Chapter 3

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?”

“Like a baby,” Liz replied. “I always sleep so much better here than at home.”

Zoey wasn’t surprised. She knew she always slept like a rock after getting thoroughly fucked, and her mother had just been fucked silly by the biggest cock Zoey had ever seen.

“That’s nice,” Zoey’s grandmother said. “Are you sure you have to drive back home right away? How about if you stay another night or two? You know how much your father likes it when you visit.”

Zoey almost spit out her mouthful of food when she heard that.

“Thanks, Mom, but I can’t. I have to go to work tomorrow. I just booked these two days off so I could drive Zoey here. If it’s okay, I just want to talk to Dad about a few things after breakfast before I head home.”

“That’s fine, sweetheart,” Grandpa Jack piped in. “I’ve got to take care of a few business matters first thing anyway, so we can talk in my office.”

“Okay, great. Oh Mom, by the way, I’ve already stripped the bed in the guest room and put the sheets in the laundry hamper.”

“Thanks, dear. I’ll take care of it after breakfast.”

From what she’d seen of those sheets, Zoey hoped her grandmother turned the setting to ‘Heavy Duty Load’, which was a good description of the load she saw leaking out of her mother’s bumhole all over those sheets.

“Grandpa,” Zoey looked up as one of her cousins from further down the table spoke. She couldn’t remember which of the eight he was, but figured she’d learn all their names soon enough. “Who’s Zoey going to be working with today?”

“I think we’ll start her off kind of easy this morning.” He turned to one of his sons. “Dan, you and your boys are working on that busted fence over by the ridge, right?”

“Yep. We started on it yesterday and it should take about another day or two to be done.”

“Okay, Zoey’ll work with you and the boys today. That’ll be a good start for her.”

The men all dug into their food while Zoey did her best, managing to get down about half of what was on her plate. A couple of the boys helped clean up and when Zoey rose from the table, she was stopped halfway as her grandfather took her arm.

“Zoey, I think your mother and grandmother told you that I’m a bit old-fashioned, and kind of particular about the way I expect women to look when they’re on the ranch. Well, maybe I’m wrong sometimes, but that’s just the way it is.” Zoey paused and glanced at her mother and grandmother, who were looking at her calmly as if her grandfather was explaining the simplest thing on earth. “Now, the ponytail is fine, especially since you’re going to be busy working this morning and it’s best not to let it get in the way, but, when you’re at home here tonight, I expect to see your hair down and framing that pretty face of yours.”

Zoey wasn’t sure what to say, but that didn’t seem like such a big deal. “Okay, Grandpa, I understand. I ... I’m just going to brush my teeth now, okay?”

“Good, that’s the spirit,” her grandfather said as he gave her a gentle pat on the arm. “Now, one other thing, after you brush your teeth, make sure you put on some lipstick. Women should always wear lipstick. And make sure it’s proper lipstick, nice and red, not any of that clear gloss stuff.”

Now this shocked Zoey and she glanced over at her mother, who nodded back at her. “I put a couple of tubes of lipstick in your toiletry bag, Zoey. You’ll find they’ll do the trick just fine.”

“Uh, okay. Thanks, Mom.” Zoey mumbled out as she made her way into her room, her head spinning. Wanting to keep on everybody’s good side, she figured it was best to do as she was told, at least for this first day when everything was so new. After she brushed her teeth, she found the two new lipsticks that her mother had mentioned. She spun them both out of the tubes to compare. Both were brilliant red in color. With a shrug of her shoulders she picked one and applied a waxy coating to her plump lips. She puckered up as she looked at herself in the mirror, thinking her bright red lips looked like an inviting location for a big cock to dump its load.

“Uncle Dan and the boys are waiting for you out in the courtyard,” Grandma Rose said as Zoey stepped back into the kitchen. Zoey noticed that the table was totally empty, her mother and grandfather gone along with everybody else.

“I just wanted to say goodbye to my mother before she leaves,” Zoey said. “Are they in Grandpa’s office?”

“Probably,” her grandmother replied as she kept doing the dishes. “You can take a look, but if the door’s closed, don’t disturb them. That’s one of your grandfather’s hard and fast rules.”

“Oh, okay,” Zoey replied as she stepped down the hallway. Her grandmother had been right; the door to the office was closed. Curious as to what was going on, Zoey quietly stepped closer, having noticed that the old-fashioned wooden door had one of those old locks in it that needed a skeleton key to operate. With a quick look over her shoulder to make sure her grandmother wasn’t watching her, Zoey quickly kneeled down and put her eye to the keyhole. Sure enough, it was as she’d suspected. Her grandfather was standing in front of his desk, with Zoey’s mother on her knees in front of him, her lips already wrapped around his huge thrusting cock. Zoey gulped as she watched her mother avidly bob her head, gobs of spit dangling from the underside of her grandfather’s enormous organ.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” she heard her grandfather say as he took his daughter’s head in his hands and started fucking her face. “Just a little more and you’ll get your reward.”

