Ranchland – (The real) Chapter 3

My apologies for mis-posting the first Chapter 3. I’m gonna have to quit doing that in the wee hours of the morning. To make up for that fuck-up, I’m working on a fourth chapter, which I’ll post as soon as I can.
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Ranchland – (The real) Chapter 3

It was late in the afternoon when Ben and Amy arrived back at the Ranchland house. Amy had applied more of the anti-itch cream that had given Ben some relief, and combined with many cool baths to reduce the heat in his burned skin, his sunburn turned to become the dry and peeling skin of recovery. Amy chuckled as she watched her uncle scratching at the itchy skin that flaked from his pubic hair and nut sac. His cock seemed to escape the tortures of shedding skin
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Quite regularly, she had been awakened in the morning just before Ben’s licking of her cunt drove her to a mind-numbing climax. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, their unofficial sucking and licking contest scores were almost a tie, with Ben maybe having a slight lead.

Ben had been sleeping alone in his bed for the last four nights, and while he appreciated Amy’s reasons for letting him have the whole bed to himself in an attempt to not irritate his burned skin, he found himself waking throughout the night as he searched for his niece’s soft body beside his own. It always felt like something was missing, and he had a hard time getting back to sleep.

Amy, too, missed her uncle’s strong body next to her in the night. So it was with a sense of confusion that she woke around two o’clock in the morning to feel something heavy laying behind her. Flipping over to see what had invaded her double bed, she was both thrilled and concerned to find her Uncle Ben laying on top of the bed covers.

“Uncle Ben?” she inquired sleepily. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Mmm? Nothing, Little One,” Ben answered her inquiry with a groggy voice, “I just missed you. I woke up, and you weren’t there, and I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I came in here, to be near you again. Should I go?”

“Yeah . . . no . . . I mean . . . oh hell! I miss you too, but this bed isn’t quite big enough for both of us. How about we both go back to your bed?” she suggested, and they moved to Ben’s bed, curled against each other, and enjoyed the best sleep either one had gotten in days.

Both Ben and Amy were becoming anxious to consolidate both the Ranchland operation and Amy’s interests in Montana. It took almost a week to make arrangements to move a part of her herd to Ranchland, then list the property with a local Montana agent. Ben had agreed that Amy should take his pickup and trailer, drive down to the old ranch, and bring back whatever she wanted to keep. With a list of items in her mind, Amy contacted some of the resell dealerships to dispose of the rest. Then she was off, hoping to be back at Ranchland within two weeks.

For Ben, the days passed slowly, he found it a struggle to maintain his enthusiasm with his niece not there. By the same token, Amy worried about her uncle, even though she was well aware that he had been living on his own since she was a little girl, and was quite capable of looking after himself. The effects of his rather unfortunate sunburn had cleared up, leaving no noticeable side effects. She’d even managed to suck him off once or twice more in a day that he had eaten her pussy. But there’d also been days when she’d been eaten more than he’d been sucked. While she was away in Montana, she really missed their loving and sexual escapades.

At the end of the first week, Amy had listed the old ranch, and the agent was very enthusiastic about finding someone to make a reasonable offer, preferably while she was still in the state. Sorting out furniture, memorabilia, and personal effects took her more than just a few days, and delivering those items she wanted to sell off kept her busy, running between various resale dealers. It was in the evening of her ninth day back that the phone rang, and she wearily answered it. The voice on the other end was Ben, which perked her spirits up significantly.

“Hello?” she spoke into the phone.

“Hi, Little One. Thought I’d give you a call to see how you’re doing” Ben’s voice roamed over the many miles that separated them. “How’s it going down there?”

“Uncle Ben! God, but it’s good to hear you! Don’t tell me you’ve been riding the range again, and got another burn?” Amy teased her uncle.

“Well, yeah, I have. Been riding the range, I mean. But this time, I burned my ass instead of my belly!” he quipped back at her.

“Asshole! I’m gonna come back to a crispy critter, am I? Geez, a girl takes a couple of days off, and everything there goes to hell and back! What am I going to do with you, Old Man? Sounds like I’d better get things tied up here real quick, so’s I can get back and babysit my favourite uncle!”

“Old Man? Who’re you calling ‘Old’?” Ben replied. “I can keep up with you any day, and you know it! We’ve already figured out that I can eat that delicious pussy of yours as often as you can suck my cock off, if not more! Not bad, for an Old Geezer, I’d say” Ben joked lightly. There was a short pause, then Ben continued. “How long before you’ll be home again, Little One? It’s getting kind of quiet around here, and I need someone to help me take care of this huge and empty ranch house.”

“I should be home by this time next week, I hope” Amy informed him. “About all I nave left to do is get a quarter of my herd loaded and out of here, then make arrangements for someone to load the rest of it after I’ve gone. The real estate guy thinks he might have an offer coming in, and I’d like to be around here if it does. Why? What’s the matter, you getting lonely on me?” Amy answered.

