Home on the Range

**Author's Note:

Home On The Range

is a continuing story where each chapter builds on previous chapters. If this is your first encounter with

Home On The Range

, I'd like to suggest you read the previous chapters prior to reading this one. Please enjoy!

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Home On The Range

story is one of fiction based on the activities of a real-life. The plot of this story is to follow along as a family interact with the different situations they face in life.

**Before you read this chapter, be advised that it contains very graphic depictions of raw sex between two or more consenting people. IF such depictions upset you or make you lose sleep, PLEASE don't read any further. It's a different-strokes-for-different-folks kind of story.

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For the record: All characters engaging in any sexual activities - are legal aged!

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Although this story happened years ago when I was 18, I remember all the details like it happened yesterday. First, let me tell you a little about me. My name is Brittany, but everyone calls me Brit for short, which I don't mind. I am an only child, but I wasn't spoiled, by any means. As I sit on the porch swing after supper, drinking my beer, I think back to all the hard work, I put into this ranch to get where I am today. The kids are down at the pond skinny dipping before it gets dark. You see, I am now the proud owner of a rather large cattle ranch in Texas, that was once owned by my grandpa Frank Campbell. But I don't want to get too far ahead of myself.

Let me tell you about myself, because everyone loves to know what a girl looks like when she's naked. I'll start at the top and work my way down my body. I have shoulder length blonde hair, and some tell me my blue eyes sparkle. I'm not petite by any means but I'm not sporting any fat either, well maybe a little on my hips, but that's part of a woman's figure. I was always active in sports while in school. I was a straight "A" student; however, I was never considered a geek by my classmates. All the hours I've spent working on the ranch toughens a person. As a result of all the hard work, comes the body muscles I've earned.

As I was growing up and started to develop, my boobies only grew to a "B" cup with light pink areolar and nipples. My abdomen didn't really have a girl's six pack, but you could see ridges in my abdomen when I played basketball or some other sport while wearing a crop top and shorts or a bikini.

Mom and dad bought me the normal gifts a lot of other parents bought for their daughters. The gifts weren't expensive, but they were in tune with what the other kids were receiving or wearing at the time. What I'm trying to say is, I didn't stand out in the crowd.

My parents always told me if I wanted money, I had to be willing to work for it. They gave me chores around the house and for that they gave me an allowance. The allowance I received only came to me when I had completed my chores. Don't get me wrong, I didn't have to mow the grass or any of the other strenuous choses outside, but I did have to make sure the dishes were done, (without a dishwasher) clean the whole house, (not all at once) do the dusting, do the laundry, take out the garbage and chores like that.

My mom was very open with me. We discussed everything; nothing was sanctified. As I grew older the topics of our conversations changed and became more of the mature nature. Even though I knew about sex from my health classes in high school, mom made sure I had other lessons and explanations from her as well.

She was a fanatic in personal hygiene, and she was always giving me the right information to help me be clean. When I started my period, I wasn't ready for that. I messed up a few times and stained my panties and since I did the laundry, I noticed my mom's panties weren't stained at all.

One Saturday when dad was out mowing the lawn, I asked my mom some basic questions and immediately she encouraged me to sit down and talk to her. Mom answered all my questions. When I finally got around to telling her I stained my panties, she told me it would be better if I wore a light panty liner a week before my period was due, just in case and for a week after my period, just in case I had an additional drainage. That made complete sense to me and from that day on, I never stained my panties again. I know that part was personal, but I wanted you to know I had great parents who would talk to me and set me on the right road to life.

They taught me to take responsibility for my actions and since both of them had important positions with their respective companies, I spent a lot of time alone with my schoolwork or simply entertaining myself. They trusted me not to invite boys to our house when they weren't home. They also did their best to make important events in my school years but the majority of the time only one of them could attend, unless it was a special event.

When I was growing up, they didn't buy me everything I asked for, but I was rewarded beyond my allowance for my straight "A" grades or helping my team win whatever game we were playing. I loved action sports like track and field, softball, volleyball, field hockey and even though I did my best at basketball, I wasn't the top-notch player on the team.

