Life on the Ranch pt 1

I can’t believe those jerks threw cattle dung at me. No good, dirty rotten, a-holes. They got that shit all over me. That’s not even the worse part… Well, that’s up for debate. But to top it off we’re out of hot water! I had to wash the bull shit off with freezing cold water. I hope to god Steph gets back soon. I wish I could tell her what those jerks did, but I know we’re in desperate need of help. I don’t know how much longer I can take their crap. Always calling me all sorts of derogatory, crude, insults. The owner’s daughter or princess are their favorites, knowing full well that I’m a boy. Pillow bitter or mattress muncher are some other terms I’ve heard them call me, especially Bruce! Honestly I don’t even know what they mean.

Stepping out of the shower, I’m shivering from head to toe. I see this skinny, short kid with bright blue eyes, messy raven black hair only on his head and not a lick anywhere else staring back at me in the mirror.

It’s easy to see how some people can confuse me with a girl when I don’t have an ounce of muscle on me. My legs are slender and smooth. My butt is plush and soft. How am I ever going to get anyone to take me seriously when I look this? Life just isn’t fair. That’s besides the fact that you wouldn’t think I was eighteen by just looking at me. Might as well get dress. Steph should be home any minute soon. I should get dinner ready.

Searching through my closet I grab a pair of underwear, jeans and a t-shirt like always. Tonight’s going to be spaghetti again. If those jerks thing they deserve better, they can fix it themselves.

Once I get the noodles in a pot of hot water and the burger in a frying pan, I start setting the table. Just as I set the last plate down, bright lights flash outside. I can make out Steph’s truck in the distance. Oh thank god. About time she’s home.

I pour the sauce on the meat and drain the noodles. Then I grab the bug juice out of the fridge and start filling up cups when Steph walks in and she’s not alone. As I look up, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen walks in behind Steph. She’s got long, dark brown hair with blonde tips under a cowboy hat. Her jeans are so tight on her thick thighs, but you can tell they’re lean as the fabric strained to wrap around her muscular curves. Under her unzipped leather jacket you can see a white tank top that clings to her noticable abs. Juice splashes all over as it overflows the cup causing me to jump back. The sight of her made me forget I was pouring everyone drinks. I quickly set the pitcher down and wipe up the spill with some paper towel as my cheeks reddened, flushed with heat. Full of embarrassment, I try hide my face from her.

“Hey hun, this is Amanda. She’s going to be working on the ranch for a while.” Steph explains as she then turns to face her. “This is my son Kyle I was telling you about, the best dang cook around.”

Once again I can feel the heat of my blushing cheeks. I look up as Amanda tips her hat in acknowledgement. “If your cookin’s as good as Steph brags it up to be than we’re going to get along just fine.”

Of all the dinners, Steph decided to bring home a woman like that on spaghetti night. So much for good impressions… I look up to Amanda’s dark brown eyes and I’m completely paralyzed.

“Hmm is that spaghetti I’m smellin?” she asks. I look at her wide eyed as she looks into my eyes expectantly. I tense up at her stare. “Hmm not much of a talker are you?”

“Spaghetti again!?” Steph sighed. “Didn’t we have spaghetti last night? Not that I’m complaining, your spaghetti is the best.”

“Hey, I love me some spaghetti,” Amanda remarks as she licks her chops sending a shiver down my spine.

“Well you’re not going to be disappointed,” Steph remarks. “Looks like you’ve got it all ready, I’ll go ring the horn to let those knuckleheads know supper’s ready.”

I grab one more glass now that there is an additional mouth to feed and finish pouring the juice. Then I mix in the meaty sauce with the noodles just as the timer goes off on the garlic bread. I see Amanda take off her leather jacket revealing two very toned, dark brown arms, one covered in tats. She then takes a seat and watches me intently. Feeling her heavy gaze sends my stomach in a tisy and sets my nerves on fire. I bring her a glass of bug juice and set it in front of her. She grabs my arm as I go to turn away. “So darlin, besides cookin, what else can ya do?”

I choke up with an uneasiness, something about her makes my head spin. “Ah… Excuse me?”

“Surely cookin ain’t the only thing you’re good for,” she said with a smirk as her eyes traveled down to my backside. “You clean too?”

“I ahhh… yeah.” I sputtered nervously, shamefully looking away. What should I say? I’m pretty much the house servant of the ranch… I can tell that’s how she sees me. How humiliating… Finally a woman as beautiful as her shows up and it’s already clear that I should be the one in a skirt. She practically flat out said I’m the chambermaid. Could it get any worse?

Just as I finished my thought, Bruce, Dylan and Justin walk in, the three farm hands Steph hired. “God damn, spaghetti again!?” Dylan remarked. Of course it could always get worse. Why did I even ask?

“Well, look what we have here,” Bruce observed, “And who might you be?”