“Well, if the truth be known, Little One,” Ben continued, “it actually is a little lonely around here. No, not quite true. It’s a lot lonely. Damn it. Girl, but I miss you! Cooking for one is boring, and sleeping alone in that huge bed just doesn’t cut it. I’m not quite sure what’s come over me, yet. Ya think maybe I’ve been love-struck by a certain young lady, or something?”

“You? Love-struck? Sounds like one of those rare diseases that makes the rounds, to me. I’m wondering if it’s something I gave you” Amy teased with a soft giggle to her tone. “You’ll have to get Doc Smith to look at you, and make notes of what she says. I think I’m coming down with it, too. Just don’t tell her about our sunburns, or we’ll never hear the end of it!” Amy’s loving voice answered her uncle.

“Nah, I’ll keep that one to myself. Besides, Doc Smith wouldn’t believe it anyways! But I’m looking forward to you coming home again. Never thought I’d feel like this, but you’ve resurrected something in me that I haven’t felt for a long, long time. Now that I feel it again, I’m in no hurry to let it go. Can you believe that?” Ben confessed.

“Umm, yeah, I can, Ben. Like I said, I think I’ve got the same problem. Just as soon as I can get out of here, I’ll be rushing back to those strong and loving arms of yours . . . among other things. Think you can wait that long?” The warmth and love in Amy’s voice transcended the miles without losing one degree of sincerity.

“Can I wait? Does Toronto still have a stampede every year? Dumb question! But do me a favour? Call me as soon as you’re about to leave? This place looks like a rogue Chinook wind blew through it, and if my niece comes home to this disaster, sunburned balls will be the least of my worries!” Ben chided
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“Yeah, I’ll call you as soon as I get everything taken care of, Uncle Ben. Just look after my favourite uncle for me? Please? I love him a lot, ya know.” Amy could hear Ben’s longing for her, and her own need and desires for him welled up in her heart.

“Funniest thing, that you love your uncle, and all” Ben replied softly, “because the way I hear it, he loves you, too. He sure is missing his niece, so you’d better get home as soon as you can, before he does something really stupid! Know what I mean?”

“Sure do. Not too worried about him, but miss him something terrible” Amy cooed. “I love you, Ben. I’d better go, though, because it looks like tomorrow’s gonna be a busy one. The sooner I get all this crap taken care of, the sooner we can be together again.

They said their good-byes, and Amy sat back and contemplated her new life with her uncle. Moving that far meant that she’d be leaving the home she’d always known for good, but with her parents now dead, there wasn’t much left for her. Maybe starting all over again really was the best thing she could do.

Ben spent the next several days taking care of the ranch, shifting the herd from one pasture to another, and cleaning up the ranch house before his niece got back. Most of the chores were routine, and it gave him time to think about the change of direction his life was taking him. Having a niece was new to him; falling in love with her felt wonderful. The fact that the love was reciprocal made it even better.

It was late morning at the end of Amy’s two week trip that the phone rang in the Ranchland house, and Ben almost dived for the receiver, he had anticipated Amy’s call so much.

“Hello?” Ben spoke into the phone.

“Hi, Meat-Ball! Bet you can’t guess who this is?” Amy greeted him.

“Umm, sounds like the Wicked Witch of the West! Am I close?” Ben teased.

“Nice try, though! How’s my favourite uncle?” Amy inquired.

“Lonely, horny, and missing his niece” Ben answered. “Where the hell are you, anyway?”

“Just clearing Customs at Milk River. Took me a bit to get the horses through, but I should be out of here by noon. How long is it from here to Ranchland, roughly?” Amy wanted to know.

“Sounds like about five hours and a bit, if you take highway twenty-three at Monarch, then go west on the Granum road. That’ll save you about twenty minutes as opposed to the Fort MacLeod way. Goiung around Calgary and out to Bragg Creek saves another half hour, if you can beat the afternoon traffic. Tell ya what; call me when you come through Cochrane, and I’ll have supper waiting when you get here” Ben told her.
“Thanks, Uncle Ben, but what I have in mind tastes better than supper! It’s all I’ve been able to think of since I left Grasslands! My panties are so fucking wet, they’re sticking to my pussy!” Amy growled lustfully.

“Oh really? You think I’ve been standing around with perfectly dry shorts? I gotta watch out, or my cockhead might glue itself to them! Amy, I want you to drive real safe coming home, but I still want to feel you in my arms as soon as you can” Ben replied. “Oh, and in case I forgot to mention it, I love you, Little One” he added.

“Love you too, Ben. See you as soon as I can. Bye.”

All after noon, all Ben could think of was having his niece home again. He drifted through is chores, and his concentration just wasn’t I them.