My name is Angie. I was a month away from my nineteenth birthday when the new neighbors started moving into their new house up the road. I had been watching them all morning trying to catch a glimpse of their son who was supposed to be a few years older than me. It was mid July in northern Pennsylvania, and we were off school for our summer vacation.

We lived in a rural community so a new neighbor was a big deal to us and currently there were no teenagers living along our road, so I was especially glad when someone with kids my age moved in. My dad and mom owned the farm where we lived and I was the youngest of four kids ... all girls. Susan was twenty five and lived in Virginia with her husband, Mary was twenty-three and also married, Diane was twenty-one and had moved away a year ago. Then there was me at almost seventeen. I was kind of a mistake. Mom and dad hadn't planned on any more kids after Diane since it looked like dad could only make girls. My sisters and I were Tomboys and helped dad around the farm as much as we could but last year Diane got married and moved away leaving me as the only child left at home. I thought my dad was handsome and mom was pretty or so my friends told me. I was the smallest of the group at only five feet two inches and barely a hundred pounds. The guys I dated told me I was cute, had a nice butt and great legs, but I had a problem .....I had these tiny tits. They were firm but not much more than bumps on my chest.

Anyway... as I watched them move into their new home, their son arrived... in his Jeep ...jacked up with huge tires, driving lights on top and so on. "Oh great," I thought, " ... a red neck."