Montana Summer Ch. 07

Jessi climbed up onto the stall next to Bernie's, "That is one sad horse you have there cowboy."

Ryan looked at Jessi with almost a hurt expression, "What do you mean, I think he is a fine horse."

Jessi laughed, "He was a fine horse, but now he is just a spoiled mooch."

Ryan looked at Bernie and stroked his forehead, "You don't listen to her fella, she's just jealous that I don't bring her apples and carrots."

Ryan amazed Jessi; she had to keep reminding herself that he hadn't grown up on a ranch. She could see the bond between Bernie and Ryan; she chuckled to herself as she looked at Ryan and Bernie, a cowboy and his horse. She felt a burning in her eyes, suddenly she was quite touched by the relationship that Ryan had with the horse. It was same relationship she had with her own horse.

"A few weeks ago dad and I would have told you that Bernie is a horse past his prime, but you've done something to him," she hopped down off of the stall she had been sitting on, patted Bernie's rump, and kissed Ryan softly on the cheek, "And something to me."

Ryan watched Jessi leave, his heart seemed to flood with emotion as she walked out of the barn, he looked back at Bernie, "Maybe I should take her apples and carrots."

Bernie seemed to recognize the word apple and nudged Ryan's arm, Ryan laughed and began to feed the horse pieces of apple, "Okay I know, you don't want to share the apples with anyone."

After Ryan had finished grooming Bernie he led him out of the barn, and into the corral with the other horses. Bernie went into the corral with his head high, there was almost a strut in his step. Ryan closed the gate that led from the barn to the corral, and then sat atop the top rail watching the horses. He had never realized that animals could have personalities.

Uncle Bill met his daughter on the porch of the house, "How did it go with Walter today?"

"It went great, Ryan really got the hang of it quick," Jessi answered.

Uncle Bill rubbed his hands together, "Good, it's about time we had someone from this place in the rodeo again."

Jessi laughed, "But you have to see Ryan with Bernie, it's almost pathetic, it's like watching a boy with his first puppy."

Uncle Bill raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

Jessi nodded, "Yup."

Uncle Bill turned from the house and headed for the barn. When he got to the barn Bernie was trotting around the corral, his head high, and mane flowing. You could almost see Bernie telling the other horses that there was a new sheriff in town.

"You like that horse don't you?" Uncle Bill looked up at Ryan.

Ryan hadn't heard his uncle approaching and was surprised to hear his voice, he looked down, "Yes, I really do."

Uncle Bill watched Bernie, and like his daughter, was quite surprised at Bernie's rebirth over the past few days. He looked up at Ryan, "Well, he's your horse now."

Ryan gave his uncle a quizzical look.

"He is your horse now, I'll sign the papers over to you," Uncle Bill smiled, "The only condition is that you pay the apple bill from now on."

"I don't know quite what to say," Ryan replied, "Thank you."

His own horse. Wow! He had never had as much as a dog growing up, his mother had always referred to any potential pet as a filthy animal.

"What's left to be done out here?" Uncle Bill asked.

"I have load some hay, and grain up for the horses, Walt and Jessi took care of the cattle. We need to check on that automatic filler for the cattle, it's sticking again. I'll make sure their water is full before I finish up," Ryan replied.

"Well, I'll go in and get cleaned up then," Uncle Bill walked in the direction of the house. He stopped part way, and turned and studied Ryan, who was still sitting on the corral fence. Ryan's mannerisms, the way he talked, the way he walked, it was all so familiar.

The setting sun painted the mountains with an orange glow; Ryan thought it almost looked like the mountains were on fire. He had finished feeding the horses, and had checked the water in the trough for the cattle. The work was done; another day had come to an end. He loved that there was no real sense of time out here, work started when it was light, and ended when the work was done, or it was just too damned dark to see.

He had never felt this alive before; he was feeling things he had never imagined before. The grandeur of the mountains humbled him; he had felt a connection with the mountains from the first day he had arrived. Since his encounter with Mato, his spirit guide he felt a deeper reverence for the land, and the mountains. He was beginning to understand some of what he had been shown. Land, it was the key to life, without the land there was nothing. Before he got to the ranch dirt was dirt, dirt meant dirty, now dirt was life. Life sprang forth from the dirt, that life gave others life. He knelt down and picked a handful of dirt and smelled it, it was the smell of life.

