Tess

It's not surprising that I grew up a tomboy. My mother died from complications while giving birth to my younger brother, leaving me the only female in the family. Still, my father did a wonderful job of raising the four of us?my two older brothers, my younger brother and me.

Of course, growing up on a ranch didn't help in that regard either. It took all of us to work the place, especially after our father's legs were crushed beneath his falling horse. I was seven at the time. I had to learn to cook at an early age.

Our father was a very Christian man, and we rarely missed church on Sunday. He raised us to be respectful, and how to conduct ourselves in ways that would bring honor to him and our family. When off of our ranch, we all made sure to do just that. On the ranch however, and when out from under his watchful eye, we were just normal kids.

When we would camp out, which we did a lot, we would take beer and sometimes pot, and have our private family parties. We would get drunk and high enough to puke, smoke cigarettes, curse, shoot things we weren't supposed to, and skinny dip at every opportunity. We'd done that all of our lives, so we didn't think anything about it.

The closest we ever came to being physical with each other was when someone would deserve a good tickling and the other three would hold them down and give it to them. If we were all naked at the time, no one thought anything about it.

This is all by way of explaining how I came to be so prim and proper at school and in public, even when alone with my friends, but not being that way inside. That was an act, not who I really was.

I forced myself to giggle when my girlfriends would talk about boys and sexual things. The truth was that I didn't think it was a big deal at all. I'd seen just about every animal on the ranch breed. I'd spent hundreds of hours totally naked with my three brothers. I'd seen their cocks get hard and teased them to no end about it.

When they needed to masturbate, they were gentlemen about it. We all drew the line there. They would find some excuse to go off somewhere, or get me to go off somewhere and leave them alone. And yes, I peeked many, many times and took care of myself while watching them. They knew it, and I knew they knew it, but we just didn't talk about that.

The only time any comment was made about it was on one occasion when Elliot was particularly drunk. When I came back to join them, he said in a serious tone, "Sis, I don't think we ought to let you go out there by yourself anymore."

"Why?" I asked.

"A few minutes ago, I could have sworn I heard a couple of wild bores fighting out there. We wouldn't want them to get you." And then he burst out laughing.

Okay, so I had always found it difficult to stay quiet when having an orgasm. That's how they knew what I was doing, and how I knew that they knew. But none of us had made mention of it prior to that. Eddie immediately backhanded Elliot across the chest and shook his head at him. That was the last time it was mentioned.

When they were done, they would come back, or call me back, and I would return and tease them about their boners having magically disappeared while I was gone. They weren't shy about telling me that I was responsible for them needing to do it, after my body started developing, of course.

Even peeing was done openly in front of the others. The only time that even garnered a tease was when it took too long. Most of the time, we didn't even feel the need to turn our backs for that, especially when we were all naked around the campfire drinking and smoking pot. It was just part of life. No big deal.

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I was twenty-eight and very close to getting my Doctorate degree in Animal Husbandry from Texas A