Dakota bounced down the steps and swung into the kitchen in one fast movement, making her mother, Melinda, frown as she swung around the corner. Her youngest daughter had returned home from college for the holiday, and she was already back to being her country self. Dressed in a pair of loose jean shorts and a tank top. Her long dark hair was flowing freely down her back, though her daughter had a hair tie wrapped around her wrist. Melinda frowned and reminded his daughter. 

“Don’t forget to put on more clothes if you’re going to town. You’re too old now to be dressing like a child anymore.” 

“Mom, find me a child with boobs like mine, and I’ll dress however you want,” Dakota teased back as she grabbed some toast from the table and spread some jam across it. “And I don’t plan to go to town. I’m taking the day off and going riding. Stormy hasn’t been out in months, and we’re both in need of some exercise. Dad mentioned the outer pastures need a check, so we’ll probably head out there and run the fenceline.”

“Hmm, that’s good. I had your brothers lunge at her a few times while you were gone, but she’s probably gotten bored hanging around. After this, we’ll probably release her out to the ridges with the rest of the herd since you’ll be in classes.” 

“Yeah, as much as I hate the idea of not having her close by, she’ll be happier running around free rather than being stuck in a stall,” Dakota agreed with a nod. 

“Grab a bag. I packed lunch for your brothers. I can just put together another one now, so you take theirs.”

“Thanks, Mum," Dakota said, blowing her a kiss as she grabbed the pack, pulled on her boots, and headed out the door. She jumped down the front steps and took in a long, deep breath of the fresh air. Her dad’s old hound dog wagged its tail at her from the porch but didn’t bother to move. She patted his head as she passed by and ran down to the stables. Halfway there, she ran into her father coming out of the cattle barn. 

”Going riding?” he asked as he pushed a cart in front of him.

“Yup, figured I’d hit the outer pastures for you and work out Stormy at the same time.”

“Hm, good. The Larsen twins are here stacking hay; try not to get in their way.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll keep clear,” Dakota said as her heart started beating a little faster. The Larsen twins were a few years older than her and worked on their family ranch. Where her family raised cattle and horses, they kept most of their pastures for hay production and sold it to people like her dad. And the Larsen twins, while not identical, were both amazing to look at. Dakota let a smile play on her face as she bounded towards the stables. The brothers were built like athletes and could lift a 100 lb hay bale like it was nothing. One dark-haired, the other blonde, she’d crushed on them both for most of her childhood. 

Soon she reached the barn, but to her disappointment, neither of the brothers was to be seen. With a sigh, she headed to Stormy’s stall, led the quarter horse out, and placed her between the ties. Taking out her grooming equipment, she quickly and efficiently worked over her mare. Talking to her the entire time about school and how much she’d missed her and what they were going to do today. Stormy, a well-trained cattle-working horse, stood quietly in the ties with an occasional flicker of her ear to indicate she was listening to the noise her owner was making. 

Once she was fully groomed, Dakota slipped her leather bridle over her head and looped the reins around her neck and then grabbed the heavy western saddle and blanket to toss on Stormy’s back. Fighting with the weight, she grunted as she pushed the saddle into the air across Stormy’s back. Her voice caught in her throat as an arm wrapped around her and caught the saddle and gently set it into place. Glancing over her shoulder, she found the dark-haired Larsen twin, West, enclosing her between his two arms as he adjusted the saddle. 

“I didn’t know you were back,” West murmured, leaning close to her ear as he pressed her body closer to Stormy’s side. His hands moved casually around her, grabbing the leather straps and securing the saddle to Stormy’s back. As though Dakota wasn’t standing between him and the saddle and he wasn’t rubbing his body against hers. 

“Got home last night,” Dakota said breathlessly as she felt his hard body against her soft one. West smiled at her voice and slowly ran one of the leather straps up her bare leg as he connected it to its adjoining piece. 

“Barely home and already ready to be ridden,” West whispered, his other hand sliding across her stomach and petting her gently. 

“West, what are you doing?” Dakota started to ask, but as she finished the question, the farmhand’s mouth found hers, and he kissed her playfully, his hands stroking her hips and legs as he pressed against her. 

“Mmm… West,” Dakota moaned into his mouth, and his hands came up and cupped her breasts and squeezed teasingly. 

“I missed you, Kota,” West said quietly as he played with her breasts and gave a series of small kisses along her neck. “Look at you all growed up now, like a peach ready to be plucked and eaten,” he growled, nibbling on her skin. 

Dakota groaned at his touch, and her mind went a million miles a minute as it tried to come up with a reasonable explanation of what was happening to her. But every stroke of his hands, every lick and bite from his mouth, made it harder for her to concentrate. 

“Been waiting four years, baby girl,” West said, his voice dark as he ground his hips against her ass. “All this time wanting to do this to you, just waiting for you to turn 18,” he growled. “And then you ran straight off to college, and I missed my chance.” As though angry at himself and her, he pressed himself hard against her body, grinding his hips on her. His mouth bit sharp little bites on her neck, and his fingers teasingly pinched her nipples. 

“I didn’t know,” she whimpered slightly as the pain mixed with her pleasure.

"Of course you didn't; your daddy would have strung me up if he found out I was fixating on his daughter. All those jokes and teases tossed at you all these years. Just me wanting to press myself inside you and make you mine," West answered, his mouth seeking hers again. His tongue teased open her mouth, and he slid his tongue inside and tasted her. Her moan whimpered out, and he slid his hands down and unbuckled her belt and jeans. Sucking on her tongue, he unzipped her jeans and, with a jerk, pulled them and her panties off. 

Dakota jerked in surprise and tried to escape his grip, but he had his arms wrapped around her again and pressed against Storm’s saddle. 

