Ranch Hand ch.1

Ranch Hand
By ldtexas


My name is Cris, and this is my story…


I was 18 and had spent five of the last six years in and out of foster homes, jail and halfway houses. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 12 and there were no relatives to take me in. I admit that I was a handful at that point, was very mad that my folks left me all alone and I guess I let it out by being a pain in the ass to those foster families that took me in. It took going to juvenile hall for six months on an assault charge when I was 16 to finally get me straightened out.

The county made everyone go to a shrink during their incarceration, the doc turned out to be a pretty nice lady named Lisa that reminded me of my mom. She spent a lot of time with me, waded through all the grief and anger I had bottled up and all the grief I was giving her, and got me to start thinking clearly again. She helped me get out of juvy early, helped me get emancipated and a job and a place to stay in a halfway house. I got my GED and even saved up to buy an old Mustang to drive. Then the funding for the halfway house got canceled a year later and I was on the street, living in my car for a while. I called the only friend I had in the world, Lisa, the shrink from juvy, she took me into her own house while she searched for something permanent for me. She found me a job on a ranch about 350 miles out of town, out in west Texas. The job included room and board and a small salary. I gladly accepted it even though it meant leaving her, but I knew it had to be.

I loaded what few belongings I had into the Mustang, ready to head off to my new life. Lisa and I stood by my car for a long time saying goodbye, I had fallen in love with her and she knew it but would never let anything happen between us. Finally, she pulled me into her and hugged me tight, then kissed me so softly and for so long we were both panting as we broke the kiss. Then she turned, tears streaming down her face, and ran back into the house. I got in my car, tears in my eyes as well, and roared off down the street.

For the job at the ranch, I was to be the handyman, ranch hand, step and fetch it boy for the ranch owner. I didn’t know much about her, just that she was recently widowed and had three children and they needed help. I had never even been on a ranch before but I was good with tools, willing to work hard and was young and strong so I figured I could handle the job. I was determined to handle the job, to make this new start for my life work out for the best.

I followed the directions to the ranch, almost thinking that I had missed it since I had gotten so far out from civilization, but I finally saw the gate with the sign reading “Jackson Ranch” on it. I turned onto the ranch road and still had to go about five more miles to get to the house. I pulled in just before six in the evening, shut my car off and got out and stretched, and as I did a woman came walking up from a nearby barn. She was tall, probably 5’9″, blond hair in a pony tail up under a big cowboy hat, she had on tight jeans and a button down shirt that had the sleeves cut off. She was sweaty and dirty, her boots were caked in mud. And to top it all off, her sweat soaked shirt revealed that she was bra-less, I could see her dark nipples through the shirt. Despite it all, I could tell she was a damned good looking woman.

She walked up to me and held out her hand, “Hi! You must be Cris, I’m Connie Jackson!”

“Yes ma’am.” I said, taking her hand and shaking it. She had a very strong handshake, and strong looking arms, from working the ranch I suppose.

“Good manners, I like that in a man, especially one that will be working for me and living on my property. Someone taught you well.”

“Yes ma’am, my folks did.”

“Yeah, Lisa told me some about your folks and what happened to them and the stuff you’ve been through the last few years.”

“Yes ma’am, but I’m here to make a new start. I promise I won’t be causing any trouble like that here. I want this to work out and I’ll work very hard for you.”

“Well Cris, I look at it this way, what’s in the past is in the past. You start here with a clean slate. Do your job, work hard, don’t steal from me or lie to me and we will get along great. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am, absolutely! Would you like me to start work now, is there something you need me to do tonight Mrs. Jackson?”

She laughed at my eagerness, “No, no, we’ll get you started in the morning, bright and early. Tonight you just get settled in. I have my girls fixing up your room right now. I need to go in and catch a shower and fix dinner, so why don’t you head over to the barn right over there and your room is inside of it. It has a bedroom and a bathroom, it will be like your own private apartment. I will have dinner ready about 7:30 and we can all sit down over a meal and get to know one another.”

“Okay, thanks Mrs. Jackson!”

“Please, call me Connie, Mrs. Jackson makes me feel old!”