He gazed up at the mountains, still and silent in their majesty, each one with it's own distinct look. He wondered how many generations had the mountains' witnessed coming and going. A man's life wouldn't even be a blink of an eye in the life of a mountain.

After supper Ryan had gone back outside and had sat in the swing on the porch. Jessi had come out a few minutes later and sat down beside him.

"Hey cowboy, penny for your thoughts," Jessi had looked at his eyes, and he had looked like he was a million miles away.

Ryan smiled at Jessi, "Oh, I was just thinking about...just everything. Stop teasing me, I know I'm not a cowboy."

Jessi chuckled, "You may not think so, but you're more of a cowboy than most of the so called cowboys around here."

Ryan cast a doubtful look at his cousin.

"Watching you today with your mooch of a horse," Jessi shook her head and paused for a moment, "It was incredible to watch, you work so well together, it's hard to tell where the horse stops and the man begins. There's a lot of guys around here strutting around wearing jeans, and boots, with a big hat on their heads that like to think they're cowboys. There's damned few that can do what you are doing out there, so when I call you cowboy, it's because you are a cowboy, and it's meant to be a compliment."

Ryan looked into Jessi's eyes, and then smiled, "Thanks. Coming from you, that means a lot."

Jessi grabbed the blanket that was beside the swing and placed it over her and Ryan. She leaned her head onto his shoulder. More and more she enjoyed being with him, at first it was just the sex, and she loved the sex with him, right from the start. Now it was more, she enjoyed being with him; her heart would flutter when she would see him. His naiveté was still there, honest to a fault, but that had been joined with a steely resolve, a self-assuredness that he didn't even seem to be aware of.

"Were you ever in love?" the moment Jessi said it she wished that she hadn't.

"No," Ryan shook his head, "Not really, I had a couple of crushes, but the girls didn't even know I existed."

She cuddled closer to Ryan, and softly whispered, "Put your arm around me and just hold me," the thought of being his first real love warmed her soul.

Uncle Bill peeked out the window and Aunt Suzanne's voice was anxious, "What are they doing out there?"

Uncle Bill jumped about a foot in the air, "Damn it women, you shouldn't sneak up on me like that. They are just sitting in the swing talking."

"Sneak up on you," Aunt Suzanne cast a dour look at her husband, "I could have been banging on a skillet with a hammer, and you still wouldn't have heard me."

Uncle Bill just shook his head and rolled his eyes at his wife.

"Shouldn't you go out there," Aunt Suzanne pointed towards the porch.

"Leave them be," Uncle Bill had a touch of melancholy in his voice, "They're not doing anything, let them have a little happiness, after all Roy and ..." his voice trailed off.

Bill peeked outside one more time, and then retired to his chair, and paper. He knew there were feelings between his daughter, and his nephew. He saw it every time they were together.

Ryan and Jessi were quiet for the most part, just swinging and looking up at the stars. It felt good to hold Jessi in his arms, although the fires of lust lurked just below the surface, this was different. This felt like what was meant to be.

Jessi kissed Ryan softly on the cheek, "I need to go to bed."

"So do I," Ryan replied, "I could have just sat here all night holding you."

"That would have been nice," Jessi smiled, then her voice changed, a gentle loving voice, "What would have been nicer would to have you hold me in bed for the whole night."

"Mmm, that would be nice too," Ryan closed his eyes and imagined the two of them in bed, naked, their bodies against each other.

Jessi stood up, and so did Ryan, she put her arms around his waist and looked into his eyes, "Goodnight cowboy."

Ryan put his arms around Jessi and looked down at her, "Goodnight cowgirl."

Their lips met, softly at first, the passion slowly building, and Ryan's tongue slipped between Jessi's lips and into her mouth. Jessi flicked her tongue against his, pressing her body tightly against his. Deeper and deeper his tongue thrust into her mouth, their tongues danced a dance of love, and lust. Their bodies pressed tightly together, their arms, and hands moved over each other as they kissed.

As the kiss ended Jessi could feel her heart racing, she felt dizzy, she felt wild, "Damn, I love you cowboy."

Ryan was no better off; his pulse was like a trip hammer at full speed. He felt his erection swelling in his jeans, "And I love you too cowgirl."

Jessi placed her hand on the front of jeans and felt the swollen bulge, "I wish I could do something with that tonight..."

"Me too," Ryan replied, "But it's okay, maybe we will have some time to ourselves tomorrow."

They kissed again before Jessi walked into the house. Jessi felt like she was floating as she walked up to her room.

