Ranchland – Chapter 10

Ranchland – Chapter 10

Shelly Taylor struggled to stay awake as she manoeuvered down the rough gravel road. It had been a long drive from her home in Alberta Beach, and travelling at night hadn’t helped any. But she had wanted to reach her destination in the early morning hours, with the hope that she’d be able to see her Dad before he had to go out on the range for another day. With the long hours and lack of sleep though, her chances of driving into a ditch instead had increased substantially.

Somewhere on this road, she’d been told, was the ranch where her father worked. Some of the farms were marked, or had a name on them. None of the ones she’d seen had given her that courtesy, and in almost a move of desperation, she decided that she’d turn into the next driveway she came to, and get directions from someone that might know the area.

Amy Morrison found herself waking in the same manner that she did every morning, with her uncle’s tongue washing the depths of her femininity, driving her to the verge of another powerful orgasm. As Ben flicked his tongue over her clit for the umpteenth time, that tell-tale tingle began to work its way further and further into her slowly waking consciousness, then exploded along every nerve pathway in her body. She inhaled sharply as her nipples became harder than she could ever remember, and as her mind turned into a blaze of bright lights, her reflexes spasmed and convulsed in rapture, and she let out a scream of lustful passion as a result. Ben continued to lick and lap Amy’s pussy, now flooded with her juices, and he fed from her sex as hungrily as his new-born son would suckle her breast. He kept her at the peak of her pleasure for as long as he could, his niece reacting to his loving for more than a full minute before her cum finally began to release her to the afterglow.

“Ben Calhoun,” she lovingly entreated him, “I don’t know how you do that to me, but promise me you’ll never stop loving me like that? Damn, but you make me feel so . . . special! Might be part of why I love you so much, you Meat-Ball, you!”

Ben slowly lifted his head to greet his niece, his face covered in a combination of a huge grin, and a massive smear of Amy’s girl-cum. He loved the taste of her feminine nectar, the smooth softness of the skin of her thighs, and the woman that owned all those wonderful treats.

“Mmm, good morning, my Little One” he greeted her. “I trust you slept well again last night?” As he talked, he began to slide up her petite young body in search of her invitingly pouty ruby lips, stopping to gently run his tongue over and around each of her nipples as he passed by them, then continued until he found her lips. She pulled him to her tightly, forcing her tongue down his throat, and ravishing every part of his mouth she could access.

They broke their kiss long enough for Amy to finally pry her eyelids open, greeting the rest of the day slowly, and with the happiness of knowing that she was very much loved by this man that was the father of her two children, Angela Lynn, their three-year old daughter, and Andrew Bradley, their three-month old son. It was the realization that she hadn’t fed Andy since yesterday evening that finally made that fact the deciding factor in whether or not she would indulge herself with a lazy morning.

“Mmm, as much as I love to just lay here in your arms, Ben, our son must be starved. I don’t remember waking up for his two o’clock feeding. Hell, after the way you fucked me senseless last night, I don’t remember a damned thing!” Amy growled, the smile on her face betraying the non-existent anger of her voice.

“No, you didn’t feed him,” Ben said softly, “I did. That’s why we expressed all that extra breast milk from you, remember? You looked so peaceful when he started crying, that I just didn’t have the heart to wake you. But after the way you made me cum last night, getting Andrew fed was a real chore. Maybe you could explain to me how somebody that small can fill up one diaper so full? Phew! Talk about stinky! I almost buried my nose in your pussy, just to survive the little Poop’s . . . poop!” Amy chuckled as she visualized the scene of Ben fighting sleep while changing his son’s dirty diaper, then pulled her uncle to her lips for one last kiss before she got up, and got on with her day.

“You sure do spoil me, sometimes, Meat-Ball,” she whispered in his ear as she hugged him close to her, “and you’re not only one hell of a great lover, but an awesome Daddy, as well.”

“Aw shucks, Miss Amy,” Ben replied with a corny accent, “it weren’t nothin’, ma’am.” His comic reply sent Amy into gales of laughter. She continued to hold her uncle close, giving him soft and gentle kisses over every part of his face she could reach. Their intimacy was interrupted by the thumping of little feet, as Angela came running into their bedroom. Turning to greet his boisterous daughter, Ben picked her up by the waist, and swung her onto the bed., buzzing his lips on her naked little belly in the process.. She reacted with riotous squeals of joy.

“Morning, Mommy! Morning, Daddy!” she finally squeaked, once her laughter subsided. “I a big girl!” That was her way of saying that her overnight diaper was still dry, and she received a loving kiss from each of her parents as a reward. “Potty, Daddy?” she inquired. Ben flipped her over onto her back, then undid the pins holding her overnight garment in place before getting off the bed himself so that he could escort her to the bathroom.

