Grandpa's Busty Cowgirl

Zoey was surprised when she slowly came awake and noticed it was close to noon. She was surprised for a couple of reasons. First off, she'd expected her parents to wake her up early to chew her out over what had happened last night and, second, she was surprised she'd slept that long, sure that the worry circling round in her head when she'd gone to bed would have woken her up long ago. She smiled to herself and muttered as she got out of bed, "I guess there's nothing like a good night's sleep after getting soundly fucked."

She pulled her robe on and brushed her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. "All right, girl, might as well get this over with."

Steeling herself against who knew what, Zoey made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. She was surprised to see her mother sitting at the table on her own, nursing a coffee. Her father was nowhere in sight.

"Uh...where's Dad?" Zoey asked as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.

"He's out in the garden," her mother replied firmly. "I told him I'd handle this, he's too upset to even think straight."

"Mom, I...I can expl--"

"Don't even start!" her mother interrupted. "We know exactly what we saw, so don't try to come up with some wild explanation. It was obvious those boys weren't holding you hostage."

"But Mom..." Zoey gasped out, feeling her eyes welling up.

"Zoey, sit down! Right now!" Her mother gestured to the chair at the table next to her. Zoey did as she was told, looking down at the table as she cradled her glass of orange juice in both hands.

"All right then, after what we witnessed last night, your father and I have decided that something has to change for you."

Zoey looked up, her eyes misty as she stared at her mother. "Change?"

Her mother nodded solemnly. "Yes. After talking with your father, I've made a phone call this morning and things are settled; you're going to spend the summer at your grandfather's ranch."

"WHAT?" Zoey belted out.

"Yes, your grandfather has agreed to take you in for the summer, and I told him I want him to put you to work. At the ranch, you'll learn the importance of hard work, discipline, and family. Things you obviously seem to be lacking."

"But Grandpa Jack's ranch is all the way over in Nevada," Zoey responded as she shook her head. "No mom, I can't do that. I've got things I need to do here."

Zoey could see her mother getting angrier before the older woman spoke again. "We saw exactly the kind of 'things you need to do here'. And that's too bad, you're going, and there will be no argument about it."

"But Mom, that's not fair."

Her mother shook her head. "Don't talk to me about fair, this decision is more than fair. Your grandfather runs his ranch with a firm hand and discipline. That's exactly the kind of thing you need in your life right now. So you're going there, with no computer, no phone, nothing."

"You can't take away my phone!"

"Okay, you can take your phone," her said, a sarcastic smile on her face. "But I'll tell you right now, it's not going to do you much good. There's no reception way out there on the ranch."

"But--"

"No buts! It's decided," her mother said as she got up from the table. "I'll drive you there Monday morning after your dad goes to work. And you're not to budge from this house until then." She paused and looked at Zoey sternly. "Do you understand me, young lady?"

"Yes, ma'am."

*

Zoey spent the rest of the weekend wallowing in misery. At least her parents hadn't taken her phone away. She was quick to text Claudia and let her know what had happened, and that it looked like their plan to spend the summer competing for cock had gone up like a puff of smoke in a hurricane.

Saturday seemed to drag, as did Sunday. Her father barely looked at her during mealtime, which made her feel even worse.

It was after dinner Sunday when her mother stuck her head into Zoey's room. "I forgot to tell you, you don't need to pack much. Basically just your toiletries and makeup stuff. Your grandparents will take care of the rest."

Zoey couldn't keep the flummoxed look off her face. "What? What about my clothes? What are you talking about?"

"Your grandfather's kind of old-fashioned and he expects any woman, whatever age, to dress a certain way when they're on his ranch. I've given Grandma Rose all of your sizes and she said she'll make sure you have everything you need."

Zoey held her hands up in exasperation. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not. And here..." Her mother tossed a bag towards her. "I went to the store and got you something to wear tomorrow. Your flat white sandals should look fine with that. I know the kind of thing your grandfather expects and that should do the job for when you show up. It's been a long time since you've seen any of them and I want to make sure you get on his good side right from the start."

Zoey caught the bag her mother had thrown at her and stood there staring at it, totally confused.

