At the Himmelbauerhof

The Himmelbauerhof towered high above the valley, the mountain peaks on the opposite side had belonged to Italy for several years. The Himmelbauerhof had been built in 1631 by an ancestor from massive wooden beams. The ancestor was supposedly a ship's carpenter and the fact that the house had been preserved in its original state for 400 years spoke for this. The house seemed to grow out of the rocks, it had 5 rooms and a spacious kitchen, there was a small stream behind the house for washing or bathing. To the left and right were the large grain fields, a stable for 4 cows, 2 dozen pigs and a lot of free‐range chickens. You didn't get rich, but the farm fed its residents well. It took a good 3 hours to walk up to the farm from the valley. But shortly before the war began, the army had equipped all of these high‐altitude farms with a material cableway, so that you could drive up in 15 minutes.

The Himmelbauer, his wife and their children Lena and Fritz were the 8th generation to live on the farm. When the war broke out, the Himmelbauer had bought a rifle from Schweizer, the black market arms dealer. It was an American repeating rifle with a long, heavy octagonal barrel that was over 1.60m long and had a good telescopic sight. It had originally been designed for bear hunting, the .44 caliber ammunition was stored in a large wooden box in the basement. Originally there were 2,000 rounds in the box, but a few had been used up because Himmelbauer practiced diligently and also went hunting with it. "Hawkins U.S. made" was stamped into the barrel and it was a good rifle. If Himmelbauer concentrated and didn't shake, he always hit the target. The war never came to this valley, no soldiers had to ride their cable cars up to the farms and defend the country or the emperor. Himmelbauer put the rifle in the anteroom cupboard, ready to hand, after the war, the country and the emperor were lost.

Every Sunday morning Himmelbauer rode his cable car down to the pub and didn't come back until the afternoon to sleep off his hangover. Sunday morning Fritz was allowed to slip under the covers with his mother. Ever since he could remember they had cuddled naked under the covers, she usually read him a fairy tale or a story. Fritz had long since explored every inch of her body, only the area around her curly pubic hair was absolutely off limits. She liked it when he caressed her big, full breasts and played with her nipples. She, on the other hand, liked playing with his cock the most, even when he couldn't squirt yet. Later on, she made him squirt several times, which he liked best. Sunday mornings were reserved for this, and she made him squirt so often that it lasted the whole week. The taboo gradually fell away, he was finally allowed to touch and explore her pussy, but she just let him do it without explaining anything to him.

Fritz slept in a room with Lena. She was 4 years older than Fritz, and he was allowed to slip under her covers before going to sleep, because she also loved to cuddle naked. Fritz was discreet, and he didn't say anything about cuddling with the other woman. Lena also loved to play with his cock, and she also rubbed it and made him squirt regularly. He said to both of them independently of each other, what a pity it was, that they didn't have a cock to rub and squirt with. They both looked at him for a long time and both decided not to tell the boy "about it". Lena became more and more beautiful the older she got. Fritz experienced first hand how Lena's breasts suddenly budded and grew until they were as big as Mom's.

One Sunday Mom asked if he didn't want to have a proper fuck. Fritz's face turned red and he didn't know what to say. His mother laughed and said she would show him if he could keep quiet about it. He nodded with a lump in his throat and she maneuvered him between her thighs. She grabbed his cock and brought it into her pussy hole. "You can stick your cock in really deep and then push in and out as hard as you can!" she said, smiling. Then he learned to push and cum inside. He just loved fucking, he told Mom, he fucked her every Sunday as often as he could. His mother explained to him to hold back his squirting until she herself had an orgasm, only then should he squirt inside. It was very difficult to learn, but he learned and practiced very diligently and soon he could do it properly.

Of course he didn't tell Lena a word about it, but she found out for herself. Lena had long since ceased to be a virgin, she went to every folk festival in the village and let herself be fucked for a few silver coins. She grinned from ear to ear. "Nobody gets to go for free, everyone has to pay a few silver coins!" she said, "I'm saving for my dowry!" Fritz listened with his mouth open, because his big sister was very business‐minded and he admired her for that. He dived under the covers with the flashlight and Lena explained everything to him. He marveled at everything and asked what the clit was for? She said that it was for pleasure, like rubbing a cock, except that we women don't squirt at the end. Of course he wanted to see the clit‐rubbing right away, but Lena put him off. It was only weeks later that she came back to it, he dived under with the flashlight and was finally allowed to see it and of course later when she did it again. He found it interesting and not boring at all, he was amazed every time when her body trembled and twitched convulsively during orgasm. He poked her clit again and again after her orgasm and she twitched every time, that was fun!

