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Breeding Season At The rocking R Ranch (Version Bravo)
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Diedre is trying to keep the ranch going in the absence 
of her husband, and that means breeding horses. With 
the help of her Brother-In-Law and nephew, along with 
her own son and daughter, she thinks they can manage, 
but none of them have any experience at breeding. For a 
bunch of amateurs they succeed beyond anyone's 
expectations. (MFmf, inc, bi, cheat, voy, mast, oral, 
preg)

***

Author's Comment: This story is written in three 
versions. This is version Bravo. While there are 
similarities and shared text between the stories, they 
have been written to appeal to specific 
(different)tastes. While all the versions are coded, 
the main theme of each version is presented here to 
assist you in choosing which version you wish to read:

Version Alpha: Incest between the boys and their 
mothers.
Version Bravo: Incest between the boys and their 
sisters. Sex between in-laws.
Version Charley: More or less a free-for-all of incest 
between just about everybody, with a little husband 
sharing thrown in for spice.

Caution: This is not a story about bestiality, per se. 
However, since this is a story that involves horse 
breeding, there are elements of light bestiality which 
are necessary for the plot to develop. As a point of 
interest, the description of hand breeding is factual 
and was provided by a reader I'll just call Charles. 
His description led to this story.

***

Bobby turned his head for possibly the thousandth time 
and gazed out the window of the car as it sped through 
miles and miles of... miles and miles. He had grown 
bored with the flat topped little mountains and piles 
of house-sized boulders an hour ago. He'd counted more 
cows than he cared to, even though he wanted to stay 
ahead of his sister, who was counting things on the 
other side of the car, competing with him. They counted 
everything in their friendly competition: Windmills, 
power pylons on high-tension lines, silos, parked 
motorcycles, even old time water pumps. Basically 
anything that was repetitive could be counted and 
claimed. Each kept track on a pad of paper. 

He sighed. He was bored, but that was the only way they 
had to pass the time when they were on trips. 
Especially when they were going to his Aunt Diedre's 
ranch in Wyoming. He remembered the last few times 
they'd driven up there, but only parts of each visit. 
They'd gone when he was ten and his sister, Megan, was 
nine. He remembered that time because his Uncle Tom had 
taught him to shoot the .22 rifle. That was a high 
point of his life. Then they'd gone again when he was 
thirteen. He remembered that time because he got to 
ride the horses and... 

He closed his eyes, remembering back to that night when 
he got back from a trail ride having to pee so bad that 
he was about to go in his pants. He was a city boy, 
though, and couldn't bring himself to just haul it out 
and let fly on the ground, like other men on the ranch 
did. So he had dashed for the bathroom, slamming 
through the closed door, pulling his zipper down. His 
cock was hard from holding it in and he pulled it 
through the open zipper just as he realized he wasn't 
alone in the bathroom. 

Aunt Dee was there. She had just turned off the water 
which had muffled his entry. As he hauled out his stiff 
cock, she opened the glass door and stepped out, 
reaching for a towel to dry off her dripping... 
naked... luscious... womanly... soft... pale body. 

He remembered how brown her nipples had looked, sitting 
on those big soft looking breasts. He remembered her 
wide green eyes and the way her mouth went into an "o" 
as she looked at what was in his hand. He remembered 
his eyes dropping to where he expected to see golden 
hair, like the honey colored tresses on her head, and 
how there was nothing there but skin. And something 
else that hung down between her thighs. 

Pussy lips. 

At thirteen he knew what he was looking at, and if he 
hadn't had boner from having to piss so bad he would 
have sprouted one anyway. 

He couldn't remember the sobbing explanation he made, 
or what she'd said to him, exactly. All he remembered 
was being unable to get a stream of urine started 
because he was hard as a rock, and the pain in his 
bladder making him almost ill.

Aunt Dee had wrapped a towel around her amazing body, 
kissed him on the cheek and said "I'll just leave you 
alone to deal with your... problem." Then she'd kissed 
him on the cheek AGAIN, which did nothing whatsoever to 
soften the rock that was currently his prick. He DID 
remember he'd had to sit down, like a girl, to pee. 

That was what he remembered about the last time they'd 
been to the ranch. Now he was seventeen, and a foot and 
a half taller, with broad swimmer's shoulders and curly 
dark hair. He glanced at his sister. He always thought 
of Megan when he thought about his Aunt, because she 
looked like a younger copy of the woman. His mother too 
sometimes. Cathy and Diedre were known as "The Miller 
twins" when they were growing up, even though Cathy was 
a year older than Dee. And Megan looked just like the 
pictures of her mother and aunt when they were her age. 
She had the same hair, the same high cheekbones and 
even, in a lot of ways, the same temperament. He didn't 
know about the hair between her legs. Try as he might, 
he'd never been able to get a glimpse of that part of 
his sister. 

He'd seen her tits, though. She wasn't shy about 
walking around in just panties, though she always wore 
at least those. And, at sixteen, her body had flowered 
into something most men would drool over. She wasn't 
shy in other ways either, having more self confidence 
that seemed either fair or legal. One of the things she 
wasn't shy about was ogling the lump in the front of 
the white briefs Bobby wore around the house. 

Megan had a reputation as a tease at school. Bobby had 
never had to "protect" her, though. If a guy started 
getting pushy she used her Karate skills to cool him 
down. She knew enough pressure points that she usually 
didn't have to hit them. And if a guy was stupid enough 
to claim he'd crawled between her legs... well, she was 
a popular girl and she knew all the other popular 
girls. More than one guy had gone through a long dry 
spell because Megan whispered that she thought he had 
herpes, or genital warts, or whatever. 

She didn't ACT like a little sister around him. She 
acted like a girl, about his own age, maybe a neighbor 
girl who had grown up next door to him, and had shared 
all her secrets. They were very comfortable around each 
other. 

Unfortunately, that made her sexy, to his way of 
thinking. 

She was looking out the other window, counting a herd 
of... Buffalo of all things! She was wearing a tank 
top, without a bra. He could see where her adolescent 
nipples poked through the thin yellow cotton that 
covered them. Their mother was constantly trying to get 
her daughter to wear bras, but Megan resisted. She wore 
them to school, and on dates, but that was it. 

As if she had radar or something Megan turned her hazel 
eyes toward him. She saw where he was looking before he 
could avert his own eyes. 

"If you're counting those I'm going to win for sure," 
she said, not all that softly. 

Bobby blushed. Why did she have the power to unsettle 
him every single time? He saw her eyes go to his lap. 

"I've got one!" she yelled, her eyes leaving no doubt 
whatsoever that she was counting... boners. 

"One what?" asked Rudy, their dad. He was the one 
driving and was alone up in the front seat. Their 
mother, Cathy, had to stay home because she couldn't 
get off work to come with them. There had been an 
argument between the siblings, calling "Shotgun" and 
then fighting about who had called it first. Rudy 
simply said it was a tie and that meant they BOTH had 
to sit in the back. He didn't put up with a lot of 
yelling. 

Megan giggled. "One... what do you call them? Those 
thingies that have... milk in them, and you have to 
grip the long rod and move it up and down, and it 
makes... butter?" 

Rudy looked in the rear view mirror. "Butter churn? You 
saw a butter churn? Where in the world did you see one 
of those?" 

Bobby looked down at the "rod" his sister had been 
talking about gripping. His gym shorts were poked out 
at least six inches and it was obvious he had a major 
hard-on. In panic he grabbed the pillow between him and 
Megan and pulled it onto his lap. 

"Oh, it was on a sign. For a dairy or something. Don't 
those count?" she asked innocently. 

Rudy looked back at the road ahead. He knew his 
daughter, and that tone of voice meant she was teasing 
her brother. Both of them were just sitting there, 
though, and there was no clue as to what the teasing 
was about. Except that Bobby was beet red in the face. 

"I don't think signs count." he said. 

"Oh" said Megan, smiling at her brother. "They should. 
It made me all hungry... you know, the thought of all 
that cream, and making it come out..." she was grinning 
at her brother now, making the up and down classic 
gestures with her closed fist that any boy recognized 
instantly. "...as butter." she finished, giggling 
again. 

Bobby reached out and slapped her arm. Naturally he did 
it just as his father looked in the mirror again. 

"What's going on back there?" demanded Rudy. "Bobby you 
know better than to hit your sister. Now, kiss and make 
up." 

That was one of the ways their parents had handled 
sibling rivalry as they grew up. If the two kids got in 
a fight they were made to kiss and make up. When they 
were little that worked wonders, as neither child 
wanted anything to do with kissing the other. But their 
attitudes had changed just a little in the last three 
or four years. For Megan, it was a chance to kiss a boy 
and then stop, which appealed to her sense of 
exploration. For Bobby, all he had to do was look at 
Megan's green eyes and wheat colored hair and then 
close his eyes and pretend he was kissing Aunt Dee. 

