This story is a complete work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone, alive or dead is pure coincidence. All of the characters in this story are 18 years and older.
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After the girls had taken care of the coolers, they grabbed a drink and sat down. Ryan had just left with Jessi's dad to get some more firewood. Becky's brother, Stan and his girlfriend, Lindsey were off fishing.
"I'm surprised Stan and Lindsey haven't come back yet," said Jessi as she looked towards the creek.
Becky laughed. "Well the fish must be biting, because I can't see him getting any action from Lindsey."
"Poor Stan," commented Jessi.
"Should we go swimming?" Becky changed the subject.
"Let's wait until Ryan gets back, we can take him down there, too," replied Jessi.
"Good idea," said Becky nodding her head. A conspiratorial smile crossed her face as she asked, "Do you think we could get him to jack off in front of us?"
Jessi flashed her friend a knowing grin. "As horny as he has been, I think we could get him to do anything."
"I have an idea," Becky said mischievously. "But, it involves us doing something we have never done before."
"And what would that be?" Jessi asked curiously.
Becky felt a soft blush warm her cheeks. "Well, uh, we would touch each other..." She paused for a moment, and her voice lowered to just above a whisper. "On the pussy."
"Becky!" Jessi was astounded that she would suggest that.
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two girls. Jessi couldn't get the thought from her head, feeling Becky's finger on her clit, and her playing with Becky. And all the while, Ryan would be watching and stroking his big, hard cock. Jessi felt herself growing wet at the thought.
Very quietly, Jessi looked at Becky. "Okay, we'll do it, but first we have to try it with just us. I'd hate to get started in front of Ryan and have one or both of us get all creeped out."
The girls took the blanket that they had been laying on, and went to the little meadow where Ryan and Jessi had fooled around earlier. They removed their tight tube tops, and shorts and sat side by side, Jessi's left leg was across Becky's right leg.
Jessi put her hand on Becky's pussy and found her already wet, Becky reached over and Jessi equally wet. At first Jessi found it strange to be touching Becky, but the more aroused she became, the more she enjoyed it.
Becky's free hand reached over and cupped Jessi's breast. She whispered softly, "I've always wondered what yours felt like."
Jessi's finger slid up and down Becky's wet slit, then moved to her clit, rubbing it in quick little circles. At the same time Becky was rubbing Jessi's clit, Jessi looked down, watching her hand, and Becky's hand. It was an incredible visual turn on.
"You are making me so hot," Jessi whispered.
Becky was incredibly turned on, while she didn't think of herself as bi, or lesbian, she had discovered the videos that contained two or more girls having sex very erotic, and while watching them she had fantasized about Jessi.
"I love how you are touching me," Becky whispered back.
Jessi began fondling Becky's breast, squeezing it gently and then playing with her nipples. She pulled on them gently, and rolled the erect nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She had an urge to take the nipple into her mouth and suck on it.
Becky's voice was heavy with lust, "Well, do you think we could do this in front of Ryan."
Jessi was afraid that Becky was going to stop now, she wanted to cum, "Oh god yes! And watching him playing with himself would only make it better,"
Becky couldn't get over how good Jessi's finger felt in her pussy, it would only be a matter of minutes before she would climax. Her own finger sped up, moving in frantic little circles around Jessi's clit. She continued kneading Jessi's breast, rubbing the nipple up and down.
Jessi leaned over and kissed Becky on the mouth, her tongue driving deep into Becky's mouth. Becky responded by beginning to shake all over. Jessi knew that she was climaxing.
As Becky's orgasm subsided Jessi was off on her own, she held Becky's wrist with her hand and began to hump it. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she whimpered as she came, and came hard.
After she composed herself, Jessi looked at Becky. "Damn, we should have tried that years ago."
Becky's eyes twinkled. "I know, that was great!"
"I don't know why I'm so freaking horny lately." giggled Jessi.
"You're always horny," laughed Becky.
"Yeah, I know," replied Jessi, "But, I'm even hornier than normal, sex is all that I think about lately."
"Must be Ryan's big dick," teased Becky.
"Must be," laughed Jessi.
The girls reluctantly got dressed, and went back to the campsite. They had only been back for a couple of minutes when Stan and Lindsey returned from fishing.
