Chapter 4

"Son, we've got that stretch of fence up near the ridge that we have gotta replace today," Bart announced early the next morning as he put his arm around Junior's shoulders. "If you, Andy and me all get to work on, we oughta get it finished by noon."

"Dad, I don't feel so good," the young man complained.

That so? What's the matter."

"It's my stomach. Touch of the flu, maybe."

"Nobody else around here is sick," Bart said skeptically.

"I know. But, dang it, I can't help how I feel."

"Okay. Andy and I will take care of the fence. Maybe if Lash ain't too busy, I'll have him help us."

The elder Halverson walked out, his heavy boots thudding across the porch. One of his weaknesses was the way he sometimes indulged his younger son, who bore his name.

Grinning to himself, Junior turned and headed back to the dining room where Maureen and Cathy were still seated at the large table, conversing over coffee. Junior sat down, also. At first neither of them paid any attention to him.

Cathy, in fact, had hardly looked at him all through breakfast. It had been the same last night at dinner. But he would get back on her good side in a little while, he vowed.

Finally Maureen glanced his way, and she asked, "Aren't you going to work?"

"Not today," he said. "I don't feel too good."

"You mean, you don't feel too ambitious. I don't know why your father lets you get away with goofing off."

"I ain't goofin' off," Junior maintained stoutly. "I'm sick." Maureen shrugged.

Cathy glanced at the young man, caught his quick smile and stonily looked away.

She remembered how he'd looked yesterday in the straw pile with his stiff penis sticking out of his pants, and she started to blush. She got up from the table.

"How about a horseback ride later?" Maureen suggested as she also stood. "All right," Cathy said.

She didn't feel like associating with Maureen after the way she'd behaved last night and the night before, but she couldn't stay by herself all the time. Anyway, it was her own fault for spying, Cathy concluded. She would try to forget what she'd seen and make it a rule never to peep again.

Maureen gave her a smile and went out to the kitchen to discuss dinner plans with Luisa.

Junior moved over beside Cathy. "Say, I'm real sorry about yesterday," he said.

She looked at him sharply. "Well, you should be!"

"I had no right to try to force things."

"I'd rather not discuss it," Cathy said, and turned away.

"I just don't want you to be mad at me."

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm not mad-as long as you don't ever try anything like that again."

"Don't worry," he assured her. "I've learned my lesson. Hey-how about goin' riding with me instead of Maureen?"

She looked at him. "You're sick, aren't you?"

He grinned engagingly. "I feel better now."

"Maybe the three of us can go."

Now why did I tell him that? she asked herself immediately. I've broken one of my promises already. But then she assured herself that it was all right, because he'd apologized. Anyway, Maureen would be with them.

Junior agreed to her suggestion because this seemed to be the best deal he could get. Cathy was still probably too skittish to go anywhere with him alone, he figured. But once they were out in the back country, he could pull some kind of trick on Maureen and get her to take off alone. Then he would jump Cathy by surprise again, like yesterday. Only this time he'd go all the way with her and make her like it. After that, there wouldn't be any more sniveling and pouting to put up with. She'd be hot to do it with him whenever he snapped his fingers. Hadn't the girls at Madam's always told him what a great stud he was? If they appreciated him so much, knowing as many guys as they did, think of how Cathy would feel once she got his stiff cock up her tight little snatch!

Yeah! It almost gave him a hard-on just to think about it.

The sun was brilliant in the clear blue sky as the three riders set out on the trail that headed up through Ransom Gap. Their destination was a secluded patch of woods with a sprint and a meandering little creek that furnished water for the cattle that grazed on the prairie below.

The climb wasn't a difficult one, but it took the riders nearly two hours to reach their goal. Once there, they gratefully dismounted and relaxed under the trees.

This is so beautiful!" Cathy exclaimed. "I had no idea there were places like this practically on the desert."

"It's high desert," Maureen explained. "That's why the summers aren't too warm here, and there's good grazing. We have several pretty spots like this on our land."

Junior sprawled on the grass and gazed at Cathy while she looked at the creek and the sheltering trees.

"We seem to be cut off from everything up here," Cathy said.

"The house isn't too far away. The trail we took did a lot of winding."

This remark of Maureen's provided Junior an opening for the suggestion he'd been wanting to make. He spoke up quickly. "There's another trail that's a lot more direct, but you women ain't good enough on horseback to tackle it."

