Incest/Taboo 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!

** 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.

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

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."

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."

Grandpa smiled at me and said, "You're your mother's kid alright. She was always had a quick wit too. But I guess you're right, you do add a certain enticing flavor for these old eyes, in this house."

My head snapped around and I looked at grandpa, but he had his back to me and was just sitting down at the kitchen table with his coffee. I smiled to myself thinking of him only fifteen or twenty minutes ago when he purposely looked at my almost naked body. I grinned then turned back to my chore of making breakfast. Shortly, there was a knock on the kitchen door at the same moment it opened, and an older black man, about six feet tall, walked in. Grandpa said, "Snake, meet my granddaughter Brittney but we call her Britt for short. She's gonna be here for the summer to help us out. She made dinner for me last night so I know she can cook."

Snake reached out his hand in my direction and I walked over and took his hand and shook it. I marveled at the fact my hand disappeared in his. When he released me, I asked him, "Would you like a cup of coffee, snake?"

Snake smiled at me and said "Yes, Ms. Britt, I'd love a cup." He wandered over to the table and sat down across from grandpa and I poured him a cup of coffee then set it down in front of him.

I finished cooking breakfast for the two of them and put everything on the table. Both of them dug in and started eating like a starved person. I brought my coffee over to the table and sat down and grandpa looked at me asking, "Aren't you gonna eat too? It's going to be a long time before lunch. Oh, by the way, you have to fix two lunches for snake and me before we go down to the barn. The lunch pails are over there in the pantry."

I replied, "No grandpa, I can't eat this early in the morning. I'll fix your lunches while you eat."

Grandpa said, "Britt it's going to be a long time before lunch. Mark my words, you're gonna wish you'd eaten before noon gets here. You have a lot of work to do in the barn after we leave for the fields."

To make grandpa happy I made a couple pieces of toast and ate them while I made lunches and put together both lunch pails. I poured each of us another cup of coffee then sat down with grandpa and snake. They talked about the ranch and what they were going to be doing and I listened. I didn't know where the north pasture was or where the strip of woods was that grandpa said he was working close to. But I listened and I knew someday I would get to explore and find out.

We finished our second cup of coffee and I put the dishes in the sink then grandpa said let's go, it's getting late. We walked outside on the front porch and it was just getting light. Dressed in my tank top and shorts I shivered a couple times in the morning air, but the air temperature was warm despite the early morning hour. Although there was a warm breeze, the stillness of the morning without honking horns was music to my ears. In Cleveland, there were always sirens from the police cars or ambulances, but it was never this quiet.

The three of us walked into the barn and, grandpa turned on the lights and showed me where the switches were so I could turn them off later. Grandpa spent extra time that first morning showing me where everything was. He showed me what to feed the animals and how much feed to give each of the animals. He told me what I had to do to clean the individual pens and horse stalls. He showed me where the corn was, to feed the chickens which roamed freely around and in the barn. We walked over to the chicken boxes and I saw the eggs that needed to be collected each morning. There was a lot of stuff to remember so I told grandpa, I'd do the best I can.

The one thing he strongly stressed is the fact that whenever I used a tool, he wanted me to put it back where I found it. He said, "I don't want to spend time searching for a tool that's out of place. I know where everything is, and everything has a place."

I smiled and said, "Just like mom does at home. She has a certain place for everything, and she always puts everything back when she is finished using it."

Grandpa smirked and said, "Well at least your ma learned one lesson from me anyway."

He told me, after they left for the range, it was up to me to finish my chores before I went back up to the house to eat lunch. After lunch you can do up the house chores and take care of the garden.

As he was walking away from me headed towards the shed, he said over his shoulder, "If you finish the barn, house and garden before it's time to cook supper, you can go down to the pond and cool off for a little while. I asked him where the pond was, and he pointed in the general direction before he said, "It's about a ten-minute walk from the house. He said the pond is fed by an underground spring, so the water is cold but very refreshing."

I smiled at grandpa's back and said, "Did I tell you; I love you?"

Grandpa never lost a step as he said, "I know Britt, I know."

Finally, grandpa turned to me and said, "Ok, you're on your own; I don't expect anyone to come by today, so you'll be here by yourself. Please don't get hurt and if you go swimming, be careful not to overdo it."

I ran after him and gave him another hug as I said, "Don't worry; if I run into a problem, I'll come looking for you."

Grandpa got a funny look on his face and said, "Don't go running around the ranch unless you know where you're going. Stay close to home until I get a chance to show you around. You can get lost out there."

I cocked my head to the side and smiled saying, "Why grandpa, where will you be in case, I need you?"

Grandpa said, "Don't worry Britt, you'll be alright around here. No one will bother ya. Be careful around the animals until they get to know you. Just go slow and you'll be alright. It's going to get hot later so drink plenty of water."

Grandpa got up on one of the tractors and snake got on another tractor and soon both of them headed around the barn and I watched as they disappeared. I went back to work and fed the animals then I started cleaning up after them like grandpa told me.

