This is a complete work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead, is completely coincidental. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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The morning sun coming through the window woke Ryan from his slumber. While the fog of sleep still enveloped him, he wondered where he was. As he awoke, he remembered he was in Montana at his uncle's ranch. Bill, and Suzanne weren't technically his uncle, and aunt. Bill and his dad were second cousins, but had grown up together following a tragic accident that had killed both his father's parents, and Bill's parents.
Ryan had jumped at the opportunity to spend the summer working on the ranch. He had only been here once before, and that was when he was six or seven. Occasionally, when his father had been in a reflective mood, he had reminisced about life growing up on a ranch. Those stories had always made Ryan yearn to come to Montana.
Several times over the years, Ryan had hopefully suggested the idea of coming to Montana for a vacation, but each time his mother had shot the idea down, preferring to travel abroad for their annual vacations.
Bill had picked him up at the bus stop in the wee hours of the morning, and brought him back to the ranch. By the time they had arrived, everyone was fast asleep, and Bill had put him in the spare room for the night. Ryan remembered lying there, trying to unwind from the trip.
He had fantasized about the girl that had gotten off the bus a few hours before him. She had been about his age, cute, and a body that made men drool. Occasionally he had been able to see her erect nipples popping through her thin blouse, and that had given him a huge erection.
As he lay there in the dark his erection returned, and his hand had slipped down to his cock and had begun to move up and down its length as he thought about the girl from the bus. The bed had begun to squeak a little as his hand picked up speed, and he hoped that no one could hear. He really needed to get off, but didn't want his relatives to think he was a wanking fool on his first night. It felt so good, his hand moving up and down his cock. He had felt his orgasm approaching, and had slowed down; he wanted the pleasure to last. When his orgasm came, it was very intense and was immensely satisfying. He had fallen into a deep sleep almost immediately afterwards.
He could hear sounds coming from downstairs; he glanced over at the clock, 6:00AM. He thought about rolling over and going back to sleep, but decided against it. Grabbing some clothes, he headed off to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
When he walked into the kitchen freshly showered, everyone was up, and sitting around the kitchen table. Suzanne jumped up from her chair and gave him a big hug, "Look at you! I think you've grown a couple of inches since the last time I saw you."
Ryan blushed, and hugged her back.
Bill and Jessica, or Jessi as she preferred to be called, were deeply immersed in a catalog. Jessi finally looked up and grinned, "Well looky here, middle of the day and you are finally out of bed."
Ryan grinned and sat down, "Yeah, yeah, let's pick on the city boy."
Uncle Bill looked up from the catalog, "We are going to put you out in the barn, we built a small apartment out there for the hired man. It'll give you some privacy. Your aunt and I have to run to town to get some parts, and some other stuff. Jessi is going to stay here and help you clean up your place in the barn."
It didn't escape Ryan's notice how Jessi had filled out. He guessed that she was about average in height, her light brown hair just touched her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes sparkled like the sun on a calm lake. She definitely had inherited her mother's figure. He thought she must have driven the boys wild in high school. He wondered how many guys had felt her up, and if she had gone all the way with any of them. A sudden stiffening in his jeans reminded him that he had better start thinking of something else.
"Anything we need to do while you are gone?" Ryan asked.
Bill shook his head. "Nope just get your new home in order, and then Jessi can show you around the place, and show you what we have going on."
Bill paused for a moment and looked at Jessi. "Take him up to the upper pasture, and make sure that little stream isn't blocked up again."
After Bill and Suzanne had left for town, Jessi gathered up a couple of mops, buckets, and all sorts of cleaning supplies and said, "Well let's get at it."
Ryan was happy with what he saw. The small living room connected directly with an equally small, but functional kitchen. The window in the bedroom looked out over corrals, and had a nice view of the mountains.
Ryan started on the kitchen while Jessi tackled the bathroom. It had taken all of the morning scrubbing and cleaning to get the small apartment cleaned up. About noon, they had the place looking respectable again.
"I like it." Ryan nodded his head and smiled at Jessi.
"I'm kind of jealous." Jessi put her hands on her hips and looked around. "I wouldn't mind living out here."
"It sure beats the dorm room I was living in."
Jessi gathered up the sheets and blankets from the bed, "I'll get some clean sheets and a couple of blankets and be right back."
Ryan looked over at the fridge, and groaned, he hadn't looked inside of it yet. He walked over and opened it, and was surprised to see that it was virtually empty, and spotless. Four bottles of beer were the only contents. The freezer was empty save a couple of empty ice cube trays.
Jessi returned with the fresh bedding, "Give me a hand making the bed."
As they were finishing with the bed Jessi stubbed her toe on something under the bed, she looked under the bed and fished a cardboard box from under the bed. She looked inside the box and grinned, "Hey, you're going to love this, something to make your lonely nights a little warmer."
Ryan gave her a quizzical look and then walked over and looked into the box. He felt his face redden as he saw it was full of porn magazines. He began to stammer something when Jessi laughed.
"Oh don't try to play innocent with me, I know you do it, I heard you last night."
