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Audry
A Tale of Romance by The Star (1)
The first time I saw her, she was tiny, red, wet and noisy. I couldn't
see what my mom was making such a big fuss about. Seemed like a lot of
commotion from such a little thing. Of course, I was only three.
My cousin Audry was a constant in my life. Her parents lived in a house
Uncle Rick built on the other side of grandpa's ranch from our home. Dad
and Uncle Rick both worked in the family business, raising and training
horses for show jumping, and Black Angus cattle for breeding stock. By the
time I was four, and able to sit my pony by myself, I was usually assigned
the 'job' of making sure Audry didn't get underfoot and hurt by one of the
animals our dads were training or working with. I often did that by taking
her in front of me on my little saddle. She loved the view from horseback
as much as I did. Mom was a world class equestrienne, with an Olympic
bronze, from games before she met dad. She still looks real elegant in a
saddle. So does dad, though he never achieved mom's fame in 'horsy'
circles. While we lived in an area of Oregon that really was part of the
"Old West", I grew up spending more time on an English saddle than on the
comfortable western rig of the cowboys... Though I threw on the western
saddle whenever I could get away with it. Grandpa died suddenly when I was
five. Grandma Hazel stayed in the big house. She was one really cool
lady-and didn't look like a 'grandma'. She looked more like a foxy chick
with laugh lines. The thing I liked best about grandma was that she always
had time for me. And she always treated me like an important person. I
could talk to her about anything and get a straight answer-even when she
was fighting hard to keep from laughing at some naive kid's question.
Grandma looked as elegant on horseback as mom, too.
Uncle Rick married a beautiful lady, Aunt Elin, who has the sweetest
spirit of any woman I've ever known, with the possible exception of Audry.
Elin was a 'hippy'-a throwback 'flower child' of the 60s. She wore her
blonde hair long, occasionally putting it in a French braid, to keep it out
of the way-but usually it flowed down her back naturally. And she never
wore a bra! Not even to church, which scandalized mom. Even so, mom and
everybody else loved Elin. She was just a nice lady-and always a lady, in
spite of her free-spirited ways. Audry, from the time she took her first
steps, looked like a tiny blonde elf. Her heart-shaped face was narrow,
with slight smudges under her large, slightly slanted, gray eyes. Her ears
even seemed to have dainty points, when they appeared through her
straw-colored hair. Inheriting her mother's spirit, Audry was a remarkably
mellow kid, and fun to have around. You'd think that a boy would be
disgusted, having to spend his time looking after a younger cousin-a girl
at that. It was never that way. Dad and Uncle Rick raised me to be all
boy, all right. But our ranch was in the eastern foothills of the Cascade
Mountains, thirty miles of bad gravel road out of Sisters, Oregon. (When
we went to 'town', it wasn't that much of a town!) With no brothers or
sisters-an older sister had died at birth, and after me, mom couldn't have
any more-the only other kid around was Audry. Dad had the sensitivity to a
very young boy's male ego to make her my responsibility. I took that
seriously. Audry didn't take anything seriously. She was mellow, and easy
to look after. But she loved fun. She could make fun and excitement from
anything. As soon as she started walking, she started riding; first on a
gentle pony, then on a mare too old for her mother to ride. Before I knew
it, she was challenging my riding skills in daredevil races across the
ranch, or in the finer points of dressage. We grew up with show jumping
and dressage-but I lived for the days I could ride with Uncle Rick in a
western saddle and work the cattle, hard work though it is for a boy.
The division of labor was that dad and mom supervised the horse
business, while Uncle Rick ran the cattle. Everybody did whatever needed
to be done and we all had plenty to do, without worrying about 'whose job'
it was. Uncle Rick was an excellent horseman, who preferred working with
the Angus breeding stock. We didn't raise cattle for beef, like our
neighbors. If a calf didn't work out as a breeding animal, we'd raise him
to slaughtering size. That helped us document the results of our breeding
program. Most of the cattle, though, went to ranches that were raising
Angus for beef, to improve their herds. Our reputation was such that each
of our animals was a very valuable item. We shipped them, literally, all
over the world. Mom had a big part of the work, training horses for
jumping and sometimes working with a rider who had aspirations on the
national or international level. She'd give lessons-and help match the
rider to a horse that suited him. Aunt Elin kept house and taught school.