“You just relax, Little one, and I’ll get Andy up on my way back” he suggested to his niece. She lay back, quite content to continue being spoiled. With that, he and Angie trotted off, where Ben helped her up onto the seat, and wiped her once she was finished. Setting her down so that she could rush back to her mother, he gave her a little love swat on the behind, flushed the toilet, then returned to the children’s room to get his son up, and ready for his feeding. Again he changed Andy’s diaper, then carried the infant back to his mother’s waiting arms.

“Shit, that’s enough work for one day for this old cowboy” Ben muttered as he passed the baby to Amy, who cuddled him to her breast, then offered him a teat to suckle. She giggled at her uncle’s comment, then patted the edge of the bed as an invitation for him to sit beside her.

“Don’t blame me, Ben Calhoun” she admonished him. “It takes two to make one of these bundles of joy, ya know.”

“Oh really?” Ben quipped back. “You mean it wasn’t them storks dropping off excess cargo? Damn! My Momma lied to me!” he joked. Amy chuckled happily, and rubbed his weathered face lightly with her hand. “Any idea of what causes them?” he added.

“Yep!” Amy snapped back quickly. “Something about a man and a woman sleeping in the same bed, they tell me.”

“Huh!” he grunted. “Maybe I should move to the sofa, or something. Many more of these little brats, and I’ll be wore out before I’m fifty!” He received a resounding slap on the shoulder for his trouble.

“I not brat, Daddy!” Angela corrected him firmly. “I girl!”

“Girl. Brat. All the same thing” Ben muttered, and Amy slapped him again. In retaliation, he grabbed Angie around the waist, lifting her so that she acted as a human shield from her mother, then buzzed her bare belly again playfully. He noted her proud and protruding mons innocently displayed before him, and felt a burning desire to kiss her pussy. But he’d promised himself that her sexual discoveries wouldn’t happen until she showed that she was ready. “Come on, my Princess, let’s get you showered and cleaned up. Mommy’s going to feed your little brother, then we’ll all go have some breakfast.”

“Shower!” Angie exclaimed, and made a beeline for the door. Ben lightly kissed Amy’s lips, then followed Angie out the door and down the hall. With their departure, Amy relaxed as Andy began to suckle her breast in earnest.

In the bathroom, Ben adjusted the water before letting his daughter into the stall. Once inside, she grabbed the bar of soap and pressed it into her father’s hand, her version of a request for him to lather her. Ben complied happily, rubbing the soap over every part of her body from the neck down. As he lathered up her little pussy, Angie’s eyes became unfocused, the sensations of her father’s fingers teasing her young clit sending waves of tingling enjoyment all through her little body. For Ben, the soft and smooth texture of her skin was heavenly, and the light pressure of her clitoris on his finger felt so damned good. He became almost as mesmerized as she was.

“I like, Daddy” Angela softly encouraged him. “More, Daddy, more?” she pleaded. Ben continued to massage her virginal valley, letting his finger slide the full length of her pussy’s slit, and lightly tickling her puckered little rosebud. Angela shivered deliciously in response. It was sorely tempting to try and give her an orgasm, but Ben knew that if he continued much longer, he’d have a problem himself, and his cock twitched to let him know that he probably was right. With resignation, he lifted his daughter up so that the showerhead flowed over her naked form, rinsing her entire front. She especially liked it when the spray pulsed against her young pussy mound, and hummed with her delight. Then Ben turned her around and let the spray splash over her back, lingering so that the gentle stream of water completely erased all traces of soap from the crack of her butt. Again, Angie moaned at the delightful sensations on her little pucker. Once she was clean, Ben quickly lathered himself, then rinsed off. Stepping out of the shower stall, he towelled his daughter first, then himself hurriedly. Now dry, he swung Angie up into his arms and carried her back to her room, where he helped her get dressed.

With their morning toiletries complete, the two returned to the master bedroom, where Amy was laying quietly with her upper body propped against the headboard, her son in that twilight state between feeding and slumber.
“He’s almost asleep, isn’t he?” Ben asked quietly.

“Umm-hmm. He had a good feed, though. You sure you fed him enough this morning, Lover?” Amy asked.

“Well, by the look of his last diaper, I doubt he had room for any more. He fell asleep just as the bottle ran dry, so I assume he got enough” Ben answered, than added, “but I’ll bet the little brat didn’t leave me any, did he?” Amy laughed at the remark, knowing how much her uncle enjoyed the taste and texture of her breast milk.

