You look out the window some more at the house in the distance. The haze from the afternoon sun makes the house shimmer and appear dim and hazy. You remember as you drove past you saw a girl, about seventeen, with bushy blonde hair, a white top, and red daisy dukes sitting on the front porch looking bored. That was 45 minutes ago, and she might not be there now, but hey, it's better than chores. You feel your dick start to stiffen at the thought of the girl, in her tight top, and you smile. This trip will be worth it if she's home.
You throw your suitcase into a corner and head out of your room and down the winding staircase. The sunlight shines through the windows, illuminating all the dust floating in the air. You're about to pull open the door and leave when a voice stops you.
"Hey, whaddaya think you're doing?"
You turn around and see a guy of about thirty with dark hair and thin beard and mustache. He's sweaty from working the fields all day. He's holding his soaked hat and wiping his brow with a blue bandana. "Who're you, and how did ya get in Norman's house?" he asks, sounding offended. "Oh, my name's Jon. I'm his nephew." You say in a put-down tone. "Ok then..." the man says, coming forward and holding out a gloved hand. "Name's Will. I work on your uncle's farm along with a few other workers." "Pleasure to meet you..." you say insincerely, shaking his sweaty hand in a limp handshake. He pulls his hand back quickly and looks at you, almost disappointed.
"I don't expect I'll be seeing you much except at breakfast and dinner." Will says. "See you around, I guess." He heads back towards the back door, shaking his head and muttering, "Kids these days..."
Anger weeks up inside you. You didn't ask to come here. You clench your fists and almost go out an clean Will's clock, but you control yourself. It'd probably be bad to start your three week stay by punching the lights out of one of Norman's workers. Maybe you should have asked him about the girl, but it's too late now. Biting your lip, you leave though the front door and head down the road.
The sun beats down on you like a drum and you find yourself again drenched in sweat. You smile when you think that it's a good thing, as it'll let the girl see your muscles easier. You've been working out, you see. The house is only a ten minute walk from Norman's. It gets closer and closer. You stop on the road, ten minutes later, surrounded by grain fields and sparse trees. The house is a typical farmhouse, with a wraparound porch and an upside-down U shaped roof. It's painted white and the windows are large and covered in doings. The girl is not on the porch.
Walking a little bit to the left, you see a huge chicken coop full of roosters and hens in the backyard. Behind the chicken coop is a field with a few cows, black and white, and one jet black bull. To the left of the house is another field with a large white and brown horse, standing there looking bored. In a cordoned off section of the cattle field is a sty full of fat pigs, wallowing in mud. A yip catches your attention and you see a black and white border collie standing on the porch, wagging it's tail and barking happily at you.
You're so overwhelmed by the abundance of animals that you are snapped out of your trance by the sound of a screen door opening and closing. Looking back towards the house, you see coming towards you across the grass...