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It was the mid-1930’s and much of America had been plagued with drought and dust. It seemed like it would never end and their farming town was on the brink.
Emma and her mother washed the dishes together after a family dinner. It was just the two of them in the kitchen. Although their family couldn’t afford to send her away to college anymore, Emma was always happy to be at home where she could be useful to her parents.
“Do you think that crazy old man could be right?” Emma asked, while putting a plate on a rack.
Her mother gave a smile. “Don’t be silly. How could he possibly be right?”
Earlier that day, while they were leaving church, an old man had stood on a wooden crate and preached about how the severe weather was God’s vengeance. The man, with a bible in one hand and a cross in the other, pleaded for the need of a virgin sacrifice. In particular, he pointed directly at Emma. ‘It’s written in the book!’ the old man had shouted at her, before people quieted him down.
“Look what’s going on outside,” Emma held firm. “It’s not normal.”
“God has a plan for everything. They call this a ‘dust bowl.’ Trust in the Lord, my dear Emma, and we’ll be fine.”
“But what if there are things we can do?” Emma asked. “Like what that old man said about the virgins.”
“Emma, do not speak like that in this household,” her mother said sternly. “Do you understand?”
“Sorry, mother.”
“It’s inappropriate to speak that way. And it’s perfectly wholesome to be a virgin. That’s the way it should be until you find a suitable husband.”
Emma nodded. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s not me you’re upsetting. It’s the Lord. His plans should never be questioned. It’s not our place.”
“You’re right, mother. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just keep things in perspective. You’re a beautiful young woman, and someday, you’ll find a handsome young man to take care of you. Until then, focus on your chores.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Good girl.”
Her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her what a precious daughter she was. Emma always loved hearing nice compliments from her mother. Especially since she always knew that her mother was being honest.
***
Emma wasn’t ignorant about sex. She knew about all about sexual desires that adults had. She occasionally masturbated. But she tried her best to avoid it because she had been taught that it was a sin.
Sex was something her friends had secretly talked about when no one else was around. Some had even experimented with it. It was an extremely taboo subject in the small religious town where they lived. No one dared speak of it publicly. Even showing skin was considered taboo for women.
In the days that followed, Emma helped with chores around the house. Life was getting slow without school. But she managed.
In that same time, she never forgot the words of the old man. What if he was right? Emma secretly wondered if she was the reason why the town was experiencing an extreme drought. Maybe her virginity was attracting evil spirits? Those thoughts brought guilt and shame. At night, she’d cried in bed.
Then she would begin to wonder about sex again.
The furthest she had ever gone was kissing an 18 year old boy on the lips a few times a few months ago. They never dated. Emma never had a boyfriend before, only because her parents forbade it. But she had plenty of offers.
Many times, when Emma was home alone, she would sift through her father’s medical books. Emma would look at drawings and photographs of nude adults in those books. She learned much about sexual acts there as well.
But that wasn’t the full extent of her sexual knowledge.
Once, Emma had seen her parents performing sexual acts on each other. She needed to use the bathroom late at night. When she passed by her parents’ room, she saw a small light shining through the keyhole of their bedroom door.
Emma peeked inside to see her mother naked, on her knees, with father’s penis in her mouth.
It was the shock of a lifetime. Emma was stunned by such a lewd act. She had heard of that act before. She had even read about it. But to actually see it? And her own parents actually doing it?
The sight made her gasp and her jaw drop. And it made her stomach feel funny. It made her question if such acts were consistent with their deeply held religious beliefs.
Nevertheless, after she had used the bathroom, she returned to bed and felt the urge return. It was an urge which her mother had warned her about many times. A dark desire from within. And it would always be accompanied with a longing between her legs. A few times, Emma was weak and she touched her longing with her fingertip.
On the night she saw her parents doing sex acts, she was weak again, and she touched herself.
After several nights of thinking about the old man’s comments, Emma decided that she wanted to see more of her parents. She was even more curious about sex than ever before. She no longer wanted to be a virgin. She çorum escort wanted to experience what adults experienced. She wanted to become an adult. She wanted to become a full-fledged woman.