Zoey heard her mother give a low moan of approval as she continued to suck, her eyes closed in bliss as her head bobbed up and down.

“ZOEY, THE BOYS ARE WAITING.”

With her grandmother’s voice ringing down the hallway, Zoey scrambled to her feet and made her way outside, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. Earlier, Zoey had noticed a long bar of wood inside the house near the door with numerous pegs on it. It wasn’t hard to figure out this was a hat rack for the men. Whenever they were inside the house for dinner, the rack was full. She saw that it was empty on her way out, and her uncle and cousins were all wearing their cowboy hats, a necessity against the hot Nevada sun. She figured her grandparents had made them all take them off when she and her mother had arrived yesterday, putting on their ‘Sunday Best’ to greet a new arrival. There were two pick-up trucks in the courtyard, one a fair bit older than the other. The bed of the older truck was packed with planks of wood, posts, and a variety of tools.

“Zoey,” her Uncle Dan said, “You can ride out with Drew and Ryan today. I’ve gotta go and visit the boys’ mother for a bit this morning. I’ll be out to join you later.”

“Oh, okay,” Zoey replied as she turned towards her two cousins, the young men standing near the back of the older truck. They were definitely handsome, and had that same outdoorsy country thing going that they all seemed to have.

“Boys,” Uncle Dan continued, “you heard your grandfather. We’re supposed to put Zoey to work today.” He paused and nodded towards the supplies in the flatbed. “So, maybe you could start her off by helping you with some unloading when you get there.”

“Well, we always kind of split it up when we get there, so, who’s load should we get her to help with first, my load, or Ryan’s load?” Drew asked as he cocked his head at his brother, a grin on his face.

“Well, maybe she can help with both of your loads at the same time,” Uncle Dan said before turning to Zoey. “What do you think, Zoey, do you think you can handle two loads at once?”

Unsure what to do, Zoey meekly nodded. “Uh, sure, I guess I can try.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” Uncle Dan said as he slid his arm around her waist and walked with her to the side of the truck. “I’ll probably be bringing a few more things out when I join you. It would be good if you helped me with my load too. Okay?”

“Uh, sure. Okay.”

“Good. Now you three have a good day and, boys, don’t wear here out now, y’hear?” He gave Zoey a playful wink as he opened the passenger door to the truck.

“No problem, Dad,” Drew replied as he hopped in behind the wheel. “She might find it hard at first, but probably not once she gets used to it for little while. I’m pretty sure it won’t be so hard once she gets a feel for what she’s doing.”

“In you go, cuz,” Ryan added as he gestured for Zoey to climb in.

She did as she was told, taking her place in the middle of the two boys on the bench seat. Both boys were a good size, and she found herself without much room to spare. Drew put the car in gear and pulled away, heading down an old road that looked more like a cart-track than a real road. Zoey quickly found herself being jostled about on the uneven road.

“Your father said he was going to see your mother,” Zoey said. “Where does she live, are they divorced or something?”

“No, they’re not divorced,” Drew replied as he took a curve in the old road. “We live just a few miles away down the main road. Uncle Ted and Uncle Rob do too. All us boys are there a fair bit of the time but, at this time of the year, with so much to be done on the ranch, we all stay here.”

Ryan took over. “We all drop around home about once a week or so, but like Drew said, the Bunkhouse pretty much becomes our home for the summer.”

“Huh. My mother said Anna was out here for last summer?”

“Yes she was,” Drew said and Zoey noticed him share a quick look with his brother, quiet smiles on both of their faces.

“I met her a while back and she seemed to me like a city girl, through and through. How did she get by for the whole summer in a place like this?”

The boys looked at each other again for a few seconds before Drew finally answered. “Well, for one thing, she got hammered every night.”

“Hammered?!” Zoey exclaimed. “Really?”

“That’s right,” Ryan added. “She’d keep busy during the day but she loved getting hammered at night.”

“How ... how did she manage that?”

“Oh, she found a way,” Ryan continued with a shrug of his shoulders. “Trust me, when a girl loves getting hammered as much as Anna did, she’ll find a way.”

Zoey was just about to ask something more when the left front tire went through a deep rut, shaking the whole truck. She instinctively reached out for the dashboard to steady herself. At the same time, she felt Ryan’s hand grasp her knee, making sure she was safe.

“Whew, that was a bad one,” Drew said once he had the truck under control.

“You all right?” Ryan asked her, his hand still on her knee.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Zoey said, realizing the old truck didn’t have any seat belts.

“As long as you’re okay, that’s what counts,” Ryan said as he gave her knee a gentle squeeze.