Within an hour I was sweating like a pig and my back, arms and legs started to get sore and hurt like hell. I slowed down working, thinking if I worked slower, I would cool down but as the morning wore on, the temperature rose, and I got hotter. I tried to cool down by wetting my tank top with the hose but a few minutes later, my tank top was warm again.

While I worked, I drank a lot of water from the same hose I used to water the animals and wet my tank top. I might have been a "city girl" all my life but I didn't mind drinking the cold water that came out of the hose. However, it seems like I perspired as much body fluid as I drank. I had been in hot weather before, but this was almost overwhelming. Even in the barn, in the shade, it was hot and when I had to go outside, I suffered greatly, in the sun.

I walked to the barn door and looked outside then walked to the corner of the barn and looked down the road that grandpa and snake had taken, and I didn't see anyone. I'm not terribly bashful and I've always thought I had a decent body with a few extra pounds here and there but overall, I really didn't mind the guys at school checking me out. I've worn skimpy bikinis since I started developing and I know the boys love to look at my titties. Now, I was in a strange place and the last thing I wanted to do was upset grandpa so soon after grandma died.

I looked all around and made sure I was alone before I pulled my tank top up and over my head leaving my small "B" cup titties exposed to the hot air that surrounded me. I walked back into the barn and hung my shirt up so it could dry, then I walked over to the garden hose and let it run till the cold water came through, then splashed some on my body to cool me down.

My chores were calling me, so I picked up my fork and went back to work. Another ten minutes went by and the sweat ran down my belly and soaked the top of my shorts. I tried to work but my wet shorts were worse than wearing a bathing suit, so I set down the fork and walked to the barn doors and looked around.

I didn't see or hear anything that sounded like another human being or anything that made the noise of a human so, I nervously unfastened my shorts and after taking one last look around, I pushed them off my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them and shook them before I walked over and hung them up near my tank top.

I felt a little weird at first being outside in just my wet panties and my sneakers, but grandpa's words traveled through my head saying, "Ok, you're on your own; I don't expect anyone to come by today, so you'll be here by yourself. Don't worry Britt, you'll be alright around here. No one will bother ya."

I thought about his words and looked down at my panties which covered more than my bikini did so I thought to myself, I should be fine.

I went back to work and soon forgot that I was almost naked. My body ached all over and I was tired by the time I finished everything but cleaning the horse stalls. I love horses and always wanted to have one of my own so even though it was a dirty job, I loved being near the big animals. I moved slowly into each stall and let the horse smell me as I petted and rubbed their head near their ears. Once I felt they were comfortable with me I moved slowly and hooked a lead rope on them and walked them out into the alley and hooked them up to a ring on the wall, while I cleaned the stall.

As I finished each stall, I put the house back in and rubbed his head a little more before I walked out and closed the door to the stall. When I finished cleaning up, I put all the tools I'd used back where I found them. I walked through the barn one last time to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. When I was satisfied, I did everything in the barn, I walked back toward the front doors of the barn and pulled my tank top and shorts off the peg and picked up the basket of eggs.

Without stopping to look I walked out of the barn carrying my shorts, tank top and basket of eggs. It wasn't until I was halfway to the house that I realized I was walking out in the open with no place to hide, almost naked, in just my panties and my sneakers. Suddenly, I got that weird feeling in my stomach that I was doing something wrong, but I reasoned with myself that I was cooler without my shorts and top.

My brain waged a mental argument that I was cooler and that's all that mattered. My brain won out and I made it to the house without stopping. I'll admit from that halfway point on until I reached the house, my head was like being on a pivot and my eyes looked for any sign of movement as I walked. In the house I looked at the clock and saw that it was way past noon time, but I figured that wasn't bad for the first day.

I was so hot and sticky I decided to take a shower before I did anything else. I walked up the stairs to the bathroom and I dropped my clothes in the hamper before I slipped out of my panties and dropped them in the hamper as well. After my panties were off, I looked down as I rubbed my hand across my mound and noticed I needed to shave my pussy because I had rough stubble. Even out here in nowhere land, with very little possibility of anyone seeing me, I still wanted to have my pussy nice and smooth.

I walked into my bedroom and picked up my small bathroom case and took it back into the bathroom with me. After opening the bag, I took out my Schick Quattro razor for women. Suddenly I realized I was walking between my bedroom and the bathroom stark naked without even giving it a second thought. I felt my pussy get wet and my feminine fluids actually started leaking out of me, here I was standing in grandpa's bathroom with the door open all the way, completely naked, with nothing in there to cover myself. Again, visions of being caught raced through my head and as they did, the more excited I became.

Finally, I settled down enough, but I had to dry myself a little before I could shave my pussy. I drew some water in the sink and squirted some of my Skintimate Sensitive Skin Moisturizing Shave Gel in my hand. I smeared it all over my pussy before I began the careful task of shaving myself until I was completely smooth.

When I finished, I turned on the shower with cool water before I stepped in. I shampooed my hair then put some conditioner in it while I used my body wash to clean myself. I had this unmistakable urge to play with my clit, but I resisted the urge right up until I had to wash between my legs. When my hand rubbed against my clit, it was all over. I leaned back against the wall of the shower and rubbed my clit until my orgasm surged through my body almost buckling my legs and certainly making them feel like jelly. When my orgasm subsided, I rinsed off again then turned off the water.

