Paul Gable - Horse-loving cousins

"I think I'm going crazy," Marcie whispered, hurrying down the steps to the kitchen.

Just in time! Pulling the dishes from the cabinet, Marcie saw her uncle's pickup truck bumping down the back road toward the house, a cloud of dust swirling behind it.

"Kathy, your dad!" Marcie screamed at the top of her voice, setting the dishes down quickly. She felt so guilty. More than once she stared at her reflection in the window, wondering if there were some way her aunt and uncle could tell what she'd been doing. Was there a mark, a look that would give her away?

They came in, all smiles and small talk. Kathy was the perfect little hypocrite, acting as if nothing at all had happened. She and Marcie had agreed to keep the dog outside. God only knows what he would have been like in front of the family, with both girls sitting there, their hot little cunts only inches away from his probing snout.

Marcie sat and listened, bored to tears over talk about wheat-planting time, the weather, and the market price of various grains in Chicago versus Kansas City. It was no wonder poor Kathy had turned to dogs instead of listening to this crap all night and day! Once, she heard Pardner jumping against the kitchen door, barking wildly. Her uncle shouted at the dog. But the sound of the animal made Marcie shiver in her seat. She felt the juicy heat in her cunt soak through the sheer nylon of her crotch band again. It was so wild, so crazy having that kind of feeling toward a dog. But there it was. And Kathy, she could see, felt the same way. Would dinner never end?

"Oh, and your brother's coming home this weekend," Aunt Mary said, setting down her coffee cup and smiling at Kathy.

"Oh God, what news," Kathy answered, affecting a bored expression as she shuffled her feet against the floor.

"She and Byron get along well, Marcie. Don't believe what you hear."

Her cousin Byron! She hadn't seen him for years, not since he'd joined the Marines and been stationed in Guam. What kind of complication would his return initiate? She looked at her cousin for guidance. But all Kathy was doing was sighing heavily, rubbing her hands against her thighs, obviously wanting to get away from the kitchen. She gave Marcie a mischievous wink, pushing back from the table.

"Well, we don't fight… exactly. Anyway, I guess it'll be good seeing him. When's he coming?" Kathy asked, folding her napkin neatly and placing it to one side of the plate.

"I think the telegram said Saturday morning… around eleven or so," Aunt Mary said, wrinkling her forehead in thought. "He's got thirty days' leave or something like that. I can never get all that military business straight!"

The conversation turned quickly to Byron – about how fast he'd grown up, about how handsome he was, and about all the work he was doing now in the military. After some time, Kathy managed to sneak out with Marcie. "What's up?" Marcie whispered, carefully picking her way down the steps through the darkening night. A gentle breeze lifted Marcie's hair from her shoulders as she followed her cousin away from the house. "I've never done anything like this before, Marcie. You've gotta trust me," Kathy said, stopping ahead of her and turning around. Even in the darkness, Marcie could see her cousin's eyes glowing with excitement. A rush of heat made her flesh prickle. Something was up. She could sense that. Instinctively, she turned around, making sure her aunt and uncle were still engrossed in conversation about their son Byron and his return. No one else was out on the porch. "What are you talking about?" Marcie asked.

"Come on. Dad just got a new horse… Tundra's his name. He's talking about breeding him or something with some of the mares around here. Dad's always got something up his sleeve," Kathy said, walking carefully through the high field grass growing between the gravel drive and the barn. The two girls climbed a slight rise to the barn door. Marcie again turned around. In the near distance, she saw the glow coming from the kitchen window. No one had followed them. She stood there as Kathy unfastened the barn door and pushed it open. The creak made Marcie shiver. "Inside," Kathy whispered. Marcie felt like a conspirator. Slipping past the door, she turned and closed it, bolting it from the inside. Immediately her nose was assailed with the sour odors of rotting hay and stale piss and shit. She'd get used to it. Again and again she told herself that, as she followed Kathy past rows of empty stalls. Her feet shuffled through the loose hay, the stubble making her toes and the places between them itch terribly. More than once she shook the loose hay from between her feet and sandals.

"There used to be a lotta horses here. Most of 'em got sold off when Dad decided to get mechanized and plant more wheat," Kathy explained, switching on another overhead light as they walked to the rear of the barn.

"Oh?"

"And here's what's gonna make our fortune… at least, according to Daddy."

Kathy switched on another light and stepped away. Almost immediately Marcie heard wild snorting, combined with banging noises. She jumped, moving back a foot. Then she saw him – Tundra, a beautiful three-year-old black stallion! She had seen horses like that in the circus and in parades – beautiful, graceful beasts, their muscles rippling beneath their silky flesh. They were so handsome, so attractive to her. And now… now she was standing there in front of him, her heart beating more quickly.

"Isn't he gorgeous?" Kathy whispered, seeing her cousin's reaction.

"Yes," Marcie answered breathlessly.

"And you know that expression… hung like a horse?"

Marcie shivered. She had an idea of what things were going to lead to now. "What?"

"Come over here. You can see his cock better," Kathy said, gesturing to her with one hand.

Marcie knew she should have turned around and walked right out of the barn. There was too much temptation here. What happened between Marcie and Pardner was unplanned, an accident. At least, she could pass it off in that way in her mind. But this was something else. But she moved forward, feeling as if her heart would literally leap through her throat.

"Isn't he wonderful? Come here," Kathy said, stretching out one hand as her cousin Marcie walked to the foot of the stall. Kathy was petting the big animal, rubbing her hand up and down his sleek head. In gratitude, the horse opened his mouth and licked her across the face. Kathy pulled back her head, laughing easily while rubbing the horse along his mane. He whinnied a bit, moving his hindquarters around to one side as Marcie approached warily.

"Don't move too fast… that's it." Marcie draped her arms over the front edge of the stall, staring at the horse, her eyes traveling back over his rippling muscles to his cock. She saw Kathy's eyes round with amusement and agreement as she gasped. Yes, he was… hung! That was the word for it, hung! His cock was so big – at least eight, maybe ten inches even now, soft. And so thick! Marcie drew back, turning around and pressing her soft ass against the rough wood of the stall.

"Wouldn't you like to touch it?" Kathy asked, shrugging and giggling nervously.

"I… I don't know."

"Come on. Nobody's gonna see us. It's gonna be a real trip," Kathy said, giving Tundra another pat before taking off her red-and-blue jersey.

"Isn't it wild?"

The two girls had stripped completely, opening the stall and stepping into Tundra's private domain. He backed away, his big brown eyes rolling from one naked girl to the other. Marcie felt so foolish. Kathy had conned her into another one of her wild exploits – this one more weird than the one with the dog.

"I guess so," Marcie said nervously.

"Oh, don't be such a prude! Come on, let's pet him." Kathy was moving alongside the big beast, rubbing her hands along his sides.