It had made for some interesting "punishment". 

Bobby automatically leaned toward his sister, who 
leaned toward him. When their lips touched her tongue 
darted out and drilled its way between his lips, 
pressing into his mouth. He jerked back in surprise as 
Megan laughed out loud. 

Rudy turned back to the road and drove. The rest of the 
trip was made in silence. 

Two hours later they arrived at the big gate of the 
ranch. Bobby had always liked the gate, which had two 
tall poles on either side, with an arching metal sign 
between them. It had a big "R" on it with what Bobby 
had thought was a smile underneath when he was little. 
He always smiled when he went under that arch, like the 
smile under the R, because that meant he'd get to see 
his beautiful aunt. 

They turned up the long, straight dusty road that led 
from the blacktop to the house, with its attending 
barns, sheds and trees. The house was set back into a 
hillside that was covered with trees, and looked cool 
and inviting after all the dust and barren looking 
wastes they'd driven through. Everyone was ready to be 
out of the car, so they could stretch and ease tight 
muscles. 

Bobby stared toward the porch. There were two women 
waiting for them. One was his Aunt Dee. She was tanned 
and muscular from all the riding she did. She had on a 
worn and faded baseball cap that had a National Rifle 
Association emblem on it. Her usual pony tail hung 
through the back of the cap and dangled almost to her 
waist. Bobby sighed. She was the kind of woman who, 
when she walked in a room, got the attention of the 
men... and probably some of the women too, if they 
swung that way. She was just a ball of walking, talking 
sex. And the funny part was that she didn't seem to 
have any idea what effect she had on men OR women. 

The other woman was perhaps a little taller than his 
aunt. He peered closer and was astonished to recognize 
the second woman as his cousin, Molly. While they'd 
been friends when they were little, he hadn't spent 
much time with her in years. The last time he was at 
the ranch she was gone to summer camp somewhere. 

Molly looked as different from her mother as Megan 
looked similar to her aunt. Molly had long straight 
black hair that a lot of Hawaiian women have, with that 
almost blue sheen to it. She was deeply tanned and 
looked exotic. But she too had the green eyes that were 
so common in the females of the Miller clan. She was 
almost painfully slim, except for her breasts, which 
stuck out like a Barbie Doll's breasts, out of 
proportion to the rest of her body. Bobby thought she 
looked like some fairy princess brought to life out of 
the swords and sorcery books he liked to read. She was 
a year older than him, though, and, to his High School 
trained mind, was "not available" because she was 
older. Girls like her just weren't interested in boys 
younger than themselves. 

Bobby stared at her healthy firm breasts and felt his 
dick begin to stiffen again. He couldn't do anything 
about it except walk around to put the car between the 
women and the telltale lump in his pants. 

His father looked at him from the other side. "Aren't 
you coming?" he asked. 

"Um... I'll come in, in a minute," said Bobby, unable 
to explain the real reason he wasn't walking toward the 
hug he knew he'd get from his aunt. 

Rudy wasn't stupid. He had the same reaction to seeing 
his beautiful sister-in-law and her daughter as any 
other man would have, and he knew his son was a man, at 
least in so far as he reaction to beautiful women. 

"Don't sweat it," he said, handing Bobby a box that he 
could hold over his crotch. "You're normal. They're 
both babes. Molly sure has grown up in the last few 
years." He winked at his astonished son and grabbed a 
suitcase, which he held covering HIS lap. 

If they thought the girls would all go inside, leaving 
them to ferry things inside and let their erections go 
down, they were mistaken. Diedre stood, hands on hips, 
one leg cocked, with the toe pointing out. 

"You boys can carry that stuff in later. I need HUGS 
here!" she demanded. 

Bobby tried to get away with just leaning in for a 
kiss, but Dee took the box from his hands and set it on 
the porch railing next to her. She pressed her soft 
womanly body against him and kissed him soundly on the 
lips. Her eyes popped open and stared into his as she 
felt his cock pressing against her mons. "My, my, have 
YOU ever grown up!" she said, grinning. Then she 
dropped her arms and turned to her brother-in-law. 

"Rudy, are you ever a sight for sore eyes!" she said. 
Rudy dropped the suitcase on the porch and took his 
sister-in-law into a bear hug. Not only did he let her 
feel his arousal, he pressed it into her crotch, 
squeezing her and crushing her breasts against his 
chest. He gave her a long kiss on the lips. She had met 
him on a blind date and been so effusive about his 
qualities that Cathy started going out with him too. He 
and Dee had never done more than some adolescent 
groping, but both had enjoyed that and had always been 
comfortable with each other physically. They had a 
tendency to flirt with each other too.

"That goes for me too," he said, as he let go of his 
breathless sister-in-law. 

Bobby watched, his eyes getting bigger and bigger as 
his aunt dropped her hands to his father's hips and 
PULLED them against her lower body. He couldn't believe 
what he was seeing and he got even harder. He grabbed 
the box and turned toward the front door of the house 
only to run into Molly. She was staring at him. 

"Hi Bobby." she said shyly. Her voice had a melodious 
alto timbre to it. 

"Um... yeah, Hi," he said, blushing. 

"I haven't seen you in a long time," said his cousin. 
She didn't add anything to that, and an awkward silence 
stretched out. 

"Yeah" he said finally, shy too. This gorgeous creature 
was actually talking to him and it made him squirm. 
"You're a lot bigger than I remember you." He almost 
grimaced and felt stupid. 

Her smile made his balls get tight. "You too. Maybe 
after you guys get settled in we can catch up." 

Megan was right there then, squealing, and Molly's 
behavior changed to that of confident teenager as she 
greeted her female cousin. They had been pen pals for 
many years, and felt completely comfortable around each 
other. 

Then it was tote that barge and lift that bale for the 
two men, who moved in enough belongings stashed in the 
station wagon and trailer to keep them going for the 
two months they planned on staying. Bobby groused about 
it, since, in his opinion, most of it was Megan's. 

And he thought about why they were there. 

Bobby had gotten to read the letter from his Aunt that 
had arrived several months previously. Uncle Tom had 
been elected as State Representative for the Wyoming 
District at Large, and was going to have to spend a lot 
of time in Washington D.C. The biggest problem with 
that was that he'd be gone during the time of year they 
bred most of their prize horses. The ranch raised prize 
winning Quarter horses and Arabians, and the proceeds 
from the sales of these horses, along with the breeding 
program, were the primary income of the whole 
operation. They also had cattle and some goats, but 
those were mostly for feeding the family and trading to 
Mexican migrant workers, who loved to eat goat more 
than any other kind of meat. 

In their valley hideaway, surrounded by high hills and 
part of the Rockies, they had all kinds of weather and 
were able to raise crops as well as animals. Hired help 
dealt with all the crops and stock, except the horses. 
Only the Brooks family and one or two others handled 
them. Chance, their eldest son, had gone off to college 
and was finishing up an internship, so he couldn't be 
there for another two or three weeks. Tom was in 
Washington. That left Dee and Molly, and the operation 
needed more than just the two of them. So the Tanner 
family was invited to come and spend two months, to 
help during breeding season. 

Rudy ran his own business, so he could take time off. 
He had a couple of employees who basically ran things, 
though he stayed involved because he liked to. But they 
could handle things for two months with no problem, 
particularly if he called them once in a while to make 
any decisions they didn't feel comfortable making 
themselves. His wife, Cathy worked as a nurse, though, 
and couldn't get that much time off. She hoped to be 
able to fly up for a four day weekend during their 
stay, but that was probably all the time she'd be able 
to spend away from work. 

The rest of the day and that night they sat around 
catching up on years gone by. Molly took Bobby and 
Megan on a tour of the immediate environs, showing them 
the stalls, where the milk cow was kept, the breeding 
pens, hay and alfalfa storage areas, oat bins and so 
on. 

Bobby couldn't keep his eyes off his beautiful cousin. 
She was wearing a man's short sleeve shirt with the top 
three buttons undone and the tails tied below her 
breasts. Her midriff was bare above pale blue jeans 
shorts that were so worn they looked like they might 
actually fall to pieces at any second. She had tennis 
shoes on her feet with socks that came just to the tops 
of the shoes. Her long black hair was tied back in a 
pony tail that hung to her shoulder blades. 

Megan had taken her suitcase to a bedroom and had 
changed into a tube top that hugged her precious teen 
breasts like two gentle hands and did nothing 
whatsoever to conceal her nipples. She had on a pair of 
white cotton shorts and flip flops, which were giving 
her fits as she tried to pick her way through the hay 
and... other things... on the ground. She did a lot of 
jumping from one place to the other, and her breasts 
bounced beautifully. 

