Out here, family's what it's all about.
My name's Ellie Rose, and I come from a farming family. Farming blood runs through our veins. My family's got near five thousand acres. Three quarters of that is prime farming land, and we've kept the Rose Farm going strong and proud for generations. Have since way back, when Daddy's great granddaddy built our house with his own bare hands, to hear Daddy tell it.
We live a simple life, but Daddy always says, a simple life don't come easy, and boy, he ain't joking. Farming ain't for a girl with her heads in the clouds, there's too much to be done and not enough day to do it all in.
We work hard, but round here, we play even harder. Especially at family reunions!
Daddy's one of five siblings, and Momma, well she comes from an even bigger family. We're spread out all over this great country, but when we get together there's near a hundred of us. That's counting all the aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, all the cousins and brothers and sisters. Plus there's the old-timers and the brand new babies. I swear, every time my family gets together, they shut down the whole of Main Street!
Just this summer past, we had the biggest reunion I can remember in the two decades I've been on this earth.
I bet there was almost two hundred people at that party. It's usually half that size, but my great grand momma on my momma's side turned one hundred years old this year, can you believe that? They had the newspeople down to the house and everything, it was just crazy, all my aunts pushing and shoving, trying to get on the evening news.
The mayor and the governor came down too, maybe for the cameras, but my Aunt Sara swears it was all on account of her famous beef ribs.
For supper we had those famous ribs with all the fixings. There were rows and rows of picnic tables all lined up, and you sat where you pleased. We had a stage with a band, and a dance floor too. I ate til I damn near burst my shorts! I danced with daddy and momma, and with a couple uncles who like to get handsy during the slow songs. There was a full bar, most of the men just passed time there, til it was time to fist fight each other.
Like every reunion, there were new additions to the family I hadn't met yet, the cutest little babies. Lord, I must've counted twelve! I couldn't wait to have a couple babies of my own, a boy and a girl would suit me just fine. One on each hip, please!
But good luck finding a nice boy round here, or the time to get to know him. I hardly ever went to town, unless it was with Daddy, and I'd finished all my schooling right here, courtesy of Momma.
Course, we had farm hands during harvest, but Lord, if they had a full set of teeth between the lot of them! Their bunkhouse is out by the barns, and one time last harvest, I wandered over to that bunkhouse and let one the cuter ones put a finger in me. But Daddy'd found out, and him and my big Uncle Warren put the fear in them farm hands. After that, they wouldn't so much as look at me, even if I'd walked past them with my coochie out.
Anyway, round about sundown, I ended up wandering into one of our big red barns. There were little cousins and a couple of my nephews all around chasing the geese and the chickens. I cussed out my nephews, they ought've known better, and told the rest to shoo, on account of we keep some dangerous farming equipment in there.
That's when I smelled cigarettes and heard laughing. It was coming from up in the loft. I figured it was a couple drunk uncles smoking up the place, and the last thing we needed on my great grand mommas birthday was a barn fire.
So I climbed on up. There were two people laying in some old canvas tarps, giggling away like school kids. I couldn't quite see what they were up to, but when I got close I could see plain it was my cousins Cheryl and Will.
Cheryl's my second cousin I think, my Great Uncle Jimmy's youngest daughter. We're the same age, but she's already been with three boys, if you can believe that! And Lord, is she beautiful. I'd like to check the eyes of the boy who says she isn't. She got long brown hair, and pretty green eyes. Everyone loves Cheryl. I got blonde hair like Momma and her brown eyes too.
Will I didn't know that well, cause his momma married in after daddy's brother Daryl got the D-I-V-O-R-C-E last year. His momma seemed real nice though, Hannah. I'd met her at supper. Will was cute enough, and a year older than us, but he stuck out like a sore thumb, with his city haircut and his city shoes. Someone gave that boy a cowboy hat, and it was too damn big for his city head.
I walked right up to them and put my hands on my hips. "Cheryl Rose," I said, "just what the hell are you doing up here?"
I surprised the heck out of them let me tell you. But they surprised me right back. Cheryl's shirt was open, and when she sat up, her big tits were bouncing. I ain't ashamed to admit, I always was jealous of Cheryl's tits, on account of them being so much bigger than mine.
"Ellie!" She said, like she hadn't seen me in ten years. "What the fuck, you scared the shit out of me!" Then I saw Will's jeans were pulled down, and his big pecker was out.
"Will." I said, as courteous as I could muster. He cleared his throat, on account of being embarrassed, which he damn well should have been.
