It's been a while since my last contribution, I know. This is an "almost true" version of my first time. It is erotic just to be writing it down for you to read. I hope you like it and let me know, by your vote or your feedback, what you think. - Jenny
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Growing up on a ranch has not been easy. Sure, there is the hard work – long days on horseback, locating strays, or patrolling the fenceline. But there are also advantages – the clean air, wide open spaces, and the love of a close family.
Dad wanted to be a rancher his whole life, having grown up himself on this 2,500-acre patch of Wyoming. He inherited it from Grandpa, who, having no other sons, was glad to know it was to be kept in the family. He met Mom when he was 16. She had come to visit the ranch as a part of a school outing from the city. For her, it was as if someone had finally shown her what life could be like…she could hardly wait to get back here. When she did, after corresponding with Dad for two years, she never left. She often says she was "born to ranch life", and is ever thankful to Dad's family for showing her how wonderful it can be. As for Dad, he seems to have found a soul mate in Mom, always thankful for the house keeping, cooking, cleaning and a thousand other things a woman is destined to do. He never lets her forget how much he loves her and that makes them happy together.
When I came along, they might have wanted a son, but they never let me know. I've tried to be the best daughter (and ranch hand) I can. We've seen our share of hands come and go. Some have stayed for several years, but none longer than old Charlie. He was a chum of my Grandpa. As such, he knows more about this ranch and its workings than any one else, my Dad included. He's been like an uncle to me. When I'm confused or lonely and don't feel like I can talk to Mom or Dad, I can always find Charlie, who, without question, will listen to me, give me advice, and even lend me his shoulder to cry on. He's a man I can trust with my selfish little secrets, such as they are.
I'm just a simple girl, without high expectations. Educated through high school, which wasn't so hard, and through experience with life on the ranch, I think I'm pretty well aware of what life is all about. Sure, I know all about sex. You can't grow up with livestock and not see the reproductive act and its consequences all too frequently. Also, it's hard to ignore the sounds of loving I hear from the bedroom down the hall. Both of my parents have been honest and clear in their explanations of loving sex. Although I have yet to experience such love, I'm not unaware of it.
The rest of my family is probably not unlike yours. Although Dad has no siblings, Mom's got two sisters (my maiden aunts, Sharon and Denise) and one brother (my uncle John). John and his wife Lisa have two girls and one boy (my cousins Sara, Tara, and John Jr.).
When we were younger my cousins would often visit during the summer. Sara, Tara, Johnny and I would have happy times pretending to be ranchers, outlaws, or coyotes as we ran loose over the trails and through the woods to the pond for some swimming fun. Being the oldest, as well as the host, I wanted to be the leader, but we ended up taking turns. Except for one scary snakebite when Tara stepped on a rattler, we managed to stay relatively unbroken as we rode and ran the width and breadth of the wide open spaces. As we got older, my cousins did not visit as often. It's been several years since I've seen Sara or Tara, even longer since Johnny's come out. I miss what we did as kids, but I've been busy too. I'm still trying to decide if I want to be a rancher's wife or just live here as long as I can. I guess time will tell.
Last year, Dad got a call from Uncle John, who asked if we could use another hand for the summer. Turns out he was calling for Johnny, who wanted to be a ranch hand. I encouraged Dad to accept the offer, and without too much debate, he agreed to have Johnny come and help. The timing was good, since another hand decided to get married to a town girl he'd been courting and move to town.
The day came when Johnny arrived, complete with new boots and hat! He looked so funny, I laughed out loud. I expect I embarrassed him, because he gave me a glare. However, it was good to see him again. Wow, how he had changed! He'd grown about a foot and filled out very nicely. With broad shoulders and a tight butt, he was the very picture of a handsome dude. If he wasn't my cousin, I might have imagined him and me getting frisky in the hay! Of course, I have not been frisky with anyone in the hay. Not even close, except in my dreams.
After several days of settling in, Dad and Johnny set in a routine of rising early, eating breakfast that I helped Mom prepare, then getting out for fencing, branding, feeding, or other tasks that filled the daylight hours. My chores were time consuming, too. At the end of the day, we'd have a good supper, talking all the while about the things we did or the latest nutcase in the news. Evenings, we might watch TV. Sometimes, Dad would strum the guitar and we'd sing. Sometimes Mom could be persuaded to play the piano, or I'd join her for a duet. Weekends we'd visit neighbors or they would call on us for group meals.
I had been watching Johnny work. He was turning into a valuable asset to Dad's operation. I like to watch him. When he caught me staring, he'd make a face and say, "What are you looking at?"
I'd be too embarrassed to say I was oogleing his butt or his shoulder muscles when he would lift and toss a bale of hay. "Not much," I'd say. Over the course of that first month, we'd talk about everything from our childhoods to events of the day. Because we were close, or just because there were no other people our age within 10 miles, we felt comfortable with each other. Our private conversations turned to innocent flirting, sometimes accompanied by touches or brushes. Every contact with Johnny was like a little electric shock without the pain. That is there was a spark that I'm sure he noticed too. We were unsure of what it meant, if anything, but not willing to stop feeling whatever it was.
One Sunday morning when Dad and Mom were visiting a neighbor, it was just Johnny and me in the house. After chores, I decided to shower off the dust. Johnny was busy reading something. Letting hot water stream over my body was a luxury I loved, and I kept on most times until Dad hammered on the door to turn it off. I suppose I was hogging the bathroom, but I was surprised when I heard the door open.
"Hey Jen, you've steamed it up pretty thick in here!"
Trying to gaze through the frosted glass of the shower stall, I saw a Johnny's outline near the toilet. "What are you doing, you pervert? Get out!"
"Sorry, but I gotta pee and I don't want to use the stinky old outhouse." He proceeded to lift the lid and let fly with a noisy stream. "Don't' look at me and I won't look at you."
Shocked but still curious, I peered through the steamy glass, but I could not see anything but an outline. Afraid that his flush would scald me, I turned off the water and reached for my towel, wrapping it around me. Secure in the comfort of the fluffy, white, oversized towel, I waited for the flush that signaled he was done. When I thought he must have left without me hearing the door, I stepped out. Surprise! There was Johnny. He was just standing there, towel in hand, leaning against the cabinet like he was waiting for something.
"Hey, you said you wouldn't look!" I said.
"Oops. Besides, I sorta like what I see."
I must admit I liked what I saw, too. I looked him up and down, from his tight tee shirt outlining his thick biceps, to his long legs filling out the denim of his jeans, to his bare feet. Even with his casual position, he looked ready to pounce. He was at least 5 inches taller than me.
I wonder if his arms could lift me up and…
Wait a minute!
"Are you gonna just stand there?" I asked.
"Depends. Are you?" With a look on his face that I had not seen before, he moved toward me across the floor. Part of me recoiled, wanting to get away. Another part continued to wonder...
What if?
"Johnny, wait. What are you doing? I'm half naked here!"
