Even the sound of her voice made Nick's prick ache with lust. He could only think of sliding his cock into the mouth that sweet honey voice came out of.

Not that he'd ever actually done anything like that-but he'd thought about it a hell of a lot. He was a klutz with women. He had yet to feel anything other than his own fist wrapped around his cock.

Becky climbed up into the driver's seat. She fired up the engine of the truck.

"After you," Betsy said, making a low bow and giving him another peek down the front of her shirt. Her tits weren't quite as eye-catching as her sister's, but there was nothing wrong with them, judging from the glimpses Nick was catching.

He saw the momentary flash of pink nipple! Then Betsy straightened up, and it was gone. His mind remembered, though, and it passed the message straight down to his cock. It was half-hard as he climbed up into the cab of the pick-up, and he just hoped his cousins hadn't noticed.

Betsy climbed in after him, shutting the door behind her. She slid across the seat, her thigh riding snug against his. Becky slipped the truck into first and peeled out.

"I didn't think you were old enough to drive," Nick said.

Both girls giggled.

"When your daddy's deputy sheriff, you don't need a license," Becky said. "Anyway, lots of people have licenses and can't drive for shit.

We've been driving since we were big enough to see over the steering wheel."

Nick had to admit she was pretty good, but it did help to have friends in the county police, obviously. She didn't pay any attention to the speed limits, and she ran at least two stop signs. Nick took a deep breath and settled back. He hoped it wasn't too far out to the farm.

"So, you think you're gonna enjoy spending the summer with us?" Betsy asked, sliding a little closer still. She put her hand on his knee. "I mean, being from Cleveland, you must be used to all kinds of wild life and fast times, and now here you are, sent down to the country to stay with us hicks? Think you'll ever find anything to amuse yourself while you're here? The county fair's not till August. And most all we ever do is hoe corn and spray the beans and milk the cows."