I developed an assertive personality and if anyone wanted to do something, I was usually the first one to try it, if it was legal. I'd like to think of myself as being very friendly, that is, unless someone did something to piss me off. I am very proud of my body and the way I'd developed so I wasn't really shy. However, I didn't really flaunt my looks like some of my other classmates. A few of the guys, in my class that I dated, told me I was easy on the eyes.

Moving on to the story, I remember the weather was hotter and dryer than normal in Cleveland, and I was a senior in high school only a couple weeks away from the biggest day of my life, high school graduation day.

On one fateful day everything changed when the phone rang, and mom answered it. I heard her say, "Oh hi dad, how are things out there?"

Mom listened and then I saw her start crying and she couldn't speak so I walked over to her and put my arm around her and asked, "What's the matter mom? Why are you crying?"

Mom handed me the phone then buried her face in her hands just before the flood gates opened and mom broke down completely. I looked down and saw mom's shoulders shake because she cried so hard. I put the phone to my ear and asked, "Hello grandpa, why is mom crying, is everything alright?"

Suddenly I heard grandpa's broken voice on the phone saying, "I'm so sorry Britt, I'll call back later."

I yelled into the phone, "NO, wait grandpa, DON'T GO! What's the matter? What's wrong? Is everything alright with you and grandma?"

There was a long pause then I heard grandpa's crying voice choke out, "Britt, your grandma died this morning. The rescue squad is here and because it's obvious that your grandma passed a long time ago, we're waiting for the doctor to come out here and pronounce her dead. When I came home, I found her. She's all I had; I don't know what I'm gonna do now."

My heart sank in my chest and my eyes filled with tears as I said, "Oh Grandpa, I'm so sorry; I wish I was there to comfort you. Are you ok?"

Grandpa choked out, "Yes, I'm ok for now. May I speak to your mom again?"

I held the phone down to mom saying, "Grandpa wants to talk to you. He needs your help mom."

Mom's hands were shaking when she took the phone and said in a shaky, broken voice, "Ok, I'm back dad, I'm sorry I couldn't talk for a few minutes. What can I do for you?"

Mom and her father talked for another ten minutes or so before she hung up. I asked her about grandpa, and she said he had to go because the doctor showed up and was going to look at grandma and pronounce her dead. I walked over to mom and hugged her to me and said, "I'll do whatever you need me to do."

Well, the next few days were a whirlwind. We packed and flew out early the next morning to Texas where we were met at the airport by one of grandpa's friends. He had a small Cessna airplane, which he used to fly us out to grandpa's ranch. Dad sat in the front seat with grandpa's friend and mom and I sat in the back seat. On the way, he told us that flying out to the ranch was much faster than traveling on dusty dirt roads. About twenty minutes after we left the airport, he banked the plane to the left and I looked out my window and saw grandpa's house and barns below. After checking the windsock, the pilot decided which way he was going to land and then put the plane down on the dirt runway near the main barn.

Grandpa was there waving as we taxied to a stop. Dad stepped out of the plane followed by mom who rushed over and hugged grandpa. Dad and I pulled our bags out of the small compartment in the belly of the plane then walked over to mom and grandpa. They were crying on each other's shoulders and watching them made me cry again. Grandpa broke his hug with mom and hugged me then shook hands with dad saying, "Thanks for bringing my daughter out here. I really appreciate it."

Dad asked, "Frank, what can I do to help you?"

Grandpa said, "My neighbors are helping Charlie, my hired man, run the ranch while I'm taking care of business, so I don't have anything to worry about right now. I have to sort out what to do in the house. Maggie always took care of everything in there and I don't know where she kept everything."

Mom spoke up saying, "I can help out dad. Mom always had a habit of keeping things in the same place so whatever you need I'll get it for you."