Until I was eleven and Audry eight, we were 'home schooled'. Not because
our parents were unhappy with the public schools, but because the nearest
school was thirty miles away, by narrow gravel road. Then a new 'highway'
was built, and the time and distance was enough shorter that a school bus
stop only two miles from the ranch allowed us to attend the 'local' school.
Grandma was too involved in her own interests, to worry about the ranch;
though she was never too busy for Audry or me. She traveled a lot.
Sometimes on ranch business-often on personal business, when she visited
one of her many male friends.
At our new school, there must have been a couple hundred kids, in grades
one through eight. Not that big, but intimidating to a couple of
home-schooled ranch kids. Audry and I clung to each other, emotionally. I
was later told that, about that time, Audry announced to grandma that, when
we grew up, she was going to marry me. The adults thought that was just
too cute for words. All I can say is, as we grew, we also grew close. We
were pals, best buddies, and shared everything. We went skinny-dipping in
an isolated irrigation pond and trapped crawdads in the creek. We rode
together all over the ranch and in summer, high up into the mountains. We
worked beside our parents more and more, as we grew into the work, both on
the horses and with the cattle. Audry and I were perennial winners of both
dressage and jumping competitions at the state fair. We were also pretty
proud of the prizes our own Angus cattle won. Without exaggeration, I can
say that I was as happy about the awards Audry won as she was-and she,
about mine.
Along about my twelfth year, puberty started. Audry and I had no
secrets from each other and had seen all there was to see of the other
countless times. But suddenly it seemed that I was looking at her a new
way. I got really confused and so did she, because I started acting
different around her. Grandma Hazel was a lifesaver. (Mom and dad were
there and included me in everything, especially the talk around the dinner
table. It was just that I could talk to grandma...) She gently drew out
what was bothering me, and gave me the best advice she could. She also
reassured me that what I was feeling was entirely normal, and that I
shouldn't feel guilty about the emotions and ideas racing through my mind
and body. When I told her, "But, grandma, I'm thinking those things about
Audry!", her calm response was, "Of course you are. Who else is there, for
you?" Maturing earlier, as girls do, Audry was looking more 'feminine'
daily, to my hormone-enhanced vision. Desperate, I asked grandma for
advice. "Have you talked to Audry about this?" "No!" "Why not, Rob?"
"She'd think I'm a pervert or something." "Well, I think you need to-and
right away. I'll bet she's wondering why her best friend is avoiding her."
It was good advice and I knew it. It took me awhile to work up the nerve
to open the subject with Audry, though. And then more time to find the
right time to do it. On a ride up into the national forest land bordering
the ranch-we'd stay out a couple of nights, and move any cows we found back
towards the ranch (Western saddle! I loved those trips!)-I finally got up
the nerve to talk. I talked a lot more than I intended to. It seemed
that, once I started, I couldn't stop. I didn't know, then, that Audry is
extraordinary when it comes to drawing people out. All of that was focused
on me and I didn't have a clue it was happening. She had, naturally,
noticed that I'd acted kind of withdrawn. It bothered her, but she knew
that she could fix it eventually. When I finally ran out of drivel and got
to what I really wanted to talk about, it was awful. I couldn't stop
talking, but I couldn't say what I HAD to say. "Audry, you know that we're
really good friends?" She nodded, and steered her horse around a fallen
log. "Well, lately, I've been thinking about it..." I waited for her to
respond, but she just kept riding. "What I mean is, I'm starting to think
about you... and me... and maybe about things we could do together. I
mean... Aw! Audry, help me out here!" I cried to her tiny, elegant form,
on the horse ahead of mine. In a moment we came to a wider spot. She
easily moved her horse to the side and waited until she could look at my
face. "Rob, I've been thinking those thoughts about you. I've been having
the same conversations with grandma you have. And don't think she's been
saying things she shouldn't. She just shared some 'girl-talk' with me.
Momma thinks you're 'delicious', and asked me how I'm doing, growing up
with you around all the time." I was dumbfounded. She could see that, and
quietly started her horse on up the trail. I just sat there, my mouth
open, attracting flies and everything. Then I booted my horse into a trot,
to catch up. Shortly, we topped out on a ridge and paused to give the
horses a chance to blow, while we admired the view out over the ranch.
"Does that mean that you want to learn about kissing...and things...with
me?" I asked. Real cool... NOT! Audry gave me her 1,000-watt elfin grin.
"That means I want to learn about kissing and everything with you!" "Wow!"
was all I could say...and that almost as a prayer. I reached over and took
her hand, giving a squeeze. That was all we could do on horseback, on the
narrow trail.
