1 comments/ 23150 views/ 0 favorites On the Ranch By: WannaBeCowboy Carrie closed the front door of the house behind her and kicked off her cowboy boots. She stood just under 5'8" with long red hair that fell halfway to her ass, which was full and round and covered by a pair of tightly fitting blue jeans. She wore a western style button down shirt that couldn't quite hide the swell of her c-cup breasts. She padded down the hallway that led to the master bedroom and passed through the bedroom and into the master bath. She started a bath running in the overly large claw foot tub that dominated one corner of the bathroom. She lit a few candles around the bathroom and dimmed the lights before returning to the bedroom to get undressed. She moved to the foot of the queen-sized bed and sat down, slipping her socks off her feet. She unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off of her shoulders, revealing the blue under wire bra that cupped her breasts. She stood and unbuttoned her blue jeans and slid them down over her deliciously curvy hips and kicked them into the pile with her socks and shirt. She wasn't wearing any panties and she ran her fingers through her curly red pubic hair. She felt a strong desire to let her fingers slip lower to caress her pussy lips and to massage her clit, but even more she wanted it to be his fingers that brought her pleasure tonight so she resisted the urge to pleasure herself. She reached a hand behind her and deftly unhooked her bra and slid it off and onto the pile of clothes on the floor before returning to the bathroom. She checked the temperature of the water in the bath before shutting off the faucet. She took a bottle of bath oil from a shelf hanging near the bath and poured some into the water, filling the room with the faintest scent of strawberries. She swirled the water around with her hand before she stepped into the tub and slowly eased herself into the water, sighing with pleasure as the warm water enveloped her body. She slid down into the relaxing bath until just her head and the tops of her shoulders were above the water. Carrie lay her head back against the lip of the tub and closed her eyes, letting the warm water ease the stiffness in her muscles. She had been out riding along the fences all day checking them and repairing them when needed. She loved to ride her horses, and loved the ranch she owned with her husband. Together they had turned 120 acres of South Dakota plains near the badlands into a small but profitable business. No one had expected Keith, her husband, to make much or a rancher, or much of a husband for her. They had come from completely different backgrounds. She had grown up on a ranch in eastern Oregon and known a life of wealth and influence in the place where she was raised. He on the other hand had grown up in a middle class family in the suburbs of St. Paul Minnesota. They had met late one night in an online chat room. They were both lonely, just looking for people to talk to and fate drew them to the same chat and they started talking. Most people laugh at online romances, not believing that they can be real, or that they can work, and many of their friends said as much. But the wedding came and went and they bought the ranch and moved to South Dakota together. Keith took to ranching like a horse to apples and sugar cubes. What he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. Carrie soon taught him just about everything she knew about running a ranch and he was quickly picking up on the rest. In just a few short years they had made enough to pay off the mortgage and to look at buying some more land to expand the ranch and build an addition to the house for the children they soon hoped to have. Carrie let her thoughts wander between how she had come to be here with the man she loved and the future they were building. Her hands absently caressed her skin lightly, making haphazard strokes on her stomach, arms and legs. She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear Keith come home and into the bathroom. He stood in the doorway for a moment, just admiring how beautiful his wife looked laying there in the tub, relaxed and peaceful, her hand gently caressing her body. He walked over and knelt by the tub, grabbing a lufful from near the tub and pouring a little bit of soap on it. He briefly dunked it under the water before bringing it to her shoulder, gently scrubbing the smooth skin. She stirred from her thoughts a little, not quite sure if what she was feeling was real. He moved the lufful down her arm, slowly cleaning every inch of skin. She opened her eyes, looking at his hands lovingly washing her body. She followed his arms with her eyes until she was looking into his hazel eyes. He looked back at her, staring deep into her green eyes, telling her how much he loved her without saying a word. He went back to scrubbing her skin and she laid her head back against the lip of the tub, enjoying the feeling of his hands caressing her. He washed her other arm and shoulder, then his hands moved down her chest, softly running the lufful across her breasts. Her nipples reacted by hardening and sticking out from the firm flesh of her breasts. She let out a small moan, silently willing him to keep his hands there and fondle her breasts and play with her nipples, but he kept his hands moving lower, washing her stomach and sides. He then washed her legs starting at her left foot, slowly scrubbing up her leg to her hip. Then he washed her right leg, again starting at her foot, saving her inner thigh for last, softly running the lufful across the soft skin, moving slowly upward from her knee until his hand reached the very top of her thigh, causing her to sigh. Last he ever so gently scrubbed her pubic mound and ran the lufful across her pussy lips a couple of times ever so lightly, drawing another moan from her lips. He took the fingers of one of her hands in his and pulled on her arm gently, coaxing her to sit up. She complied grudgingly, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, laying her head on her knees. He