Bill was chunky and dark-featured; Randy was tall and blond. But both of them were muscular and both possessed a good sense of humor.

"I'll just show him to his room," Judy said.

"You do that," Bill replied. "Good to have you stay with us, Randy. Judy's told me a lot about you."

They left Bill in the barn and walked toward the house. Trish Canfield stepped out of the back door before they got to the house.

"Who's she?" Randy asked.

Judy almost giggled at the tone of his voice. Trish was a nineteen-year-old, blonde-haired, green-eyed, bosomy girl. She was one of those girls who oozed sex appeal. Judy didn't care a lot for her because she'd seen Trish giving Bill a few sly glances.

"She's kitchen help," Judy said. "I don't like to cook and Bill brought her out from town."

"You mean she lives here?" Randy asked.

"Yes," Judy said. "And pull your tongue back in. You don't have to look so struck."

"Hello," Trish said. "You must be Randy."

"Guilty," Randy replied.

Judy gave his arm a tug. She didn't want to spend the rest of the afternoon standing in the yard while Randy gaped at Trish.

"Hot damn," Randy said as they entered the house. "She's got a pair of tits on her."

Judy felt a flash of jealousy and resentment because Trish's titties were very large and the girl seldom wore a bra. Judy had caught Bill eyeing Trish's tits a few times.

"If you like them as big as a cow." Judy said.

"You sound a little jealous," Randy said. "You shouldn't be. You've got a fine pair of tits yourself."

"Stop that," Judy said.

She again had the strange feeling that something was changed between them. His last comment had sounded more like admiration than a joke between cousins.

As they walked up the stairs, she found herself really giving him a good look. She felt herself blush a little body when she realized that she was getting slightly turned on thinking about her cousin.