That afternoon we came to a high meadow. We were about 5,000 feet up,
and didn't really want to get much higher. The park we found had a spring
of clear water flowing into a fairly large rock basin, before the water
escaped into a small stream that wandered across the meadow and down the
mountain. We staked out the horses and set up our camp. It wasn't
elaborate-we'd only be there overnight. I cleared a space for a fire and
gathered firewood, while Audry laid out the ingredients for dinner. When
the fire was going, I set out our bedrolls by our saddles, and checked the
horses. Dinner was simple-steaks roasted on an open fire, with potatoes
baked in the coals. When we'd cleaned up, we sat on our bedrolls, leaning
against a log, looking at the fire and the stars... talking some. Just
like we had countless times before. Then Audry moved over against me and
pulled my arm around her. Smiling at me, she said, "This is better. Don't
you think?" I smiled and nodded. She felt pretty good to me. But then,
I'd never had an arm around a girl before. Next thing I knew-I really
don't know how it happened-her hand was behind my neck, and I was kissing
her. Now, I knew as much about kissing as I did about integral calculus.
Mostly, I just mashed my lips against hers. She taught me, though. (Aunt
Elin just assumed that a daughter of hers needed to be taught about
pleasing men-and herself-and included those lessons in the home schooling
that didn't stop for Audry when we started attending public school.)
Audry's face backed up-an inch or two-and she whispered, "Relax. Open your
mouth. Taste me." I tried to do what she said. It was too much. My first
ejaculation ever was in my jeans, kissing Audry. She wasn't experienced,
either, and wasn't aware of what had happened to me. Embarrassed, I wasn't
about to tell her. She was already light years ahead of me. After moaning
at the feeling of my hands running over her back and sides, Audry firmly
placed one of my paws on her breast. When I reflexively started to knead
it, she breathed into my mouth, "That's nice. I like that." Her hand
started stroking my chest, too, feeling the muscle I'd developed doing the
work of the ranch. It wasn't much, since I was barely into adolescence.
While we'd been doing this, twilight had come. When I noticed, I got up to
check the horses-our parents had trained us well-and make sure the fire
wouldn't spread. Meanwhile, Audry spread out our bedrolls. Except that we
ended up with one bed. "What's this?" I demanded, when I returned from my
chores. "We're so high, we'll be lots warmer if we just pile the blankets
on top, and share one bed," she said, innocently. (Yeah. Right. But
she's a good actress, when she wants...and always could play me like a
fiddle.) So, sitting each on 'our' side of the bedding, we removed boots,
jeans, and the flannel shirts we normally wore in the high country, and
slid under the blankets. (I say, 'blankets'. We each carried a blanket, a
large sheet, a down comforter, and a plastic tarp, when we went camping up
high. That kept the weight low and provided a lot of warmth.) As I was
settling myself for sleep, Audry snuggled up against me. When my arm went
around her, I discovered that she'd lost her panties along the way. I
discovered this when-entirely by accident-I felt the sparse fuzz between
her legs. In fact, she was completely naked, and my other hand was filled
with a delectable handful of budding girl-breast. "Ooooh! That's nice,
Rob!" she breathed, wriggling her butt against my rapidly hardening cock.
In a couple of moments, she felt the intruder and, reaching between her
legs, groped my shorts until she found the opening, and pulled him out. As
a boy, I was only somewhere between four and five inches, but Audry seemed
excited, not disappointed. She caressed it a bit, then tried to jam it in
her. It didn't work. She didn't realize that the position and technique
just weren't very good for two virgins. It sure wasn't experience, so I'll
have to plead instinct: I wrapped both arms around her, and immobilized her
hands. "Audry, let's try something else," I said, as I started kissing her
ears, and neck-and then her eyes and mouth, as she rotated to face me. I
kicked off my shorts and Audry helped me off with my t-shirt. Then it was
heavenly-my bare skin against hers. Her breasts were still small. (Unlike
the generous globes they are today.) But they left trails of fire in my
nerve endings as her nipples traced a sensuous path across my chest, while
she crawled on top of me. Then, while I was concentrating on giving her a
kiss she'd never forget, she dropped herself on my hard little cock.
Almost before she hit bottom she was bouncing back up and yelping in pain.
But I kissed her and gently pulled her to me. Then we lay there, mated,
for a long time. It may have been a minute. It may have been ten minutes.
