Chapter 2

I guess if you are reading this personal discourse about my family life with my first cousin Petunia and our five pig-nosed little ones, you must have liked my account of my sinful ways with my close blood relative on the down low.

My own legal spouse, the hypocritical little bitch is probably down at the church on her knees taking care of the parson’s deprived parts rather than praying good and proper like a respectable female.

I suspect with some deep reservations that the last of my litter with the little bitch was fathered by the reverend because of his hair color and his shifty eyes that look so much like the parson’s when you pause and think about it.

That means that I have a total of nine offspring not counting the little bastard who I love just the same.

I am still reaming out my wife’s pretty ass because I want her to know I believe in a husband’s rights and that she needs to mend her ways when it comes to sinning against the world of the Lord.

It is pretty obvious to me that my Tammy Sue is partial to that style of loving and I wondered if she was bending over for the parson as well. I noticed that my numerous in-laws were a trifle concerned that I was not as dumb as I often pretended to be and might harbor suspicions about Tammy Sue’s behavior behind my back spreading her knees for the preacher man and giving up her pussy for the greater good.

In addition to my legal spouse Tammy Sue and my first cousin Pig-nose Petunia, I have been keeping company with my second cousins from down in the hollow. They are both pretty girls and particular discreet about our humping activities. Of course I keep my relationship with them a total secret especially from my wife Tammy Sue and my first cousin Pig-nose Petunia. I do declare I am cautious as hell about both of their emotional response to the fact that I cheating on them with my second cousins Bessie and Daisy. Those two girls are a real blessing in disguise. They sometimes work me over like a tag team of loving intimacy and I am a loss of words to describe their depraved tricks to keep my interest.

The other day, my Petunia discovered Daisy’s undies in my overall’s pocket where I had forgotten I stuffed it to get into her pussy without delay. That girl was so free and open that I suspect she never even missed them even when she went in to take a bath. That Daisy had a feminine fold that was so tight that one would think they were dipping their wick into a true virgin. In fact, it was even tighter than her pretty little bottom that I had loosened up considerable in the past year with my continuous anal games with her and cousin Bessie.

I went to church this past Sunday and watched Daisy and Bessie up in the middle of their family pew surrounded by a horde of menfolk that one did not want to get on the wrong side of and it was painfully apparent to me that Daisy’s belly was a bit rounder than usual and right away I started to worry about starting a third family in an unplanned way.

I knew my Petunia was still waving those panties at me and sniffing them now and then trying to determine their origin. I even saw her stealing a pair of my sister Mabel’s undies to check them for their stink in comparison. I came close to busting out laughing because my sister Mabel was about as religious person I knew and she would only go down on her knees to prayer for someone’s salvation and couldn’t even bear to think that our Ma and Pa had actually done the “evil deed” to make us kids even though they were married all legal and proper. Sure, I would look at Mabel’s pretty heart-shaped behind whenever she bent over but I would never even think to reach out and touch it in a non-brotherly way with devious intent for pursuing carnal knowledge of my own sister.

After church, I managed to corner both Bessie and Daisy over by the outhouses and asked her point blank if she was carrying. I was surprised they busted out laughing at my shocked face.

Bessie answered me first, “Why, don’t be all concerned cousin Billy, both Daisy and me been getting it from Hugo Ledbetter down at the junction going back about three months now. That stud refuses to use a condom and he always shakes the last drop of sperm straight up our secret places to try and make little babies he can claim as his own. You don’t have anything to worry about cousin. I fact I think that big dick Hugo had done planted a seed in my belly as well. Our brothers and family know it for a fact and they already placed some financial burdens on his family which they are happy to confirm.”

I saw my wife Tammy Sue headed our way curious what I was talking about with my two pretty second cousins and I sent them on their way before she could even get close.

It was a close call but it taught me a lesson in stocking up on condoms at the country store and the teenaged female clerk was making ga-ga eyes at me the whole time like I was interested in doing stud service for the entire female population of the mountain.

I just hoped my Petunia didn’t think to get hold of Daisy’s undies to match them with the one she found in my overalls because I thing with her big nose she would discover the truth about my cheating ways in a big hurry.

Some city folk had purchased a lot of land to build a summer cabin and they had that thing put up lickety split like it was planted there and not constructed piece by piece by hand. I had helped with the digging of a newfangled “septic” system which meant the females didn’t have to go to the outhouse on a cold morning. The new owners paid for an overhead wire from the country store all the way up to their lot and they had the first residence on the mountain with actual electricity and we all marveled at the bright lights coming from their windows after darkness had fallen.