She’d always hated visiting her cousin, who lived out in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska, wherever that is! But her mom insisted she spend at least a couple of weeks of her precious summer vacation on her sister’s farm for perspective. Hillary lived in the burbs, but those farm people always called her a city girl, a badge she wore with pride compared to these simple folk who lived off the land.
She’d looked forward to turning eighteen, assuming she’d be able to decide for herself how to spend her vacation. So, now eighteen, graduated from high school, barely, she would have had the option to decline, but her mom was pleasantly surprised when she insisted on going again. She recalled Hillary returning last year in a much happier mood, saying she’d actually enjoyed being there and had a lot of fun with her cousin, Luke.
Of course, Hillary didn’t tell her mom that it was Luke, having suddenly grown into a handsome young man, with a body that made her wet, that had her pining for farm life. And that he looked at his cute, city girl cousin with lust didn’t hurt either.
She’d had a tight, little hardbody for a couple of years now that had her fighting off the boys at school who wanted nothing more than to get their hands on her small, but perfectly shaped tits, her deliciously round bottom, and especially between her legs when her inevitably tight pants or short skirts provoked those feelings. She wasn’t promiscuous, but did enjoy flirting and teasing them when they’d come on to her, and she’d learned to dress a bit more provocatively to encourage it.
Last year, she and her cousin enjoyed each other’s company without revealing the sexual tension each felt when looking at the other. Hillary enjoyed watching him do his chores, especially when he’d take his shirt off, his chiseled chest and washboard abs driving her wild. Her aunt had realized she was useless at doing the kind of work needed on the farm, but she tried to help Luke when she could, and in her cutoff shorts, she often gave him a peek when she bent to some task.
It was unintentional at first, but once she’d heard him groan and caught him practically salivating at the sight of her crotch, she started helping him a lot more. Dressed in various shorts and panties, she’d given him every possible view short of seeing the prize within. A flash of her bright red panties, peeking out beside the skinny strip of fabric meant to conceal. Spandex shorts that hugged every curve and crevice, that she’d pull up tight against her pantyless pussy at strategic times for a luscious cameltoe. Short skirts that revealed exactly what kind and color of panties she wore when she’d bend way over.
The first week on the farm was much like those in the past, but these antics started, somewhat innocently, before that week was out. They’d never considered actually doing anything with each other, mainly because of the familial connection, but her second week had them both about ready to throw caution to the wind. The teasing displays of hidden treasures had come to include his sizeable cock straining at his jeans and her tits hanging free within a peasant blouse by the middle of the second week.
Teasing each other overtly and mercilessly had them wanting to make good on what their bodies were begging for, but her aunt always seemed to show up just as something was about to start. They tried to hide their disappointment, but were sure his mom noticed on a couple of occasions.
It was her last full day on the farm, and her fingers weren’t giving her what she needed most. No more hinting at what she was sure they both wanted; she was going to come right out and ask for it – sort of.
She dressed less suggestively to avoid setting off any alarms with her aunt. A loose T-shirt and skirt that came to mid-thigh shouldn’t arouse any suspicions. She ate breakfast alone, not rising at the crack of dawn as they did, and when she was finished, her aunt told her Luke was in the barn doing his chores.
She walked the short distance to the barn and stopped just outside the large open door. Looking around to be sure no one could see, she reached up under her skirt and pulled her tiny white bikini panties down and off, stuffing them in her skirt pocket.
“Good morning, Luke!” she greeted him, more than a little suggestively.
“Good morning, Hillary,” he said, looking up briefly, her relatively safe mode of dress, not getting his attention.
Surveying the barn and where he was working, she chose a short stack of two bales of hay and went to stand before it.
“Hey!” she called to get his attention after pulling her shirt up over her naked breasts. His eyes opened wide at the sight of her perfect tits with pointy nipples. She giggled at his stunned visage, then pulled her skirt up to her waist and bent over the bales.
“Jesus!” he cried as he practically ran to her, knelt behind, and stuffed his face into her warm, moist crotch with both hands on her ass. He’d barely extended his tongue into her glistening, wet slit when …
“Luke!” his mother called from a near distance.
He jumped up and returned to his work, while she stood, her skirt and shirt falling back into place on their own. She’d just jumped up to sit on the bales she’d been lying over when her aunt entered the barn.
“What’s up, Mom?” he said, hoping it sounded normal.
“I need you to go into town to the feed store. They finally have that special chicken feed we ordered. It’s all paid for, so all you have to do is pick it up.” He tried not to look at Hillary as he left the barn. “You can help me with some housework, young lady!”
They left the barn together just in time to see Luke in the pickup heading down the long dirt driveway to the road. His mother kept an annoyingly close watch on the two for the remainder of that last day, and the next day she drove her niece to the airport for her return home.