It may even have been an hour. Neither of us has any idea how long that
time was. Audry lay atop me, gently encasing me, while we kissed and
stroked each other, and whispered how much we loved, and how good the other
made us feel. I was in heaven. I discovered that night that I loved
Audry. Oh, sure, she was family. The only sister I'd have. My best friend
and my pal. But this was different. I loved her-to the extent that I
would, gladly, do anything to make her happy. That night, we explored each
other's bodies and minds. She started involuntary contractions around my
intruding member. I remember thinking, 'This is really neat!' and then
surprising us both by coming in her. We discovered oral sex by giving
innocent kisses to the parts of the other that had given us so much
pleasure-and finding that the kisses gave their own form of pleasure. By
the time the sun rose-much too early-we had fallen in love. That day, we
did spend about four hours in the saddle, looking for cows, but really
looking at each other. Our night was spent at the same enchanted meadow.
This time, we were able to make love properly. If you can call completely
ignorant children's matings proper. After we ate and checked the horses, I
stuck my cock into Audry's hot, impatient, hole and pushed up and down
until I came in her. Her pleasure wasn't ignored, as the deep scratches
from her fingernails in my back would attest. We were both on the
hair-trigger of the barely adolescent and neither of us knew any better.
The angel who saved us from destruction was Grandma Hazel. She deduced
what had happened almost immediately...she had expected this for years.
Remarkably free from 'hang-ups', grandma thought it was perfectly logical
that Audry and I would love each other. She hoped we'd 'make it' together
and give her some great-grandchildren in the not too distant future. Of
course, she knew that Uncle Rick would be horrified and that Aunt Elin,
though not unhappy about such an event, would be happier if we were four or
five years older. But grandma felt that our parents had forced us
together, and it was only natural that we would love each other. So what
was the big deal? Cool lady, grandma.
I don't know if she saw us holding hands, or Audry giving me a kiss, but
grandma soon had a 'talk' with the two of us. We were embarrassed and
scandalized when she flatly told us she knew we'd had sex with each other.
Our anxiety decreased when she told us she thought it was not only natural,
but she thought it was good. But then she really hurt our feelings when
she told us that we would have to hide our love-no holding hands. We'd
done that since we were tiny! No kissing. We hadn't done that much. But,
lately, that was all we wanted to do-unless we could get into bed together.
And no fucking! WHAT??!! UNTIL we (she) got Audry protected. t hadn't
even occurred to us that Audry had had a couple of periods, and that we
could get her pregnant. When that sunk in, we agreed with grandma. She'd
take care of us, and we'd do what she said. Once it was all cool with our
parents, then we could show our affection.
Grandma took an eager Audry with her to Bend for a 'shopping trip.'
Along the way, they visited grandma's gynecologist, who gave Audry a
complete checkup and a 'three-month' shot. The doctor was a lover of
grandma's, who went along with her requirement for secrecy. He agreed with
her that pills would be too hard to hide from Aunt Elin. They brought home
a two-week supply of condoms, too. Grandma agreed that there was no reason
for Audry to 'do without' while she waited for the shot to take effect.
Grandma slowly and quietly made her big house a home for Audry and me.
She'd invite us over to 'keep her company'. My parents usually didn't know
that Audry was there, too-nor Audry's that I was usually there when Audry
stayed over. They certainly didn't know that Audry and I shared a bedroom
when we stayed overnight with grandma.
~~ * * * * * ~~
The next couple of years went by pretty smoothly, looking back on them.
Audry and I were not getting all the sex we'd like, but were 'getting
together' on a regular basis, thanks to grandma. We learned what the other
liked and how to turn each other on. Of course, with adolescents, that
isn't hard. [Pardon the pun.] Grandma had occasional chats with one or the
other of us-and made suggestions from her much more sophisticated sexual
experience, which we would promptly try on the other. Although I didn't
know it, by the time I was 16, and Audry entered high school, we were both
pretty sophisticated lovers, with the knowledge and experience to please
almost any partner.
Audry hit our little high school like a box of dynamite. She had just
turned 14, and was built like a solid brick outdoor convenience. The
blonde hair and expressive gray eyes, in that elfin face, just made her
irresistible.
Overnight, I became the cousin on the other side of the ranch.
