Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Jack Spratt Title: Jack Spratt's Heaven in the Mountains Summary: While riding the fence line of his ranch in the mountainous area, a furious, fall storm comes up quickly. The surprise storm puts Don and his young niece, Jayden, in a very precarious situation; especially for Don, considering hidden feelings he has for his niece, Jayden. His feelings are much more than an Uncle should have for his niece, and this all takes place in a single room mountain line camp, code named George. In a surprising development, Jayden's sexual wakening does him in. Don is helpless against her. Really, he didn't put up much of a fight. Keywords: M/f/ con ********************************************************* Fictional fantasy for adults only If stories involving adults and adolescences make you uncomfortable, stop reading or delete this story NOW. 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If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. Copyright (C) 2000, Jack Spratt. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication: Wednesday, September 20, 2000 Story Codes: M/f con Story intro: While riding the fence line of his ranch in the mountainous area, a furious, fall storm comes up quickly. The surprise storm puts Don and his young niece, Jayden, in a very precarious situation; especially for Don, considering hidden feelings he has for his niece, Jayden. His feelings are much more than an Uncle should have for his niece, and this all takes place in a single room mountain line camp, code named George. In a surprising development, Jayden's sexual wakening does him in. Don is helpless against her. Really, he didn't put up much of a fight. ***************************************************************** Heaven in the Mountains Another Story by Jack Spratt Part One of a Series Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing. ***************************************************************** The scenery is breathtaking. With the majestic mountains in the background, you couldn't ask for anything more panoramic. When the earth was formed, nature blest this area. My ranch extends up the side of that mountain. There are lush meadows that support the new calves and their mothers every spring. Now, a little about me: I am Don Parsons, fifty one. Never married, but I came close a few times. My ranch is my life; hell, I think mom gave birth to me in a saddle! The ranch has been in the family for three generations. If I don't get my act together, I could be the last, as I have no heirs. I do have a bro who, much to my chagrin, is married and has a heart throb of a daughter, my niece, Jayden, who has become the secret love of my life, but only in my mind. She is twelve going on twenty one. ***************************************************************** The ranch hands have completed the final round up of the various herds and have drove them to the winter corrals which are close to the ranch. Now, nature is calling in fall and the extreme weather. This time of year gives me a break, as I enjoy riding the extreme boundaries of the ranch. Each fall I ride the fence lines with a packhorse; you never know when an opportunity arrives for fresh deer. The peace of the mountain provides body renewal. It puts a man's soul at ease. It is usually a good time for hunting. Many deer enjoy the fruits of my meadows. I have always enjoyed deer meat, a definite change from beef. Because of the size of the ranch, sprawling over several square miles of meadows and some very thick bush land, we have a number of line camps. A line camp is usually a large one-room building with a wood stove, a large supply of wood and plenty of dry foodstuffs. It is a haven for anyone working in the area. At times, a storm can come up fast not allowing my men enough time to return to the ranch; this is when the camps are put to good use. All of the men make sure every camp is at maximum in provisions because they may be the one caught when a storm breaks. We tried to make sure to build them close to a mountain stream or another source of fresh water. ************************************************************ Just now, to my left, I saw movement. Slowly dismounting, I scan the horizon. There are three deer. Their ears are twitching, they are also aware of movement or danger. They must have caught my scent, but haven't located the source. They seem to be looking for the best escape route. I can see their ears twitching, like radar, in an attempt to pick up a sound. One is a majestic buck. Taking carful aim and slowly squeezing the trigger, my gun speaks and the mighty buck goes down. The other two run for the protection of the woods. I, nor my ranch hands, kill for sport, but for food. I lead my horses to the fallen buck. After preparing the meat, I load it on my packhorse and intend to head to the ranch. Then, I feel it. It's a sharp, biting, cold wind from nowhere. It's usually a sign of a winter storm approaching. Rapidly, the sky darkens. The closest line camp, George, is a half hour away. Hopefully, I have enough time to get there before the storm breaks which will bring high winds blowing snow and ice pellets; it would be hell on me and the horses. The wind picks up and I feel the first snowflake hit my face. Now, the sky is turning black, which is not a good sign! Finally, as I ride over a crest, Camp George comes into view. To my surprise, there is smoke curling out of the chimney. None of my men are supposed to be up here. No one in their right mind, other than an experienced outdoors person, would attempt to travel in this area at this time of year! I ride in and lead the horses to a small barn/shed, then feed and water them. There is another horse tied in the shed. It carries my brand. Nobody else was supposed to be riding this fence line: only me. I grab a hunch of the deer and head for the cabin. Someone is in there as the oil lamp has been lite. Entering the cabin I notice a form on the bed. A small beautiful face looks up. "Jayden? What the hell are you doing here?" Jayden is my twelve-year-old niece, my brother Rob and Alishia's daughter. Rob married the most breath taking African American woman I have ever seen. I still don't know what she sees in him! Every time I look at Alishia I envy my brother. She could have been a super model! Instead, Alishia settled on being a lowly Medical Doctor. She has a very successful medical practise. And Rob is a Senior Partner in a well-known legal firm. Needless to say, Jayden wants for nothing. However, she is very mature in her manners and has never taken advantage of her parent's financial position. She's been a summer fixture at the ranch for the last five years. During that time, the ranch hands and I have spoilt her rotten; it is