“Easy, sweet girl; don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

A bit of confusion filled her mind. When had she agreed to have sex with him? Had she agreed? Everything seemed to be moving so quickly. She stared a bit confused as he lifted her hands to the saddle's pommel and had her hold on. She could see the teasing smirk on his face as he wrapped the reins around her hands, tying her to the saddle. One of his hands slid under her shirt and began to play with her breasts, and the other slid between her legs and stroked her sex. 

“West, wait, we probably shouldn’t…” A deep groan interrupted her voice as he slipped his fingers inside her pussy and plunged them deep inside.

“So wet for me already and still so tight,” West murmured as his fingers worked their way in and out of her, and she made groaning and moaning noises as her body adjusted. 

Dakota’s moans grew louder as West teased her body, his fingers pleasuring her pussy and his thumb rubbing soft circles around her clit. She grew wetter as his other hand worked her breasts until they were both hard and tight at his touch. His mouth explored her neck and bit her whenever it seemed like the pleasure was cresting. 

“Hmm, tell me you want this baby girl. Tell me you don’t want me to stop.” West whispered in her ear as he bit the lobe teasingly. 

“Don’t,” Dakota whimpered out, and before she could think it through, she repeated him: “Don’t stop.”

“That’s my good girl,” West said, a huge smile spreading across his face as he took his hands out of her pussy and pressed her against the saddle. She whimpered in protest at his sudden stop. But he held up one of the reins and slid it into her mouth. She looked at him, confused. “Bite down on this for me, baby girl.” Following his advice, she bit the leather and then realized why when his hand spread her wide and his thick cock thrust into her pussy from behind. Her scream was muffled by the leather, and her teeth ached as she bit hard to keep the noises contained. Especially when his hips started to thrust deeper inside her, pressing his cock deeper in. Every thrust is a small scream, every rest a pause to breathe, then a sharp thrust. Soon, he was firmly seated inside her, his balls pressed against her. 

“That's my good girl, taking me all in like that. You’re so tight, baby. Is this your first time?” 

Dakota nodded her head, shocked that she’d lost her virginity pressed to the side of her horse in the barn. West groaned at her words, and his hips ground against her, his dick pulsing inside her.

“Oh, Kota, I’m so glad you waited for me. I was so worried one of those college boys was gonna ride this pretty girl of mine.”

Dakota groaned behind her leather gag and shook her head as though in denial. It wasn’t that she was waiting for him, and she’d had offers in college. It was that she wanted to give her first time to her true love. Not just some random date or college dude. But now it was too late; he was inside her, and as he started to move, her body and mind were completely on board with enjoying the ride. 

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m going to make you feel so good your first time. You’re gonna cum all over my cock when I’m worshipping your body.” West murmured his praise in her ear as he pressed against her, his hand hard on her hips, thrusting inside her. 

Dakota wasn’t concerned about any pain, as her hymen had been broken through repeated horseback riding long ago. As long as he wasn’t cruel, she shouldn’t be hurt by him inside her, and so far it was proving correct. He felt good; each thrust pushed in and touched her cervix, which made her feel particularly excited. 

His hips rocked him into her over and over again, and his body ground against a perfect spot deep inside her, building the pressure on her pleasure. She kept the rein in her mouth, though she could have easily spit it out, but the taste of leather and the fact that she was worried her dad might hear her moaning kept her biting tightly.

As he felt her starting to grow tighter around his cock, he pressed deeper inside her and freed up one hand to slide it around and play with her clit. Dakota moaned, and her hips twitched, and she smacked against the saddle in her eagerness to follow her pleasure. Stormy shifted slightly and tilted her head, looking at the two of them in a confused yet bored fashion before calmly turning away.

West groaned as he found his own pleasure building, but he wanted to push Dakota into her climax first. He focused on her until he felt her cry out and her whole body tense and jerk in his arms. Her muffled cries sent him over the edge, and he pushed deep inside her and came. His cum spread through her body, and as she orgasmed, her cervix did its job and pulled all his seed deep inside her womb. 

West felt his cock pulsing, jet after jet of cum deep inside her, and his body grew even more excited. He was coating her in his seed. If he were lucky, it would take, and she would bear a sweet child for him. His cock tightened as the thought of her being pregnant made him thrust harder as he came. He knew he’d overwhelmed the young girl, and she hadn’t had a chance to think about how he was raw inside her. He could only hope she wasn’t on birth control either. He wouldn’t say anything; he didn’t want her to think about picking up Plan B or something that might stop her pregnancy. Plus, he fully planned to occupy her mind during her whole stay with more sex. He was even set to work on their farm for the next week, so he’d have plenty of time to pull her away and keep playing with her. 

Pressing his lips to her forehead, he kissed her multiple times and praised her softly as her body grew limp in his grasp. Slowly, the piece of leather fell from her mouth, and she looked at him with soft, wet eyes. He smiled at her and leaned over and kissed her deeply, letting their tongues glide together. 

Dakota let out a soft sigh and managed to find her feet as West stepped back and let his cock slide out of her. Unwrapping her hands, he helped her balance. Tucking himself back into his pants without much care, he kindly grabbed a clean towel from the grooming kit and wiped her clean. He slid her back into her panties and shorts and was buckling her belt when she finally spoke.

“How am I supposed to go for a long ride now?” she muttered as she looked at Stormy still patiently waiting to be set loose. 

West gave a long, low chuckle and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.

“I’ll tack up Hurricane, and we’ll go out together,” he said, leaning down to kiss her again. “The outer pastures have some excellent spots for privacy,” he murmured as he ran his hands down her body fondly.