All in all, Bobby was getting eye strain from watching 
the two gorgeous girls. He had changed into jeans, 
primarily because he could put his cock down the leg of 
those and it was under better control. It was 
uncomfortable, though, when it tried to stiffen, which 
it did all through the tour. He was looking forward to 
being alone in bed so he could jack his prick until it 
spurted all his growing lust out into a tissue or 
something. 

He was disconcerted when during dinner, his Aunt 
apologized and said "Bobby, honey, I didn't have time 
to clean out Chance's old bedroom. So we put up his bed 
in Molly's room. The girls will have to share a bed and 
you can have the other one. Is that OK?" 

The look on Bobby's face as he realized he would NOT be 
able to release the pain in his scrotum must have been 
something to see. 

His Aunt sighed. "I'm really sorry Bobby. Honest, I 
just didn't have a chance to get things organized. 
Rudy's going to have to sleep on the couch. Eventually 
we'll get you both in Chance's old room. We'll make 
that the first thing we do when we get a chance, OK? It 
won't be so bad, I promise." 

Bobby's eyebrows rose as she heard the comments about 
the sleeping arrangements. He looked at his father, who 
shrugged his shoulders and then, as if they had a 
secret, grinned. 

Rudy leaned over and whispered in Dee's ear. "Are you 
sure it's a good idea? I mean putting a seventeen year 
old boy with your daughter?" 

Diedre smiled and whispered back. "They haven't seen 
each other for years. What could they possibly do with 
Megan there? Besides, girls nowadays aren't as curious 
about sex as you and I were." She grinned at her 
brother-in-law. "And, it isn't as crazy as putting YOU 
in there with them. It'll be fine, I'm sure." 

And so it was that, when Bobby went to bed that night, 
he was treated to the sight of two very beautiful young 
women, wearing the scantiest of nightwear, some of 
which was almost see-through, as they brushed their 
hair and chatted about all the things that young girls 
chat about. 

Bobby got up and went to the bathroom, where, as he 
beat his meat furiously, he tried to hit the water in 
the stool. He missed with four strong spurts of his 
teenage spooge as it blasted out of the tip of his 
prick, and he had to use a handful of toilet paper to 
clean things up. 

The next morning , at breakfast Dee got all business-
like and started handing out assignments. There were 
some chores to do that would require Rudy, supervised 
by Dee, and helped by Molly, and those had been put off 
until Rudy got there, so she explained that and then 
turned to Megan and Bobby. 

"So that means I'll need you two to start with the 
breeding. It isn't hard, though it's going to be a 
little strange to both of you at first. Tom usually 
handled it all with Jaun, but Juan had to go back down 
south of the border because his wife was sick. I've 
helped Tom before, though, so I know what has to be 
done. I'll run through it with you a couple of times. 
Rudy and Molly can watch so they know how to do it too. 
Once we get everything up to snuff we'll all take 
turns. OK?" 

Megan and Bobby just nodded their heads. They had no 
idea what they were in for. 

Dee took the whole crowd to the collection of barns. 
Mares had their own barn, as did the males. She showed 
them the lists that had been prepared, showing which 
stallions would be mated to each mare. There were both 
names and numbers on the list and she showed everyone 
how the stalls were numbered. She and Molly had already 
put the horses in their assigned stalls that would be 
processed that day. 

She turned to Bobby. "Do you think you can handle the 
stallions?" 

"I don't know," said Bobby, thrilled at the idea of 
working with horses. "What would I have to do?" 

"Well, you'd be going to get them out of their stalls 
and bringing them to the breeding pen. Then there are 
some things that need to be done before we let them get 
together. After they breed, then you'll help take them 
back to their stalls. Sometimes the stallions get a 
little frisky when they smell the mares, but I think 
you can do it. You're a strapping young man. I can't 
believe how much you've grown since you were here 
last." 

"Sure, I guess I can do that," he said. 

"OK then, that will be your job. I did that when I 
helped Tom, and once you get the hang of it, it will be 
easy." 

Then she turned to Megan. "Your part is the part that's 
going to take some getting used to. It's called 
prepping. I've never actually done it myself, but I've 
watched Tom, and it's not hard. It's just... well, I'll 
do the first couple and you'll see. 

Bobby's part of the operation was a no-brainer, really. 
All he had to do was control the stallions, and there 
were tricks he could use that helped him do his job. 
Like covering the eyes of the stud so he couldn't see 
anything. He could still smell the mare, and that 
excited him, but he didn't know where to try to get to, 
so he just stood there... a horny horse, so to speak. 

Watching his Aunt do her part was... well, he really 
didn't know the word for what it was. If he'd have had 
to describe it so someone (and he would have to... many 
times in the years to come) he'd have just told you 
what she did and you could imagine it. 

First they brought in the mare they were going to breed 
and hobbled her, putting her in a chute that surrounded 
the front two thirds of her body. That left her 
hindquarters exposed. Then Bobby brought in one of the 
three stallions Dee had chosen to breed this particular 
mare and held his head while Aunt Dee showed Megan and 
everyone else how to 'prep' him. 

She had a little three legged stool that was usually 
used for milking the cow, and a bucket with a mild 
disinfectant in it, mixed in water. She put on rubber 
gloves, put the stool beside the back leg of the stud 
and then sat down. 

The stallion, having already smelled the mare was ready 
to go. Guys are like that. When we think about sex 
we're... just ready to go. So his penis was erect and 
extending from its sheath a foot and a half or so. The 
skin of a horse's penis has pigment in it just like the 
skin under his hair, so a penis could be all one color, 
or mottled. According to Dee they felt like velvet and 
were hard as a rock. 

She explained all this while the others stood, wide 
eyed, staring at the long hard penis that was drooping 
slightly down from under the horse. She went on to say 
that papered mares are valuable animals, and people 
brought their prize mares from all over to get them 
bred to one of the Brooks studs. They expected to get a 
pregnant mare back, with no side effects from the 
breeding. The Brooks ranch preferred to do what was 
called "Hand Breeding", which gave the breeders more 
control over the process. Any errant bacteria might 
cause a problem. You don't want that, so it was the job 
of the "prepper" to wash down the stallion's penis with 
the disinfectant and clean him before he was allowed to 
enter the mare. 

Now how you do that is to grasp the penis with one hand 
and get it nice and wet with a soaked rag from the 
bucket. Then you sort of squeegee off the fluid. The 
hands, circled around the erect penis, make a perfect 
squeegee. That squeegee/stroking action also had the 
effect of making sure the stallion was completely hard, 
so when he mounted the mare everything went well. 

So, all things considered, Bobby and the others watched 
his aunt jacking off the stallion. 

If you were experienced at it, it only took one swipe 
from the base to the tip to effectively get all the 
extra disinfectant off the stallion's penis. But if 
you'd never done it before you had a tendency to stroke 
it several times. So, after they watched Dee stroke 
that hard cock several times, she stood up and moved up 
to where Bobby was holding the stud's head. She helped 
him lead the horse to the mare and then pulled him back 
as the stallion did what came naturally to him. 

If you've never seen horses mating you should find a 
way to do that. It's something you'll never forget. 
That huge muscular male jumps with his front legs like 
he doesn't weigh a thing, and cozies up to the mare's 
rear. If she's ready, she moves her tail and, just like 
that, two FEET of hard cock slide into her. A couple of 
three humps and it's over. Talk about your premature 
ejaculation. A horse could never satisfy a woman, 
because he'd never last long enough. 

But it's an awfully erotic thing to watch. 

While Dee was doing the second one Megan made a sound 
in her throat. "I don't know if I can do that." she 
said. 

Dee looked up and saw both Megan and Molly staring wide 
eyed at what her hands were doing. "It's nothing," she 
said. But her deep breathing denied her flippant 
attitude. "It's just a thing you're cleaning. Think of 
it as a cucumber or something." She stood up as she 
finished and Bobby led the stallion to the mare. 

Their coupling was both violent and swift as the stud 
rammed his stiff cock into the mare. The mare whinnied, 
as if she were excited too. As the stallion dragged his 
cock out of the mare, he hadn't quite finished inside 
her. His still mostly stiff dick dripped a clear 
viscous fluid down into the dust. 

Bobby's glance automatically went to the women, who 
were all standing together, and he saw all three women 
take deep breaths as they saw that. Three sets of 
healthy breasts pushed hard at the coverings over them 
and Bobby felt his own prick begin to emulate that of 
the stud. Then Bobby looked at his father, who was 
standing with his mouth open, staring at the two 
horses. 

Dee took a deep breath. "We hope they stay on long 
enough to get all their semen inside the mare. If that 
would have happened here it would have been a perfect 
mating. If that happens, just annotate the record so we 
know to breed that pair again. OK, that's all there is 
to it. Take your time and be careful. If a stallion 
gets too excited you know what to do. Megan, stay clear 
of the hooves. You'll do fine." 

