Ranchland – Chapter 6

Ranchland – Chapter 6

Summer’s are short in western Alberta, and this one had been no exception. By the end of September, the leaves had changed colour, then fallen, and the air had turned nippy and cold. By the end of October, the threat of snow was real and inevitable. The four men, Ben Calhoun, Tim Wainwright, Collin Taylor, and Jim Allison, worked long hours each and every day, mending barbed-wire fences, setting feed bales, preparing fodder sheds and watering shelters, and what felt like a million other chores, all to ensure that the two herds had a good chance of surviving the winter.

At the ranch house, Amy was busy too, stocking up on home-made preserves, canning fruits and vegetables, and filling the deepfreeze with meats and baked goods. Back in Montana, there had been times when it was impossible to get into town, because of the weather conditions and the snow. She had no reason to doubt that Alberta would be any less so.

Janice Taylor had her hands full looking after her daughter Tanya, who, at almost six months, had the ability to single-handedly reign holy terror over her doting parents. In addition, Janice was also getting their home ready for the onslaught of cold and windy winter storms. Ben had moved the mobile homes, of which there were now three, into the lea of an aspen grove. Tim and Josh occupied a small two-bedroom unit, while Jim and Beth Allison now lived in a slightly larger two bedroom place. For them, the extra bedroom would give their adult children, two girls and a boy, the chance to visit their parents on weekends and holidays. The building arrangement gave each unit sufficient privacy, while keeping everyone close together in the event of an emergency. Despite their usual preference for privacy, even the two brothers, Tim and Josh, were quite satisfied with the layout.

It was late in the evening when Ben walked in the door, calling his greeting to his niece. He’d been out patrolling the western rangelands for the last three days, and was relieved to finally be home again.

“Hey, Little One,” he called out, “I’m home again. Any chance there’s something left to eat, I’m starved!”

Amy literally ran on winged feet to the back mud-room, anxious to be wrapped in the arms of the man she loved so dearly. As she rounded the corner, her eyes beheld her uncle, covered in trail grime.

“Freeze, right there, Mister!” she exclaimed. “Out of those filthy clothes, now! I’ve just spent the last three days cleaning this pig-sty from floor to ceiling, and wall to wall. You’re not coming in here looking like that!” Then, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she added, “Besides, I haven’t had a chance to see your gorgeous body in a month of Sundays.”

Ben glanced into the kitchen, then reached for the coat he’d just hung up.

“And where the hell do you think you’re going, Ben Calhoun?” Amy demanded.

“Home” Ben replied. “This place is too clean to be mine, so I must be in the wrong house” he teased. Amy punched his shoulder in mock indignation, then threw her arms around her uncle and kissed him deep, hard, and passionately. Ben’s lips were half-frozen from the cold Albertan winds, and Amy pulled back in reaction.

“Holy shit, Lover, you’re as cold as a witch’s tit! Get out of those clothes, and let’s get you into a hot shower, before you catch a cold. Or worse” Amy commanded. She helped unbutton Ben’s shirt as he kicked off his boots, and stood on each sock as he pulled them off. By the time he finished, Amy started to struggle with his belt, intending to reveal her uncle’s naked body to her lusting eyes.

“Good God, Girl” Ben admonished, “I’m not even in the door, and already you’re trying to ravish my poor body! Does this mean I’m gonna have to eat that pretty little pussy of yours for the next ten hours?”, and he followed his question with a chuckle, then kissed his niece’s soft and inviting lips gently.

“Promise? All ten hours? Non-stop?” Amy giggled to him, then began to push his naked body towards the bathroom. As soon as they were in the room, she turned on the water, making sure the temperature was just the right, then began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Umm, who said I was going to share the shower with you, ya little minx?” Ben teased.

“Like you have a choice?” Amy retorted as she finished undressing. “Besides, if I don’t wash you down, you’ll probably miss all the important places” she quipped as she shifted her gaze to Ben’s groin. They both laughed at her insinuation, then squeezed into the shower.

Ben had to admit that the warm water felt good on his cold skin, inducing the blood flow back into his stiff joints. As Amy began to lather his chest and stomach, he kissed the top of her head lovingly, then wrapped his arms around her shoulders, just as she encircled his manhood with her soft, delicate fingers. Soaping up the middle of her uncle’s body, she pressed her own body tightly against him.

“Well, at least there’s one place you aren’t half frozen” she commented, as she slowly stroked Ben’s shaft. It had been three long days since he’d felt her touch, and he slowly began to harden. Amy’s caress felt so damned good. Between her loving attentions, and the warmth of the water, it wouldn’t have taken a whole lot to convince Ben to just stand there and enjoy being pleasured. When Amy rinsed him off, then dropped to her knees in front of him, that was all it took for him to make up his mind.

Amy lightly kissed the tip of Ben’s semi-hard cock, then slid her lips down his shaft until she had his entire manhood captured. Sliding her tongue alternatingly around the ridge of his cockhead, then down the underside of his cock, she felt him harden fully in her mouth. Sucking lightly, she let him ease back out from her mouth until only his cockhead remained in her clutches, then she sucked him deep, until he tickled her tonsils. Again sliding him back so that only his head remained in her lip’s grasp, she sucked him back in, and swallowed his cockhead into her waiting throat, her esophageal muscles massaging their captured victim. Ben groaned as the pleasure of his niece’s ministrations washed over his senses.