Finally, the opportunity came.
There was a small light coming from the key-hole of her parent’s bedroom door. She tiptoed towards the light and she got down on her knees to have a little peek.
And then she saw it: Her mother had just removed her nightgown. Her father had removed his undergarments. His penis was fully erect. Mother had gotten on her knees and serviced him with her mouth. It lasted for several minutes. Then father laid down on the bed. Mother got on top.
They were having sex.
Emma watched every moment.
When Emma went back to bed, she reached the conclusion that sex wasn’t difficult. Also, she realized that sex was very arousing and that adults enjoyed it immensely (even though they condemned it publicly).
The longing between her legs returned. The urge had returned. And Emma touched herself for a while until she achieved a rare climax.
Thank God for this.
She laid in bed with a feeling of pure bliss and she was determined to save the family farm.
***
The siblings walked along the open field together. They were tasked with checking on the small remainder of crops. It became part of their daily routine, as crops became difficult to grow during the extreme drought.
“What was college like?” Emma asked as they walked together.
“You’re still interested in that?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Well, college is a place with many bright students. It’s a very proper place. Students are expected to be respectful and well prepared. There are many books and professors with lots of knowledge. I think you’ll fit right in.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re smart,” Sam replied. “Don’t worry, you’ll go someday.”
Emma smiled. “I know. I try to stay positive. But it’s so hard. Everyone is so convinced that there’s no solution.”
“If there was a solution, it would have been found. My guess is, we wait it out. Let mother nature take its rightful course. I think we’ll be fine.”
She paused for a moment. “What if there is another way? Remember that old preacher outside the church?”
“That crazy old man from last week?” Sam asked. “Don’t listen to him.”
Emma persisted. “But what if that old man is right? You know, the whole virgin sacrifice thing. Maybe this is all happening because of me. Maybe it’s all my fault for attracting the evil spirits.”
“No way. That couldn’t possibly be true.”
“But you believe in heaven and hell, don’t you?” Emma asked.
“Yes, but that’s different because it comes from the church.”
She questioned, “So the church is right, but the old man is wrong?”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is, we should keep an open mind towards all possibilities. I mean, it couldn’t hurt, right?”
“Oh really?” Sam replied, holding back laughter. “And that’s going to bless our land? Just don’t tell our parents about this.””
Emma shrugged. “I mentioned it to mother last week.”
“What did she say?” he asked, turning serious as he wanted to know how mom reacted.
“She was mad at me.”
He laughed, “Of course she was. Come on, let’s forget this whole thing.”
They kept walking along the farm as Emma felt slightly embarrassed for bringing up the topic.
***
The days passed. Then weeks.
As time moved on, the drought had become worse. Sand blew in the air. The conditions became harsher and no one knew what to do.
All the while, Emma had never forgotten the words of the old man. She wondered if she could possibly do it. If it was worth a try. And she wondered if God would accept her actions.
Her religious beliefs came first. But she knew there were exceptions in special circumstances. Certainly the harsh weather called for special sacrifices.
If it were to happen, Emma thought about who she would lose her virginity to. There weren’t many good options in her age range. Former classmates she liked had moved away. Worst of all, it was a tight-knit community. Whoever Emma did it with, word would have quickly spread. Word always spread. People always talked.
Emma found herself masturbating more often. The urge came more frequently. It was exactly what mother had warned about.
But she was done struggling with her urges. She just accepted it. Some of her friends had privately said that the urges were perfectly natural, and it was God’s gift to all women.
Emma didn’t know who to believe. The only thing she knew was that it felt divine. It was the perfect way to relax after a hard day of chores. There was no better way to relieve stress, she thought.
***
It was early in the morning. The siblings were outside tending to the few farm animals they had. Their parents had gone out for a meeting with the other church goers.
“Did you have a girlfriend in college?” denizli escort Emma asked.
He smiled, “That was random.”
“I’m curious. Was there anyone that mother and father didn’t know about?”
“Kind of. Nothing serious. But there was someone.”
“Did you have sex with her?”
Sam lifted an eyebrow. “Where did you learn to speak like this?”
“I’m not ignorant, you know. I know about these things.”