efficiently scrubbed her back, starting at the shoulders and working his way down across her shoulder blades and down to the small of her back and to the tops of her butt cheeks. "There all clean." He said, his voice soft. She sighed a little, opening her eyes to look at him. "Get in here with me, love." He smiled and stood up, pulling his shirt over his head. He wasn't hard and sculpted, but he wasn't soft either. Standing right around 6 feet tall his arms and chest were muscular with a little definition and he carried just a little extra weight around his middle that he never seemed to be able to work off, but she didn't mind, she thought it was cute. He undid his belt and unfastened his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, revealing his already semi-erect penis. Carrie felt a twinge growing in her stomach as she watched him undress in front of her. The feeling quickly spread down between her legs as she looked at his semi-rigid cock hanging between his legs. It wasn't an impressive piece of equipment, standing a little over six inches when fully erect, but she loved it just the same. She loved sucking on it and deep-throating it for him, giving him pleasure was one of her favorite things to do. She also loved the way it felt between her legs, throbbing as he pumped it in and out of her pussy. Carrie let out a low moan as she watched Keith finish undressing. He climbed into the tub behind her and eased himself into the water, one leg on either side of her. She leaned back into him, feeling his skin against hers, and she felt his semi-hard member against her lower back. She wiggled her hips a little bit to tease his cock as he wrapped his arms around her stomach under her breasts and she felt it twitch. She let out a little giggle. He kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders softly and she brought her hands up to reach behind her and run her fingers through his hair. He moved his hands across her stomach and up to cup and fondle her breasts. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his hands harder and she let out a groan of pleasure. He massaged her breasts in slow circles as he pulled on her nipples, teasing them until they were standing out hard and erect. He then slid his hands back down across her stomach and across the fronts of her hips and down her thighs to her knees. She pressed herself back into him, feeling his now fully erect cock pressing into her back. He slipped his hands between her knees and applied a little bit of pressure outward. She parted her knees willingly, hooking her legs over his, holding them apart. He slid his hands up the insides of her thighs simultaneously, running his fingers across her pussy lips gently. She shuddered when his fingers brushed against her lips and let out a moan. "Ooohhhh, yes." She cooed at him. He slid his hands back down her thighs and back up to play with her pussy lips again. "Oohhh." She moaned again, a little louder this time. He spread her lips with the fingers of one hand and ran the fingers of her other hand up and down her slit between her lips, pressing his fingers against her opening but not penetrating her yet, and across her clit. "Ooohh yes. Unnhhh. Oh god, yes. Just like that baby." She encouraged him. Her breathing was becoming raged and heavy as he pleasured her pussy with his fingers. He pushed one finger into her pussy, pushing it easily all the way in. She bucked her hips against his hands. "Yes! Oh god. Ohhh that feels so good." She threw her head back and clutched at the back of his head with one hand as she played with her breasts with the other. He quickly added a second finger along side the first and began to pump them in and out of her as he rubbed her clit with his other hand. She thrust her hips against his hands repeatedly as he pumped his fingers into her pussy. Her breathing quickened to a fevered pace while he fingered her, throwing her head side to side in pleasure. "Oh god don't stop." She begged him. "Keep fingering me. Oh yes! Mmmm. Yes, keep fingering me. Your gonna make me cum." Her hips were bucking wildly against his fingers. She could feel his rock hard cock against her back which drove her closer to the edge. "Cum for me darlin." He encouraged her. "Cum on my fingers." His words drover her on and she bucked against his fingers uncontrollably as they drove into her again and again. "Oh god, oh god oh god." She moaned, her voice raising in pitch as she got closer to orgasm. "Yes, Keith, yes, oh god, I love you! Make me cum baby." Keith gently pinched her clit between two of his fingers as he drove his fingers into her pussy. "Cum for me." He whispered in her ear. "Oh god YES!" she cried as her orgasm took her. She arched her back, pushing her pussy against his fingers as hard as she could, holding her breath as her body shook with her orgasm. Little bolts of lightning raced across her body. Keith held her as she came, kissing her. She started to breathe again as her climax subsided, quickly at first but gradually slowing as she relaxed back against him, letting the afterglow of her orgasm take her. She smiled and cooed, her eyes closed as she came back down from her sexual high. His fingers were still very slowly and gently playing with her clit and pussy lips, easing her back to earth. She groaned in gratification and kissed his cheek. "Thank you love." She rested for a bit longer before coming fully back to reality and feeling his raging hard on against her back. She wiggled her hips again, massaging his cock between their bodies. "Oh Hun, you must be about ready to burst after watching that." She reached one hand behind her back and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft. "Let me help you with that." Keith took a deep breath as he felt her fingers wrap around his cock. She gave it a few slow strokes before letting it go to turn around in the tub so she was facing him, kneeling between his legs. The water had become tepid by now and Carrie deftly undid the drain plug as she once again grasped his cock in her hand and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. The