This could be classified as incest, first time, erotic couplings, romance, or whatever. I chose romance because that's how it all started...
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I didn't start out intending to be a scoundrel, man whore, family wrecking piece of shit, but I ended doing a good job of it. They say, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," but when I was scorned by a woman, another Biblical reference came to mind, "Though I walk through the valley of the the shadow of death I will fear no evil..." for I am the meanest sonofabitch in the valley.
The principals in this torrid affair are my cousin Jessica who was 18 when we met, her mother Becky and Becky's older son from another man, Logan, who was 21. And of course, me, Craig Lowell, dirty rat bastard.
My father Richard and Jessie's father William are brothers and the only two sons of Randolph Lowell, of "Lowell & Sons", a huge ranching operation in Western Nebraska near Scottsbluff. Their sister never really had much say in the running of the farm, and my dad was sent to Vietnam when he was 19 and William was allowed to stay behind and help work the ranch, mostly cutting my dad out. Dad did well for himself, however, using the GI Bill to go to college and becoming a successful attorney near Minneapolis.
I was not real excited about attending college when I graduated from high school. I wanted to join the Marines or become a rodeo clown or something- anything to get out of the big city.
And then Uncle William was trampled to death by a bull, and Grandpa Lowell had a near- fatal heart attack.
This young 18 year old high school graduate got half of his wish. I was being sent to Lowell Ranch to help out, to ride horses and avoid college, but I would not get to travel the world from Scottsbluff.
Grandpa was a tough old bastard but needed to slow down; and to put it kindly, Logan was a douchebag and couldn't be trusted; and Aunt Becky was a drunk, even before William's accident.
But Cousin Jessica was perfect in every way. Pure as fresh falling snow and way prettier than any girl I knew back home, Jessica instantly stole my heart. She was understandably fragile from all of the tragedy she had recently experienced, but through it all she could make me smile.
When I first arrived, she rode up on her horse and dismounted, and came up to shake my hand. Her skin was tender, not rough and calloused like I expected. She had fair skin, blonde hair, almost a white gold in some sort of a braid that draped over her left shoulder. The blue in her blouse matched the blue in her eyes. She had a very feminine body in tight blue jeans and I could see she probably had an ample set of breasts stuffed inside a sports bra under that blouse of hers. Her boots were worn from work. She was stunning. Absolutely beautiful, and I didn't care if we were blood relatives or not.
"Craig! Oh my, it's so nice to finally meet you- again, I mean. I haven't seen you since we were about 5!" As she spoke she kept pumping my hand, and then said, "Oh, heck, who cares!" and she pulled me in for a warm hug. I could feel her magnificent chest, and because of that, I could feel that my cock was tucked inside my pants wrong because it grew in an uncomfortable direction, all scrunched and shit.
"I, uh, I guess I really don't remember. I mean, I would definitely remember you," I said. It was one of the lamest and creepiest things out of my mouth as I was still staring at her.
Jessie blushed and tucked a flyaway strand of hair behind her right ear and smiled shyly. Then she said, "I suppose we should get you settled. Have they explained where you were going to stay?"
They gave me two choices, so I moved into the hired hand quarters attached to the machine shed. It had a single bedroom, a small kitchen, a dining/ living space and a small bathroom with a stand up shower. It was small, but it was private. I was expected to take meals in The Big House, but when I was in my quarters, I was to be left alone.
Being from the Twin Cities I had very little ranch or country boy experience, but Jessie took me under her wing. She taught me how to drive a tractor, which wasn't too hard because I had driven out here in my 5 speed manual transmission car. But learning to ride a horse was another matter.
Jessie and I spent all of our time together. She wanted to be a nurse or a chiropractor, but when her father was killed, she decided to stay on the ranch because Logan was pretty much worthless.
"As tits on a boar," I chimed in with. I was learning farm lingo, although that was one we used in the city as well, but now it had more meaning.
Jessie blushed at that. Maybe it was the use of the word "tits", but then I felt embarrassed also. In our long rides together, checking fence or herding cattle, we became real close. I knew all of her secrets, desires, hopes and dreams, and she knew mine, too. I did manage to keep my one fantasy- of being with her, in her- private though.
As fate would have it, I got thrown from my mount one day and luckily I didn't break anything, but the next morning I couldn't do chores. I couldn't move and the doctor was unavailable until the next day.
Aunt Becky's solution was for me to drink vodka, and Logan offered me some weed. Jessie used her hands and skills to adjust my spine once she decided nothing was broken.
Here I was, my chance to have Jessie touch me, and I didn't really care because I hurt so much. I still had my clothes on, and she directed me to remove my workshirt. I had a difficult time in doing so, but finally got it off. She felt my back through my tshirt and decided she needed to put some massage oil on my bare back, therefore I needed to remove my tshirt as well.
When she helped me get my shirt off, she saw my bare chest and gasped. I am built nicely, but never thought of myself as super handsome, which is partly why I thought about sex with Jessie as a stupid fantasy. We were related, and she was way out of my league.
Yet I knew she was still a virgin. Thinking about it that way, I was the only man in her life, blood relative or not. Maybe she felt the same way I did when I thought about her while alone in my shower at night...
"Is everything alright?" I asked. I feared she saw a rib sticking out of my back or something gruesome.
"No, I mean, yes. I mean..." Jessie said, all flustered.
"Craig, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything," I answered.
"Craig, why are you still a virgin? You had to have every girl in school wanting you," she blurted.
I was shocked, surprised, and suddenly aroused.
"Well, I will ask you the same thing. But to answer, I was average looking, shy, and not one of the super athletes that picked up all the girls," I said. "That's my excuse, what's yours. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, so why hasn't someone snatched you up and taken you away?"
She blushed at that, and said, "Do you really mean that? Am I...pretty?"
"Yes, but I said 'beautiful'. But 'pretty', 'kind', 'wonderful', 'fantastic' all apply. Jessie, when I first saw you, I fell in love. Cousin or not, you are the standard I will measure all future women by. And that's not fair because no one will ever measure up."
"Do you wish we weren't...related? If we weren't cousins, would you..." she started to ask.
"I would even though we are cousins, Jessie. I don't care. Even if it means the whole family disowns me for the rest of my life, for one moment with you, it would be worth it," I said, putting it all on the table.
"Me too," she said, slowly coming in for a kiss.