"Who isn't good enough?" Maureen shot back, resenting the implication that she couldn't ride as well as any man on the ranch.

Junior grinned. "You know you're chicken to take that steep route. You wouldn't be able to control your horse."

The alternate trail wasn't all that dangerous, and Junior knew it. Maureen could negotiate it without trouble.

"I wouldn't let Cathy go that way, because she's not an experienced rider," said Maureen. "But I wouldn't hesitate to take it myself."

"Okay, Maureen, I'm gonna call your bluff," Junior said. "You take the route back. Cathy and I will go back the way we came. If we don't find you at the house waitin' for us, I'll ride out and look for you."

"I'll beat you to the house, all right," Maureen promised.

"Now, wait a minute," Cathy spoke up. "Why can't we all stay together?"

"I want to prove to this smarty that I'm as good a rider as he is," Maureen said. "Anyway, you cousins can get along without me, I'm sure."

She mentioned' what she chose to regard as a cousinly relationship between them because she wanted to discourage any wrong ideas on Junior's part-just in case. She was thinking about Bart's concern over the matter.

Cathy began to get a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, and she looked at Junior. He was grinning at her in his cocky way.

She was about to tell Maureen that she didn't want to be left alone with him, but decided against it because it would strengthen her uncle's suspicion about her causing trouble with his sons. No, this was something she would have to handle by herself. She would simply tell Junior in no uncertain terms that she wasn't interested in sex, and he would have to leave her alone. Surely he wouldn't dare rape her, if it came down to that!

Maureen noted that Cathy was a little tense, and she wondered if the young girl was actually concerned about being left alone with Junior at this secluded spot. Well, nothing could happen once they got on the trail, Maureen decided. There were no grassy places to stop along the way. So all would be well, provided they left for the house at the same time she did.

Junior's thoughts were running along the same line. When Maureen remarked that it was time to mount up, he replied, "You go on ahead. Cathy and I will be leavin' in a few minutes. I don't feel like gettin onto my horse just yet, and I'm sure Cathy won't mind spendin' a little more time here-it's so pretty." He grinned.

Cathy gave him a quick look, then glanced at Maureen. There was fear in the young girl's eyes.

Maureen decided on a course of conduct that wasn't completely ethical but would satisfy the small doubts she had about Junior and about Cathy's effect on him.

"Okay, I'll see you at the house," she said, and climbed onto her horse. She gave them a wave and headed in the direction of the shortcut trail.

As her horse disappeared from view around a pile of boulders, Cathy glanced apprehensively at Junior.

"Pretty slick the way I got rid of her, wasn't it?" he said, lolling insolently on the grass.

"I don't know what you have in mind," Cathy replied in tart tones, "but nothing's going to happen between you and me-now or ever. I don't believe in sex."

He blinked. "Huh?"

"You heard me. I don't believe in sex." She spoke the sentence slowly and carefully this time, emphasizing every word.

He tilted back his head and laughed.

This angered her, and she demanded, "What's so funny?"

"Baby, you can't believe or disbelieve in sex. It's a fact of life, as they say. I'm a male, and you're a female. You've just gotta naturally take note of that."

"Maybe you do, but I don't," she sniffed. "Anyway, I think it's time we were leaving." She made a move to get up.

Junior reacted with unexpected speed, scooting across the grass and wrapping his arms around her. She gasped. Little erotic impulses started coursing through her, the same as yesterday, but she was prepared for them this time and was determined not to give them a chance.

"Let go of me, Bart Halverson, Junior!" she said, adopting as frosty a tone and as stiff a manner as possible.

He kept his strong arms around her and continued to grin-right up to the point where his lips met hers and his tongue sank sensually into her warm, honeyed mouth. A jolt of heightened desire slammed through her, but she struggled against it. She clawed at him to try to make him turn her loose.

He was strong, and he was able to hold her with one arm while keeping his mouth firmly positioned on hers. The pressure he exerted kept her from twisting her head away. With his free hand he reached for her breasts and caught hold of one of the jutting mounds. He squeezed it through her blouse and bra.

Her breast burst into warmth, and the nipple came up stiff and hard against the abrasive fabric of her bra. Still, she kept on trying to resist him. Finally she succeeded in tearing her mouth off his, and she wrenched partially free of his hold. But this exertion threw her off balance, and a little push from him toppled her onto her back in the soft grass.