water started to slowly drain out of the tub. Her kiss was soft and passionate at first, growing in intensity as she stroked his cock. He began to thrust his hips into her fist, increasing the speed with which she masturbated him. She parted her lips and ran her tongue across his lips as they kissed. He parted his lips and their tongues met, dancing together, caressing one another. They quickly changed position so that his legs were between hers and she sat straddling his thighs close enough to rub her pussy against the base of his cock as she pumped it with her fist. By now most of the water had drained from the tub and he could feel her hot wet pussy as she ground it against his cock. It only drove him closer to his orgasm, he began to buck his hips more forcefully, nearly toppling Carrie off of his lap. She could tell from the bucking and the way he was breathing heavily around their kiss that he was very close to cumming, but she didn't want him to cum just yet. She had something else in mind that he would enjoy much more. She took his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled it gently as she broke their kiss, slowing her strokes on his cock, eliciting a groan of desperation from him. "Not just yet baby, but I promise soon." She got up off of his lap and drew the shower curtain around the bath and turned on the faucet, making sure to bend over enough for him to get a good view of her ass and her pussy between her parted legs. She made more of a fuss than necessary over adjusting the water temperature, giving Keith time to admire her from behind, and to think about taking her from behind. Shoving his cock up her pussy while she was bent over. Maybe later she thought, she had something else in mind for him right now. Keith was disappointed when she turned around and stood upright. He loved the way she had been presenting herself to him and had indeed had thoughts about taking her from behind. She offered him her hand to help him get up. He took her hand and stood facing her, his cock standing painfully erect between them. She pulled the plunger that diverted the water to the showerhead as she leaned into him, kissing his lips, pressing his cock between their bellies. She wrapped her arms around his chest under his armpits as she kissed him. She broke their kiss as the water cascaded over them. She gently turned them so that the stream of water fell on his back. She kissed his neck nibbling at it playfully. Then she kissed his shoulder and collar bone and across his chest, briefly licking then sucking on one of his nipples. Her hands trailed down his back as she slowly slid down his body, kissing it as she went. He rested his hands on her shoulders, guessing where she was going and wanting it badly. Finally she was kneeling in the tub in front of him, his cock, her prize standing proudly before her. She kissed the very tip of it, drawing a shudder from his body. She had her hands on his hips as she slowly took her tongue and licked his cock from the base to the tip, circling the rim of his head with her tongue. He moaned "Ohhh." She licked his cock again, this time taking the head into her mouth and sucking on it when she reached the tip. "Oohh god, Carrie, that feels so good." He panted. She slowly took more of his cock into her mouth, until he was about halfway in. She flicked her tongue on the underside of his shaft as she slowly pulled it out of her mouth, flicking the head with her tongue. "Ohh Carrie, your mouth feels so good around my cock." She took his cock back into her mouth bobbing her head and engulfing half of it again as she sucked on it. She moved her hands from his hips, one slid between his legs to gently scratch at his balls with her nails. She slipped the other between her own legs to rub her hot pussy lips and to play with her clit. She pulled her head back and sucked only on the head of his cock before plunging her head forward, taking his whole cock in her mouth, taking the head into her throat willingly. He gasped in sudden pleasure and his hands tangled in her hair, holding her to him. She swallowed, massaging the head of his cock with her throat muscles. He shuddered and moaned "Oh god Carrie." She rubbed her pussy vigorously, slipping two fingers inside. He guided her head back with his hands, causing his cock to slip from her throat. She sucked on his head before he pulled her head back to him. She again took his cock down her throat. She moaned as her fingers worked her clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure up his cock. His breathing was coming fast and ragged as he pushed her head away from his cock and pulled it back to him, slowly and gently as to not hurt her. "Oh Carrie, I'm gonna cum soon." He moaned. She moaned and rubbed her pussy faster. She moved her head against his hands, encouraging him to keep going. He took the hint and began guiding her head as it bobbed up and down on his cock, pushing deep into her throat with each stroke. She loved it when they did it this way, his hands guiding the pace as she deep-throated him. She swallowed every time his cock pushed into her throat massaging the head driving him ever closer to his orgasm. She moaned as she fingered herself adding even more to his pleasure. His breathing quickly became desperate and he pulled her head down on his cock and held it there. "I'm gonna cum darlin, I'm gonna cum." She swallowed repeatedly, milking the head of his cock and sending him over the edge. "Oh god Carrie." He cried as his cock began spasming in her mouth, sending a jet of cum down her throat. She pulled back to suck on the head of his cock as it jumped and shot hot cum into her mouth. Her own body shook with a mini orgasm as her fingers pinched her clit and she swallowed all of his cum. She continued to suck his cock gently as the spasms slowed and stopped and he collapsed against the wall adjoining the tub, milking out every last drop. She gave his cock a couple of last sucks before slowly getting to her feet and wrapping her arms around his heaving chest, laying her head against his shoulder. His