It was the summer of ‘67 when it happened. I remember cause it was just after my 16th birthday. Momma and Daddy had died in a bad car accident a couple years earlier, and I had gone to live with my uncle, Charlie Perkins, on his farm. My older brother Bobby was off fighting the war at the time of the accident, and with no one to care for me, my uncle Charlie took me in.

We lived on uncle Charlie’s small farm outside the city of Nowata, Oklahoma. It wasn’t much, but it provided us a home and enough income that we got by. The farm had been in our family for three generations – my grandfather had first bought the property and had started the farm right after WWI. He had worked it, then gave it to my father and uncle to work, and now Charlie and I worked it the best we could without Momma and Daddy.

The car accident had hit Charlie pretty hard, harder even than me. I remembered him as being happy, carefree, and always with a big smile on his face. But the accident just seemed to knock the wind out of him and he went from being a happy friendly man to a serious, careful, sort. It was almost as if he was afraid of living anymore.

Even two years later he was very quiet, very serious, and hardly seemed like he was with me anymore. He was here physically, but he wasn’t here in spirit if you can understand. Daddy was Charlie’s last living relative, and when he was taken away, Charlie just felt totally alone, I guess.

Momma loved going on drives with Daddy – she called it her “adult time” and looked at it almost like dating again. Momma and Daddy were out one September day back in 1965, enjoying a nice fall day. My 14th birthday had passed about 2 weeks earlier. They were out on one of their favorite drives, coming back from a local lake that had a nice park next to it.

They were driving along when all of a sudden, a truck came along in the other lane. Everything was fine – it was a clear day, warm and sunny, and the road was in good shape. But hidden behind that truck was another truck and the driver of this second truck was in a hurry.

From what the police had told Charlie (and he later related to me), the driver of the second truck pulled out to pass the first one and smashed headlong into Momma and Daddy, killing them both instantly. I guess I should be thankful that they didn’t suffer, but that was of little comfort then.

One day almost two years to the day after the accident, me and uncle Charlie was out in the barn watering the cows. It was hot that day and we needed to make sure the cows drank plenty of water. I was carrying the bucket from the well into the barn when, graceful me, I tripped over the hay rake laying half buried in the hay-covered barn floor.

I spilled the cold water all over the front of my shirt, soaking me completely. Because it was a hot day, I had decided not to wear my bra (a decision that was pivotal in what would become a turning point in me and uncle Charlie’s relationship). The cold, wet shirt clung to my 32B tits and made my nipples harden instantly.

I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself before I go on. My name is Elizabeth Perkins and at the time this story happened, I was 16 years old. I was pretty back then – or so I was told – about 5’5” tall, 116 lbs, with wavy brown hair that fell just past my shoulders, and a tight little 32B-24-34 body that had kept the boys at school friendly towards me.

But now that I was out of school and uncle Charlie needed my help on the farm, I didn’t have a lot of time for boys and such anymore. Which was sad ... I had spent a lot more lonely nights than I cared to. But like Daddy had often said, life doesn’t always give us what we want, and we have to play the hand we are dealt.

Because of the timing of Momma and Daddy’s accident and my Daddy’s rules on dating prior to that, I was still a virgin, although I will admit to a little flirting and a couple sessions of passionate petting in the hayloft! But I was still “intact” and pure at that time if you get my meaning. Anyway, back to the story...

When the cold water hit me, I gasped and my first instinct was to get out of my cold, wet shirt. I was alone in the barn at the time so I didn’t hesitate in shedding my top. About the time I had it taken off and was wringing it out to put back on, uncle Charlie came around the corner of the barn door.

I don’t know who was more surprised, him or me! I screamed and he ran into the corner of the door trying to get out of there quickly! Charlie ran around the side of the barn while I made a beeline for the house to quickly change my shirt – this time putting on a bra as well!

I came back out to the barn and Charlie wasn’t around. I was about to go get another bucket of water and pick up where I left off, when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. I spun around to see Charlie behind me.

