Mona Conrad glanced around as she stepped out of her car in the driveway. She had memories of this place, her Aunt and Uncles farm in upstate New York. She remembered coming here as a little girl, running through the huge yard, chasing the animals. It had been almost ten years since the nineteen year old had been here. Between school, activities and her parents' busy schedules as lawyers in New York City, there just never seemed to be the time.
The scholarship Mona had gotten to Cornell had granted a free ride for tuition and books, but nothing for boarding. The idea of trying to drive form New York City back and forth quickly was ruled out. It was the offer from Uncle Stan that was the godsend. They lived near Enfield, only a little over twenty minutes from the campus, and offered to let her stay with them during the school year.
Now, Mona glanced around again, trying to see if anyone was home. She had tried calling on her cell phone, but there had been no answer. She walked across the yard towards the barn, listening to the sounds of birds and wind, something she rarely heard in the city.
As she approached the barn, she heard a male voice inside cursing at something. Stepping through the open door plunged her from the afternoon sun into the darkness inside. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light change, but when they did, she couldn't help the small gasp.
The man was pushing the heavy stall door shut and latching it as she watched. His shirtless chest rippled with muscles that were from hard labor, not fake workouts in some gym. His powerful arms almost bulged as he pushed harder.
"Fucking thing" the man muttered; as he finally shoved it into place.
Mona shuddered, fuck was right she thought, that was one man who could bend her over any damn day. Then, he turned to face her, and she felt like she would pass out.
"Uncle Stan" she choked out.
"Mona?" he asked.
"Yeah...it's me" was all the young girl could mutter.
She struggled to get her hormones under control as her uncle walked closer. The scent of his sweat filling her nostrils, causing a rush of wetness in her jean shorts. God damn, she thought, this is your uncle for Christs sake.
"Damn girl, you've grown up" Stan Conrad exclaimed. He couldn't help his eyes travel down the young girls frame.
Dressed in tight jean shorts that hugged every curve of her ass, and a tank top that did very little to hide her 36D breasts, Stan could only stare for a moment.
Mona could feel her uncle almost devour her with his eyes. God damn this was getting hotter by the second.
"Uncle Stan" she whispered. "My eyes are up here."
"Yeah they are" he replied, not shifting his gaze. "But the best parts are down here."
Mona swallowed hard. She could feel her nipples stiffening under his steady gaze. Jesus, she thought, he doesn't hide anything does he. OK, I can play that game; she realized.
"If you want to see them that bad" she said softly. "Just ask."
Stan raised his eyes and stared into his niece's. "If I ask, would you show them?"
Mona curled her fingers in the edge of her tank top. She looked back steadily.
"Why don't you ask and find out>" she challenged back.
Her uncle chuckled. "Honey" he told Mona. "You take that top off, and you won't be leaving this barn for the next hour."
"What about Aunt Claire?" Mona asked.
"She can suck that pretty little pussy when I am good and done" Stan told her.
Mona shuddered as she saw his eyes. He wasn't kidding. Something was going on here that she had never seen as a child.
"Now get in the house young lady" her uncle told her. "Before I bend you over and mount you like a filly in heat."
Mona turned without a word and headed for the farmhouse. Her uncle's words ringing in her ears. Would he? God, she almost thought he would. The idea of that powerful body, pressed to hers, sent shudders through her.
Aunt Claire hugged and squeezed her when she entered the kitchen, her Uncle right behind her with her two suitcases. He lugged them upstairs to the spare room, and then came back down as Mona sat at the dinner table. As her Aunt talked about having her there for the school year, Mona watched her Uncle as he got a cold glass of water. He still hadn't put a shirt on, and her eyes were drawn to his strong pecs as his arms moved.
Finally, Stan said he had to get the animals done, and headed out of the kitchen. For the rest of the afternoon Mona settled into her new room. Setting up a study desk, and putting her clothes in the closet.
Later, supper passed without incident, and then darkness crept across the farm. Mona could hear the animals in the barn, and the crickets, sounds that sent a soothing sensation through her. After her drive, she headed for bed early, leaving her Uncle and Aunt watching television in the living room.
Mona slipped into her pajamas and gathered her toiletries, heading down the hall to the only bathroom in the old house. She passed the stairs and could hear Uncle Stan and Aunt Claire talking.
"I tell you Stan" Claire's voice drifted up the stairs. "That girl all but devoured you sitting at the table this afternoon."
She heard a soft laugh from her Uncle. "She threatened to show me her tits in the barn."
"Did she?" Aunt Claire asked. "Did you call her bluff?"
"Nah" Uncle Stan growled back. "It didn't seem the right time, besides she just got here Claire."
"To bad" Aunt Claire's voice filled Mona's ears. "Bet that girls got a hell of a rack."
Mona stuffed the small washcloth into her mouth to stifle the gasp. She couldn't believe the conversation going on down below. What the hell was going on, she wondered.
"From what I saw, she's got nice firm tits" Uncle Stan muttered. "Damn good thing she didn't, would have fucked her little cunt right there."
Mona felt like her knees were going to buckle as she continued to listen. Could this really be her Aunt and Uncle talking like this? Then she stood stunned as her Aunt spoke again.
"You would have liked that, you bull" she heard Aunt Claire say. "You'd love to shove that nine inch fuck stick right up her tight nineteen year old twat, wouldn't you."
"You'd love it too, bitch" Uncle Stan retorted. "Suck her cum off my cock like the slut you are."
