Cooters Corners

An excerpt from Cooters Corners

Ida stood by while Alba washed in the tub. She ran her fingers idly thru her sparse pubic hair. Across the yard, her cousin stroked his crotch thru his coveralls.

"Pervert," she hissed. But he continued to stare at the naked twin sisters.

Then Ida heard her father in the house. "You marry one, you don't get t'other. They ain't fuckin' Siamese twins, Lyn. They's just regular twins." A chill ran down her bare spine and both girls looked at the other. Ida snatched up her dress and covered herself just as Lyn Carver came striding out of the house.

He was a tall drink of whiskey, and lean like a cornstalk, with a rough face and a shake-a-leg gait that reminded Ida of a dog.

Alba stayed naked in the washing tub, covering her small breasts casually. "I don't know you heard, but I'm aiming to put a claim on one of you'uns to be my wife." The girls just looked at him, saying nothing.

"I figure you're pretty enough, and ready for it. Either one of you been busted yet?"

Neither girl spoke at first. "We ain't busted. We only let boys kiss us," which wasn't strictly true.

"I heard," Lyn said, suddenly lowering his voice. "I heard maybe ya suck a little too."

"That's just like kissin'," Alba said suddenly, and covered her breasts a little more discreetly. "Cain't nothin' happen from it." She wasn't so much concerned with Lyn, but her cousin Elisha was working his hand inside his coveralls now and getting a jig rhythm on.