a small revenge on my bro for marrying Alishia and, actually, it is just me being jealous. Jayden is very knowledgeable in the workings of the ranch. She has accompanied the crew many times during round up. I have always had a soft spot for her in my heart. Now, she is nearly a woman and has her mother's looks and body. The sloppy clothes she wears can't hide the fact that she is a very beautiful, well-endowed, young lady. I tingle every time I see her! Yes, I know that isn't right. "Daddy told me you would be riding the line today so I got up early. The cook made me a lunch. The storm took me by surprise, so I came to the camp." "Who knows you were going to be riding up here alone today?" "Chad and my dad." Chad is my foreman. I make a note to talk to him and my crazy bro, when I get back. "I wonder if the batteries for the radio still have power. They were new this summer. I will radio in, shortly, and tell all that we are okay. We will head back when the storm breaks." "Okay, uncle Don. I didn't think you would mind. I wanted to surprise you." "Well, I'm not angry at you; but, Chad, and your dad, should have known better. This is the storm season. When a storm comes up, as fast as they do, it is hard for a seasoned ranch hand to handle. I would have been worried sick about you. You know you are my favorite niece." "Uncle Don, I'm your only niece in the world." "Well, that makes you very precious to me. You are very close to my heart. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. You mean so much to me." "What do you mean, Uncle Don?" Me and my big mouth: my feelings towards her are very private. How can I tell her she is my living dream? Many a night, when she came for her hug before going to bed, she would sit on my knee and hug me. It always has the same effect on me: a hurting erection. She always feels so soft and smells so good: bath soap, shampoo and sometimes a touch of her mom's perfume are all a very powerful combination! Jayden's movements, like her mother's, are very feminine and very graceful. She is a pleasure to be around. Her small titties push into my chest when she kisses me good night. Last night the little vixen actually tried to shove her tongue into my mouth. To change this dangerous subject I say, "I think we had better cut this meat into some steaks for supper. What have you got left from your lunch?" "Just some cookies, two apples and two bottles of water." "I will cut the steaks, which you can fry; then, I'll venture to the stream for fresh water for coffee. The water heater, which is attached to the stove, can be filled with snow. There are plenty of dried veggies and some gravy mix in the food pantry; plus, a large selection of other dehydrated foods. Take a look to see what else the boys have brought up here. It should be a good variety." After carving the hunch of meat, I grab a bucket and head out into the howling storm. The wind is driving down the mountain, making visibility very difficult. It carries little icy pellets that hit my face like bullets. In the short time since arriving at the cabin, nearly a foot and a half of snow has fallen. Some of the drifts are nearly four feet high! It is a good thing I had been close to the line camp George. This line camp has a full sized wood stove with an oven and water jacket. I remember when the men brought it up to the camp. I thought they were crazy. It took all day with the team and buckboard! As I pass though the woodshed, I am happy to see at least twelve cords of seasoned, dry firewood. That is more than enough to keep us warm for a full winter. Opening the door, I can smell deer steak frying and biscuits baking. Jayden found a box of biscuit mix. She used her bottled water for the mix; the aroma of her baking fills the cabin with a mouth-watering smell. "Jayden, that smells good! I'm glad you spent all that time in the kitchen with Cooky. Now we will use the radio and see if we can get through to the ranch base station." Unpacking the radio, I connect the batteries. The indicator light tells me they are fully charged. There are three more additional new batteries still wrapped in their protective coatings. These are long life batteries. My men are always cautious when it comes to surviving mountain weather. Many have spent their life riding the ranges and know it is important to be very respectful of the weather changes. I have even been in severe snowstorms in mid-July! Turning on the radio, I call, "Line Camp George to Base. Come in base." All the line camps have names, making it easier to identify where anyone is staying during a storm. There is terrible interference and static as the storm howls in the night. "Line Camp George to Base, please respond." "Base to Line Camp George, is that you, boss?" "Yes, Cooky, it's me. I'm at George and have Jayden with me." "Oh, thank goodness! Rob, Alishia and the crew were worried sick when she didn't come back. We can't even move here. There is about two feet of fresh snow and it is blowing hard!" "Are all the crews accounted for?" "Yes, they are all here or in line camps. All safe." "Good. Tell everybody we will keep in touch; but, will not move until the storm is over and the sun comes out." "Okay, boss. Good luck! Just a minute, Rob is here." "Hello, Jayden?" Rob's voice comes over the speaker. I hand the mike to Jayden. "Hello daddy, I'm okay. Don and I are just about to sit down and eat. Sorry if I worried anyone." "It is okay, Jayden. I'm glad you are with Don. Be good to your Uncle and we will see you when the storm breaks." "Ok, daddy. I will keep Uncle Don well fed." I took back the mike. "Rob, I will make sure nothing happens to Jayden." "Ok, Don." "Over and out." I tune to a weather band. The announcer tells me what I already know. It is one of the earliest winter storms in years and isn't supposed to abate for three or four days, maybe longer. "Jayden, you get the table ready. I will fill that large pot with snow and put it on the stove so we have some hot water to wash the dishes. You can use the water in the stove well to clean up as well." Dinner is fantastic! Everything tastes good. After dinner, Jayden washed and I dried. With dishes put away, we sit down and just let the meal settle. I brought some current magazines with me, but the lamp light isn't the best for reading. "Jayden, maybe we should turn in. