Little Girl on the Prairie  (M+g,nepi,newborn,rape,incest)

by Nate


STORY INTRO: A country boy doesn't have much to do but fuck farm animals, 
             but he finds a new toy when his mom brings a baby girl home.





People talk about California like we’re one big Hollywood set. Most of 
the place is a deadland and desert, with silver cities coated in smog and 
nothing to see. But some of it is a beautiful, rolling landscape described 
as near identical to Italian country.

But I’m not a tour guide. I’m just giving you my background. Yes, I’m from 
California. But I also live on a farm—a real one, with chickens and pigs and 
a valley of grapes. It’s a pretty place. But really awful, you see, if you 
want to get laid. And at sixteen years old, that was all the time. 

My brother, Richard and seventeen, never complained about it. And my sister, 
Lana still in the hospital for her happy-birthday with mom, would never know 
the pining of a neighbor boy and would probably give it up to the first 
whoever at the farmers market by the age of twelve. That’s if I don't have 
my way with her first… Don’t judge. You would do it too if you lived as 
isolate as I did, with my Christian homeschool and constant supervision 
whenever we went “into town”—not that anyone wanted to hang with me anyway — 
I was an ‘ag’ kid. I would fuck my own mom if I was ever given the chance. My 
body was desperate for intimacy. Of course, if I was going to do my own 
sister, I would wait until she was older. That’s what I told myself.

Yeah, that’s what I told myself. That’s not what happened though.

I said a casual “Hey.” when mom walked into the house with her exhausted face 
and plopped down abruptly on the couch. 

“Careful, mom! You’re holding a newborn.” Said Richard. 

My dad said nothing and watched the dog yelping for attention on the porch.

“I know, dear. I’m just so tired.” Said mom with her eyes closed. “That was a 
lot longer than having either of you.” 

There was a pause to breathe heavily. 

“You’re already causing mommy all kinds of stress, aren't you Lana? She’s 
going to be a real heartbreaker I bet.” 

It was a weird thing to say and a weird silence to try and fill after.

My father was a man of few words, but he spoke now - a double-beat pause 
between each word. “Hop into bed, honey. I’ll watch her.”

My father wasn't the greatest babysitter. He was all about ‘cry it out’ 
while my mother was a spoiler. But she was too exhausted to concern herself 
with any consideration. She nodded gratefully and hoisted herself up - 
dropping the baby into my father’s sinuous arms. She walked to her bedroom 
and wasn't heard from for the rest of the night.

In that time, dad had introduced Lana to her new nursery and left her in 
her crib to cry after one bottle. He went into the bedroom himself as the 
sun kissed the distant peaks.

I lay on my own bed, imagining all the new drama — a new baby, a sister, a 
lazy, big-breasted mom, and a father pushing his responsibilities onto me 
and Richard. It was going to be a long two years before I ran off to L.A. 
I was going to do what every young boy wanted to do — be a porn star. Until 
then, I managed with my shredded dirty magazine and got my pants around my 
ankles in the silence of the house.

The silence was distracting with its creeks and crickets and the long sound 
of the country air. But there was no infant crying. Who imagined a newborn 
would sleep so soundly?

I brought my pants back up to my waist and went out of the room. I’d seen 
a bundle of blankets when she came home. While she wasn't snotty and crying, 
I would take a look at the face of my new sister. I opened her door with the 
delicacy of separating toilet paper plies and peeked into the darkness of 
the nursery. Up against the walls where their shadows, one stretching across 
the bare interior of the crib. Where the hell was Lana?

My parent’s room, of course. Where else? It wasn't a mystery I was heavily 
inclined to solve. So I went out the nursery and away from the hall of the 
bedrooms into the atrium before the front door of the California-king ranch 
house. I thought, since I was already up and my magazine had put me in the 
mood, I might as well visit my favorite mare. 

Yeah...surprise surprise — I fucked the farm animals. Would you honestly 
expect any less of a country boy whose closest semblance of sex-ed was 
watching his kissing-cousin take a purity ring from grandpa Etter at her 
sweet sixteen?

I took the cold walk over to the barn. We had plenty of immigrants to 
work the place so the trail was shrubless and the barn was well painted. 
The night air smelled of Persian silk trees and raisins in the sun, none 
of the manure and hopelessness you find in the American South. 