breathing eased back towards normal and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "That was wonderful darlin, thank you" he kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it dear. You know how much I love to pleasure you." "I do." He took her in his arms and moved them under the stream of water, holding her close to him and rocking gently. She stirred after a few minutes, looking up into his eyes. "I'm gonna go start dinner, you get cleaned up and come on down when your ready." "Ok darlin." They kissed and she climbed out of the shower and dried herself off, leaving him to wash up as she went and started making dinner. Keith stood under the water for a minute, thinking about how incredibly sexy his wife was, and how much he loved her and the life they had made together. He sighed contentedly and began washing, smiling to himself, knowing that the night wasn't over yet. To be continued... On The Ranch I rolled onto my side to look at the display of the cell phone as it vibrated on my bedside table. Seeing the name and number, I quickly picked it up. "Hey!" I said. "What a nice surprise." "How's it feel to be old?" the voice on the line said. I giggled. "God. I'm eighteen. Please don't tell me that's old. Besides, that would make you, like, what? Ninety?" The man's voice replied: "Try thirty two." "So, what's up, Uncle John?" I said, rolling onto my back and pulling up my t-shirt just far enough to let me slide a hand inside and rest it on my breast. "Well, I don't suppose you forgot our promise to you and Kaylee? I'm surprised you guys didn't call us at one minute past twelve." In fact, I'd been thinking about it all day. Five years ago, Uncle John and Aunt Melody had invited me and my twin sister to their ranch in Colorado whenever we turned eighteen. Today was the day. "No, we haven't forgotten," I said, rolling a nipple between my fingers. "When are you coming?" I rolled my eyes. "God, Uncle John. How am I supposed to know? And I hope you don't expect us to pay our own way." I thought I heard him laugh. "You leave Friday night. Your parents have the details." I practically jumped out of the bed and screamed, "Really?! Honest?! Like, in two days?!" "Can you stay for a week?" John asked. "Fuck, yes!" I replied. "Oh, God. I'm sorry, Uncle John. I mean, yes!" He laughed again. "We'll work on your language while you're here, OK?" "Whatever. I just want to be there and see you guys again, so bad." "Kaitlyn, you have to promise me one thing," he said seriously. "Anything. I promise. What is it?" "Neither of you can run around naked," John said. I chuckled at his feigned sternness. "I can't speak for Kaylee." "OK. That's fair. See you Friday?" "God, yes! I can't wait, Uncle John. You're too good to us," I said. "I'll go tell Kaylee and find my parents. Bye!" I let the phone fall to the bed, but before getting up I allowed myself one fleeting mental image of my uncle; the image I liked the best. My hand slid inside my panties and I slid a finger across my slit. I felt the familiar reaction, and then sprang out of bed and ran down the hall. My parents confirmed my uncle's message and Kaylee and I hugged with joy. We'd talked about this privately, praying it would happen but never getting our hopes up too high. Now it was reality. Truth be said, my parents were probably as glad to get rid of us as we were to go to the ranch. As long as my aunt and uncle really wanted us there, it was a win-win-win situation. When I returned to my bed a half hour later, my mind was spinning with all that needed to be done before Friday and all that lie in front of me and Kaylee in the coming week. I thought once more about Uncle John. A couple years ago he and Aunt Melody were visiting. I'd always thought he was the coolest guy, and it didn't hurt that he was gorgeous and athletic and funny. We got along great. For whatever reason—maybe my ability to flirt—he and I hit it off a little better than he and Kaylee. Anyway, I always thought we did. My hand returned to its place under my panties as I put myself mentally back in the hallway outside the bathroom on that fateful morning. I was wearing a bathrobe that I routinely let hang very loose when I was upstairs and the only person likely to see me was my sister. I pictured myself reaching for the bathroom door. For whatever reason, it never struck me that anybody would be in there. It was simply habit that I went in; knowing that even if Kaylee was in the shower it wouldn't bother her. The door swung open and immediately I knew I'd made a big mistake. Uncle John was standing in front of the mirror, completely naked. I stood with the door knob in my hand for maybe three seconds. No longer. But in those three seconds, I don't recall my eyes ever leaving the cock hanging between Uncle John's legs. I shrieked something incoherent and pulled the door shut. But that image—that wonderful image—has never left my mind. Nor has Uncle John allowed it to leave my mind. Ever since, he has kidded me about it, making it sound every time as though it was me that was naked, not him. Thus, the comment on the phone about running around naked. My fingers pressed harder against my clit as I closed my eyes tighter and started recalling the cock, every beautiful inch of it. I saw the pink skin, the curve of the shaft, and the large head. I saw his balls hanging underneath. He was huge—compared to Tommy's cock, which I only saw for a second when he peed against a tree during a hike we took. Uncle John's cock was long, and thick, and...not even erect. I inserted a finger into my wet cunt. As always, I believed it was my uncle's cock that was inside me. He was fucking me with it and I was naked and he was telling me to cum; that it was OK to cum. I put a second finger inside me. With both fingers sopping wet, I pulled them out and brought them up to my clit, where a half dozen strokes brought me to the brink of an orgasm. I muttered his name softly as my body stiffened. I spread my legs and bent my knees in preparation for the crushing climax I knew was imminent. A couple seconds later my head