“This old horse trail isn’t much of a road, but it’ll get us there okay,” Drew said as Zoey felt Ryan’s hand start to stroke her leg, his fingers running teasingly over the inside of her thigh just above her knee.

“Ummm, that’s okay,” Zoey said, looking down past the hem of her white skirt, Ryan’s big hand starting to make its way northward. “How ... how much further to where we’re going?”

“Just a bit further,” Ryan responded as he turned sideways, facing her now as he switched hands and put his right hand on her leg, his fingertips now just below the hem of her skirt. “You know, it was nice to have Anna here, but she’s nowhere near as pretty as you are.”

“Wha ... really?” Zoey was surprised at that, remembering Anna as a hot little number.

“You’ve definitely got her beat in the boob area, that’s for sure,” Drew said from her other side as he glanced over at her. “What do you think, Ryan?”

“Hmm, you might be right about that, brother. I’d better check.”

Zoey was shocked when Ryan boldly took his hand off her knee and ran it up the front of her body, cupping her breast. She looked down in surprise, unable to speak as he squeezed and hefted it.

“Oh yeah, far bigger, and a lot heavier.”

“Her legs look better too,” Drew added, nodding towards Zoey’s lap.

“I’d better check that out too.”

Ryan released Zoey’s breast and put his hand back on her leg, his long fingers wrapping around her exposed thigh before he started to slide it higher. Awestruck by what was happening to her, Zoey looked down as his hand slid beneath the hem of her skirt, so shocked that she didn’t even move.

“Oh yes, as soft as velvet,” Ryan said, his voice lower now. “Hey there, brother, give me a hand so I can give you a better opinion on that.”

“No problem,” Drew responded as he reached over and took Zoey’s other knee in his hand, pulling it over towards his leg.

Zoey gasped as Ryan drew back on her other leg at the same time, totally spreading her out.

“Oh yeah, that’s much better now,” Ryan said as he moved his fingers back under her skirt and slid them all the way up the inside of her full lush thighs, his fingertips finally brushing over her panty-covered mound.

“Definitely nicer than Anna.” Ryan rubbed his fingers over the lacy fabric of Zoey’s panties, one fingertip brushing over the erect bud of her clit at one point.

“Aaahh,” Zoey gasped out, unable to control the exciting sensations starting to course through her. She saw Ryan and Drew exchange a knowing glance when she’d gasped, and Drew slowed the truck and pulled to a stop at the side of the rugged trail. As soon as he did, Ryan slid his fingertips under the leg opening of her panties, running them over her dripping flesh.

“Hmm, yes, definitely nicer than Anna. Yes, she’s got a hot little hive here, all right. Hot and full of honey. Check it out, bro.”

“I don’t mind if I do,” Drew replied as he turned towards Zoey as well. With her legs spread wide apart, Zoey was breathing raggedly and her heart was beating like crazy as Drew slid his hand up her other leg, his hand slipping beneath the other side of her panties, both brothers’ fingers now working on her juicy cunt.

“Oh yes, this is a gooey little beehive, isn’t it?” Drew said as he leaned over, his face mere inches from Zoey’s. “So Zoey, have you ever heard of the term ‘kissin’ cousins’?”

“I ... I...” was all Zoey managed to stammer out.

“Well, you’re about to find out,” Drew said as he leaned closer and pressed his lips to hers.

Overwhelmed by the illicit act happening to her, Zoey felt herself swooning with arousal. She was quick to open her lips against her cousin’s probing tongue, her own tongue duelling with his as he kissed her hard.

“Mmm...” She couldn’t help the warm purr that emanated from her throat.

“Why don’t you check out those big tits of hers while I work on her pussy,” she heard Ryan say from the other side of her.

“I like a good plan,” Drew responded as he pulled back from the kiss for a second as he drew his hand from between Zoey’s spread legs. He held it up in front of Zoey, his fingers glistening with her creamy juices. “Oh my, we don’t want to get this all over that nice new blouse of yours, do we? Maybe you should clean this off for me.”

Zoey could only stare as he brought his shiny hand to her mouth. He slid one shiny fingertip in a circle around her lipstick-covered lips. Overcome with excitement, Zoey pursed her lips and slid them over his finger as he shoved it deeper, her tongue rolling around the invading digit.

“That’s the way, that’s a good girl,” Drew said as he slowly sawed his finger back and forth, loving the way Zoey’s lips moved in and out around his finger. Once that finger was clean, he slid each one into her mouth in turn. “Yes, that’s a hot little mouth you’ve got there, cuz, we’re going to have to check that out pretty soon.”

Once his hand was clean, he slid it down the front of her body as he moved in and kissed her again. His hand cupped and squeezed her breasts, at the same time as his brother was working a finger in and out of Zoey’s velvety love-pocket.

