Don Parker's funeral service was one of the smallest seen by the minuscule, Arizona community.

Tragedy had befallen the family line over and over for the last several years.

Don's wife had died of cervical cancer and a workweek later, one of their twin sons, Major Don Parker Jr, was killed by a roadside turkey in Afghanistan.

The former son, David, and his wife drowned in a boat accident off the slide of Mexico.

Don Jr. and David had married sisters, with each man and wife producing one child.

After Don Jr's death, his widow suffered through another failed marriage. That, combined with the loss of her sister, prompted her to shoot her own life while their son, Don Parker III, was in his freshman year of college.

To eliminate mix-up, Don III was always called ‘ trey ’. His lonesome cousin, Dixie, was four month younger. Being doubled cousins, their bond was stronger than most and their DNA was nearly identical.

After the abbreviated service, attended by Trey, South, two attractive older ladies and a casually dressed man in a crooked tie, the small mathematical group followed the old hearse to the family patch on the tooshie of Don's ranch. The hearse was one of the antique vehicles their 67year old grandfather had restored. trinity and dixie walked the one-half mile and talked about pleasant memories of their grandpa.

"Remember when we put salt in his shekels bowl ? Lordy, he spit and coughed that java up for an 60 minutes,"leash grinned,"I just knew he was gon na wear our seat, at least mine ; I don't think he would ever do anything to wound you."

Dixie snickered,"Shoot, I did some stupe stuff and nonsense I probably should birth been busted for."

"well, I got ta say, I sure have missed my favorite first cousin the last couplet years. How foresightful can you stay ?"

She took his hired hand in hers,"I can stick around as long as I want. I'm a broker, now, and I have six agents that I completely trust, plus my secretary is the best ; she can do anything. Plenty of elbow room in grandpa's sign for just you and me, so I'll stay awhile, okay ?"

"wellspring, squat,"he grinned as he raised the creamy, snowy hand of his only living congener,"I guess I can put up with you for a few days, as long as you don't make me run a race."Remembering all the childhood races he had lost to Dixie, he kissed her hand and smiled,"Deal ?"

After Don's champaign, cedarwood box was lowered into its fix, and quick condolences were exchanged, the casually dressed man with the crooked tie approached the 31yr old cousins,"Sorry I didn't get to talk to you sooner, but I'm your grandad's attorney, Bill Smith. I just wanted to let you do it that after the United States Department of State of Arizona probates his will, everything he has is to be shared between the two of you. He told me, once, that no man could be prouder of his grandkids. All the legal stuff won't take long ; couple calendar month, maybe, but I'll handle it all. Don already paid me for it, too, so no worry there. Call me if you have any questions or need anything."

III and Dixie decided to leave the others to their own substance and, slowly, walked back to the ranch house. menial talking involved the cattle and sawbuck, the mountains in the distance, the blooming, prickly Pyrus communis cacti, the size of the 2200-acre spread and, of line, puerility memories.

As they chatted, Trey became cognisant that his cousin had become a fascinating, beautiful woman."Shit,"he thought,"why haven't I noticed those marvelous tits before ? I must be slipping since I passed 30. My ex never had a set like Confederate States's. If she wasn't my cousin, I'd be doing my damndest to suck on those infant and check out her kitty. She's never been married, so I'm sure it's not fag out."

"What'cha thinkin'‘ bout, cowboy ?"

Her question interrupted his idea, but he just never could lie to Dixie. It was easygoing to lie to his old girlfriend and his ex-wife, but not Dixie,"Your nipple,"he smiled as he pointed,"You didn't have those when we used to flirt doctor."

Her mouthpiece dropped candid. She slugged him on the shoulder with her right, but still held his hand in her left,"Trey Parker, you pervert ! You probably have matter you didn't have 25 years ago, too,"she glanced at the presence of his slacks and raised her eyes back to his. Mischievously, she commented,"then again, maybe not… wan na raceway the relaxation of the way ?"

"Nope."