Meanwhile, she was dating the captain of the football team, or the
president of the student body, or some other older boy, who drove to the
ranch to see her, and take her out. Not having a car, I hadn't been able
to date-and didn't care, when I loved the girl I had at home. Audry's
sudden defection destroyed me. Grandma tried to help. She told me, over
and over, that Audry would be back. "Don't worry too much, Rob. She's
just proving to herself that she's a woman, and learning the things women
have to know." "But gram! She's always out with those guys. And I know
she's fucking them. And she ignores me-won't even sit with me on the
school bus. She hasn't spent a night with you-and me-since right after
school started." "Honey," grandma said, her face full of compassion for my
pain, "it's hard for you to imagine, but I do know what you're going
through. And I know how much it hurts. Just take my word for it. One day
it will be over, and Audry will be back. And she'll be a better woman
because of it." Her encouraging words helped. They made the pain
bearable-just. And she often told Audry that she was behaving like a
complete bitch. Audry literally didn't hear that-she was having too much
fun, in a completely new environment. Sisters is a little town. But when
all you've known is a ranch, it can seem a real city, and be fascinating to
a young girl, getting lots of attention as a woman for the first time.
Meanwhile, my heart was breaking, and what healing occurred was scabs over
the open wounds. The hardest was when Audry started dating a guy from my
class, who I knew was a complete jerk and asshole. He literally didn't
care about anything but himself, and considered anyone who didn't think
like he did a 'sucker'. I later learned that the clinical definition is
'constitutional psychopathic deviant'.
I spent my last two high school years in misery-hard work on the ranch
and on the books kept me from cracking up entirely. Audry acted as if I
was invisible.
My parents were college graduates and expected me to be, too. They
contended that ranching was hard work and very competitive. Only the smart
survived. College would teach me to think, even if I didn't learn anything
'practical'. I really loved the life on the ranch, and went to Oregon
State, to study agriculture and animal husbandry. As a freshman, I joined
a fraternity, which provided me several lifelong friendships. I soon
discovered, however, that many of my friends were more interested in
parties than studies. Some were smart enough to get away with it. I
wasn't. I moved out of the fraternity house my sophomore year and rented a
small apartment near the campus. My love life was non-existent. I just
couldn't find any girls who interested me... At least my grades were good.
A bit before Thanksgiving, that sophomore year, I answered a knock on my
apartment door and was amazed to see Audry on the porch. - A pregnant
Audry. My sociopathic classmate had remained in Sisters after graduation.
Somehow Audry had forgotten to get a new shot or something-maybe she wanted
to get pregnant. Anyway, when the guy learned he'd knocked her up, he'd
slapped her silly and told her he wasn't interested in kids-only in a good
fuck! Broken-hearted, Audry had come to me, unable to remain on the ranch.
With my own heart breaking all over again, I listened to her story.
Then I asked, coolly, "So? What do you want from me?" It was as if I had
hit her. Recoiling, she said, "I hoped for a haven. A place to regain my
sanity and carry this baby in peace. I won't bother you-I'll go home in
the morning." I should have gathered her in my arms and just loved her.
But somehow, I couldn't do that. She had broken my heart daily for two
years before I left home and I never heard from her while I was in college.
I was too deeply hurt to forgive her. "OK," was all I said.
On the bus, on the way back to Sisters, she had a miscarriage. I didn't
know about it until June, when I went home for the summer and grandma told
me. Audry finished high school, though no one would even talk to her,
since everyone shared my opinion of the guy who had knocked her up-and of
her for associating with him.
My parents were more on the ball than I'd ever realized. They knew all
about me and Audry, for instance. They never said anything because they
approved. And they silently died with me, when Audry took up with 'the
jerk'. They wanted only the best for me. They still loved Audry and hoped
that somehow we would work it out. I was still too immature-and too
hurt-to understand much of this.
I'd been home for summer break about a week. In that time, I'd seen
Audry onceacross a pasture. She'd given me a half-hearted wave, which I
returned in kind. Dad asked me to take a swing around the hills to the
south of the ranch. We'd lost a couple of horses and a half dozen cattle
in that area. If I could find any of them and shag them home, it would be
time well spent. Figuring to be gone a week or more, I took a packhorse
and alpine tent. It would be too cold to be sleeping under blankets only,
at the elevations where I'd be working. Experienced in that country, I
took a lot more provisions than I'd need. No trouble to bring the extra
home. A lot of trouble to go hungry, if I had to stay out longer than I
planned.
It was great being home. I can't think of country I like-no, love-more.
