The Casanova Cowboy

Chapter 3

Jasper
"Uncle Jasper!" Fiona shrieked, throwing herself into my arms.
"Happy Birthday, kiddo!" I said, spinning my niece in a circle. "Where's your other half?"
"I'm right here!" Faith announced, barreling down the porch steps.
"I can't believe you girls are seven already," I sighed.
"Are you excited about going to the waterpark?" Sam snorted.
"I'm surprised you're coming, Sammy Sunshine."
"Don't call me that, Uncle Jasper," she warned.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm fourteen, and that nickname is so lame."
Samantha was my favourite of Ethan's six girls. I would never admit that out loud, of course. Sam was right in the prime of her moody adolescent girl phase. She'd always been a bit of a standoffish kid, but she had lots of spunk, and a twisted sense of humour that I could definitely relate to.
"Who's riding with me?" I asked.
"Me, Jazzy and fatty," Sam advised, opening the front passenger door of my truck. "Uncle Jasper! It reeks like chewing tobacco in here!"
"Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I can't kick your ass!" Alannah warned, marching down the steps. "And I'm sitting in the front!"
"Oh right," Sam sneered. "I forgot you're too fat to fit in the backseat."
"I'm not fat," she growled. "Stop saying that, you little weirdo."
"Maybe you should've kept your legs closed."
"That's enough!" Ethan hollered. "Get in the truck!"
"How's it going, little brother?" I chuckled.
"Great," he muttered.
"Having two pregnant women in the house must be a real trip."
"Alannah isn't a woman," he grumbled. "She's sixteen."
"Seventeen in a week!" she yelled.
"You're okay with picking up Cami?"
"Yeah," I said, resisting the urge to make a dirty joke about Cami's boobs. My brother's ex-girlfriend and former nanny had a gravity defying set of tits on her that triggered instant erections in every straight man in Stillwell. He'd never admit it, but she could even give Ardley a chubby, if she flashed some of her delicious cleavage his way.
"Behave yourself," he warned.
"What are you talking about, Ethan?"
"Cami is off-limits, Jasper."
"Your daughters are gonna be in the truck."
"That wouldn't stop you."
"I'm not interested in your sloppy seconds."
"That's crude," Jasmine said.
"Factual though," Sam piped up before she climbed in the back of my truck.
I whistled when Jillian joined us, waddling across the driveway like a sexy penguin. My brother's girlfriend was a knock-out redhead. We used to make fun of her in high school. Her nickname was Foghorn Leghorn. But she grew into her gangly body. Ethan met up with her at their twenty-year reunion, fucked her, and knocked her up. That's what Stillwells did. Our sperm were legendary for breaking through condoms and birth control.
You better hope Mimi wasn't lying about her hysterectomy.
I shivered at the thought.
My memories from that night had slowly started trickling back. I would've preferred they stay tucked away, but my subconscious was having no part of that. She took full advantage of my inebriated state, luring me upstairs with her hot body, and the promise of a wild night of sex.
"How are you, Jasper?" Jillian asked.
"I'm good, darlin'. How are you?"
"I'm feeling pretty great," she said, gazing up at Ethan with a shy smile.
"I'm glad to hear it."
"Let's go," Ethan said. "We'll see you there. Remember what I said about Cami, Jasper."
"I won't even look at her," I promised.
I may not look at her face, but I will definitely sneak a glance at those titties.
"How are you feeling, Alannah?" I asked as I turned onto the road that led to the Cartwright farm next door.
"Being pregnant sucks," she grumbled. "I can't do anything fun."
"What is it you wanna do that you can't?"
"Drink."
"You're not even old enough to drink."
"Did you wait until you were nineteen to start drinking?" she snorted.
"Of course, I did."
"Yeah, right."
"How are things going with Bryce?"
"He works all the time," she sighed. "I hardly ever see him."
"He's got a baby coming. I hear they're kind of expensive."
"I want to go out and have fun, but whenever he has free time, he says he's too tired to do anything."
"I thought you two were gonna get married once you turn eighteen?"
"I don't know," she said with a shrug. "Dad says we're too young."
"Your dad is right. Don't be in a hurry to get married."
I slowed down, turning onto the bumpy laneway that led down to Cami's house. She still lived at home on the family farm with her parents, her brother Clay and his wife, and Clay's son Bryce. The same Bryce who was the father of Alannah's baby.
Cami bounded down the porch steps, boobs bouncing as her tight pink t-shirt and denim jacket struggled to keep them contained. And her tits weren't the only part of her female anatomy on display. She was wearing skin tight, white leggings, her delicious camel toe in full view.
"Does she know she's going to a kid's birthday party?" I muttered under my breath.
"Cami looks great, Uncle Jasper," Alannah said. "She dresses in clothes that make her feel good."
"And she won't be wearing any clothes at the party," Jasmine pointed out.
"What?!" I barked.
"It's a waterpark. Everybody will be wearing their bathing suits."
"Oh yeah," I mumbled. "I forgot."
"You didn't forget yours, did you?"
"No. I brought it."
Cami climbed in the back seat with Jasmine and Sam.
"Hey, Jasper," she said. "Thanks for the ride."
"No problem."