Eager to get to the stable and bust a nut, my hard-on was stretching the 
front of my jeans with its strong push; it was like a magnet to the barn! 

I went to slip in through the double doors when I stuttered as the sound 
of a sound. Why were the barn doors ajar? What was the sound? The barn 
lights are on!

I was a fit teen, but not the kind with the gaul to take on an intruder. 
This made me sweat into the cold. I bargained with myself: it’s just the 
horses rustling — dad forgot to turn the lights off because he was dealing 
with the new baby, and the door wasn't latched well and the wind pulled it 
open. 

It was all fine, I told myself. So, what am I waiting for? My mare needs 
her stallion! I peaked into the gap feigning bravery - shuttering with the 
flutter of my heart. 

Inside was the yellow of the enormous roof lights and a sight I never 
imagined to see in my life. 

My brother Richard was there on his knees. His shoes were off — in point 
of fact, so were his pants and underwear. He was stripped totally naked -
his ass pointed toward the door - his body on a spread beach towel, 
contracted like a dog mounting a bitch. His bare ass was convulsing 
toward and away from my shocked eyes. Was he jerking off? Was he fucking 
the dog? I didn't know my brother did the animals too! 

Did he?

My mouth dropped and my body fell closer as I watched my brother’s 
masterful moves. He was aggressive and throwing his whole weight, 
probably balls deep in whatever it was. 

I took a careful step forward. The shadows of his thrusting danced to 
his right. 

Mine followed it in awe. Get ‘em, Richard! Whatever it is, get your 
orgasm! I grinned to my thought and walked closer. Then closer still as 
my shadow mounted him in voyeuristic obsession. 

He could feel the shadow over him and turned abruptly in surprise, fear,
and shame. An “ah!” escaped him as he turned around and cupped his 
genitals from sight. 

“Mason!” He called me.

“Don’t worry Rich. I’m just watching — not going to snitch or anything. 
What are you fucking?”

“Nothing! Go away! I’m naked!”

“Come on Rich, let me see.” I walked around him to see the other figure 
on the towel. She was on her back with her legs spread up to shadow her 
belly button. She was my newborn baby sister. My infant sister was 
being raped by my seventeen year old brother!

“Holy fuck!” I yelled. “Rich! That’s Lana!”

“Look Mason. Please don’t...you don’t understand...”

“What is there to understand?”

“I’m seventeen years old and I’ve never fucked a human before! I fucked 
a dog, a horse, and I tried fucking a chicken — but that didn't go so 
well. Thing is, no one is into me and I need to lose my virginity 
before I’m an adult. Otherwise I’m just pathetic!”

“You’re not pathetic, Rich.”

“Yeah, I am. Look at me — I’m molesting a baby!”

“Well, you know. It’s not that bad. She’s just..." 

She was just crying like murder. The sound I had been too scared to 
recognized outside were the agonizing screams of a newborn baby girl. 

All of a sudden her lower body caught my eye. Richard had pulled out 
to turn around and cover himself when he noticed me. This left Lana’s 
hole exposed. It was gaping and deep red with trauma. She had been 
deflowered the day of her birth. I then looked back to my brother. His 
erection couldn't be covered entirely by his cupped hands, it was 
poking down below and tapping on the floor. He was a well - endowed boy, 
it must have been really hard for the poor baby to endure such a large 
penis.

I thought about this - looking back at tearful Lana. A smirk involuntarily 
contorted my face as I gave into my urge to lean down. I used my index 
and middle finger to trail along the sides of her slit. She was slick with 
all the liquids of a violent rape. What’s a good metaphor for such an 
astounding experience. It was like pressing rose petals to make pink dye. 

She was young, firm, and spread open — just begging to be fucked!

I was a virgin, unless animals counted. And, indeed, the innocent visage 
of my sister’s pussy was far more alluring with its perverse siren call 
than that of a horse (it took a standing bucket just to reach!). 

“She’s a cutie, ain't she?” I asked.

“What?”

“Lana. She’s a little heartbreaker.”

“Mason. Please don’t..."

“Of course not, Rich. Why would I tell on you? I would never reveal 
our new secret.”

“What?”

“The secret that ever night we come out to the barn and take turns 
raping our infant sister.”

“Mason!”