“Have you done it before?” he asked skeptically. “Is there anything you haven’t been telling me?”
Emma gave him a sharp look. “Of course not. But I’m asking you. You went off to college. So, did you do it?”
“A few times,” he reluctantly admitted.
Her eyes widened. “What was it like?”
“Emma, the best poets and writers can’t adequately describe what it’s like.”
“So it’s that good?”
“Even better,” he smiled. “But don’t get any crazy ideas. It’s a nice thing that you’re a virgin. That makes you special.”
“I don’t feel special.”
“But you are. It makes God happy.”
“I know it does,” Emma replied. “But I feel that… that… maybe this place really is cursed. And the only way to fix things is if I sacrificed myself. Just like the old man said.”
“Sacrifice?”
“My virginity,” she clarified. “Even in the bible, some of the stories are about people making tough decisions for the greater good.”
“Not this again.”
“Don’t you think it’s worth considering? We should explore all of our options as a family.”
Sam thought for a moment. “Okay, suppose the old man is right. And suppose you want to go through with that idea. How would you do it?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I’d want to do it with someone I love. A person who loves me in return. I’d want it to be special. The way it’s supposed to be.”
“Well, have you found a guy to marry?”
“No.”
“Then there’s your answer,” Sam said in conclusion. “Forget about your silly idea. You should focus on practical things, like helping around the farm.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
***
Those thoughts never left her mind. Without school, what else was Emma supposed to do with her active imagination and curiosities about life?
She had read all of the books she owned (sometimes more than once). And there were fewer people to talk with. Many of her friends had moved away. All that was left was her fantasies.
If she had the chance, Emma would sneak into her parent’s bedroom and read her father’s medical books. She had the exact pages memorized. There were a few particular pictures she enjoyed looking at. Pictures of adult men and women completely naked, posing for the photographer.
There was also a picture of the male erection. It was a sight which intrigued her. It was interesting to look at. Mostly because it seemed so unusual. She wondered what a fully aroused erection would feel like in her hand. She would have been afraid to even touch it, she figured.
She also enjoyed reading the passages which described the male anatomy. And passages which described sexual intercourse. It was all so exciting. Soon, Emma had less interest in the fictional books she used to read. She found herself becoming more interested in the topic of sex.
After reading the passages and looking at the medical pictures, Emma would go to the bath area and touch herself. She would touch her breasts and clitoris as she poured water on herself.
All she needed was a partner… the urge had told her.
***
The siblings were left alone again. Father had gone to see a patient and mother had accompanied him.
They took a walk outside and threw rocks at empty cans. It was their favorite outdoor game since there wasn’t much else to do. As they ventured further down the path, Emma noted how nice it was to have Sam back from college. Things were always better with him around. He gave her a safe feeling.
She looked at him and smiled. When he saw it, he smiled back.
Before either of them could speak a word, a dust storm quickly appeared. It came fast and nasty. Neither of them had seen it coming since it was behind them. It was a massive cloud of brown dust. And it was headed in their direction.
“Let’s run to the nearest barn,” he said.
They ran together. As they ran, Sam held onto her hand. It was a touching gesture and she appreciated it, even as they were running to escape the sudden dust storm.
They made it inside the small barn. It was a barn which was rarely used and there weren’t many supplies or protection inside. Sam shut the door, but that wasn’t good enough. There were cracks alongside the wooden walls which allowed sand to enter.
“Lay down in the corner,” he said.
Emma obeyed. She laid down on the floor, which was covered in hay.
Sam laid next to her. Their bodies were pressed against each others. He wrapped his arm tightly around his younger sister and protected her. It gave Emma a warm tingly feeling.
The dust storm hit and it made a loud hissing düzce escort noise. Trickles of sand flowed inside the barn and sprinkled the siblings. Their hearts were beating. It was a scary moment, even though there was no real danger. It was also a surprisingly intimate moment since they were so close to each other in a time of need.
After a minute, the sand storm ended.
Sam was about to move his arm away, but Emma held onto his wrist. Emma still wanted the feeling of protection from her older brother. It gave her comfort. And they remained silent for a while as they laid on the floor.