“Oh God, Little One, that feels so good! You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, and the things you do to me. Dammit, but I love you!” Ben moaned to his niece. She let him slip out of her oral capture just long enough to reply to his comments.

“I’ll bet you didn’t miss me as much as I missed you, Lover. My poor pussy hasn’t been eaten for so long, I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to cum. I haven’t been filled up with your thick cock, either, and my cunt is just about ready to jump your bones right now. But first . . .” and she resumed pleasuring him.

As Amy’s rhythm slowly began to increase, Ben found himself surrendering to his niece more and more. While he would admit to being somewhat prejudiced, he swore there wasn’t another woman that could suck a man as well as she could. There was a warm glow in his heart. Of all the men on the planet, it was him that she loved, that she pleasured, and that she shared everything in their life with. His daydreaming was interrupted as he felt his balls begin to lift, filling his shaft with that steaming cream the Amy so loved to draw out of him.

“Little One? I’m gonna cum, Lover! Damn, but you feel so good! Take me! Suck the seed out of me!” and with that, Ben felt the pressure that had built up in his throbbing shaft push and drive his life-giving seed up his cock, out his hole, and down into Amy’s waiting belly. As his first rope streamed out of him, he felt her swallow his entire length deep into her throat, then hold him there, as her muscles milked and coaxed every bit of his cum-juice out. The explosion was so great that Ben had a hard time remaining standing. He leaned back against the shower wall to maintain his balance. By the time the euphoria had begun to subside, his cock had begun to soften. Amy held him inside her lips until he was once again flaccid, then let go her grip on him, held him in her hand, and licked him clean of any residue she might have missed.

Ben reached his hands out to his niece, offering them to her and pulling her up and against him, then held her tightly, never wanting her to be anywhere else. He kissed her deeply and passionately, the taste of his semen a light hint, as he engaged her tongue in a loving duel. In response, Amy captured her uncle by encircling her arms around his waist, hugging and squeezing him tightly to her, pressing her breasts into his chest. He could feel the hardness of her nipples as they poked and prodded against him.

“Girl, you’re one amazing woman, you know that?” Ben lovingly praised his niece. “A man spends days out on the range, and you make him feel like there’s nothing he can’t do just as soon as he gets home. How the hell do you do that? And how come I’m such a lucky son-of-a-bitch, having someone so special in my life?” Amy just smiled, then kissed her uncle softly before she answered his questions.

“Guess that’s because what goes around, comes around. You think I’d love you so damned much if you weren’t as special as you are? Your problem is that you have a niece that loves to show you how much she loves you. Now, if you’re asking me to change who I am . . . .”

“Nope,” Ben chuckled softly in her ear, “not in this lifetime, that’s for sure! Getting you to be something your not is like asking the sun to rise in the west! It’s easier to just love you the way you are . . . and more fun, too!” he pulled her a little tighter to him, seeking her soft pouty lips, and kissing her with all the love and warmth inside him.

Finally washed and warmed, the two got out of the shower before the water started to run cold. Ben grabbed the two towels Amy had brought in, wrapped one around her, then allowed her to do the same for him. He gently dried her body, pausing at each breast as he re-acquainted himself with her erect nipples and the soft pliability of her orbs. Amy moaned in delight at the attention, pressing herself against his hand in encouragement. Slowly sliding a hand down and over her belly, Ben began to dry Amy’s pussy, letting the terry-towel fabric drift lazily over her aroused clitoris. She groaned with anticipation of his touching of her most intimate place, and attacked his lips with her own, her tongue seeking and searching for his. Then she twisted and tangled with his, expressing her love and lust non-verbally. As the electrifying pleasure of Ben’s touch coursed through her clit, she broke their lip lock long enough to whisper in her uncle’s ear.

“No sense trying to dry me there, Lover. I’m way too horny for that, and there’s only one way you’re gonna dry it out. Make me cum” Amy growled softly and sensuously. Ben stood long enough to kiss Amy’s pouty lips, then chuckled lovingly at her comment.

“How about we give up early tonight, and I’ll have my usual ‘Breakfast In Bed’ before I go to sleep, instead of in the morning? Or I’ll just call it a ‘Midnight Snack’ instead” he whispered in her ear.

“Yeah, right. You’ll fall asleep before I even get into bed, and we both know it” Amy told him. “You’re exhausted, and a good night’s sleep would do you the world of good. As much as I want you, I can live one more night without making love. I’d rather have you healthy and rested than wear you out enough for you to come down with something. Nursing sick animals is one thing. Nursing a sick man is something else.” she swatted Ben’s butt lightly, and pushed him out the door, and down the hall.

Once in te bedroom, Amy undid Ben’s shirt, then tackled both the button on his pants and the zipper. It was something she’d had lots of practise doing, but usually for completely selfish reasons. Tonight, she worried that her uncle had let himself get over-tired, which was a sure way for him to come down with a cold, or worse. Finally getting him undressed, she pulled back the bed covers and ordered him into bed. Reluctantly, Ben obeyed. Amy was right; he was over-tired. As he collapsed on the bed, she pulled the covers up and over him, making sure he was tucked in, then kissed him long and hard. Despite his fatigue, Ben found himself being invaded by her probing tongue, as it sought his, tangling and entwining itself as she gained entrance. God, how he loved this young woman.

Breaking her sensual kiss, Amy ran her hand up the side of Ben’s head, softly running her fingers through his hair at the temple.