Big Barn Work with Betty

“Maybe later, Jen,” you tell your twin, who sighs but doesn’t seem too hurt by your choice. Or maybe she’s hiding it well.

“Fiiine,” she says, tossing her top onto a hay bail (having left her skirt in the kitchen back at the house) then sauntering off to her barn duties.

You’re already nude as well.

“So… fucking mom now huh?” Betty says, starting the conversation in such a Betty way you’re almost not shocked by it. Almost.

“Um… yeah,” you answer, watching as she strips down right in front of you. There’s not much to it of course, her two tiny articles of clothing dropped into the straw in seconds, but it’s still a treat. You realise now you haven’t really spent much time with Betty since learning the truth of the Barn. Now your incredible eldest sister was nude before you inside the warm Barn and she seems to give you a moment to marvel.

Betty has muscles. Nothing overtly defined, but you can see the tone of her arms and thighs, and the soft ripple of her abs. Her breasts are big but sat high, not yet affected by time and gravity like your mom’s… not that mom’s were especially saggy. You remember mom. “Yeah so… she was saying she could be milked and… it sounded pretty hot and so… uh...” you try, and Betty manages to keep the smirk off her face about halfway through your rambling.

“I remember when mom told me how it worked,” she says smiling. “She was all ‘we could both be your daddy’s cows’ and I basically melted. God I’m getting wet just thinking about that.” Betty touches herself to highlight that last sentence but only briefly. She turns inward to the barn and beckons you to follow with a nod. You watch her behind and see a glimmer of wetness trail down her leg.

“You and mom?” you ask, picking up the conversation as you pick up your stride.

“Yeah. We had to wait until we got to my safe time of month and then… well dad went to town hahaha,” she explains, happy to remember. “I mean he was already cumming inside me every so often but to get me milkable required several loads a day… and mom got off so hard every time he ‘delivered’.”

You swallowed, images dancing in your head of your oldest sibling getting railed and filled by your dad while mom cheered her on. Your erection was already steel. Betty is at a tall door now that you hadn’t seen behind. The Big Barn was so big you weren’t even sure you had explored this corner of it yet. There are the words “PROJECT T” stenciled with spaypraint on the door.

“What is this special thing exactly?” you wonder, and Betty decides it’s better to answer you by opening the door.