"All right then, I'll wake you up at eight tomorrow. I want to be on the road by nine. It's a long drive and I want to be there before it gets dark."

Zoey could only nod, feeling like her life was unravelling right before her eyes.

*

Zoey still felt bleary-eyed as her mother pulled her SUV out of the driveway and they were off. Zoey sat in the passenger seat with the window open, the warm summer air washing over her.

Surprisingly, she wasn't as disappointed as she thought she'd be when she'd checked out the bag of clothes her mother had bought her to wear today. Inside was a simple yellow sundress. It was sleeveless with a modestly-scooped neckline, not as daring as Zoey usually wore, but still low enough for some of her substantial cleavage to be visible. The dress fit snugly in the bodice before flaring out over her hips with the bottom portion flaring out until the hem ended just north of mid-thigh. Zoey thought it actually looked cute and girly, but again, a little too conservative for her compared to anything currently in her closet. It looked nice on, and with the warm weather she didn't mind wearing it at all. As her mother had suggested, her flat white sandals matched the look of the outfit perfectly. Zoey glanced over at her mother, having noticed when they'd gotten into the car that her mom had on something different than her usual attire as well.

Her mother, Liz Colton, was already doing well in real estate when she'd married Zoey's father, so with a certain degree of name recognition already out there, she kept her maiden name after marriage. Zoey understood that, and heard that her mom had stood firm when Zoey was born, making sure that her daughter got her last name as well, even if it was hyphenated with Zoey's father last name. Zoey had asked about that when she was little, and understood when her mother told her how proud she was of her family, how much it meant to her to be a 'Colton' and that she hoped Zoey would feel just as proud.

Her mother, Liz, was built very much like her daughter, and they were often mistaken for sisters, Zoey's mother looked that good. A little heavier than Zoey, a little taller, but packed with the same alluring curves and shimmering chestnut hair that her daughter had inherited from her. Her mother was wearing a summer dress in a sky-blue color that was almost identical to Zoey's in style, and looked great on her. The bodice hugged her upper body attractively, following her curvy hourglass figure with a nipped-in waist before flowing out playfully over her matronly hips. The flouncy hem ended at about mid-thigh, like Zoey's, and her mom's legs looked great, her feet clad in matching sky-blue flat sandals.

Although still ticked off, once her mother had the car in cruise control on the highway, Zoey realized that no amount of complaining would get her mom to change her mind at this point. She could tell by the look on her mother's face that nothing she could say would make a difference. Resigned to her fate, she decided to stop sulking, at least for the rest of the long drive ahead.

It had been quite a long time since Zoey had been to her grandparent's ranch, not since she was a little girl. She knew her mother paid a visit there a few times a year, helping out with things while Zoey and her father stayed home. Her mother always looked happy and rejuvenated when she returned, as if she regretted having to come home. She would often talk longingly about how happy she had been growing up there on the ranch. To a city girl like Zoey, she just didn't get it.

"So, Mom, who's going to be there? It's not just Grandpa Jack and Grandma Rose, is it? Don't some of your brothers work on the ranch too?"

"That's right. It takes a lot of people to run a ranch that size, especially at this time of year. Three of your uncles help work the ranch all the time. Uncle Eli is busy with his job in New York, so he doesn't get home too often anymore. Your grandfather said some of your cousins are working there for the summer too. They're all a bit older than you, but they'll treat you all right."

"Uncle Eli's the oldest, right? And you're the baby?"

Liz nodded. "That's right. Eli came first, then there was Ted, Dan, Rob, and then me."

"Huh," Zoey said, her brain twigging on something. "All of you have names that are just three letters, or longer names that can be shortened to three.

Liz looked over at Zoey and smiled. "That's right, my parents planned it that way on purpose. And I don't know if you realize it, but our generation kind of did the same thing; all our kids have four-letter names."

"Oh yeah, I never knew that."

"Yep. I won't list all the boys' names, you'll probably meet most of them there. Your cousin Anna was the first girl in this generation, and then you. You two are the youngest of all the cousins, all the boys are older than you two. You know, you're complaining about having to go there, but Anna spent last summer there and Eli said she really enjoyed it."