was rolling back and forth on the pillow while I came. My pussy lurched forward against my hand as if Uncle John's cock was there...pounding me while he looked down on my naked body. I could feel him—inside me, on me, all around me. As usual, the orgasm was short and powerful. I opened my eyes to the darkness of my room and he was gone. ### The flight from Miami to Denver was much too long for Kaylee and me. But it was worth it when we entered the terminal and Uncle John and Aunt Melody were waiting for us with big smiles. After hugs and kisses, we got our luggage and headed for their SUV. A half hour drive filled with constant chatter took us to the sprawling ranch. It was dark, so we couldn't appreciate the majesty of the mountains in the distance, or the seemingly endless fields and fences, or the magnificent horses that dotted the fields during the day. But once inside the house, Kaylee and I were reminded of why this was one of our favorite places on Earth. The design was 'modern log cabin' with plenty of high ceilings, wood beams everywhere, lofts, and western motif wall coverings. The great room was only the center of the massive mansion, with hallways heading in all directions and two floors of one glorious room after another. After a quick snack, Aunt Melody took me and Kaylee up to our bedrooms. She made sure we knew where everything was, and then left us on our own to unpack, with instructions to meet in the kitchen for breakfast the next day whenever we wanted. "This is going to be fantastic," Kaylee said with greater than usual enthusiasm. We may have been twins, but Kaylee certainly got the better of the brains and the introverted personality. It was always a dead giveaway when she was excited. "I know," I said. "I wonder what we'll be doing all week." "I know what YOU'LL be doing," she replied. "What?" I said with a look of uncertainty. "Drooling over Uncle John. God, Kaitlyn. I thought you were going to undress him in the SUV the way you were looking at him." I was sitting on her bed, watching her unpack. I grabbed a pair of her panties and threw them at her. "I wasn't 'looking' at him. And don't give ME a hard time. You think he's hot and I know it." "How would I know if he's hot or not? I wasn't the one who barged in on him and saw him naked. I think it's my turn," Kaylee said, stuffing the panties in a drawer. "Go for it," I said, getting up to leave. "Just tell me when you're going to do it so I can be there." She smiled and stuck her tongue out at me. I headed for my room. I wasn't in there more than ten minutes when there was a soft knock on my already open door. I turned around to see Uncle John standing in the doorway. "Hey," I said. "Is there anything you need before we go to bed?" "Nope. I think I have everything for now, Uncle John." He stepped inside the room, but only barely. "Kaitlyn, I think it would be easier for everybody if you and Kaylee just called us John and Melody. I mean, you're adults now. We're adults. Is that OK with you?" I smiled. "It's fine with me. If you haven't told her already, I'll mention it to Kaylee." "Thanks." John looked around at the various piles of clothes I hadn't put away yet. "Did you bring everything you own?" "Hell no," I said quickly. "Your drawers and closets couldn't hold it." He laughed. "I thought Melody was bad." After a brief pause, he asked, "Bring anything for the pool?" "Of course," I said, taking a few seconds to find one of my bikinis. I held up the two tiny pieces, and wiggled my hips. "Wow! You wear that in public?" he asked. "Only on special occasions." "I hope we have one soon," he said. "Goodnight, Kaitlyn." "Goodnight...John," I said. ### Kaylee and I, while not identical twins, both have long, very straight brown hair with some streaks of lighter brown weaved in. It's easy to take care of, wet or dry, humid or not. We're fairly tall, nearly reaching our father's height while still in high school. John, our father's younger brother, is no taller than either of us. Kaylee and I DO have identical bodies, although I have a greater propensity to show mine off. Not that it has resulted in that many more sexual episodes for me. In fact, neither of us have allowed our boyfriends to have sex with us—relying, instead, on a small collection of favorite toys purchased for us by older friends. So any talk of us being virgins would be a technical one, at best. I often wondered if John's apparent 'interest' in Kaylee and me wasn't somewhat brought on by our similarity in appearance to Melody. She, too, had brunette hair and an athletic body. All three of us possessed more than adequate breasts, with sculptured hips and long legs. If I had my way, John would be seeing plenty of mine in the coming week. We congregated in the kitchen, as instructed, the next morning. Kaylee and I wore shorts and t-shirts pretty much out of habit, forgetting that the mornings and evenings at the ranch were often quite chilly. John was quick to remind us. "Well, we're going to put you to work right away, girls. You'll want jeans on to start, I'm afraid," he said while we ate. "What are we doing?" Kaylee asked. "Working in one of the barns. It's clean up time. Nothing too hard, don't worry." "You don't take Saturdays off?" I asked. John grunted. "This IS taking it off. You don't want to do what we do all week." I looked at Kaylee, and then John. "Maybe we do." "Better keep them out of sight of the Alton crew," Melody chimed in. Our questioning looks made her answer without us having to ask. "They help with the horses, sometimes. Young guys. I wouldn't trust them within ten feet of either of you." Kaylee and I smiled, appreciating her concern but now interested in the 'crew'. "She's probably right," John added in her defense. "Be careful." Kaylee was finished eating and changed into her jeans before I even got up from the table. When I was ready, I walked up to my bedroom and found my jeans. I was standing in my panties and t-shirt closing the dresser drawer when I heard a sound at the door. "Might want to keep this closed," John said, as he leaned against the doorway. I