The Parishes is a land very similar to modern rural Earth, but its people have some peculiar traditions and rules...

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With no wife and no family Matron now, I hadn’t had sex since Mom sucked me off the day before she passed. I was terribly horny! The vibrations of the tractor seat beneath me weren’t helping. I’d had half an erection on and off for hours!

Dad and my three brothers had been arguing a lot lately, and I assumed they were horny too. Angry work makes mistakes more likely, and with heavy machinery, mistakes can be very dangerous.

Cows had to be milked and fed twice a day. We needed to clean the manure out of the barn every morning and evening. Somebody needed to collect the eggs and feed, and water the chickens. Pretty much everything else had been on hold during our mourning period. It had been five days, and we resumed our normal farm work after breakfast this morning.

My oldest brother, Joe, and I were urgently trying to plant the last thirty hectares of corn, then get the soybeans in while the weather was still good. Dad and my youngest brother, John, were fixing the hay baler, and my other brother, Jim, had gone to town for seed so we could start on soybean planting once we finished with the corn.

My sister Frannie was my youngest sibling, at barely eighteen. After Mom died, she assumed all the household duties. She was a good cook, like Mom had been, and kept the house and our laundry clean too. I couldn’t wait until the ceremony after supper, when she would take over as Matron of the family.

The planter I pulled was nearly out of corn seed, and I was getting hungry. My tractor had less than a quarter tank left, too. I called over the family radio channel, “Fran, this is Jake. Are you there, Fran?”

“Go for Fran.”

“I’m low on fuel and seed, so I’m coming in soon. Can you make some lunch and meet me in the pump shed? I’ll bring Joe his lunch too.”

“Sure, Jake, see you soon.”

I drove back and parked close to the fuel pump. I climbed down and started filling the tank. I knew it would take over five minutes, and the pump would shut itself off when finished. We called it the pump shed because it was next to the diesel pump, and the family males usually pumped out some sperm there during lunch.

I looked in the shed and saw Dad’s pride and joy invention where it always was, on the far side of the shed. It was a picnic table of sorts, with one low bench close to the floor, the table high enough to be above the head of anybody sitting there, and a second bench just low enough for a person sitting on it to eat at the table.

It saved a lot of time when we could get a blowjob and eat at the same time. My brothers and I had taken most of our lunch breaks at that table from the day we turned into men at 18, up until Mom died. Dad usually took an extra ten minutes to go in the house and fuck her, but she wouldn’t let us. Pussy pounding a family female is incest, and incest is bad. Blowies are fine, though.

Out of habit, I dropped my pants and briefs, climbed up to the upper bench, and waited for lunch to get there.

Fran put my lunch and a bag for Joe on the table, then sat on the lower bench. She asked, “So, how is the planting going?”

“Pretty good but you should get sucking, so I can go when I’m done with my food.” I dipped the corner of a sandwich in the bowl of chili Fran had made. Dad usually did the same, but my brothers liked their sandwiches dry.

She said, “I don’t know. I don’t have to do it until after the ceremony tonight.”

“If I need to sit on the tractor another half a day with no sex, it’ll be awful! You know guys hate having blueballs.”

She reluctantly agreed, “Well, okay.”

As I took a third bite I felt her hands on my thighs, but she hadn’t started my blowjob yet. “Come on, Fran. I need to get back to work soon.”

“But ... but I haven’t done it before. I’m not sure what to do.”

“Just put my dick in your mouth, and lick and suck it. It’s easy.” I took out my second sandwich and put some extra butter on the upper piece of bread. I was glad Fran remembered I like to add butter on top.

I felt her lips and tongue on my penis at last. I kept eating, but nothing special was going on in her mouth. “Fran, you need to hurry up. I’m over halfway done.”

“Ugh! Umff. Unng.” She withdrew her mouth from my knob so she could say, “I ... I don’t like it. Sorry.”

“Well, you need to do something.”

“I’m trying!” She took it between her lips again, but gagged as my cock started going into her throat. She coughed and spit on the ground, then complained, “Ack! UGH! I can’t! Sorry! I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it! It’s SO DISGUSTING!”

I had finished my sandwiches and the delicious chili. “You know if you’re gonna be Matron, you have to take care of all of us. That includes sex. If you can’t suck me off, pull your panties down and bend over the table.”

“But Jake, that’s incest! I have to be a virgin, or Elias won’t date me when I turn twenty!”

I let out a groan and a sigh. “Then there’s only one thing we can do. Hold still while I lube up your butt.”

“WHAT?”

“I’ll put some butter on your ass so I can screw it. We have to do something!” I smeared a little butter on my dick, then pushed some into her asshole with a finger. With another finger, I smeared some around the rim.

“But, Jake, I heard it hurts a lot!”

“Not if you do it right. If you want to be Matron, you need to do what you have to do. Just like Dad being Patron. Do you think he likes licking your pussy?”