Not only is it beautiful, the land yields a good living to a family that
works with it. And the vistas that unfold before me delight my eyes. Late
in the afternoon, I topped a ridge above a meadow where I planned to camp
for the night. I'd been there before. There was the spring, in its rock
basin, feeding the creek that crossed the meadow. There was also a plume
of campfire smoke from the place I intended to camp. Nothing for it but to
ride on down. I could ride on an hour or two, if necessary. Normally the
meadow was plenty big enough for two camps. I didn't recognize the horses
picketed on the grass. I did recognize the slender figure that rose from
beside the fire. "Glad you made it in time for dinner. I thought for a
while there I'd have to eat this all myself," Audry said Swinging down from
my saddle, I turned just in time. Audry jumped from two yards away and
landed on me; arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Although this
was pleasant, I hadn't settled how I felt about Audry. So I gave her a
perfunctory hug and put her down. Then I asked if she'd mind if I camped
there. Coolly, she said, "Suit yourself." While I unsaddled the horses and
picketed them for the night, Audry busied herself serving the dinner she'd
prepared. At the time, it didn't occur to me to wonder why Audry was
there, or how she'd known I'd be along. I'd matured from a naïve 16 to a
cynical 20. But I hadn't grown up. (Elin and grandma had arranged things,
with Mom's blessing, after Audry had cried bitterly all one afternoon about
how she'd treated me and how stupid she had been. They arranged for Uncle
Rick to send me on the trip and Audry to meet me there. She'd been
prepared to stay in that meadow for days, until I showed up.) Our dinner
was quiet. "Thanks for the supper, Audry. It's nice not to eat my own
cooking on the trail. You've learned a bit about cooking, too. Good
meal." (She had learned. She carried a cast-iron Dutch oven, figuring the
extra weight paid off in better and healthier food. A lot less grease, and
a lot better and more varied menu than the skillet most cowboys carried.)
In the morning, I contributed the bacon and eggs-Audry cooked them. When I
was about ready to go, Audry asked if she could ride along. I looked
sharply at her. There was no guile or other expression on her face. She
just wanted to go with me. I nodded and we saddled our horses.
That afternoon, we topped out on a ridge higher than either of us had
gone before. Her horse moved alongside mine. Leaning over to grip my arm,
Audry said, "God, Robbie! Have you ever seen anything prettier?" Looking
out over the ranch and half of eastern Oregon, I thought the view was
marvelous. But it couldn't compare, in my mind, with a view of Audry,
writhing in ecstasy, with my cock imbedded in her. What insanity possessed
me, I don't know. I merely said, "Yeah. I've seen prettier sights."
Stung, Audry demanded, "Yeah? What?" "If you really want to know...?" She
nodded, impatiently. "You. Naked. Making love to me." Instantly, her
face crumbled and tears coursed down her cheeks. She almost fell from her
horse and batted the animals out of her way as she came around mine and
pulled me from my saddle. When I was on the ground, she attacked me with
her mouth; kissing whatever skin she could find. As my shirt got
unbuttoned, she kissed her way down my chest. I don't know how we got on
the ground, but I remember removing my boots, so she could pull my jeans
down. Somehow Audry got naked, too. A different Audry. Still tiny but
nevertheless a mature Audry. With generous breasts that defied gravity. A
flat, toned belly. Womanly yet slender hips. Legs that went on forever...
And, when I took the time to study it, a face that rivaled any on magazine
covers-with marks of character to give it interest.
Both of us were licking and kissing any skin we could reach-almost in a
frenzy. When I realized what we were doing, the absurdity hit me with
uncontrollable laughter. It was a catharsis... Audry caught it too. We
lay there, both naked, rolling over the debris on the ground, laughing our
fool heads off. Of course, we were holding tight to each other while we
were doing it. As soon as her breath was enough under control that she
wouldn't choke, Audry kissed me. Deeply. And with pushes and tugs and
little whimpers, guided my body above hers. Then she guided me in, as
women always do, to her most sacred place. Like our very first time, as
children, we lay there a long, unmeasured time.
We were again mated. We were home. There in the dirt, and the little
stones and twigs of a high-country trail. That realization came to us both
at the same time. Our motion quickened and we soon carried the other over
the crest into ecstasy.
That evening we found a small alpine meadow, with a tiny lake of
snow-water and a carpet of wild flowers. I pitched the tent while Audry
prepared our meal. After making sure the horses were OK, we hurried to
bed. It seemed that every part of Audry's body was responsive to my touch.