“Don't act offended Richard. You’re the one who started it! And from 
now on, this is going to be our regular release.” I turned to face the 
weeping child. 

“Lana, you’re going to be your brothers’ new booty call. It that okay? 
It sure is.” 

I bent down and kissed her on her lips dowsed in spit. A string came 
back with me and snapped as I reached forty degrees. 

“Alright Rich. It’s my turn.”

He was in complete shock at how excepting I had been of his heinous 
crime. What did he expect? I was sixteen and horny. Laying before me, 
spread and ready, was a beautiful, tight pussy. 

It pulled me in! 

I collapsed onto the floor with my head directly between the chubby 
infant legs. I bent my neck down and began to lap at the opening. I 
could instantly feel the heat from my brother’s hard thrusting. It 
was odious and incestuous, but completely amative to my senses as I 
ran my tongue across the lower-inner pink. 

“She tastes great!”

“I know.” Said Richard with a blushed face.

I flicked my tongue in and out of my mouth, making a gnawing sound 
and trembling like a rolled R. 

The girl continued to cry. If she wasn't so sore from the rape she 
would probably find my mouth-work pleasurable. But I wasn't here 
to pleasure her.

The mare in stall three brayed anxiously. 

“Shush!” I yelled—kicking my old fuck to the curb and absorbing 
myself in the new-fuck scent of my prize. 

Richard couldn't hold back a snicker - trying so hard to not look 
as perverse and sordid as he actually was. 

I got onto my knees - pushing Richard off the towel and took his 
former place. 

My shirt came off and flew across the room. 

My pants fell to my knees and were dragged thereunder and off - 
holding on to my underwear as they went. 

I was naked with a throbbing member. I mean, literally throbbing! 

It was bouncing up and down with the heavy pulse of my anxious 
blood! 

From my upper viewpoint, the head of my massive prick blocked out 
the entrance to my sister’s tunnel. The image was arousing — if 
the word is even worthy to describe the lust that was consuming 
the nucleus of each neuron in my hot corpsus.

“Watch and learn Rich.” I bragged.

“Oh please! As if you have more skill than me.”

“We’ll see.” I retorted.

I didn’t waste any time. 

It seemed surreal. I was about to fuck a baby! 

A real human pussy! 

My own sister!!! 

It was so sexy and I didn't want to give any time for the fantasy to 
fade away. So I aligned the tip of my dick with the bruised hole. 
Even stretched beyond repair, the opening was only the size of a 
penny. My piss slit was planted square in the middle of it and then 
I pushed...

The baby’s fading yelps rekindled into burst of pure agony. She 
shrieked in pain as the entire head of my massive country boy cock 
entered into her forbidden treat.

I savored the delicate texture and was paralyze by the noose of how 
tight she was. It was an erotic vice  —the kind people accidentally 
die from, and what a great way to die — a newborn wrapped around my 
cock! 

I let out a blatant and shameless moan. 

It cracked at the end in a high and turned to words: “Oh fuuuuck. 
It’s so tight and warm!”

“Isn't it!”

“Oh bro. I love it!”

“Me too. Now hurry up and fuck her so I can finish my nut!”

“Yes big brother.” I pushed and felt the vice wrap in defense like a 
snake. She was convulsing in a deadly pain as I continued to weigh 
down on her. There was a slight texture change—the wet remnants of h
er shredded hymen? I pushed on until my cockhead hit a pressure change 
like a breath of air. I had entered her uterus. It brushed against 
the base of the head, gently kissing the helmet of my circumcision. 

It tickled in my balls with the tremble of an amazing orgasm. 

I pushed further...

Most of my shaft remained in the tight chute and felt the pleasure and 
pressure of the baby vagina. The head and upper of my shaft trailed 
along the wider path until they felt a taut barrier. 

“Feels like I hit the end.”

“You still have at least two inches of cock out of her.  Keep pushing! 
She’ll survive.” 

I could barely hear him over her shrieks. 

Nevertheless, I pushed.

The top of her womb stretched and pressed against whatever organs 
lay above it. 

She began to cough and sputter. What I impacting her lungs? 

Whatever...I was almost there! 

I pushed, and then felt a light ruffling at the base of my cock. 
My balls felt a sweet caressing and I was in heaven.

I had bottomed out. 

