Edited by Zaffen: Thank you Zaffen
Roger had just gotten back from over seas a week ago. He had gotten out of the Army at the same time and was staying with his parents till he could get a job. His parents ran a diary farm about fifty miles north of the Midwest Nebraska town of Colter he was presently in. There was a small town near their farm North Scotia but it offered absolutely nothing to hold the interest of a twenty-one year old, namely female company. Colter with a population of about thirty thousand was almost a huge city compared to the small ones that were in the area.
Roger had told his parents he was going there to do some shopping and look for a job. The first he actually did, the second well, he was not in any big hurry to find a job and settle into a day to day routine. Roger had put money in savings the whole time he was overseas and so he was just ready to relax and unwind for a few weeks. That was the real reason for being in Colter for there were several night clubs. He hoped to meet a single female at one of these clubs, drink and dance and just be in her company for the evening. He of course wouldn't refuse sex either if it was offered he had after all been away for almost two years.
Roger was driving his sixty-eight cherry red Mustang. The car was five years old but had been in storage most of the last four years that he had been in the service. He was proud of the car, that is, until he started across an intersection and transmission quit working. The car rolled through the intersection and he guided it over to the curb. Roger stepped out and looked under it to see if by chance the driveshaft had come loose or broken. It was still intact.
"Shit, he said aloud, "I wonder what's wrong?"
There just happened to be a transmission shop about half a block away so he locked the car and walked down to it. He told them what had happened and they agreed to look at it. It was close enough that several of the mechanics got together and pushed it to the shop. After the service manager told him to check back in several hours he left. He spent the next several hours walking around in the downtown area where he was mostly window shopping. A few hours later Rodger returned to the transmission shop and got the bad news that his transmission would require an overhaul. This would take about two days.
So much for my plans. I guess I will try to get out to the interstate and get a motel room, He thought. He found a payphone and called his parents to let them know the situation and that he would not be home. Rodger knew his Mom and Dad could not come get him since it was getting close to the time to start milking the cows. While talking to his Mom, she suggested he call his cousin Sherry to see if her brother Rob was in Colter or would be coming to Colter from North Scotia that day. If he was, Rodger would be able to get a ride home with him. Rob lived with his parents in North Scotia.
I didn't even know Sherry lived here. I haven't seen her since we were high school kids, He thought. Rodger's parents hadn't always been dairy farmers. Rodger had grown up in a large city far away from the small sleepy town of North Scotia. His parents had moved onto the dairy farm while he was in the Army.
Even though many miles had separated them when growing up Rodger and his cousin, Sherry had been close. They had talked on the phone frequently and shared all their teenage experiences over the years. Then Sherry had married her high school sweetheart and the talks had ceased. Two years later, as was quite often the case, they had gotten a divorce. Sherry had gotten pregnant before getting married and now had a two year old little boy. Sherry and Rodger had drifted apart never renewing the close friendship they had once shared prior to her marriage. Rodger picked up the phone now and called Sherry.
A voice answered, "Hello."
"Sherry this is Rodger. How are you? We haven't talked in a long time."
The voice at the other end hesitated for a moment then said, "Rodger, my cousin Rodger?"
"Yes cousin Rodger."
"My God. We haven't talked for a long time. What's happening, where are you."
"I'm in Colter." Rodger hesitated then asked, "Sherry is your brother by chance here or coming here?"
"No, he's not here and I don't expect him, why?" she asked.
Rodger explained the situation to her. He asked if it would be possible for her to give him a ride out to one of the motels by the interstate.
"Sure," She told him. He told her where he was and she told him that she would get her son ready and come get him.
"Just watch for my battered old white Chevy," She said with a laugh.
About an hour later, Sherry picked him up. "You should come over to my house first so we can visit before I take you to the motel. No sense in you spending the evening out there sitting in a room by yourself."
They went back to Sherry's house, which was a little two bedroom. They ordered a pizza which over Sherry's protest Rodger paid for. They sat at the table eating pizza, watched little Jacob make a total mess in his highchair and visited. They brought each other up to date on what had happened in their lives since they had last talked years ago.
Rodger looked at his watch and grimaced, where had the time gone. "Sherry I really need to get a room, if I can still get one. Will you take me out there now?"
Sherry looked at the clock on the wall, "I'm sorry Rodger the time just slipped by." She said, and then her eyes lit up. "Rodger why don't you just stay here? The couch makes out into a bed you could sleep there. There's no sense in you getting a motel room, besides I need to get Jacob to bed."
Rodger protested the inconvenience to her but was finally convinced. Rodger sat on the couch and watched TV while Sherry put Jacob bed. When she returned she sat on the other end of the couch and putting her feet up on it stretched out. Rodger glanced at Sherry covertly. Sherry was wearing blue jean shorts about mid thigh in length and a loose fitting red button up blouse. She had taken her white sandals off. She had brunette hair in a short pixy cut and green eyes. He couldn't tell much about her breasts beneath the loose fitting blouse but her lightly tanned legs looked to be soft and smooth. Damn, Sherry you've sure become an attractive woman, too bad you're my cousin, Rodger thought and smiled.
"What's so funny?" Sherry asked seeing the smile.
"Nothing," Rodger said and did not elaborate.
"Roger we may not have seen each other for a long time but I still know you. We used to tell each other everything now tell me what you're thinking," Sherry said.
Hearing the persistent tone in Sherry's voice and knowing she would not change the subject until he told her, Rodger said, "I was just thinking what a good looking woman you have become, and wishing we were not cousins. I would be hitting on you big time."
Sherry blushed and was silent.
They watched TV for a while in continued silence and then Sherry got up, as she headed for the kitchen she asked Rodger if he would like something to drink.
"Sure," he said and thought nothing more of it.
Sherry returned with two large glasses of orange juice in her hands. "Sorry but this is all I have. I hope you like screwdrivers."
Rodger had not been expecting a mixed drink and told Sherry that would be fine.
Sherry leaned over and placed Rodgers drink on the coffee table in front of him, as she did this her blouse dipped open. Rodger noticed that she had unbuttoned the two top buttons of it and he couldn't help but see the tops of her beautifully tanned breasts.
Sherry stayed stooped over like this just a little longer than necessary and then stood and resumed her place at the end of the couch. They watched TV, had several more drinks and during advertisements talked about things that had happened to them over the years. Rodger kept trying to cast stealthy glances at her but each time he looked at her their eyes met, she was looking at him too. Finally Sherry said she was going to bed. She helped Rodger pull the couch out and put sheets on it and then went to her bedroom closing the door.
Rodger turned out the lights leaving on the TV. He stripped to his boxers and crawled under the sheets and turned his back to her door and tried to concentrate on TV. He didn't hear the bedroom door open. The first he knew that he was no longer alone in the room was when he felt the bed mattress shift under added weight. He turned and there was Sherry, wearing blue baby doll pajamas that were almost translucent and very seductive. He could see now that her breasts were about softball sized and her stomach was just as tan as her legs. Her breasts and stomach looked to be soft and silky smooth. His breath caught and he swallowed hard.
"Rodger I can't sleep and besides we need to talk," Sherry said in a low voice.
"Sherry what the hell are you doing. I can't talk to you and concentrate on the conversation when you are dressed or should I say undressed like that," He gulped.
Sherry giggled, "Do you like what you see Rodger? Don't lie I can see it in your eyes. You've been appraising me all evening."
"Sherry we can't you're my cousin..." Rodger started.
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