I opened the curtain, and quickly realized there was no bath towel in sight, so I reached for the small hand towel on the rack. I did the best I could drying myself. I finished drying my naked body enough so I wouldn't leave water tracks all over the floor before I walked out into the hall and got a larger towel, from the linen closet, so I could dry my hair.

Suddenly I had the urge to go downstairs completely naked and get a drink of water. I quickly dried my hair, brushed it, hung my towel up as I timidly walked out of the bathroom and step by step down the stairs listening for any noise or voice that someone was in the house. I reached the bottom of the stairs and slowly but carefully tiptoed out to the kitchen to the sink. I reached up and took down a glass and when I turned the faucet on it seemed to roar when the water came rushing out of it, at least that's how it seemed to me at the time. I let the water run for a couple of minutes then filled my glass. I looked around before I lifted the glass to my lips and seeing no one I took a long drink then looked around again.

I walked into the living room and turned on a couple of the fans to move the air and try to cool down. Grandpa had told us when we were out here for grandma's funeral, he didn't believe in air conditioning because you'd feel hotter when you went outside so he only had some fans to cool down with. I moved around the kitchen as I made my well-deserved lunch then sat down and devoured it. I made up my mind that grandpa was right when he told me to eat breakfast in the morning, before going to work.

I went up to my bedroom and pulled my bikini out of the drawer and put it on. When I finished, I went downstairs and out the kitchen door so I could work in grandma's huge garden. I'd never really been around a garden before, but I instinctively knew I had to pull the weeds and I read somewhere it wasn't good to water the plants when the sun was shining on them. So, it didn't take me long to move through the garden row by row and make sure everything was growing fine. I picked some of the vegetables that looked big enough or ready to eat. I put everything in one of grandma's wicker baskets and carried the fresh picked vegetables into the house.

I was all hot a sweaty again from working in the garden, so I went up to my bedroom and took off my bikini and went to the bathroom for another cool shower. Once again, I only dried enough so I wouldn't leave water tracks through the house then walked back downstairs. I went to the kitchen and I looking around to see what grandpa had for food. I wasn't being nosey but if I was going to be here for the next three months, I needed to know what was in the pantry and what kind of food grandpa liked based on what was there. I found the freezer full of meat which was divided between chicken, beef and pork. I pulled out a nice sized steak for supper, as grandpa called it. I made macaroni salad and put it in the refrigerator to cool. For being from the "city" my mom and dad weren't fancy eaters, so the salad and steak was a meal that we would eat at home.

I found myself standing at the front door. My hand reached up all by itself and opened the screen door and my feet stepped out on the porch. Oh my God I was completely naked standing on the front porch where I stood a couple weeks ago with my parents and my grandpa and ..... if they could only see me now.

I felt the moisture building in my pussy as I walked across the porch to the double swing hanging near the corner of the wrap around porch. I looked around nervously then spread my hand towel out before I sat down on the swing. My mind was in turmoil, I shouldn't be out here like this. What if someone came right now, they would see me for sure. I looked toward the screen door and guessed it to be at least twenty feet away from me and I didn't have anything other than my hands and small hand towel to cover my entire naked body. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I had never experienced these epic types of feelings before. A series of shivers traveled through my body and my little pink nipples were standing at attention. I thought to myself, what the fuck am I doing out here?

I don't know how long I sat there in the swing, swinging back and forth but while I was there, I relaxed enough to nod off briefly, I think. Somewhere in my subconscious a noise, there was a noise and when I opened my eyes, I heard it. It was the sound of a tractor. My head jerked so I looked towards the barn and I saw grandpa backing his tractor under the shed next to the barn and snake was waiting for grandpa to park so he could back under the shed. I ducked down low and almost crawled to the screen door. Once inside I dashed up the stairs and into my bedroom and quickly pulled on a tank top and a pair of shorts.

I forgot that snake and grandpa had to check the animals and feed them before grandpa came up to the house, so I had rushed to put something on for nothing. I was in the kitchen when grandpa walked in the house and put both lunch pails on the kitchen counter and after saying hello, he told me, "I'm going upstairs and take a shower, and then I'll be back. Snake usually eats with us, so I hope you have enough for him too."

I smiled at grandpa and said, "I made a salad earlier and there's enough for three of us. I took out a steak for supper so there's plenty of that too. Go ahead and take your shower and I'll get the steak on the grill."

Grandpa walked up the stairs and I heaved a big sigh of relief thinking how close I came to being caught completely naked sitting on the front porch swing. I was out on the back porch when grandpa came back downstairs from his shower barefoot and wearing only a pair of shorts. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer and called out to me, "Hey Britt, do you want a beer?"

I stepped over to the screen door and said; "Now grandpa, you know I'm not old enough to drink beer."

Grandpa smiled saying, "Britt, you are out here on my ranch and I know you worked hard today. I don't have any neighbors close by, so if you don't tell anyone, I'm sure not going to tell anyone. Besides, I'm not offering you a case a beer, it's only one bottle. I'm sure you can handle one bottle of beer and not get fallin' down drunk on me."