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. We are safe here. We have lots of wood and plenty of lamp oil and a full larder of food." "Okay, Uncle Don. I'm tired. It has been a long day for me. But, I would like to wash-up." "There is lots of hot water. Help yourself." Jayden got off the bed and went to the sink counter. She poured some water into an old-fashioned wash basin. She has her own soap and shampoo in her pack. "Jayden, there is a laundry tub in the shed, if you wish to a bath." "I would love to, Uncle Don. Do you think we have enough hot water?" "We didn't use the water in the stove reservoir and it is likely boiling now. I'll get the tub and let it warm up before you pour the water in it." "Thanks, Uncle Don. You are my favourite Uncle." "Yes, I'm your only Uncle." The cabin is warm because the wood stove produces volumes of heat and the cabin space isn't that big. We certainly will be comfy! I prepare two bunks ready for sleeping with sheets, blankets and pillows with cases. When not in use, everything is sealed in plastic and hung from the rafters, in an attempt to the critters from destroying them; it usually works. As I turn around, I am mesmerised. Jayden has taken off her shirt and is silhouetted in the lamp light. Her breasts are full and her nipples are pushing out against the material of her bra. John Thomas reacts to the exotic view. Her graceful, feminine movements are a joy to watch. Actually, thinking about it, I'd have enjoyed watching my niece if she was peeling potatoes. I feel a sudden desire to reach out and touch someone, Jayden! But, I won't initiate anything. I certainly have thought about her; but, I keep telling myself she is my niece. Then, she lowers her jeans. It gives me a view of her long and well-toned legs. As she moves around, she exposes her flat tummy, with a noticeable deep belly button, and her pubes. She is wearing a sexy, white bikini-type panty that looks very sensual against her ebony skin. Now, me and John Thomas are really interested in Jayden as a woman! "Uncle Don, I would like to wash my under things." Now this is getting a little too exotic for me. "Hang on, I have an extra shirt you can wear." Past experience has taught me to bring an extra set of clothes when riding. I have been known to fall in creeks and bogs while rescuing calves and animals. So, my saddle bags are packed with extra everything. I hand her the shirt. "Uncle Don, you are going to have to turn around." Turning to face the wall is actually very enlightening. What Jayden doesn't realize is there is a small mirror on that wall exposing her. Watching her movements, in fascination, I stand frozen taking in the view. Jayden unhooks her bra releasing her breasts that stand out from her body with hard nipples that need attention; now I am hurting! She lowers her panties. When she leans over to retrieve them from the floor, I am blessed with a view of heaven and her tight rosebud. With light of the lamp, and the flames from the open front of the stove, Jayden's body is illuminated. Her legs are slightly spread. Her pussy lips are full topped by a trimmed bush. John Thomas shows his appreciation, my pants are tented. Then, Jayden takes her washcloth and wipes down her breasts. Then she gently washes her pussy. Her eyes appear to be closed, as the cloth moves up and down her slit. I can only assume she is caressing her clitoris, Hmmm . . . how I want to be that cloth! Her damp ebony body glows in the light. I can't move. She then gently towels off and grabs the shirt. She looks gorgeous. "Okay, Uncle Don, I'm done. I just have to wash my clothes and hang them up. Do I get the top bunk?" "Yes. I will dump the water and then blow out the lamp once you are settled down." "Ok. I will just be a minute." I watch as she wrings out her panties and bra. She hangs them on a line close to the stove to dry. The heat will have them dry by the morning. She walks over to the bunk beds. "How do I get on top?" "Put your leg on the lower bed and hoist yourself." I watch as she does just that. When Jayden lifts her leg, I am shown such beauty: When she lifts her leg, she spreads her pussy. I can only stare and savor her body. Her pink, inner pussy lips look so tasty; John Thomas pushes to get involved. Jayden's lower lips appear moist and not from the bath water! I wonder if we are both thinking the same thing? I can hope!! "Good night, Uncle Don." "Good night, Jayden. Hopefully the storm lets up by morning. It will take a few days for the snow to melt before we can leave." I got up and dumped the tub, then threw more logs into the stove. The damper is set for a slow burn. Hopefully, there will be coals in the morning. The lamp is now extinguished. The bunks are about two feet apart. Jayden's breathing suggests she is already asleep; it has been a long, stressful day. Her clean, feminine, fresh scent fills the cabin; a clean floral scent. When I close my eyes, my thoughts are about the wonders of Jayden's body as she bathed. The storm rages on. ***************************************************************** When I awake, the cabin is cool. The wind is still howling. Struggling to my feet, the cool air hits me as steam rises from my body. It is much colder than I had anticipated. The stove is still warm. There are still a few glowing embers, the new logs will ignite quickly. Back in my bunk I bury myself in the blankets, close my eyes and go back to sleep. *************************************************************** The smell of coffee woke me. Fresh brewed coffee in the morning is a call to get up. Jayden arose earlier and is continuing her role as little miss homemaker. She is still wearing my shirt. The sight has John Thomas stirring. Then, reality sets in. Stupid! That is your niece! Jayden is working around the counter. The aroma of fresh biscuits is evident. Jayden has turned out to be a great asset in this crisis. "Get up, sleepy head. Breakfast is nearly ready. We have steak, biscuits and scrambled eggs. There is a lot of food in that pantry." "It's a good thing. I don't know how long we will be here." The sun is bright. But, because of the wind still whipping up snow, I couldn't tell if the storm had abated. Jayden's silhouette is accented in the bright, natural light coming in the windows. Her body is breathtaking! Her sizeable breasts stand out. Her luscious nipples are very evident. She still is minus any under garments. My subconscious has to keep reminding me that Jayden is my niece. After dressing, I step outside to check the sky. There is a bright area where the sun is shining, but it's about to disappear as black clouds are moving in from the north. The storm is not over yet. Breakfast was delicious. Jayden did herself proud. "Camp George to Base." "Base to Camp George, how are you doing, Don?" "We are fine. Jayden is the cook and doing a fine job of it. How are things at the Ranch?" "Well, we had another two feet of snow last night. The wind is still strong. All the hands are have reported in from the other camps with no problems. I personally checked all the line camps and everybody has been accounted for. We are just waiting it out." "Okay, here, it looks like another storm is moving in. The sky is black. So we won't be moving