Ben crawled out of his bed, then joined his niece as she surveyed the scene. He had rented a portable bunkhouse, which explained the second semi. The pickups would be the four ranch hands he’d hired to help with the two herds. Amy felt overwhelmed when Ben explained it all to her.
“Do we really need all these people here?” she asked. Her dad had managed their herd with the help of his wife, and later, their daughter. But four hired hands for a small operation like Ranchland? She’d have to go through the math with Ben once they’d gotten everything, and everyone organized.
“Two of the hired hands are temporary. I talked to Gilbert Ens over at PaSu Farms, and he thinks he has a couple of border collies that might be able to herd cattle, once he gets them retrained” Ben told her. “But until they’re ready, it’s gonna take this many people to keep two herds under control and separated from each other. And in answer to that question on the tip of your sexy little tongue, yes, we can afford it. Hell, we can’t afford not to have four guys. I don’t know about you, but the thought of two people trying to range eight hundred head by themselves scares the shit outta me” Ben told Amy.
“Yeah, okay,” Amy conceded. “I need a shower before anything else happens this morning, though. Why don’t you get things organized and started, then come join me?” The idea had merit in Ben’s opinion, but “Murphy’s Law” was bound to sneak in there somewhere. He was all too aware that if something could go wrong, it usually would, and at the worst possible moment.
Grabbing a shirt and a pair of pants, Ben hastily dressed, pulled on his boots, and went out to meet the newcomers. The four ranch hands were introduced by the lead-hand. One was a native Indian that Ben knew well, Tim Wainwright, and another roper that he’d seen somewhere before, named Colin Taylor. The lead-hand introduced himself as Jim Allison, and a Mexican who, Ben was told, answered to the name of Pedro Gonzales.
“Yeah, right!” thought Ben, “like I’m supposed to believe a name like that? In your dreams!” There was something about the man that left Ben with an un-good feeling in his gut, but he needed the manpower. When it was time to let the temporary hands go, this Mexican would be the first to leave, Ben decided.
With introductions out of the way, Ben assigned one of the hands to help with unloading Amy’s Longhorns while the other three helped with the bunk house. Then he returned to the house and joined Amy for a quick shower. It took all his will-power to keep his hands off her inviting body, but there was work to be done. But after that, he had all kinds of ideas flittering through his mind as to how he’d make up for the morning’s interruption.
All that day, it was busy at Ranchland. Amy’s cattle were unloaded and moved to a suitable pasture area, and the bunkhouse was set up behind the main barn. In that location, Ben and Amy would still have a modicum of privacy, while the men would still be close enough to the house if an emergency came up.
The hustle and bustle continued until after supper. Ben hadn’t had to cook for that many people for a long time, which made preparation an interesting task for him. He swore that, if it weren’t for his niece, everyone would have gone hungry. Most of the conversation was light and jovial, but Ben became aware that Pedro was spending entirely too much time sizing up Amy, and it left him with a sense of foreboding. Between the Mexican’s attitude and his lustful stares towards Ben’s niece, getting him off the ranch wouldn’t come soon enough. The ogling was sufficiently blatant to get even Jim Allison’s attention. Jim made a mental note that he’d have to talk to Ben about the potential problem.
It had been a long and busy day. Both Ben and Amy felt like they’d run the Boston Marathon, twice, since sunrise. Even though it was still only nine o’clock, they were more than ready for bed, ostensibly to actually sleep. As they locked up the house, Ben had an overwhelming desire to hold his niece tight to him, and as soon as the opportunity presented itself, he did so. His arms felt so good that Amy was in no hurry to leave them. Just the trip down the hall struck her as an unappreciated inconvenience.
“Mmm, can I fall asleep right here in your arms?” Amy moaned softly into Ben’s ear. “It’s so far down the hall, and I don’t think I have the strength to walk that far.”
“Think we should make the journey anyway, Little One. Sleeping on the floor might be alright for you ‘youngsters’, but us ‘Old Folks’ prefer something a little softer” Ben whispered in answer. “Want me to carry you, or can you make that last quarter mile on your own?” he teased. She slapped him lightly on the shoulder, but her heart wasn’t into causing him pain, and the result was a dull thump. Ben giggled softly at his niece’s attempt at humour.