Ryan reddened even more, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
Jessi laughed even harder, "Oh come on, I heard the bed springs squeaking in your room last night. Either you had a mystery girl in there last night, or you were playing with yourself."
Ryan's face was the color of a stop sign now, and he didn't know what to say. Although he didn't want to admit it, especially to Jessi, he was excited at what she had found, and couldn't wait to explore the contents of the box.
Jessi teased, "Well if you like, I can take it to the trash and burn it, that is if you don't want it."
Quickly shaking his head, "No, that's ok."
"I thought that might be your answer," grinned Jessi. She began pulling the magazines from the box. All of the magazines appeared to be hardcore porn with titles like,
Girls Who Love to Suck, Girls Who Crave Big Cock, Cum Crazee, and Big Tits Meet Big Cocks.
Ryan picked up one of the magazines and began looking through it, the first series was a busty young brown-haired woman jacking, and sucking two well hung men. Ryan's cock was fully hard, straining at his jeans. He licked his lips as he drank in the images in the magazine.
Jessi had continued pulling the magazines from the box, "Oh look, he has some videos too."
She looked up when she got no response from Ryan; he was totally engrossed in the magazine he was looking at. She looked down at the swollen bulge in his jeans and grinned, "Hey city boy!"
Ryan looked up at Jessi, "What?"
She giggled, and pointed at his crotch, "Would you like me to leave for a bit, while you take care of business."
Blushing even harder, Ryan put the magazine down, and with a touch of sarcasm in his voice, "No, I think I can control myself."
Tearing her eyes from the bulge in his jeans she pointed to the box, "There's a bunch of videotapes in here, too."
A look at the videos showed titles similar to the magazines,
Big Tit Bonanza, Oral Fest 2004, and Handjob Honeys.
Jessi giggled, "Well, these should keep you warm when the nights are chilly."
Ryan gulped, "Well, I suppose it's better than
Murder She Wrote
reruns."
Jessi was starting to feel a little flushed herself; there was nothing she would have loved more right now than watching one of the movies and teasing herself to orgasm. From the size of the bulge in Ryan's jeans he looked to have a decent sized cock, it had been all she could do to resist asking him to open his jeans. She wondered if he was circumcised. She would have loved to watch him stroke his organ to climax and watch his seed shooting in long white streams. Jessi had heard him masturbating last night, but what she didn't tell him was that she had played with herself while listening to him. She had heard him moan, and she knew exactly what that meant, he was cumming. Her orgasm had immediately followed. While he had fallen asleep immediately she lay, there for a while wondering what his cock looked like, what it would feel like in her hand, and mouth. She had been mildly ashamed of herself of thinking about her cousin in this way, and had tried to shake the thoughts from her head.
Jessi's thoughts returned to the present, and she found herself once again staring at the swollen bulge in Ryan's pants. He was too busy looking at the titles of the videos to notice where her eyes were glued.
She cleared her throat as she attempted to clear the carnal thoughts from her mind. "Well, if there is nothing else you need to do here now, we should head up to the upper pasture to check out the stream."
Ryan looked up and nodded. "Yeah, I guess we should."
Ryan began putting the magazines back into the box, there was nothing he would have loved more than sitting there stroking his cock looking at the magazines or the videos, but there would be plenty of time for that later on this evening. And it gave him something to look forward to.
After stashing the box back under the bed on Jessi's advice, they climbed into a battered pickup and headed out to the upper pasture. The road was a narrow and bumpy. To refer to it as a road was rather optimistic. It was more of a one-lane dirt trail. The old pickup bounced and shook as they drove along. Ryan sat in the passenger's seat; he would sneak peeks over at Jessi as she drove, her breasts jiggling delightfully with each bump. After about a half hour, the truck came to a stop, and Jessi motioned for him to get out.
They walked down to a small streambed where a mere trickle of water was flowing.
"Damn," Jessi said while looking upstream. "Must be jammed up again. We had a lot of snow this winter, and the run off has been heavy, it's cut away some of the banks up higher, and it's been hell keeping the stream open."
She turned and looked at Ryan. "We have to head on up higher, and I have a pretty good idea where the problem is. Jessi gave Ryan a smile. "Looks like you'll be earning your keep today."
Jessi was right. She had known precisely where the problem was. The heavy runoff had caused the stream to cut a new path. The bank had collapsed again, clogging it with dirt, and rocks.
Ryan had begun working with a pick, trying to clear a path while Jessi shoveled the mud, and small rocks away. He stopped working and peeled his shirt off. Even though the temperature was mild, the increased elevation made the work harder, and his t-shirt was almost soaked with sweat.
Jessi looked up and wiped the sweat from her face, "Guys are lucky, they can take their shirts off when they start getting hot."
Ryan looked over and grinned, and for the first time he sensed he had the advantage, "Well, no one's stopping you from taking your shirt off too."
Jessi was surprised at his response, her face reddened a little, "Yeah, well if I did, I wouldn't get any work out of you, and you would be too busy trying to stare at my boobs."
Ryan just grinned and got back to work.
