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 into a t-shirt, and was out the door before I was. This had suddenly become the day, and we both knew it. Our afternoon in the loft and the fingering in the living room were preludes to what we both knew would eventually happen. However, neither of us expected that the chance would fall into our laps quite this quickly. I made sure to leave Jake at home.
Now that we were in the truck together, the inevitable seemed insanely close. I wanted to get us up on the lease a ways, mostly to have some certainty that we wouldn’t be interrupted. What that meant was we’d be taking a long, awkward drive with both of us knowing that when we stopped, probably at Crescent Point, we were going to fuck.
Liv opened the gate, giving me a chance to appreciate her body again. I realized, as she leaned her shoulder into the gatepost to release it from the wire keeper, that I had always appreciated her physicality; it was just since that day at the swimming hole that I was able to admit it to myself. And there was certainly no denying it now. I drove through the gate, and she closed it behind us, then climbed back into the truck.
The day was warm, almost hot. Probably one of the last of the season as fall settled in on us. Liv was quiet as I started driving up the creek. I let her sit with her anxiety for a minute, then asked, “So, we gonna talk about it?”
She looked at me with a nervous side-eye, “Um… I don’t know exactly what to say… I mean… it’s… it’s gonna happen… right?”
I nodded, “Yeah, if… you still want it to.”
She gave another side-eye and nodded.
“You nervous?” I knew the answer, but wanted to keep the conversation going.
She rubbed her hands on her thighs and turned her head to smile at me now. “Of course, but… excited too.”
“Yeah? Me too.”
“Both? Nervous and excited?”
“Mmhm.”
“You don’t seem nervous. You never seem nervous, not even this morning.”
“Well, I was… busy.” We both laughed.
“Yeah, you were. I guess I was kinda busy myself.”
“You were beautiful,” I said.
“Thanks, I guess.” She was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Isn’t it kinda weird though? I mean… you and me?”
“I don’t know about that. Did it feel weird this morning, or in the loft yesterday?”
Liv’s eyes stared into the distance as she searched for her feelings. She blushed when she found them. “Hmm, No I… I guess it didn’t.” She thought a moment longer, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“How did you learn to do those things… to make me feel… that way?”
“You mean to make you cum?”
“Yeah, but… all that other stuff too, that, you know, gets me so… excited?”
“It’s not a lot, really. I just pay attention, I guess. You respond certain ways when I touch you, well, sometimes it’s your body that responds, but still, it’s you.”
“Would you like me to do things to you?”
“Mmm, y’know, what gets me excited is watching how you enjoy yourself. I mean… yeah, don’t worry about me, okay? You just let me do what I do, and you focus on what you’re feeling. Kinda like we’re dancing? I’ll enjoy whatever happens from that, okay?” Again, Liv’s eyes told me everything. She enjoyed how I handled her, and she was getting turned on by just talking about it. I thought I’d slow it down a bit, though. We still had a decent drive ahead of us.
“My turn to ask a question,” I said.
She smiled, “Shoot.”
“Kinda personal,” I warned.
“Really, Rand? You had your… thing between my legs yesterday, remember.”
“Okay,” I had to laugh at that one. So, as pretty as you are, how come you don’t have a boyfriend?
Liv’s eyes lifted suddenly, and she stared up the creek, as if searching for something. I could tell my question landed kinda hard. She was quiet for several moments. I was just about to tell her to forget I’d asked when she started her answer. “I guess… I’m… not, like, interested in that stuff? I mean, yeah, there’s some cute guys, but they seem pretty, mmm… immature? Not that I think I’m more mature… just, they get weird sometimes.” She paused, then asked, “You think I’m pretty?”
“I think you’re beautiful, but I suppose you have doubts?”
Liv glanced out the window, as if her answer was hiding somewhere behind an outcropping of sagebrush along the creek. “I dunno, I’m… okay. Kinda… pudgy but, mmm… I guess cute, in a way, I s’pose.”
“Pudgy?” I laughed, “You haven’t got one ounce of pudge on you, Liv, okay? You’re beautiful inside and out. I want you to know that and feel that, especially with what’s about to happen between us. You got that? I mean, when you got back from practice today and were walking to the house…” I rolled my eyes.
Is that why you slapped my butt?”
“I slapped it because you’ve got a great butt.”
A look of longing came into her eyes. She glanced down at the space on the seat between us. “Can I… sit over there next to you?” she asked. I extended my arm, and she slid across the seat, letting me one-arm her.
“We really should be looking for cows, y’know?”
She looked far up the creek again. “On the job, boss.”
