J T Watson

Hot piece cousin

CHAPTER ONE

"Jesus," Dirk Donalds said softly. "Dad told me you were an old maid."

Sherry Murphy could fed his eyes touching her as she stood up. She'd been trying to milk the cow but it was the first time in her life she'd ever tried, and she wasn't doing very well. She brushed a strand of honey-blond hair back from her forehead and gave Dirk an exasperated look. "Well I'm not," she said.

"I can see that," he said, leering.

He'd been shocked when he had first walked into the barn and seen the woman bent over on the milking stool. She was nothing like he'd expected. He'd expected his cousin to look matronly, but there was nothing matronly about her. She looked about twenty-five and she was built. Her breasts pushed out at her pullover blouse and her jeans were just tight enough to reveal the outlines of her panties.

Her intelligent face was a mixture of innocence and education, as if she knew all about sex from books but had never tried it for real.

Dirk felt an aching between his legs and he knew he was going to have to try this pretty thing out.

"There's a trick to that," he said, pointing at the bucket. "Would you like for me to show you?"

Sherry was vet aware of all the things she'd heard about farm boys and barns. She gave an involuntary glance at the hayloft and she shivered. She wanted to run away but she controlled her impulse. She knew she had to learn to handle this guy quickly, or she'd never be able to live on the farm.

"Yes," she said softly. "I know I must seem foolish to you, but I've never lived on a farm before. I've always been big city. But Uncle Tim just made this place seem so inviting I couldn't turn down his summer invite."

"It's okay," Dirk said. "A lot of people don't know how to milk cows. You have to massage those tits just right."