<strong>“I’m going to go up the road a bit and give Tonto a ride,”</strong>Darius announced. He had led out one of the biggest Clydesdales the ranch had and was busy petting him down when he made the announcement. The sleek black creature with furry, stately ruffle around his feet stood still, surprisingly stoic, as Darius prepared him for the run. Darius had been there when Tonto had been born, after all, and handled him every day up until then – Tonto was bred and maintained specifically as a breeding stallion, and he had a good life. One filled with lots of mares. As a result of his breeding, however, the massive 20-hands-high creature needed lots of extra non-sexual exercise and Darius was really the only person on the ranch Tonto would tolerate for long spans of time.<br/><br/>Gavin looked up from the mare he was walking. The tan slut was fanning her ass and leaking in Tonto’s direction and Gavin had to angle her away to keep the two from going at it.<strong>“What about our potential inclement guests?”</strong>he asked.<br/><br/>Darius jerked his chin out, toward the house a few hundred meters away. A few tendrils of the older man’s hair spilled free of their tie and rolled down across his angular cheek.<strong>“Go home and check around every few hours, just to be sure. I left the doors unlocked, but if someone who hasn’t been here visits, I’m sure they will feel like we’re rude.”</strong><br/><br/>Gavin almost had his mouth open long enough to ask another question by the time Darius was up and on Tonto’s broad back. The stallion knew its owner better than most – he took off at a trot as soon as Darius’ heels were down. Gavin didn’t even have a chance to ask what he should do with the guest, if and when he found them. It made the boy fume a little.<br/><br/>Once he’d finished trotting the mare around and had exhausted enough of her energy that she stopped dancing around – he called her particular variety of trot a “mince” rather than anything respectable, Gavin took her back to the barn and made his way around the side of the house, just to check and see if anyone was waiting there. Rounding the corner, the shirtless youth saw his half-sister in profile before he saw all of her. The curve of a rounded ass and the promise of breasts – as opposed to what he’d had to deal with most of his life – hit him like a ton of bricks. He almost didn’t know how to control his primal response. Thankfully, he’d been handling animals driven by such needs long enough to recognize the symptoms in himself.<br/><br/>Exhaling hard, Gavin made his way up the stairs of the porch and toward his sister. The sleek, tanned young man with the swimmer’s build and six-pack had a sheen of sweat and the sweet, musky odor of youth engaged in farm activities. Surprisingly, his scent was less sharp than some. His eyes were Native American black and his skin a ruddy tan that might have been confused as red.<br/><br/>Once he was comfortably close and was sure she’d seen him, he smiled.<strong>“Hey, I’m Gavin,”</strong>he said, voice slightly huskier than he’d wanted, and extended a hand. So far, he didn't recognize the girl as the one he'd played with as a child; no, he saw something entirely different before him. A real woman.<br/>