Elizabeth pulled a pile of multi-colored cloth from the cedar chest and
turned, dropping the pile on the bed. Dory put out a quick hand to 
steady it.
   "There, you should find a blanket you like in that pile," Elizabeth said 
as she sat on the bed. The pile bounced, dangerously close to falling. 
Dory leaped forward and slapped a hand down on the pile of blankets 
again.
   "Sure, I don't need much, it's really not that cold. Thanks for your 
help."
   "No problem, mom said to help or she'd skin me alive. Ooops," Elizabeth 
said giggling, covering her mouth with a slender little hand. "I wasn't 
supposed to say that."
   "I understand," Dory said with a quick smile. "I'm kind of scared 
too. This is really strange to me, I've never been out of Cincinnati 
before, much less seen a farm. Does it always smell like this?"
   "Sure, I guess. You get used to it."
   "I'll try. Why does your brother always stare at me, Elizabeth?"
   "Billy has never seen a grown up girl with tits like yours," Elizabeth
nodded at Dory's chest as she bounced on the mattress. "They're kind 
of nice," Elizabeth finally admitted. She looked down at her own nearly flat 
chest with a frown. "I don't know how you get them to grow, mine sure 
won't."
   "You've spent your whole life on a farm, you grow muscles, not tits. 
Tit's come from fat."
   "Really? So if I was fat I'd have tits?"
   "Probably," Dory said uncomfortably. Although she was the same age 
as her cousin, she felt like she was light-years ahead of Elizabeth in most 
areas. "Where is everybody anyway? Shouldn't we be working or
something?"
   "Naw, not today. I'm supposed to show you around. Dad's working the 
Regan place, that's a place about ten miles away that we bought from old 
man Regan. Mom went to a cattle auction to look at calves, neither of 
them will be back until midnight. My pervert brother is probably down at 
the calf pen getting sucked off again," Elizabeth said enviously.
   "What?" Dory said in surprised horror.
   "Getting sucked off. You know..."
   "Yes, I know what it means, but who's doing it?"
   "The calves," Elizabeth said in surprise.
   "You've got to be kidding," Dory said in disbelief.
   "No, he's always down there. Do you want to see?"
   "No!" Dory said, turning deep red. "Do you really watch him?" she 
finally asked tentatively.
   "When I'm bored. It's kind of exciting, in a way. Come on, we can 
watch through the haymow and he'll never know," Elizabeth leaped to her feet 
and grabbed Dory's hand. She dragged Dory downstairs at breakneck
speeds, then out across the yard to the front of the barn. They entered 
the haymow through a small trap door above the milking parlor. In a 
moment they were sneaking across the nearly empty haymow to the small 
square door leading to the calf pen. Elizabeth placed a finger on her lips 
and gently pulled the string that opened the door. She slipped the loop 
over a nail and laid down to look through the door. Elizabeth noticed 
Dory's absence and turned, beckoning her forward.
   "See, down there," Elizabeth pointed to the far side of the barn.
   "You can't see anything at all," Dory said in disappointment. "All 
you can see is his back, it looks like he's taking a piss or something."
   "He's not, he's getting sucked off again. Sometimes I wish that girls 
were built the same way as boys, so we could get sucked off too," Elizabeth 
said turning toward Dory. She suddenly realized that Dory's face was 
two inches from her own. She looked at the soft, red, lips and leaned 
forward to kiss them impulsively.
   "Hey, what'd you do that for?" Dory restrained the impulse to wipe 
her lips on the back of her hand.
   "I don't know, you just looked so sweet. Sorry."
   "That's all right, Mom used to kiss me all the time. I kind of miss 
it."
   "I'm sorry about your Mom, I wanted to tell you at the funeral, but 
there were so many people around I couldn't talk to you."
   "I didn't want to talk to anybody anyway, but they wouldn't leave me 
alone," Dory said resentfully.
   "You want to talk now?" Elizabeth's voice was so sympathetic that Dory 
felt like crying.
   "No."
   "Ok. Can I kiss you again?"
   "Ok, I guess. But not a deep one, I can't stand deep kisses."
   "Fine, I don't know what they are anyway," Elizabeth whispered as she
moved her mouth closer to Dory's while looking into her soft, brown 
eyes. Dory finally closed her eyes and let her lips touch her
cousin's. At first it was a delicate touch. In a moment it grew more
urgent. Dory felt an arm go around her body. She rolled over on her 
back and allowed Elizabeth to lay atop her. As the kiss grew more prolonged 
and more passionate, Dory felt Elizabeth's tongue explore her mouth. She 
didn't mind any more, she opened her mouth and fenced with her tongue. 