She fought with the tenacity of a cornered wildcat, but he was all over her-touching her everywhere and pulling at her clothes. He got her blouse open and ran his hand inside it, onto the fully packed cups of her brassiere. His squeezing, stroking fingers turned her breasts into balls of fire, and she became aware of a moistness between her thighs, plastering the crotch of her silk panties against her tingling vulva.

She seemed to be fighting her body as much as she was fighting him. That was the disconcerting part of it. Her body wanted to surrender! But she mustn't, and she continued to fight with greater urgency than she'd mustered the day before.

Junior's determination was greater, also. He'd been prepared for a struggle, and his male wisdom told him that he would have to win it here and now if he was ever to have this girl. He wanted her more strongly than ever. All his experience to date had been with whores, and Cathy's sweet innocence offered such a refreshing change and challenge that he couldn't keep from going after her.

His cock pressed aggressively against the confinement of his clothes, and Cathy felt it as they writhed together. This had the effect of frightening and titillating her at the same time.

She kept trying to claw him, but missed. She did land a few blows, and she kicked him a couple of times, but for the most part he was having his way with her, opening the top of her blue jeans and beginning to pull them off.

She felt her head growing light, and she feared she wouldn't be able to hold out against his determined onslaught. Worse than that, she didn't really want to hold out, though she knew she should.

He pulled off her boots, then reared back and hauled her snug jeans down her legs. She tried to kick him again but the pants virtually prohibited this as they were wound about her calves. Finally he pulled them off, and she was stripped to nothing below her waist but a pair of thin nylon briefs.

With her shirt flapping open, she twisted onto her knees and scrambled to her feet. She started to run, but Junior quickly got up and took after her. His confining Levi's caused his hard cock to pain him as he tried to run. Cursing, he yanked open his fly and lets his swollen penis out. It lifted and stretched to full extension as he pursued Cathy toward the edge of the clearing.

He watched her ass twisting and quivering in her nearly transparent peach-colored panties, and the sight fired him to a point approaching madness. When he drew close enough, he dived, tackling her around the legs, bringing her down in the soft grass. He landed partially on top of her.

She lay on her belly, and her buttocks quivered in their filmy covering as she struggled to get up. He gazed at her sassy ass and grinned. Then he lifted his hand and brought it down once, and twice, across her bouncy bottom, making her flesh sting and giving her a sense of humiliation that was strangely mixed with sexual arousal.

He laughed and grasped the back of her panty waistband. He pulled the elastic down, baring her smooth, pale buttocks and the alluring crack between them. His cock twitched and drooled its excitement as it towered through his fly ...

Maureen had been waiting a short distance down the trail. She was deliberately giving Junior and Cathy enough time to start fooling around, if that was what they (or he) intended to do, but not enough time, she judged to really get into trouble. Now she turned her horse and directed it back along the trail toward the clearing. Just before she reached the open area, she reined her animal to a stop behind the rocks and dismounted.

She cautiously edged around the pile of boulders and looked out across the grassy meadow. Not seeing the young people next to the creek, she concluded with relief that they must have started back to the house along the other trail. But then she noticed their horses had wandered into the edge of the woods. The animals were quietly grazing.

She was about to step out and call to Junior and Cathy when, with a shock, she saw the two young people wrestling in the grass. She recognized Junior's bobbing tousled head. Her sense of shock increased as Cathy's bare buttocks suddenly rose into view.

Good God! Maureen thought. He's trying to fuck her right here!

Maureen rushed into the clearing, running desperately toward the young people. She didn't know yet what she was going to do, but she had to stop them somehow. Cathy was a virgin, and if Junior were to take her cherry it would produce exactly the sort of involvement Bart was afraid of. This would make bad trouble between Bart and herself, since she'd talked him into letting Cathy remain on the ranch. And it might well ruin Cathy's life in the bargain.

As she neared the struggling young pair, she saw Junior's prick sticking out of his Levi's and quivering with the lust of youth. Maureen turned to butter inside. He was hung nearly as well as his father, she noted. And junior was even harder!

What a kick it would be, she thought lewdly, to lay him!

Cathy's panties were around her ankles, and Junior was trying desperately to yank them off while she writhed and struck at him. Her blouse was open, but she still had her bra on.

"Stop it!" Maureen yelled as she reached them. "God damn you, Junior, let her go!"

