As she awoke, Daisy Duke realized that this day was the beginning if a new era in her life. Although she was not a Duke by blood, she had been raised in and with the family and never considered herself anything else. Her widowed father had married one of the Duke girls when Daisy was four years old, and she had been living on the Duke farm since. All of them were gone now, even her beloved Uncle Jesse, and Daisy had been managing the farm alone for three years.
The farm had changed and she was proud of her accomplishments. Uncle Jesse had quit the moonshine business when Bo and Luke had been sent to prison for running 'shine. She had been in school, and when she graduated with a degree in business, she saw a golden opportunity. With Uncle Jesse's blessings, she had converted the hardscrabble Kentucky farm into a verdant, lovely horse ranch. Daisy was gratified to know that Uncle Jesse had seen her vision, helped in the planning and implementation, and had lived long enough to sit on the porch and gaze over the lush pastures as horses grazed lazily. It was as if his dream had unfolded before his eyes, and he passed away a content old man.
Daisy was lying in bed thinking about all the changes when she realized what day it was. The boys were coming home! Their prison sentences had been fully served, and they were due to arrive in town around 10:00 AM. Daisy hopped out of bed and into the shower, not wanting to be late. When she got to town, she was humbled, as the town had turned out to welcome Bo and Luke back home. Banners were hung and the bus station was crowded. Daisy made her way to the front of the crowd just as the bus pulled in. She was the first thing Bo and Luke saw when they stepped off the bus.
She had matured into a beautiful, sexy woman during their absence. Her mane of chestnut hair hung almost to her waist, and her outfit reminded the boys quickly that they had come home to the best Hazzard County had to offer. Daisy had chosen to wear a plaid button-up shirt, with the buttons undone and the tail tied just below her 38DD tits. Her low slung jeans had passed the point of being skintight and looked as if they had been sprayed on. Stylish cowgirl boots completed the picture she presented when the boys first saw her.
Hugs and kisses were handled, and Daisy slipped away, letting the rest of the town have their time with the boys. Finally the crowd dispersed and Daisy drove over in a pickup truck. "Where's The General?" asked Bo as they piled their luggage in the back and climbed in.
"Some guy from Hollywood offered us forty thousand dollars for it, so Uncle Jesse and I chose to sell it. Things have changed at the farm, and we won't be running 'shine any more, but, I had a memorial created anyway," she said as she pulled onto the highway. Quickly updating them on the farm's transformation, she held her breath as it came into sight.
Both boys were absolutely amazed at the changes and were exultant with the things Daisy and Uncle Jesse had accomplished. After a tour and time to settle in, they sat down to a sumptuous country lunch and business meeting. Daisy filled them in on all the details, including the property division, and when they finished, it was as if they had never left. Bo and Luke spent the afternoon walking around, looking over the horses and pastures, already formulating plans to improve hay production and storage.
They went into town for dinner and again, Daisy stole the show with her outfit. Tonight, she had worn a short demin skirt with a tank top two sizes too small, drawing attention to her braless tits. The boys enjoyed the night, and spent a good bit of time catching up with old buddies. When they got back to their rooms, they talked quietly for a while.
Finally, the subject of Daisy came up. "What the hell are we going to do?" asked Luke. "I don't know if I can live here with her dressing like she does. Damn, she's hot!"
"I know," said Bo, as he fondled himself, his cock quickly rising. Absently stroking it, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. "Wonder if she has a boyfriend?"
"I don't know, but if she does, he's one lucky son-of-a-bitch!" said Luke, as he got into bed.
Little did they know that Daisy had no boyfriend, but she did have a plan that included all of them living together harmoniously.
At first light,Daisy jumped out of bed and ran a comb through her mane of chestnut hair, brushing her teeth, and climbing into her work clothes. Now work clothes means different things to different occupations. Daisy's work clothes consisted of cutoff blue jeans and a t-shirt. They had the soft feeling that comes after many washings, and Daisy loved how the two garments hugged her body.
As cutoffs are wont to do, these had frayed over the years, and Daisy kept the frayed strings cut short; so short that they were barely more than a Brazilian bikini bottom with a waistband, zipper, and snap. In the front, they curved upwards on her thighs, until the material ended near the waistband, leaving little more material covering her pussy than a g-string would. In the rear, they took the same configuration, leaving a small triangle of material at the top of her asscheeks, and the seam sliding between them to connect to the bottom of the zipper. Basically, Daisy's full, round ass was hanging out of her shorts.
Her t-shirt consisted of the remains of a v-necked t-shirt that one of the boys had used when he was around twelve. Soon outgrown, Daisy claimed it and wore it often. She had removed the band at the top of the shirt, giving herself more freedom of movement, and had cut off the bottom half of the shirt so it wouldn't get caught in machinery. When she had first started wearing it, the t-shirt was adequate. Now, her full breasts stretched the thin material until it was almost transparent, although the fabric retained just enough strength to push her breasts towards the center, producing quite a show of delectable cleavage. The bottom of the shirt had been trimmed until it barely covered the bottoms of her tits. All in all, this was one sexy horse rancher.
A glass of OJ and she was out the door, slipping on her boots at the back steps, and striding to the barn purposefully. The pace caused her breasts to sway and her nipples to rub against the soft fabric of the t-shirt. Immediately, they came to full attention, creating sizeable tents in the tight material. Daisy wasn't sure if it was the contact with the shirt, or the fact that she hadn't seen her sexy cousins in three years. Slightly embarrassed, she thought back to all the times they had hung out, played, laughed, and cried.
She knew that Bo and Luke were both hunks, and sometimes felt a pang of jealousy when one of the neighborhood hotties threw herself at one of them. Remembering the boy's bodies gave Daisy a thrill in her pussy, and she was almost embarrassed by it. Still, they were hot, and she had changed since they had been gone. She might as well put her plan into action at the first opportunity.
Business school had cost more money than she could muster, so she had gotten a job in a strip club. With her body, she was an instant hit, and soon learned the nuances of the trade. She made a lot of money, and had few battle scars to show for her efforts. There had been occasional drunks who wanted to pay for special favors, but she maintained her professional air, and kept them at bay.
The money she made more than paid for her education, and she saved enough to split the cost of a blooded stud for the ranch with Uncle Jesse. They even named him "J.D." and were pleasantly surprised at his virility. Each of the mares J.D. bred delivered a healthy foal, and soon, they would be selling the first offspring.
