Luke tipped his hat towards her and smiled perfunctorily.
"Hi sugar," she said, waving at me. "Don't take up too much of Luke's time, we need his muscles to mend fence all day." She laughed and Luke looked irritated.
"Get out of here, Coralie," he said, waving her away, "you're the one always taking up my time."
She laughed again, the high peal of her voice disappearing once she had rolled the window back up. She hit the gas and disappeared in a cloud of dust.
"Have you and her ever--?" I asked teasingly, and before I could complete my sentence. One look at Luke's embarrassed face, and I knew what the answer was.
"She's hot," I said, my voice barely rising above a whisper.
"She's hot alright," Luke said, "and her daddy's got the biggest ranch in Suffolk County. Everywhere she goes around here, people treat her like she's royalty." Luke put his coil of wire on a fencepost, and he looked irritated again for a second.
"She always wants to go out dancing in town," he complained, "I know we're young, but sometimes I feel like I can't keep up with her. She has all the damn time in the world to party."
I giggled for a second, thinking about them together.
"But you like her?" I asked, hoping the answer was no.
"I do."
I kicked a clod of dirt with my boot. I couldn't keep the disappointment from welling up in me, even if I knew it was ridiculous, and that my entire interest in Luke was ridiculous. It seemed to me like Luke and Coralie were destined to be a couple.
"I'm going to head back to the house," I said, feeling a little upset about everything.
"Wait," Luke called after me. "Do you know how to ride a horse?"
"Yeah," I answered, yelling back up the hill, "why?"
"I'd like you to see our land up by Steven's Pass before we sell it to the goddamn developers."
"Okay," I shrugged.
"There's a storm blowing in next week," he said, "so we'll have to ride up there tomorrow."
"Okay, sounds good." I couldn't help smiling broadly. The idea of riding horses with Luke made me happy.
"Tomorrow early," he said, as if he couldn't trust me to get up on time.
"Tomorrow early," I repeated before waving goodbye and traipsing back down the hill to the house.
****
Luke hadn't been kidding when he said early. I huddled against the morning chill as we rode up the steep trail towards Stevens Pass. The mist-enshrouded mountains rose up in front of us, looking ominous and foreboding; I secretly wished I was back in my warm bed.
Still, I was glad to be out doing something with Luke.
He calmly handled his horse, riding up the steep, rocky trail, and I followed, my body already sore.
We rode for hours, neither of us saying very much, until we reached the top of the pass and looked out over the land that Luke's family would be selling soon.
I gasped out loud when I saw it. It was a beautiful place. The sun had just begun to burn away the haze of the clouds, and the misty valley below us was glowing in the beautiful, early morning light.
"Sure is pretty," Luke grumbled, his disappointment at the impending sale evident in his voice.
"Who exactly owns the land?" I asked as we made our way down the rocky hillside into the valley.
"My dad does," Luke said, "but he put it up for a vote, and the family's divided. One more vote, and we'd have kept it. I guess most of us want the money we'd get from the sale. Hard to say no to millions and millions of dollars, especially when you've been scratching a living from the dirt all your life."
"What about your dad? Does he want to sell it?"
Luke was quiet for a second.
"No. He doesn't. I guess if it came down to a tie, he'd be the one to call it. We're going to vote on it one more time next week, and I don't think anyone's going to change their minds--the land's good as sold."
He said it as if he was totally resigned to it happening, and I could see that it made him sad.
"I made a lot of memories up here," he said, shaking his head, before we arrived at a tiny cabin.
There wasn't much in the musty little building; a couple of cots, some canned supplies and a wood burning stove. There was a cross on the wall next to some faded black-and-white pictures. I watched as Luke took the things off the wall and carefully wrapped them up in some rags.
"Well," he said, "I think I'm going to go fishing one last time in the creek here."
"I'll watch you," I giggled. The sun was out, and the idea of spending a lazy day sunbathing next to the water sounded wonderful.
Luke cast into deep pool by the edge of the creek as I sprawled out on a rock. I took my shirt off and lay down with my belly on the warm stone, reaching behind me to undo my bra strap.
My body settled blissfully into the warmth, but a second later, I realized I'd forgotten to put sunscreen on my back.
"Luke," I called, a little nervous about asking him to do something. "Can you get my sunscreen."
"Sure thing," he said, reaching into my bag to get it. He arrived on the rock beside me.
"And can you get my back?" I purred.
"High maintenance," he growled as he dripped warm sunscreen onto my back.
