The rest of my Freshman year at BYU went smoothly. I continued to cruise through my classes with straight As. I was living comfortably on the money I was making posing in the nude for Lauren and my relationship with both Lauren and Sandra continued (lots of sex with each of them and no possessiveness or jealousy). Sandra even managed to pull a B in the Calculus class for the semester. I told her she was becoming my protégé and she stuck her tongue out at me.
Sandra's mother, Jane, insisted Sandra go to Europe for most of the summer staying with an LDS family in France. Since it didn't involve getting married she decided to go, so she wasn't going to be around. And Lauren wasn't going to be working at the Bio-lab in the summer, so she wouldn't be around either.
My Dad wanted me to come back to Idaho and work on my Uncle's ranch for the upcoming summer. I needed the money from a summer job, but I had some trepidations about how relations with my Aunt Sherry would work out after the sex she and I had engaged in over spring break. And then there was the issue of the rest of the family. I wasn't sure I was ready to participate in the all-family orgy Mom and Sherry had told me about and I told my Father that. Dad said not to worry. They needed a ranch hand not another stud and that he and Lou were taking care of the women just fine thank you. I needed the money from a summer job so I agreed to work on my Uncle's ranch.
The ranch was about twenty miles from my hometown and I would be living up there for the summer. There was a ranch house that belonged to Lou and Sherry. I had it to myself since they were living with my mother. There was a smaller house a mile or two down the road that the Ranch Manger lived in. Next to the Manager's house were a big barn and the corrals. There was also a run-down bunk house where a couple of additional wranglers were living, but my family wanted me to live in Lou and Sherry's house. I didn't mind being by myself because I had brought several advance math books with me to get a head start on the coming year. There was an old truck I could use to get down to the barn each morning for work.
June was cold, as it often is in Eastern Idaho, so it was too early to take the cattle up to the high-country pastures that my Uncle had a Forest Service grazing lease on. There was still plenty of work to do on the herd in the lower pastures, branding the young ones and giving inoculations and all the other things you do for cattle beyond delivering hay and water. I was spending several hours a day on horseback herding cattle in from the pasture to the corrals where my Uncle, his Manager and a couple of other ranch hands were working on them. If I wasn't doing that I was riding the fence line mending the places where winter had damaged the fence. It was cold, wet, work. Spring just didn't want to come that year.
I had been working for a couple of weeks, spending my nights at the ranch house studying math and days working down the hill around the corrals or out on the range. At the end of each day I would wash up and fix my own dinner. The rest of each evening was dedicated to math. One Saturday night about 7:30 I had just finished cleaning up after dinner I heard a car on the gravel lot out front. When I went to the door I found Sherry and Christine just climbing out of Sherry's pick-up with a couple of jugs of wine. Everyone drove a pick-up where we lived but not everyone showed up with a couple of jugs of wine.
"Hey Richard," Sherry boomed. "We thought you might be lonely out here so I brought you some wine and some company. This is Christine." I had met Christine briefly in Idaho Falls a few months ago. She was the woman my father was living with when he was in Idaho Falls.
"Yeah and wine," Christine joined in repetitively waiving one of the jugs at me.
"Hmmm. I wonder how this is going to work. Christine belongs to my father," I said to myself. "Well not exactly given that all five of them pretty much share each other's beds. But still?"
Both women were dressed in tight jeans, and a hoody for warmth. They were both pretty much average height and weight for their age, around 30 as I recalled. Neither were as buxom as Lauren, but far from flat chested. Christine was a dishwater blonde and Sherry was a redhead.
Their boots had mud on them. It was still mud season, that part of spring when everything is thawing and turning things to a muddy mess but it's not warm enough to dry things out yet. As they started to come in I said, "Boots off ladies. The owner doesn't want mud on the floor."
"Wait, I'm the owner," Sherry said.
"And do you want mud on the floor?" I asked.
"Good point," she responded. "Christine pull my boots off." The two girls stood awkwardly on one foot and the other as each pulled the other's boots off, running their hands up each other's legs almost to the crotch as they cavorted. They had obviously been drinking before they got to me.
Perhaps you two have already had a bit of wine?" I asked when we were all seated on the beat-up old couch in the living room, each with a jelly jar of cheap white wine in hand. It was a long couch. I was sitting in the middle and the girls were at either end leaning back against the arm rests their sock covered feet on the couch and their knees against their chest.
"Yes a bit," said Christine.
"But we saved some for you," said Sherry, "and one of the joints Christine brought up from Idaho Falls. You do smoke weed don't you Richard?" she asked.
"Sure. But I didn't know you did."
"Yup, we all do. Christine here gets it from an old high school friend. He's a cop. He steals dope from the evidence room in the Sherriff's office."
"My parents and my Uncle also?"
"Yup."
"And did you bring some along with you this evening?"
"Absolutely," Christine said as she pulled a joint out of the pocket of her hoody. "Let's light up."
We drained off the wine and then sat side by side on the couch sharing the marijuana. I was quickly feeling wasted.
When we finished the joint they moved back to leaning against the ends of the couch and each of them laid the sock covered heel of one of their feet in my lap massaging my rapidly growing dick through my jeans.
"Aren't those hoodies getting a bit warm?" I asked. Yes of course I had an ulterior motive.
"He's right about that," Sherry said. "I am getting hot.".
"But Richard," Christine said, "There's a problem. Neither one of us have anything on beneath the hoody."
"Yes we wouldn't want to embarrass you," Sherry added. She was sounding very stoned.
"Hah," I said. "I don't recall being embarrassed when we were screwing on the kitchen table of my parents' house when I was here at Spring Break. You weren't wearing anything then and I didn't blush."
Looking at Christine, Sherry said, "No, he didn't get embarrassed. Not at all. He just fucked me. Good and hard."
"Oh good," Christine said. "So we won't have to worry about embarrassing him." As she spoke she pulled the zipper on her hoody open and let her plump tits fall out. I licked my lips as I stared at them. "You're right Sherry. He's not embarrassed at all. He's just horny."
I looked back at Sherry and saw that she had also opened her hoody and was holding her pale white naked tits out to me. I reached down and picked up the girls feet for a moment to adjust my jeans to accommodate my growing prick. "You know girls, I think you two had a plan when you came up here."
"Like we said. We didn't want you to get lonely," Sherry responded. They were both now rubbing my cock through my jeans with their stocking feet and playing with their nipples as they held their tits out.
"I was just about to start studying math," I said.