for a while. Tell my brother that Jayden is fine. We have everything we need, including fresh meat. I shot a buck on the way up to the camp." "Your brother is here listening." "Good, Camp George out." "Base out." "Jayden, it looks like you chose the wrong time to ride the fence line." "No, Uncle Don, I get to spend the time with you." With that comment, Jayden jumps into my arms. Her body is molded against mine. My body reacts. There is no way she doesn't feel John Thomas pushing into her tummy and pubes. Jayden looks up and kisses me. I hold her tight, enjoying the feeling of her lips and the taste of lip-gloss. Somehow, the shirt has risen and my hands are grasping soft, warm, bare skin. Her bum is so soft. I massage it gently. "Oh, Uncle Don, that feels good." "Jayden, you know we shouldn't be doing this." Jayden's legs circle my body. Her pubes are now against my stomach, just above the bulge John Thomas is making. I carry her to the bunk and slowly lower us both. Then I manage to untangle my body from hers. "Young lady, you get dressed before something happens. I have to feed the horses. I will also get more drinking water. The cold air will do me good." I grab my bush coat, mitts, hat and leave. The cold air is exhilarating! It certainly clears the cobwebs out of my brain. That was close. I can still feel the dampness of Jayden's pussy on my skin! I have to keep reminding myself Jayden is my under-aged niece. It is a challenge to keep that fact foremost in my mind. Jayden reminds me of her beautiful mother. Look, but don't touch. The horses are fine. Their breath forms steam that flows from their frosted nostrils. There are still oats in the bin and about ten bales of meadow hay; plenty of solid food for all three animals. The balance of the deer carcass is frozen solid. We have about twenty-five pounds in the cabin cut into steaks and three roasts. Jayden and I can survive for a considerable length of time on what we have. I fight my way to the stream carrying the water buckets. Some of the drifts are now about six feet high. I have to break ice to get water. Once back at the cabin I ask, "Jayden, did you see any portable water containers in the pantry?" "Yes, Uncle Don. There are four of the folded up ones." "Would you put them close to the stove to soften the plastic? I want to fill them with drinking water just in case it gets really bad outside. I don't like drinking melted snow." Once the plastic water containers were pliable enough, we filled them from the water buckets. It took five trips to the creek to get enough water to fill them plus the buckets themselves. I hope we don't have to use them; but, it is better to be safe than sorry. I also filled the water reservoir on the stove and all the large pots with snow to melt for dishwashing and bathing. By tonight I will need a good bath as well. I've been sweating lugging all of that water. "Jayden, get bundled up and grab the fishing tackle hanging on the wall. The wind has let up. Maybe we will get lucky and land enough trout for supper." Fishing in this weather could provide us with a good catch or not even a bite. Nature is hard to read. But, there is only one way to find out. Jayden is dressed for the weather, with a heavy parka and lined ski pants that are tucked into heavy winter boots. At least she came up to the line camp prepared. You can always take off clothing, if need be. You can't create clothing if you didn't bring enough. Surprisingly, the fishing goes well. In an hour, we had enough trout for dinner and a meal tomorrow. When it is this cold, everybody eats like a horse. You need calories to create body heat. We gather our gear and head back to the cabin. After cleaning all the fish, there is plenty for a good feed tonight and enough for a good meal tomorrow. Jayden is going to try her hand at baking some bread. Remember, I mentioned my men made sure that the line camps are all well stocked. She found fifteen pounds of flour, powdered milk and some yeast. The flour is wrapped in four cupped vacuum-sealed plastic containers. There are plenty of powdered eggs among the supplies as well. It's my job to keep the stove at a steady heat by using the dampers. The wood box beside the stove is full. All the lamps have been fueled. We are ready for whatever weather is coming. Since we came inside the sun has disappeared. The wind is now howling. Heavy snow is falling once again; it doesn't look good. Large snowflakes whirl around the sky. Fortunately, we completed all the chores this morning. The current weather would make it nearly impossible to do outdoor chores. "Can I help you with the bread?" "No, coward, you can't." "Coward?" "Yes! You left me this morning feeling very frustrated!" Now, I know what it means to be frustrated, but Jayden? At twelve? I wasn't sure. And I wasn't about to ask! I took the cowards way out and grabbed one of my magazines and sat by the window, all I could do is look at the pictures. Discretion is the better part of valour. A closed mouth gathers no foot! It wasn't that long before the cabin smelt of baking bread. If it tastes as good as it smells we are due for a tasty supper. After this morning's escapade, I look at Jayden differently. Some of her comments suggest she is a helluva lot more mature than her age suggests. Jayden is wearing the T-shirt that doesn't hide the beauty of her breasts. Since she is close to the wood stove, Jayden's skin glows with a moist sheen. Her soft facial features and full lips have me imagining things that are taboo. John Thomas is also interested, as my protrusion confirms. I'm tingling! My mind is wandering again. "Don, the bread is just about ready. Too bad we don't have fresh butter." "Well, I do have some margarine. I forgot all about it till you mentioned butter. It is in my saddlebag in the woodshed, likely frozen like a rock by now. I will get it. It shouldn't take long for it to soften." Margarine keeps a lot longer than butter. I use it for frying on the trail. It also comes in handy for rubbing it on my wind burnt face. It doesn't look pretty, but it does the job. The horses look up at me looking for a treat. I gave them all a cup of oats. As I thought, the margarine is as hard as a rock. Jayden is just taking the bread out of the oven when I return. The loaves look delicious. My mouth is watering. "Do you want to have an early supper?" It's four thirty. "Yes, that would be nice, then we can clean up. Did you notice the storm has picked up?" "Yes. When I was out in the shed, the wind felt stronger than yesterday. If we get more snow, the drifts could build up another two feet. We could be here for a while. It is too deep for the horses to travel through." "Yes. I was thinking that as well. Do you want to fry the fish?" I got the frying pan and placed it on a