Bobby and his sister were left alone together as Dee 
led her daughter and brother-in-law back toward the 
house. All three looked over their shoulders as they 
left, though not at the same time. 

Megan stood, breathing like she'd run a mile. She 
turned to Bobby. "I don't know..." she said. 

Bobby couldn't resist the jab. "Hey, you're the one who 
was counting hard-ons. This should be fun for you." 

Megan gave him a dirty look, but rose to the bait and 
said "OK, big brother, let's just see how much fun I 
can have!" 

Together they took the stallion and mare back to their 
stalls. Together they got the next mare ready. And 
together they went to get the next stud. Megan leaned 
down to look under the stallion and gave a sigh of 
relief. When Bobby looked too he saw that the horse's 
penis was still sheathed. 

They got the stallion ready and Megan slowly put the 
stool and bucket where she thought they'd be needed. 
She picked up the rubber gloves and held them out. They 
were wet and cold. "Yuck" she said, frowning. She'd 
been thinking about touching one of those long hard 
male things while they got ready. She'd never actually 
touched a boy's penis before. Not a naked one anyway. 
She'd given a couple of boys a quick swipe of her hand 
over their jeans, playing with them... teasing them. 
And she'd let them kiss her deeply. She loved to French 
kiss if it was the right boy, and she'd even let some 
of them caress her breasts through her shirt. But she'd 
never touched a boy's naked penis. Part of her couldn't 
wait to see what one felt like, even though it was a 
horse's. To her mind she expected it would be about the 
same. 

And so, Megan made a decision that would have a 
profound effect on her life. She decided to prep the 
stallion without the gloves. 

When Megan sat down on the little stool, Bobby heard 
her intake of breath. "What's wrong?" he asked. 

"It's hanging out now," she said, her voice breathy. 

"It must smell the mare," said Bobby. "Is it like the 
other ones?" 

"It's bigger," she said, her voice soft. "It's huge 
Bobby. It has to be two feet long." 

Bobby tried to stand to one side, so he could see what 
Megan was doing. The stallion tossed his head and 
whickered. Bobby stroked his forehead and spoke softly 
to him. He saw Megan reach out tentatively with her 
hand. 

"Ooooo it's warm," she sighed. She moved her arm and a 
ripple of muscles flowed along the stallion's back. 
"It's hard as a ROCK!" she said, "But it feels like 
velvet too on the outside." 

"Aren't you supposed to be washing it?" asked Bobby. 

Megan looked up and flushed. "OK, OK, don't get 
excited. I just wanted to know what it was going to 
feel like. Hold him tight." 

Bobby noticed that the hand holding the horse's penis 
didn't move as she reached for the rag in the bucket. 
He couldn't see under the horse from the angle he had, 
but it was obvious Megan wasn't grossed out by holding 
the penis. If she had been she'd have let go of it. 

"Hey, you don't have the gloves on." Bobby pointed out 
as her hand came out of the bucket with the rag 
dripping. 

"They were all yucky," she said, reaching in under the 
horse. 

"And what you're doing with your bare hands isn't?" 
Bobby was amazed at his sister's reaction. 

"It feels nice," she said. "It's not at all like I 
thought it would be. Her arms moved and the horse 
tossed his head. 

"Well it feels nice for the horse too. He's starting to 
get nervous or something. Aren't you about done?" asked 
Bobby. 

"Yeah," she sighed. She stood up and moved back. Bobby 
led the stud to the mare and stepped back as he nosed 
the mare. In a flash he was up and Bobby could see what 
Megan had just sterilized. It was almost pure black, 
with a whitish-pink band around the middle. The blunt 
head was the same color. Bobby was standing only a yard 
away as that penis was brought to bear and slithered 
into the mare's vagina. The stallion's muscles bunched 
and he hopped with his back legs, ramming that huge 
phallus into the receptive mare. Three more convulsive 
lunges and he pushed off her hindquarters to land 
beside her, that long black and pink penis now dangling 
almost to the dust. 

"Wow," said Bobby. "It happens so fast." He reached for 
the halter on the stallion and turned to lead it back 
to its stall. Megan was standing, arms at her sides, 
her face slack. She backed up from the stallion as it 
came near her, so fast that she tripped over the stool 
and almost fell. 

"Relax, he's not going to hurt you," said Bobby. 

"That thing would kill me in an instant," she gasped. 
Bobby realized she was talking about the penis and 
stopped, his own mouth hanging open. 

Megan looked at him and blushed. "Well it would. It's 
huge." 

Bobby felt a surge of emotion rush through him at the 
thought of his sister being mounted by a horse. It was 
horrible to contemplate, but exciting too somehow. He 
felt disgusted with himself for feeling that 
excitement. It sobered him. 

"Well then, just make sure you don't wear your hair in 
a pony tail then. You should be safe." Megan slapped 
out at him and startled the stallion, which jumped. She 
stepped back, her hands up. 

"Sah-reeeee," she singsonged. 

They did another set, and this time, when Megan stood 
up, she was sweating. Beads of sweat covered her brow 
and she wiped at it with the back of her hand. It was 
hot in the barn, with little air moving to cool them. 
She had worn a white T shirt and the heck was dark in a 
V between her breasts. She stood watching as the 
stallion mounted the mare and bred her. 

"It's so amazing," she said, breathing hard. "How can 
she take that huge thing in her and not complain?" 

"She's made for it," said Bobby, reaching for the 
halter. After the next pair Megan's sweat had spread 
down the shirt, so much so that the tips of her breasts 
were now pushing through damp cloth. Her nipples were 
spiked but she didn't notice it. She watched the 
horses. 

Bobby noticed though, and he suddenly realized that he 
had been affected by things too. He was already mostly 
hard. Seeing Megan's nipples poking through the shirt 
just finished the job. They moved on to another pair. 

When Megan slid down onto the stool she gasped. "This 
one's much slimmer and the head is pointier," she said, 
breathing rapidly. "It almost looks like one of those 
toys you see pictures of." she said, not realizing that 
she'd said it out loud. She and Tanya Howell had surfed 
to a sex toy site on the internet one night during a 
sleepover and examined dildos, giggling and laughing at 
the long two-headed ones. That image of a long slim 
dildo had stuck in her mind, though, and it was what 
she saw transposed onto the stallion in front of her. 

She took so long to clean this one that Bobby had to 
ask her what she was doing. Megan didn't answer, but 
then dropped her hands finally and stood up. This time 
Bobby could actually see dark circles through the shirt 
where her areolas and nipples showed through the 
translucent cloth. 

Bobby tore his eyes away from her shirt and took the 
stallion to the mare. He noticed that both of them 
looked different than the other horses. They were 
slimmer, almost graceful looking, and weren't brown 
like the heavier horses they'd been dealing with. He 
would later find out they were Arabians, but for now he 
thought they must just be younger. They acted just like 
the others had, though, except that the male didn't 
stay on... or rather in... the mare long enough. When 
he pulled back and his penis slicked out of her vagina, 
it was still spurting long streams of silvery-clear 
semen. 

Bobby heard Megan gasp and turned to see her hand over 
her mouth, her eyes wide. He took the stallion back to 
its stall, but decided it was close enough to lunch 
that they'd just stop. When he went back to the pen to 
tell Megan, she and the mare were gone. 

He went looking for her and heard her before he saw 
her. To be technically correct, he heard what sounded 
almost like a little girl sobbing, and located the 
sound in a stall where he recognized the mare that had 
just been bred. He opened the stall gate and walked in, 
turning his head toward the sound. 

He'd never forget what he saw. 

Megan had unbuttoned her cargo shorts and her right 
hand was stuffed down into them, moving rapidly as she 
obviously frigged her pussy. Her left hand gripped the 
stall boards beside her. Her head was thrown back, her 
eyes closed, and the sounds he heard were coming from 
her mouth. They were little yips and whines and cries 
that, now that he could see her, sounded much more like 
advanced pleasure than the pain he'd thought was 
generating them. 

"What are you DOING?!" he blurted, instantly feeling 
stupid. He knew exactly what she was doing. He just 
couldn't believe it was his sister doing it. 

Megan's eyes snapped open, alarmed. He saw a series of 
emotions flow through those eyes... surprise... 
shame... anger... and then something wild. In truth, 
what happened, as she later told him, was that she had 
been very close to getting her cum. 

After a split second of horror at seeing her brother 
watching her masturbate, she was suddenly excited by 
the situation, and that tipped the balance. That wild 
look in her eye was while she was cumming on her 
fingers. 

"Megan?" whined Bobby. This was all wrong. His sister 
didn't DO this kind of thing. She teased and loved 
innuendo, but she was pure and chaste and a virgin and 
just didn't DO... what HE did every single day. 