A year later, Hillary climbed out of the puddle jumper that brought her from the capital, Lincoln, to this small local airport and saw her aunt waiting by the pickup. She wasn’t surprised, but she was disappointed. She’d planned on picking right up where she’d left off with Luke last year, with some quickie oral sex on the way to the farm. She’d worn tight jeans with no panties and a gauzy white blouse that was translucent enough to tell the color of her bra. All appropriate for travel and meeting her aunt at the airport, but hopefully arousing to the right audience.
Luke was waiting in the driveway when they arrived, and she ran to him, jumping into his arms to hug him and whispered, “We’ll do it this time” in his ear, to which he replied, “Definitely!”
She’d arrived late in the day, so after unpacking, it was almost dinner time, followed by the traditional evening porch sitting. Luke’s father, whom she only saw at these times, joined them in the rocking chairs while they shared family updates on the year past and watched the sun go down over seemingly endless fields of soybeans.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” her aunt said, jumping up suddenly and running into the house. She returned quickly with a fairly large box, gift-wrapped for Hillary. “You seemed to enjoy yourself more last year, and my sister says you wanted to come again this year, so I thought you might appreciate these. Fit in a little better around here!” she explained, handing the box to Hillary.
She opened the box and laughed at the sight of cowboy boots. They all laughed with her, the city girl, as she put them on. A combination of saddle and oyster-colored leather was tooled in the traditional manner, with pointy toes and a two-inch heel. She got up and walked back and forth on the porch, modeling them as she tried to mimic a country dance step she’d seen on TV, getting more laughs in the process.
“I love them! Thank you, Aunt Kate!”
“You’re welcome!” she replied, and tapped her husband on the knee, a signal to go inside and leave the younguns alone.
“They look good on you!” Luke said.
“Yeah? Make me look like a country girl?”
“No,” he laughed, “You still look like a city girl, a hot, sexy city girl … with cowboy boots!”
She looked around quickly to see they weren’t being watched, and leaned over to kiss him, her hand landing on the bulge in his jeans. “Tomorrow! As soon as we can!”
She got up earlier the following morning, wanting to follow Luke around on his chores and not miss any opportunity for what they both wanted, but it was still an hour or two after he’d started work.
She dressed like a country girl, hoping to please Luke, and maybe disarm Aunt Kate in the process. The cowboy boots were a must, and she paired them with tan cutoff shorts and a calico-print peasant blouse that left her midriff bare. She tried putting her long blonde hair in a braid, but wasn’t very good at it; the result was a braid with loose hairs poking out in all directions.
“Look at you, trying to fit in!” her aunt said when she appeared in the kitchen. “Turn around! Let me see … Oh! That braid is a mess! Sit here and let me do it for you!” Hillary sat in one of the kitchen chairs while her aunt pulled the messy braid apart, then went to get a hairbrush to straighten it again. “Do you always wear such skimpy clothes?” she asked as she brushed her niece’s hair.
“I’m sorry, but, yes. My mom likes it. Thinks a young girl should enjoy showing off what she’s got,” Hillary explained.
“Yeah, that’s my sister, alright! She couldn’t get away from here fast enough once she’d had a taste of city life in college,” Kate replied, working the three bunches of hair into a tight braid. “There! That’s better! Go look in the hall mirror.”
“That looks great! Thank you!”
After breakfast, she went out looking for Luke and followed him around, trying to help when she could, more for the chance to tease and touch each other than actually being of any great assistance. He’d reach for something, and she’d move in the way so his hand landed on her tits or her crotch, or put her hand on the ever-present bulge in his pants when she’d hand him a tool he requested. They were both so ready for more, but had to be careful to choose the right time and place.
“C’mon. Time for the second milking of the cows,” he said, and smacked her bottom playfully to move her along, getting a sexy giggle in response.
She sat on a taller stool beside him as he worked the cow’s teats, the milk squirting into a stainless steel bucket. Her legs spread caught his eye as he worked. Finished with the first of three cows, he reached to touch her, legs spreading further, inviting him in. He was just about to stroke the slim strip of fabric when …
“Luke!” his mother called from just outside the barn.
His arm jerked back, and twisting away from Hillary, his foot kicked the bucket over, spilling the milk on the barn floor.
“Luke! What in blazes is wrong with you?” she yelled, “You know we can’t afford to lose milk like that!”
“I’m sorry! You startled me!” he defended.
“If you paid as much attention to your work as you do to your cousin’s pussy, it wouldn’t have happened! Come here!”
“Mom, no!?” he pleaded, hoping he was wrong as to what was coming.
“Don’t argue with me!”
“Mom, please? Not in front of Hillary!”
“Why? She’s lucky she’s not getting it too, but my sister would kill me if she found out I spanked her daughter!”
