This is the first chapter of a longer work of fiction. All characters herein are over the age of 18. Somewhere In The Great Plains Most folks think ranch life is all cowboy hats, “Yee haw,” and rodeos – it’s not. Operating any ranch, even a smaller, family spread like ours is work, and a lot of it. My parents knew this when they decided to take out a loan to build our home and operate the four-hundred-acre stretch of land...

The Brakes All good things come to an end. Mom and I lay there holding each other until an inner clock told me it was time to start moving. Neither one of us had come anywhere close to napping. Fifteen minutes later, we were riding up over the southern ridge, leaving the faerie glen behind us. We were now headed into the toughest part of our ride. On hot days like this, no self-respecting bovine mother would have allowed...

Aftermath Later that morning, Liv went over to the barn to feed the horses with Jake, which gave Mom and I time to visit. We both recognized the risk we’d taken when I ejaculated inside her, and she said she’d head into town for a morning-after pill. She said she really didn’t want to do it, believing as she did in the “You play/You pay” approach to these situations. But, until we figured out something about protection, a...

Liv’s Longing The barn door was still partially open, so I slipped inside without moving it. I paused, giving my eyes time to adjust to the darker setting. I was about to call out to see where Liv was when I heard a long groan coming from the loft. “Liv!” I breathed as I immediately raced up the stairs. Images of her lying up there in pain raced through my mind. Farm accidents can be horrible, and most of those who die fr...

Clean and Jerk Later that evening, after stretching out a couple of rather performative yawns, Liv announced that she would be going to bed a bit early because she had a busy day ahead of her. She gathered up a couple of dishes from around the living room and took them to the kitchen before bidding us goodnight. I knew Mom wouldn’t refuse my advances, but she also wouldn’t want to get too carried away with Liv just being...

The Claiming My life was full. It had never really felt empty, what with having both Mom and Liv in it, but when Dad died, there was definitely a hole that no one could fill, not even them. It felt like it never would be filled, to be honest, but three things happened – life went on, life changed, and, somehow, in doing so, life made the hole much less obvious. That day when Mom came back from town, I met her at the truck...

MI Ch 7 A half hour later, our king-cab pickup was crawling up the two-track road that followed along the creek behind the ranch. Mom and I were both surprised when Liv volunteered to ride along with me. I think Mom was relieved because it gave her a chance to clean the living room and get rid of the exploding pussy-scent that was, honestly, quite strong. Liv had trotted to her room, thrown on a pair of jeans, changed int...

Chapter 8 I was exhausted after the trip to Crescent Point. It was fortunate that both Mom and Liv were also tired and a bit tender for a day or two, because it gave me a chance to rest and focus on my responsibilities with the ranch. Of course, the first order of business was to call Uncle Rob and let him know about the freshly killed cow, and then notify the authorities. The Sheriff came out to look at the site, as did...