faced him and held the jeans at my side. "Why?" "Somebody might see you." "It's been known to happen. At least I'm partially dressed...unlike some people I know," I said, hoping he caught my inference. "You could have knocked," he said. "Would you have let me in?" He grinned, his eyes floating up and down my body. "Absolutely." I put one leg into my jeans, casually followed that with the other leg, and pulled the pants up to my thighs. After a brief delay, I finished the job with an exaggerated wiggle of my ass. I made sure I was watching him as I very slowly pulled up the zipper and buttoned the jeans. "Better?" I asked. "No. But you'll appreciate having them on pretty soon." Together, we walked downstairs. We met up with Kaylee outside the back door and walked to the barn. It was away from the main cluster of outbuildings, across two small fields used for working out the younger horses. By the time we got to the barn, Kaylee and I realized why John had us change clothes. It was chillier than a Miami morning, for sure. The traditional wood barn must have been one of the original buildings on the ranch. As John slid open the huge doors, Kaylee and I scanned the outside with all its nooks and crannies and crevices in between the beams. Once inside, and after the initial unmistakable blast of musty air, we moved to the center of the building. John closed the doors behind us. "Over here," he said, leading us past a couple of horse stalls. "This corner here needs rearranged." Kaylee and I looked at the disorganized heap of tools, beams, and buckets that took up nearly three-quarters of a good sized stall. It was clearly going to take some work to move them—without killing each other in the process. "The beams go upstairs," John said, pointing to the loft. "The tools go onto the bench over there. And the buckets over by the door." He pointed in the appropriate direction for each category and Kaylee and I took mental notes. "You expect me to get a beam upstairs?" I asked skeptically. "Nope. Just lift it and I'll do the rest. You'll see." I look at him dubiously. "Let's start with that. I want to see this." Unfortunately, the beams were behind some other stuff and Kaylee and I spent the first few minutes getting to one, much to John's delight. Finally, when I was ready to attempt to grapple a beam, John moved over to the ladder leading up to the loft. It ended up requiring both Kaylee and me to carry the beam to John, Kaylee on one end and me on the other. We held it in front of us and the tension of the beam on our t-shirts caused the shirts to stretch down and across our breasts. As was the norm, neither of us wore a bra, thinking we were on vacation and not a work assignment. From his perch halfway up the ladder, John got quite a view. "Now, lift it up and don't let go until I say so," he said. Kaylee and I counted to three and raised the beam as far as we could. John grabbed it somewhere near the middle, rested one end on the ladder, and shouted: "Got it!" We let go and both of us took a step or two backward, fully expecting the log to come crashing down. Instead, John moved his grip and flung the beam into the loft. It was actually quite impressive. He looked down at us. "Well, where's the next one?" Kaylee and I turned simultaneously and repeated the process—three more times. By the time the last one was sitting in the loft, we were hot, out of breath, and sore. John jumped off the ladder and stood in front of us, gazing at our filthy t-shirts. "NOW you look like you belong on a ranch," he said. "This is an off-day?" Kaylee panted while inspecting her dirty hands. "Odd jobs," John said. "Not even work. You aren't done you know." It took another half hour or so to clear out the stall. As Kaylee and I were putting away the last of the buckets, John was sneaking up behind us with a hose. Just as we turned around, we were met with a spray of cold water. We screamed, put up our hands in protection, and turned our backs to him. The bath continued, refreshing on one hand and troublesome for our clothes on the other. The spraying down might have only lasted a few seconds, but the effect was clear. We were much cooler, and much wetter. When the screams, and water, stopped, John said, "The horses love that. What's your problem?" Kaylee and I turned to face him, not aware at first of the wet t-shirt effect already in play. His eyes, and the cold shirts against our breasts, made us aware of our conditions. Kaylee immediately crossed her arms in front of herself. I took another approach. I ran towards him in an effort to get the hose. He jerked it out of my reach and we bumped together. I didn't give up, grabbing the hose well below the spray nozzle and yanking it as hard as I could. Perhaps he let me win, but soon I had the water spraying directly at his jeans. I got him good both front and back before letting the nozzle go and dropping the hose. Kaylee was laughing from her safe vantage point, while I gasped for air, my nipples pressing against the soaked shirt each time I took a breath. "That's a good look for you," John said with amusement. I stepped forward, until I was close enough to touch him. I put my hand on his dripping wet crotch. "You don't look too bad yourself." Kaylee wasn't laughing now. John's expression was one of curiosity. "How do you explain THIS to Melody?" I asked. "She's in town shopping. Goes every Saturday. She won't be back for hours," he answered. I felt his cock hardening. All my imagining, my orgasms, my dreams—they came together now as I held the cock I'd wanted for so long. I rubbed him. "So we have time," I said. "For...?" I didn't answer. I unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans and pulled down the zipper. I had to push the wet jeans down his legs, but soon he was standing in just his underwear. The bulge in front was already obvious and I rubbed him a couple more times. I took off his underwear and once again I saw the cock I'd accidentally seen a couple years ago. Kaylee now saw it for the first time, and her stare answered any questions of whether or not I'd been lying to