corner of the stove to warm it up. I placed a little deer fat in the pan to melt. Jayden removes the loaves from the bread pans. I watch her every move, but my mind has me doing a helluva lot more with her. Hell! I am really rangy. What I need is a dose of saltpeter. Jayden slices the bread. I watch as she spreads the margarine. The warm bread melts it immedietly. She hands me prepared slice. "Oh, Jayden, that tastes good! You are going to make some lucky guy one hell of a wife one day." "Or lover." Again, Jayden hits me with that line of thought. A lover? She has to be thinking something erotic to come up with that. I pretend to ignore the comment. Our dinner was a tasty delight. The fried fish, with the fresh bread, went down well. There are no leftovers. The coffee is just about ready. "Are you full, Jayden?" "Yes, Uncle Don." "Well, we don't have anything for dessert." "Yes we do." "What are you talking about? Did you find something in the pantry?" "No." "Well?" "You." "Jayden, don't start that. I'm your uncle! You shouldn't even be thinking things like that." "Don, you can't say you haven't looked at me as more than your niece. I have seen you when you thought I wasn't looking. Besides, we are here alone in the cold. I'd love to cuddle with you to keep warm." "You know we have to keep our relationship platonic. I can't believe I am even discussing this with you." "Don, you are just saying that because you think you should. I want to be close to you. I'm not ashamed to admit it. Are you?" Now, I certainly didn't want to answer that question truthfully; so, I took the coward's way out. I changed the subject. "We should clean up the dinner dishes. Then think about bathing before all the natural light is gone." "Uncle Don . . . you make me so angry." I start to clean up, trying to ignore Jayden's innuendoes. I know what she wants. Actually, the same thing I do! But I can't admit it. After all the dishes are put away, I got the old tub and put it front of the stove. The heat will warm it up so both Jayden and I can have a bath. I am beginning to smell like a pair of well-used sneakers. Once the metal of the tub has lost it chill, I start to fill it with the hot water from the reservoir. "Jayden, your bath will be ready shortly. After you are done, I will have mine." "Why don't we take one together?" "Jayden, I thought we settled that. You know we shouldn't even be talking about things like that. You are my niece." I felt a thump on my back. Jayden had thrown a book at me. Again, I attempt to ignore her. She wasn't going to make it easy. "Ok, it is ready. I have left a bucket of cold water next to the tub if it is too hot." Moving to the bunks, I stand with my back to Jayden. I can hear her mumbling under her breath. Again, I watch her in the mirror as she removes her clothing. John Thomas appreciates the show. Jayden's body glows in the natural light. I watch in awe as she steps into the tub. She remains standing as she washes her legs. Her hands run over her tummy and then to her pussy. She seems to take extra time massaging her pubes, spreading the luv lips and sawing her finger back and forth. She did the same thing to her bum cheeks. My mouth is watering, wondering how her attributes would taste. She then sits in the tub and slowly washes her breasts. t Her nipples are standing out like jewels. I can smell her bath soap. The haunting aroma filled the cabin. Jayden stands up and steps out of the tub. I watch her every movement as she dries herself, wishing I was the towel! She gently pats her complete body. Then she pulls on my T-shirt. "Ok, Uncle Don. I'm done. You can have your bath next." I walk towards the tub. Jayden watches me. Her bedroom eyes are appealing to me to kiss her full lips. I'm tempted to grab her. My will power kicks in. "Thanks, Jayden. Now, you turn your back to the wall. I won't be long." It is interesting to watch as she climbs into my lower bunk. I was hoping to see her pussy displayed like last night. Thinking about it has my erection standing at attention. I got out my clean shorts and was ready to get into the tub when I looked and saw Jayden was laying on the bunk with her back to me. I stripped and started bathing. Nothing fancy for me: I used the hand soap that my riders use. I was nearly done when I hear, "Uncle Don, you are a pervert!" Now, a comment like that deflated my erection quicker than being doused with ice water. "Jayden, what the hell are you talking about?" "That mirror on the wall! I can see you all of you! You watched me bath, right? You likely did the same thing last night. Did you like what you saw?" I heard her get off the bunk. When I turn around, she is heading towards me. With a quick movement, my T-shirt she is wearing is now on the floor. Her supple body has my attention. It is far too late to hide my fascination for Jayden. She picks up the towel. "Uncle Don, get out of the tub. I'm going to dry you." "Jayden, you shouldn't be doing this." "Don, you should talk! Don't you like what you are looking at?" A person can only take so much. My will power is waning. Jayden is standing naked in front of me. Hell, I stare with my mouth wide open! Jayden's everything a man could want or dream of. I surrender. Reaching for her, I softly cup her head in my hands and draw her face to me; we kiss with me finally enjoying her full lips. Her tongue darts into my mouth. Jayden's hand on my erection, now totally engorged. "Oh, Don, this is what I have been dreaming about for years. But first we have to dry you off." "What do you mean dreaming about for years?" "Well, ever since I have been coming to your ranch, I fascinated what it would be like to be your girlfriend and lover. We had some wonderful times in my dreams. I have been reading romantic western novels for years." Jayden slowly dries my body. But, she keeps coming back to my erection. Her soft, warm hands feel so good. She enjoys touching me. She cups my balls, separating them in the sack. "Come on, Don, you won't need your shorts. Tonight we are going to cuddle." Jayden uses John Thomas as a lead as we head to the bunk. When she turns around, I gave her a full body hug. Her breasts crush into my chest as I ran my hands down her back to her bum cheeks. She is so soft. "Oh, Jayden, you know we shouldn't have let this happen. You are so beautiful. I have watched you grow up to be a beautiful woman." Jayden releases herself from my hug and lowers herself onto the lower bunk. She guides my face to her young nipples. Kissing both of her breasts, numerous times, I then taste each nipple. There is no disappointment. I ran kisses down her body, over her tummy, and to her belly button. Jayden is enjoying the sensation my kisses are bringing her body. I tongue her belly button and was rewarded with a squirming body. Heaven