Mom now also thought that Lena was old enough to go to the pub on Friday or Saturday evening and meet guys, but Fritz had to go along as a chaperone. "I'm not a lady," Fritz grumbled and his mother explained to him that it was his job not to let a boy touch Lena's underwear. "She's not wearing any," he blurted out. His mother looked up to the sky in despair, "so that the boys don't reach under Lena's skirt or fuck her!" she exclaimed and now he nodded understanding, of course!

They took the cable car down to the village, they had a good dinner in the pub and Fritz stayed seated and sipped his beer, because Lena only paid for a single one. He was very careful that no one grabbed under Lena's skirt or even fucked her. He wouldn't have to lie to his mother, because neither of those things happened. Lena drank a lot, the boys invited her for drinks and she kept disappearing with one of them for 20 minutes. Fritz didn't want to know what she was doing with the boys up there in the pub, he knew. Late in the evening they took the cable car home again, Fritz said she stank terribly and Lena jingled the silver coins that she had tied in a handkerchief. "I'm saving this for my dowry, I'm not going to marry a beggar!" Fritz nodded, that was a good argument. She let him smuggle the handkerchief into the house so that Mama wouldn't suspect anything. Of course Fritz knew where Lena was hiding her money, but he never took anything out.

Fritz wanted to fuck Lena. He never mentioned it, because his keen sense told him that she might take it as blackmail. He crawled under her blanket as usual, knelt in front of her pussy and stuck out his stiff cock. Lena didn't seem to understand and reached for his cock to masturbate him as usual. She shook her head, "You're already fucking Mom on Sundays!" she called quietly and rubbed his cock. He had never answered that before. He kept sliding forward until his glans touched her pussy. Lena was coy for a long time and kept rubbing him, but he felt that she would soon give in. So he pushed further forward, so that Lena had to let go of his cock, he penetrated her pussy hole and further until it was deep inside. She stared at him. "Really, do you really want to fuck me!?" Fritz nodded seriously. "Yes, Lena, I really want to, if you let me!" Lena smiled. "You're one of a guy! Just fuck your sister like that instead of finding your own girlfriend!" Fritz nodded a little dejectedly. "I like you a lot, Lena, and I don't want to fuck anyone else! I see you fucking a handful of guys in the pub and I am now old enough to fuck you, I'd like that very much!" She smiled and stroked him. "It's fine, I want to fuck too, but don't say a word to anyone!" So it came to be that they secretly fucked several times a week, even several times a night during her pregnancy, until she died.

Lena was pregnant, Fritz stroked her belly, which was getting bigger and bigger, and they fucked two or three times before going to sleep. Lena was always horny during her pregnancy, she let herself fuck again and again and masturbated day and night. She didn't tell anyone who the father was, she probably didn't know herself. Fritz was very upset, because he could also be the child's father. Lena smiled and ruffled his hair. "Don't forget the Fridays or Saturdays, it could be any of them!" When the time came, the gay midwife slept with mom in the marital bed and the father slept in the storage room. Mom was not gay, of course, and had never touched another pussy, and no other woman had ever touched her pussy and her clit so sexily. But she could not resist, because the temptation and the rising horniness made her willingly go along with everything.

Lena suffered for three days, Fritz sat silently next to his father on the bench in front of the house, where Lena's screams could not be heard. Mom and the midwife did their best, and Lena gave birth to a little girl. She was obviously very sick, and the father would take her and Lena to the hospital in the capital. Lena was not doing well at all, she bled and bled and bled to death on the fourth day, and just hours later the child stopped breathing.

Fritz saw his parents cry for the first time. The chaplain came up by cable car and held a silent funeral mass for mother and child. The father had dug a large and a small grave next to the house, and they buried them both there. At first there were only two wooden crosses, but later the stonemason brought a beautiful granite slab. Fritz, who had grown up and become serious overnight, helped his father. When they had finished with both graves, his father rammed the shovel into the ground. He pointed with his chin to the older graves where the ancestors were buried. "Not there, my place should be here with Lena, and Mom's too. We must stay together forever!" Fritz nodded and promised. "I'll make sure of it, Dad, I promise!"