"Shut up," I giggled, thrilled that Luke was teasing me.
I almost moaned out loud when I felt the way his strong hands massaged my back, spreading the sunscreen around.
"Thank you," I breathed when he was done.
"Sure," he said, his voice sounding a little huskier.
We relaxed by the creek for a couple hours, until some dark storm clouds started to move in. I grumbled and put my clothes back on, and Luke kept fishing. I watched as the line jerked and his eyes widened in surprise, and then he slowly reeled in a massive steelhead.
I shrieked with excitement and took a picture with my phone, and a few seconds later, the skies above us opened up, and heavy rain started pouring down.
"Shit," Luke swore. It was a long walk back up to the cabin, and by the time we arrived we were soaked.
Luke stripped off his wet shirt, and I huddled next to him as he started a fire. In a few minutes, the fire was crackling and we were both toasty warm.
"I'll make us some coffee," Luke said, pouring grounds into a blue enamel coffeepot and setting it on the stove. I jumped when I heard thunder, and the rain increased in intensity, drumming furiously against the roof of the little house.
"Is there any way you could save the land?" I asked him as we both stared into the fire.
"Not unless my cousin Darren was to marry a rich environmentalist from the city over the next couple of days." We both laughed. I'd met Darren the night before, and he was about as redneck as they came; he was also so broke he would’ve probably sold the fork he was using at dinner just to make a quarter.
I kept studying Luke's features in the firelight as we spoke, unable to keep my eyes off him. We were sitting close around the little stove, and every so often he would reach out and touch my leg or shoulder, and it drove me crazy. The warmth of the fire, the sound of the rain, and the easy rhythm of the conversation between us invigorated me. Hours flew by, and the rain still hadn't let up. Eventually, the sun went down.
Luke didn't seem worried. We had plenty of firewood and supplies, not to mention a giant fish to fry. We ended up staying at the cabin, and by the time we were both ready for bed I was warm, drowsy and full from the best meal I'd ever had. Luke went outside to check on the horses, and I followed him into the pitch-black night.
"They seem happy enough," he said, as his horse nuzzled him. He turned around and almost ran right into me in the dark.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed, holding me still as he nearly knocked me over. "Sorry. You O.K.?"
"Yeah I’m fine," I said, pressing into his body. He smelled like aftershave, pine trees and sweat, and it was intoxicating. His fingers brushed back my hair, tracing a searing line down my neck.
I closed my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me.
"Let's
head back.” His hands sadly left my body. We returned to the cabin, and we settled into our cots before he snuffed out the kerosene lantern.
"Good night," he said, looking away from me.
I tried to fight the disappointment that overwhelmed me. Of course Luke hadn't made a move. I was his stepsister, after all, and he was a consummate good guy who wouldn't dare do something that taboo.
I shivered, thinking about the way his strong hands had moved over my back this morning, the way he had held me just a few seconds ago. Every time he touched me, I came alive in ways I had never thought possible. It was like I had been waiting all my life to meet him, and now that I had, I couldn't stand the idea of letting him go.
It wasn't fair.
Tomorrow morning, we'd both be on our way back down to the ranch, and in another few days, I'd be driving to Arizona, all alone.
I laid there in my cot, my body burning and my mind racing. It would take all my nerve to make a move on Luke, but the alternative seemed unbearable.
"Luke," I breathed, "I'm cold." When he didn't respond, I ever so slowly rolled from my cot over into his. As soon as I touched his shoulder, his strong arm encircled me and drew me in. I nestled into his warm body, my heart pounding as his fingers ran through my hair.
Then he kissed my forehead tenderly, and a second later, our lips pressed together.
Luke's lips were soft and warm, and when he kissed me I practically melted in his arms. We made out for what felt like an hour, our warm bodies pressed together under his blanket, and then Luke's hand began to explore my body, running up and down my spine, making me shiver and moan before finding my breasts. He pulled the neck of my t-shirt down, exposing a hard nipple, and I moaned again as his fingertips pushed against it, sending waves of pleasure through my flesh.
Luke gasped with desire and pushed up my shirt, and then his mouth and hands began to explore my bare skin with a renewed fervor.
I buried one of my hands in his thick hair as his lips closed around one of my nipples and he began to suck, making my back arch uncontrollably with every powerful pull of suction.