“It’s just me ... I just wanted to ... make sure you’re all right,” he said, looking at the ground.

“I’m okay, Uncle Charlie. I’m sorry I worried you.”

“And I’m sorry I...” he stammered nervously.

“It’s okay. I didn’t know you were outside.”

“Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to go into town with me. I have to run to the hardware store and pick up some feed for the chickens,” Charlie said.

“Sure, I’ll go with you,” I rarely turned down a chance to go to town. Although Nowata, Oklahoma isn’t exactly the cultural and entertainment mecca of the free world, it is still more exciting than spending another routine day on the farm! Besides, I wanted to stop by the dress shop and pick up a new pair of jeans and a new top. Plus I wanted to see the latest fashions – I may have been a farm girl, but I was still a girl!

We drove the 15 miles into town, and Charlie dropped me off at the dress shop while he went to the hardware store. Then he went over to the feed store and picked up the chicken feed that we needed before stopping back by to pick me up. We went and had a bite to eat before heading back to the farm.

“So what did you get at the dress shop, Liz?”

“I got a new pair of jeans – my old ones were getting pretty worn out and raggedy. I got a new top and a couple other things as well.”

“That’s good – it’s been awhile since you spent any money on yourself, and you’ve been a big help around here,” he said.

That made me feel good. “Thanks Uncle Charlie,” I said, smiling at him. We finished our lunch and then headed back to the farm. On the way back home we picked up a couple steaks and the fixings for a little barbeque at the house for dinner. We went back home and as Charlie got the barbeque grill fired up, I went upstairs to change.

During the summer it gets pretty hot around Nowata, and this particular day was no exception. So once I was home, I decided to get comfortable. With all the farm chores accomplished for the day, I didn’t anticipate having to go outside anymore that day. I changed into cooler clothes than my jeans and long sleeve work shirt.

I came out wearing a crop-top cami (cut just above my navel) with spaghetti straps and my panties. I headed into the kitchen, got out two plates from the cabinet and set them on the table. I was looking through the fridge for the rest of the dinner fixings, when I heard Charlie come in,

“The steaks are ready Liz!”

In retrospect, I probably should have been wearing something a little less provocative I guess, but Charlie had seen me in similar clothes many times before. I guess our earlier encounter was still on his mind.

I was bent over, my ass in the air, the skimpy panties barely covering my ass cheeks. I wasn’t even thinking about it, when Charlie walked in the kitchen. I heard him gasp as he walked in. I didn’t pay much attention to it, I figured he was getting the steaks ready or something. He set the steaks and his beer down on the table and walked towards me.

I finally found what I needed in the refrigerator and stood up, closing the fridge door. I turned around and Charlie was standing right behind me, I couldn’t help but notice his hard-on through his tight jeans. I looked up at him, right in his eyes. “Hey, Uncle Charlie, is something wrong?” My eyes sparkled as we held our eye contact.

He shook his head and caught his train of thought. “No, Liz, I’m just fine. You just look beautiful, that’s all.” He was checking me out as he spoke. “Do a little spin so I can see how great your outfit is.” I slowly turned around for him, pushing my ass and tits out. “Damn Liz, you get more beautiful each time I see you. Let’s go eat.”

We walked to the table and he sat down first, I “accidentally” dropped my steak knife next to him. I bent down, my ass towards him, picking it up, hesitating before slowly standing back up. I set it on the table in front of him and winked at him. I sat down in the chair next to him, cracked open a beer and handed it to him. We ate and made small talk about our day. He finished his beer and grabbed another, opened it and chugged it down, grabbed another and opened it, took a sip and set it down.

“Are you okay Uncle Charlie? You’re drinking those pretty fast.” I set my hand on his and made eye contact with him, his eyes were glossy. He looked at me with what looked like reluctance in his eyes, I could tell he wanted to say or do something, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

I stood, picked his beer up, grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. He stumbled a little bit, which wasn’t a surprise, he did chug down that beer pretty fast. I set the beer down on the coffee table in front of the couch and helped him sit down on the couch carefully.