is next. Jayden's body shifts and her legs spread. My lips are at her little patch of hair before kissing her love lips. The chocolate outer lips frame her pink opening. I can see moisture forming. My first taste of her warm juice is like a fine wine. I kiss her luv lips enjoying a taboo area. My tongue enters her as deeply as possible. My reward is a gusher of juice. Gently sucking Jayden's clitoris brings her to her first climax of the night. Jayden's body arches as she cums. "Uncle Don, that was wonderful! I have never cum that hard before." "Jayden, that is only the first one! I love making you cum." I roll Jayden over on her tummy. Gazing at the smooth skin on her back, and her rounded bottom, has me kissing her shoulders, down her back, to her smooth cheeks. Jayden is moaning. My fingertips explore both bum cheeks and the wonder they guard while enjoying the soft expanse of skin. Gently spreading her cheeks, I gaze at her tight rosebud and think of its great potential, at least that is my hope. I kiss the opening, and then I use my tongue. Jayden starts to squirm and moan. "Don, you shouldn't do that." That what her body is saying, though, as her bum lifts and pushes against my probing tongue. Her brown star is squashed against my tongue. As I run butterfly kiss on her bum cheeks, Jayden turns over and grabs my head and forces it to her moist pussy. "Eat me, Uncle Don. It feels so good!" I do what I am told; my mouth is all over Jayden. She moves in anticipation. Many times her body trembles in the throes of a strong climax. Her body squirms and turns. My face always ends up between her legs. For one so young, her supply of pussy juice is inexhaustible. Jayden has a distinct taste, one I certainly will be addicted to in a very short time. "Oh, Uncle Don, I can't take any more. I'm too tender for more." Look up at her, I see Jayden seems to be in a world of her own; her secretions are still seeping from her swollen luv lips, the whitish liquid slowly seeps downward covering her rosebud. Me? I must look ridiculous with my face covered with her secretions. When she notices my mess, she smiles; I am sure she is suppressing a giggle. "Uncle Don, I'm going to have to clean you." "No, I can do it." "I caused it. I will clean it." With that, her naked body heads for the stove for warm water and then the wash basin. She grabs a facecloth and moistens it. As she approaches me, I can't help but notice she is all women. Jayden's luv lips are puffy from all the excitement. Her nipples stand out proud. I only thought I was falling in love with my young niece; it is no longer a thought, I am head over heels in love with her! After the wonders we just experienced, I will worry about the consequences tomorrow. Tonight, I am going to love her. Jayden stands over me and gently washes my face. Her nipples are right in my face. Closing my eyes, my hands cup her soft breasts. In the fog of my mind, something jogs me; her hands are on John Thomas. "Hmmm, this I will have to take care of." Her warm breath flows over the swollen head. One hand is slowly pumping. The other is cupping my balls. Now this is a great feeling. I am enjoying the wonders, my eyes closed when I feel her warm mouth engulf me. The vacuum of her sucking and the constant stroking has my total attention. "Jayden, if you keep that up I am going too cum." Jayden continues. When she feels me getting close, she stops prolonging my climax. I have been with mature women who didn't use that technique. Jayden kept me on the edge for what seemed like hours. Then it happened. The explosion of cumming produced a rush like no other I had ever felt. I pumped until I was dry. Totally exhausted, I brought Jayden into my arms and kissed her. "You are my best niece in the world." "Yes, you're my only niece in the world!: We said in unison. Once I stoked the stove, and blew out the lamps, we lay naked in the bottom bunk. It felt so good to have a woman in my arms again. Jayden drifted off in a relaxed sleep. I followed shortly after. I awoke to the wind howling. Jayden wasn't in bed. The cabin was warm which meant she was up and about. Then, the smell of coffee hits me. Jayden is at the table mixing something. I assume it is breakfast. She is wearing my T-shirt and that is all she is wearing. "Get up sleepy head! Pancakes will be ready shortly. The coffee is made." I get dressed. Just watching Jayden is erotic. In my tiny mind, all of movements are sexual. So, you know where my mind is, right? But, before anything happens, I have to check the weather. "I am going to feed and water the animals before I have breakfast." The weather hadn't let up. The snow is still falling and the wind is building larger drifts than yesterday. The animals are holding up well. The grain and the spring hay are a good base for them. The shed protects them from the wind. Their body heat keeps the area warm and keeps the water trough from freezing. Returning to the cabin, I am greeted by the smell of fresh pancakes. Hunger hits me. Jayden has also cooked deer steaks. The combination makes a filling breakfast. "Jayden, we had better talk about last night. It shouldn't have happened. I apologise for being so weak." "Weak? Uncle Don, you were wonderful! I never felt so good in all my life! I hope it takes a month before the weather clears up; then, I will have more time with you. And don't you even think that just one night is enough! I want more! You still have to make love to me. I want to feel that beauty inside of me. By the way, you taste good." Jayden has a soft smile on her face. I was going to go into a lecture about what we did was wrong. It would be pointless now, after what she just said. "You know it is wrong. My Brother, your dad, would have me shot." "What they don't know won't hurt them. I certainly will not tell anybody about the wonderful time I had, at least not for twenty years. I will tell it to my daughters when they are my age." "Let's check in at the ranch. I want to hear what the weather is like down the mountain." The weather is the same as we are experiencing. The weather channel is forecasting four to seven more days of the same. Even if it ended tomorrow, it would take at least a week for the snow to melt enough so we could actually leave the cabin with the horses and head for the ranch. Jayden talked to her parents, who commented about the happiness in her voice. She told them it was my fault. I was keeping her well protected. She told them she was learning a lot and planned to learn a lot more before she got back. She was looking right at me when she said that. She had lifted the T-shirt and spread her legs so I could see her puffy luv lips. Jayden knew how to tease. Jayden had a satisfied look on her face. It is no wonder I couldn't get enough of her. I finally