After a year in college I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes but I felt like a little cog in  a big machine; a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out.  As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well. 

    “So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.
    “ I don't know yet,” I replied.

    My mother joined in on the scolding and pretty soon I felt like a failure. As I retreated to my room my father yelled “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!” I wanted to yell something back but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was old, hard ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been and outdoors person and I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible but the situation was becoming unbearable. Everyday there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.

    All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them  in their misery but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them. My uncle had been a very reserved man and I had grown to like him over the years but I never really knew all that well. My aunt on the other hand, had always been was very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was 23 and she was attending school back east and had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older then me by four years but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and she had always been a full grown woman in my eyes.

    We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged as expected that first night. The older folk, including my parents talked with my aunt and other family members far into the night. I on the other hand decided to turn in early. I was given my uncles old study and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away yet here were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully I dozed to sleep.

    The next morning I awoke to my father hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep but I felt a big weight lift off  my shoulders both literally and emotionally. “Now get up we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my aunt we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home where the day started at 7 or 8am, it started at 5or 6am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my aunt's barn.

     Our family has always grown in or around farms so it was second nature to my father, when it came to  farm work. I on the other hand, was a little less experienced but I wasn't unwilling to jump right in.  Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my uncle and aunt owned. By the time we were done my forearms felt sore and my dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand. “She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly. “Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your uncle really like that cow. He use to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said this while looking back at the herd. I also looked back and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene to say the least.

    By the time we got back to the house the women had already started breakfast. The house was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences.  The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my aunt tried her best to remain a good host. Tomorrow would be my uncle's funeral and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening a small circle of men sat around a  fire outside my aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were all a lot like my uncle, land owners and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them and I decided to join them. They were talking about my uncle and the kind of man he was. Stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings. All in all it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my uncle had not only been a good husband to my aunt but a very good friend to all of them. He had at one time or another helped each one of these men. They were really sadden to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My aunt was only 40.

      Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?” “No not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer. After a few seconds my dad spoke again. “I haven't talked to her yet but in any case I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad, as he patted my back. “Sounds like a plan.” I replied wondering if he was drunk.

    With that being said the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember and unleashed a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels. “ You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin voice in the dark. Quickly I  zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was laying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor. “I'm sorry,” I muttered embarrassed. Hearing my voice she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you...” she said surprised. I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted her to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly. “I wonder what my mom would think...” she started. “ She used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly. I looked down and noticed the distinct difference in color of some of the grass by the rear and front wheel of the tractor. When I looked back up at her I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry . She slowly turned around and I stood there wondering what to do.
   
       Although I wasn't very close to my cousin I had always had a small crush on her and it had been very hard to hide it when I was younger.  I had been a grade A pervert to her when we were just kids and for this very same reason I felt really embarrassed being around her now that we were older. I kept thinking that if I remembered my indiscretions then she sure as hell would too. As I kid I had been bold enough to feel her up multiple times until the day she slapped me and threaten to tell her dad. But even now my eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and pretty face to go with it. She was shorter then her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater. “I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly. “Thanks,” she said still facing away. Without a word I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.
  
      The next morning we had the funeral.The entire day was sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my aunt but  her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was in sobbing uncontrollably and I was glad her friends around her . She had always been daddy's little girl and now she was reeling having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought. On the way back home my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought considering he had been a little tipsy but now I saw he was completely serious. We had a long discussion about how it might be good if I stayed with my aunt for a few weeks and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that I sealed the deal.
   
        My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my aunt about me staying. First thing out of her mouth was “Don't you have school?” I smiled and replied “not for a couple of months.” It was the truth... school had ended and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. My cousin on the other hand would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for summer session and needed to be back that very week. After some discourse it was agreed that I would stay. My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight and I once again turned in earlier then usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed aunt on a small farm... freedom at last I thought.

    The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time. “take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice. “I will.” My aunt had always been very close to my dad and I could feel the weight behind his request. My aunt hugged each of them as well and my my mom finished by saying “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up.... you have my permission.” She said smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly. I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around my aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms and soon I found my self pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.

      That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm... my aunt spent it indoors mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my uncle and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.

    “Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me. “Don't worry I will...” I answered reassuringly. I had driven my cousin to the airport and it was now time to say goodbye. Megan had suggested to my aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it. “No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.” And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes and I became my aunt's only company.

      The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. To my surprise my aunt  knew as much if not more then my father when it came to tending a farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days  following the funeral we had become close friends. I recounted my stories of past girlfriends and my aunt recoutned how my uncle and her had met. On some days I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.

     Major changes started occurring after my aunt stop wearing her black attire. Since the funeral she had been wearing nothing but black  but after two weeks  she was back to her normal wear. The truth was that her black clothes just didn't cut it when it came to working on the farm. However, with this change also came some unexpected challenges. I couldn't help but stare at her after she started wearing her everyday work clothes. Her work jeans hugged tightly around her legs and butt and it was lovely to see her walk to and fro. Her  behind was plump and her jeans only highlighted its perfection . I had always know her breasts were fairly large but watching her walk around the farm and house really extenuated the bosom she  possessed. She was truly well endowed in this respect. The years had taken some of the perkiness away but in its place, a  beautiful supple body now remained . One day as I was working on a fence near the barn, I saw her washing some rags on a old fashioned washboard. The way her breasts moved freely as she plunged the  rags up and down the board were hypnotizing. If she was wearing a bra it wasn't helping. Her shirt wasn't skin tight but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and down. I soon felt my cock pulsating in my jeans and  I couldn't help but stand up as my cock rectified itself longways down my leg. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction but what could I do.

     It had been weeks since I had any sort of release. I had no girlfriend back home and I didn't really feel like masturbating in the house of my dead uncle. It also didn't help that I was now sleeping in my cousin's room. That night however I was unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. In the silence of the night I pictured my aunt on that washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air and once I was plagued with guilt.

     The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase....