Well, it's like this, My name's Billy. I live in the bottoms of north Louisianny in the swamps and backwoods. Some folks say I'm a tad slow in the mind. Well, that's ok cause I don't have much need for learnin', but I'm smart where it counts.
I'm 25 years old and I live here in the woods with my brother Greg and our Paw. We're hard livin'and hard drinkin' men who like a good chaw of tobaccer now and again. Greg's 22 and Paw's 50, but he looks to be about 80. We don't take baths much and we dont feel the need for tooth brushin' cause we don't have that many left. Paw ain't got non at all.
Well, this ain't so much about us as it is our cousin. Well, actually our cousin's wife. Ya see Cousin Jim and his family lives in town, about 25 miles away from here. Let's see, there's cousin Jim, them two boys of his, they're about mine and Greg's age there bouts, college boys the are. And there's Cousin Jim's wife. Her names Nita. Nita's bout purty as they come. Whew, she's fine.
Paw's always talked about wantin' her in the hay for a tussel. I gotta say I thought about it plenty of times myself. That gal's about 5'7" tall, light brown hair and a figure like you just wouldn't beleive. I personally like her long, smooth, tanned legs.
Purty lil' face too, face like an angel. She's about 45 but looks like 25. Well, she could pass for her boy's sister. Yes sir, she could.
Well, back in the spring, Cousin Jim had to go outa town on a trip to Texas. Well, bout a week earlier he had said that he'd pay me and Greg to come and do some work around the house, fixin' stuff and such.
When we got there, Nita answered the door. She was wearin a white t-shirt, shorts and barefoot. Made me hard as a pipe just lookin' at her. She gave us our chore list an we went to work.
At one time she was on a small step ladder fixin' a shelf. She's afraid of hights and asked me to steady the little ladder. I couldn' resist. I had one hand on the ladder and the other hand was on the back of her thigh. Here I was actin' like I was helpin' steady her and I was just feeling her leg. It was better than I ever dreamed, soft smooth skin with good muscle tone for firmness. I could also see up her shorts to where her thigh curved into her ass cheek. My dick was hard and my breathin' was also.
Once we got done, Nita paid us for our work and we were gettin' ready to load up.
"That'll be just about enough for some groceries," Greg said with a smile.
"Don't you have any food in the house?" She asked.
"Not that much," I said.
She told us to wait where we were and that she was going change cloths, ride with us to the grocery store and then to our house to fix us dinner. When Nita came out of the house she was a wearin' jeans, a blue blouse with sandals.
We all piled into my truck, Me drivin', Nita in the middle and Greg on the passengers side. Every time I had to shift, my hand rubbed up against her knee. We went to the store where she bought us groceries and then headed for home.
Gettin' to our place ain't easy. For about a mile or so, after you turn off the highway, you're on good dirt road. From there we cut through a clearin' through the woods where there ain't no road. Then you have to cross Boggy Bayou which is nothin' more than a swamp full of snakes and gators. From there it's just another half hour to our place.
Once arrivin', We unloaded the groceries Nita started cookin' dinner. We had to wake Paw up. He was passed out, drunk, in his room. He came out in a dirty t-shirt and his underwear, scratchin' his head with one hand and his balls with the other. He took one look a Nita and gave a big toothless grin and said, "What's she doin' here?"
"Cookin," Greg said.
When we all had our bite to eat, Nita asked who would be takin' her home. We all looked at each other.
"Won't be no goin' back to town this evenin' gal," Paw said. "To dangerous crossin the bayou tonight. You'll have to stay til mornin'." We gave Nita an old t-shirt for her to sleep in and I gave her my room. Then we all bedded down for the night.
I was havin a hard time a sleepin' out on the porch. It was hot and the skeeters was about to carry me off. Also I couldn't get my mind off who's sleepin in there in my bed. I was jackin' myself off thinkin' about that and rememberin' the smoothness of her thigh when I was a feelin' of her today. Finally enough was enough. I was so horny I was about to bust and after all that's my room anyhow.
I crept through the house to my closed door. Slowly I opened it and I could make out her form, sleepin on top of the covers on her back.
I stripped down to my drawars and moved onto the bed. I moved over right next to her and wrapped my leg around her, pressing my hard cock against her. Her face was so purty as she slept.
I reached under her shirt and ran my hand slowly up her flat tummy til I reached her bra coverd titty. I cupped her titty in my hand and begain caressin' it. That's when she woke up. She screamed and started to bolt outa bed and I slid myself on top of her, holdin' her down.
The scream woke Greg up because he came runnin' into the room. When he saw me on top of Nita, he grinned real big and said,"Can I do her too?"