“Wait! What? Spanking?” Hillary cried, “You’re gonna spank him?”
“Take your pants down and bend over!”
“Please, Mom! You know what happens!”
“Um, I’m … I’m just gonna go … um …” Hillary said, trying to escape.
“Yes. Okay. But know this, Missy! If my sister weren’t such a wuss about child discipline, you’d be getting the same!”
Hillary practically ran out of the barn, horrified at what was about to happen, but strangely intrigued as well. She’d never seen or heard anything like it. Even small kids didn’t get spanked where she came from, and certainly not young adults, but knowing he would be dropping his pants and taking his punishment was surprisingly arousing.
She was barely around the corner when she heard Luke say, “Thank you for having Hillary leave, Mom. You know how often I get hard when you spank me.”
“Yes. I do! Just like your father! Are you ready, young man?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You know what I want to hear.”
“I’m sorry I got distracted by Hillary, ma’am. Please give me a good spanking.”
Hillary had stopped within range to hear both the dialogue and then the sound of her aunt’s hand smacking Luke’s bottom. Aunt Kate wasted no time and had begun spanking in earnest. No warm-up, no gradual speed increase, just hard and fast applications of her strong, calloused farm hands to his bare bottom.
She ran to the back side of the barn to a smaller door. Not planning to stay for the whole thing, she listened at the door, not daring to sneak back in, but just the sound became a fixation. She found herself whispering, “Oh my God!” to herself repeatedly as it went on and on. Her hands involuntarily went to her own bottom, rubbing the phantom empathetic pain away. She could feel the telltale signs of arousal, her pussy and panties getting wet.
After a minute or two, she walked away towards an outbuilding, but could still hear it. She stayed within range, but only just, and couldn’t believe how long it lasted. What seemed like a half-hour to her and likely much longer to Luke was in fact less than five minutes, but it had been non-stop, and though she couldn’t hear the difference, Aunt Kate had continually stepped up the intensity.
At one point, she wondered how her aunt kept it up, but she’d seen many examples of her aunt’s strength doing farm work and dismissed the thought. Still, she was both horrified and curious about what it would feel like if she’d gotten the same treatment, knowing Aunt Kate would have plenty of energy left for her bottom after dealing with Luke’s.
“Are you gonna pay attention to your work!?” his mom yelled.
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Are you gonna stare at your cousin’s crotch while you’re working!?”
“No, ma’am!”
Finally, she stopped and stepped back for a moment. Luke knew better than to try to get up. It wasn’t unusual for her to start again, especially if he did get up without permission. He could feel her standing right behind him when she reached around to check his cock and chuckled when she found it fully erect.
“You men!” she said, “I think you all secretly like getting spanked!” She gave it one full stroke before stepping back again and telling him he could get up.
“Look,” she started in a calmer tone, while he pulled his underwear and pants gingerly over his flaming red ass. “I know what you kids wanna do, and I know I can’t control your hormones, but, dammit, you’re gonna get your chores done, and done properly, before you get up to any shananigans! If you work hard, you ought to be able to get everything done and still have an hour or so before dinner to entertain your cousin! Maybe you can get her to actually help you for a change! Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
“Good! Now get to work!” she said before spinning on her heels and charging out of the barn.
Hillary couldn’t hear the closing conversation, but had noticed the spanking had stopped. She peeked around the corner of the small chicken coop she’d been hiding behind and saw her aunt charge back into the house, the wood screen door slamming shut behind her. Little did she know her aunt’s panties were quite wet as well and needed tending to.
“Jesus! That was so embarrassing!” he said as Hillary appeared at the barn door.
“Ohmigod!” Hillary cried as she went to him. “That was so fucking hot! Here! Feel!” she said, grabbing his hand and shoving it into her wet crotch.
“Yeah, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said sarcastically and pulled his hand away, but not without noting the humidity between her legs. “But that’s what got me into trouble!” he blamed, as he fastened his jeans and belt. “I’m sorry,” he said, realizing he’d been unfair. “Help me get my work done, and we can take a drive out in the fields like we used to, okay?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Luke. I shouldn’t have made light of your … your … spanking,” she finished, the word itself having an unsettling effect on her. “How can I help?”
Hillary tried her best and actually provided useful assistance at times, though for the first time, she noted just how much work there was and how hard it was to do. She had increased respect for Luke and cared a little more for him now, rather than just a hot guy whom she wanted desperately to get in her pants.
His mom confirmed that the work was done and set them free about an hour before dinner. Kate watched as they drove off in his Jeep, remembering when she wasn’t so different from Hillary.
In minutes, they were far from the house and people, with the windows open and the top off, leaving the back bed open to the sky. Remembering the feeling of freedom from years past when he’d take her out on his quad, and then...