Zoey remembered meeting Anna at a family wedding a couple of years ago. She was a couple years older than Zoey, either 18 or 19 when they'd seen each other at the wedding. Being the only girls of a similar age, they hit it off. Zoey was happy to see that Anna was a bit of a wild child, just like herself. Later on in the evening, after Zoey hadn't been able to locate her cousin for quite some time, when she did find her in the Ladies Room, Anna confided to her that for the last hour she'd been out in a van in the parking lot, sucking off each of the guys in the wedding party, including the groom!

"Uncle Eli really said Anna liked being on the ranch?" Zoey asked her mother, not really believing that for a second. "I met her and I just don't see her taking to a place like that. She seemed a lot more like me than some Little House on the Prairie wannabe."

"Nonetheless, your Uncle Eli said she came home a changed girl; happy, respectful, and nice to be around." Liz paused and looked at Zoey seriously. "We're hoping for the same for you. I know you think it's the end of the world, but if you just give it a chance, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

"Hmm, I don't think there's much chance of that," Zoey said before sinking back into her seat, eventually dozing off as she wondered how a hot little cocksucker like Anna had managed a whole summer at someplace as dusty, dirty and isolated as her grandfather's huge ranch.

*

Almost nine hours after they started, Zoey finally spotted the miles of fencing surrounding her grandfather's property as they rounded the last turn in the road. She knew his ranch was one of the biggest in the state, and the fencing just seemed to go on for miles. Eventually, further on, they came to huge iron gates that parted in welcome as her mother pressed the entry code, the words 'WESTWIND RANCH' burned into the massive raised wooden beam that spanned the broad gate from side to side. The private road inside meandered for quite a ways before Zoey spotted the massive sprawling ranch house, her gaze taking in a number of outbuildings and barns surrounding it.

It had been years since Zoey had been here, and it didn't take long for her to remember how big and imposing the whole property was. 'Big and imposing', those same two words ran through her mind when she thought about her Grandpa Jack. She had the picture of a stern giant in her mind, and wondered if that image from her childhood would be borne true when she saw him today.

Zoey didn't have long to wait. Her mother swung the car around a massive redwood and there before them was the main entry courtyard to the house. She was surprised at the number of people she saw standing out front. It was obvious they'd been awaiting their arrival. They appeared to be all males, with the exception of her Grandma Rose, who stood next to her husband.

Zoey's eyes went immediately to Grandpa Jack, and how could they not? He was just as 'big and imposing' as she remembered, a veritable mountain of a man. As the car got closer, she got a good look at him. She wasn't sure how old he was, but he still looked like an iron god. Zoey figured he had to be close to six and a half feet tall, and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. He was wearing a checked work-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the shirt showing off his powerful arms. The shirt fit snugly across his barrel chest, and Zoey wondered if he took a deep breath if it would pop open. Beneath a wide western belt, he wore jeans that encased his tree-trunk like legs stoically, with a pair of old tan cowboy boots on his feet. A true cowboy through and through.

His face was ruggedly striking, with an iron jaw, pronounced cheekbones, deep-set blue eyes, and the tight weathered skin of a man who's spent his whole life outdoors. He had the same shock of wavy brunette hair that ran in the family, but his was cut short and graying at the temples. Zoey had never remembered him being this handsome, but there was no doubt about it now as she looked at him. He had that rugged powerful cowboy thing going to the point she couldn't take her eyes off him. She knew women would find him compellingly attractive, but she also thought he looked like a real 'man's man', as they say.

Just looking at him up close, Zoey felt her heart skip a beat and she had to take a breath to catch herself. At the same time, she felt that telltale moistness between her legs, just from looking at him. It shocked her, but she couldn't stop looking; there was something about him that was incredibly charismatic, as if all the other people around him were mere window dressing.

"Glad to see the two of you got here safe and sound," his big booming voice seemed to thunder in the air as he pulled open her mother's door once she'd stopped the car, the low masculine timbre of his voice sending a shiver of excitement tripping down Zoey's spine.