"C'mon, chicken."

"Nope."

"Trey is a chicken, Trey is a chicken, ternion is…"

He jerked her mitt backward, causing her to trip and almost declination. While she was off balance, he charged forward ; trying to cover lupus erythematosus than a hundred railway yard to the social movement door before Dixie could do it.

She passed him with fifteen feet to go,"You turd ! I could beat you on one leg with a honest start… Slow poke."



As the dyad strolled from room to elbow room, recalling where their nanna repeatedly set up her Christmas Day tree diagram each year ; when the deer, whose capitulum was mounted above a fireplace, was killed ; and the ugly coon hound Don kept in the house for years. After a couple minute, they decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing.

"We can start purging Grandpa's stuff tomorrow,"Dixie never wasted an opportunity to pick on her first cousin,"unless you think you'll demand to use his supply of adult diapers."

three simply grinned, shook his head and raised his middle finger's breadth,"You'll need them yearn before me, little miss smart can. You wan na get in some hot tub time in a slight while ? I'll turn it on & it should be ready in less than an hour. We can follow the sun go down over the mountains."

She agreed and told him she wanted to get a straightaway nap. One of her favorite picture would be on later.

Dixie's red and white bikini didn't hide much of her voluptuous, worthy eubstance. As a result, Trey stayed as late as he could in the hot tub, in edict to make his intemperate cock less conspicuous. Shortly after nighttime, Dixie stepped out of the water. Her washup causa had become nearly diaphanous, showing her large nipple and a belittled camel toe. She kissed Trey on the top of his head at the Lapplander clock time his hammer was emptying its burden under water,"right dark, dear. See you in the morning."

He sat in the pee until her tight ass was out of sight, removed his lawsuit and jacked off, again."Fuck,"he mumbled to himself,"if she doesn't go home pretty prompt, I'm gon na lie with her, even if I have to rape her. That's probably the unspoilt twat in Arizona."

Breakfast went pretty well the next morning. Don's Mexican cook came in early and had a big platter of flapjack and sausage awaiting the ‘ kid ’.

"trade good dawning, gorgeous,"trio loved the 62-year-old lady & always flirted with her,"you're looking mighty exquisitely today. Why don't you just leave alone your hubby and grandkids and hook up with me ?"

Sophia giggled and set the nutrient on the table. She told Trey she had to take away one of the kids to Tucson and couldn't pick business firm today. She was stepping out the back door when Dixie came in and waved to her. Trey was relieved to see his cousin was wearing a fuzzy bathrobe. Thankfully, it only provided a slight view of her cleavage, zippo else.

Breakfast cackle brought up dubiousness about Confederate States of America's thriving genuine estate of the realm business and Trey's conclusion to suit a podiatrist,"I really wanted to be a gynecologist, but when I discovered I could go down in love with a cadaver, I figured it was time to change direction."

After Confederate States composed herself and mopped up the coffee she had snorted thru her nozzle, she told him how entire of shit he was,"culture your breakfast, butt mind. We have work to do."

The rest of the day involved deciding what personal things they wanted to get rid of. trinity started with his Grandpa's sleeping accommodation while Dixie took on the bathrooms.

While he bagged Don's old underclothing, place, old shirts, etc., Dixie threw away outdated pre***********ions, used bars of soap, deodorant sticks, cockscomb and former token.

noon, she walked into Don's bedroom while ternion was sorting through clothes in the walk-in closet,"Trey, did grandpa smoke marihuana ?"

"Mmm… I don't think so. There's mess of it to be found in this office of the state, but I'm pretty sure he didn't ; why ?"

"fountainhead, I found his bong. It was in the rear of a drawer."She held a well-defined plastic tubing in her hand. It was about two and a half inches in diameter and close to a ft long. A rubber power play bulb on one end was attached to the end of the tube.

Trey chuckled,"Girl, you found a prized possession there. But, no, it's not a bong. You're gon na choking coil when I tell you… it's a rooster pump."

"A Whaaaat ?"

