Almost nine hours after they started, Zoey finally spotted the miles of fencing surrounding her grandfather's property as they rounded the last turn in the road. She knew his ranch was one of the biggest in the state, and the fencing just seemed to go on for miles. Eventually, further on, they came to huge iron gates that parted in welcome as her mother pressed the entry code, the words 'WESTWIND RANCH' burned into the massive raised wooden beam that spanned the broad gate from side to side. The private road inside meandered for quite a ways before Zoey spotted the massive sprawling ranch house, her gaze taking in a number of outbuildings and barns surrounding it.
It had been years since Zoey had been here, and it didn't take long for her to remember how big and imposing the whole property was. 'Big and imposing', those same two words ran through her mind when she thought about her Grandpa Jack. She had the picture of a stern giant in her mind, and wondered if that image from her childhood would be borne true when she saw him today.
Zoey didn't have long to wait. Her mother swung the car around a massive redwood and there before them was the main entry courtyard to the house. She was surprised at the number of people she saw standing out front. It was obvious they'd been awaiting their arrival. They appeared to be all males, with the exception of her Grandma Rose, who stood next to her husband.
Zoey's eyes went immediately to Grandpa Jack, and how could they not? He was just as 'big and imposing' as she remembered, a veritable mountain of a man. As the car got closer, she got a good look at him. She wasn't sure how old he was, but he still looked like an iron god. Zoey figured he had to be close to six and a half feet tall, and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. He was wearing a checked work-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the shirt showing off his powerful arms. The shirt fit snugly across his barrel chest, and Zoey wondered if he took a deep breath if it would pop open. Beneath a wide western belt, he wore jeans that encased his tree-trunk like legs stoically, with a pair of old tan cowboy boots on his feet. A true cowboy through and through.
His face was ruggedly striking, with an iron jaw, pronounced cheekbones, deep-set blue eyes, and the tight weathered skin of a man who's spent his whole life outdoors. He had the same shock of wavy brunette hair that ran in the family, but his was cut short and graying at the temples. Zoey had never remembered him being this handsome, but there was no doubt about it now as she looked at him. He had that rugged powerful cowboy thing going to the point she couldn't take her eyes off him. She knew women would find him compellingly attractive, but she also thought he looked like a real 'man's man', as they say.
Just looking at him up close, Zoey felt her heart skip a beat and she had to take a breath to catch herself. At the same time, she felt that telltale moistness between her legs, just from looking at him. It shocked her, but she couldn't stop looking; there was something about him that was incredibly charismatic, as if all the other people around him were mere window dressing.
"Glad to see the two of you got here safe and sound," his big booming voice seemed to thunder in the air as he pulled open her mother's door once she'd stopped the car, the low masculine timbre of his voice sending a shiver of excitement tripping down Zoey's spine.
"Dad, it's so nice to be here," Zoey's mother said as he helped her out of the car. Zoey watched as he pulled his mother in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
As Zoey got out, he came around the car and approached her. She felt like a deer in the headlights as she looked up at him, those deep blue eyes seeming to penetrate into her soul.
"Zoey, welcome to Westwind Ranch, it's been a long time," her grandfather said as he all but swept her up, his massive form enveloping her as he pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek. She felt giddy by the closeness of his powerful male body, his warmth and comforting male scent setting her senses on fire. As he pulled her against him, her large breasts pressed against the muscular plates of his chest, and she almost swooned at how firm they were, his very being seeming on the verge of totally possessing her, just in that first hug.
"Th...thank you," she found herself barely able to gasp out as he stepped back and released her.
"Let me look at you," he said, his warm low voice comforting her more than she would have thought possible.
Zoey found herself blushing a bit as he looked her up and down, his eyes taking their time as she watched them rake over her substantial curves, lingering for longer than she would have thought proper for a grandfather to do over her sumptuous chest. It dawned on her that she was so nervous and caught unawares by his presence that she found herself breathing rapidly, her boobs heaving up and down as she fought to catch her breath and calm himself. She even glanced down quickly, noticing that her nipples had stiffened up and were thrusting against the front of her dress. No wonder he was looking.
"Well, you're certainly all grown up now," he said, those riveting blue eyes once more flicking to her breasts. "Just relax now, girl, you look as skittish as a filly that just got her legs under her for the first time."
"I...I'm fine, thank you," Zoey stuttered out as she tried to compose herself, although being near this huge man had her feeling as shaky as her grandfather had described. "It's just been a long drive. I'm a little tired."
"Well, don't worry, sweet thing, we won't work you too hard today," her grandfather said with smile and playful wink as he slipped his arm around her shoulder and turned to the rest of the assembled crew. "It's time to meet the others. I think it's been a while since you've seen all of them."
Her Grandma Rose hugged her next, and Zoey was reminded of how much all the women in the family looked like each other. Her grandmother's hair was the same rich chestnut color as Zoey and her mother had. Whether that was natural or courtesy of her hairdresser, Zoey couldn't tell, but it looked great on the older woman. She was an inch or two taller than Zoey, the same height as Zoey's mother. Her grandmother was a bit heavier than both Zoey and her mother, but she still bore the tell-tale curves with which all the Colton women had been blessed.
"So these are your uncles; Ted, Dan, and Rob," her grandmother said as she nodded in turn to the three men standing behind her.
Zoey could see the similarities in their bearing and features to both of her grandparents, and to her mother as well, although they were all rugged-looking men who she knew had grown up on this ranch. They were all around six feet tall and well-built, with broad shoulders and powerful physiques that she knew most men would envy. They weren't on the same magnificent scale as their father, but Zoey found them pretty impressive nonetheless.
"And this rabble behind them," her grandmother continued, "are all your cousins. Colton boys through and through."
Zoey looked over and nodded at her cousins, all boys, and all a bit older than her. As her mother had said, she was the baby of that generation at 18, and her cousin Anna would now be 20. She knew these boys ranged in age from about 21 to 27, give or take. She quickly counted, and there were eight of them; strapping young men who obviously took after their fathers, and their grandfather before them. They all had that cowboy thing going, wore plaid or denim work shirts and jeans and all of them wearing cowboy boots. Zoey could see that all eight of them were handsome boys, even if their attire wasn't quite what she was used to.
"C'mon, let's get you settled in," her grandfather said as he gave her a small pat on her bum before turning to the car and sweeping up their luggage like he was picking up a tissue from the floor.
Zoey fell in next to her mother as they moved towards the house. "Mom," she said casually, "how old is Grandpa?"
"He's 68 now."
"WOW!" Zoey couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice.
Her mother couldn't help but laugh. "I know, he could easily pass for someone quite younger."
"No kidding. I can't get over what good shape he's in."
Her mother waved her arm towards the horizon. "He says it's living in a place like this that keeps him young, and I have to say, I really miss being here too."