“Yes ma’am, Connie.” She turned and walked toward the house, my eyes following her ass stuffed in those tight jeans.

I grabbed my bag out of my car and headed toward the barn, just as I started to go through the door a girl came running out, colliding with me and almost knocking me down. She looked like a younger version of Connie, except with short cropped hair.

“Watch where you’re going you dork!” The girl seethed at me, then started running to the house.

Just then another girl, calling out “Lizzie the lezzie!” came running after her and stopped when she saw me, “Oh! Sorry! Are you Cris?”

She was younger than the first girl, just as blond as her sister and mom, with long hair like her mom. She was wearing shorts and a halter top, although she didn’t fill it out as much as her mom or sister.

“Uh, yeah, I’m Cris. What’s your name?”

“I’m Amy. That rude bitch that just ran out of here is my lezzie sister Lizzie. And Jackie is still making your bed in your room.”

“Well hi Amy, glad to meet you!” I said, offering my hand.

Amy took my hand and shook it, then held onto it, pulling me into the barn and toward what I assumed was my room. We walked into what turned out to be a fair size room with a big bed, a couch and chair and a TV mounted to the wall. Off to the right was a bathroom that had a shower stall in it.

The girl making the bed turned as we came in and smiled at me.

“Jax, this is Cris” Amy said, introducing me.

“Hi!” She said as she came over to me and extended her hand.

We shook hands and my eyes nearly bugged out! She looked just like her mom and little sister, long blond hair, blue eyes, but she was older than Amy or Lizzie and she was stacked! She had a halter top on too, and it was overflowing!

“Damn, I wish guys would look at me like that!” Amy said, pouting.

“Don’t worry little sister, it’ll happen.” Jackie said, putting her arm around her sisters shoulders.

“Uh, sorry about that.” I said, sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it Cris, it happens all the time.”

“Well, I was raised with better manners than that, so I apologize again.”

“Apology accepted! So, how do you like your room?”

“Looks fine to me, I think I’ll like it alright.”

“Great! If you need anything just ask. There are towels and toilet paper under the bathroom sink, and there is also soap and shampoo in there.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“Momma will probably have dinner ready in a little while if you’re hungry.” Amy said, apparently over being sad about her smaller tits for the moment.

“Uh, yeah, she told me about 7:30, when she met me out by my car.”

“Come on Amy, lets leave Cris to wash up and go help momma with dinner.” Jackie said, turning Amy toward the door and pushing her along.

“See you in a little while!” The younger girl called over her shoulder as they left.

I put my clothes away in the chest of drawers, leaving out some clean boxers. I stripped off my clothes and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower and stepped in, pulling the curtain shut. It had been a long day on the road and the water felt good running over me. I soaped up and rubbed myself all over and when I got to my cock I stroked it to hardness. I thought about Connie, her nipples showing through her shirt, I thought about Jackie, her tits pushing out of her top, and I even thought about little Amy, cute as can be. Then I thought about the other sister, Lizzie, who almost knocked me over and was so rude to me, I almost started to go soft, so I put her out of my mind and concentrated on the others. I was cumming in no time, spewing my cum all over the shower wall. I rinsed off and rinsed my cum off the wall and down the drain, then pulled back the shower curtain only to come face to face with Amy! My cock was still hard, and in my shock over seeing the young girl there, I just stood, stone still. Amy gasped as she saw my hard on and turned and ran off, calling out that dinner was ready.

I got dressed and headed to the house, I walked up to the back door and knocked. Connie opened the door and ushered me in, she was now wearing shorts and a t-shirt, still no bra, her nipples clearly apparent.

“Cris, you don’t need to knock on the door at meal time, just come on in.”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll remember that.”

They all stared at me, even Connie, then the rude middle sister started to snicker and finally started laughing fully and soon Amy and Jackie joined in. I just turned about six shades of red, Connie glared at the girls and they all abruptly stopped laughing.

“Cris, I understand that little miss nosy walked into your room and caught you stepping out of the shower?”

I shuffled from one foot to the other and am sure my blush deepened even more.

“Well, I’m sorry she embarrassed you.