Becky had just gotten into bed when she heard a knock at her door, "Come in."

Stan walked into her room, he looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair was still wet, "Becky, I've come to apologize."

Becky gave Stan a funny look, "Apologize? For what?"

Stan cast his eyes towards the floor, "For the other night, in the motel."

"Oh, that," Becky's tone softened, "You don't have to apologize."

"Well, it wasn't right, I shouldn't have let things go as far as they did," Stan was still staring at the floor.

Just thinking of that night gave Becky goose bumps. She had given her brother a hand job while he had finger-fucked her to an orgasm. She could still see his cum shooting from the tip of his cock in long, high arcs.

"Stan, I enjoyed it, didn't you?" Becky knew she had to be careful and not press to hard.

Stan looked up, and nodded. He thought he could make out her nipples hardening under her t-shirt. "Yes, I did enjoy it, but that still doesn't make it right."

Becky could feel his gaze on her breasts; she wished she had worn something a little more sheer; she wanted him to be able to see her tits. She ran her eyes down his body, there was definitely something growing in his groin. A little fire began to ignite deep inside of Becky

As Stan stared at Becky's nipples that were making little tents in her t-shirt, he could feel his erection beginning to swell in his boxers that he used for sleeping. He didn't want to get hard, at least not right now, maybe later when he was alone in his room. There just wasn't a whole lot Stan could do about it, the more he concentrated on making his erection disappear the harder he got.

Becky made her voice as small, and as innocent as possible, "I liked touching you Stan, and I liked it when you touched me. Did you enjoy feeling me up, and then playing with my wet pussy?"

She had a pretty good idea what effect that would have on Stan, and that's what she wanted. The night at the motel wasn't enough to curb her cravings for her older brother; there was more she wanted to do with him, so very much more. Becky wanted to feel his swollen cock in her mouth, she wanted to feel his inflated organ sliding over her lips and touching the back of her throat. She wanted to feel him filling her mouth with his cum, she wanted to taste him, and she could feel her pussy becoming wet.

Stan's resolve began to slowly melt, like a snowdrift in the April sun, "Yes, it felt great, what can I say, you have a beautiful pair of ti..., I mean breasts."

Becky smiled gently, "It's okay Stan, you can call them tits, I don't mind, and I'm glad you think they are beautiful."

Becky's hands went to her breasts and she squeezed gently together. She was sure she saw a further rise in Stan's boxers.

"I liked how your hands felt when you touched me for the first time. It made me even wetter than I already was," Becky tried to remain looking innocent.

Just remembering how Becky's breasts had felt in his hands made Stan's manhood swell even more, he shook his head, like he was trying to break the spell, and his voice cracked slightly, "I need to go"

"Why do you need to go?" Becky asked, she was worried that he might be serious.

Stan looked at Becky, and licked his lips nervously, "Because I'm starting to get...excited."

Becky tried to look understanding, "Is your cock getting hard Stan? Is thinking about what we did turning you on Stan?"

He nodded, "Yes, it is turning me on, and you know it's getting hard," he self-consciously tried to hide his growing hard-on with his hands. Just the way she said the word cock melted his resolve even further.

"Would you like me to give you another hand-job Stan? Isn't that why you really came here?" Becky hoped that she was causing him to weaken.

Stan's cock was aching now; it was fully erect at this point, and crying for relief. Stan might care who got him off, but right now Stan's cock didn't care, Stan's cock wanted someone, anyone to take care of its current condition.

"No! That's not why I came here!" Stan looked around the room, almost like he was looking for another exit. He sighed softly, "I don't know why I came here, and maybe it was to prove to myself that I am stronger than I really am.

Stan's hands dropped away from the front of his boxers, his cock was threatening to poke out the front. The sight of the bulge made Becky even wetter than she already was.

It took all of Becky's willpower to move her eyes off of the huge bulge in his boxers, and to look into his eyes, "Would you like to see my tits again?"

No words came from Stan's mouth, he just nodded. Becky smiled and pulled her t-shirt off exposing her bare breasts to her brother.

"Can I touch your cock again?" her voice was full of anticipation.

Stan hesitated, and then pulled his long boxers down and let them drop to the floor. His cock was fully erect, and stood out proudly, the knob was already purple, and swollen, and wet with his pre-cum. Stan walked over to Becky's bed, Becky lifted the blanket up and motioned for him to get in.

