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I'd been to Uncle Nat's farm once before when I was ten and as the Greyhound droned and swayed up the highway toward Connerton I thought back about that summer almost six years in the past. Uncle Nat was my only living kin, the brother of my real father. He had two sons, one older than myself by a couple of years and the other a grade behind me in school. Most of my memories of the country were hazy, but there were certain details I did recall-- like the way the boys took me into the barn and watched while I peed. It was that same day when they showed me their outfits and I remembered that dark-haired Jason had already developed a few curls at the base of his cock then. Young, blond Billy Joe had been awed by the delicate swirls and ridges which grew in the fecund moisture of my slit. At ten, I had encouraged the boys in their curiosity. Things had seemed so innocent and fresh then.
A man sitting across the aisle was staring at my legs and when I saw what he was doing, I felt my skin go prickly hot. Now I was old enough to know the difference between right and wrong. How would I be able to face either boy without embarrassment? The realization that Jason would be almost nineteen made my stomach flutter. Maybe he would want to kiss me or... something worse. When the memory of what Frank had done to me came flooding back, I put my face in my hands and took a deep breath. For another male to even touch me would be the most horrible thing I could imagine.
At Connerton I stood waiting for the driver to unload my box of things. A voice behind made me turn.
"My, my have you grown into a beauty!" the tall man said. It had to be Uncle Nat. His face was tanned and wrinkled from being in the sun and the sandy lock of hair which blew across his eyes made him look younger than he really was. Even when he took my shoulders and gave me a gentle shake, I didn't mind. His smile was warm. Until that moment I hadn't noticed that there were two boys behind him.
"This here's Jason," Uncle Nat said, pulling the tall, dark- haired boy around in front. "And that's Billy Joe, blushing his fool head off behind his brother. You remember the boys, don't you, Shelly?"
I was uncomfortable under their scrutiny. "Yes, I remember."
Jason had on a tattered plaid shirt and his hands looked too big for his slender body. He showed no sign of embarrassment, but stuck out his hand instead.
"Hi, Shelly."
I mumbled back a hello and let his warm hand squeeze mine for an instant before jerking it back. Billy Joe just nodded. Uncle Nat guided me toward the parking lot while Billy lugged my tied-up cardboard box. Jason was looking at my legs, but I pretended not to notice.
The half-hour ride to the farm wound through heavy woods dotted with fertile meadows. It was quiet and peaceful compared to the noisy bustle of Connerton. Nat drove and talked about how they needed another woman around the place. It made me feel good to be compared to Aunt Linda.
Jason's eyes devoured me all the while and once when I glanced over at him, I saw the huge lump at his crotch which spread under his jeans down one thigh. For the rest of the ride I directed my eyes out the window.
Aunt Linda bustled out of the house when we drove up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "We've got this little room by the tractor shed fixed up for you, honey. It's usually for the hands, but we ain't been able to afford any for so long you may as well have it. It's real nice."
Billy Joe lugged my box down and showed me inside. Someone had painted the walls white and hung yellow curtains. There was a wide brass bed in one corner and a small table.
"This'll give you some privacy," Aunt Linda said from behind. "Away from these pestering boys."
Before I'd felt as if Frank had pushed me off on my unsuspecting relatives without enough warning, but as the day wore on I gradually accepted their show of hospitality as genuine.
After I'd changed into my only pair of jeans, Jason and Billy Joe showed me the farm. Then they took me down to the river and we had to take off our shoes to wade across the wide, sand-filled shallows. I stepped in a deep, muddy hole and Jason took my hand to pull me out. When he didn't let go I found myself looking into his eyes, almost hypnotized. It was that giddy breathless feeling in my chest again and my fingertips felt hot where they touched his palm.
"Let's go to the drive-in tonight," he said. "Nat'll let me take the truck."
"No!" The answer had come from my mouth even before I'd thought about it.
Jason gave an easy laugh. "Aw come on. You're not afraid of me, are you?"
"I'm not afraid," I said. But I was. Just the thought of being crammed next to Jason in the pick-up made me panicky. I imagined him holding me down and rubbing his cock against my bare belly until I was covered with white slime. I looked up at him and shook my head. "I'm not afraid, but I don't want to go tonight."
The evening meal seemed huge to me. There were biscuits and gravy and pork chops with plenty of second helpings for anyone hungry enough to eat them. The boys broke out a deck of cards afterwards and invited me to play, but the day had been tiring and I excused myself and went to the small room by the shed. Since it was so warm, I shed everything but my panties and climbed on top of the sheets. In a few minutes I was asleep.
The sound which woke me wasn't loud, but the strangeness of it had me sitting straight up in bed, my eyes wide open. It was coarse, like a gasping animal. For a moment or two I was frightened, but as my eyes grew used to the moonbathed room, I resolved to find out what it was. If I was going to stay on the farm for any length of time, it would be better if I knew all the demons right from the start. The sound came again and there was a solid thumping of hooves in the direction of the corral.
I grabbed the big flannel shirt Jason had given me earlier in the day and slipped my arms in, not bothering with the buttons. It was too late for anyone else to be up, so I decided to chance going out in my panties.
The ground was cool on my bare feet as I crossed toward the barn. Two dark shapes moved in a circle behind the fence and the thumping hooves were louder. It was the horses. A breeze blew the shirt open in front and I clutched it tight and hurried on toward the softly whinnying shapes. While living in town I'd never entertained the thought of walking out in the middle of the night, but here on the farm it seemed as natural as breathing itself and I was enjoying the adventure.
By the time I'd poked my head between two heavy rails, the animals were trotting in a fast circle again. I could see now that there were only two of them--the little mare of Billy Joe's and Uncle Nat's stallion. The whitewashed wall of the barn formed one side of the enclosure, and as the bigger horse trotted by I saw the silhouette of his organ. It had accordioned out into a long, wet, shiny tube of firm flesh, and the way it swung and bobbed under the animal as he moved made my legs tremble. I turned to go back to my room but the mare gave a little snort and the hoof-beats stopped. Holding my breath, I looked back. The stallion was touching the softly wheezing mare with his nose. Touching her rear end. Then with a lunging burst of power he rose up onto her back, hooves flailing. Oh God, I thought, he's trying to... he's going to...
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