into the back of the overalls, and then he smelled it. “Oh fuck, oh fuck I didn’t, oh fuck…”

Louie could smell it, and the grin on his face scared Peter to death, as his brother reached around and felt the load of shit in the seat of his brother’s overalls. “Oh yeah, that’s the ticket–I didn’t know ya were intah the real nasty shit bro,” Louie said, “Yer a man after mah own heart.” He leaned in and started kissing his brother, kneading the shit around in the back of Peter’s overalls as he fucked his fat son. “Yeah, now cum bro, blow that load up yer son’s filthy hole.”

Peter let out a loud groan as he came, filling his son’s ass, disgusted with himself, and yet…it was turning him on. He tried to fight it, but the clothes were too strong. They were changing him–Louie was changing him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Damn bro, that was so fuckin’ hot–get down there ‘n suck off yer big brother. I have a feelin’ the three of us are gonna be one big happy family from now on.”

It was hours later when Louie and Peter tromped back to the house. It was already past dusk, and they could barely see where they were going in the near dark. Peter stumbled inside after Louie, humiliated, disgusted with himself, and yet hornier than ever. He’d lost track of how many times Louie had made him cum–with his face buried in Sam’s filthy ass crack, with Louie’s cock crammed up his own shitty hole, while he was wallowing in Louie’s piss after he’d set his own uncontrollably, and he wanted more, oh fuck if he didn’t want more of everything. Still, he was hungry more than anything, but Louie wouldn’t feed him until he’d made the call.

He walked over to the phone and dialed his home number.

“Hello?“

“Hey Trish.”

“Oh hey Peter, what’s up? Why aren’t you home yet?”

“Well, Sam’s really enjoying himself here, actually. It’s been a real change for the better.”

“Really? Oh thank god, that’s great.”

“Yeah, he actually wants to stay for another…another week. And I forgot how peaceful it is out here, so I’m gonna stay here with him.”

“Oh, well alright. Tell Louie I said hi.”

“I will…Love…Love you…”

“I love you too.”

“Bye…” Peter said, and hung up the phone, licking his lips. Louie was already naked, sitting on the homemade rim seat, and Peter got down and crawled underneath, licking at his brother’s hole, his stomach growling, wishing he hadn’t had to tell those two lies. Truth was, he didn’t think he and Sam would be staying for just another week–he had a feeling it was going to be a much longer stay than that. And he also didn’t really love his wife, not any more, not like he loved his family. Family was the most important. Family was where he and his son really belonged.