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“Doggone, Cousin Vance, where’d you learn to cook like that?”  Bo Duke pushed his empty plate away and leaned back, stretching his long, lean body.  Beside him, his cousin Coy was digging in with his usual enthusiasm.  “I’m stuffed fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey!”

Vance Duke flushed a little at his older cousin’s praise.  “Momma taught me alongside the girls,” he said.  “She said flat out she wasn’t gonna be cooking for me forever, and that I better learn how to do it for myself between the time I left home and the time I got married.”

“She didn’t reckon on Uncle Jesse, though,” Luke Duke noted as he pushed his own plate away.  “And speaking of Uncle Jesse, we better get this place cleaned up.  We’ve been letting that slide a bit the last couple of days.”

Vance nodded in agreement, and so did both of this other cousins.  Uncle Jesse and Daisy were coming home tomorrow after visiting cousins in Mississippi, and Vance was sure none of the boys wanted to face the old man with a house in a mess.  Us Duke boys ain’t cowards, no, sir, Vance thought, but if you ask any of us if there’s any man on earth that we are afraid of, you’ll get the same answer every time:  Jesse Duke.

“And after,” Bo chimed in, “let’s hit the barn.  Luke and I want to teach you kids some more rasslin’ tricks.”

“Sure thing, Bo!” Coy said.  “Vance?”

“Absolutely.”  Vance and Coy had been wrestling each other since they were old enough to clamp on headlocks, but it was only recently that Bo and Luke had started teaching them.  Vance knew he and Coy were good, but Bo and Luke were better.  A lot better.

Gives us something to work toward, anyway.

“So let’s get to it,” Luke said.  “Vance, you did the cooking this morning, so you can take it easy.  Bo, Coy, let’s get to work.”

It didn’t take long for Vance’s cousins to get the house clean – despite Luke’s earlier statement, it was actually in pretty good shape for having four young men alone for a week with no supervision.  In a little over an hour, most of the house was shining bright enough to make even Uncle Jesse happy.

From outside the kitchen window, Vance saw Bo and Luke heading for the barn.  He went into the front room, where Coy was working.   “They’ve gone out back,” he said.  “Lemme give you a hand so we can get out there with them.”

The two of them set to it, then changed into workout clothes and went out the back door to the barn.  “What do you think they’ll be teaching us now?” Coy asked as he and Vance made their way to join the others.

“Dunno.  But probably something good.”

When they reached the barn, Vance opened the door…and stopped so short that Coy ran into him from behind.  Bo and Luke were waiting for them on the huge soft-rubber mat they kept for wrestling practice, and both of them were as naked as the day they were born.

Vance’s eyes started out of his head.  His older cousins were both soft, but the meat between their legs was still a good four inches in length; he couldn’t think what they’d be like hard.  And their peckers were the only thing about them that was soft; the rest of their bodies were hard with muscle built working on the family farm.

Bo grinned.  “We always do it this way when Daisy and Uncle Jesse aren’t home,” he told them.  “More fun, and if it’s good enough for them Greeks, it’s good enough for us.”

“Right,” Luke said.  “Today’s going to be wrestling with a partner.  Rules are, when you’re not on the mat, you stay on your knees and one hand has to be touching the edge.  Coy, you’re on my side.  Vance, you’re with Bo.  Get stripped.”

Vance blushed, but he started to undress; Coy, of course, was out of his clothes before Vance was halfway out of his.  Cousin Coy reminded him of a puppy dog sometimes—all enthusiasm, not a lot of reflection.  He bounded over to Luke, who rolled his eyes a bit but led their youngest cousin to their corner of the mat.

He drew things out as long as he could, but finally, with all three of his cousins looking expectantly at him, Vance had only his drawers to go.  He closed his eyes, steeled himself…and pulled them down before Luke or Bo got it into their heads to help him along.  He blushed even harder now, but Luke snorted and said, “Don’t know why you’re so shy, cousin.  You sure got no cause to be.”

Luke led them in the round of stretches they usually did before they wrestled, finishing with a round of pushups to “get the blood going”.  Vance, of course, was trying not to get the blood going, especially not where it counted the most.  Finally, Bo slapped him on the back and said, “Come on, cousin!  Let’s teach these little boys how real men rassle!”