“Well ... okay. Please don’t make it hurt?”

She grunted as I slowly stuffed the head of my penis through her exceedingly tight anal ring. I continued to slide in slowly as I reassured her. “Only the first few times hurt a little, if you use lube. It’s not as bad as you think.”

“Ungh! It’s SO WEIRD! I feel SO FULL, Jake, like I need to crap!”

“Just hold still. It’ll be over in a couple minutes.”

I tried to be patient and thrust in slowly, to avoid hurting her. I gradually sped up and was getting very excited. “So good, Fran! This feels SO GREAT!”

Between groans of discomfort, she said, “It’s not so bad. I guess I can do it.”

I pulled out of her and leaned on the table a minute, as my semen dripped on the dirt floor. “UH! UH! YEAH! AAAAH! Yes!” She wiped her ass and my dick with napkins, then rearranged her panties.

She thought a moment and smiled. “If I let you do it again, will you pass it along to Joe?”

We laughed together as I zipped up and grabbed Joe’s lunch.

“Nope! Not in a million years! Hahaha! Thanks, Fran.”

Over the radio, I heard, “Dad calling Fran. You there?”

“Go for Fran.”

“John and I finished with the baler. Have some lunch and blowjobs ready when we get to the house.”

I smiled as she frowned and replied, “See you in the kitchen soon.”

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Dad invited the Alderman and his wife to supper. Frannie made two roast chickens, fresh bread, peas, and mashed potatoes, followed by homemade ice cream with honey.

Alderman Heinrich said, “That was a fine meal, Frannie, and your home is nice and clean. You’re doing a good job at those parts of being Matron. I just need to judge how you’re doing at the rest of your tasks. Has anybody been sick or injured recently?”

Joe said, “When I had the pox last fall, Fran helped Mom take care of me, and I got better fast.”

Dad mentioned, “When I burned my thumb, she cleaned it and bandaged it up nice.”

The alderman nodded. “Good, good. She’s good with cooking, cleaning, and medical. Then I just need to know how well she takes care of your sex needs. Are her blowjobs good, men?”

We were awkwardly silent. After three or four breaths, Fran spoke up. “I hate doing blowjobs. I can’t.”

He looked and sounded offended. “But there’s a long tradition! The family Matron takes care of the men’s sexual needs until they’re married!”

Fran sheepishly said, “Instead of blowjobs, I let them do my butt.”

The Alderman gasped in surprise. “Matrons always give their men blowjobs! It’s tradition!”

I stood up for my sister. “Her ass is really great! Maybe even better than blowjobs. I think we’re happy, right, guys?”

Dad and my brothers all nodded. “Yeah.” “Uh huh.” “Yep.”

The Alderman looked upward a moment and shook his head, then said, “This goes against our faith and long-standing social values! But I guess if she can’t suck you off, and anal with her is good enough ... I’ll need to try it for myself to be sure, though.”

His wife looked jealous and angry. “But you’re my husband!”

He smiled and said, “It’s for the good of the community. I need to be sure these men will be fully satisfied. Take your pants off, Frannie.”

They stripped from the waist down, then she rubbed some butter on his cock and her ass. She leaned over the kitchen table, and all of us watched him slide into her. It was easier for her, since his dick was smaller than ours.

He moaned and complimented her. “Mmmmm! Nice, Frannie. This feels pretty good.” There was another half minute of grunting, and he finished inside her rectum. “Uhh! So good!”

He dressed and announced, “By official township proclamation, Frannie is now Matron of this family. Congratulations!”

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After the Alderman and his wife left, Dad reminded her, “The Matron satisfies her men’s needs twice a day, at lunch and bedtime. Bend over the arm of the sofa, Frannie.”

I watched Dad and all three of my brothers take turns sticking their cocks into her tight anus and thrust away until they squirted into her. My cock was firm as a fence post by the time it was my turn. I reached for more butter to lube her up, but saw plenty of semen that would do the job.

“This is great, Fran! I’m so glad you’re Matron now!” I slid the head of my cock in with no problem, since the other guys had stretched her butthole open wide. I savored her warm wetness as I pushed the rest of my pecker into her, squeezing out a large glob of spunk.

I reached under her and felt a nice big breast. She pushed my hand away, saying, “Boobs are only for babies and husbands! Be happy with my butt!”

“I am! So happy! This feels amazing, Fran!” Before long, I climaxed into her colon.

She blushed as she said, “I kind of like it too. You can do it again, if you want.”

I started thrusting again, saying, “I can’t wait ‘til I have a wife and I can feel what pussy’s like! Are you sure you don’t want me to...”

“No, Jake! I have to save it for Elias! I don’t want three-headed babies or trouble with the law, either. You know incest is illegal! Just cum in my ass again.”

It wasn’t pussy, but I was still beyond happy to unload more sperm into her.