We settled into our rooms then during the next few hours mom and I helped grandpa do whatever he needed to get done. Late in the afternoon mom and I prepared a delicious dinner while dad and grandpa sat in the living room talking. At dinner time grandpa and mom only picked at the food on their plate while engaged in small conversations. Dad advised both of them to eat because they needed to keep their strength up.

The next few days we attended the wake and funeral for grandma and almost all the family showed up, but they stayed in the local town instead of way out at the ranch. The ladies from town put together all the food for the reception after the funeral and what a spread it was. If one didn't know any better, they would have thought we were attending a family reunion. Mom, dad and I stayed on a couple days after the funeral then we had to get back to the Cleveland. I had to take some tests even though I knew my grades put me in High Honor already and there were no problem with me being a candidate to graduate.

Before we left grandpa's ranch, he asked me if I could come back after graduation and help out for the summer and he would pay me. Before I could say anything, mom blurted out, "Dad, I'm sure Britt would love to come out here and help you. Right, dear?"

I looked at mom for a second before I saw her nod her head then I responded, "Sure grandpa, I will come out and help you. How about you coming to my graduation and then we can fly back together."

Grandpa smiled for the first time in a few days and said, "I'll be there."

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Back at home I went to school and my teachers were very understanding. They took the extra time out of their busy schedules to give me the exams I'd missed. A couple of days before graduation grandpa showed up at our house and although he tried to put on a happy face, all of us could tell he missed grandma.

With many of my family members present, especially my grandpa, I proudly walked across the stage and accepted my hard-earned diploma. After the ceremony dad took us all out to lunch at a fancy restaurant in Cleveland. When we got home, I was surprised to see most of the family members show up for a private celebration. The neighbors helped mom by setting up the house after we had left that morning. There was a huge cake in the middle of the table and another table with plenty of gifts and cards on it.

As the celebration got rolling, I stepped to the center of the room and asked for everyone's attention. When it quieted down, I thanked everyone for all they did to help make that day very special for me. I cut the cake and then a neighbor took over cutting it into pieces and passing it out while I walked around the room hugging and kissing everyone for attending.

The next day, I briefly attended a couple of the parties held by my friends. I told everyone I was going to Texas to help my grandpa on the ranch for the summer. I'd made plans with some of my classmates to attend some concerts and maybe go on a short road trip so when I told them I was going to Texas they were very disappointed I was leaving. However, all agreed it was for a good cause.

Two days after graduation grandpa and I were on a plane headed west. When we got to the airport his friend was there to greet us and fly us out to grandpa's ranch. When we arrived, grandpa told me I could have the room I'd stayed in when we were there a couple weeks ago. I left the bedroom door open while I unpacked and put everything away because it was hot and humid and there was a small breeze passing through the room. When I was done, I changed into a light-yellow sundress I had with me.

When I walked downstairs, I looked around for grandpa, but he was nowhere in sight. I went out the back door and called for him then went out on the front porch and found him sleeping in the swing, rocking gently. He looked so peaceful that I backed into the house and went to the kitchen to see what he had in the food department, so I could make dinner.

That night, grandpa and I ate dinner then we settled down on the couch to watch some television. It wasn't long before he yawned and said he was going to bed. I told him I would be up in a little while. He turned to me at the bottom of the stairs, "Don't be up too late, the day starts early around here. I'll wake you up in the morning."

I smiled and said, "I'm used to staying up late and getting up early so don't worry grandpa, I'll be ok."

He turned back and started up the stairs, "But sweetheart working on a ranch and going to school are two different things. I guess you'll find out the hard way just like you ma did."

I heard him chuckle when he finished speaking and I listened to his heavy footsteps climb the stairs. I watched television for another hour then turned it off and made my way up to my room. I had left the window open on the far wall because of the breeze blowing into my room.

However, when I closed my bedroom door, the breeze seemed to stop. It was so hot I decided to leave my door open so the breeze could blow through my window, pass through my room, making it a little cooler. I like the idea of being cooler over hot and sweaty.

