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Author's Note: "Family Nudist Camp" is a bisexual series. This story contains male-on-male sex scenes, as well as male-female and female-female sex. If this bothers you, please go read something else, rather than sending me nasty anonymous emails.
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"The bus from Houston is here, Grandma Mike!" Tyra MacDonald said. She was 25, tall and slender with curly sun-bleached brown hair and sparkling green eyes, wearing a battered cowboy hat and boots, tight blue jeans and an unbuttoned man's shirt over a form-fitting tank-top.
"Thanks for bringing me into town, Baby," Michelle ("Mike") MacDonald said. She was an older version of Tyra, seasoned by four decades of hard ranch work.
"Have fun in Las Vegas," Tyra said, hugging Michelle as the bus pulled in, its engine shaking the little bus station. "I don't know why you insist on taking the bus. Flying is so cheap these days . . ."
"I don't like people going through my luggage," Michelle answered. "I'm not in a big hurry and I get to know people on the trip. She grinned wickedly. "Like Mr. Jensen. We spent a week in a Reno motel . . ."
"Look at THEM!" Michelle exclaimed as the bus door opened and passengers began exiting. Two handsome young men stepped out onto the pavement and looked around, blinking in the bright Texas sunlight.
They were obviously brothers, dressed in similar tank tops, shorts and sneakers, revealing sculpted muscular bodies. The older brother was 6' tall, with buzz-cut black hair and brown eyes. The younger sibling was two inches shorter, with curly dark brown collar-length hair and bright blue eyes.
"It's the Maryville boys!" Michelle cried, rushing forward and embracing the young men. "I haven't seen you in two years! You were both muscular before, but you've really gotten . . . "
The younger brother laughed, kissing Michelle full on the lips. "Hi Mike," he answered. "It's great to see you again! We got serious about body building in college, just like Dad. We've been in a few competitions."
"This is my granddaughter, Tyra," Michelle said. "She has a degree from A&M and she's managing the Rocking M." That was Michelle's ranch.
"This is Frank Maryville." The older brother took Tyra's hand, holding it a little long for a casual greeting. "And his brother Joe." The blue-eyed boy grinned and hugged Tyra. "Their family owns Lone Star Ranch."
"Great, we're neighbors!" Tyra said, feeling her nipples tighten as she looked from one brother to the other. She hadn't had a man since moving to the ranch eight months before.
The bus driver had transferred the brothers' luggage to the sidewalk and stowed Michelle's suitcase. "Sorry to break this up, Mike," he said apologetically. "But I've got a schedule to keep."
"Sure, Fred," Michelle answered, kissing Frank and Joe quickly, then hugging Tyra. "Are you staying all summer?" Frank nodded. "Then I'll see you again. Bye!"
They waved as the bus pulled away, then Tyra turned to the brothers. "Do you have a ride?" she asked. "I'd think there'd be someone here to meet you."
"Actually, not," Frank admitted. "I'm living in Manhattan. Joe was going to pick me up and we'd drive to Texas. At the last minute, we decided to leave his car in Cambridge and fly to Houston. We met at the airport and took the bus here."
"We figured we'd surprise everyone and arrive two days early," Joe said. "But we called from the bus and found out Dad is in Austin on business and Mom won't be back from Dallas until tomorrow. Grandma and Grandpa will be in Europe for another three weeks. The manager is there by herself and can't come pick us up."
"It's not a big deal," Frank said. "We've lived here all our lives and we'll find a ride."
"Lone Star Ranch is only five miles up the road from the Rocking M," Tyra said. "I'll be glad to take you."
Sitting on the pickup's bench seat with Joe on the right and Frank in the middle with his thigh pressed against hers, Tyra was acutely aware of the heat between her legs. Even with the warm spring air flowing into the cab through the open windows, she wondered if the men could smell the juices soaking her panties.
"I've never been to Lone Star Ranch," Tyra said, trying to concentrate on the two-lane blacktop road ahead as she fantasized about seeing the brothers naked. "Do I have to take my clothes off?" Somehow, her nipples grew even harder at the thought of baring her body.
"No, that's completely optional!" Frank laughed, but Tyra noticed the pronounced bulge in his shorts. Joe was equally turned on.
"We grew up on Lone Star Ranch," Joe said. "It was originally a hippie commune. Dad's parents owned the property and Mom's parents lived there. Mom and Dad grew up as nudists in an open nurturing environment, and that's the way they raised us, too!"
Frank changed the subject by asking Tyra about school and the ranch. Tyra's mother was an executive living in Philadelphia with her husband and children. Tyra had degrees in Agricultural Engineering and Agricultural Management.
Tyra's uncle had been managing the Rocking M. When he retired, Michelle offered Tyra the position. She'd been working as the office manager for a small medical claims processing company and had happily made the switch.
The brothers were both business majors. Frank was 22 and about to graduate from Columbia, while Joe was a 21-year-old junior at Harvard. They had ambitious plans to get more funding and expand Lone Star Ranch.
A discreet sign reading "Lone Star Ranch" pointed to a side road. Tyra turned and stopped in front of the main gate, which had a video camera, an electronic lock and a keypad.
"Punch 3-6-8-2-4," Frank instructed. The gate swung open and they proceeded forward, past a number of narrow roads. "Those go to the camping areas," Frank explained. "There are spaces for tents, trailers and RVs."
"We also have cabins," Joe added. "Each one is in its own private clearing, surrounded by forest. This place has all the normal attractions: a gym and swimming pool, horseback riding, hike and bike trails, canoeing, a big lake with an island . . ."
"Sorry!" Joe laughed. "We automatically start giving the sales pitch. We've been showing people around since I was seven and Frank was eight."
"Our grandparents sold Mom and Dad a 40% share of the business and put them in charge," Frank continued. "We had a lot of fun being tour guides and everything else."
"Were you naked?" Tyra asked, wondering if the juices soaking her panties were already showing through her blue jeans.
"Of course," Joe answered. "We needed clothes and boots to protect ourselves in rough brush. Otherwise, we were usually naked, except for moccasins. We went barefoot enough that the soles of our feet got really tough."
Tyra only saw one person on the drive from the main gate. That was Anne Bullock, the matronly middle-aged manager, who was dressed in a baseball cap, hiking boots and a leather belt holding a key ring and a PDA. She greeted the trio warmly, but was in a hurry to fix a plumbing problem in one of the cabins.