“Oh fuck, this is one hot pussy, brother,” Ryan said as he really went to work on Zoey, two fingers inside her now as he rubbed them over the soft folds of flesh on the roof of her vagina, just on the underside of her clit.

Zoey’s was on fire, and her backside started shifting restlessly on the seat as the boys toyed with her. Drew sat back slightly and reached right inside the deeply-scooped neck of her blouse, sliding his hand right inside her lacy bra cup and drawing out her breast.

“Oh fuck, Ryan, look at the size of that tit,” Drew exclaimed as he let go of Zoey’s breast, the huge mound settling naturally on her chest over top of her blouse, her thimble-sized nipple swollen and turned up, as if waiting for a suckling mouth.

“Jesus, they’re huge,” Ryan said as he pulled his hand out from between Zoey’s legs and reached across her. “Here, let me get the other one.”

Seconds later, his hand had Zoey’s other breast outside of her blouse and sitting beside its partner, her pair of mammoth guns spreading out across the whole breadth of her chest.

“Oh fuck me, have you ever seen such a huge set?” Ryan said as he slid his hands over them, his thumbs running teasingly over Zoey’s stiff nipples.

“They’re definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen,” Drew said as he lifted one breast and wrapped his lips around the nipple, sucking noisily.

“My turn for a kiss,” Ryan said as he moved in close and his lips met Zoey’s. While his brother was slaving over Zoey’s boobs, Ryan slid his hand back inside her panties as he kissed her.

“Mmm ... mmm...” Zoey mumbled into his mouth as her pleasure level rose and rose as the two boys worked her over.

While Drew moved his lips from one rubbery nipple to the other, and with two fingers rubbing teasingly inside her dripping trench, Ryan took his thumb and rolled it lightly over the swollen nodule of her clit. Zoey was so aroused, that single touch was like being zapped with a cattle prod.

“OH FUCKKKKK...,” she growled as her eyes rolled back in her head. She could feel herself twitching like crazy as she came, her whole body trembling and shaking, her backside bucking up against Ryan’s probing hand.

“Oh fuck, man, look at her come,” Ryan said as he kept his fingers sawing back and forth inside her juicy cunt. “That a girl, come good and hard for me.”

And that’s exactly what Zoey did. She continued to spasm and convulse as the boys worked her over, Drew sucking her tits while Ryan fingered her throbbing pussy relentlessly.

“She’s a gusher all right,” Ryan said as he looked down between Zoey’s spread legs, the beat-up vinyl of the bench seat glistening with drops of her sprayed juices.

Zoey’s head was thrown back against the seat and her hands were closed into fists as she came hard, the boys’ talented fingers and mouth sending wave after wave of euphoric pleasure through her. Finally, her climax started to wane. Her hands slowly opened as she breathed deep and started to recover. When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself alone. Turning to her right, she saw Ryan standing with the passenger door open.

“C’mon, cuz, out of the truck.”

“I ... thought we were going to the place where you had to fix the fence?”

Ryan gestured in front of the truck. “We’re here. With my fingers inside you, you were too busy to notice we’d arrived before Drew shut down the truck.”

Looking through the windshield, she could see the fence a short distance away, with some new posts and rails in place and gaps where repairs still needed to be done. She reached up to put her exposed breasts back inside her blouse.

Ryan immediately stuck the flat of his hand up towards her. “No, leave those just as they are. We ain’t done with you yet, cuz.”

With her mammoth breasts still hanging out, Zoey slid over on the seat as Ryan reached in to give her a hand out. Stepping down, she saw Drew reach into the bed of the truck and draw out an old blanket. She noticed the truck was parked at the edge of a small grove of birches, and Drew fluffed out the blanket and set it down in the dappled shade beneath the towering trees.

“It gets pretty hot in these parts once the sun starts a beatin’, so you’ll be more comfortable here,” he said as he gestured to the blanket.

“Comfortable?”

“Yeah, you heard our dad. You’re supposed to help us with our loads. We’ve got a couple of big ones for you right here.” She watched as both boys started to undo their jeans. Drew nodded towards the blanket. “So you just leave those big titties of yours out there for us to look at and get on that blanket on your knees. We’ll be able to tell our daddy that you helped us with our loads real good.”

Struck dumb by the bizarre situation, but still as aroused as she’d been moments ago, Zoey compliantly did as she was told, stepping over to the blanket and getting to her knees. As she faced them, the boys moved in close on each side, both of their cocks coming out of their flies. She was definitely impressed by the size and girth of both boys. Sure, they weren’t in the same league as their grandfather, but they were definitely just as big as the biggest boys she’d been with at her school. She found herself salivating just looking at the stiffening pricks as they came closer, the boys’ hands stroking slowly back and forth along their growing members.