I was balls deep in an infant pussy. I might as well have been declared 
king of the world — that’s how I felt. 

My pubic hair was brushing against the little girls inner thighs and 
tickling the lips of her cunt. 

“There you go, Mason!”

“This is amazing!”

“Thrust into her dude! That’s how you’ll cum.” He cheered me on.

I knew that. I wasn't stupid. I just needed to pause and stimulate my 
mind with the awe of the situation. I was up to the hilt in a helpless 
infant. She depended on us to survive and we were abusing her already. 

I bent my chest down and kissed the crying girl on her soft forehead. 

“Good little bitch!”

She made the sound of a murdered lamb as I pulled out and pushed all 
the way back in. 

In a simple second, I had traveled the length of half her body with 
my manly cock. Her pussy was working like memory foam to prepare for 
future servicing her brother.

I thrusted into her with velocity and ferocity. I took the same 
position I had found my brother in. My back arched and I shadowed the 
frail figure of the infant as I pounded her pussy. My balls flung back 
and forth, spanking the underside of her ass and lower tip of her slit. 

The momentum felt like a rollercoaster.

I continued to fuck her and own her for at least ten minutes. 

By this point, her voice had died and she was making pleading grunts to 
the beat of my raping. 

“Hey Rich.”

“What is it bro?” I felt his hand on my bare back. It was warm and 
friendly — a true bonding moment between pedophile brothers.

“I’m pretty close.”

“Then do it dude!”

“Where should I shoot?”

“Inside of her! Duh!” 

Fine with me.

I pushed the tempo and rammed into her - breaking her with my force as I 
dominated her — as man is meant to dominate all women, children, and 
animals. I had complete control over her life. And I was going to 
inseminate the bitch.

My balls flung back and forth, pounding on her until there was a bright 
red welt. They were heavy with seed and ready to burst. 

Finally, in one final thrust, I felt them shoot up close to me - ready 
to send off the troops!

The sperm lined up inside of me and filled up the pool of my seminal 
fluid. Then it was ready to fountain out. My eyes were incapable of 
blinking and the O flowing from my mouth was involuntary. 

I was cumming!

It burst out in a gush...smashing against her womb and tracing the 
entire inside. 

The jizz piled up and collapsed into big gobs - ripped into pearls as 
more and more shots smashed into them from my long cock. I flooded her
pussy until it was running down my balls and onto the towel. My heart 
was making the sound of dry-swallowing a pill. 

I was drained of all my energy - completed and relieved from the 
fruition of my dark deed.

I pulled out and looked at her. 

The skin around her cunt and ass was all red and the lips were a 
bloody mess mixed with the mercury of my potency.

“Nice one Mason.”

“Thanks.”

“Can I finish now?”

“Sure.”

I let him remount her as I collapsed onto my back in exhaustion. 

My chest was heaving and my dick was twitching as the tip did its 
impression of a dam leak—trickles of cum continuing to run down 
the urethral bulge to the crack of my hairy taint.

Richard mounted the girl and entered her with devotion... 

“Good girl...good girl!”

He brushed what little of her hair existed with his big farmer’s
hand as he pushed and pulled. 

There was the sound of popping and suction - his enormous cock 
plugging the tunnel and making a vacuum of her uterus, my cum 
inside of her dripping up and down. 

He picked her up delicately and had her at the exact hight of 
his cock. Then he began to shove her into him, taking in the 
whole thing as well as the upper skin of his balls and a small 
angle of his pubic triangle. He was pressing their bodies 
together like one ultimate nepi creature with four arms and 
four legs. His penis was a transporter between them, 
bonding them.

I watched my brother rape my sister, and I smiled. 

“I’m cumming!”

“Do it, Rich!”

He shook in orgasm and lifted his head with a long grunt. 

I was getting hard again just seeing his joyous expression. He 
collapsed atop her, his elbows the only thing keeping him from 
smashing the helpless newborn. She was muttering useless cries
 and her face was the color of a strawberry. Her eyes were 
glazed in sorrow and her ears held pools of tears running a 
river from the edges of her face.

Richard pulled out and a wad of thick cum plopped out - a mixture 
of mine and my own brother’s falling from my infant sister. 

“So you said this is our secret. Right Mason?”

“Yeah...our secret.”  I promised him.


THE END

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