CHAPTER THREE
A light tap at Zoey's door roused her. She propped herself up on her elbows as her grandmother strode into the room.
"Good morning, sleepyhead, rise and shine," the older woman said as she went to the window and drew back the curtains.
Zoey could see a mere whisper of light beyond the outline of the mountains in the distance. "What...what time is it, Grandma?"
"It's time for you to be up and about, that's what time it is. Like your grandfather said, our day starts early around these parts, and you'd best get used to it. Now, everybody gets showered and dressed before breakfast and you're to do the same. You're part of us now. So, you go on in and get cleaned up and I'll set out your clothes for today."
"But, the...the drawers..." Zoey said as she pointed to the dresser.
"Don't you worry, when you come out of the bathroom I'll have something laid out for you to wear today, and then all those locks will be open by dinnertime. Now you scoot, young lady. As we like to say, 'daylight's a burnin'."
Zoey threw back the covers and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she made her way to the bathroom, thinking to herself that no reasonable person should be up and about at this ungodly hour. Having showered and gotten ready as best as she could, she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. Her grandmother wasn't in her room but Zoey could see that she had made her bed up for her and laid out some clothes on top of it.
Curious as could be, Zoey stepped over and took a look. The first thing she saw was a white denim skirt that she could tell would end at about mid-thigh, basically like something she would pick out for herself. The second item was something totally different from anything she had in her closet at home. It was a light-colored sleeveless calico blouse, somewhat similar to the dress her mother had made her wear yesterday. But she was surprised to see that this blouse had quite a deeply-scooped neckline, with tiny ruffles around the edge of the opening that looked cute and girly. Again, quite a change from the things that made up her current wardrobe. The last item was a metal belt, something that looked very Mexican, made up of a number of intricately-engraved oval belt buckles. The metal was a coppery color, and looked very authentic. It seemed to Zoey to fit in just right with the whole southwest motif of the ranch, and this pseudo-cowgirl outfit her grandmother had laid out for her. Tucked under the edge of the bed were a pair of low tan cowboy boots, and Zoey could see they were brand new.
Having checked out the main items of clothing, Zoey's eyes moved to the side as she spotted the underwear her grandmother had set out for her to wear. She almost gasped at how feminine the lacy white garments were. Not something she had been expecting at all. She reached first for the folded brand-new bra, picking it up and holding it open in front of her. She could feel the underwire stitched into the material, just like her bras at home. She knew by this age that any bra she wore needed that structural support to carry the weight of her big tits. The laciness of the bra cups made her smile. It was definitely a very nice bra, very feminine and incredibly sexy, and something totally unexpected. She took hold of one of the straps and turned it over, checking the size. It was a 34E, her size exactly. Her mother had said that she'd given her grandparents all her sizes, and the evidence was right there before her.
Setting the bra down, she picked up the matching panties next. She gasped at how tiny and sexy they were. They were made up of two miniscule triangles to cover her front and back, with a tiny ribbon-like waistband that looked like it would sit scandalously high on her broad hips. Again she was delighted because these panties were sexier than any that she owned at home.
Feeling better about everything, and anxious to feel the sexy underwear next to her skin, Zoey started getting dressed. The panties came first, and she was right, the two panels barely covered her, the one at the back leaving over half of her bum exposed, and the panel at the front cut scintillatingly low to barely cover her mons. She was right about the ribbon-like waistband; it fit perfectly high over her broad flared hips and she gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. The panties were killer, all on their own.
The matching bra looked just as fantastic once she tried it on, her large boobs fitting perfectly in the structured lace bra cups. The underwire pushed her breasts together and up spectacularly, making her boobs look even bigger than they were. She ran her hand along the edge of the lacy cups as she looked at herself in the mirror, loving the feel of the soft fabric against her skin.
If only the boys in my class could see me now,
Zoey thought to herself,
there'd be a lot of hard cocks for me to play with.
She heard people stirring beyond her door and figured she'd better not linger any longer. She pulled on the little white skirt next, and then the calico blouse, wiggling it into place as it fit snugly over her breasts before smoothing the rest down over her skirt. She scooped up the belt and tried it on. It was the perfect added touch for the outfit as it settled on her wide hips, with the hem of the calico top ending partway down her skirt. She slipped her feet into the cowboy boots and they fit perfectly. When she looked at herself in the mirror, Zoey couldn't help but smile. Everything, right down to her new underwear, fit like it was made for her, and looked incredibly sexy, in a wholesome 'country girl' kind of way. She thought that if this was the type of outfit she was expected to wear at the ranch, things might not be so bad after all.
Before she left her room and, realizing there was no way out of doing whatever work was expected of her, she pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail and secured it with a scrunchie, ready to face whatever was coming her way.
"Well, good morning, sunshine," her grandfather said with a smile as he patted the chair next to him. "Yes, you certainly look good this morning."
Zoey couldn't help but notice the way he looked her up and down, as if he was appraising a breeding mare at auction. Just that look from him made her shiver, but it was a shiver of arousal, not apprehension. "Thank you," she replied as she took her seat. "These clothes you and Grandma Rose got for me are very nice. Thank you for that."
"I'm glad you like them, dear," he replied as he patted her knee and gave it a little squeeze before pulling his hand away. "We've got a few other things for you already as well, but we'll go into town in the next couple of days and get everything you'll need."
"Thank you, that's very generous."
"Not all, we're happy to have you here." Her grandfather reached over and stroked her arm, the side of his hand noticeably pressing against the side of her sizable breast as he did so. Again, just that little touch had Zoey tingling.
The uncles and cousins were already digging into their breakfast when Grandma Rose stuck a plate of food in front of Zoey. She looked down at a plate loaded with pancakes, two eggs, numerous strips of bacon, and fried potatoes. It looked to Zoey like more food than she usually ate in a week. "Umm, Grandma, I...I don't usually eat this much for breakfast. Could I just have some fruit?"
"You can have fruit for a snack," her grandfather interrupted. "When you're working on the ranch, you're going to need a lot of fuel to get you through the day. Trust me on that. Now, eat what you can and I don't want any arguments."
Zoey could tell from her grandfather's stern tone that this was another battle she wasn't going to win. She picked up her fork and reluctantly dug in.
"Good morning, all."
Zoey's mother's voice made her turn. Liz Colton was coming down the hall, wearing a faded denim miniskirt and a yellow blouse that hugged her curvy mature body. Her hair and makeup were done and she looked fresh as a daisy. She had a broad contented smile on her face and, to Zoey, she seemed to be almost glowing as she casually sauntered over to the table and took her place next to her daughter. After what she'd seen last night, Zoey would have thought her mother would barely be able to walk.
"Good morning, Liz," Grandma Rose said. "Did you sleep well?"