“I swear this hall is getting longer by the minute” Amy declared as they turned the corner from the kitchen. “Maybe I should have taken you up on that offer of a free ride?” In reply, Ben scooped her up off her feet and carried her into the bedroom, then deposited her gently on the bed.
“Thanks, Ben,” she acknowledged, “but now I have to stand up to get undressed. You should have left me on my feet, I think.” Without a word spoken, Ben began to unsnap her shirt, then the button and zipper on her jeans. Helping her sit up, he removed the shirt, unclasped her bra and dropped it on the floor. Amy flopped back on the bed as Ben pulled off her jeans, then her panties. As she lay on the bed, naked, he gazed at his niece’s lovely young body, and felt his cock twitch in response. Despite her weary composure, Amy saw that twitch too. She sat up to unbutton her uncle’s pants for him as he unsnapped his shirt and pulled it off. While his concentration was still on removing the shirt, Amy hooked her fingers into Ben’s waistbands and hauled his pants and shorts down to his ankles, which caught him by surprise. His semi-erect cock sprang forth as it was released from its confines, and as he stepped out of the clothing around his ankles, Amy moaned in appreciation of his growing hardness.
“Ben, I’m fried, but I still want that cock of yours” Amy confessed. “I’ll let you chose where I take you, though.”
Ben flopped on the bed beside his niece and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. With her now effectively immobilized, he leaned over her and softly touched her lips with his, then repeated his kiss with more demand and insistence as his tongue sought her’s. She yielded to him, intertwining their tongues and swapping saliva as she wiggled enough to pull her pinned arms free, then grasped her uncle around the neck and pulled him tightly to her.
Without a word spoken, Ben reached for Amy’s breast, plying its soft yet firm skin as his fingers lightly pinched her nipple. With her now caught between his thumb and forefinger, he began to twist and tease her, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her becoming hard in his grip. Amy moaned softly into his mouth as she felt that warm tingle spread all through her breast. She could feel Ben’s cock, now fully hardened, pressing on her thigh, but he had her pinned in such a way that she couldn’t move her arm enough to capture him in her hand.
“Ben, you’re cheating,” she complained, “because you know fucking-well I want to feel your cock, don’t you?” Ben was tempted to move enough to grant her access, then had another idea. He knew that if he kept himself just out of her reach, it would drive her crazy with lust. By the time he was ready to enter her, she’d be so horny that she’d fuck him silly. With that in mind, he slowly slid one hand over her belly to her mound, then eased his finger into her slit and over her clit. Tickling her nubbin lightly, he heard Amy’s moans become more pronounced and change to a sensuous mewl.
Amy was growing frustrated at not being able to grasp and stroke her uncle’s throbbing hard cock with her hand, but the touch of his finger on her clit still caused her to push up with her hips, in an effort to increase his pressure on her nubbin. Ben had hooked the tip of his index finger into her protective hood, and was teasing her clit as it became harder and more pronounced. The teasing he was giving her was enough to make her want to scream at him. She would have, too, but his touch felt so damned good that she couldn’t justify interrupting him.
Ben broke their kiss and moved his lips down to Amy’s diamond-hard nipple, clamping his lips on her and suckling her as his tongue slid around the edge of her nipple. In the process, he had moved his cock that much further from Amy’s reach, and she groaned at the delicious frustration he was welling up from inside her.
“Damn it, you cunt-teasing son-of-a-bitch!” Amy growled. “You’re driving me fucking insane! You know that, don’t you?” she cursed.
“Umm-hmm” was all Ben replied as he slipped his finger down from her clit to her cunt. God, she was wet! There was no resistance to his finger as he began to search for the ridges of her G-spot, his thumb replacing that forefinger on her clit. As he began to tickle and tease the depths of Amy’s love canal, she pushed her thighs as far apart as she could to encourage her uncle’s actions. Soon, he could feel her cunt walls begin to flutter as her vagina gripped and pulled lightly on his finger. Teasing her clit, Ben took her to the edge of her climax, then stopped completely.
“Damn you, Ben Calhoun!” Amy screamed. “How dare you tease me like that! God, I want you so bad!”
While his niece was still screaming at him, Ben moved himself between her silky thighs and rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit, eventually gaining access to her entrance, then slipped his cock’s full length slowly and deliciously to the depths of her pussy. Amy gasped deeply, holding her breath in as she became conscious that she had been filled completely with that cock she’d craved all this time. With the awareness came a deep groan of pleasure at her uncle’s penetration.
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