Rednecks go wild in the barn

The rain come down so hard it sounded like a freight train was tearin' through the roof of that old barn. Lightning lit up the cracks in the wood, and thunder rattled the hayloft ladder. Me and my cousin Jenny had been out huntin' squirrels when the sky turned black as coal. We ran like hell and made it to the barn just as the first hail started clatterin' on the tin.

"Fuck me, that's close," Jenny said, shakin' water outta her long brown hair. Her t-shirt was plastered to her tits, and I couldn't help but stare at the dark outlines of her nipples through the wet cotton. She caught me lookin' and grinned. "What, never seen a wet girl before, Cletus?"

"Shut up," I said, feelin' my face go red. But my dick was already gettin' hard in my jeans. We'd done stuff before—a couple of handjobs behind the tractor shed, a quick fumble in the hay when we was 14. This was different. We was stuck here for who knew how long.

We found an old horse blanket in a corner, smelled like dust and leather. Jenny wrapped it around her shoulders and sat down on a pile of straw. She patted the spot next to her. "Come here, cousin. Ain't gonna bite."

I sat down beside her, close enough to feel the heat off her skin. She spread the blanket over both of us, and we huddled together. Her thigh pressed against mine, and my cock strained against my zipper. She musta felt it, 'cause she giggled and leaned her head on my shoulder.

"Reckon we could keep warm another way," she whispered, her breath warm on my neck.

"What you mean?" I asked, though I knew damn well.

She took my hand and guided it under the blanket, onto her chest. Her tits was soft and full under that wet shirt, and her nipple poked my palm like a little pebble. "You know what I mean. We're family. Ain't nobody gonna know."

That was all the permission I needed. I pushed her shirt up, and she helped me pull it over her head. Her flesh was pale in the dim light, and her tits hung heavy and round. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, tasting sweat and rain and something sweet underneath. She moaned and arched her back, her hand findin' its way to my belt buckle.

"Fuck, Cletus, I been thinkin' 'bout this all week," she breathed.

We got our jeans off in a hurry, tangled up in the blanket and each other. Her panties was soaked through, and not from the rain. I slid two fingers inside her, and she bucked against my hand like a wild filly. She was tight and hot, and her pussy clenched around me.

"Put it in," she begged. "Put your big cock in me, cousin."

I didn't need no second invitation. I rolled on top of her, my dick slicin' through the wetness of her slit. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels diggin' into my ass, and I pushed inside her in one long, slow thrust. She cried out, a sound that was half pain, half pleasure, and I stayed still for a moment, lettin' her adjust.

"Fuck, you're tight," I grunted.

"Move," she said. "Fuck me hard, Cletus. Don't you dare hold back."

So I fucked her. I pounded into her like the storm was inside my blood. The straw rustled underneath us, the blanket tangled around our ankles, and the only sounds were the rain on the roof, the thunder crashin', and Jenny's moans gettin' louder and more desperate. Her nails raked down my back, and I knew I'd have welts tomorrow, but I didn't give a damn.

"Gonna cum," she whimpered. "Don't stop, don't you fuckin' stop—"

I felt her pussy clamp down around me, a hot rush of wetness floodin' my cock. That was all it took. I buried my face in her neck and shot my load deep inside her, wave after wave of cum pumpin' into her womb. She shivered and held me tight, her legs still locked around me.

We lay there sweatin' and breathin' heavy. The storm was still goin', but it seemed quieter now. I stayed inside her, half hard, not wantin' to pull out.

"Damn," she said after a minute. "That was somethin' else."

"Yeah," I agreed.

But we wasn't done. We fucked again, and again. Second time she rode me, her tits bouncin' in my face while I squeezed her ass. Third time I bent her over a hay bale and took her from behind. Fourth time we was both so worn out we just lay on our sides, spoonin', and I slid in from behind, slow and lazy, while she whispered dirty shit in my ear.

The storm passed at dawn. Sunlight peeked through a crack in the boards. We dressed in silence, shy all of a sudden, like the dark had gave us permission but the light made it wrong.

But it was too late. A month later, Jenny missed her period. She found me behind the shed and handed me a plastic stick with two pink lines.

"I'm knocked up, cousin," she said, her voice flat. "You're the daddy."

I stared at that stick like it was a rattlesnake. My heart pounded, but I wasn't scared. I felt a weird kinda pride, like I'd marked her as mine.

"Well," I said, slow and drawlin'. "I guess we better start savin' up for baby formula."

She punched my arm, but she was smilin'. "You redneck idiot."

I pulled her close, one hand on her belly where our kid was already growin'. The barn door was open, and the sun was warm on our faces. The hay smelled fresh, and the world felt new.

Yeah, we was cousins. But she was mine, and that was that.