Within six months. Lynn had offered him the small one-bedroom house used by the previous foreman. Jake never seemed to go any place, although he had access to a pick-up. And he didn't drink or run around the way the other workers did.

Wearing just her robe, Lynn went downstairs. The school bus was stopped on the highway and she smiled as she watched Bobby and Carolyn get off. They started up the driveway as usual, and they seemed to be bickering.

Lynn was proud, of her son and daughter. They were both doing well in high school and despite their constant bickering, they were fine children. Growing up on the ranch had been good for them, forcing them to get along because they were too far out in the country to play with other boys and girls. They always managed to entertain themselves. Carolyn had just received her driver's license and every day she asked when she could start driving to school.

Carolyn began shoving her younger brother as they came up the drive but Bobby was holding his own. Then Carolyn began running away from him, her laughter reaching Lynn. She smiled as Bobby reached for his sister, catching the pocket of her jeans. Lynn heard her daughter screech and jerk away, her pocket flapping down.

Carolyn came running into the house, out of breath, still laughing.

"Look what that little piss-ant son of yours did to my jeans, Mother!" Carolyn said, turning her back to Lynn. "He ripped my damned jeans!"

Bobby came racing into the house, giggling his head off. "Your ass is showing, Carolyn!" he yelped, pointing.

Lynn looked at the rear of her daughter's jeans. The pocket had pulled the tight material completely off one rounded cheek of his sister's ass. One creamy ass cheek showed clearly all the way to the crease where it met Carolyn's thigh. The sudden ripple of her turn surprised Lynn and she lifted the flap of the material covering her daughter's ass. Her fingers brushed the girl's soft, smooth ass flesh, and she gasped softly.