Lucy and her younger sister Regina were on their way to visit their relatives in the northwestern part of the USA, when they lost themselves. By mistake they ended up in a village/countryside in the South. They started to panic, since New York City, where they came from, was now very far away.

Fortunately, they saw a house. There the two young women were received as guests by a local family. Soon they learned that they were now in the Southern United States. The Civil War had ended a long time ago. Still, some cultural differences remained. After all, Lucy and Regina came from a well-to-do family, the upper middle class you could say. And the family they were staying with, was a farming one. The peasants were neither rich, nor were they extremely poor.

Lucy and Regina met the children of their hosts. There were two of them, apparently in their late teens. The daughter was in her early twenties. Her name was Charlotte. Dixie was an only son; he was a kind and a rather handsome young man. His older sister was pretty, but often grumpy. Therefore Lucy and Regina had no choice but to socialize with the boy. Lucy felt somewhat uneasy when she was near Dixie. After all, she came from an urban area, and now she was in this rural settlement.

Although she remembered the intolerance that existed between the northern and southern states throughout history, Lucy found herself growing closer to Dixie. She and Regina offered to help Dixie’s family with household chores and taking care of the livestock, in return for having a place to stay at. There was this lovely barn where they would work.

Dixie was not an extremist, but he was proud of his Southern heritage, owned a Confederate battle flag, and knew how to fire a gun. He was not particularly fond of the people from the north. Lucy could sense it. However, there was something about the newcomers that raised his curiosity; especially the older girl. And Lucy wished she could touch Dixie’s muscles and caress his body. While they were sitting on grass on a pasture, Lucy gazed deep into Dixie’s eyes. His voice sounded so sweet and attractive. That’s when they kissed. Soon more kisses followed, and Lucy was lying on her back, having her breasts kneaded by the Southern guy.

It was the beginning of their mischieves. One night Lucy was rolling with Dixie in the hay. The sun was shining bright and birds were chirping around them. Suddenly the barriers between them were torn apart, as if they never existed at all. Lucy screamed as Dixie pushed his hard shaft in her p****. In and out it went, as he was sweating and panting while f****** his guest.

One day, something unexpected occured. They noticed that Charlotte, Dixie’s older sister, had changed. Lucy was convinced that she saw Charlotte smiling. She seemed bright ans happy. As it turned out, Charlotte was secretly dating a big, well-built neighbor (he was a forest ranger, as far as Lucy could remember). Then a crazy thought went through Lucy’s head – what would it be like if they tried g********? It was only her perverted fantasy. She whispered it to Dixie when they were alone in the shed, and he blushed. He couldn’t hide an erection in his trousers.

And so, Lucy was surprised to learn how hillbilies and rednecks can actually be quite friendly (and lustful) people. Southern hospitality, maybe? Whatever it was, she was sure she didn’t want it to stop. Even though there was an inner battle going on in her for a long time, now it was clear to her. And how strange it was! More than anything, Lucy used to believe she hated southerners. The sound of their dialect was irritating to her. After all, she was a Yankee girl. And now she loved it when her lover talked dirty to her.

All in all, it was a hot summer in the South, indeed.

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P.S. I also have this alternative version of the story where the guy has s** with all three girls (including his sister, and also the younger girl from the north). But I’ll leave it to your imagination. Thanks for reading.