It had become quiet in the Himmelbauerhof. But they kept the rhythm. The father went to the pub on Sunday and Fritz lay down with his mother, even though he was already an adult. She didn't need to read him stories anymore, his father had grown old quickly and only fucked his mother rarely. Fritz knew how much she loved fucking on Sundays, even though she had grown old too. She often told him how good it was for her to fuck him. She said very quietly that she had to masturbate on weekdays, which was a very lonely pleasure. Fritz usually went to the village festivals alone and that's how he met Vroni, she was a hottie and he would never have had her if she hadn't fallen in love with him.

The wedding was being celebrated down in the village, the pub was packed. Fritz's parents had gotten the best seats in the pub and were happy for the first time since Lena's death. His father was a little tipsy and danced with Vroni and let his hand wander, that was what dancing was for, wasn't it? After a few dances he came back to the table and drank half a mug. "You have a fine woman there, my son," he announced, "Veronika has a magnificent ass!" Fritz's ears turned red, but he knew that his father meant it well and honestly. Many dozens of Veronika's former lovers were there too, and their thoughts were not as harmless as his father's.

For Vroni it was a social climb. They moved into the commander's room, as the ship's carpenter was called all his life 400 years ago. It was the largest and most beautiful room in the house, the ship's carpenter had even built a balcony like the ones the captains of the galleons had back then. The leaded glass windows on the balcony had suffered from the winter storms and Fritz had traveled to the capital especially to have them restored.

Vroni brought laughter and sunshine to the Himmelbauer farm, she got on very well with Mom and Daddy. She was used to working, the kitchen was sparkling, the stable and the animals looked clean and well‐kept. She even came to mow and harvest, which were actually considered men's work. The father was full of praise, he coughed with difficulty. The cough got worse every day, it got worse day by day, but he didn't want to go to the doctor. Fritz was able to persuade the doctor to come up on the cable car. He brought good medicine and his father recovered a little. He could no longer work and sat on the bench with Fritz in the evenings. He had the cold pipe in his mouth and sometimes sucked on it out of habit. He died peacefully on the bench, with a view of the Italian mountains. Fritz carried him into the house, the chaplain came and said the funeral mass. Fritz buried his father right next to Lena. He hugged his Mom silently, what could he say?

Vroni became very quiet. She had liked the old man very much and had been surprised by his sudden death. She had laid fresh flowers on his grave and cried for months. She had spoken to him a lot and he was the only one she told her great suffering to. She wanted children so much but it just didn't work out. She mainly fucked Fritz on the days when she was fertile, not so much on the others. Her father had hugged her very lovingly and comforted her and said that children only come from a lot of fucking. He also fell into her trap without knowing anything and let her seduce him into fucking again and again. She wanted a child, absolutely, no matter how! But Veronika just couldn't get pregnant. And now he was dead.

Fritz stopped fucking Mom on Sunday mornings. He too was mourning his father, who had taught him to shoot and hunt with the Hawkins rifle. He went into the forest for half a day every week with his rifle over his shoulder and shot a deer or a rabbit here and there. Vroni prepared the game in silence, because she was an excellent cook. During dinner, his mother would remember how nice it was when her two men — Daddy and Fritz — came home with game over their shoulders. Even then, only Fritz carried the Hawkins and didn't let anyone else carry it. Mom and Fritz reveled in memories and Vroni sat silently next to them.

The mother had died in her sleep, about a year after Daddy, she had only lived to be 58 years old. Fritz dug her grave right next to Daddy, the chaplain came and Fritz and Veronika stood silently by her grave. There were now two of them, the work was almost too much. Veronika, who spoke to her parents on the phone every week, took up the suggestion of taking her youngest sister Lisa into the Himmelbauer farm, the little one was very hardworking and could take a lot of the work off her hands. That's how Lisa came to the farm.

Veronika was an adopted child and not Lisa's biological sister. Lisa was slim, almost skinny, but she worked for two. Fritz was especially happy that Vroni now had someone to talk to, because since his Daddy's death she had become very quiet and had little sexual desire. He felt sorry for her, but he didn't know how he could help her. Certainly not with fucking her, he had to accept that. But now Lisa was there, maybe she could help.

The illness struck unexpectedly and with full force. From one day to the next Vroni lost all desire to live. She slept until the afternoon, she ate twice or three times as much, drank wine and liquor like water and practically didn't work anymore. Within a few months she had become a thick, fat colossus. The bodyscales only went up to 150 kilos and she was definitely more. She hadn't fucked Fritz for half a year. She basically only left the house to go bathing in the stream, every couple of weeks.