The youth pivoted on his rump and gazed at his stepmother through startled eyes. Crying now, Cathy pulled her panties up and rolled over so that she also could look at Maureen. She seemed dazed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Maureen demanded angrily of her stepson.

His lip curled nastily. "It's none of your business. Why'd you come back?"

"Because I was afraid of something like this." Her gaze dropped to his penis, which had softened somewhat but still protruded obscenely from the front of his pants.

He grinned. "Like it?" he challenged boldly.

"I think you're disgusting! Don't you know Cathy's a virgin? Now fix your clothes."

"Unh-unh!" He shook his head defiantly. "I want Cathy, and she wants me."

"I don't! I don't!" she cried.

But he went on, "I'm gonna have her, and you've got nothin' to say about it. You ain't my mother or hers, either."

"I'll tell your father on you."

"So what? What the shit does he care? Cathy's nothin' to him."

Maureen bit her lip. This was a bad situation.

She could tell by the way Junior looked and the lewd way he was talking to her, that he meant business. She would have to get down and fight like an animal if she was going to keep him from carrying out the rape, and even then she wasn't sure whether Cathy and she could overcome him. It would be difficult for Cathy to escape because she would have to run some distance to reach her horse, then mount up, and she was only partially clad.

Moreover, Maureen realized that if she and Cathy were to arrive at the house showing evidence of a struggle, Bart would find out what had happened, and that would largely defeat the purpose of the resistance.

There was only one way to deal with Junior's young lust, Maureen decided, as excitement mounted within her: That was to offer herself to save Cathy!

She believed this would work, because she'd caught Junior looking lustfully at her on many occasions in the past. He'd never dared make a play or even a remark, out of fear of his father's wrath, but he'd wanted her. That much was clear.

She put a sexy smile on her face. "Why don't you forget about Cathy? Virgins aren't much fun, anyway. You'd be smarter to try an older girl, one who knows how to make a man feel good."

Her heart thumped madly as she awaited his reaction.

He stared for a moment as he remained sitting in the grass, his softening penis still exposed. Then he said, "Are you sayin' that you-but Jesus, you're Dad's wife!"

"Your father doesn't need to know."

Cathy listened to the exchange with absolute amazement. Never in a thousand years would she have believed something like this would happen. She was aware that Maureen was making the offer to save her, and she supposed she should be grateful, but the enormity of her shock blotted out everything else.

Junior grinned. "Damn!" he said. "Man, if that don't beat all!" He started to laugh.

If there was one thing, that a woman couldn't tolerate after she'd offered herself to a man, it was laughter. Though in this case it probably signalled only surprise and not rejection, Maureen realized, she wasn't about to stand there and wait for Junior's laughter to quiet down. Any way, she had to convince him right away, beyond room for doubt, that she was a better choice that Cathy.

She dropped to her knees beside him and, before he could even consider what she was about to do, she bowed her head, causing her red hair to splash against his legs and middle. Her hand served up his shrunken penis, and she wrapped her soft, moist lips around it. She began to suck, lashing it gently with her tongue.

Junior let out a groan of savage lust. His cock immediately swelled and stiffened so that it filled her mouth and pressed urgently into her tight encircling throat. She began to bob her head, and her lips compressed as they glided up and down his iron-hard pole.

Cathy gazed at this and thought she was going out of her mind. Maureen was his stepmother! Junior occupied the position of her son. And Maureen had his nasty penis in her mouth, and she was sucking on it ravenously, just the way she'd sucked his father's last night! And look at Junior enjoy it! He was twisting and driving his stiff prick upward-fucking her mouth with the awful thing-while she bobbed her head. Her red hair did a fiery dance in the sunshine!

Cathy knew she should get dressed and run for her horse, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sinfully fascinating spectacle of her aunt pumping her mouth up and down on Junior's hard, brutal cock.

"Oh, shit! Oh, Christ!" he said gaspingly, and grabbed at her hair. "Let me fuck you! I've gotta fuck you!"

Maureen heard, and the thrilling demand turned her cunt into a pool of hot oil. She couldn't wrench her mouth off his huge prick fast enough, and she twisted around to stretch out on her back.

"Pull my pants off-hurry!" she cried as she began to fumble with her shirt.

