The Hamilton's lived in outback Australia, not the most open minded of places the locals were disgruntled when, what looked like, a family of pale faced suburbanites bought the largest farm stead left half alive. It had been quite some time since then though, and the freckly red headed family were running the farm just as if they were born into it.



There was only one girl in the whole family of seven, she was the youngest of the lot too. Her brothers started at three years her senior and were exactly two years apart from one another, Sally herself was just sixteen as we enter this story.



Sally’s mum and herself did what most women in 1948 would have done on a farm, they mainly worked in the green houses and fields, planting and what not. It never seemed very green on the farm, enough for the five cattle and two sheep to eat, and the fields were mainly dry wheat and dusty dirt.



Gardening was a great pleasure for sally though and she nearly always made something grow. Way back in the left far corner of the field Sally’s Father Frank had let his little girl have a piece of land just to plant what she wanted, and I do say little despite her fourteen years, she was a tiny five feet tall and hadn’t braved the painful growth spurts most girls do when gaining height but she was blessed with a perfectly proportionate hour glass figure.



Her garden was full of creeping grasses that only made it to her ankles, bright green vines made a roof , draping over the tall poles her brothers had set up for her in a neat large rectangle, creating enough shade to feel indoors. Three sprinklers always ran at night, making sure to reach the slimly hedged rose bushes that played the part of walls.



It was her get away, somewhere that she could be a girl, or a woman as she so frequently reminded everybody. Sally never did make very good friends with the local girls, she was far too introvert when in social situations. The garden was somewhere for her to let go, and enjoy the smells of the fresh damp earth and clean rose petals. When she was alone at night in the garden, Sally would remove her clothing.



It was one of these night’s, that she slid her thin flowing sundress off her shoulders, shrugging a little to help if fall off her, only getting stuck for a moment on the curves of her hips. The moment the air was in contact with her, the milky white of her skin was bumpy with the cold, her nipples erect. She walked under her canopy of budding grape vines, not quite ripe yet, stopping every so often as water from a sprinkler would brush her skin, smelling the roses she would pick one of the largest and carry it behind her ear, tangling it in her bottom length red hair.



She was squatting down, a hand gently balancing herself, pressing against the soft grasses, she moves her hips slowly back and forth, her legs spread enough so that her vagina lips were spread. The soft breeze teasing her wet skin, grass tickling against her clit. Sally hadn’t noticed her father standing at the entrance to her garden as she lay herself down and placed her rose between her legs, gyrating against it’s petals, her soaking juices flowing between her thighs.



Her eyes were closed as she moved towards her. Frank moved slowly, not heard on the thickness of the grass he had come out, bare chested and footed to fetch Sally inside. When he saw her is loins burst to life, they were so far from the house and surely, she would be in too much ecstasy. To think his youngest baby girl used her garden in such a manner excited him greatly.



Frank stood and watched over his daughter, her ample size C breasts were bobbing freely on her chest, her wide hips still gyrating the rose petals, seemingly ignorant of her father’s presence. He moved swiftly, animalistic instincts taking him over, he struggles with his pants quickly before laying between her wide open thighs, the rose stem poking his pelvis as he takes his daughters left nipple in his mouth.



He was surprised, she did not resist, but moaned for more, ... “Oh yes ... “ she breathed, breathless already, Frank took his chance, surely she hadn’t realised what was happening just yet as he moved the rose from between her legs, he could feel the heat rising from her wet pussy as he thrust his hard long thick cock inside his daughter, he began thrusting, fast and hard, the sweat forming quickly on his torso in the humid weather.



Sally’s eyes shot open, watering as her hymen was so un-pronouncedly torn. She came to, realising her nipple had really been aroused and that it was her father who was thrusting, grunting on-top of her, his thin strong frame pinning her to the ground as she gasped, attempting to push him off of her, the words chocking in her throat as she starts to wiggle underneath him, trying to get free, mortified as her father stares deep into her, alternately sucking and biting on her breasts, nipples, as his thick cock assaults her.



Frank grunted in pleasure on top of Sally, he relished in her young pert curvy body, the taste of her breasts on his tongue driving him mad, all he could think to do was to fuck her, harder. Her hands against his chest drove him mad, he knew she was fighting him and he just didn’t care, she probably hadn’t realised that in her struggle her already tight pussy had become tighter, making her father want her more, he growled at her, his hands digging into Sally’s hips. “Daddy’s gonna fuck his baby nice and hard, whether she likes it or not!”



Her breasts were bouncing violently on her chest now, only stopped occasionally to be bitten, they were red and sore when she started to cry at her father’s words, she didn’t understand it, how it happened, she kept trying to get him off but he seemed to fuck her harder, he rammed it in her pussy, over and over again, her pussy walls so sensitive she could feel his pulsating veins against them. All of a sudden she felt full, warm inside, but hollow at the same time, her father stopped ramming his thick cock into her red pussy, and almost convulsed on top of her, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he jerked inside of her, she let out a small sob. “No!”



Frank couldn’t go any longer, his baby girls body was doing all the right thinks, he’d take n her without permission and the control felt exhilarating, no one could help her and her developing body was his for the taking, he came deep inside her virgin pussy, the thought of a child inside his child when through his mind and his eyes rolled back, pure exhilaration as he jerked his load into her, the thought making him come inside his daughter again. It was only a few minutes later that he was done, he stayed inside her, still hard, solid and filling her, his come sliding out between them as she smiled down as a lover would as he stroked Sally’s shivering face.



He took a breast in each mouth, savouring her slowly, tongue circling her nipples before he looked at her again. “You’re going to have my children Sally, aren’t you happy?” Sally had a tear streaked face, having stopped crying she was not longer fighting, it was over now and she was still trying to figure out if it was real, if it had actually just happened. She heard her father talking to her, but it was starting to feel far away, she closed her eyes just as her father slid out of her.



Sally’s eyes fell shut, she had most likely feinted and Frank was still hard, he slid out fo her, his head glistening, he rubbed it along the length of her pussy before holing her now limp hips, ramming it inside her he went for another round. The thought hadn’t occurred to him before. But now that he’d done it he figured the plan was perfect. The ever large family would grow larger, and his daughter would carry his children. Frank smiled to himself and took a nipple in his mouth, his daughter laying under him, not moving as he began another assault on her body.