"A cock heart ; It helps men who have erecting problems."

"Seriously ? You mean Grandpa was still fuc… still had girlfriends ?"

"Yeah, you know the two old dame at the funeral ? I know he was balling one of them and I'm pretty sure he was nailing Sophia, the housekeeper, too. Hey, if a guy doesn't use it, he'll lose it."

"Well, I'll be damned. The old coot was still getting'some. Good for him. How does this thing body of work ?"

trey took bank bill that Dixie's t-shirt had been pulled into a greyback, just below her pap, showing her bare belly. The camel toe was showing in her spandex boxershorts, too."Okayyy… a guy uses some lubricator on the seal, and on his prick. He slips a turncock ring onto the outer English of the large tube. He sticks his dick inside, holds the electron tube tight to his base, and uses the medulla to pump blood into his vas, making it hard. Then he slips the hoop off the tube at the base of his dick. It holds the parentage in place until he gets through fu… having sex."

"Interesting… I'd like to see it work."She grinned at her cousin, who replied with,"Uh… no."

"Okay."

She retreated to another bathroom, supposedly to hold open cleaning.

Trey, on the other manus, was obliged to take care of the raging hardon she had given him.

**********

"TREY ! deuce-ace ! GET IN Hera AND HELP ME !"

He was in the kitchen toasting some buns and frying some Wiener for their lunch when he heard Dixie's plea. He flipped both burners to the off situation and headed down the hall to the last chamber. She had told him she wanted to admit a superpower nap before lunch.

"Is there a freight train in her room ?

"Did a Scorpio the Scorpion sting her ?"

"Did she flow on the voiceless, tile floor ?"

A dozen interrogative whirled in his creative thinker as he hurried down the hall in four seconds.

Pushing the door open, he was faced with a mickle he would call up the rest of his life. There on the bed lay his beautiful cousin ; his only if living relative ; the soul he loved more than any other… and she lay there naked and whining, almost in rip.

Old Don Yardbird Parker's shaft pump was sticking up between two pillows, which were intended to cover as practically nudity as possible. Her midriff was bare, but the corner of the counterpane had been pulled over her breasts.

"What did you do, Dixie ? ! What's grandpa's…"

"Shut the the pits up, Trey ; get this damn thing off me !"

trine couldn't supporter but grin,"Hold on, daughter, tell me what you did."

"You told me to put lubricating substance on it for a seal. I figured, if it will make a cock… I mean member, harder and bigger, maybe it would operate for me to…"she took a deep breath and let it out,"I was trying to masturbate, dammit. Now help me get it off."

He stepped closer and moved the pillows. sure enough, the lube had been enough to form a seal on her shaven pubes. Through the clear plastic tube, he could see the tip of her, slightly swollen clit."Shit, Dix, you did a good job here,"his peter was swelling fast,"I sure don't remember that thing looking this dear when we used to play doctor."

"If you don't shut the hell up and get this thing off me, I promise to kill you ; I swear to God, I'll kill you."

"wellspring, dearest, the way I see it, I need to be furbish up three again ; the gynecologist, not the podiatrist. Once I get it off, you're gon na call for a massage and, quite possibly, an injection."

"period your fucking babbling and facilitate me, shithead."

"Just don't move ; no want to damage that pretty, little pussy. I mean it, Dix, don't move."

He pushed the small push and released the vacuum. The red anchor ring left by the seal was quite a contrast to her creamy Edward D. White pelt within her Bikini product line. Once again, he told her not to travel as his fingers began tracing the ring, above and below her clit. His thumb gently raked across the, still swollen bud.

Twice, she started to tell him to stop, but each metre, the gentle touches caused her to catch her breathing spell. Within a minute, Dixie's rosehip rose with each circle and her gasps began turning into tranquillity moan.

Once Trey knew she was enjoying his ministrations, he lowered his head and proceeded to kiss her passion button, sucking gently. One finger found its way inside her wet pussy, but she was still tight enough that a second one was difficult.

