And the man knew Eve his wife; and she conceived and bore Cain, and said: 'I have gotten a man with the help of God.' And again she bore his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground.
- Genesis 4:1-2
Cain was bronze skinned and unblemished. Even his eyes were the dark color of burnt offerings. Having inherited Adam’s curse, he spent the days toiling in the fields, his long, muscled body forged in the sun’s heat.
Eve watched Cain in the field, bent close to the ground, his hands buried in dirt. It was reaping season and Cain was struggling with the thick tubers. They were not of the garden, but not far removed from it either, and their roots ran deep.
The years of toil had agreed with her sons. Able favored his father, being short and amply muscled. His hair was kinked and thick, covering so much of his chest and legs, that Eve often joked that she mistook him for one of the rams. Cain was no less muscular, but he was taller than Able, with soft, fine red hair. He had discarded his loin cloth as was his habit when he believed he was alone, and Eve saw his manhood was also without hair.
Cain’s appearance troubled Eve. There were times when she thought she saw something dark in him, but such thoughts were rare and fleeting. After all, he was her first child – the world’s first child – and so what did she have to compare him to?
Eve shifted the basket at her hip. It was filled with grapes and figs and black bread. Cain had been wroth of late. His offerings to God were accepted without comment. The best of his fruits and grain. Yet, when Able sacrificed a ram in the fire pit, the Lord found the smell pleasing and let his pleasure be known. Eve hoped her own offering would be a balm to her son’s wounded pride.
Cain sensed her coming and stood. Eve blushed, seeing her son’s manhood displayed under the blue sky. It was longer than Adam’s. Or maybe it was just the lack of hair that gave the illusion of length. Cain had removed all hair from below his chin to foot, as was his custom. The act clothed him in an illusion of newness, like -
Like a snake that sheds its skin. She quickly looked away, filled with shame.
“Mother. Is something wrong?”
Eve quickly recovered. “Not at all. The sun is strong today and I grew concerned. I thought a brief repast would help fortify.” Eve lifted the basket.
Cain smiled, “It will be much appreciated. The onions are good this year. But they do not want to leave their bed. It is hard work. I welcome the relief. Come, sit with me and share.”
Eve smiled. He has not covered himself. Something forbidden began to stir in her, but she ignored it. She would not give in to such thoughts, yet she did not ask Cain to cover his nakedness. Together they sat on the ground. Eve had brought a sheepskin blanket, but Cain’s eyes grew hard when he saw this product of Able, and she left it unused, sitting instead on the soft, short grass between the rows.
Cain started to reach for a grape and then hesitated. His hands were covered in red earth, the fingernails almost black from his labors.
“Let me,” Eve offered. She took a grape and placed it on Cain’s lips. He opened his mouth to accept the offering. The grape was large and juice ran down the corner of his mouth. “I thank you, but Father will not be pleased, I fear. Those grapes were destined for the wine press.” Eve pressed another grape to Cain’s mouth. This time his tongue shot out and grabbed the offering.
“Oh!” Eve fell back, startled. Cain laughed. “You had best count your pretty fingers, Mother.”
Eve laughed and she looked at her hands.
“My hands are old and tell the tale of the rest of me,” she chided.
Cain nodded at the basket and Eve rewarded him with another grape. “It is true, you are among the oldest in the world,” he joked. “But your hands are soft and warm. And as the hands, so the rest of you that follows.”
Eve blushed. Her husband was not much for words and their bed had grown cold of late. She felt shame but could not deny Cain’s sweet declaration had stirred her.
“Ever the flatterer, my Cain. Words drip from your mouth like the juice of this grape.” She pressed another grape against Cain’s lips, this time quick and hard, crushing it against him, and the juice dribbled down his chest. They both laughed, and then grew quiet.
Cain’s eyes lingered on her breasts, and then lowered. Eve pulled at her cloth, attempting to cover more of her legs. “Cain, you should not …”
Cain got to his knees. “I should. And I will. It is only fair. Have not your eyes caressed me today?” Eve’s eyes automatically went to Cain’s nakedness and she let a small gasp escape. He was erect and his cock bobbed and twitched, seemingly of its own accord.
“I should go …”
“But you have not tasted any of this wonderful bounty,” Cain softly protested. “You must allow me to return the favor.” His eyes were all smoke and they held Eve in place as firmly as a hand on her shoulder. Cain leaned forward, his gaze locked with hers, and gently took a large grape between his lips. Then he raised his head, the fruit still between his lips.
Eve knew what he wanted, and she was shamed to find she wanted the same thing. If Cain leaned in just a little more, she would take the fruit.
Cain did not lean in. His eyes remained fixed on Eve, his cock twitching too close to her face. There in the field, away from the tents, time stopped. Eve closed her eyes, so she would not have to look at her son. She felt dizzy, felt herself falling forward in a slow, deliberate manner. Then her lips found Cain’s sweet offering and she took the grape from his mouth. She did not take her lips from his, and Cain’s tongue soon found hers.
Dirty hands found their way under her linen. Cain was no longer concerned about staining what he touched. He grabbed Eve by her hips and drew her onto his lap. Her shrift fell over her legs, covering her and Cain’s cock at the same time. His hands lifted her gently and then lowered her onto himself.
Eve felt his flesh enter her and she became like an animal. Forgetting that this was her son, flesh of her flesh. Forgetting her desire for Adam, her duties to him. She remembered only the heat and thrill of rutting. Something moved in the field then, but Eve paid it no mind. Later would she realize it was Able. That he had stood and watched it all. But then it would be too late.
Cain’s mouth fastened on her neck. He was breathing like a bull and pushing into her in short sharp thrusts. His lips marked her, she could tell. She would have to do something about that later.
She was wet and lost, clinging to Cain, urging him to keep fucking her. Cain’s hands squeezed her ass, and his cock seemed to grow even larger. Eve’s arms snaked around Cain’s neck and she arched back, cumming so hard that everything swam away. Her world disappeared, and there was only the feel of Cain’s hard, demanding thrusts. Nothing else existed. She moaned and thrust herself against him, again and again.
Another orgasm ripped through her, and suddenly Eve was back in the Garden. She gasped, and urged and cursed. His father’s son. He is his father’s son, after all. At some point, she thought she heard Cain laugh, but could not be sure.
His father’s son. My poor Adam. He must … never … know.