“Oh, I think we can squeeze a few drops out for you, you old lecher. Would you like it now, or should we wait until the kids are down for their naps?” Amy teased. Ben threw his arms up in silent surrender, then kissed first his niece lightly, then his sleeping son.

“Little One, let me get breakfast started,” Ben suggested, “while you take care of our youngest, okay? Besides, I think our daughter’s patience is about shot. She keeps looking towards the kitchen, and that’s a sign that she has an empty tummy . . . “

The rest of his conversation was interrupted by the sounds of crunching gravel. Out of curiosity, Ben walked over to the window and looked out to the driveway. He didn’t recognize the car, or the two people inside it, but they were stopping at the ranch house.

“Who’s that?” Amy asked him.

“I don’t recognize the car, Little One, but there’s a young girl behind the wheel and a guy in the passenger seat. They’re about eighteen, as a guess. Are we expecting anyone that I don’t know about, Lover?” Ben inquired.

“Can’t think of anyone. I guess I’d better get up and get dressed. You go see what they want, and I’ll start the coffee. Angie will just have to settle for cereal this morning, by the look of it.” Amy told him. As Ben headed out of the room, she added, “Meat-Ball, you might want to put some clothes on, before you scare the hell out of those people”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, good idea” he muttered, staring down at his nakedness. Amy giggled at his absent-mindedness. Ben pulled his work clothes on, then went to the door to greet the young couple.

“Can I help you?” he asked, as the young girl opened the car door and got out.

I think we’re lost” the girl confessed. “I’m trying to find my father’s house, but I’m not sure where he lives, exactly. Maybe you can give us directions?”

“I guess that would depend on who your father is” Ben mentioned. “What’s his name?”

“Taylor. Collin Taylor. I’m his daughter,” she told Ben, “and this is my boyfriend, Ryan Matheson.”

“Hmm, then you’d be Shelly, right?” Ben asked. She gave him a quizzical look, wondering how he knew her name. She nodded her head up and down reservedly.

“Collin’s gone up to the west range for the day. Was he expecting you?” Ben wanted to know.

“No, I was hoping to surprise him. Maybe we should come back tonight?” she suggested.

“Does . . . Janice know that you’re coming? I could phone her, and let her know.” Ben realized that his hospitality was getting a little weak. “Why don’t you two come in and have some coffee? I’ll call Janice, and we’ll see if I can get your Dad on the radio.” With a look of non-understanding, the two young people silently accepted the invitation. Once inside, Ben introduced the two to his niece, his daughter, and their sleeping son.

“Would you happen to be Ben Calhoun?” the girl wanted to know.
“Guilty as charged” Ben replied. “What lies has Collin been telling you about me?”

“Well, he says that he figures you’re about the best person he’s ever worked for . . . and if this is Ranchland, it’s the best place he and Janice have ever lived.” There was a long pause before Shelly continued. “Dad also mentioned that you wouldn’t mind if we moved here? Ryan want to go to Olds College for an Agricultural degree, and I haven’t decided what I want to do yet. We just graduated from high school. But I’m willing to try anything.”

“Well, we’ll have to see what we can come up with, if you’re going to move in with your Dad and Janice” Ben started, then turning to Ryan, began to inquire of the young man’s interests. “What is it that you want to study, Ryan? An Agricultural degree won’t get you much unless you’ve got some background.”

“My parents have a farm up in Onoway. My father grows barley and timothy up there, on about four sections. I guess I got hooked on feed crops, because it’s all I can think about.”

“Hmm, I think you and I need to talk, son. I have two sections that I want to put into barley and alfalfa. Might be able to use you, getting that idea up and running. Pay isn’t much, but it’ll keep you dry and fed, and maybe we’ll find you some heat, later on” Ben offered. Shelly and Ryan both beamed their acceptance of Ben’s offer.

Just then, Amy came in the kitchen with Angie in tow. Ben made the introductions, as Amy served the coffee.

“Umm, Dad says that you two are . . . uncle and niece?” Shelly asked softly, as though someone might overhear. “Am I allowed to mention that?”

“Yeah, well, it sounds like Collin’s told you quite a bit,” Ben confirmed, “so why don’t you tell us what you do know, and we can go from there. Oh, by the way, he’s also told us a bit about you, Shelly. Is that something that you’re comfortable with us knowing?” Ben added, as he looked towards Ryan. His focus wasn’t lost on Shelly, and she seemed to relax a bit more.

“It’s okay, Mr. Calhoun. Ryan knows about me, and about Mom and Dad, too” she assured their hosts. They spent the next two hours sharing their background, and discussing the whole subject of incestual relationships.