Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 112

Her mother and Presley were in the kitchen, making breakfast, Molly was in the living room on her phone, and Zach was reading the paper. Ton was outside working, and Jack hadn't come down yet.

"Happy birthday!" Zach called out, looking up from the paper as he noticed Lisa coming down the stairs.

"Thank you." Lisa said sweetly, looking at her brother from the bottom of the stairs. She stopped to smell the delicious scents of her mother cooking breakfast and walked over to the kitchen.

Zach studied his youngest sister as she walked. He noted how much she developed over the past year, though she still looked younger than her age. She was 5'3 and slim with long blonde hair and light blue eyes. He looked at her, noting for the first time the slight curve of her hips and her small tight butt. She had a pair of small breasts, perky b-cups, a little smaller than Molly's.

"Thinking about what it's going to be like with Lisa?" Molly whispered to her twin brother as she slipped beside him, following his gaze to her.

"She looks so young. I can't believe she's eighteen already." Zach whispered back and glanced sideways at his sister. "It will be weird doing it with her." Zach added.

"Weirder than with Presley?" Molly asked.

"Yes." Zach said, taking a breath. "Presley isn't that much younger than us, and, well, she didn't look so...young, when she was her age." Zach added.

"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean." Molly said giggling, looking over at Presley setting the table. "But you don't think Lisa is pretty?" she asked, still in a hushed tone.

'It's not that. She's cute and she looks like you when you were younger, but she's just so...innocent. It's hard thinking about doing it with her." Zach explained and sighed.

"I know what you mean. I had the same feeling before my night with Jack, but once we were both naked, things just started flowing. Molly explained and looked at her brother as he nodded hopeful, still transfixed on Lisa. "Hey, we never got a chance to talk about Kristen, what happened, why did you guys break up?" Molly asked.

Zach blinked and looked away from Lisa and at Molly. She was probably the person he trusted most in the world. "Swear you won't tell anybody? Zach asked in a hushed tone, his expression serious.

"Why, what happened?' Molly asked, her eyes going wide.

'You won't tell anyone? Zach asked again.

"No, I promise. Now tell me. I thought everything was good and you were serious." Molly said.

"Yeah, everything was good, and we were serious for a long time." Zach said.

"So, what happened?" Molly asked curiously.

Zach took a long deep breath, turning his body to his sister. "I told her. He said quietly.

"You told her?" Molly asked cornfused.

"About my first time, about mom, about you, about Presley. Zach told Molly.

"Oh my god, why would you do that?" Molly asked.

"We were talking, a few months ago, and she got to telling me about her first time. She asked me who my first was and I told her I didn't remember. She knew was lying, and I think at first, she thought I was embarrassed to tell her she was my first, but then she thought about our first time and realized it wasri't very likely. She kept asking, but each time told her to drop it."

"Why did you end up telling her then?" Molly asked.

'A few weeks ago, she asked me again but wouldn't drop it this time. I told her that if she knew she might not look at me the same. It was a stupid thing to say and it only made her push more, promising that nothing I said would make her stop loving me. I loved her and trusted her, and I thought that coming clean with her would be good, so I ended up telling her everything." Zach continued saying quietly.

"Everything?" Molly asked, and Zach nodded morosely.

"I told her about losing my virginity to mom, about you and dad, about me and you, and Presley, and well, all of it." Zach said regretfully. "She couldn't believe it. Kristen came from a conservative family and it really freaked her out. She told me she needed some time to process what I told her, then a few days later she told me she couldn't do it anymore and we broke up." Zach said, finishing with a heavy sigh.

"Wow, that's rough." Molly said empathetically.

"Yeah, well. Maybe it was for the best." Zach sald, not truly believing it and tried to smile.

"Zach, get your father, breakfast is ready. Their mother's voice cut them off.

"Okay." Zach sald, placing his hand on his sister's leg. He gave her one last shrug then went to get their father.

Like every birthday breakfast in the Fletcher household it was hearty and delicious. Liz prepared Lisa's favorite, blueberry pancakes, along with much more food. Zach's gloomy mood from his conversation with Molly evaporated and he went back to talking and laughing cheerfully as they ate.

After breakfast, there was much work to be done around the farm. Lisa had the day off, as was customary on birthdays, but the rest of the family chipped in. Tom was glad to have his two strong boys. helping him and brought them along for the more physical tasks that would have taken him much longer to do without their help.

Lisa enjoyed her last birthday at home to its fullest. After breakfast she went back to her room and changed. When she came back down, her mother prepared her a small picnic basket. She grabbed at and walked over to the stable where her sister helped her saddle up one of the horses. She loved horseback riding and went for a ride. She stopped when they got to the stream on the northern edge of their property and climbed off Bowie. She let the horse graze as she spread out a blanket on the ground and snacked on the content of the picnic basket while reading a book. She took a nap, enjoying the gentle spring breeze on her skin, and woke up to Bowle nuzzling her.

Lisa rode back cheerfully, unsaddled Bowie and groomed him. She returned to the house where Jack was helping their mom cook dinner and smiled at them.

"How was your ride?" Jack asked his younger sister as she took a seat at the kitchen table.

"It was fun. I rode out to the creek. She told her brother. She thought he was looking at her a bit strangely but didn't give it much thought.

"Cool." Jack said and quickly turned around as his sister caught him staring at her. "Dinner should be ready in about an hour, I think. Right mom?" Jack asked.

"An hour, maybe an hour-and-a-half, I haven't started working on dessert yet. Plenty of time for you to get ready. Liz said, smiling at her daughter.

"Okay, thanks mom." Lisa said and ran upstairs.

Lisa took a nice long shower as she got ready for her birthday dinner. She washed thoroughly, lathering up her body with a perfumed soap one of her sisters brought with her and washed it off, delighted with the lingering delicate scent. She stepped out of the shower, wrapped a large tower around her body, from chest to knee, another towel around her wet hair, and walked over to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, and removed the small towel, rubbing her hair dry. She grabbed her purple hairbrush from the nightstand and gently brushed her long blond hair.

Lisa finished brushing her hair and walked over to her closet. She picked out a pair of red panties, the cutest ones she owned, and a white lace bra and tossed them on the bed. She continued rummaging through her closet for another ten minutes before finally deciding on a light green skirt and a white top.

Lisa blushed as she let the towel drop and studied the reflection of her naked young body in the mirror. She tumed to one side, studying herself, then to the other, sticking out her tight butt, then grabbed her clothes. She pulled the panties on, up along her smooth legs, then put on the bra. She thought she looked cute in her underwear and blushed as she wondered if guys would find her sexy. She pushed the thought out of her mind and pulled on the skirt, zipping it up on the side, then pulling on the top. She studied herself in the mirror once more and was satisfied with what she saw. The green skirt was loose and reached down a little. below her knees.

The white top was soft and tight. The fabric was almost see-through, and the sleeves were of medium length, reaching past her elbows. She gave herself one last glance, noting how her blonde hair complimented the top, then put on a pair of elegant slippers and moved downstairs.