Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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DISCLAIMER - THIS IS AN EROTIC FICTION THAT DRAWS FOR OVER A CENTURY ACROSS THE UNITED STATES. ALL CHARACTERS INCLUDING THOSE HOLDING PUBLIC OFFICES ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE IS PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL.
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It was the summer of 1869. The blood fest that was the Civil War, had ended. A new President had been elected, the war hero General Ulysses Grant. Reconstruction in the South had begun. America was slowly healing.
Brandon Fitzgerald drank a little pint & stared at the empty streets of Scranton. The city of steel & smoke was going through turbulent times. There was a job crisis across the mid-Atlantic. The mood of despair had engulfed eastern America.
Brandon was a 32 year old Irish-American man. He was also a civil war veteran. At 5'9, with a pale complexion, blue eyes, broad chest & shoulders, a rectangular face covered by thick ginger beard he was the quintessential Irish-American who was living the "American Dream". Before it busted.
Brandon stared at the foggy streets at morning. His mind wasn't at ease. After his stint in the army, he had been working in the largest steel factory of Pennsylvania.
But now with the closures, he was out of work. And that was a cause of massive concern. It was not only himself that he had to think about. He was responsible for the feeding of two young boys.
It was at evening that day when he met his childhood friend Jimmy Walsh in the Bar Bluefox. A 34 year old second generation Irish American, he rapidly rose through the ranks & had become a councillor. A Democrat, he was the leading Irish-American figure in Scranton & was known for being a large hearted man, always helping friends & foes alike.
"Bran mate, I just heard what happened. It's terrible brother! What are you gonna do now?" asked Jimmy as he embraced Brandon & ordered two bourbon.
"I don't know mate. It's got fucked up. Can't even move to New York. The crisis is everywhere across the east. Don't know how I'm gonna feed my little cubs. Guess we all will starve," replied Brandon as he sipped the bourbon.
"Starve your enemy! As long as Jimmy Walsh is alive, no woe will fall on any Paddy! And you are my childhood buddy on top of that. I'm always there for you," said Jimmy with a concerned tone.
Brandon smiled a little & said, "Well what should I do mate? Don't have a job, don't have a wife & got two kids. It's a fucking mess man I tell ya."
Jimmy sat there drinking silently for a while & then said, "Well me guess you should head west. It's future I tell ya. They got a lot of stuff going on in there. Pretty sure you can get something going. Hell I've heard bums drifting their sorry butts there & making helluva fortune."
Brandon contemplated it. West. The frontier. He had heard that it was the land of honey & gold.
"But even if I were to drag myself & my lads west, I'd need a lot of money Jim & at this moment I ain't seeing them dollars," said Brandon sarcastically as he continued to drink.
"Well then when the hell will councillor Jimmy Walsh come to be of worth? I'll fund you Bran. I'll make sure you head west & start a new life man," said Jimmy visibly excited.
"But you too have to do something for me mate," he continued.
Brandon looked at him.
"You remember my little kid sister Nora?" asked Jimmy.
"How the hell can I forget that little devil? She literally put my pants on fire during St Paddy's Day!" replied Brandon laughing like a maniac.
Jimmy started unfolding slowly, "Well that little devil is now a young woman mate. And she's the age of marriage."
"What are you hinting at buddy?" asked Brandon.
Jimmy rubbed his hands & said, "Well let me put this straight Bran. Nora is now a young woman & I wanna get her engaged. The problem is that majority of young lads within our community are total losers & twats. Marrying my sister to one of them means sealing off her fate forever. I don't wanna do that to her. That's why I'm asking you to marry her. You're a decent lad. Hence I ask you this."
Brandon almost spilled his drink.
"What the hell mate? Jesus Christ Jim! How can I marry Nora?" remarked Brandon.
"Well why the hell not? She's a beautiful lass & well bred. She will take care of your household & give your lads a fine upbringing Bran," said Jimmy.
"And I'm gonna help you move west only if you marry Nora," said Jimmy finishing his drink.
"That's deception buddy!" replied Brandon.
"Call it whatever you like mate. But this is the deal," said Jimmy.
Brandon contemplated about the whole damn thing. He was a widower. Marrying Nora wouldn't hurt. On top of that marrying her meant a one way ticket to prosperity. This was his chance.
"Okay Jimmy. I will marry Nora. But you gotta move us west," said Brandon.
Jimmy embraced Brandon & kissed his cheeks.
"Thank you lad. Thank you so fucking much! Nora will be a happy woman. Yours will be a happy & complete family!" Jimmy said. He was mad with joy.
"When do you wanna tie the knot?" Jimmy asked.
"As soon as possible," replied Brandon.
Jimmy embraced him & left the store. For Brandon it was a wonderful deal that'd forever change his life.
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Brandon Fitzgerald was standing at Ranch Rio Dojo, San Diego, California. It had been a few weeks since he had married Nora Walsh.
Jimmy Walsh kept his word. He used his contacts in the West & bought one of the richest ranch in California, Ranch Rio Dojo for his brother-in-law & sister. He also made arrangements for Brandon's journey to the west. The couple bid adieu to Scranton, Jimmy & along with the two kids started the journey to California. Within a few weeks Brandon was the owner of a large ranch in San Diego & was making a fortune out of the agricultural business. An almost unbelievable comeback story.
The couple in the meantime hadn't found much time to talk leave alone make love. As it was a Sunday, hence Brandon called out Nora to come & sit on the porch.
For the first time Brandon observed Nora. She was a young, petite lass of 19. A curvaceous redhead with a voluptuous booty, she was a real head turner. But there was also a strange kind of innocence on her face & her green eyes had a mysterious spell in it.
She looked stellar in white shirt & a blue woolen skirt.
"Well well. How are you doing?" Brandon asked Nora.
"I'm doing fine thank you, Mr. Fitzgerald," replied Nora with her head bowed down.