She said nothing as she got out the mugs and poured their coffee. She handed him his and pulled him through to the sitting room. They both put their m...gs carefully down on the table in front of the sofa before sitting down. Lottë snuggled up against him for a short while and then leant forward to pick up her mug. Robin did the same. They both took a sip. Lottë put her mug down again."Um, Uncle Robin, um, when you kissed me like that, you know ... with your tongue, I felt all tingly." Good." Um. I got off my cot and went outside and stretched out on a hammock hung between two trees a few hundred feet from the barn. I removed my pajamas and relaxed in my boxers, thinking no body would see me. About an hour later, I felt the hammock move and heard a sultry voice say, “cousin, how about some company?” and opened my eyes to see one of my younger cousins standing by the hammock.“Brenda, what are you doing here” I asked her. “Too much noise in there, with the snoring and farting” she. It was the position I was in when he took my virginity. I hope he wasn't going to try to put his huge cock in my pussy while this big plug was in my butt.He tugged on the plug. It was still tight but not as much as yesterday."One more day," he said softly. With more effort he pulled the plug out of my butt. It was a bittersweet feeling. I felt relief that the internal pressure was gone but I also had a lonely feeling."Lie on the floor."I didn't know if he wanted me face up or face down. I chose. There he was, sitting at his desk with his back to me. I could see his right arm moving in short quick movements. My eyebrows furrowed. Was he masturbating? I could faintly make out the image of a naked woman on his screen. The November air was cold but my insides were suddenly hot, the kind of hot that you get when you get caught doing something you shouldn't. I could feel my pussy begin to drool and it was the only thing I felt. The rocks under my knees, the cold air, the dark spooky trees,.