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"I still can't believe it!" Aunt Helen said

breathlessly, her. hands over her pretty face. "Cindy and David?" she gasped. "It's impossible! Impossible! It just can't be, Bill! They're only children!"

"Don't be silly, Helen! David's a young man of nineteen! And Cindy, well, she didn't really do anything much… nothin' that could hurt her anyway. Watchin' the cattle do it must of made them horny, or at least it must' made David horny. I think Cindy was just curious. You know how kids that age are," Uncle Bill said, rubbing his head thoughtfully. "Come to think of it, I'm not so sun that's so unnatural! Maybe we don't really have anything to be so outraged about, Helen!"

"What on earth do you mean, Bill Mitchell?" Helen said, her pretty mouth open ii total amazement at her husband's shocking pronouncement.

"I mean maybe it's just natural Don't you remember how we used to get excited watchin' the animals. When we were kids, I mean. You told me about the times you and Winterson screwed like hell in the grass after you watched the cattle. And I have to admit I did more than my share of the same on my father's farm…" Bill said.

"How you talk!" Helen said, interrupting her husband's reverie. "This is different, Bill! David and Cindy are brother and sister! Surely you don't think it's perfectly natural for a brother and a sister to do things like that to each other!" Helen said righteously.

"Oh, I don't know, Helen… kids out in the

country. You kind of expect things like this to happen once in a we…" Bill said, almost to himself. "And there's the other thing…" Bill said, his voice trailing off as if he were afraid to say what was on his mind.

"Other thing? What are you talking about, Bill?" Helen said, moving close to her husband, sitting with him on the bed in front of the window.

"Oh, nothing, nothing really…" Bill said in a peculiarly vacant tone.

"Now let's not have any of that, Bill! We tell each other everything, don't we?" Helen said, putting her warm and loving hand over her husband's reassuringly. "There's been something bothering you 11 day, something to do with Randy and Sherry and that Lisa girl. I've noticed the way you look at them. It's as if you know something and you're afraid to look any of them in the eye. Now tell me what's the matter!" she said warmly, waxing Bill's secret out of him in her calm way.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Helen," Bill said, looking down between his legs and seeming a bit embarrassed.

"Do you have a hard-on there, Bill?" Helen asked, looking down at her husband's swelling crotch.

Bill tried to cover his growing cock with his work-roughened hands, but his loving wife would have none of it She moved his heavy hands away and replaced them with her own. Bill felt the warmth of those soft hands spreading over his crotch, radiating through his pants and getting inside his nuts like nothing else could. She was

every thing in the world to him, everything from a partner in the farm to honey-fucking lover in his bed. How could he tell her the wild things he knew about his brother John's son and daughter? He knew that Helen was fairly open-minded about sex and most other things, even though she somehow found it necessary to put on a show of outrage from time to time, perhaps an echo of her strict upbringing. But the things he wanted to tell her were enough to make even the most free-thinking woman raise her eyebrows. And yet he had to tell her, and he knew that he would tell her eventually, especially if she continued to stimulate his cock so powerfully with those soft warm hands of hers. With those warm hands she could coax secrets out of the Sphinx.

"That's such a nice hard-on you're getting there, Bill darling! It's a shame to let it go to waste! We haven't fucked in three days, dear. Would you care for a little roil in the hay? You can tell all about that "other thing" while we're fucking," Helen smiled seductively, knowing that she could be quite the devil when she wanted to be.

Helen was three years younger than Bill's thirty-nine years, although she had managed with little real effort to keep herself looking much younger. She hid the youthful good looks of a woman who living a natural and healthy life in the country without worrying too much about the day-to-day tribulations of life. She had lived on a farm all her life and had drawn from the life the strength and vitality that only hard work could produce. All five children and the rigors of

raising them hadn't dulled her natural radiance. She was at her best at thirty-six and she knew it.

"Would you like to take my dress off, Bill?" she smiled sweetly, her fingers still kneading the wad of flesh between her husband's strong legs.

Bill thought she was taking an unfair advantage, prying his secret out of him this way. But there was no stopping her.

Bill let his big hands glide over his wife's swelling tits, feeling her warm breasts through the starched material of her house dress. Helen dressed much as her mother had, simply but well. Sometimes Bill wished that she would dress more sexily to show off her considerable feminine charms to better advantage. But Helen was a strong-willed woman likely to dress any way she wished, and when Bill was as horny as he was now he didn't really care what she wore, as long as he could remove it quickly enough.

With that thought in mind, Bill's hands flew to the back of Helen's dress and began unbuttoning her as he had so many times in the past. He never tired of seeing her lightly tanned back come into view as he opened her simple printed dress, never tired of the touch of her delicate skin against his fingertips as he stroked her from her neck all the way down her back. He caught the light scent of the perfume she wore and the fresh fragrance of her warm body. By the time he had opened her dress and helped her out of it his cock was like a rock and begging to be released from his pants.

"Do I still excite you, darling husband?" Helen smiled as she felt her husband's heavy hands

working at her bra clasp more sensitively than one would have expected from a man as big and rough-looking as Bill.

"You excite me, Helen. You'll always excite me," Bill said quietly as he removed her bra and exposed her full womanly tits. "Let me suck your tits for a while," he said, planting delicate kisses all over her milky-pink breasts, inhaling her fragrance deep into his lungs.

"Let me see your cock?" she asked cutely.

"Any time, lady," he smiled at her, squeezing her resilient lit-flesh with one hand and stroking her slightly curved belly with the other.

Helen unbuttoned Bill's shirt and exposed his hairy chest, rubbing her warm fingers over his heavy muscles, feeling him breathing heavily. She helped him shrug his shirt off and let her fingers travel down over his hard and hairy stomach into the dense growth of hair that disappeared below his belt. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, reaching. inside and wrapping her loving fingers around the cock-shaft that she had learned to love so well.

"Let me help you off with your panties," Bill breathed softly as she unsnapped his pants and pushed them dawn around his muscular loins.

When he stood up with his lovely wife his pants fell down and he stepped out of them, taking but a moment. Helen stood quietly while he fell to his knees before her and stroked the soft but firm flesh of her lower belly. He sneaked his rough fingers inside the waist of her black panties and roiled them

down over her milky thighs, exposing by the second more and more of the flesh – he loved' so well.

As her panties fell around her feet he stared hungrily at the dark patch of cuntal hair that nestled like a warm furry animal between her legs. He sniffed around in her hair for a while, thrilling to her musky womanly fragrance. She raised first one leg and then the other while he sniffed in her pussy-nest, letting him remove her shoes for her. When she was completely naked she sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for her husband's hard cock.