"Oh lighten up you goof," she gasped. "You know what 
I'm doing. I couldn't help it. I got so horny I had to 
do something. And the only thing around here to do 
something with was this." She pulled her hand out of 
her pants. Her fingers glistened in the dim light. She 
wiped them on her shorts and began re-buttoning them.

"But... you CAN'T do that!" moaned Bobby. 

"Of COURSE I can!" she said indignantly. "YOU do... 
isn't that right? Isn't that what you're doing when the 
bed smacks the wall and keeps me awake when I'm trying 
to get to sleep? And if YOU can do it, then I can do it 
too!" She finished smugly. "In fact I bet you want to 
do it right now! Am I right Bobby? Don't lie to me. I 
can see that lump in your shorts. Those horses got you 
hot too, didn't they!" It may have been phrased like a 
question, but it was really a statement of belief. 

"What?" asked Bobby, quite sure the world was coming to 
an end. 

"You want to do it too. So go ahead!" said Megan. "I 
did it and I feel much better... even if I feel like 
doing it again already." 

Bobby didn't know what to do. He wondered what alien 
space ship had landed while he wasn't looking and 
substituted whoever this was for his sister. What he 
didn't know was that, as long as he had been trying to 
get a peek at his sister's pussy, she had been trying 
to get a peek at his stiff penis. She knew what it 
looked like soft, but whenever it was hard he hid it 
from everyone. Now that she'd seen a hard horse cock, 
she wanted to see what a hard boy cock looked like even 
more. 

"No," said Bobby, but the way he said it didn't make 
any sense. It was more like he was saying "No, this 
isn't happening to me." rather than saying he didn't 
want to masturbate. 

Megan had never seen her brother so off balance before. 
She stepped toward him, unbuttoning her shorts again. 
"I feel like doing it again Bobby. I'm so horny I can't 
stand it. Do it with me? Please? I think that would be 
so hot! It makes me so horny just thinking about it." 
She went for broke and took her hands from her shorts 
to grasp the hem of the T shirt. She pulled it up over 
her head, baring her naked breasts to her brother. 

Bobby stared. A little bit of drool had collected 
between his tongue and teeth and it finally spilled out 
of one corner of his mouth. He'd been frozen for so 
long he'd forgotten to swallow. Megan's tits were 
gorgeous. He was sure he was in a fantasy world, where 
things like this happened that would never ever happen 
in the real world. That fantasy world urged him to let 
his cock free... to stroke it. 

He felt his hard-on lurch and suddenly wanted to let it 
out of his pants, where it could romp and play like he 
was just sure it was supposed to. 

And, to his utter amazement... he did! He came back to 
the real world with his cock in his hand and a drip of 
pre-cum whipping in the wind as his hand moved along 
his stiff cock. 

Megan's eyes were big as she stared at the thing she'd 
wanted to see for so long. Then her own hands went to 
her shorts and, instead of fastening them up again, she 
undid them completely and pushed them down her legs, 
her panties going with them. She stepped out of one leg 
and spread her feet a little more than her shoulder's 
width. Then she darted her right hand between her legs 
and matched her brother's stroke as she slid a finger 
into her pussy. 

"Ooooo I was right," she panted. "This is soooo hot." 

Megan actually got to her apex first, because she was 
already primed to feel that luscious pain again. And it 
was obvious to Bobby when she had her orgasm. She 
crouched and her hand took on a jerky non-rhythm, with 
a jerk, and then a pause and then another jerk and then 
a pause and Bobby recognized that non-rhythm. 

It was the same non-rhythm he used on his prick as it 
began to spurt long ropes of thick white cum. Bobby 
bent slightly backward as his prick fired again and 
again, his hand matching Megan's little jerks. Her face 
was a rictus of pleasure as she watched her brother's 
cum flying through the air. She gasped and had to take 
a step as she leaned too far and lost her balance. 

The only thing she had to grab onto was her brother, 
and she ended up with one hand on his shoulder, her 
head down, as her eyes devoured the last few jerks he 
made on his cock. She leaned her head against his chest 
and let out a gust of air she didn't even know she'd 
been holding in her lungs. Then she relaxed against 
him. Bobby couldn't see those last few jerks that he 
made, milking his cock for just a little more of that 
stuff that soothed his abused prick as it oozed out. 

But he could smell Megan's hair, just below his chin, 
and her touch on his shoulder and where her head leaned 
against him felt so right that all his doubts and fears 
vanished. His left hand came up and rested on her 
shoulder too and they stood there, holding each other 
up. 

Megan's head finally rose, and the look in her eye was 
something Bobby had never seen. There was love there, 
but it was a different kind of love, and it thrilled 
him to the bone. He couldn't help kissing her lips. 
Megan saw him coming and, though she hadn't planned on 
touching her brother, that kiss was so welcome that she 
opened her lips to him. Their lips were soft and spongy 
as they met and before long their arms were around each 
other. 

Bobby's cock nestled between Megan's legs, kissing her 
pussy too, and Megan thought about what Bobby had said. 
The horse's huge penis was made to go in the mares. And 
the smaller penis pressing against her pussy was made 
to go inside a girl. 

Megan knew, then and there, who would take her 
virginity. She didn't think about how taboo that was, 
or what anyone would think or say. She just knew she 
had to have that magnificent spurting thing deep in her 
pussy where her finger couldn't reach. 

That kiss... or more correctly that series of kisses... 
went on for a long time. Bobby had kissed girls before, 
but never like this. The feel of Megan's body against 
him, even though he was still clothed, felt wonderful, 
and the smooth naked skin of her back felt even more 
wonderful to his hands. And, though most boys would 
have wanted more, at that moment Bobby was as happy as 
he'd ever been. He just reveled in tasting her lips and 
feeling her under his hands. 

"YOO HOO!" came the distant voice of Aunt Dee. She was 
coming to see how they'd been doing.


CHAPTER TWO		


The two teens felt the stab of panic that most young 
people never feel because they've never done anything 
that would get them in that much trouble.

Their scramble was both frantic and funny to them both. 
Bobby had only to get his shrunken cock back in his 
shorts and get them zipped up. Megan, of course, was a 
little more frantic and she put her own shorts back on 
without even trying to get the panties on. Bobby saw 
her stuff those in her back pocket and then he turned 
and left to intercept Aunt Dee, so that Megan would 
have time to get her shirt on. It was inside out and 
lying on the hay.

Dee walked through the door of the barn just as Bobby 
turned the corner and they almost bumped into each 
other. Dee's hands went out automatically and grasped 
his forearms. As she said "Oh!" startled by his sudden 
appearance, her hands felt the strength in those arms 
and she looked up at her nephew. How he had grown! He 
was almost a man, she thought. 

She backed up. "You startled me. How's it going?" 

Bobby's mind was still reeling from all that had 
happened. He hadn't thought of what he'd say, just that 
he had to give Megan time to finish getting dressed. 

"It's hard!" he gasped. Dee had a glimmer of 
understanding already. Just in showing them how to prep 
a stud she had gotten excited herself. That two foot 
rock hard penis was something she didn't think anyone 
could touch without it affecting them. And, as Megan 
suddenly walked out behind Bobby, her eyes wild, her 
face flushed, Dee knew she had been right. 

"It's OK," she said, pushing Bobby aside and hugging 
her niece. "It affects everyone that way. Don't feel 
guilty." Megan had no idea how much her aunt knew about 
what had just happened, but her admonition that how she 
felt was normal calmed the girl considerably. 

Megan burrowed her head into her aunt's bosom. "I don't 
think I'll ever be able to date after this." she 
moaned. 

Dee laughed. "It's not quite the same sweetheart. Men 
are even more fun." Then she blushed as she realized 
what she'd just said to a mere fifteen year old girl. 
"Anyway, you have time to get over it. How many did you 
get done?" she asked. 

Bobby and Megan pointed out on the list, the pairs they 
had mated and Dee was both surprised and happy. 

"You two did very well for your first time." she said. 
"And, you'll get a break. I just got a call from Chance 
and he's going to be here tomorrow. Then he and Molly 
can share the burden. I think I may be able to get Rudy 
to help me with some of it too, so that will give you 
time to recuperate between sessions. How's that sound?" 

Megan was already looking forward to mating horses 
again. Bobby wasn't so sure. Some of his doubts were 
back. They'd almost gotten caught, and that made him 
nervous. But for now, it was safe. Because it was time 
for lunch. 

At lunch Megan chatted animatedly while Bobby just ate 
as much of the delicious meal as he could. Molly wanted 
to know what it was like to prep the stallions, and 
asked all kinds of questions. Dee and Rudy just 
listened as Megan described how strong the horses were, 
and how large they seemed, and how well Bobby 
controlled them. She mentioned that one of them didn't 
stay on long enough. 

Dee nodded. "I'm glad you told me, but we'll breed each 
pair three times before we're done. That ensures the 
best results." 