I undressed, leaving my black thong panties on. Then I pulled my old t-shirt over my head, the bottom of it fell down just past my ass in the back. I pulled down the light blanket and sheet which was covering my bed and left it laying at the bottom. I crawled up on the bed and that's the last thing I remember until grandpa was shaking my arm calling my name. Through half closed eyes I looked up and said, "What's the matter grandpa?"

Even in the darken room I saw he was looking down at me, but not at my face. He said, "It's time to get up sweetheart, I told you my day starts early around here."

I looked towards the window and it was still dark outside however it was lighter than when I went to bed. I looked back at grandpa who was still staring at me and said, "Ok, I'm awake, I'll get up."

Grandpa stared a few seconds longer then turned on his heel and walked out the door. I laid there for a few seconds and when I moved my hand down my body, I shockingly discovered that my shirt was pulled up just below my titties and the only thing keeping me decent was my skimpy black thong panties. Even more shocking to me was when I also discovered that my legs were spread wide and when I looked down my pubic bone humped up under my panties designating where my pussy started.

I quickly pulled my shirt down and looked towards the door and thankfully grandpa was nowhere in sight. My heart was racing when I realized he had been looking at my scantily clad body and what was more shocking he didn't even look away once he saw me looking up at him. I could feel the heat of my embarrassment rush through my body as I quickly jumped up. I thought to myself, oh my God, what's grandpa going to think of me, now. Will he think I'm a little hussy?

I rushed to my bedroom door and closed it quickly. I turned on my bedroom light then took off my night shirt. I caught a glimpse of my body in the full-length mirror and unlike the many times I'd seen my body before I looked closely at the portion of my body below my tits so I could imagine what grandpa saw. I turned this way and that way trying to imagine the angle he saw me then I remembered I had my legs spread also. When I spread my legs in front of the mirror, I was shocked to see my panties had slipped into my slit on the right side and that meant grandpa saw my bald pussy lip. I started shaving my pussy a while ago even though I didn't really have to. I am what many people call a natural or true blonde. The hair on my pubic mound was light blonde and even with it there, I could still see my slit. But once I shaved all the hair off, like I'd seen the other girls do, I loved being bald and very smooth. I immediately started blushing all over again.

My concentration was broken when I heard grandpa call me, asking me if I was up yet. I walked over to my bedroom door and opened it a crack and called back, "Yes, I getting dressed, I'll be right down."

I heard grandpa say, "Ok, hurry up, snake will be here in a few minutes and we want to eat."

I hurriedly found a pair of shorts and a tank top and I quickly donned my shorts and tank top then opened my bedroom door, turned off the light and headed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen where grandpa was pouring himself a cup of coffee. He asked me if I wanted some and I hesitated before saying, "Yes, I guess I'd better get used to drinking coffee if I'm going to wake up at this hour in the morning."

Grandpa smiled at me and said, "This morning I'll give you a break but from now on when I wake you up, you need to get down here right away and get the coffee started then get breakfast cooking. Here on the ranch, we have chores that need doin' on a schedule, so we don't get behind in our work."

However, since you're a city girl, which there's nothing wrong with that, but you've never cared for farm animals before. I'll stay behind this morning and show you what you'll have to do this summer. After this morning you'll be here by yourself and you're goin' ta be feedin' the animals in the barn and cleaning up after them while snake and I go out and do the field work. We'll be gone all day and we'll check and feed the animals when we come back in at night. Being on the ranch isn't the same as being in the city. This work is gonna to be hard on you at first, but you'll get used to it."

I smiled at grandpa and said, "I can handle it. I'm not a girly girl like some of my friends."

Grandpa turned and looked up and down my body then he said, "It looks like we're gonna have to make a trip into town to get you some proper clothes and boots. I don't want ya working around the animals in them kind of shoes."

I looked down at my sneakers and said, "These are comfortable, what's wrong with them?"

Grandpa huffed and said, "City kids! If an animal steps on your foot, you'll be out of commission and I'll be right back to square one."

I smiled and said, "Yeah, but you'll have me to keep you company, so let's say, you'll only be back to half a square."