As her hand grasped his rock hard cock she whispered, "I like touching your cock Stan, you have no idea how much it turns me on," her hand moved up and down his hard, smooth shaft, "I like jacking your hard fucking cock Stan, it makes my cunt wet."

Stan was taken aback for a moment at Becky's language, but he liked it, it turned him on, he reached over and began to fondle her rock hard nipples, "I like how your tits feel in my hands."

"Feel my hot, wet cunt Stan, finger me Stan, fuck me with your fingers," Becky was turned on to the point of being wild.

Stan slipped his hand down his sister's pajama bottoms and found her pussy already wet, and slippery, he began to finger her slit with his middle finger. Each time his finger rubbed over her engorged clit he could feel her hips move.

"Do you like me jacking your big, hard dick Stan?" Becky whispered, and her hand moved up and down the length of his cock, every few strokes Becky would let her hand slide up over his plum like cock-head and rub his slippery pre-cum on the palm of her hand.

"Oh fuck yes, it feels great," Stan responded, "Can I suck your nipples?"

Becky loved what she was hearing, "Suck them Stan, I want you to bite them, it really turns me on."

Stan continued fucking his sister with his finger as his mouth went to one of her breasts. He opened his mouth and tried to suck in as much of her breast as he could. Stan liked how her firm, round tits felt in his hands, and mouth. He pulled his mouth slowly off until just the nipple was left. His tongue flicked at the tip of her nipple as his teeth clamped gently down, he could feel her body tense, and he heard a low moan as he bit a little harder.

Becky's eyes were glued on Stan's cock, she liked watching her hand traveling up and down the shaft, then all the way over the head in a twisting motion, capturing all of his wet, slippery goo, and then stroking again. Stan's fingering was really turning her on; she knew she would be cumming soon.

Becky closed her eyes, she felt her hips beginning to hump Stan's hand, "Oh fuck," she cried out, "I'm fucking cumming too soon."

Stan was almost panting, "Oh yeah Becky, cum for me, I want to see you cum," his finger quickly moving in tiny circles around her swollen clitty.

He sucked harder, and even bit down harder on her nipples, he pulled on them with his teeth. He squeezed her one breast hard with his free hand, kneading it roughly as he fingered her even faster.

Her hand left his cock, and she grabbed the hand that was fucking her wet cunny and began to hump it as she came.

"Oh fuck Stan, I'm cumming for you Stan, oh fuck, oh fuck," Becky cried out loudly as felt her body climaxing.

Stan was surprised at the intensity of Becky's orgasm; she had his hand locked in her hands while her hips humped hard against his finger. He could feel her jamming her clit against his knuckle as she started shaking.

"Oh yeah Becky, cum, I want you to cum hard," Stan was breathless; he found it incredible that he was getting his sister off. He loved it, feeling her cum against his hand.

As soon as Becky's climax had passed she reached for his cock again and began to jack it up and down quickly, "Can I suck your cock Stan?" her hand gripped him a little harder, and her strokes increased in speed.

"Yessss," Stan was extremely turned on by now. He loved having his cock sucked, and since Lindsey had gotten good at it, Stan had been in his glory. Something about watching his cock disappear into someone else's mouth really turned him on.

Becky slid down, opened her mouth wide, and slid his stiff erection into her mouth. The way it felt in her mouth was incredible; it didn't quite hurt her jaws as much as Ryan's cock did. Her head began to bob up and down, her tongue twirled at the underside of his shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth.

"God yes Becky, suck my cock, that feels so incredible," Stan was losing any sense of composure, "I didn't know you were so good at sucking cock."

Becky reached down and began to play with her clit; it turned her on again to hear Stan speaking such filthy things to her, and it turned her on even more to talk dirty to her brother.

She paused her sucking, and gazed up at Stan, "Oh yes Stan, I am a good cocksucker, I love sucking your big, hard, cock. Keep talking dirty to me, I like it."

That drove Stan even wilder, "Yes Becky, keep sucking my big cock. I want to cum in your hot, wet mouth, I'd love to cum on your face, would you like that Becky? Would you like to feel my cum spurting on your face?"

Becky sucked harder and faster, the things he was saying to her made her hotter, and hotter, she wanted to feel her brother cum, she wanted to taste his cum, and she wanted to feel him coat the inside of her mouth with his jizz. Her finger was hard and fast on her clit, she wanted to cum again with his cock in her mouth.