her. The fact was, he was even harder now, and more impressive, than when I saw him last. Still, he was not fully erect. I took hold of the bottom of my wet shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my tits to him and letting him glance at them for a few seconds. "Touch me, John." He raised both hands and cupped my breasts in his palms. Soon, he was massaging them and playing with my cold nipples. I returned the favor by taking his cock in my hand and wrapping my fingers around it, stroking him slowly. "C'mon, Kaylee. We're going to have some fun—on our day off." It only took her a second to remove her shirt and join me in front of our uncle. I knelt down while John bent over to take one of Kaylee's tits in his mouth. While he sucked on her, I ran my tongue over his shaft. I heard Kaylee moan a couple times, trying to imagine how wonderful it must have felt to have him sucking the cold, wet tits. It didn't take her long, however, to kneel down next to me and let her tongue take its place on his cock. Between us we covered every inch of his erection. And I mean erection. He was enormous, at least in my opinion. Just like I dreamed it would be. He ran his fingers through our hair as we began to alternate taking him into our mouths and sucking him. For all of her timid mannerisms normally, Kaylee was showing no signs of her shyness now. When it was her turn, she took nearly the entire length of his cock into her mouth and held it there while her tongue worked it over on both sides. John's groans of approval gave her the incentive to go on. I had him in my mouth when we heard him say, "God, Kaitlyn. I'm, I'm going to...cum." That only made me suck him harder and deeper. I used a hand to stroke the bottom of his cock while my mouth concentrated on the more sensitive head. "Kaitlyn! Oh God! Now. Now!" I pulled back. "Cum on us, John. Cum on our tits." He masturbated wildly while Kaylee and I waited for the blasts of cum we knew would arrive soon. We looked at the head of his cock, and finally had to wait no longer as the first long stream poured out and landed on me. The second burst was aimed at Kaylee and made a direct hit on both tits. Subsequent blasts covered each of us equally and we both had the pleasure of licking the last few drops from the tip of his marvelous cock. On The Ranch Even 'innocent' Kaylee was smiling when it was over. "Oh my God, that was awesome," she murmured while wiping cum from her nipple and dragging the finger across her tongue. "I like this," I said. "Will you put us to work more often?" "I have a week's worth of chores for you," John said. ### The little 'ice breaker' in the barn worked out perfectly for setting my long-term plan into motion. John may or may not have been expecting a week's worth of blowjobs from me and Kaylee. But I had loftier goals, and I usually got what I was after. The remainder of Saturday was relatively uneventful. John, Kaylee, and I clearly acted differently around each other now that the work/drenching/cumming episode was over. We were more likely to be close, even to the point of touching, when we were alone. It happened to me when I was in the kitchen with John in the evening and he took the opportunity to put his hand on my ass. It was not distastefully done, and I wanted to return the favor, but dared not with Melody back in the house. All three of us went to bed wondering what was in store for the next day. Sunday morning was church time for John and Melody, while Kaylee and I stayed at the ranch. By late morning it was sunny and much warmer than the day before, so we put on our bikinis and sat by the pool until John and Melody got home. Melody brought out lunch after they had changed clothes. She was the only one who complimented us verbally on our swim suits, but John's constant gawking gave us his response. When I could do it without being noticed by Melody, I stole a peek at his crotch, quite certain there was the beginning of an erection in there somewhere. "Are you going to check on that gap in the north fence Justin was telling you about, hon?" Melody asked John. "I should." "You should take the girls with you. It's so nice out there. I think they'd enjoy it," she suggested. John nodded. "OK. We'll do that next." Kaylee and I didn't know what was involved, but if Melody thought we'd like it, and it meant getting away with John, we were all for it. "Should we change?" Kaylee asked, even though I was thinking it. "No," John answered more quickly than was necessary. "I mean, you can if you want, but there's no need to." Melody was smiling. "Besides him wanting to see more of you in your bikinis, there's also a great pond out there you can swim in if you want. I'm sure that's what he meant to say." John frowned at her playfully. If she only knew, I thought to myself. "I'll go like this. How about you, Kaitlyn?" Kaylee asked. "I'm good." Fifteen minutes later we were sitting in the back of a utility vehicle, bouncing over fields and dirt roads before driving into the thickest woods I'd ever seen in my life. "Hang on!" John shouted just as he turned sharply off the path and through the trees. Kaylee and I clung to the railing as the little vehicle roared forward, and then came to a sudden stop. It might have been a routine ride for John in his padded seat, but Kaylee and I were glad to hop out when we got the chance. John strode ahead, intently searching for the broken fence one of the 'Alton crew' had told him about. What the guys were doing out here in the first place I didn't want to know. Twenty yards farther along, John found what he was looking for. He took some tools and wire out of a toolbox he was carrying and several minutes later had apparently made all the repairs he could, or needed to, make. "I'll have to come back out and secure that better, but it will keep anything in, or out, for now," he said. "Like what?" Kaylee asked. "What do you keep out?" He smiled at her concerned look. "Coyotes. Foxes. Bears!" At the mention of bears, he lunged at Kaylee and got her to jump back, much to his delight. Even I had to laugh at her