"Where's Ryan?" asked Stan.
"Dad came and got him, he wanted to cut some more firewood," replied Jessi.
Stan held up a stringer of rainbow trout. "Fish for supper tonight."
"Oh yum!" Becky declared.
Stan's face was lit up like a tree at Christmas, he and Lindsey headed down to the creek to clean the day's catch.
Jessi looked at Becky. "He seems pretty happy."
Becky nodded her head, "Yeah and I think there is more to it than just fishing. Lindsey was all aglow, too."
The girls giggled at the prospect of Stan making headway with Lindsey. Becky grinned. "We might have to go spy on them."
"Oh Becky, that's so wrong," replied Jessi, and after a moment she continued, giving Becky a conspiratorial wink. "And that's why we have to do it."
Barely able to suppress their giggling the girls quietly followed the trail that Lindsey and Stan had taken.
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Ryan had just loaded the last of the firewood onto the back of the truck. He stood back and looked at the load on the truck.
Bill took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead with an old rag. "Well, what do you think? Do you think we have enough wood?"
Ryan shook his head. "I can't believe we will need all of this wood."
Bill chuckled, "Well we might not use all of it, but we will put a sizeable dent in it."
They climbed back in the truck and began to head back up to where the camp was. Ryan was looking out the window of the truck at the landscape. He turned to his uncle and asked, "Who owns the land the camp is on?"
"We do," replied Bill, "It's part of my great-grandfather's original homestead. Ask Jessi to take you to the old homestead site some time.
Ryan was impressed, one hundred and sixty acres seemed like a lot to him. "How much land is on the rest of the ranch?"
"Ninety-six hundred acres."
"Holy crap!" Ryan was astounded. "That's a lot of land."
"Well, it sounds like a lot, but it's really not. About thirty-five hundred of those acres are pretty much unusable for ranching due to the terrain. We're running cattle on about four thousand acres right now, grazing. We've got twelve hundred acres of alfalfa and hay, another three hundred acres of oats," explained Ryan's uncle.
"It still sounds like a lot." Ryan was still getting used to the enormity of the land in Montana..
"I don't know if your dad has ever told you or not, but he is half owner of the ranch," said Bill as he looked at Ryan.
Ryan shook his head. "No, he has never mentioned it."
Bill chortled happily. "Now when you look around here, you will know that you are looking at your inheritance."
Ryan just shook his head in amazement. His father was an engineer, he worked for the city public works in the water treatment department, to his close friends he would often joke that he had the shittiest job in the city. He talked often about growing up on the ranch, and his escapades with his cousin. But, he had never mentioned about owning part of it.
"Wow, I never knew," said a slightly bewildered Ryan.
"I hope I'm not talking out of school here, but yes, your father and I own the ranch. Our grandfather set up an agreement when we were eighteen, and your father decided he would rather go to school than ranch. Neither of us can sell any part of the ranch without the other's permission, and the other has the right of first refusal. That's for all the land except for the land where the campsite is."
"What about that land?" asked Ryan.
"Neither of us can sell it to anyone but the Forest Service," answered Bill.
"Why's that?" wondered Ryan.
"Well about fifteen years ago the Forest Service decided that the area by the campground needed protection, so they tried to take it over by using their powers of eminent domain. Your dad had a friend from college who was an attorney working in his father's law firm. He came up here and looked around and took on the case for nothing. He fought it out in court with the government and won, sort of," explained Bill.
"What does sort of mean?" asked Ryan.
Bill looked over at him and explained, "Well the government was denied their claim to the land, but if we ever decide to sell we have to sell to the Forest Service. We can pass the land on to our heirs providing there is no financial gain. Also we are prohibited from doing any development on the property. Further more we were ordered to allow the Forest Service access so they can get to their land up higher."
Bill chuckled. "They volunteered to take over upkeep of the road up here, but your dad's friend told us not to do it. He said that if the Forest Service upgraded the road in any manner that it could be construed as us allowing development of the land, putting us in breech of the court's decision, thereby nullifying the agreement, and jeopardizing our ownership. I don't know if they were actually being that devious, but it wasn't worth the chance. So anytime we do any work to the road we go to the court first to get permission."
They had pulled into the campground and Ryan looked around. "Did you ever want to do anything up here?"
