Moonshine Tax

 

The moon hung low over the misty hills of the North Carolina backwoods, casting a silvery glow on the hidden clearing where the McCoy sisters ran their illicit operation. June, Mae, and April had inherited the family still from their pa, turning it into a thriving enterprise that kept the county buzzed and their pockets lined. The air was thick with the sweet, fermented scent of corn mash bubbling in the copper pot, steam rising like forbidden whispers into the night.

June McCoy, the youngest at 18, wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her blonde hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. She wore her signature overalls with nothing underneath, the straps barely containing her ample breasts as she bent over to stir the mash. Her toned stomach glistened under the lantern light, and her big butt swayed hypnotically with each movement. "Whoo-wee, sisters! This batch is gonna be smoother than a preacher's lie," she drawled, her voice laced with that perpetual buzz from the sips she'd already stolen. She dipped a tin cup into the cooling liquid, taking a long swig that sent a warm fire down her throat and straight to her core, making her glassy eyes sparkle with mischief.

Mae, 19 and the boldest of the trio, laughed heartily, her loose blonde waves bouncing as she adjusted the fire under the still. She was topless as usual, her massive boobs swinging freely with every tipsy stumble, nipples hardening in the cool night air. Her daisy duke shorts rode up high, hugging her round butt and leaving little to the imagination—nothing underneath, of course. "You got that right, June-bug. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Gotta test the proof first." She sauntered over, her long legs carrying her with a seductive stagger, and snatched the cup from June's hand. Tilting her head back, she poured the moonshine down her throat in one gulp, the excess dribbling down her chin and tracing fiery paths over her heaving chest. "Mmm, that's the stuff. Burns so good it makes a girl wanna sin." Her superiority complex shone through as she pressed against June, their bodies brushing in a way that sent electric sparks through both, her hand playfully squeezing her sister's narrow waist.

April, the eldest at 20, watched her sisters with her infectious sunny smile, her blue flannel shirt dress unbuttoned all the way, exposing her voluptuous curves without a bra in sight. Her red panties peeked out teasingly as she leaned against a tree, her shapely legs crossed at the ankles. She was already a few swigs in, her glassy eyes half-lidded with that delightful mix of ditziness and desire. "Oopsy-daisy, y'all are gonna make me jealous with all that tastin' without me!" she giggled, stumbling forward to join them. She grabbed a fresh jar, the liquid sloshing as she raised it to her lips, drinking deeply until her cheeks flushed deeper and a soft moan escaped her. The alcohol warmed her from the inside, making her body tingle, her generous backside jiggling as she danced a little jig. "This here's gonna fetch a pretty penny down at the hollow. But first... let's celebrate properly."

The sisters clinked jars, their laughter echoing through the woods. As the moonshine flowed, inhibitions melted away. June pulled Mae close, their sweat-slicked bodies pressing together, lips brushing in a heated kiss that tasted of corn and fire. Mae's hands roamed freely, cupping June's assets through the overalls, while April watched with a devilish grin before joining in, her fingers tracing the curve of Mae's butt, slipping under the shorts to tease the bare skin beneath. The still bubbled on, forgotten for a moment as they indulged in each other, bodies entwining in a tangle of limbs and soft gasps. June's work boots kicked off, her long legs wrapping around Mae's waist; April's shirt dress fell open completely, her voluptuous chest bouncing as she ground against them. The erotic haze of alcohol and desire turned the clearing into their private playground, moans mingling with the crackle of the fire.

But dawn brought business. With jars loaded into their old Ford truck, hidden under hay bales, the sisters set off to sell their wares. They hit the backroads, stopping at speakeasies and farmhouses, charming buyers with their smiles and samples. June leaned over the truck bed, her overalls slipping low to reveal more than intended, drawing whistles from the men. "This here's the good stuff, darlin'! One sip and you'll be seein' stars," she'd say, swigging from a bottle herself before passing it over. Mae, ever the flirt, would go topless under the pretense of the heat, her massive boobs drawing eyes as she haggled prices, her dominant personality sealing deals with a wink and a sway of her hips. April stumbled through transactions with her witty comebacks, her red panties flashing as she bent to hand over jars, turning every sale into a steamy encounter.

Word spread fast, and so did trouble. The revenuers—those pesky tax men from the government—had caught wind of the McCoys' operation. Joined by a g-man from the FBI and a t-man from Treasury, they formed a trio of straight-laced suits hell-bent on shutting down the still. The sisters were midway through a big sale at a roadside saloon when the agents burst in, badges flashing.

"There they are! The McCoy moonshine queens!" the revenuer barked, his eyes widening at the sight of the scantily clad sisters. June was bent over the pool table, assets on full display as she lined up a shot; Mae lounged on a stool, topless and swigging from a bottle; April danced clumsily to the jukebox, her shirt dress barely hanging on.

Mae narrowed her glassy eyes, her speech slurred but sharp. "Oh, you think you're tough, do ya? Come on then, show me what you got!" She slammed her bottle down, spilling moonshine that made the floor slick.

The agents lunged, but the sisters were quicker—or drunker, which amounted to the same. June laughed, knocking over chairs as she bolted for the door. "Didn't see that comin', did ya? Guess you were too busy admirin' us!" Her overalls slipped a strap, exposing one breast as she ran, distracting the t-man long enough for her to dodge his grab.

April giggled, swaying as she grabbed a pool cue. "You know what's the best part of bein' tipsy? Everything's just so... fluffy!" She swung it playfully, tripping the g-man with a well-timed stumble that sent him sprawling into a table. Her red panties rode up, flashing her generous backside, which only added to the chaos.

Mae, ever the leader, grabbed her sisters' hands. "No, no, no, darlin's, you're doin' it all wrong. Follow me!" They dashed out the back, piling into the truck amid shouts and gunfire that whizzed past. The engine roared to life, tires kicking up dust as they sped into the woods. The agents gave chase in their black sedans, but the McCoys knew these hills like the back of their hands—or the curve of each other's bodies.

Weaving through hidden trails, the sisters laughed hysterically, moonshine jars clinking in the back. June took the wheel, her long legs pumping the pedals, while Mae and April kept lookout, their bodies pressed close in the cab. "Look, I might seem like a mess, but I've got more brains than those fools even when I'm three sheets to the wind," June quipped, swerving around a fallen log that blocked the agents' path.

They lost the pursuers in a thicket, the sedans bogged down in mud. Back at the still, safe and exhilarated, the sisters celebrated their escape with more moonshine. Clothes came off in the heat of victory—June's overalls pooling at her boots, Mae's shorts discarded, April's dress tossed aside. They tumbled together on a blanket under the stars, bodies slick with sweat and liquor, exploring each other with hands and mouths. June's tongue traced Mae's toned stomach, dipping lower; Mae's fingers teased April's voluptuous chest, eliciting moans; April's lips found June's narrow waist, kissing down to her big butt. The night filled with their passionate cries, the moonshine fueling an orgy of sisterly love that burned hotter than any still fire.

In the end, the McCoy sisters reigned supreme, their moonshine empire untouched, their bonds unbreakable. And as the sun rose, they toasted to freedom, rebellion, and the sweet, intoxicating thrill of it all.

This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy. It contains works of fiction and artwork, and does not condone drug use sex under the influence- all of which can be harmful in real life. This post was made with AI