"Oh my God..." I managed to gasp, my body bucking against his. It felt so good, so right, even though it was so terribly wrong. Luke's mouth left my breasts and explored my neck, kissing and biting until I thought I would lose my mind. I pushed him away and tried to catch my breath, and when I did, I realized his hot cock was pressing into my thigh through his pants. The sensation set my heart racing, and a feeling of hot lust bloomed through my body, starting from my center and radiating outwards.
Then Luke's naughty fingers wandered down past the hem of my pants, running over soaked panties and pressing against my sex.
I writhed as he felt me with his fingers. There was only that flimsy layer of cloth between his fingers and my bare sex, and the sensation drove me wild. No one had ever touched me down there before.
Then Luke pushed aside the bottom of my panties and a finger slipped deep into my slickness, rubbing against my tight opening.
"Sis," he breathed, "you've never-I mean..."
"Yeah," I whispered.
Luke's finger found my opening again and pushed through where no one else had ever touched me before.
"Oh my God," I gasped as his finger plunged in and out of me. Of course I'd touched myself down there before, but having Luke do it to me, when I was already turned on just by being in bed with him, was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. He found the sensitive spot on my front wall, and his big fingertips raked against it every time he pushed into me. I thought I was going to cum.
"I want you inside me. Please," I begged, "I want you to fuck me."
I couldn't believe what I was saying, but I wanted Luke to fuck me, so bad.
"Sis..." he breathed
"Don't call me that," I whined, "it's dirty." I couldn't say another word before he plunged in two fingers, stretching me out and making me wail with surprise and pleasure.
Luke's thumb swirled around my clit as his two fingers took me, fucking me fast and hard.
"Oh my God," I whined, losing my mind, "fuck me, fuck me harder."
With an animal growl of desire, he pulled his fingers out of me and plunged them into my mouth. I sucked them hard, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in my wet mouth, against my lips and tongue, and tasting the flavor of my sex.
Luke's fingers pulled away and traced a wet, searing line down my body, all the way down to my sex. I was pulsing, ready to feel him inside me again, but Luke's fingers left my body.
I closed my eyes, my body heaving eagerly, and then I felt something that sent fire roaring through my flesh.
The head of Luke's cock pressed into me, parting my little petals and furiously demanding my tightness.
"Oh my God," Luke gasped.
I was too tight to take him, and he relented, our lips meeting again feverishly as I fumbled for his cock, wanting to feel it inside me so bad.
Luke pulled away and flicked on the lantern, and for the first time I saw his bare, muscled body.
I ran my fingers lightly over his cock, nervous anticipation building in my chest. I couldn't see it clearly in the dim lamplight, but he felt...huge. Just the idea of that giant thing inside my body was enough to make me wild with fear and excitement.
"Don't touch me like that," Luke groaned, "you're teasing the hell out of me."
Every time my fingertips grazed his shaft, it lurched. It was rock-hard and pulsing with lust.
"I think you're too big," I said anxiously. I was fearful about it being true.
He wordlessly gripped my shoulders and pulled savagely. I wailed with desire, and then he plunged deep inside my velvety heat, filling me up.
I sobbed with pleasure as he began to fuck me. I loved the way I was impaled on him, my little pussy taking every inch of his throbbing hard cock.
Our bodies rocked together, and every delicious stab brought me closer and closer to cumming. Finally my body shuddered under his, the walls of my sex spasming around his massive girth.
I felt the last wave of pleasure wash over me, and then I felt Luke's cum explode inside of me.
There was so much, I could feel it running out of me, coating my thighs and pooling on the bed.
"Oh my God," I panted, unable to catch my breath. Luke collapsed on top of me, totally spent, and we curled up in bed together.
We listened to the rain fall on the roof for a long time before we both fell asleep.
****
I gazed out on the ranch. It looked golden and glorious in the setting sun. After Luke and I had eloped, I never looked back on my old life. I felt at peace here, somehow.
We had gotten married just in time for me to vote to save the Steven's Pass land, and Luke and his father had been overjoyed when it had been saved from development.
"Hey there, beautiful," he said, coming up behind me and sweeping me into his arms. “I love you.”
"Oh baby, I love you, too. Always full of surprises you are," I said as we nuzzled, our lips finding each other.
"Uh huh."
"Yeah, well I've got a surprise for you, too," I said, putting a hand on my belly.
Luke stepped back and his eyes widened with wonder as he gazed at my barely noticeable baby bump. Then he moved towards me again and clasped me even tighter.
"Anna," he said, "I don't think I've ever been this happy before. This is the best day of my life."
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