reaction, which got me a wicked glare in return and an unspoken, but mouthed, 'Fuck you'. "Who the hell ever comes back here anyway?" I asked as John put away his toolbox. "Just hunters I let on the ranch. Or kids wanting to be alone," he said with a smile. I looked around the dense forest. I knew open fields were nearby, but it did seem as if we were surrounded by miles of trees. "Why the fence in the middle of the woods?" Kaylee asked. "This is the end of my land. The old guy who used to own that land," he said, pointing to the other side of the fence, "insisted on a fence. Asshole. He's dead, thankfully. We kept the fence to ward off bears." Kaylee smirked at him. "Ready to head back?" he asked. "No." The abruptness of my statement caused both of them to snap their heads around and look at me. "I'd like to see you use some more of your tools. On me." I reached around and untied the top of my bikini. I pulled it off and threw it in the back of the truck, and then walked up to John. I put my arms around his neck and said, "I think you owe me one from yesterday. And when you're done, we can talk about Kaylee." I let go of him and sat on the driver's seat of the vehicle. I pulled down the bottom of my bikini, dangled it on my foot, and then tossed it back with the top. "Now get out that wonderful cock of yours, John." With Kaylee watching every move, he stripped down and stood in front of me with the beginning of another erection. "Kaylee," I said, "Get him hard, please." She eagerly fell to her knees and had him in her mouth almost before I finished my request. While my sister worked her magic with her tongue, I played with my nipples. John watched every move I made, licking his lips the entire time. When I saw that he was finally getting harder, I spread my legs and rubbed my clit. I leaned back, stretched out across the front seat of the vehicle. I suspect Kaylee found it much too soon that he was ready, and announced as much to both of us. She pulled back and he moved between my legs, his throbbing cock pointing out and up at me. "I don't have a condom," he said. "Then cum in Kaylee's mouth. But not before you fuck me," I said, trying not to sound as if I was begging him. That's all he needed to hear. I watched him put the cock in place at the entrance to my cunt. I felt the tip split open my hole, and then slowly begin to slide inside me. I held onto whatever I could grab while he entered my wet cunt. All the toys in the world couldn't reproduce the incredible feeling of John's cock—his long, thick, fucking incredible cock—thrusting into me. Yes, thrusting. Despite his gentle start, the last half of his cock was forced into me with a grunt on his part and a cry of pure pleasure on mine. "Oh God, John. Fuck me. Fuck me!" He did just that. With a steady rhythm, accompanied by the sounds of his skin smacking up against mine, my uncle fucked me good. "Harder. Harder, John! Please!" Once I realized my young cunt could handle his cock, I didn't care how fucking fast or hard he went. I just needed to feel him driving that shaft in and out of me until I came. I managed to see Kaylee behind John, her hand inside her bikini bottom. The look on her face was priceless. I wasn't sure who was going to cum first. I normally came fast while masturbating with dildos, pretty much the limit of my sexual experience up to then. So it didn't surprise me when I was ready rapidly. Maybe someday I would learn how to control it, but I couldn't stop this orgasm. "Yessss. Now. I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" "That's it, Kaitlyn. I want to hear it. Let me hear you cum," John urged. It wouldn't have surprised me if the dead asshole from the next ranch heard it, I cried out so loud and long. My entire body shook as the first orgasm brought on by a cock ripped through my body. I squeezed John's cock with my cunt and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me by the ass and rammed me harder and harder the longer I came. I didn't even realize I was holding onto the steering wheel with one hand and the back of the seat with the other. All I knew was I just had the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had and anybody within half a mile probably knew about it. Kaylee was still rubbing her pussy inside her bikini when I looked up and saw John whispering something into her ear. Kaylee's eyes widened, her hand stopped, and she shook her head 'No' several times. He urged her to do something, I thought, and she still resisted. Finally, after a few more seconds, she looked at me and my tits and started walked over to me. She looked gorgeous, as usual, in her little swimsuit. I had no clue what to expect, John's cock still pumping my cunt at a less frantic pace. Then Kaylee bent over and, to my shock, put her face right over my tit. Her tongue appeared and lightly touched my nipple. My nipples were sensitive in the worst of times. At that moment, anything would have sent waves of delight through my body. She licked me a couple times and then put her mouth around my tit. If my Uncle John had not just fucked me with his wonderful cock, it would have been the best thing Kaylee and I had ever done. She got more into it as the seconds wore on and John fucked me harder. I thought for sure I would cum again, but then John moaned loudly and pulled his cock out of me. I watched him stroke it, directly above my stomach. No more than ten seconds later, he was pouring cum all over my tits while Kaylee began to lick it off me. I saw a couple streams of cum land on her chin, but she kept on licking and sucking my tits. When John was done, Kaylee took his cock in her mouth and cleaned it off. "Oh...my...God," I sighed. "That was fucking incredible." John put his still-rigid cock back inside his pants and opened a compartment in the truck to pull out a towel. Kaylee used it to clean her face, and my tits. The smile on our faces told John just how much we'd enjoyed it. "So, NOW, are you ready to go back?" he asked. "Yes, but I think you owe Kaylee a fuck," I said while putting on my bikini. "We have a week," John reminded me.