We rolled through the familiar countryside, crossing the path that Mom and I had taken on our ride. The road forked several times on the way to Crescent Point on the far northwest corner of the lease. The crescent part of the name actually came from a spot on the divide where a curved ridge with a panoramic outlook jutted out on its northern tip. The road traveled along the ridge to a dead end at the outlook that provided views in three directions.
We didn’t see as many cattle as Mom and I did on our ride, which was understandable since the two-track road we were on stayed lower in the creek, climbing higher only when it came closer to the divide and the ridge. I found that driving with Liv snuggled under my arm, the way she was, felt pretty amazing.
We drove up on the bench below Crescent Point and past the cow that Uncle Rob had told us about. I could see that the coyotes had found it, and its ribcage was exposed. So far, we’d seen nothing else that concerned me. We drove to the western end of the bench and up into the timber, gaining altitude. After a series of switchbacks, we found ourselves driving along the ridge toward our destination. Liv began to fidget.
I’d used both hands to steer through the switchbacks, but returned my arm around her shoulders now that we were on the ridge. I snugged her up next to me, which seemed to help her calm down a bit. She swiveled her head as she looked around. “I always forget how beautiful it is up here,” she said. “I remember being so afraid we’d drive off the edge at a couple of places the first time I rode the switchbacks.”
“Holding you tight as I can, Hon,” I joked.
“Hm,” she said as she snuggled in a bit closer. “Good.”
The road ended facing a big rock. The ridge had narrowed, and there was no way to get around it, but the ridge itself ended just a little way further up, so it made no difference. I shut the truck off and looked at my sister. “Last chance to turn back?”
She gave me an adventurous smile, saying, “Grab your gear.” Then slid across the seat toward the passenger door. I always packed gear for an overnight stay when I drove out onto the lease. One never knew what they’d encounter in the way of breakdowns, accidents, or weather. I learned that lesson the hard way after a cold night in a snow drift a few winters back.
I reached into the back seat and pulled out a sleeping bag and ground pad, along with a few other things we might need. I tossed Liv a pillow, and she led the way around the rock to a shaded spot several yards back from the actual point. Even with the Ponderosa Pine trees around us, we still had a beautiful view of the prairie land extending off to the north. We cleared the ground, and I laid the pads down, then opened the sleeping bag and spread it out on top of them.
“Hydrate,” I winked and handed her a bottle of water, and we both took a drink. I knew we’d need more before we were done.
Liv set her bottle on the ground, kicked off her shoes, and stepped onto our makeshift bed. “Sooo?” she asked, looking at me with a thousand other questions in her eyes and waiting for answers to all of them. I’d pondered the whole way up about how I would take her. She deserved her first time to be loving. After that, if she wanted to continue, I’d let her ask for what she wanted.
I kicked my shoes off and dropped my water bottle just as she did. I stepped onto the bed and reached for her. She stepped toward me. Courage and arousal were written on her face. She had chosen her day, and she had chosen me. I could only hope that honored and fortunate were written on mine.
I knew that a hug and a passionate kiss were the best way to start. She needed to feel loved and secure to set the tone; after that, she would leave it all up to me. At 6’1”, I was a good eight inches taller than her. She pushed her chest into my sternum as we kissed, and I reached down and undid her ponytail. As she shook her hair out, my little sister disappeared, and in her place was an aroused young woman.
I took us down to our knees and let my hands roam her body. It wasn’t long before I pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Her arms lifted to help, and I was surprised to discover a lacy, dark blue bra underneath. I reached down and opened her jeans just enough to reveal the dark blue lace of her matching panties.
Seeing her there, with just her bra on and her jeans half undone, I hardened immediately. I directed her to lie her head on the pillow and finished taking her jeans off for her. Once she was down to her underwear, I stripped down to mine. The temperature was warm, but a gentle breeze kept us comfortable.
“Those look nice on you. That was some quick change you made, wasn’t it?” I chuckled.
“I… yeah, I guess,” she said, slightly embarrassed at her enthusiasm.
She lay on her right side watching me. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, and she was looking serious for the first time on the trip. It was a sultry kind of serious, though. Her auburn hair was tousled from her t-shirt, being pulled up over her head; it contrasted beautifully with the deep blue of her lingerie. Her hooded eyes gave her the look of a more experienced woman who knew what was coming. Her tight body lounged across the impromptu bed, looking tantalizing.
I smiled at her and shook my head. Her expression changed to one of curiosity. She smiled pensively, waiting for an explanation for the head shake. I motioned at her stunning body. “Like I said, not one ounce of pudge on you.” She smiled and slowly raised her left knee, letting me admire her beauty.
My hardon pressed my shorts out almost obscenely. She tried to keep her focus on my eyes, but soon gave up the fight. She was more than obvious about what she wanted, so I peeled my shorts down and knelt beside her completely naked, letting her stare. Her tongue appeared momentarily between her lips, and her breathing quickened.
