Oroville’s oldest son met him in the barn after the party was over.

“Happy sixteenth birthday, son. By right, you’re old enough now to start working in the family business. Now, you won’t be cookin’ for another ten years or so, depending on how well you do learning the craft and working your way up, so don’t get too excited about it. You may be old enough to work, but you’re still a dumbass kid that won’t have no sense ‘til he’s at least thirty.” Oroville patted him on the head with a gap-toothed grin. “I love you, son. And I’m proud of you.”

The boy took no offense to being called a dumbass kid. “Thanks pop. I’m eager to learn, and you know I’m a hard worker. I won’t let you down, I swear it.”

“I know you won’t, kiddo.”

A glimpse of the boy’s mother walking by caught Oroville’s eye and, in that very moment, he had to have her. “You’re on your way to becoming a man now, Emmet. Run along now and celebrate being a kid for one more day. Oh, and on your way, tell your mother to come over here and see me.”

“Okay, pop.”

As the boy scampered off, Oroville’s passion for Josaphine grew. He longed to be inside of her, right there inside of the barn with the horses in the stalls, straw on the dirt floor, and chickens pecking at the ground all around. After the boy delivered the message, she sashayed her way towards him with that floral, white summer dress she only wore during special occasions. Her long, dark hair draped around her shoulders, and her bangs nearly covered her wanting eyes.

Oroville took her in the privacy of the barn.

After finishing, he backed away from her, his heart racing. “Damn woman, you’re juicier than a July watermelon.”

Josaphine bent down to pull her panties up before turning back to him and straightening her dress properly. “You know how to turn me on, my grizzly papa bear,” she replied, running her fingers through his long, auburn beard.

He worked to tuck his member back inside his pants. “Well, you sure do turn me on every time I see you. I swear, sometimes I just can’t help myself and you’re all that’s on my mind, Jo.”

“You’re sweet.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss. “I better get going. I’m supposed to be bringing a gallon of sweet tea back to the party.”

Oroville reached around and pinched her buttocks. “Better be going then. Come on, I’ll walk with you.”

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After grabbing the tea from the old farm house across the yard, Oroville carried it back, keeping her company along the way, talking about the weather and how fast time flies by. Arriving back at the party, they found everyone swimming in the creek, cooling themselves from the hot summer sun. Oroville and Jo watched the children play, and laughed at the parents who were splashing around and enjoying the refreshing, cold water with them.

Oroville smiled as he watched his family, feeling his heart swell at the sight of them.

“You ever wonder what our parents were like when they were sixteen?” Jo asked as they stood there.

“Haven’t thought much about it.”

“Well, what do you think they did before they got together? Who do you think they were before they knew about each other?”

“Hell, I don’t know. My father was here with me, and your mother was two counties over with you and your sister. They didn’t know they were brother and sister when they fell in love. They didn’t learn that until later... not their fault.”

“I guess us being first cousins is better than brother and sister.”

“By my book.” Oroville shot a playful grin. “You know, you’re my favorite, by the way.”

She slapped him on the arm and rolled her eyes at his comment. “Me and my sister are twins; nearly identical.”

“You’re not that identical. And we both know she has an attitude to her that’s akin to a bobcat while you’re more on the conservative side. Sometimes I don’t know if I should spend more time with her or lock her up in a cage somewhere.”

“She’s a wild one, Lord knows. But you know she loves you with all her heart.”

“I know. And I love her with all of mine as well. There’s enough room in here for both of you… barely, but there’s room,” Oroville stated with a hand to his chest.

Her fingers slid into his as they stood there.

“Y’all going to jump in or just stand there like a couple statues? Come on,” Anna Beth called from the river.

Oroville shook his head. “See? Wilder than a damn buck.”

Josaphine shimmied out of her dress, wearing nothing but her underwear. “Come on, you old bear. You ain’t dead yet. Let’s have some fun.”

The sight of her running towards the water in her white undergarments made him want her all over again.

But the way her sister was looking at him—with her long, blonde hair pulled back, her body soaking wet, and her half-covered breasts glistening in the sun—made him want her more. He had half a mind to slide up next to Anna Beth in the water and discreetly penetrate her right then and there with everyone in attendance. But it was his son’s birthday, and he wasn’t going to disrespect his son over the longing in his loins.

The party would be over soon, and that’s when he would take his wife into his bed. Perhaps he could tame that bobcat once and for all, though he really didn’t want to.

He liked her wild and free.