“Is this what sex feels like?” she asked.
He laughed. “You’re my sister. We shouldn’t talk like this.”
Emma turned her body so they were face-to-face. She looked her brother straight in the eyes. Then she wrapped her arm around him too. Both of them had their arm wrapped around the other.
“I’m old enough,” she insisted. “Mother says I’m already a woman. I should be treated that way too. So tell me.”
“This is similar to sex, in some ways. The intimacy. Being so close to someone.”
“Is sex better?”
“Of course,” he replied. “It makes you feel good all over. It’s impossible to explain. But it feels like the greatest gift of all. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question in return?”
“Sure.”
“Do you know what a climax is?” he asked. “Have you ever felt that? Do you even know what I’m talking about?”
Emma smiled. “I’m not naive about this. I touch myself at night. Sometimes while I have a bath or when I’m in bed I can make myself… climax. It usually takes a while, but it happens if I focus on the right thoughts.”
She watched as her brother’s eyes widen. She watched as he shifted his legs to adjust himself.
“Let’s change the subject,” he said.
Her eyes looked down. “Is that an erection?”
“What do you know about that? Have you ever seen one?”
She smiled again. “I told you. I’m not naive.”
“Who’s erection have you seen?”
“Some pictures in father’s medical books. And I’ve seen father’s also.”
“You’ve seen father’s erection?”
She gave a sly look. “I’ve seen our parents having sexual intercourse. I’ve also seen mother take the erection inside of her mouth. I can tell she really likes to suck on it.”
“God,” he gasped. “You’re lying. You’re teasing me, aren’t you? There’s no way that mother would ever do something like that.”
“I swear it. That’s what I saw.”
Sam struggled with that image. “I can’t believe that mother would do something like that.”
“Why?” Emma asked. “Women aren’t allowed to enjoy things like that?”
“Of course women should enjoy it. But mom is mom.”
“Mom is a woman like anyone else. Women are allowed to enjoy sucking. Has a woman ever sucked your erection?”
Sam smiled. “It feels really good. That’s all I’ll say.”
“What if I was naked right now?” she asked bluntly. “What would you do? How would you feel? Would you take my virginity?”
Sam heard enough. He pulled his arm away and he stood up. As he stood, he adjusted his pants. There was an angry look on his face, but it was clear that he had an erection inside his pants and that he was aroused.
“Please don’t mention this again, Emma. It isn’t right. You’re my younger sister. We shouldn’t be talking like this anymore.”
Sam walked away and left the barn.
***
The parents had left again. They went to a church meeting with other local leaders and friends.
The siblings were home alone and there was a mild sand storm outside. Nothing scary. But enough to make a mess.
Emma had just finished a bath. She used her parents’ small bathroom to wash herself. While in the water, she touched herself thinking about doing naughty things with a penis. She imagined herself kissing and licking it. Most of all, she imagined what it would feel like inside of her vagina. Deep down, she wanted Sam to take her virginity. She felt embarrassed after, but it was fun while it tasted.
Afterwards she dried her hair and body with a towel.
The house felt so empty and quiet. With nothing better to do, Emma decided to play with her mother’s clothes and make-up.
She looked through her mother’s closet and found a nice yellow dress that her mother sometimes wore to church picnics. It was thin and easy to wear. She always thought her mother looked beautiful in it.
Emma stood in front of the mirror and undressed. She stood naked and looked at her reflection. Her skin was a pale shade of white. Her breasts were flat. She had soft nipples, which were a faint shade of pink. Her pubic hairs were a thick brown bush.
Then she slipped on her mother’s dress.
It was too big for her. Her mother was tall. Emma was slightly on the petite side. The dress looked loose and it hung. Emma didn’t care though. She just wanted to wear it.
But the dress was so loose, that the middle of Emma’s bare chest was showing. She didn’t mind. No one else was in the room.
Emma sat down in front of her mother’s dresser and looked at the small assortment of make-up. Emma rarely wore make-up. Only for special events.
Her eyes glanced at everything. Then she opened the red lipstick and carefully applied it to her lips. Then she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
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