Fritz and Lisa usually ate alone in the evenings and discussed the situation endlessly. Finally Fritz was able to get his way, Lisa was not so keen on calling the doctor. Fritz spent a long time on the phone with the doctor and described the situation as best he could. The doctor came and examined Vroni. "She has severe depression," said the doctor, "she should take the tablets regularly, then the depression should soon improve." And so it was, Vroni stopped gaining weight, she ate lunch and dinner with them, she became a little more talkative. That lasted for half a year, Fritz got the tablets. Then came the relapse. Vroni stopped taking the tablets, and it was soon as bad as before.

Fritz and Lisa did the work together. Part of the grain field had become unusable after a rockfall, which meant less work now. After work they lay in the straw and chatted a little. Lisa said she had fallen in love with him at the wedding, she thought about the handsome groom every night, who fulfilled her masturbation fantasies. He laughed, he hadn't known that, she was a small child at the time with pigtails that he hadn't noticed before. And he had heard for the first time that she masturbated. Lisa laughed out loud, she had started masturbating before kindergarten, she said, and every day to this day! She leaned over him and kissed him on the mouth. He was taken by surprise and returned the kiss. He couldn't stop kissing her deeply, he was totally starved after a year of not fucking.

Lisa was already 22 and still a virgin. She whispered that she didn't want anyone else, that's why. "I'll hurt you if we fuck now," said Fritz worriedly, but she smiled, "I know about losing my virginity, don't worry!" He penetrated her and tore her hymen. She flinched briefly, then they fucked for a long time and she sighed contentedly when he came inside after her orgasm. She was happy, she had reached the goal of her dreams. From then on they fucked every free minute and he slept with her at night. Neither of them cared if Vroni noticed. A few weeks later he was busy in the barn and bent over.

The blow hit him completely unexpectedly on the back of the head. He fell to the ground and lost consciousness for a moment. He woke up because the back of his head was in terrible pain. Vroni had sat on him with all her weight, unbuttoned his leather pants and pulled out his cock. With a crazy look she made his cock stiff and called over and over again that he belonged to her, hers alone! She began to ride him as well as she could. She called over and over again that he belonged only to her! He was already ejaculating when she lifted the stick she had used to knock him down and screamed that she would rather kill him than let someone else have him! Her second blow was powerless and she swung again, madness and murderous intent in her eyes. Fritz knew he was going to die and saw out of the corner of his eye that Lisa had lifted a heavy stick and brought it down on Vroni's head with all her might. Vroni collapsed on top of him instantly.

He touched his aching head, his hair was matted with blood. Lisa stood next to Vroni and felt for her pulse. "She's dead!" she said tonelessly. He felt for Lisa's hand and she helped him crawl out from under Vroni. She immediately took him to the kitchen, washed off his blood and inspected his head. "Nothing is broken, it's just a small laceration. I'll put a plaster on it and you take a painkiller or two." Fritz was amazed at how clear and confident Lisa was.

With combined forces they took Vroni's body to the graves. He stood up. "We can't just bury her like a dog. I'll call the mayor." He called and the mayor insisted on a post‐mortem examination. He would come with the doctor. The doctor felt Vroni's neck, it was indeed broken. Fritz showed the mayor the place where Vroni had fallen down the stairs and the bloody piece of wood she had fallen on. The mayor wrote a report, Fritz and the doctor signed it.

The chaplain came, as did Vroni's parents. The old people had no idea about Vroni's illness and cried until Fritz had filled in the grave. Lisa had cooked a good dinner, then everyone drove down the valley two by two. They were now completely alone.

Now Lisa's inner armor collapsed. She had killed her sister! Fritz emphasized that it was self‐defense. Vroni wanted to kill him and not share him with Lisa. Preventing a murder was self‐defense, that's for sure. Lisa nodded, but she chewed on it for days. She only found solid ground again when she said that she wanted to save not only Fritz, but also her lover. Vroni had shouted and screamed that. Lisa had been walking up and down and suddenly stopped. "We fought for you!" she said, as if struck by thunder. "We fought like stone‐age cavemen for our lover!" Fritz was silent, what should he say, what could he say? He didn't see the cavemen element, not at all. Lisa had saved him, Vroni had gone mad and wanted to kill him. If Vroni had hit him harder, he would be dead now.

Months passed before they both got over it.

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