Date: 4/15/2018, Categories: Fiction , Coercion, Violence / Cruelty, Author: James Dylan Dean, Source: sexstories.com

    No one under the age of fourteen has sex in this story. The Bash Brothers “Arliss, get up and get out in that barn right now! I will be heading to work in less than an hour and I need that milk to take to work to sell, along with the eggs that Blaine your brother will gather up right now, too.” Two young voices, “Yes, Dad. We will be right down” And they were, in less than five minutes but each got a rap to the head for good measure anyway. Arl got to the barn and had Misty, the Jersey cow, ready for hand milking in very short order. Though he was only eight years old at the time, he was a very sturdy built kid and his brother Bla was even bigger, despite being a year younger. They weren’t really brothers by birth, they had two different mothers and fathers, but when their dad married Marcy, his latest bitch, she brought this son with her and the two boys molded together out of shared miseries and abuse. Marcy didn’t lay a hand on them, but also did absolutely nothing to stop Bill from doing so. Guess she felt lucky to have any man at all after her being so fat and ugly, too. Besides she had a very unpleasant reputation, so holding up here on this small farm was like a reprieve for her. She didn’t even have to leave to shop, since Bill worked in town right across the street from a grocery store and could bring most anything she wanted right back home when he got off work. They got the milk out of the separator and bottled it up and loaded it into the battered pickup truck ... that ran a whole lot better than it looked. His boss wouldn’t even let him park it at work. He had to park it down the street and walk a few blocks. They had been in the Army during WW2 together and had sworn to open a business together when they got out. But Glenn was the one that saved his money and bought the station, Bill wasted his and ended up being his flunky for almost thirty years. One saving grace though, was that Glenn let him sell the milk and eggs out of the store, which as the funds accumulated over the month, regularly paid the mortgage payments. It was a Richfield gas station, which in several years be-came Atlantic-Richfield and then ARCO. So, by selling milk and eggs out of the station, you could say that it was the first ARCO mini-mart. After coming in and brushing off any leavings from their farm work, the boys grabbed their lunch bags and headed out to catch the school bus, which had a very impatient driver that wouldn’t wait for them, if they weren’t right on the side of the road, ready to board. They got on to the bus and took a seat together, because none of the other students would sit with them because of the farm smells that they brought with them. Arl and Bla just ignored them and waited patiently to get to school. When they got to the school parking lot, two sixth graders were waiting for them as they got off the bus. Arl was a second grader at the time and Bla was in the first grade, but because of their sizes, they were targets for the older boys ...