CHAPTER FOUR
Zoey was standing beside Uncle Dan's truck, touching up her lipstick when the staccato-like whine of an engine broached the quiet country air. She looked up to see a man approaching at a pretty good clip on a four-wheeled All-Terrain-Vehicle, bounding over a slight rise as he came their way. He pulled to a stop next to the trucks and shut down the noisy vehicle before stepping off and nodding to Zoey as he walked up to her.
"How's your morning been?" her Uncle Ted asked, and Zoey was struck again by the resemblance the men in the family shared. It was hard to tell one from the other and she figured she'd feel different about that once she got to know them all better. But right now, Uncle Ted and Uncle Dan looked like two peas in a pod to her. Uncle Ted was maybe an inch or so taller, but they both shared the same tall, solidly-built frame as their father, but on a slightly smaller scale, but still way better than average, as far as Zoey was concerned.
"My morning's been okay," Zoey replied. "They've shown me a few things, but I think I've been able to handle everything okay so far."
"That's good," Uncle Ted said as he gave her a gentle pat on the arm before turning to address the three men working on the fence. "So, guys, is Zoey right? Is she doing okay with what you've asked her to do?"
"She's been a godsend," Drew called back.
"Yeah, it's too bad Dad asked for her to go and work with you guys this afternoon," Uncle Dan added. "I'd love for her to stay and help us out this afternoon as much as she's helped us this morning."
"Well, your loss, I guess," Uncle Ted chided playfully. "Hopefully she'll be able to do as much for the four of us as she has for the three of you."
"Oh, I think you'll find she's very helpful," Uncle Dan added before picking up a handful of nails and getting back to work.
"All right, little lady, let's go," Uncle Ted said as he led Zoey over to the ATV. "You ever been on one of these before?"
"No, I haven't," Zoey replied as she looked at the rugged little machine. There wasn't much to it, four big knobby all-terrain tires, the engine housing, and a decent-sized seat with the back part set a little higher for a second person to sit on. She figured that would allow the passenger to see clearly over the shoulder of the person driving. Behind the seat was a small platform at the back to strap something onto, but it was empty right now.
"The ride's a little rough," Uncle Ted said as he threw his leg over and straddled the machine, "but it'll get us from Point A to Point B on this ranch pretty good. Just climb aboard behind me."
Zoey stepped on a footrest at the side and grasped her uncle's shoulder as she threw her leg around behind him and sat down, noticing that with her legs spread like this, her little skirt had ridden well up on her thighs. If her uncle hadn't been sitting right in front of her, her panty-covered pussy would have been clearly in view. Her uncle fired up the machine and Zoey could feel the powerful throb of the engine coursing right through her, the vibrations through her bum making her pussy start to tingle. Uncle Ted hit the throttle and the surge of acceleration startled Zoey, causing her to quickly reach out and grab onto his arms.
"You'll learn quick you have to hold on tight when you're on one of these things," he called back over his shoulder. "Now, reach around my waist and kind of snuggle in right behind me. We've got a few bumps ahead and I don't want you to go flying off."
Zoey did as he asked, shifting even closer as she circled her arms around him. She felt her skirt getting pushed up even higher as her legs were forced to spread further apart, her panty-covered mound now pressed right up against his back.
"That's better," Uncle Ted said as he wriggled back slightly, one of the belt loops on his jeans rubbing against Zoey's protruding clit.
He speeded up again as Zoey held on tight, loving the feel of the hot country air whipping against her skin, her lustrous brunette locks flowing out behind her. They'd been cruising along for a few minutes before they hit a bump, causing Zoey to lose her grip for a second before instinctively grasping onto her uncle once more. She noticed that they'd both shifted a bit, and her hands had landed lower on his hips.
"That was a bad one," he called back to her again over his shoulder. "And there's probably a few more ahead." She felt him take one hand off the handlebars and take hold of her wrist. "Here, make sure you hold on real tight so that doesn't happen again."
He took her hand and moved it right down to the inside of his thigh, pressing her hand against the smooth denim of his jeans just below his crotch. He took her other hand and pressed it against his midsection, pulling her even closer against him and making sure she was holding on tight.
"There, that's better," he said as he reached down to her hand on the inside of his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze before bringing his own hand back to the handlebars. "You should be able to get a nice firm grip now."
Zoey was shocked when he'd placed her hand on his leg, but she couldn't resist the curiosity she was feeling as she encountered a warm protuberance beneath his jeans.
Oh my god, is that his cock?
she thought to herself as her fingers instinctively started to move along the pronounced bulge. Her fingers slid along his jeans and she felt a stirring beneath her fingertips, the bulge starting to grow.
"Oh, fuck me," she muttered under her breath as her hand kept going, finally reaching the end, her fingers cupping what she knew to be the bell-shaped cockhead. And boy, did it feel big to her. With her breath catching in her throat, she slowly rubbed her fingertips back along the stiffening shaft, feeling it getting harder and harder by the second.
"Here, let me help you with that, I want to make sure you have a good grip," her Uncle Ted threw back over his shoulder before he reached down and deftly undid his belt and zipper. Pushing the flaps of his jeans to the side, he took Zoey's exploring hand and shoved it right inside his pants.
"Oh fuck," Zoey groaned as her fingers encountered the broad thick root of his stiffening cock. He was going commando, like she'd noticed with Uncle Dan and her two cousins, with nothing between her little hand and his big mature cock. Zoey slid her hand further into his jeans as Uncle Ted drove on, her fingers circling the throbbing prick, loving the feel of the warmth of his crotch and the latent power of that big cock lurking beneath her fingers. Taking a good firm grasp, she drew it out, the long thick shaft coming out as she looked over his shoulder, her eyes opening wide as the engorged cockhead finally came into view, the shaft unfurling like a King Cobra, the big mushroom cap and wet red eye pointing skyward.
Zoey gasped as she saw it, her hand nowhere near to closing around the pulsing shaft. It was not as huge as her grandfather's, but pretty damn big, bigger than the three that had already fucked her today. Just staring at it as her hand slowly stroked up and down, she decided to try something. She reached forward with her other hand and wrapped that one around the throbbing prick as well. Even with one hand above the other, there was still plenty of gnarled veiny shaft and the blossoming cockhead left exposed. Just the sight of it took her breath away. With her hands locked firmly around her uncle's pulsing boner, Zoey slowly started to slide her hands up and down, her eyes gleaming as she saw a steady stream of precum start to ooze from the tip.