“Good night, Fran. Thanks.”

She kissed my cheek. “G’night, big brother. Don’t forget to throw your dirty clothes in the basket. I’m Matron now, so I’m in charge of the house.”

I squeezed a boob naughtily, then called out, “Yes, Ma’am” as I ran up the stairs.

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Frannie made us a surprising offer at breakfast the next morning. “Dad, boys, I decided I like getting it in my butt. I’ll let you more often if you lick me, too. Or if Dad will lick me more.”

Dad shook his head slowly. “I do what I need to, just like you should. But if that’s what you really want with the boys, I guess.”

Frannie dropped her pants, and I started to, before Dad reminded us, “Work first, fun later. You can do it once at lunch, then all you want after dark. Soy and corn don’t plant themselves, and somebody’s gotta start makin’ hay.”

All five of us siblings said, “Yes, Dad.”

That night, the boys and I took turns laying on our backs licking Fran’s pussy as one of our brothers stuffed her butt with their dick. My brothers and I all thought it was hot to watch her get it up her rump too. We all got the one climax in her ass she owed us as Matron, plus two more. I was the last, and by the time I finished the third time, she was exhausted and had a small pond of cum on her back.

I kissed her sweetly. “That was great! I love you, Sis!”

She barely had the energy to ask, “I’m SO TIRED! Can you help me get a shower?”

I laughed. “Hahaha! You really need it! Sure thing.”

She leaned against the shower wall and only had the strength left to lift her arms so I could wash her pits. I kept washing and worked my way down to her pubic hair. I thought the dark red grove around her little pink taco was quite exciting.

I considered playing with her pussy, but knew she would object. She was too tired to enjoy it much anyway. I only touched her pretty cunt a little as I finished washing us. I dried her body and mine, helped her to bed, then went to sleep in mine.

As I started to doze off I thought I was starting to really love my sister instead of just loving all the sex. Incest was nasty, but I kept wondering what it would be like to do her pussy too.

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My parents and grandparents had all been happily married until one of them died. Nobody within three farms of us had divorced or cheated that I knew of either. Country folk are less hedonistic and immoral than those in the big city, and we’re becoming kinder and more tolerant too.

They used to be scorned and even outlawed, but things were improving for gays and lesbians. If they dated somebody of the opposite sex long enough to use 50 condoms and still preferred their own gender, they were allowed to date and marry who they wanted.

It could get uncomfortable or disturbing if a homosexual became a Matron or Patron and needed to provide relief for the opposite sex, but families adapted. The Randolph family, just South of us had a gay Patron and a lesbian Matron, so they each provided oral for the gender they liked.

The only other questionable ones were the Allards, three farms to the West of us. The Matron and Patron were a married brother and sister who had been sterilized and adopted children. Incest is a major crime, and spinsters are the only exception. The Allards didn’t even follow the yearly traditions on Marriage Night, when married couples celebrated their love by sleeping with two or three other couples, or the spring and autumn Love Nights, when everybody age twenty-one or older got together for the twice-yearly orgies. The Allards were okay under the law, but most people thought they were strange and tried to avoid them.

The first scandal in our family’s history was Frannie being matched with the neighbor boy, Elias, because they got caught holding hands at only age seventeen. They wouldn’t be allowed to date until they were twenty, as usual. Unrelated single people touching each other before they dated was quite shameful because it implied their Matron or Patron didn’t teach them right, or wasn’t taking care of their needs like they should.

Fran and Elias had to listen to a dating and marriage law lecture from the Alderman in front of both families, then he investigated. Dad had to show everybody he could make Fran cum with his mouth, to be sure she was getting the relief she needed. Elias’ aunt was Matron of their family and had to give him a blowjob to prove he was being taken care of properly too. A week later, Fran told me she cried at the end, partly from shame, but mostly because she felt terrible about disappointing our parents. That was several months ago, before we lost Mom, who had looked even more distressed than Fran or Elias.

Lately, things were going great. Our family got our corn and soybeans in the ground just before a three-day thunderstorm began. It was a good sign, getting rain right after planting. The first crop of hay was done too, so we could take it easy for the first time since winter. We’d need to fertilize the crops in a few weeks and make hay again about two months later. After that, we would only need to care for the chickens and cows, tend our family garden, and repair a few fences until harvest time.

When Dad took the family to the Parish Fair, my older brothers Jim and Joe went to the Matching Tent with him. The rest of us were under 20, so we weren’t allowed to find a match and date yet. John, Fran, and I played darts, ring toss, and a few other carnival games while we waited for them. When they left the tent, Dad said he didn’t find anybody he liked, but Joe told us the women didn’t like Dad because he only wanted to talk about Mom and cows. I understood, since cows were very important to us, and Mom had only been gone a month.

Joe and Jim were each holding ladies by the hand. Jim introduced us to his date, Becky. I thought she was chubby...