“The names Amanda,” she said bluntly as she takes a sip of her juice eyeing the three biggest assholes on the face of the planet that just walked in. “You must be the knuckleheads I have to work with.”

The three of them look at each other in complete shock. Did she just insult them? Wow…

“Heh, looks like we got ourselves a wild one,” Bruce smirks, as he sits on the other side of her. “One thing’s for sure, you’re more manly than the pillow bitter over there.”

Not only does he get a chuckle from the other two, but even Amanda smirks at his comment. She looks over at me and her grin widens. I quickly turn around, trying to hide the shame on my face. Why can’t they just leave me alone? “Why would ya say somethin like that? You know from experience or just fantasizing?”

Wait, what did she just say? I can’t tell if she is defending me or implying something. But when I turn around and see the look on Bruce’s face, he is definitely pissed. “I’m no faggot, come spend the night in my bed and I’ll prove it.”

“Ha, you couldn’t handle a night with me. I would make you my bitch,” She says as she looks at me and smirks. She shoots me a wink. “Besides I prefer a hussy that can cook.”

“She’s a carpet muncher, just look at her.” Justin spoke up. “She’s got dyke written all over.”

“Bet I can change her mind,” Dylan said.

“I highly doubt that,” she responded. “You don’t come off as the experienced type. It’s clear I’ve had more pussy than you could ever dream of. I bet you’ve never been with a woman before. I know a virgin when I see one.”

Dylan went silent as his cheeks went red causing another smirk to show up on Amanda’s mouth. “I figured as much with an ugly mug like yours, you probably even scare the pigs away.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her insult. Someone is finally putting those jabronies in their place.

“What are you laughing at princess?” Dylan guffs. “At least I’m not a little sissy looking fagboy. The only thing you’re good for is being a horses cocksleeve.”

The three of them erupt in laughter. Why do they always pick on me? What did I do? I try to hide the disgrace displayed on my face, especially from Amanda.

“And yet out of the four of ya, he’s the only one that’s useful,” Amanda quickly responded. “I’ll take a princess that can cook and clean over three shit birds that lack manners.”

Even though she called me a princess I can’t help but smile. She is one hell of a woman! Steph finally walks into the room. “Got some great news! Just got off the phone with a packer. They want to buy almost half our herd! And at a decent price I might add.”

“That’s great!” I chirp out. That’s amazing news. Now we can breathe a little, especially with the market auction coming up.

“Now what are we waiting for, I’m starving!” She adds.

I quickly bring over the pot of spaghetti and place it in the center of the table on a hot pad. I also grab the garlic bread and set it on the table. The boys fight to dish up their plates as Steph takes a seat at the end of the table, next to Amanda where I usually sit, but I’ll gladly let her have it. I take the chair next to her. She turns and gives me a smile after just loading up her plate. Justin is sitting at the other end, next to me just scarfing down his food, making a mess. Dylan’s sitting across from me and gives me a dirty look. I fix up my plate as I feel Amanda’s hand grab my thigh just above the knee causing me to jump. Her grip is like iron. I look over at her and she’s acting like nothing’s going on.

We’re sitting close enough that no one else notices. Besides they’re all too busy stuffing their faces. Her hand starts to move up my thigh. I can’t help but stir in my seat. My mind is racing and my heart is pounding. Her touch sets me on fire.

“You got any more bug juice?” Steph asks causing me to jump. Amanda quickly removes her hand.

“Yes!” I yelp immediately jumping to my feet, bumping into the table nearly knocking over my drink, but Amanda catches it just before it tips over. Unfortunately it still manages to splash all over my pants.

“Watch it!” Justin shouts.

“Holy shit,” Dylan reacts.

“Damn girl, you got some quick hands,” Steph observes.

“Heh, just luck I guess,” Amanda quickly brushes it off. “Awe you got juice all over your pants, here let me get that for ya.”

Before I could say something, she was patting down my crotch with her napkin. I could feel my penis twitch as she started rubbing the towel over it, soaking up the juice. “You’re going to need to change out of them jeans.”

I glance up at Steph as she has that embarrassed motherly look on her face. She rubs her forehead and a sigh escapes her lips. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. Well, that’s not true… I have a habit of looking foolish. But even still, all I want to do is crawl into a hole and disappear. I can feel the tears water up. I didn’t want anyone to see me cry, especially Amanda so I walk out of the room without a word.

Once in my room, tears fall like rain. I pull off my pants and see my white underwear has a big red stain in the crotch. I pull them down as the door opens up and Steph walks in. “Ma!” I shout as I turn to cover my pecker.

“Oh don’t act like I’ve never seen ya naked before. I use to clean your bottom before you could even walk.” She walks over not even the least bit coy about it. “I just wanted to see if you were alright.”

She pulls me into a hug as more tears fall from my eyes. I’m still trying to keep my crotch covered as she brings her hands to the side of my face and brings it close to hers looking into my eyes.