Megan shivered, but it was a shiver of excitement. That 
was a LOT of studs that would have to be prepped. And 
she had decided she loved prepping stallions. 

Molly, for her part, had a reason for all her 
questions. Unknown to any of them at the table, she and 
Chance had been... experimenting... with each other for 
several years. They had started by just exploring each 
other's bodies, to see what they were like. Chance was 
the first boy Molly ever touched. As she dated, when 
she contemplated doing something with a boy, she did it 
with Chance first, to see what it was like, and to 
figure out the best way to do whatever it was. 

They had never actually had sex, though they'd gotten 
pretty close a few times. Once Chance's penis had 
spurted with the tip nudged right in between Molly's 
pussy lips, making a mess of slippery goo that she 
rubbed into her pussy, and which caused an orgasm in 
her that was so hard that she was afraid something had 
gone wrong with her at first. Then she figured out that 
she had just really liked the feeling of that warm 
slippery fluid squirting into her pussy mouth, and got 
him to do that a lot after that. 

And then, the last night before he went off to college, 
her passion higher than it had ever been by knowing 
that he'd be gone the next day, she'd pulled him into 
her. It had hurt when he destroyed what was left of her 
hymen, but the pain hadn't lasted long and soon he was 
lustily fucking his sister with long pounding strokes. 
Molly had two orgasms before Chance groaned and slammed 
his seed into her in jerky grunting thrusts. Molly 
thought all that warm slippery fluid felt even better 
way up inside her. 

When he left she was both relieved and distraught. She 
was relieved because they'd just had a lesson on 
conception in Biology class and she couldn't believe 
she hadn't gotten pregnant with her brother. She was 
unhappy because she missed his prick up in her, 
spurting all that dangerous stuff. 

He'd gotten to come home for a few days during the 
holidays, and she had snuck into his room each night to 
crawl in bed naked with her brother. By then she didn't 
care about the danger. She just wanted him in her. 
Since then, though, he'd been working too much to be 
able to come home. So Molly was horny. She knew exactly 
what her brother's hard cock felt like in her hand. 
That's why she was so interested in finding out what a 
horse cock felt like. But she couldn't explain that to 
the people at the table. 

Dee looked up. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Chance called 
and he got cut loose from his internship early. He said 
he'll be here tomorrow morning if all goes well." 

Molly couldn't keep a squeal of delight inside her. Her 
obvious joy that her brother was coming home made 
everyone else at the table look at her. She realized 
she had drawn too much attention and put her fork down. 
Looking with a level gaze from one to another around 
the table she said "What? Is it so terrible to love 
your brother?"

 Megan flushed bright red and Bobby choked on a piece 
of meat. The adults thought they were just holding in 
acid remarks about each other, unaware of how close to 
how they felt that Molly had come with her simple 
question. 

That afternoon Megan and Bobby walked slowly back to 
the barn. Megan looked over at him. "I'm already 
excited." she said. Bobby looked back. She had changed 
shirts. This one had buttons down the front. She had on 
the same shorts, though. "Are you sure you want to... 
you know... go that far?" he asked.

"Bobby Tanner!" she said, stopping to face him. "Didn't 
you have the best time you've had in a long time this 
morning? I know I did!" 

Bobby was stunned. He'd thought he was the one who 
pushed things too far that morning with his kiss. 
"Well... yeah." he said. 

"OK then," she said, "And it's not like we did anything 
really serious." she sniffed, turning and continuing 
through the door of the barn. 

They did three sets of horses before she wanted a kiss. 
Bobby was more than ready to give her one. After that 
she got a long sloppy kiss after each set, pushing her 
body against her brother's. "I want to rub" she 
whispered into his mouth, "but I want to save it too. 
Saving it makes it even better." 

Bobby didn't agree at all. He'd been wanting to beat 
off ever since she'd unbuttoned three buttons of her 
shirt to let some air in and he'd been staring at her 
pink tipped breasts every time she leaned forward to 
wash a horse cock. In fact, if she hadn't wanted to 
wait, things might have turned out differently. If 
she'd have let them ease their passion halfway through 
the afternoon she might not have been so completely 
charged up when she finally broke and dragged Bobby up 
a ladder into the haymow, where she thought they'd have 
more notice that someone was coming and couldn't be 
walked in on. 

"I want to touch you," she panted as she got naked 
again in front of her brother. There was an old horse 
blanket hanging on a nail nearby and she took that and 
spread it out. "Let's lie down." she breathed. 

Bobby too was way beyond controlling what he was 
feeling, and he got naked as well, wanting to feel her 
skin against his. They crushed their lips together as 
her hand slid between them, searching for and finding 
his rigid tool. 

"Mmmm you're warm too," she breathed into his mouth 
between kisses. She stroked his cock several times and 
he pushed it toward her by instinct. During the next 
kiss Megan got the idea to use his cock tip to rub her 
clitty, and she lifted one leg and hung it over his, 
scooting closer. When she was able to get close enough 
to dig his penis into her pussy mouth she knew she was 
going to love doing it. 

Bobby kept giving little lurches, again by instinct, 
and it was one of those lurches that dug the pointy tip 
of his cock far enough into her pussy that her tight 
pussy lips stretched and snapped over the glans. 

Megan's wild masturbating sessions in the past had 
removed her troublesome hymen and, other than the pain 
of things stretching, which was bearable and 
dissipating already, it wasn't uncomfortable for either 
of them. All that warm pussy wrapped around his cock 
head, however, brought out something in Bobby he didn't 
even know was there. He automatically rolled on top of 
his sister. That act alone shoved two inches of his 
hard prick into her defenseless pussy. Then the 
instinct that had been making him push made him push 
again and his pubic bone mashed up against her clit as 
their pubic hairs mingled. 

Megan had, on some level, known this was going to 
happen. She was, in some ways ready for it. Bobby was 
not. It had happened so fast, and without conscious 
thought, that when his brain caught up and he realized 
just where his rock hard prick was, that knowledge 
tripped a switch and his balls emptied. 

It was a classic case of premature ejaculation. 

Thankfully, Bobby's teenage prick was able to stay hard 
after it spurted his sister full of his thick white 
spooge, and the urge to push, combined with Megan's 
hands rubbing his back and her voice, cooing in his 
ear, caused Bobby to begin fucking his first woman, who 
just happened to be his sister. That he had shot off in 
her helped, because she was now well lubricated. Still 
she was tight and it took three or four minutes for the 
discomfort of being stuffed full of hard cock to morph 
into a delightful feeling of being stroked and massaged 
on this inside by something warm and wonderful. 

And, when Megan began having orgasms, she had them 
rapid fire, one after another until she had stampeded 
through four of them. She put her hands on Bobby's 
chest and pushed. "Stop!" she gasped. 

Bobby, afraid that she hated what he was doing, 
stopped. When she said "I can't breathe" and sounded 
genuinely breathless, he started to pull out. Her hands 
slapped on his ass cheeks. "Don't take it out." she 
panted. "Just stay still for a minute. 

Staying still was not easy, halfway in as he was. So 
Bobby let himself sink down on his sister, which drove 
his cock to her cervix, where he let it soak in hot 
pussy. Just breathing made him move enough that his 
bone massaged her clit. She felt another orgasm coming 
on and took a deep breath. 

Bobby had been moving inside her tight tunnel each time 
she had gotten off before. But now, immobile inside 
her, when her orgasm flowed over her and her pussy 
started rippling, he could feel it. It felt remarkably 
like he was being jacked off, and when Bobby suddenly 
felt the urge to shoot again, he let it go. 

Megan's pussy milked his cock several more times and 
the first shot thundered into her depths. This time she 
felt the added heat of his cum and that intensified her 
orgasm, causing her pussy to milk his cock for another 
spurt. They lay still, her pussy working on him, semen 
still bursting, then, eventually just seeping from his 
softening cock. Then they collapsed limply. 

It took them five more minutes to rouse themselves. The 
reality of what had happened began to manifest itself, 
and the danger of discovery impressed itself on them. 
Both stared at her recently fucked pussy lips, which 
ran with sticky white sperm. Silently they got up and 
dressed. That silence built until Megan couldn't stand 
it any more.
 
She turned to Bobby. "I'm not sorry it happened!" she 
said loudly. She was afraid. She couldn't have put 
details to that fear, but it showed in her face. 

Bobby didn't want her to be afraid. He held out his 
arms. "I'm not either." 

Megan rushed into his arms and they hugged each other. 
Megan lifted her face, her eyes filled with glistening 
tears. Bobby whispered "I love you Megan." Then she 
cried, tears mixed of pent up emotion, the release she 
had just experienced, and joy that the man who had 
taken her virginity loved her. That he was her brother 
just made it sweeter somehow. 