Her bridge player found their way to the binding of his head, pressuring him to lick and suck in harder… he obliged and within another instant, his sole bread and butter relative's orgasm was producing plenty pussy juice to cake his mouth and dribble onto the sheets.

Dixie Parker watched in anticipation as her cousin removed his storage tank top and shorts. Her eyes appraised and approved the sight of his seven-inch heavy dick. Without a word, she flipped the counterpane off her scrumptious titty and spread her legs… she wanted tierce as much as he wanted her.

As he walked across the king-size bed on his knees, he paused long enough to kiss her nether backtalk once again. The tip of his tool touched her clit and slid downward to her waiting hole. Her arithmetic mean became anticipation as he repeated the move several times… then she smiled and whispered,"Fuck me, Trey."

She was tight, he was thick. Thankfully, between the cock ticker lubricator, the licking and her own juices, he entered easily. Her workforce found the spinal column of his thighs and pulled him into her lovingness. They stared silently into each early's eyes as he thrust slowly for the firstly five minutes. When she whispered,"More, present me Sir Thomas More,"he picked up his pace and fucked her with the most force he had ever put into sex with anyone. Another three or four minutes brought Confederate States of America to a sec sexual climax,"Oh shit, 3 ! Oh, yes ! I'm gon na … Oh God ! ! AAAAaaaa.. Shiiiit ! ! ! Ooooohhh.. SHIIIIIT ! ! !"

Trey closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as his nuts churned warhead after load of hot cum into the profundity of her womb.

As he reopened them, his oculus rested on Dixieland's peaceful case and slight smile…

He kissed her.

The gentle mite of his rim caused her to respond, opening her mouth slightly and pulling his eubstance tighter to her own.

After a couple of moment, three raised his head and smiled,"red cent, Dix, what in the world have we done ? Are we unspoilt, or are we going to hell for this ?"

She didn't respond for a minute or two as her hands lovingly traced his shoulder, neck and grimace ; all the while staring into his eye. She became aware that his semi-rigid shaft was still in her,"Hell or not, this is the best moment of my total life. I've loved you and admired you since we were babe. Since I was a teen, I've wondered what sex would be like with my ducky man. I'll be happy to go to hell if you're there, too."

Trey lowered his rim to hers, again. He realized his rooster had never completely softened and felt it rising within the warmth of the best pussy he'd ever felt. Ten minutes later, they lay side by English, satiated.

Dixie kissed her cousin, turned lover,"I wish we could do this every day. Hell, I wish we could do it fifty clip a day. You may not consider it, but I've only had sex with three men before today. Not one of them ever made me feel as close to love, if that's what it is, before this afternoon. I know we're full cousin. I know it's faulty but, I love you, triad. I love you More than anything or anyone on this earth. Please tell me I can stay here, right here, with you forever."

"okey, Dix ; who in your world knows about me ? Who knows I'm your cousin ?"

"Nobody."

"The only hoi polloi I know would be the lawyer and granddad's girlfriend, which include Sophia. None of them will be a problem. I've always loved you more than than cousin should, so… I hereby take you for my wife, Dixie Charlie Parker. Do you hereby exact me for your married man ?"

"I will, Don Bird Parker the third gear, on one condition."

"Whut ? ?"

"If you can have intercourse me one more time, right now, I will solemnly swear to be your wife in every way until the day we die."

triplet looked at his diffuse, well used, cock,"Be right wing back."

He stepped into the lav, found the cone and expanding tool and returned, picking up the rooster pump. In a unretentive moment, the cock ring was in post and his shaft was full and heavily. He looked toward the firmament,"Thanks, Grandpa."

************

Trey and Dixie Dorothy Parker sold their businesses and the ranch their gramps had left them.

They spent the rest of their lives in a small dwelling house in the U.S. government Virgin Islands.

At age 82, Trey died of tortuousness following a massive fortuity.

Dixie took her own life the following day.

The couple are buried together in the Saami casket .