Junior hopped to a kneeling position, his jutting cock swaying and bobbing through the fly of his jeans. Cathy gazed at it, and at her aunt, and she felt weak. Junior was going to put that lewd thing into Aunt Maureen-to jam it right up her little opening and stuff her belly with it. Then he was going to stroke it in and out until it exploded inside her.

Cathy's pussy itched as she watched and thought about what was about to happen. She slid her hand between her thighs and rubbed the silken crotch of her panties against her hot cuntal lips. Moisture oozed out of her little vessel and seeped through the thin nylon to moisten her fingers.

Meanwhile, Junior pulled the riding pants off his stepmother, baring her beautiful thighs and shapely calves. She kicked free of the garment and he tossed it aside. He grasped at her wisp of blue bikini briefs, pulled them down, and saw for the first time the red-fluffed delicacy of her cunt

He let out an animalistic growl, -and Maureen whimpered over the thought that she was about to have his long hard cock shoved into her to his nuts.

God, make him fuck it good! she thought. I want to climax with him! Make him blast me right over the moon!

She freed her breasts from her bra, pulling the slack garment up around her neck, and Junior filled both hands with her hobbling, stiff-nippled beauties. He grunted as he kneaded them like balls of baker's dough. He twisted the reddish protrusions at their crests. Then he bowed his head and gobbled up a nipple, sucking it moistly as he continued to squeeze and shake the other breast.

Maureen was about to come already, but she wanted his hard cock inside when she popped.

For God's sake, get into me!" she screamed.

"Yeah. Oh, shit, yeah!" Junior groaned, and he scrambled between her spread thighs.

He'd forgotten about Cathy altogether as he eyed the open, wet pussy that glistened in front of him. He tilted his penis down, worked the red-hot tip of it into his stepmother's little cove-and PUSHED!

"Aaaaaaah!" she cried.

"God DAMN!" Junior snorted as his cock sank all the way into her.

Immediately she tightened her cuntal muscles around him, massaging his prick from base to tip ripplingly. Even the girls at Madam's cathouse couldn't do it that good!

"Fuck me-ooh, fuck me!" Maureen exhorted lewdly, and she began to pump her eager hips beneath him, driving her twat against the base of his penis and his big, hairy balls.

Her titties shook, and she drummed her pneumatic buttocks against the grassy ground. Junior's fucking thrusts seemed to reach farther up inside her than his father's ever did. But she knew this wasn't so, because Bart's cock was longer. It was just that Junior's was so sinfully hard! What a thrill it was to get it from a hot and horny teenager!

The fact that this teenager was her own stepson made the excitement all the greater. And she believed Junior felt the same way, because he was driving his dick up her tube for dear life-really powering it in with a wicked snap of his strong, young hips!

Cathy sat a short distance away and caressed her pussy through the sopped, clinging crotch band of her briefs while she watched the sinful act progress to a kicking, squealing finish. Maureen nearly blew her mind, climaxing more intensely than she'd done with Bart the other night. Junior growled and drove his phallus deeply into her, then let it twitch there in her cuntal embrace as it shot her full of his thick, virile cream!

Cathy came softly-but so pleasantly-and she took her hand away from her panties with a sigh. She closed her thighs on the dampness.

What a sinful girl I am, to keep playing with myself this way! she thought. But at least I'm not as bad as Maureen, making it with her own stepson and enjoying it so much.

I'll never let a filthy, evil boy like that make me! In don't care if I live to be a thousand, I'll never, never do it!

But it is fun to watch.

Cathy got up on shaky legs and gathered her pants and boots.

Junior backed off Maureen and his wet cock pulled sucking out of her still spasming hole. He gazed at her red unfurled lips, wet with his juice and her own. They gradually contracted and closed. He stood and stuffed his penis back into his jeans.

"You must never tell your father, understand?" Maureen said as she sat up, still breathing hard. "Never!"

"Don't worry," Junior replied.

Maureen stood up and moved about, picking up her panties, jeans and boots. She felt terribly guilty now-but at least she'd saved Cathy. And Bart would never know what had happened.

"We've got to get back to the house," she told Junior.

He glanced at Cathy. She gazed back at him, her blue eyes opaque with shock. They told him nothing.

But he believed he would get in the girl's pussy some day soon. It just naturally figured.

For the moment, he felt very good. The day had been a great success, if in a surprising way. Who would have thought that Maureen would give herself to him as she had? And that she would enjoy it so much?

Hot damn!

Life could be a ball sometimes. A real swinging ball!