This story is a repost that I have been told has to go in the illustrated category. I wanted it in Erotic coupling but the 2nd and 3rd chapters have illustrations important to the story I believe.
Hope you all enjoy this story written by a tradesman rather than a scholar. To say I'm a little rough around the collar would be kind. This is all a work of fiction and none of the characters are taken from real life. The geographical points do exist but there is no such place as Bare Paw Ranch. No one in this story is under the age of eighteen or implied that they might be. Thanks again
Chapter One
I'm an engineer from a prestigious school in Colorado working in Kansas City for a major concrete supplier. I was raised in South Dakota on a farm. I worked in the main office with another alumnus engineer to design and solve structural problems. We had an assistant, a draftsman, only our draftsman was a girl six years younger than me, called Delores Ellen, DE (pronounced Dee) actually used the initials for her name and signed everything with that as her first name, but without using the periods. She was a very good-looking woman, more girl next door than model. She had a business degree from a small college in Kansas where she had played basketball on a tuition scholarship. She had taken drafting classes as her minor and later took some advanced classes.
I started dating DE and we were enjoyed each other's company on many nights. DE was five feet ten inches and had dark blonde hair that she usually kept in a ponytail. Her body was incredible; about one hundred thirty-five pounds and legs that went on forever. She would be classified as a hard body but everything felt perfect when you cuddled up with her naked body. Typical guy, I was always trying to talk her into going bra-less and of course to wear thongs or just go commando. DE preferred to wear sports bras (36C) and lady's boxer briefs. She preferred to lounge around her house or my apartment in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. I of course tried to talk her into modeling the suit she was born in.
DE and I got married the following year and lived at the farm which her and she sister KC (Katherine Claudia) owned. They had lost their father overseas in the army ten years or so earlier, and then lost their mother to cancer last year. KC was still attending a small college in Wichita but came home on weekends and stayed with us in the very large old farm house. DE and KC's only relative was an Uncle Joe, who lived in Colorado. I met him at the small wedding we had at DE's farm. He was a nice guy, in his seventies or so. He walked DE down the aisle at the wedding.
Like DE and KC, my sister, Kim, who is thirty-four years old (two years older than me), and I had lost our parents. We lost our parents in a small airplane crash. We were able to keep the farm our parents owned. Actually we leased out six hundred and forty acres with the water rights that went with it. We kept the eighty acres with the house and lived off the lease. The land was prime farming land and the eighty with the home was like a retreat with a small four-acre pond on it and some trees and waste ground that I grew up hunting and fishing on.
DE and KC were like Kim and me in that they wanted to keep the land if they could. I told them what we did with our farm. I was able to show them how to lease three hundred and twenty acres with water. They were able to separate the forty acres their house was on.
A couple of weeks after we were married, DE got a phone call from the Sheriff in Hinsdale County, Colorado. Joe's truck had been discovered in the buoy lines at the marina at Blue Mesa Reservoir; the Sheriff of Gunnison County had retrieved it from the water the day before. The Sheriff of Hinsdale County was at Joe's home and had found her phone number there. He said he had the difficult job of telling her that they found Joe's body in the truck when they pulled it from the water.
DE and KC were Joe's only relatives. He had all his paper work together and he was going to be cremated. All he asked was that the girls spread his ashes on his property. The urn with his ashes would be sent to the girls in Kansas. DE received a call from the woman who was handling Joe's estate. DE asked me to talk to her, and she informed me that Uncle Joe had a ranch by Lake City, Colorado which he had left to DE and KC. She wanted to meet with them there, show them the property and see if they wanted to sell it or what. I told her we would make plans and let her know when we might travel to see it. There were also some other things in thewill to go over, too. I wondered what that would be all about.
"DE, we need to schedule with KC a time to go to Colorado to have the will read."
Later, I heard her talking to her sister on the phone. KC had told her she could arrange to be gone Friday through Monday if that helped. We decided to leave on Thursday night and drive to Denver. I was so used to being around the two women, that we never even gave it a thought about getting separate rooms for the night. KC like DE usually slept in warm-ups, on the weekends. I would sleep in gym shorts and no top. I had an interesting thought about DE and KC sleeping naked with me; the way DE and I slept when it was just the two of us. KC was the mirror image of her sister except that she was four years younger. I had a feeling she might be a lot wilder.
We would head out early on Friday morning and meet Kelly, the lawyer handling the reading and execution of the will. We were scheduled to meet her in Gunnison at twelve for lunch and go to her office after that. The only thing we knew about the ranch and Uncle Joe, was that the ranch was called Bear Paw.
We met Kelly at the local restaurant there on time. She was a blonde woman about forty or so. She was tall like DE and KC, and athletic looking. Kelly looked to be incredibly tanned, making her very sexy. You could tell she was very outgoing and confident. You got the feeling that she was a very competent person as soon as you met her. I really liked her. She had known Uncle Joe personally. I gathered, as we talked, that she even knew him intimately. I was thinking how lucky Uncle Joe was, for she was probably twenty to thirty years younger than he.
At her office, she had the papers on her desk all ready for DE and KC to sign. DE was reading the last page where they sign the Deed of Trust, she pointed out there was a misspelling. In the legal description, there was all the section, range, etc, and at the very end it said AKA Bare Paw Ranch. "I believe there is a misspelling on the last page here, it says 'B-A-R-E' shouldn't that be 'B-E-A-R'?"
"You didn't know that Joe's ranch is a nudist retreat?"
DE was shaking her head from side to side. "I had no idea. KC, have you ever heard anything about it?"
KC was shaking her head as she replied. "No, this is news to me also. I did not know Uncle Joe even had a ranch. He always came to visit us in Kansas, I thought he lived in Gunnison and was an engineer there."
"I thought the same. I know our parents borrowed money from him sometimes rather than from the bank. It was all done legally and paid back, as far as I know from some of the old records I have read over." DE added.
"I'm sorry I did not tell you about the ranch before this. The ranch is now DE and KC's and it is free and clear. You can do anything you want with it. However your uncle asked that you keep it for one year before selling it. It isn't a condition of your inheritance though, so you can sell it or do anything with it. It is a guest ranch and has a list of clientele. It has all the working equipment of a regular ranch. It is six hundred and forty acres in a box canyon ten miles outside of Lake City in Hinsdale County. There are twenty-three horses, one hundred and forty-seven cows, and one goat living on the ranch that are currently yours. The last thing I must go over is the transfer of your late uncle's bank account to you with a receipt showing that all taxes and fees including mine, have been taken out. After everything is done and handled there is a total balance in the bank checking and savings accounts of $2,786,903.39."