It might be an exaggeration, but it seemed to me that she would come if I
only caressed her breasts, or sucked her nipples. I know she came when I
licked her core, gently swiping my tongue along her love-bud while I
sampled the taste of her arousal. And she surely knew how to ring my
chimes-with her mouth and hands and breastsand even her ass. The only
reason we left the meadow was that the horses ate all the grass, and we
didn't want to destroy its delicate ecology. So we retreated to that
first, lower meadow, where we stayed three more ecstatic days-and nights.
We returned to the ranch side by side, holding hands.
~~ * * * * * ~~
Grandma convened a family meeting. Besides holidays, this was rare.
"We have a problem!" grandma started, when Audry's parents and mine were
seated, with us, around grandma's big table. "What's that, mom?" Uncle
Rick asked. "We've had a good year. The only bank loan we have is for the
new tractor. And we could pay it off out of reserves." "Not that kind of
problem, Rick," grandma said. "Well, what then?" mom demanded. She was
the least respectful of family among us. Her eastern family had always
felt we were beneath their exalted breeding. "Rob and Audry are going to
have babies soon. They want them pedigreed. How do we handle it?" Mom
looked ready to faint. Then she thought about it and calmed down. Aunt
Elin looked surprised and pleased. Dad was happy, but Uncle Rick looked
ready to kill us both. "Mom! What the hell...?" Uncle Rick started,
rising. "Sit down!" Our parents were raised to respect their mother-just
like they'd raised us. He sat. "You have raised these kids in a manner
that allows them only one choice-each other." Looking at Uncle Rick,
grandma continued, "Maybe you don't see that right now. Think about it.
You've conditioned them, from birth, to love each other. With your
training and example, where else could they find a mate?" "How about at
college?" mom ventured. "How about at college?" grandma returned. "How
many dates have you had, these last two years, Rob?" "One" I answered,
truthfully. "And did you get in her pants?" grandma asked-not concerned if
her question might embarrass me. "No. I didn't try." "Why not?" That old
woman sure bored in for the kill. "I just wasn't interested." "Don't you
like girls? Boys interest you more?" "Grandma! I am one hundred percent
heterosexual. Boys turn me off! I just never met anyone at college worth
the effort." "And Audry?" "Yeah, grandma. She's worth the effort." Grandma
nodded to both sets of parents, then started on Audry. "Audry, why did you
keep going with that classmate of Rob's?" "I thought Rob was taking me for
granted. And Larry was exciting." "Didn't you know how you were hurting
Rob?" "At first, I really didn't. Then, it seemed that Rob didn't care-and
I was too involved to stop." "What did you feel when you visited Rob in
Corvallis?" Both sets of parents sat up straight. They didn't know about
this. In fact, grandma and Aunt Elin were the only ones who knew that
Audry had been pregnant. (How they could not know was beyond me. I'd
taken one look, and known without question.) "Like my whole world had
collapsed. I'd taken Rob for granted too-the very thing I'd rejected him
for. I'd assumed he'd love me, no matter what I did-or did to him. When
he made me realize that I had to face the consequences of my actions on my
own, without him, I was devastated. I'm sure my miscarriage was the result
of my complete humiliation." Uncle Rick blurted, "What miscarriage?" while
my parents jerked even more upright than they had been. Grandma told them,
"For the past two years, Audry has had an affair with Larry Stapleton.
When she finally got pregnant, he threw her aside like last week's
laundry... As both Rob and I knew he would, since he's even more
shiftless, if that's possible, than his father." Uncle Rick grunted. He
knew Larry's dad to be about the most worthless man in the county. "Audry
went to Rob, at Corvallis, for help. I knew all about it, but she felt he
could help better than I. I suppose there was an element of not wanting to
share her shame here at home, too. "Rob loves Audry. He always has.
