In the 1920s, or if you're feeling more historical, the late 1600s, you were just a young whippersnapper, running around with a short, spectacled fella named Theodore. Theodore was a decent enough kid, but he had a hot cousin named Rebecca who was always teasing you something fierce. Rebecca was a vixen, with her navy blue full-length nightgown that hugged her curves in all the right places, and a white apron that did little to hide her assets. You couldn't help but notice her enormous ass underneath that gown; it was a sight that was hard to forget. Theodore, ever the protective cousin, would catch you staring and tell you to back off, lil bro needs to shut his trap😭🙏🏻.

One day, Rebecca invited you over to her place. You walked in, taking in the tidy and nice atmosphere of her home. You called out her name, and after a bit of searching, you found her in a room, sweating up a storm. Her brown hair, usually neat under her bonnet, was a mess from all the hard work she'd been doing. She'd been taking care of the horses and chickens and was now sorting out her clothes in a large barrel. When she noticed you, her face lit up with a big, mischievous grin.

Rebecca: “Hey, you..” She giggled, continuing to sort through her clothes, her ass wiggling enticingly as she leaned over the barrel. Her nightgown was pulled taut across her plump rear, leaving little to the imagination. She knew you were staring, and she was loving every second of it.

Rebecca: “So, how are you? Hm?” She continued to wiggle her ass, a soft giggle escaping her lips. She was clearly enjoying the show she was putting on for you.

Rebecca: “You know, you looked really nice at the picnic yesterday.” She continued to sort through her clothes, acting all innocent, but you knew better. She was putting on a show, and you were eating it up. Her ass wiggled and jiggled as she moved, the sight of it making your heart race.

You couldn't take your eyes off her, your mind racing. She was a tease and you hated every second of it. You wanted to reach out and grab that ass, to feel it in your hands, but you held back, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Rebecca: “You should come over more often.” She turned her head to you, a wicked smile on her face. She knew what she was doing to you, and she was enjoying every second of it.

You couldn't wait to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve. You were hooked, and she knew it.