"Morning Miss Alicia." he said walking into the kitchen, screen door lightly shutting behind him. She flung her head around, startled by the presence of this nearly grown man in her kitchen.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have knocked." he said, embarrassed by his presumption. It's just that their early morning meetings had become so routine that it seemed silly to announce his presence and request entry with a knock.
"No, Johnnie, it's okay. You just caught me in the middle of a day dream."
"Something good I hope." He responded with a friendly wink. Alicia blushed and looked down, surprised at the attention.
She was quick to respond with a sharp tongue and a slap to the arm. "And you stop this 'Miss Alicia' thing. You are nearly grown." She turned to tend the oatmeal on the stove, but mostly to hide her cheeks growing ever redder.
"Well, yes ma'am, uh, I mean Alicia. That okay," he asked with a boyish smile that sharply contrasted the manly presence with which he had walked into her house. But this was him, somewhere between a man and a boy, trying to find his place; having just turned 19, he was confident in his muscular exterior developed from years of farm work, but underneath he had the hesitancy of budding masculinity.
Alicia felt for him and his embarrassment and gave him a reassuring smile. "Its fine Jack." Part of the family, she had never before called him Jack, a name used only by his friends. Their eyes met and a temporary silence befell the conversation. She wondered if she had made a mistake.
She broke the silence, eager to put that out of her mind. "Hey, want some oatmeal?"
"Naw, thank you though. Better get out to that barn." He had come early nearly every morning this month to fix the crumbling barn.
As she finished her breakfast, she made her way out to the farm. It was a blustery November morning, but the goats needed to be tended to. She was determined to make a living somehow. Or at least pay off the debt her husband left her with. He had run off with a waitress from the local diner nearly 6 months ago. She was certain he wasn't coming back. He was as good as dead, as far as their relationship went.
She passed by Jack, heaving the heavy shingles up the ladder. Alicia made her way into the barn to milk the goats. She was pleased to see her billy goat having his way with the rest of the does.
The hammer banged all morning and afternoon, Jack coming down only for a quick lunch of pork and beans Alicia had prepared. At dusk he climbed down off the ladder. Alicia emerged from the house to see the roof almost finished.
"Looks fantastic Jack," she called to him. She said his name without hesitation, realizing she could not put their morning interaction out of her mind for long. She felt discomfort with how comfortable it sounded rolling off her tongue. He lit a cigar and offered her one. "No, thanks."
From her cooler she opened two bottles of Jack's father's homemade brew. He accepted with gratitude. This was their routine, for the past 26 days. Each night, they'd sit on the bales of hay just inside the barn and watch the moon emerge just behind the mountains. Something made this night different from all of the others. Maybe it was the full moon, something they had yet to encounter during their evening chats, or maybe it was just the beer. It was especially pungent tonight.
Nonetheless, they drank and laughed long into the night. Eventually, conversation lead them to her husband, James. Underneath her anger, she was terribly hurt. She cried into his thick jean jacket as he slipped an arm around her.
"Oh, Jack," she said quickly wiping her eyes, "I'm sorry. This is not something I should be putting on a boy." She immediately saw the hurt in his eyes; he saw himself as a man. "I don't mean you're a boy. It's just, you are nearly 20 years my junior and Jack, I'm practically your aunt."
Technically they were second cousins-in-law, if there is such a thing. Though not related by blood, this was surely a taboo, at least in some parts of the country. She'd known him since she married his mother's cousin when he was 12. When he hit 18 she became curious about his body. Soon, she was fantasizing about him nightly. She wanted an 8 inch cock in her mouth, snaking its way down her throat. She knew it was wrong, but couldn't shake it.