Chapter 1: The Farm

My cousin Kristen turned fourteen a few months ago, making her a little more than a year younger than me. Extremely petite, even compared to me, she was also incredibly cute and already a genuine boy magnet - and she knew it. My family usually visited my grandparent’s farm at least once a month. These were my dad’s parents; my mom’s mother lived alone in Illinois as my grandfather had died back a few years back. My cousin Kristen would often come along to keep me company. We always seemed to find something new to explore but this time when we left home we had no idea how personal our explorations were about to become!

It took a couple of hours to get to the farm, thanks in part to my mom’s insistence that we stop at a large outlet mall near the exit off the highway. The last few miles were then down a bumpy, dusty gravel road - my dad grumbled as always about how dirty the SUV was after one of our visits. We eventually made it and after greeting my grandparents and having some lunch the old folks went off to sit in the living room, discussing the usual stuff which quickly became boring so Kristen and I decided to go out exploring.

Farms are cool, especially if you don’t live on one. We first went to the barn where cattle were sheltered and hay was stored. For whatever reason cows never ceased to fascinate me and there were always at least a dozen cats and often a bunch of kittens running around. Some years there were pigs but they scared me a little after one started chewing on my tennis shoe while I was standing on the fence trying to touch them! Who knew? There were plenty of other places to explore as well; couple of huge buildings for tractors and other equipment, an attachment to the barn where the milk was stored, and a big corn crib.

The corn crib was my second favorite place to play. The corn left on the cobs was stored in two bins, one on each side and in the middle was a ladder leading into the ceiling over where I could jump down into a big bin full of shelled corn. It was more fun than the plastic balls at Chuckee Cheese - not to mention it was teeming with God only knew what diseases all the munchkins carried!

Out in the pasture was an old chicken coop. There hadn’t been chickens in it for years and in past summers we’d turned it into our private clubhouse. It was always dark and dusty though so our “secret” club meetings never lasted long.

Our favorite place to fool around was the hay loft over the main barn. Depending on the time of year it had varying amounts of hay in it and at this time of year it was pretty full after the summer baling. We’d climb up a thick hay rope and then drop down into the loose hay piled below. Looking back I realize how dangers it was but at that age who thinks about such things? My grandfather caught us one time and about had a heart attack but that didn’t stop us from doing it when he wasn’t around.

Today was a perfect hot August day so we were both wearing as little as possible to try and keep cool. Unfortunately there weren’t any boys around as they would’ve surely enjoyed seeing us in nothing but our short (and I do mean SHORT) cutoffs and tiny bikini tops that left little to the imagination. This far into summer our tans were at their peak and Kristen’s blonde hair was bleached out to where it was almost white.

As Kristen ran ahead of me to the barn, I couldn’t help but notice my little cousin had grown up a lot since this time last year. She was still more petite than other girls her age which made most people guess her to be a year or two younger than she really was. Her cutoffs seemed to get shorter every year until now her cute little bottom was more than just peeking out as she ran. Kristen’s boobs barely needed a training bra - if she ever wore one, but when she wore a bikini top as small as the one she was wearing today what little she had was displayed at its best. I noticed that as she was running her nipples would peek out over the edges until she adjusted the bikini top back over them. There was only the two of us so she didn’t seem to be as concerned about being seen and so by the time we arrived at the barn doors it got to where she was almost falling out of her top. As we stood there panting, trying to catch our breath, she reached down and pulled the top back up over them for the umpteenth time as if nothing had happened.

My outfit wasn’t much different except my shorts were cut a little bit higher than hers to where there was barely enough material in the crotch to keep them from being a skirt. When I sat down the material would pull up into my pussy like a string thong and rub against my clit which made it almost feel like I was masturbating. On top I was wearing what my father teasingly called “Kelly’s slut bikini”. Normally I only wore it at home when I sunbathed on the deck but out here on the farm it seemed pretty harmless. It was really nothing more than a couple of triangles to cover my nipples with strings attached to hold it in place - and not very well at that. Since I didn’t have much yet in the way of boobs myself, it wasn’t all THAT risqué. Although my dad had joked about me looking like a tramp in it I also noticed that he never told me not to wear it! I suppose it doesn’t come as a surprise that my grandparents weren’t impressed and before we left the house today I heard my grandmother questioning my mom about my outfit.