I walk out to the barn, my unshaven legs attract carpet beetles out in the musky tall-grass. A lady bug lands on my face, I smash it relentlessly until that sweet stank begins to fill my nose.
I smell his scent. The cat piss body odor, rust, onion-ish flavoring in the air. My cooter begins to pulsate with anticipation. I'm ready for his big red tractor, ready for a plowing.
I slide the barn door open, he lays on his side in the hay stack, wearing his birthday suit. I wear a cheetah patterned bra and panties. He whistles at me as I slide the door closed.
He really is the best cousin I've ever had. The best husband, my best friend.
I drop my ripped undies and model strut towards his direction. His throbbing manliness grows an inch, making it 2 inches total. I start whistling country and put on a little show, scootin' round and slowly taking my bra off.
"Well damn baby, makin' my caowk, realll hard now ain't'cha'?" He said. He stroked his pecker.
I let out a chuckle-huck, and nod. "Yeeup."
I get ready for what is to come. Him, he is going to come. Not me, he never pleases me.