That's why the girls at college aren't interesting to him. He'd already
met his mate. But Audry hurt Rob, very deeply, with her relationship with
Larry. When she went to him for refuge, pregnant by his rival, having
spurned him for years, she did not get the warm, forgiving reception she
expected, in her fantasy... Rob treated her better than she deserved-he
gave her a bed for the night. But he rejected her." Audry, reliving all of
that and, comparing the excitement she'd felt with Larry against the deep,
abiding love she felt for me, wept silently; her tears trickling steadily
down her face. "Anyway, Audry miscarried on the bus and spent a couple of
days in the hospital in Salem. I brought her home from there." Aunt Elin
nodded. She'd wondered about the details. Mom, with her 'proper'
upbringing in the Virginia hunt country, asked, "Well, Rob? Do you have
anything to say?" "Yeah, mom. I do. Audry hurt me more than I've ever
been hurt. I hated her. I was angry, rejected, hurt, mad, wanted
revenge... All those things. And why? Because, mom, I love her more than
anything or anyone. My life, without Audry, wouldn't be worth living. I
want, more than anything, to be her man, the father of her children, the
one she looks to." Grandma nodded. "Audry?" Quietly, just above a whisper,
she spoke. "Rob. By all we've been taught, at home and at church, and by
the love we have for each other, I've sinned against you. Will you forgive
me? Can you forgive me?" Her face shone with love, and longing, and
regret. She knew, finally, just what she had done to me. And she knew that
she could never be complete, apart from me. The moment was mine. She'd
live-or die-with my decision. "Audry, I will forgive you. But I need to
know, can you stand by me-and no other? Can you resist the exciting,
flashy guys, the 'Larrys' who will try to steal you away?" "Of course I
can," she answered, with conviction. "You've shown me more excitement in
the last five days than I've ever known. And, Rob, you've shown me what
love is. I won't settle for less. You're stuck with me, if you'll have me
at all." I couldn't answer. I just kissed her, tenderly-passionately.
Grandma rounded up our parents with a look and herded them into the
parlor, while Audry kissed me and tried to make up for my years of hurt.
My parents were happy. Aunt Elin was, too. She knew Audry would make me
happyshe'd see to it. But Uncle Rick was still upset. He didn't think
either of us was wrong for the other. It was just that we were too closely
related. Dad and Uncle Rick are brothers, after all. Grandma put a stick
in his spokes early on in that argument. "Do you think you're malformed or
retarded in any way?" "Well. No, mom." "Well, what's the big deal then?
Rick, your biological father was probably my brother Dick. It might have
been daddy, but Dick is most likely. Anyway, you boys are half-brothers,
so the bloodline between Rob and Audry isn't all that close. "And even if
it was, several states allow legal marriage between first cousins. Why
should you be worried about the kids? Especially when you raised them in a
way that forced them together?" He still wasn't buying it. "OK, let's look
at it rationally. If they were first cousins, at most a fourth of their
genetic material would be identical. As it is, it would be something less
than that-say fifteen percent. At that point, they are, genetically,
almost the same as somebody off the street." He wasn't buying science. He
was looking at emotion and possible scandal. "Quit thinking like a moron
and start thinking like a parent. Like I've been doing for you with these
kids. Do you want your daughter happy? Do you want her healthy and
productive? This is your answer. I think you need a reality check." Dad
and Uncle Rick, meanwhile, were coping with the revelation that they
weren't both grandpa's sons. Grandma solved that in a hurry when she
quietly told them that grandpa was also one of her brothers. Mom fainted.
Dad grinned and asked why she didn't have any girl children-younger sisters
for him. With a wolfish grin of her own, grandma asked if he'd looked at
mom's mother's family tree closely.
Audry and I didn't really notice our parents' departure, or grandma
closing the door to give us privacy. I was kissing her with all the
passion in me. The past few days in the mountains had rekindled the fire.
In moments we were on grandma's sofa, naked, pounding at each other. As
she came, Audry wailed, then screamed her passion-while digging furrows
once more in my back. In the quiet cuddling time, after our passion was
spent, we heard soft chuckles through the door connecting to grandma's
parlor. We realized that our parents must have heard us... and that they
seemed to approve, since they were quietly laughing about something.
A bit later, we dressed and went looking for them. They had moved to
the porch, where they sat enjoying the sunset. When we appeared, we saw
smiling faces-of our family recognizing our adult status. Grandma said, "I
think you kids should move in with me. You can have the big room, and I'll
move into the room in back-where you won't get me horny listening to you
all the time. Then when you have kids, you'll already have plenty of room.
We did that and never regretted it. A month later, we married in a
neighboring state that allows cousins to marry. That fall, Audry went with
me to Oregon State, where she easily obtained admission.
Now I realized how closely I had dodged the bullet. She wouldn't have
given me another chance. She was too proud. I came frighteningly close to
spending my life apart from Audry. And Audry, for her part, was filled
with joy. She knew I was hers-and she was mine. She knew that we'd work
well together-we were a matched pair. And that we'd raise strong children
on the ranch, teaching them the values and strengths of our family. Above
all, we'd teach them love, by our example. Audry always felt a sense of
contrition about the years of torment she'd put me through. But she made
up for it. Even though it took her the rest of our lives.
(1) (c) 1998 by Extar International, Ltd. All rights reserved.
extar@hotmail.com
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