NOTE: This is my entry in the Literotica Summer Fun Contest. It is a story that might have aired on the TV series, "Dukes of Hazzard" but, unfortunately for admirers of male and female pulchritude, the show was discontinued. Except for the title and the names of the characters, there is no connection with the subsequent movie of the same name.
I hope you enjoy reading it and will vote accordingly.
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Daisy Duke was royally pissed off at her cousins, Bo and Luke, because of an unusually dumb thing one of them had just said about Boss Hogg's latest attempt to destroy and bankrupt their Uncle Jesse and his rather unusual family. Once again, the ruthless Hogg's efforts had failed but only through a series of lucky breaks for his intended victims.
"Do you mean to tell me," she challenged them, "You think that little pig-faced SOB is entitled to our forgiveness, after the rotten stunt he tried to pull? After all the rotten stunts he's tried to pull?"
"Now Cousin Daisy, you know what the good book says. We have to forgive our enemies, no matter what they try to do to us." She couldn't tell which one it was who was speaking, and didn't care. Except for being big, handsome hunks, they don't look much alike - one of them had rather dusky skin and dark hair while the other was blonde with very fair skin. But, since either of them was as much of a moron as the other, she didn't usually even try to figure out which one was talking.
"The Bible also says you should turn the other cheek but I'm getting tired of turning my cheeks to that fat, low-life scoundrel."
Turning cheeks is one thing Daisy is extremely good at even though her stupid cousins have never noticed it. Her gorgeous ass, encased in a pair of the skin-tight cutoff denim jeans she always wears, is one of the great scenic wonders of The South. Except for her uncle and her ignorant cousins, all the straight men in Hazzard County strain their eyes to get a look at that perfect, succulent pair of hemispheres rolling and turning inside her cutoffs when she walks down the street. If she happens to be walking toward them, that's fine too because her face and dark brown hair are almost as alluring and her big, luscious breasts are never restrained by a bra under the partially unbuttoned shirts she wears most of the time.
As usual, she got tired of trying to talk sense to her cousins and stalked out of the ramshackle farmhouse where she and her Uncle Jesse and her cousins live. The uncle was one of four brothers but the other three, each with one offspring, had all died, leaving the surviving brother -- Jesse -- responsible for raising all three of the children. He has never married and has no daughters or sons of his own and it is a virtual certainty he will never do either.
The day was a hot one in mid-August and Daisy decided to go to a great little swimming hole she knows of, high in the woods where she had never seen any other person. The isolation was perfect, especially for the way she felt that day about her hopelessly stupid cousins so she had never told anybody about the place. It took almost half an hour to walk there, through heavy brush she had to push out of the way or tromp down and leaves that covered the ground. In her frustration, she kicked them out of the way but the effort was worth it. When she finally reached the crest of a low hill, she gazed down at one of her most favorite places in the whole world.
It is a placid mountain stream that slowly wends its way south and east until merging with the Altamaha River before it flows into the ocean. Fed by springs higher up, the little stream starts out cold but has warmed up slightly by the time it reaches her spot. The rivulet, which has no name she knows of, would have been too narrow and shallow for much more than wading but a pine tree fell across its course and more branches and other debris has become lodged in its limbs to form a sort of leaky dam. As a result, the river is much wider at that point and has carved out a deeper bed and this is where Daisy likes to go and swim in solitude.
From force of habit, she looked around even though she had never seen anybody else near her little corner of Paradise. She saw nobody that day so she quickly stripped off her shirt, freeing her lovely breasts and letting them sway and bounce, even though there was nobody around to appreciate the sight. Daisy next sat on the bank and untied and removed her ankle-high boots and soft cotton socks, which she stuffed into her footwear.
After looking around again and still seeing nobody, she unfastened her belt, unbuttoned the fly of her cutoffs and pulled the tight garment around her ass and down her shapely legs. The shirt and shorts were hung on a handy tree branch, with her boots on the ground under them and her cotton panties were soon added to the other clothing. Completely nude and reveling in the feeling, the sexy young woman stretched, flexed her shoulders and started walking into the stream.
The water felt wonderful, cool but not the paralyzing cold it would have been farther upstream. She waded into the swimming hole until she felt the wickedly delicious sensation of the water lapping against her pussy. Drawing her breath sharply between her teeth, Daisy bent her knees and lowered her body until she was submerged up to her breasts and could feel the coolness turning her nipples hard. Seconds later, she sprang forward in a form of surface dive and started to swim with strong strokes of her arms and kicks of her legs.
Back at the farm, Bo and Luke Duke still felt annoyed at the way their cousin had walked away from them, as if she thought of them as being not very bright. "Cousin Bo," one of them asked the other. "What do you think of that girl-cousin acting all snooty the way she did and then just walking away?"
"I didn't like it, Cousin Luke. And I think we should follow her and tell her what we think about it."