She sucked Elizabeth's tongue into her mouth and giggled at the desperate 
choking sound coming from Elizabeth. 
   "What are you trying to do, rip my tongue out?" Elizabeth complained 
loudly. She suddenly remembered her brother in the calf barn. With a 
hiss she leaned gently forward and looked through the small door. Billy 
was gone. She pulled the loop from the nail and lowered the door.
   "I'm hot," Elizabeth finally confessed.
   "Me too," Dory said with a soft smile. "I fantasied about taking a 
roll in the hay, but never with a girl, especially my own cousin."
   "A roll in the hay?"
   "Never mind, it's an old joke."
   "Dory, can you do me one more favor?"
   "What?" Dory asked suspiciously.
   "Well I know we'll be roommates for the next couple of years, but I'd 
really like to see your tits up close, while we have a chance. I've 
never seen a pair of soft, firm tits like yours before in my life."
   "You want me to take my blouse off and show you my tits? Dory asked 
incredulously.
   "Yeah. Do you mind?" Elizabeth's face was so innocent that Dory knew 
she couldn't be faking such naivety.
   "Well ok, but just a couple of buttons. I'm not laying up here with 
my chest hanging out if your brother comes up," Dory said as she began 
to unbutton the top buttons of her blouse.
   "He won't be up. He does the same thing every day, he reads his 
smutty books, heads for the calf barn, then takes a shower and goes to 
sleep for a couple of hours. Except today he didn't read his smutty 
books, probably because he was fantasizing about you," Elizabeth said with a
giggle.
   "There, that's it," Dory said as she pulled open the top of her 
blouse to reveal her ample breasts.
   "Are you wearing a bra?" Elizabeth asked as her slender hand shot out and 
began to fondle Dory's left breast.
   "Sort of it's the kind that lifts... ouh," Dory said with a soft 
sigh.
   "Does that feel good?" Elizabeth asked excitedly. She rubbed her finger 
over the nipple again and watched Dory's mature, sweet face twist in 
pleasure.
   "Yeah, real good," Dory sighed with her eyes closed.
   "Maybe I can be the calf," Elizabeth said in a playful voice. Before 
Dory could open her eyes to see what Elizabeth meant, she felt a pair of 
warm lips on her nipple. Elizabeth sucked and tongued the nipple to 
incredible hardness. She felt the remaining buttons being undone as 
Elizabeth's lips moved to the other nipple and nursed on that one as well. 
Dory moaned and arched on the hay, mumbling meaningless 
encouragements. Elizabeth threw open her blouse and massaged her stomach as 
she suckled her breast.
   Within a few more minutes Dory was lost in her own world. With her 
eyes closed she didn't know who was sucking on her nipple, or care. She 
snaked her hand down to her plaid skirt and pulled it up in a series of 
quick jerks. She slipped her finger inside the seam of her panties and 
began rubbing her little button. Elizabeth had started a fire in her loins 
that had to be put out.
   Elizabeth stopped and looked at Dory in surprise. She watched the 
intense expression on Dory's face, then slid down to watch her
bringing herself to orgasm. Elizabeth sniffed as she noticed the
aroma of Dory's pussy filling the air. Elizabeth leaned forward, sniffing 
experimentally and taking a closer look. She was fascinated. It was 
incredible, watching Dory's finger probing the tiny little envelope at
the center of her pussy. Elizabeth impulsively took the slender hand, pulled 
it to her mouth, and sucked the finger which had been bringing Dory to 
the brink of orgasm. Dory cried an objection. Elizabeth was shaking so 
hard she thought her bones would rattle. She had never been so excited 
and so scared in her life. Her own little pussy was burning. She was so 
horny that she would have done anything.
   "I'm going to lick you," Elizabeth said in finality. Dory's head jerked 
up at the sound of the tiny voice, it brought her back to reality. She 
watched as Elizabeth moved around between her legs and lowered her little 
face within inches of her pussy. Dory wanted to cry out an objection, 
but she was so hot she needed relief. She watched over the folds of her 
plaid skirt as the face drew closer. Afraid that Elizabeth would back out at 
the last second, she held her breath. As if watching in a dream, she saw 
Elizabeth move out of sight beneath her skirt. Elizabeth snuggled up between 
Dory's open thighs, then extend her tongue and move closer.
