she meets the family

I was hungry all right, but not for down home cookin' ! I couldn't get that bulge in Joe's pants out of my mind. He turned the truck into the drive and parked it in the yard. The dust blew a nit and settled as we waited to open the doors.

I stepped from the old truck and the women stopped their work to look at what their 'prize bull' had **** home. "Mama" shaded her eyes with her hand but "Sis" merely looked at me vacantly. I could tell from her eyes that she wasn't really all there. I thought of the stories I'd heard about inbreeding and wondered if she really was Joe's sister or his daughter.

"Mama, I want you to meet Annabelle. She's travelin' an' I invited her to supper." Then, to me, he said, "This here's Mama an' that there is Corie." I smiled my biggest smile, but I could tell Mama wasn't any too pleased to see me. Still, there was that country tradition of helping passing strangers...

"Hello, Annabelle," she said, but there was no accompanying smile. I left my saddlebags in the bed of the truck and walked up the steps to the porch. I shook Mama's hand, real formal and adult-like.

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." I put on my best manners. I might want to spend the night, after all. I noticed that Joe's overalls were a little small for him. They clung as tight to his ass as my dress did to mine.

"Come on in, Anna," he said. "Y'all prob'ly wanta get washed up." I followed him into the cooler dimness of the house. We were in a hallway that ran straight through to what I learned later was the kitchen. There were doors to the left and right and a flight of stairs ran up the right side to the second floor. As Joe led me down the hallway I glanced into the side rooms. The left one was a parlor of some kind and the right one held a rough table and chairs, obviously a dining room.

"Where's your father, Joe?" I asked.

"Oh, he passed on a few years ago. He was drunk and fell off the tractor. Got cut up somethin' fierce. Been just me, Mama, Corie and Ruth ever since." He didn't seem too unhappy about his father's ****. But, I supposed if he could be so matter-of-fact about him being drunk when he died, it didn't seem like much of a loss to him.

We reached the end of the hall and I saw another young woman, maybe in her twenties, Chopping vegetables at the counter. She must have gotten really hot working there, because she was only wearing an apron. Her round ass cheeks looked nice, framed the way they were by the sides of the flowered apron. She turned around and smiled when she saw Joe. Then her eyes fell on me and her smile got bigger. "Who's this pretty little thing, Joey?"

"This's Annabelle, Ruth. That's my sister, Ruth, Anna." I smiled back at Ruth. When she turned around, I saw that her tits were nice and round, just like her ass.

"Joey's always bringing somebody home with him. Sorry I'm not exactly dressed for company." She held her bare arms out from her sides. Her tits showed to either side of the apron's bib top. The nipples poked out the front. I was surprised to see that she didn't shave her pits, then noticed her legs were hairy, too.

"Anna wants to wash up, Ruthie. Can you show her out back to the pump?"

"Sure can, Joey. Fact is, I could use a rinse myself. I'm dripping with sweat. Come on Anna." Ruth set the knife down and untied the apron, slipping it off over her head. Joe was right: Her pussy was covered with a thick curly bush. The hair grew, not only around her mound, but out to the sides a ways onto her thighs. A line of growth rose to her navel as well. Oh well, I thought, except for my head I don't have any hair now. Takes all kinds. I followed Ruth's swaying ass out the screen door to the back porch. The slap of the wooden door slamming behind us was loud in the clear air.

Down the steps and across the small kitchen garden was an old steel pump mounted on a tub. Ruth pumped up some water into the tub. Then she picked up a dipper that lay on the ledge and pumped a dipperful, holding it out to me. "We got the deepest well around here, Anna. Water's sweet as wine." I tasted it and she was right. I tipped it too far and some of the cold water ran down my chin and into my cleavage. It felt really good. That was when I realized how hot those leather clothes were. Besides, looking at Ruth standing there in her birthday suit made me want to join her.

She dipped herself some water and I began to shed my clothes. I hung my duster and hat on a fencepost and tugged the tight dress up and off. The leather thong was soaked -- with sweat and pussy juice. I could smell myself. Glancing toward Ruth, I saw her nostrils flare, then she smiled wickedly. She had caught my scent as well.