She started to remove her panties, but I showed her my palm, stopping her. “I’ll get to those,” I said. “We went a little fast in the loft. I want us to go slower this time.” She snugged them back up, and I asked. “Have you ever touched one?”
“Not really, but one touched me yesterday?” We both gave a small laugh.
“I guess that’s true. Well then, here’s your chance to return the favor.”
Liv gave me a quick look to be sure I was serious, then tentatively reached for my cock with her left hand. Her touch was gentle and inquisitive. She wanted to feel it, weigh it, and, in her way, talk to it. She handled it the way she did when she cared for animals. Tending to their needs while paying attention to the way they reacted. It struck me that this was also exactly what I tried to do with her and with Mom.
I never worried about my size, but I looked larger in her hand than when I handled myself. I shivered when she rolled my skin forward, then back, feeling the movement and the hardness underneath. She smiled at my reaction, then explored the tip, toying with the opening there. She sat up and reached for my balls with her right hand. I stiffened even more, and she felt it, looking up at me and smiling.
“You like that,” she said, making more of a statement than posing a question.
“Mm.”
Her fingers curled under my nut sack, feeling the tight pucker to my skin while combing through my pubes. She reached the backside and cupped me in her hands, again, feeling, weighing, watching, and learning. I let her study me for a moment. She would be asking me to put this inside her very soon, and I wanted her to feel that they’d been properly introduced. She pushed gently on the head with her left hand, marveling at how it sprang back up.
Again, having been raised on a ranch, she’d seen cocks before. Mine was different for her, though. Mine would be inside her soon, and that fascinated her even more than those she’d seen in the barnyard. She would feel this one in ways she’d so far only imagined. She knew it was going to make her feel things… give her pleasure.
“Are you getting wet down there? Your pussy?” I asked.
Her head lifted. The word surprised her, but after a short pause, she answered. “I think so. It feels… yeah.”
“Horny?”
“Yeah.”
Let me check. Lay back. You can keep going with your hand if you want.”
She rolled onto her back, and I put my right foot on the ground between her knees, straddling her right leg. This continued to give her access to my cock while allowing me to touch her anywhere I wanted. “I love that you wore these for me.” I smoothed my hand over her lingerie. “They make you look damn sexy. You’re a beautiful woman, Liv.”
“Thank you,” she croaked, leaving her mouth open as she continued to rub me.
I moved past her lingerie. I slid my left hand under the left cup of her bra, and my right found the delicate smoothness of her inner thigh just below where her panties covered her slit. She removed her left hand from my cock to give me better access to her chest. At the same time, she rolled her knees outward, parting her thighs just enough so I could reach her pussy. I made the most of both invitations.
Compared to the liner in her running shorts, the thin material of her panties was sheer, allowing me to work her folds better. Her nipple was already hard in my other hand. Liv gave a small shudder. “Mmmm,” I gave a voice to the pleasure that I saw grip her body. “Much better than this morning already, isn’t it?”
“Uhh,” Liv responded.
“Isn’t it, Sis?” I asked again, indicating that I wanted better articulation.
Liv pulled air in through her teeth, “Sssss, yes, yeah, better!”
“Good, why don’t you take your bra off now? Let’s take it up a tic.”
“Okay,” She whispered agreeably. She released my cock and nimbly slipped both hands behind her back to unclasp the garment. She pushed it off the bed, giving me full access to her newly bared breasts. We both relished the skin-to-skin contact, and she immediately raised her chest, pushing her firm cushions and hungry nipples up, asking that I pay them some attention.
I obliged her by smoothing my hand over the contours of her chest, admiring their taut, rubbery feel while my right hand continued etching her panties into her furrow. “Mmm, you’re right, Liv, you are wet. Your panties are soaked.
“I can feel them,” Liv said in a tense voice, “You want me to take them off?”
“Not yet. We’re gonna take our time. I like seeing you all turned on and horny. I think you like it too.”
“Well, uh… I guess you’re getting an eyeful now, aren’t you? Mmm, and… yeah… I like it too. She released a short gasp as my fingers found her clitoris under the sheer fabric. Unnh!”
“Do us both a favor then,” I said, “Roll over and get on your elbows and knees.
Liv studied me with heavy eyes, then smiled. “Uh-huh, you really do like my butt, don’t ya?”
I smiled back. “And you like that I like it, now roll over.”
Liv did as she was told, and I positioned her in the center of our little nest. “Like this?” she asked, once she was on all fours.
Down on your elbows. You’ll thank me for it.”
“Hmm,” she mused as she dropped her chest lower, which caused her butt to jut up a…