   The first exciting contact made Dory suppress a scream. Elizabeth's 
surprised eyes went to her face, then she realized it was a scream of 
pleasure, not pain. She licked the pussy liberally, from the very bottom 
to the little v on top. Dory gasped and rolled on the hay in a
pleasing manner. Elizabeth's moist lips sampled Dory's flavor for a 
moment, then she began licking vigorously. She burrowed her little face 
into Dory's crotch and began sucking and licking the clit. Noticing 
that Dory made too much noise when she did that, she moved her
puckered lips to Dory's vulva, sucked and slid her tongue up inside
her. She felt Dory's pussy clenching around her tongue and it reminded 
her of Dory sucking her tongue into her mouth. Methodically, Elizabeth 
began tongue fucking Dory, sliding her tongue in and out of the
withering girl as fast as she could. When her mouth and tongue grew 
tired she switched and began licking Dory's pussy from the hole at the
bottom to the little v at the top. She tried to lick fast, like a dog 
drinking water. She couldn't make her tongue move that fast, but it must 
have been fast enough. Dory was panting and groaning on the hay,
rolling around and humping her pussy against her face, all at the same 
time.
   Everything she did seemed to make Dory scream, so she decided to 
get it over quickly. Holding the crotch of the panties to one side, 
Elizabeth spread the pussy as well and began torturing the clit. She pressed
her tongue against the little button and pressed back and forth where it 
hid in the fleshy little envelope. 
   Dory arched her back. She was emitting a series of grunting sighs 
now. Her desperate hands flew down and grabbed the back of Elizabeth's head, 
pulling her face tightly into her crotch. Elizabeth had no choice but to 
press her lips around the clit and suck hard. She managed to get in a 
few licks occasionally, but Dory was humping her face so hard that she 
doubted if the beautiful girl even felt it. Dory was in a world of her 
own. The pants grew louder and louder until Dory let out a 
high-pitched scream and shot up off the hay. She mashed Elizabeth's face 
into her crotch as wave after wave struck her. One convulsion after 
another ripped through her loins to be met by Elizabeth's sweet little 
sucking lips. 
   The orgasm seemed to go on forever. After a long time Dory relaxed 
on the hay and pushed Elizabeth's persistent face out of her crotch.
   "No more, sweetie, I can't stand it."
   "Why?" Elizabeth asked in disappointment. "I wish I could stay down there 
all day."
   "If you don't know why, then you've never had an orgasm," Dory said 
as her body returned to normal.
   "No, I've never had sex," Elizabeth slowly admitted.
   "You're kidding," Dory shot up off the hay and looked at her
cousin."
   "No," Elizabeth said simply, slightly ashamed of such an admission.
   "Well get those jeans off and spread those little legs cousin,
because anybody who can do me like that, deserves an orgasm."
   "Really?" Elizabeth asked excitedly. She never believed that Dory would 
ever do it to her.
   "Really," Dory said with a gusty sigh.
   Elizabeth began fumbling with the metal button with nervous fingers. 
Dory suddenly pulled her hands away and slipped the button, then
yanked the zipper down by ripping the top wide. Elizabeth leaned far back on 
her shoulders so her cousin could pull the jeans off. She was left in 
her white cotton panties and her blue men's shirt.
   "Those too," Dory commanded, pointing at the panties.
   "But the hay pokes me," Elizabeth complained.
   "Here, sit on this," Dory folded the jeans and handed them to
Elizabeth. Elizabeth lifted her little ass and slid the jeans under it. While it 
was lifted Dory yanked down the cotton panties to reveal a little
girl's pussy.
   "Oh, how cute," Dory said in admiration.
   "Thanks," Elizabeth said in embarrassment. "It hasn't grown much either."
   "It's absolutely perfect, just the way it is. Men... and women, would 
go crazy over a pussy like that. It looks absolutely delicious."
   Elizabeth turned red in embarrassment. She couldn't believe that she was 
laying in her haymow, discussing her pussy with her 18 year old cousin.
   "Undue that too," Dory suddenly pointed at the shirt. With clumsy, 
shaking fingers, Elizabeth slowly complied. She slowly pulled open her shirt 
for Dory to admire her chest. It was also a little girl's chest.