convinced Jayden to dress. After breakfast, I noticed we needed more fresh water. I had found a pair of snowshoes in the barn. One of the ranch hands must have brought them. Obviously, he had been here in a similar storm and wasn't going to be unprepared again. I belted them to my boots. Once outside, the weather is cold and unforgiving. The wind side of the cabin had disappeared from sight in the night, as snowdrifts are now level with the roof top. If it weren't for the smoke curling out of the chimney, you wouldn't know that the cabin existed. The trip to the stream is difficult, and carrying the empty water container doesn't help. The path, that had been created, is buried. I walked on top of drifts four to six feet deep, praying they didn't collapse under my weight. After locating the stream, I had to find an open area with no ice. Once the containers were full, I started back. I was never so glad to see the smoke curling out of the cabin's chimney. The wind had started up again and the snow was whipping through the air, slamming into my face. In the short time from the creeks, the water in the bucket had a thin ice crust on it. After taking off the snowshoes, I welcome the warmth of the cabin. Jayden, little miss homemaker, is baking. She had found a can of lard and dried apples. Her hands, and part of her face, are covered with flour; which is quite a contrast to her dark skin. "I'm glad to see you, Don. I have been watching the storm build up again." Jayden comes over to me and gives me a lover's kiss. Her warm body feels so good. My hands run up and down her supple body. There is no bra strap to hinder me. It wouldn't take much to carry her to the bunk and make love to her. But, I pull away. Jayden looks at me and starts to laugh. Apparently the flour she had on her face was now spread all over mine. "You look funny. Your red face is covered with flour." "Well, you should look in the mirror! You are not much better." Jayden went back to her baking. I sat down and watched Jayden bake. Knowing all about her body put me in a blissful state. Tonight is something I am looking forward to! Jayden works steadily preparing the pies. They are on the counter waiting to go into the oven. I volunteer to help with the cleanup. After all, I am going to enjoy the fruits of her labor. Besides, I love being close to her. Jayden is a disturbing influence; but, in a nice way. Soon the cabin is in order; all the pans have been washed and stored. We sit on the lower bunk in each other's arms. "After the pies are baked, we will have an early supper. Please make sure the stove water reservoir is full, as well as the large pots. We will need it for our bath tonight. I am going to bathe you and you will bathe me." I closed my eyes to imagine Jayden's body, naked in the lamp light, as I wash her from head to toe. It is a wonderful sight. The next thing I hear is Jayden. "Wake up, Uncle Don! I have steaks cooking. We will have the meat with pasta and sauce. The pie will be your first dessert." The minx has a smile on her face. We both know what she is referring to. I got up and cut some bread, then made the coffee. It didn't take long to hear and smell it perking. The smell of food cooking fills the cabin with mouth-watering aromas. But, I can't keep my eyes off Jayden. "Is there anything else I can do?" "No, you can sit down at the table and I will serve supper." The meal is delicious and, if you consider Jayden is cooking all the items from memory, she is a wonderful cook and now a lover. "Jayden, what are you planning for tonight?" "Well, I want to be a woman shortly into the evening." "I don't have protection. The last thing I want to remember about this storm is you getting pregnant." "As soon as I started my monthlies, mom had me put on the pill. She was concerned my hormones would get in the way of my good judgement. I told her not to judge everybody by herself. Then, she told me there may be a Rob in my life one day and that things could get out of hand. I don't have a Rob, but someone better." "You brought them with you?" "Yes, they are always in my makeup case. Yes, I wear make-up. Not much, mind you; but, just enough to keep you interested." I look at her. She is radiant. I still can't believe what has happened in the past twenty-four hours. Tonight is going to be memorable! I keep wondering when I will wake up and find out I have been dreaming about this. If that is the case, my hope is I don't talk in my sleep. After supper, it is a race to get everything cleaned and put away. Jayden is determined to have a very sexual evening. "Uncle Don, please get the tub and place it in front of the stove." As an obedient servant, I lug the tub to the stove. I check the water supply. There will be a plenty of hot water. Soon, the tub is full of steaming water. The soap is on the table and wash clothes are hanging on the edge. With the two buckets of snow to cool the water if needed, everything is ready. "Uncle Don, get undressed." Again, I did as I am told. Watching Jayden undressing has my John Thomas standing at attention. Jayden turns. "Now that is what I like to see! It looks like you are ready for action. Come to the tub. I am going to bathe you." I stand there, like an idiot. Jayden grabs a chair and sits down. Her feet are still in the tub. Her beauty just glows. I never thought I could feel the desire for a woman as much as I feel it for Jayden. Her hands are all over my body. My eyes close, enjoying the feeling of her exploring. The felings are fantastic. She washes my whole body. She took an extra-long time on my John Thomas, closely examining every inch. She rolled back my foreskin and kissed my bulging purple head. Then, Jayden slowly dries me. The feel of her hands on me keeps my blood boiling and John Thomas rock hard. "Now, it is my turn." I get out and Jayden stands up in the tub. I am sitting in her chair and admiring her young body. She is my ebony Venus. Her body just flows. I study every inch and, then, do it again. Her luv lips are full and still puffy from last night. I have to fight the desire to lean over and bury my face between her legs. I want Jayden more than I have ever wanted any woman in my life. With luck, and self-control, I do manage to complete the job. I dry her precious body, very slowly, taking my time to enjoy her soft skin. My kisses complete the task. Lifting Jayden, I carry her to the bunk. It is like placing a treasure on a pedestal. "Don, make love to me. I want you." I start kissing her legs and slowly work up to her thighs. My soft love bites make her squirm. Heaven is right in my face, but I just kiss all around it. It is my Achilles Heel. Once there, I'll never leave. My kisses continue up her body, from her bellybutton to her rising breasts. Her nipples are hard and tasty, giving