"Wow! Look at the size of that thing!" Heidi whispered.
"Heidi, we shouldn't be doing this!" snapped Hillary, but she didn't stop looking at her cousin Michael through the shower vent.
"I'm so glad that pa gave him the cabin instead of a room at the house," Heidi grinned. "This outdoor shower is easy to peak in on!" Hillary fought hard not to laugh.
"You know, pa probably gave him the cabin to keep him away from us. Nephew or not, pa doesn't trust a city slicker with his little angels."
The smile Heidi gave her sister was anything but angelic. Hillary shook her head. Neither of the two sisters were the angels their father wished, but Hillary liked the fact that he thought they were. It rankled with Heidi. She liked to do things to attack what she considered his backward thinking.
Just last month she got caught kissing Tommy Wilson in public. It was actually a bit more than that, but the sheriff, knowing how protective pa was, only mentioned the kissing. Hillary thought that pa was going to pop a gasket. He made them both sit through a lecture with the pastor. Hillary still hadn't forgiven her sister for that!
"Look! Look!" Heidi whispered with wide eyes. "He's washing it now!"
"This is so wrong," Hillary sighed, but still couldn't bring herself to look away from her cousin who was using a washcloth on his privates.
It was a chilly morning, but that didn't seem to bother Michael much. The steam from the hot water rose quickly into the summer sky and didn't really block the sisters' view.
"He certainly wants to make sure it's clean!" Heidi joked. "I think it's getting bigger!"
Michael was their mother's sister's son. He was also a hunk! The girls always talked about how good looking he was after the family get together, but those gatherings happened far and few between since the family was spread out all over the country.
"I hope pa lets him stay a while," Hillary said, not realizing she spoke aloud.
"You are such a pervert!" Heidi said with a grin. It was a line Hillary normally used on her.
"I didn't mean it that way!" Hillary cried. She was a little loud.
"Shh!" Heidi snapped with her finger to her lips. "Do you want him to hear us?"
"Sorry," Hillary whispered. She was blushing. Heidi gave her sister one more nasty look before turning back toward the shower vent. Her eyes bulged when she did.
"He's not using the washcloth anymore!" she said. Hillary looked back to the vent and saw their cousin Michael stroking himself. There was no way anyone could say he was still just washing.
"He's even bigger than Herb!" Hillary said in awe. "I didn't know that city folk came that big!"
"Makes you want to get a taste of the city life, doesn't it?" Heidi grinned.
"Heidi! He's our cousin for Pete sake!" Hillary snapped. "You wouldn't dare!" Heidi just smiled wider. Hillary groaned and added, "You are going straight to hell!"
"Oh, relax!" Heidi giggled. "I'm just kidding."
The girls spent the next few minutes in silence, watching their cousin Michael work himself to an orgasm. It was quite a sight! He took his time about it, but eventually he stiffened, let out a single moan and came. The girls looked at each other afterward and smiled.
"I'm as horny as a..." Heidi began, but Hillary cut her off quickly. She was also feeling rather frisky and didn't want to think about it.
"Let's get back to our chores before pa comes looking for us," Hillary interjected. Heidi frowned, but nodded in agreement.
They went back to the barn. Hillary fed the chickens while Heidi milked old Tina. Tina was getting on in years, but their mother swore that the cow's milk was still the best this side of the Mississippi. It would always make the girls roll their eyes.
They finished their morning chores and went back to the house for breakfast. Pa was already at the head of the table while ma was just finishing up at the stove. The girls sat down and joined their parents. A few minutes later Michael walked in and sat in the free chair.
The girls exchanged a look and smiled. They'd never be able to look at their city slicker cousin again without thinking about his big equipment. Seeing a man do what he did in the shower also made it hard for them to look at him with a straight face.
"What?" Michael asked in annoyance, catching their look. His dark hair was a messy thatch on his head. He was cleaned shaved, but wore an earring in his left ear and one small loop on his right eyebrow. He wasn't wearing clothes that really fit in at a farm, but Hillary doubted he owned any. She never saw him in anything other than dark, depressing colors.
"Don't mind them," their mother said. "They do stuff like that all the time. I think it comes from being twins."
"Do you even own a pair of blue jeans?" Hillary asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"And what's with the jewelry! Are you gay?" Heidi quickly added.
"Heidi!" their mother snapped in mortification. Their father tilted his head and looked at Michael, as if waiting for an answer.
"I'm not hungry," Michael said, pulling back from the table with his plate untouched.
"Where are you going?" their father asked.
"Out," was all Michael would say as he turned and left without another word. The girls' father and mother exchanged looks.
"I think you two taking him in is just what he needs," Heidi said into the silence. Their mother looked at her with thanks in her eyes. It was obviously an issue between their mother and father.
"Beth says that he's a good boy at heart, but ever since his father left two years ago Michael has been getting into trouble. She thought a summer away from the city might help him," she said.
"I'm surprised he agreed to come," Hillary said. "I mean it's not like he's a kid or anything. He's going to college next year."
"He didn't agree," their father's deep voice grumbled. "At least not at first. Your aunt told him it was spend the summer here or pay for his own college." They fell silent as the girls digested this news.
"I wonder what being raised in a city is really like?" Heidi mused.
"Dangerous," their father offered.
"It's not that bad!" their mother snapped. "Beth says that they live in a nice area and from the way she talks about it, I believe her."
"But then where did Michael get that scar on his shoulder?" Hillary asked and then fought back a blush.
"And when did you see his bare shoulder?" her father growled.
"Yesterday," Heidi answered for her sister. "Michael had his shirt off. I guess he was trying to tan. You know these crazy city folk." Hillary held her breath. Michael was not the type to expose his skin to the sun. He was the palest person either sister had ever met.
"City slickers," their father said dismissively. Both girls held back a sigh of relief. Their mother was looking at them oddly, but she remained silent.
"I wonder where he did get that scar," Heidi put in. "It doesn't look like a knife wound, but what do I know?"
"Heidi!" their mother snapped. "It is nothing of the sort."