   "You're just a late bloomer, Elizabeth. There's nothing to feel inferior 
about. In a couple more years you will be as big as me."
   "Are you sure?"
   "Of course I'm sure. See how your nipples look puffy and swollen?"
   "Yeah?"
   "That means they still have some growing to do. You have the body of 
a fourteen year old, that's all. And now, I'm going to taste that little 
body," Dory said as she leaned forward. She shook her hair back out of 
her face as she laid down between Elizabeth's slender little legs.
   "This is kinky," Dory said as she settled into place.
   "What?"
   "I feel like I'm eating my little sister."
   "I'll be anything you want, as long as you stop the burning down 
there," Elizabeth said shyly.
   Dory gently kissed her inner thigh and Elizabeth arched her back, 
clenching her fists in the hay. Dory smiled and positioned her lips 
above the little pussy. She smelled the fragrant, little-girl aroma 
coming from Elizabeth's crotch and envied her immediately. With no further 
delays Dory sealed her mouth over the nearly hairless pussy. She
worked her mouth from side to side, slightly rotating her head as she 
french-kissed the sweet little mound. Her busy tongue probed the very 
moist folds of flesh, lapping and tasting inside Elizabeth's tiny lips. 
Elizabeth's juices virtually exploded into her mouth. Dory was busy 
drinking the nectar until it slowly ran out.
   Elizabeth was immediately shocked by all the strong, almost painful 
feelings striking her through her pussy. It took her a moment to get 
over her shyness and apprehension. Once she realized that her pussy was 
acceptable to Dory, and that Dory was truly enjoying her taste,
Elizabeth relaxed and let the fire consume her loins. It was hard at first 
to deal with the feeling that she had to pee, but eventually she
realized that it was a separate feeling, similar, but much more intense. 
She knew if she peed in Dory's mouth she would quit licking her, and 
that was the very last thing on Earth she wanted. She wrapped her little 
legs tightly around Dory's head and pulled her tightly into her
crotch, while humping her sex against Dory's mouth. It took only a 
moment to go from the first burning passion, to a full blown orgasm.
   Elizabeth sat up so she could see Dory eating her. As she gasped and 
moaned, she petted Dory's sweaty hair and urged her on with 
meaningless babble. As the orgasm broke Elizabeth clenched Dory's face 
between her little hands and let her head fall back as she screamed at 
the old, web-covered wooden timbers. She panted and humped her sex 
against Dory's mouth, then let go and fell back on the hay, rolling 
from side to side. As the orgasm died she shot up and pushed Dory's 
juice-covered face away.
   Dory smiled and licked her lips. She slowly raised up to her knees 
and watched Elizabeth's content face slowly go through a hundred changes. 
She was waiting for the last change, the look of guilt and revulsion. 
But it wasn't there. Elizabeth rolled over and giggled.
   "You have slime on your face," Elizabeth said with another giggle.
   "I know. How do you feel?"
   "I feel more alive than I've ever felt before. I... I feel like doing 
it again. Do you?"
   "Hey, girlfriend, let's wait until we recover. We will be roommates 
for the next couple of years, you know."
   "Oh yeah," Elizabeth said in wonder. "Wow. Maybe we can do it every 
night," she said joyfully.
   "Most likely," Dory said with a laugh. "Now can you help me finish 
unpacking?"
   "Sure, anything you want," Elizabeth jumped to her feet and began pulling 
clothes on.
   As they returned to the upstairs bedroom Elizabeth suddenly noticed that 
Dory's hair was full of hay. Dory turned Elizabeth around and batted at 
her own hair. In a moment they took turns brushing their hair.
   Billy suddenly entered without knocking. He looked very self-satisfied 
as he strolled over to lean against the dresser, with his chest all 
puffed out. Dory felt like telling him that getting sucked by a calf 
was not exactly a conquest. But she didn't need to say anything, Billy 
found his own means of punishment. He watched them combing each other's 
hair for a moment, then his puzzled glance fell on the hay laying all 
over the floor. His eyes widened in horror. He spun around and left, 
with a slam of the door.
   "Well he knows we were watching him," Elizabeth said with a giggle.
   "He sure does. Let's make sure that's all he finds out. I want a dead 
bolt on my door from now on."
   Elizabeth nodded wordlessly as she enjoyed Dory pulling the brush 
through her hair. Dory was going to be a very special visitor and she
would enjoy her as much as she could.