Megan insisted that they mate one more pair of horses 
before they went back to the house. She needed the time 
to get control of her emotions. This time, when she 
fondled the stallion's cock it wasn't so bad. She knew 
that her need could be met if it was necessary. After 
they had returned the two horses to their stalls Megan 
kissed Bobby one more time. 

By the time they got to the house no one could have 
told that they'd shared something so intimate... or so 
forbidden. 

Dinner that night was surprisingly relaxed, at least 
from the vantage point of Megan and Bobby. Both still 
seethed with the excitement of discovered love and 
lust, but they were also tired. The others had worked 
hard around the ranch and were also tired. When Dee 
asked Bobby and Megan how things had gone and they 
answered glibly, she assumed they were just trying to 
put forward a brave face. 

"Chance will be home sometime tomorrow. Until then 
maybe Rudy and I could work with the horses. That will 
give you two a break. I know how... taxing... it can 
be. 

Neither Megan or Bobby argued. For Megan, she still 
felt, or imagined she felt, her brother's heavy spunk 
in her womb. She hadn't thought about the risks and 
dangers of having unprotected sex while she was 
having... unprotected sex. But she knew that if she 
handled horse cocks again she'd want to handle Bobby's 
cock again. And she knew that if she handled Bobby's 
cock again, she'd let him slide it into her sex and 
spurt again. That brought mixed feelings to her. She 
didn't want to get pregnant, but, at the same time, she 
ached to feel his penis in her again. So a break from 
handling horse cocks was welcome in a way since she 
felt she could control her lust away from that 
environment. 

Bobby was more worried about being caught. He too knew 
that if Megan allowed him to, he'd fuck her again. He'd 
never even think of forcing her, but if she welcomed 
him, he'd be helpless. 

Both had forgotten they'd be sleeping in the same room 
that night. At bedtime, Molly told Bobby to take his 
shower first, and that the girls would take theirs 
after. She did that so she could talk to her cousin 
alone. 

"So? What was it really like?" she asked Megan. Megan 
sighed. 

"If you're going to do this with Chance, I hope you 
like him a lot." 

Molly looked surprised. "What? Of course I like him. 
He's my brother. Why? What did Bobby do? Did you two 
have a fight?"

Megan was so full of emotion she started to laugh 
hysterically. "We had the farthest thing from a fight 
you can have. Molly, handling those horses does 
something to you. I got so... so... so horny I couldn't 
STAND it!" 

Molly frowned. "I was afraid of that. When I saw Momma 
prepping that stud, and thought about what that was 
going to be like... I got all chills and stuff." 

Megan slumped. "I got so horny I had to rub off." 

Molly stared. "Get out! Did you really? Wow." 

"And Bobby caught me," said Megan, still staring at the 
floor. 

"What'd he do?" asked Molly. 

"I can't talk about it," said Megan. "You'd hate me." 

Molly felt a thrill. If Megan and Bobby had done 
something then that meant she and Chance weren't the 
only perverts on the planet. "Did he get... excited 
too?" she asked. 

Megan just nodded her head. Molly frowned again. "Did 
he hurt you Megan?"

Megan's head came up. "Oh no. It was my fault really. I 
dared him to jerk off, so I could too. I was so horny 
Molly. And things got... I don't know... strange."

"How strange?" asked Molly. 

"You'd hate me if I told you," moaned Megan again. 

Molly knew that if it bothered Megan that much it was a 
whole lot more than a kiss or mutual masturbation. It 
had to have been something more akin to what she and 
Chance had done. 

She made a decision. 

"Megan," she said. When Megan finally looked at her she 
went on. "On the last night Chance was here, before he 
went to college, I went to his room to kiss him 
goodbye. Based on what you just said, I'd have to say 
that kiss was... strange." 

Megan's eyes opened wide. "You don't mean you...?" 

Molly leaned in close and whispered. "He fucked me 
senseless." 

Megan's mouth opened wide and then snapped shut. She 
stood up and, for a second, Molly thought she'd made a 
terrible mistake. But then she was almost knocked over 
as Megan hugged her.
 
"Ohhh thank you Molly, thank you so much. I thought we 
did something horrible," cried Megan. 

Molly hugged her cousin. "Well, I suppose it is pretty 
horrible, depending on who's talking about it. I mean I 
sure don't want the neighbors to know, or the kids at 
school, or my Mom and Dad." she ticked them off on her 
fingers. "But I can't wait for him to get home." she 
added meaningfully. 

The bathroom door closed down the hall and the two 
girls stepped apart. Bobby came in the door and then 
stopped. "Sorry, I should have knocked, huh?" he said. 
He was dressed in gym shorts, which is what he usually 
slept in. 

"My, but aren't you a handsome thing." said Molly 
eyeing his half naked body. She turned to her cousin. 
"Megan, doesn't he look comfortable? I think he looks 
comfortable. Why is it that boys get to dress 
comfortably and girls don't? You think we should sleep 
dressed like that? I bet it would be a lot more 
comfortable than what we usually wear." 

Megan realized Molly was teasing, but she felt so 
relieved that she joined in. "You might just have 
something there." She turned to Bobby. "Have you got 
any more gym shorts we could borrow to sleep in?" 

Bobby was staring at both girls like they had each 
sprouted an extra nose. The image in his mind of the 
two girls prancing around in only gym shorts had caused 
his newly cleaned penis to begin to fill with blood. It 
was also beginning to tent out his shorts. That both 
girls were obviously checking out the front of them 
didn't help any. 

Molly laughed and told Megan they should go take a 
shower to let Bobby "get settled" before they came 
back. When the girls were gone Bobby kept thinking 
about what it might look like if all the girls were 
wearing around the bedroom was panties. He thought 
about beating off, but he didn't know how long they'd 
be gone. Instead he lay there in bed, eyes closed, 
replaying in his mind that picture of two teenaged 
girls, walking here and there, doing this and that, 
unconcernedly topless. 

The trip and the work he'd done that day and especially 
the sex with Megan had taken more out of him than he 
realized. He drifted off to sleep, his dick still hard. 

In the bathroom the girls were still in chat and giggle 
mode, comparing notes on sex. Molly reached into the 
shower and turned it on. Their shared secret had 
brought them closer together than a month of knowing 
each other could have. It was therefore easy for them 
to strip naked in front of each other in the bathroom. 
They had started talking about sex with their brothers 
as soon as the bathroom door was securely closed, 
comparing the feelings and describing to each other how 
strange and wonderful it had felt. By the time hot 
water was coming out of the shower head both girls 
stood naked, their nipples spiked and their pussies 
damp. 

"You go first" said Molly, her training about how to 
treat guests even stronger than her own feelings at the 
moment. 

"No, you go first." came back Megan, who wanted to rub 
her pussy. She and Molly had talked about some very 
intimate things, but she couldn't masturbate in front 
of her cousin if Molly was watching her, waiting for 
the shower. Molly solved the problem by grabbing 
Megan's hand and pulling her into the shower with her. 
Molly grabbed the soap and tried to break it in half, 
but it didn't work. Instead it slipped out of her hands 
and fell with a thump to the floor of the shower. 
"Damn!" she said, trying to squat down to find it. It 
was too crowded though, and her face ended up right by 
Megan's pussy. 

Molly had the strangest urge to lick that pussy, but 
fought it down. She was astonished at the urge. She got 
out of the shower and reached in to retrieve the soap. 
"We'll have to share" she said, getting back in. She 
handed the soap to Megan. Megan, not understanding 
exactly, assumed she was supposed to soap up Molly's 
back, which was now turned toward her. She ran the soap 
over Molly's shoulders and back, then worked it in with 
her free hand while she handed the soap to Molly over 
her shoulder. 

Molly tensed up at the feel of her cousin's hand at 
first, then relaxed as she was handed the soap. She 
soaped up her breasts and stomach while Megan washed 
her back. When she turned around, Megan did too, and 
the process was repeated. 

The result was two horny girls, feeling soft stroking 
hands on their bodies, and their lust was intensified. 
Molly bit her lip, thinking about her brother coming 
home the next day. She had to find a way to get him 
alone... and soon!

Megan, though, was too horny to wait any longer and 
after a cursory washing of her breasts, she got her 
hand soapy and slid it between her legs. Her finger 
entered her pussy and she pulled upward to put pressure 
on her clit. Then she began finger-fucking herself with 
a vengeance. "Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as she began feeling 
the pleasure. 

"What?" asked Molly. Megan bent forward so she could 
reach her pussy better and Molly saw what she was 
doing. "MEGAN!" gasped Molly. 

"I can't help it!" moaned Megan. "I feel so horny!" 
Molly did too, but had tried to push it back. Now that 
her friend was rubbing off though, she let go of her 
control and grabbed the soap. 

Soon both girls were almost squatting as the water 
cascaded over them and they finger-fucked themselves. 