"Dad, it's so nice to be here," Zoey's mother said as he helped her out of the car. Zoey watched as he pulled his mother in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

As Zoey got out, he came around the car and approached her. She felt like a deer in the headlights as she looked up at him, those deep blue eyes seeming to penetrate into her soul.

"Zoey, welcome to Westwind Ranch, it's been a long time," her grandfather said as he all but swept her up, his massive form enveloping her as he pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek. She felt giddy by the closeness of his powerful male body, his warmth and comforting male scent setting her senses on fire. As he pulled her against him, her large breasts pressed against the muscular plates of his chest, and she almost swooned at how firm they were, his very being seeming on the verge of totally possessing her, just in that first hug.

"Th...thank you," she found herself barely able to gasp out as he stepped back and released her.

"Let me look at you," he said, his warm low voice comforting her more than she would have thought possible.

Zoey found herself blushing a bit as he looked her up and down, his eyes taking their time as she watched them rake over her substantial curves, lingering for longer than she would have thought proper for a grandfather to do over her sumptuous chest. It dawned on her that she was so nervous and caught unawares by his presence that she found herself breathing rapidly, her boobs heaving up and down as she fought to catch her breath and calm himself. She even glanced down quickly, noticing that her nipples had stiffened up and were thrusting against the front of her dress. No wonder he was looking.

"Well, you're certainly all grown up now," he said, those riveting blue eyes once more flicking to her breasts. "Just relax now, girl, you look as skittish as a filly that just got her legs under her for the first time."

"I...I'm fine, thank you," Zoey stuttered out as she tried to compose herself, although being near this huge man had her feeling as shaky as her grandfather had described. "It's just been a long drive. I'm a little tired."

"Well, don't worry, sweet thing, we won't work you too hard today," her grandfather said with smile and playful wink as he slipped his arm around her shoulder and turned to the rest of the assembled crew. "It's time to meet the others. I think it's been a while since you've seen all of them."

Her Grandma Rose hugged her next, and Zoey was reminded of how much all the women in the family looked like each other. Her grandmother's hair was the same rich chestnut color as Zoey and her mother had. Whether that was natural or courtesy of her hairdresser, Zoey couldn't tell, but it looked great on the older woman. She was an inch or two taller than Zoey, the same height as Zoey's mother. Her grandmother was a bit heavier than both Zoey and her mother, but she still bore the tell-tale curves with which all the Colton women had been blessed.

"So these are your uncles; Ted, Dan, and Rob," her grandmother said as she nodded in turn to the three men standing behind her.

Zoey could see the similarities in their bearing and features to both of her grandparents, and to her mother as well, although they were all rugged-looking men who she knew had grown up on this ranch. They were all around six feet tall and well-built, with broad shoulders and powerful physiques that she knew most men would envy. They weren't on the same magnificent scale as their father, but Zoey found them pretty impressive nonetheless.

"And this rabble behind them," her grandmother continued, "are all your cousins. Colton boys through and through."

Zoey looked over and nodded at her cousins, all boys, and all a bit older than her. As her mother had said, she was the baby of that generation at 18, and her cousin Anna would now be 20. She knew these boys ranged in age from about 21 to 27, give or take. She quickly counted, and there were eight of them; strapping young men who obviously took after their fathers, and their grandfather before them. They all had that cowboy thing going, wore plaid or denim work shirts and jeans and all of them wearing cowboy boots. Zoey could see that all eight of them were handsome boys, even if their attire wasn't quite what she was used to.

"C'mon, let's get you settled in," her grandfather said as he gave her a small pat on her bum before turning to the car and sweeping up their luggage like he was picking up a tissue from the floor.

Zoey fell in next to her mother as they moved towards the house. "Mom," she said casually, "how old is Grandpa?"

"He's 68 now."

"WOW!" Zoey couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice.

Her mother couldn't help but laugh. "I know, he could easily pass for someone quite younger."

"No kidding. I can't get over what good shape he's in."

Her mother waved her arm towards the horizon. "He says it's living in a place like this that keeps him young, and I have to say, I really miss being here too."