Maggie – Part 5 – The girls meet up with Rocky

Emmitt sat on the steps of the trailer rubbing at his crotch as he watched his two young, but rapidly maturing, daughters bounce up the path to the barn. He’d ordered them into their “work clothes” early and given them a list of chores to do in the garden and barn. He and his youngest, Earl, had work to do around their little trailer. A poor country family, home was a small trailer, tucked into a mountain holler outside of Hazard Kentucky. It was August and hotter than hell.

Thirty minutes working in the garden, weeding and picking beans, and both Maggie and Molly were soaked. Today they were glad they were wearing their daddy’s favorite “work clothes”; baggy cutoff jeans and ratty old wife-beater tank-tops. Being dirt poor, undergarments were a luxury reserved for school. The hot, humid breeze blew easily through their clothes, and Maggie could feel it tickling her thick light-brown bush. Emmitt made sure the girls wore them every time he gave them chores. Bending over or squatting down in the garden gave him a clear view of their cute little cunts. His 8” cock enjoyed the view and the baggy cutoffs provided quick, easy access whenever he had the chance.

The girls finished up in the garden, and took the beans they’d just picked back to the trailer. Emmitt’s cock stiffened in his bibs as he admired Maggie’s tits, visible through her sweat-soaked, sheer top. Molly’s were much smaller as she still hadn’t started her growth spurt into maturity yet. But she would soon, and she was gonna be a looker too, just like her older sister. Goddamn, he was one lucky daddy.

“You girls walk that fence line down to the creek then back up the other side. That storm last night mighta blown down a tree across the fence and I can’t afford to lose no cows by them getting out.” Emmitt raised a few cows for money, so the girls understood and headed towards the barn to start their task.

It took them only twenty minutes to walk the right fence line down to the creek and they decided to take advantage of the cool pool of water. In ten seconds they were both buck naked and splashing in the water. Maggie had grown into a fine young lady, round firm tits, a tight ass and a gorgeous light-brown bush. Molly, a year younger, was just growing her first pubes. Her tits were more nipple than boob.