All characters in this story are over 18
I had been a rancher all of my life, and I had no plans to ever do anything else. My family had been ranchers going back at least seven generations. Once upon a time our little corner of Wyoming had been quant and quiet. I can still remember when there was nothing but a single stoplight and three stores in town. When I was a kid I knew everybody in town, and they knew me too. It wasn't until I was done with high school that the secret got out.
It all started when a big shot rich guy from Chicago decided to make his summer home in our little town. He bought the Jenkin's ranch, over thirty thousand acres. He started building a big gaudy monstrosity of a house almost immediately after moving in. Most of us in town thought, ok, now we have a crazy story to tell for the next few decades. We had no idea that the rich guy had friends, or that they would want to move here as well. Within a year of the first guy coming, six more properties were bought.
When a man in a fine suit came to our house, I thought my daddy would tell him to get lost. I was still young enough to not understand the value of money, but my daddy did. He sold 85 percent of our land to the man in the suit. He let us keep the house, and the surrounding hundred acres, which meant we still had enough land to do our ranching. When the man left, my dad turned to me with an expression I had never seen on his face before.
"You're gonna look after that man's ranch for him," my dad told me seriously.
"You mean our ranch," I corrected him in an angry tone, "how could you sell our land daddy? That land has been ours since before the old war."
"That rich fool just over paid for our land by nearly three times," my dad said, and he couldn't keep the smile off his face, "and besides, he's going to pay you a living wage for doing what you were doing anyway."
"And what if I don't want to work for some stuck up rich city fool," I said angrily, my mother and sister were both watching silently, not wanting to upset me or my father.
"I don't care what you want," daddy said seriously, and I knew there was no point in arguing, "you are going to work for that man whether you like it or not, and so is your sister."
"Me," Jenny said, sounding surprised, "what can I do?"
"You can help with their horses," daddy said, turning away from me, and clearly ending our debate, "he said that they're gonna have a full stable, and they'll need help."
Jenny didn't seem much happier than I was about our new arrangements. We hadn't signed up to work for people we didn't know, on our own land, but we knew better than to argue with our father once his mind was set.
About a month later, my dad got a call, and he sent me up the road, to meet with the new owners. I rode my horse out, and as I came up to the new house they had built, I saw two big moving trucks, and a fancy looking black car. The movers were easy to pick out, as they looked like me. Next to the car, there were two women, and the man in the suit who had bought the house. I rode over to them, and he noticed me coming.
"Well hi there," the man said in a thick Chicago accent, "you must be Jim."
"That's right," I nodded, "you must be Mr. Howard."
"That's right," he nodded back with a smile, "I hear you're going to be helping us with all this land." I just nodded, still not happy about them buying our land. "Great," he went on, "well, these are my girls," he said and pointed to the girls. "My wife Amy," he pointed to the older, "and my daughter Casey, visiting us from college for the summer."
They were both gorgeous, but in totally different ways. Amy was tall, and pretty, with an ungodly perfect body. She was tall, and thin, and clearly fit, but it was her tits that caught my eye. They didn't look like any tits I had ever seen. I knew about fake tits from the internet and movies, but I had never seen any before. I had no idea tits could be so big and not sag. They looked like two grapefruits stuffed into her shirt. I could tell she also had a nice ass, but I didn't want to get caught staring.
Casey was my age, and much prettier than anyone I knew. She was tall, and thin, and fit, like Amy. The big difference, was that where Amy had the body, Casey had the face. She also had nice tits, though they were real and normal sized, and she had a great ass at first glance. Her face was almost hard to look at. I had never seen anyone who took my breath away like she did. Her eyes were big and blue and beautiful. Her nose and cheeks and jawline all seemed to work in perfect harmony, making up the perfect face.
"Hello ladies," I said awkwardly, trying not to let on how hot I thought they both were. They both gave me a nonchalant wave of the hand, and went back to their phones. I figured they would treat me like a piece of furniture, and felt a little annoyed.
"Well, I trust you know what to do with the land then," Mr. Howard said with a laugh that irked me to my bones, "your father told me that you would be able to act as my foreman, is that correct?"
"Sure, whatever you need Mr. Howard," I said, holding my anger at bay.
"Good, well you go on and get started then," he said, "we'll be here moving in if you have any questions for me."
"Yes sir," I nodded, and then turned and rode off. I knew what needed to be done, and I had no intention of letting what I still thought of as my land go astray. I spent the rest of the day roaming the land, making sure they hadn't screwed anything up since they bought it. When the sun began to set, I road back to the big mansion, and saw that the movers had already gone. Casey was riding a big black horse in the corral, and I watched her go, taken by the way her long hair blew out behind her.
"Its Jim isn't it?" someone said, and I turned away from Casey to see her mom walking up next to me.
"That's right Mrs. Howard," I nodded, trying not to look at her giant tits, "I was just coming by to tell Mr. Howard that everything is looking good, and that I'll be back tomorrow at dawn."
