Keeping it in the Family

Keeping it in the Family By Cynthia Green I received a letter from my favorite uncle and aunt inviting me to visit them for a while during the summer. They mentioned the fact that they had remodeled their house and even added a swimming pool. Having a two week vacation coming up I called them and made arrangements to visit them the second week of June. I hadn?t actually seen them for a number of years but we had kept in touch with Christmas cards and such over the years, even though I had moved down to Florida. They had a peanut farm in west Georgia about a hundred miles from where I had grown up in northeast Alabama. My uncle was my father?s younger brother. That would put his age at about 39 and my father at 43. They had a son but I couldn?t remember just how old he would be, all I remembered was that he was quite a bit younger than I was. I didn?t know if I would be able to take life on the farm after spending the last five years in Florida. I had left my father?s farm in Alabama at 17 to go to school in Florida and hadn?t been back since. I figured that I could make some excuse for leaving early if it got too boring. Driving up through north Florida and Georgia brought back so many memories, wonderful memories of growing up in the country. With the top down on my mustang and the sun shining in a cloudless sky everything was right with the world. I had my skirt pulled up to get a little sun on my legs, not to mention to give the occasional big rig driver a peek. Let?s face it, at almost 23 I still enjoyed teasing men. More than one of the truck drivers nearly ran off the road trying to get a better look. Following my GPS instructions I had no trouble finding the turn into their driveway. The house, as was typical of most farms, set back quite a distance from the road. I nodded in appreciation as the house came into view. They had indeed done a considerable amount of remodeling. It no longer remained a typical Georgia farm house but a modern two story home that would do justice to any neighborhood in Florida. I barely had time to get out of the car before being enfolded in a bear hug by my uncle Jim, followed closely by my aunt Sarah. Uncle Jim, at nearly forty, was still a handsome man, lean and tanned from working outdoors, he made an şişli escort bayan imposing picture. Aunt Sarah was, on the other hand, small and petite, at thirty eight, starting to broaden a little, but still a good looking woman. There followed all the family questions and pleasantries. Finally we went into the house, my uncle toting all my luggage into my room. ?Wait till you see Josh,? aunt Sarah gushed as we climbed the stairs. ?He?s all grown up now, sixteen last month, be a senior in high school next year. He?s been talking about going to college in Florida when he graduates. Maybe you could help him decide what college he should go to.? For the life of me I couldn?t bring a mental picture of my cousin into focus. I just couldn?t remember him. ?Sure, be glad to aunt Sarah. Where is Josh anyway?? I managed to say. ?He?s working in the peanut field right now. He has been looking forward to seeing you. He?ll be here at supper time. I?ll let you get settled darling,? with that she swept out of the room. Uncle Jim gave me another hug and left me to unpack. I took a short nap, then wandered downstairs where I found my aunt in the kitchen fixing dinner. We chatted about family things for a few minutes before being interrupted by the back door opening. Finally, Josh was home. I don?t know what I had expected but what I saw was disappointing. I probably had expected a big strapping sixteen year old Georgia farm boy, six foot tall, Varsity football player, with bulging muscles. What I got was a meek looking guy with glasses, barely 5?9?. To say that I was unimpressed would be an understatement. I immediately began forming my excuse for leaving early in my mind. Dinner was strange to say the least. Suddenly I felt old. At 23 I felt that I had nothing in common with my sixteen year old cousin. I tried to engage him in conversation but all I seemed to get was a one word answer, even then he seemed unable to look directly at me, keeping his eyes downcast most of the time. My aunt and uncle, on the other hand, seemed not to notice, keeping up a near constant flow of questions about my life in Florida. After dinner my aunt suggested that Josh give me a guided tour of the farm. Finally alone with my cousin I decided to try to getting mecidiyeköy escort bayan him talking. I found out that he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment, liked his life on the farm, got good grades in school, wasn?t too keen on sports. All this in one or two word answers. When it came to the farm he seemed to loosen up a little. I even notice that he managed to sneak a look at me whenever he thought I wasn?t looking. I decided to test him a little. I wasn?t wearing a bra and the thin blouse I was wearing showed off my nipples real good if I stretched my arms above my head, pointing to something. I did and I got the reaction I wanted. His face turned red as he stared at my nipples. I pretended not to notice but, now I knew. He wasn?t gay, just shy. I determined to fix that. The next day, being a Saturday, I decided to take a walk after breakfast. The farm was strictly a peanut farm, that was their only crop, no animals except a few cats and dogs. I wandered around through the many buildings for a while looking at all the machinery, trying to figure what each one did, not having a clue. I was passing by an older building when I heard someone whisper my name. I stopped, looking about, but there didn?t appear to be anyone nearby. Then it came again! It seemed to be coming from the small building next to me. I stepped closer. Someone was talking inside the building. The building was quite old and had some cracks in the board siding. I pressed my eye to one of the cracks and got a real shock. Standing at a workbench was my cousin Josh. He appeared to be leafing through a magazine that lay on the workbench. He got to a part that he seemed to like and turned the magazine sideways. I suddenly realized that my sixteen year old cousin was looking at a girlie magazine and was talking to the image. ?You think you?re pretty hot, don?t you Cynthia?? he said. ?Well I got something for you. Maybe this will cool you off a little.? He unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. Next came his underwear and out sprang the most beautiful eight inch cock I had ever seen, and I have seen a lot of cocks. For a smallish guy, he had a huge organ, I felt an immediate surge of desire in my tummy. His fingers slid slowly along escort şişli his cock, teasing it. ?This what you want Cindy? You want this inside that pussy of yours?? I wanted to scream out . ?Yes!? But I bit my tongue. Now he curled his fingers around his cock and slid the foreskin back, exposing the huge head. My mouth watered in anticipation of what it would be like to have it slide into my mouth. My pussy was secreting it?s own juices in anticipation of that beautiful cock forcing it?s way into my tight pussy. I pressed my legs together, wiggling my ass, trying to get a measure of relief. His hand was moving faster now as he slid it along the entire length. I was going crazy watching this fantasy unfold. I wanted desperately to burst in on him but I resisted. Instead I kept my eye glued to that crack, knowing what was to happen next. He was groaning now, completely lost in his dream world, as he pumped his mighty organ. ?Oh god Cindy,? he groaned. ?This is for you!? Suddenly his cock shot huge streams of cum two feet into the air. My own pussy was twitching as a small orgasm coursed through me. I had to have that cock. Any thoughts of my plan of leaving the farm early was gone from my mind, replaced instead, by plans to seduce my cousin. I moved silently away from the building making sure I was out of sight when he emerged. The rest of the day dragged by so slowly. I couldn?t believe I was planning to seduce my sixteen year old cousin. Dinner was a blur. Both my aunt and uncle were jovial, keeping up a steady stream of conversation going, while I nodded and smiled at all the appropriate places. Josh, of course, was his usual shy and morose self, with eyes downcast throughout most of the meal. I helped my aunt clear the dishes then feigned a slight headache and retired to my room where I spent a restless night thinking about Josh?s cock. Plan after plan I turned over in my mind finally giving up falling into a fitful sleep where guys with huge cocks chased me. The following morning, being Sunday, my aunt and uncle got ready for church. After I politely declined their invitation to accompany them it was decided that Josh should stay home and keep me company, and why didn?t I go for a swim in the pool. I agreed with them. ?How about it Josh?? I asked across the table. ?Feel like a swim?? Josh?s head snapped up. ?Yeah, I guess so. Got to vacuum the pool first.? He mumbled, still not able to make eye contact. I clear away the breakfast dishes then went to my room to change after seeing my aunt and uncle drive off.