me to linger a bit. Kissing Jayden's lips is very emotional. Her arms circle my neck. Jayden likes to use her tongue. Once released from her embrace, she rolls onto her tummy. My kisses run down her backbone to her full cheeks. My face rubs each globe. Spreading her cheeks reveals her perfect brown star. My tongue flicks the tight opening, giving the rim a glazed look. Jayden's body is pulsating. I am so close to heaven. "Oh Don, don't stop." Jayden rolls over on her back. I just stare. Her luv lips are full. They shine with a light coating of moisture. She spreads her legs wide. The first kiss is addictive. Gently spreading her luv lips exposes a beautiful hard clitoris. The pink inner lips accent her clitoris, which is standing at attention. I continue to kiss and lick. Sucking her clitoris makes Jayden twist and turn. I bring her to the brink, but stop. Two can play that game! Finally, I let her cum; it was hard. Her body tenses and her hips push upwards against my tongue. Jayden's hands are on the back of my head, pulling my face into her. Her juice flows onto my lapping tongue. What could be better than this? "Uncle Don, I want you to fuck me. Now!" My large body is over her in an instant. Jayden grabs John Thomas and guides him to heaven. My body moves slowly. "Jayden, this may hurt." "I don't care. I want you so much!" Jayden raises her hips and accepts about half an inch. I can feel the resistance; her cherry. Then, with a deft thrust, the resistance ends. Jayden flinches as her hymen surrenders. I wait till her body accepts the intruder. Then, my pumping has her matching each thrust. Jayden rams her hips upwards to match my downward motion. Her tight pussy feels exhilarating on my shaft. I want it to go on; but, I can feel the pressure building up. Jayden is bucking and moaning. I did feel her cum twice. The look on her face is that of excitement and contentment. "Jayden, I can't take much more. I am going to cum." "Oh, Don, I want you to cum in me. I have never felt anything so intense." Jayden's legs lock around my body. The desire to cum is too much. My seeds pump into Jayden's warm, willing body. Exhaling like a whale, my body collapses. My body covers her. "Don, I love you. Really I do!" "Jayden, I love you too; I always have. My life will never be the same." We fell asleep in each other's arms, my face buried in between her breasts. When we woke, we were still in the same embrace. The odor of our sexual adventure is still strong. Actually, we both are a mess. Jayden looks at me and smiles. "Don, last night was wonderful! I am glad you were my first lover: I have been dreaming of it for a long time. But, I feel sore between my legs and it's your fault!" "Well, you should. It was quite the night. Jayden, I don't know what to say other than thank-you so much. I'd ask you to marry me, if you were older and not my niece!" "You're welcome, and I would be happy to marry you. But, don't think that is the end. It's just the bringing. We are still marooned here for at least a week. I plan to make the most of it. Now get up and get some water on. We both need a bath!" Again, I did as I was told. The bunk is a disaster. We will have to wash the bedding to get rid of the traces of Jayden losing her cherry; the last thing we need are the hands questioning what had happened. I feel tingly again. I can feel my John Thomas getting hard. "Don, your thoughts are showing. Come back to bed." Jayden arranges herself with her legs spread. Her luv lips are red and puffy. Traces of what happened last night are still evident. She looks so inviting. My desire is building up again. "Are you sure, Jayden? You are sore. This won't help." "Don, that soreness was caused by love. I want you so much. Come to me." Jayden has her arms open wide beckoning me to return to heaven. As I enter her, she encircles my head with her arms. It didn't take long before we both were on the verge. Jayden met my every thrust. As her body tenses, I explode filling her with another load of cum. I could get used to this, especially with Jayden. I move off Jayden and lay beside her. "You know we have to get up and get this mess cleaned up. I can't do anything unless you get up with me. Jayden I want to be with you. I haven't felt like this about anybody in years." "Good! I want you to remember this week. I am going to try and convince my parents that I should spend Christmas break with you. They can go on that cruise they have been talking about. I want to spend my Christmas in your arms and in your bed." "Well, I hope I can see you before then. I may have to visit you in the city, as much as I hate it." "I will love going out with my Uncle. Oh Don, this is so unbelievable! We should write a book about it." I kissed her. "Jayden, enough of this; we have to get cleaned up. We have a lot to do! But, tonight we will be lovers again. So get up!" Jayden stuck her tongue out at me, but she did get up. She notices the red stains on the bedclothes. "Did I do that?" "Yes, you did. Now you know you are a woman. That proves it." "Don, I know it for sure because I'm so sore. I hope it feels better tonight." "So do I." I got dressed and filled the water reservoirs with snow. The stove still had red coals. It won't take long for the snow to melt and for the water to heat. I fed the horses and brought in some more wood. Suddenly, I felt hungry. Jayden must have been thinking the same thing. She was filling the coffee pot with water. "Don, get some steaks. I will start some pancakes. Fantastic sex really makes you hungry." As I mentioned earlier, Jayden likes to tease. The balance of our stay is more of the same. Jayden proves herself to be all woman numerous times. She enjoys sex to the fullest. She couldn't get enough. But, I rose to the challenge, no pun intended. The next day the storm broke. The sun came out. The warmth of the sun started the expected melting of the snow. Four days later, a very exhausted Uncle Don and Jayden rode their horses down the mountain. During the ride, we discussed Christmas. Jayden wants to return to the cabin for the privacy it provides. It is a wonderful idea. I make a mental note to ensure the cabin supplies are replenished with everything needed to survive a week at Christmas. I post these stories with hopes of getting feedback from you, the reader. If you would like to read more stories, support your neighborhood author today by sending him/her an e-mail telling them what you thought about their stories. Don't put it off. Do it as soon as you have read this story. Write me at the e-mail below. I would especially like to hear from any female readers. I welcome your comments both pro and con Please mention your country when you write. Email me at jackspratt1@gmx.com This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.