"Mmmmmmm!" moaned Molly as she felt herself getting 
close. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" chimed in Megan as she felt the first 
twinges of what she knew would make her pussy squirt. 

Then, like they had done everything all day, the two 
girls orgasmed at almost the same time. Each cried out 
as the water pelted down on them and their pussies 
squelched, their juices running out of them to be 
washed down the drain. They ended up leaned toward each 
other and then, suddenly they were hugging. And then, 
to the astonishment of both, their lips touched and 
they kissed a long, wet, slippery kiss that took both 
girls breath away. 

Almost as one they pushed away from each other. Wide 
eyes stared into each other's and they panted, trying 
to understand the feelings they were having. Finally 
Molly pushed the curtain back and stepped out. 

Megan turned off the water and, as she got out of the 
cubicle, Molly tossed her a towel. The girls dried 
themselves off first, then wrapped towels around their 
wet hair. Finally Molly spoke. 

"What do you suppose THAT was?" she asked 

"I don't know," admitted Megan. "Nothing like that has 
ever happened to me." 

"Me either," agreed Molly. "What do you think about 
it?" 

"I don't know," said Megan. "Are we lesbians?" 

"I don't FEEL like a lesbian," said Molly. 

"I don't know what a lesbian feels like, so how do you 
know you don't feel like one?" asked Megan. Molly felt 
a surge of panic. She didn't want to be a lesbian, but 
that kiss had sure been interesting. Suddenly she 
smiled. "Remember what Bobby was doing to you in the 
barn? I know I'm not a lesbian because I wouldn't mind 
it one little bit if he did that to me," she announced 
with pleasure. 

"Oh!" yipped Megan, who also didn't want to be a 
lesbian, but who had also enjoyed that kiss a great 
deal. "Why didn't I think of that? I loved having 
Bobby's penis in me. That means I'm not a lesbian 
either!" 

"At least you're lucky enough that your brother is 
sleeping in the same room with us tonight." said Molly. 

Megan turned around. "You mean you think I should...?" 
she asked. 

Molly giggled. "I know what I'd do it if was Chance. 
But if you don't want to, can I borrow him?" 

Megan thought about what had just happened in the 
shower and decided she'd like very much to have her 
brother's long hard prick up inside her belly again. 
The thought of him doing that with Molly didn't bother 
her so much, but she wanted to confirm in her own mind 
that that kiss she'd shared with Molly was just a kiss 
between cousins, and not something more. 

Megan smiled. "I'd love to sleep with him tonight. We'd 
never get that opportunity at home. And Chance will be 
home tomorrow, right? Can you wait until then?" 

Molly grinned. "I just rubbed off in the shower. I can 
rub off while you take care of that nice lump he was 
growing when we left. He may think it's kind of weird, 
but if I know boys, he'll make room in his bed for you, 
even if I'm there. 

That decided, the two girls helped each other dry their 
hair. They were still naked, but they no longer felt 
awkward about what had happened and chatted as they 
combed out each other's wet hair. Megan suggested that 
they'd better have on their sleepwear when they left 
the bathroom. 

So, fully clothed, they went out and, just to make sure 
the coast would be clear, they went to find Dee and 
Rudy. The adults were sitting at the kitchen table 
drinking coffee and talking. Megan hugged her father 
and kissed him good night, while Molly did the same to 
her mother. 

"Are you're sure it's going to work out with Bobby in 
the room with you?" Dee asked Molly. 

Molly nodded. "Yeah, I don't think it will be a 
problem. We're all pretty tired and he was already in 
bed when we went to take our showers. He's probably 
already asleep. I just hope he doesn't snore." 

"I'd be more worried about him sleep walking." said 
Rudy, grinning. "It might be pretty exciting if he did 
that and then got back in the wrong bed." 

Megan laughed. "He wouldn't stand a chance against the 
two of us Daddy. We'd have him pinned before he could 
do anything stupid." 

Rudy smiled. "That might be just what he was hoping 
for. I know if I woke up with two beautiful girls 
holding me down I'd just have to resign myself to doing 
whatever they told me to." He leered. "Of course I 
might have a couple of suggestions for them." 

Molly laughed. "Well then, Uncle Rudy, it's a good 
thing YOU aren't sleeping in there with us." She turned 
to her mother. "What time do we need to get up? I'll 
set the alarm." 

Dee thought about that. "Just get up whenever you wake 
up. Rudy and I are taking first shift with the horses, 
so you don't need to be up early, but there are some 
things you kids can do out in the garden until it's 
time to go pick up Chance." 

The girls darted a glance at each other. This was 
working out better than they had dreamed it could. They 
left the adults and went back down the hall to Molly's 
bedroom. To their surprise Molly had been right. Bobby 
WAS asleep already. 

Megan slipped out of her T shirt and panties and, 
naked, lifted the covers and climbed in with her 
brother. Molly turned out the light as soon as Megan 
was situated and got in her own bed. 


CHAPTER THREE


Bobby was having a nice dream, wherein a warm naked 
girl had climbed into bed with him and was spooning 
him, her hot breasts pressed into his back and her hand 
reaching around him to grasp his penis, which was 
satisfyingly hard. He knew the girl in his dream was 
Megan, because she smelled like Megan. 

He frowned in his dream. Could you smell things in a 
dream? He didn't think so. Could you wonder about 
whether or not you could smell in a dream... if you 
were dreaming? 

The girl's hand in his dream slicked along his boner 
and distracted him from the philosophical question he'd 
been trying to think about. It didn't matter. He 
decided to roll over in his dream and hug Megan. When 
he did she kissed him and made noises in her throat.

It was about that time that Bobby decided he wasn't 
actually dreaming. He came fully awake as he felt his 
cock nestle between his sister's legs and press into 
her pussy lips. "Megan?" he whispered. "What are you 
doing?" 

"What does it feel like I'm doing you ninny?" she 
whispered back. 

"You can't do that," he said to the girl who was 
obviously doing it anyway. "What about Molly?" 

"It's OK. I'll explain it in the morning. Right now I 
don't want to talk." she murmured.

Bobby lifted his head and looked across the dark lump 
that was Megan's head. His eyes were adjusted to the 
dark and he could see, by the stray light from the yard 
light that Molly was in her bed. Her head was turned 
toward him and there was a momentary glint, as of light 
reflecting off open eyes. There was movement under the 
sheet covering her and that movement was right about 
where her legs met her torso. It looked to Bobby like 
she might actually be masturbating. 

About then Megan reached between them and lifted her 
top leg. She grasped his cock and swabbed the tip 
between fiery hot pussy lips that were slick with the 
juices of her arousal. Molly had been right. Bobby's 
desire to sink his cock into Megan's pussy was so 
strong that it overcame his reluctance to do it in 
front, for all practical purposes, of Molly. He rolled, 
and landed on top of his sister, between thighs she had 
spread to make room for him. Silently she positioned 
his cock, and he surged upward, sheathing his rock hard 
rod in her belly in one long thrust. 

Megan couldn't suppress a groan of satisfaction as she 
was filled for only the second time in her life. There 
was still some pain, but it was sweet pain as she was 
stretched. The tip of Bobby's prick dug into something 
deep inside her that tingled and made her want to open 
herself wider so he could do that a lot and go even 
deeper, and she spread her legs wider, pulling her 
knees up to clamp them against his sides. 

Bobby was still aware of Molly, and even though he 
thought she must know what they were doing, he was 
reluctant to fuck Megan in the classic in and out style 
that would make the sheet covering them move in an 
obvious fashion. It felt just as good to press into her 
and soak. Something deep inside her was rubbing against 
the sensitive tip of his cock, and he knew that if he 
just kept doing that he'd have no trouble spurting. He 
tried to bring pressure to bear on Megan's clitty so 
she could cum too. 

It worked. Her thrusts up at him grew stronger and more 
frantic as she rubbed her clit against the base of his 
cock and reached for that special feeling. Her breath 
came in strong pants and she made little noises in her 
nose, her mouth tightly closed. Then she went rigid and 
her knees clamped hard against his sides before 
flopping outwards to land on the bed as she opened 
herself up to him completely. She was in that open, 
inviting position as his semen rushed through his cock 
to soak her womb in strong spurts that sucked all the 
energy out of him. 

Megan's lips found his and they breathed each other's 
exhales as they slowly sagged. Bobby put his hand in 
her back and rolled, turning her with him. Her leg 
reached across his hip and she snuggled up to him, 
kissing him some more. 

"Thank you," she whispered. 

"I should be thanking you," he said back softly. 

They both heard Molly's strained breathing as she 
rubbed furiously. She had just figured out that her 
cousins had cum, and that helped her reach her own 
orgasm. 

In ten minutes all three teens were asleep. 

Bobby woke again in the middle of the night, his arm 
lifeless where Megan's weight had cut off the 
circulation. In the process of trying to get it out 
from under her she woke too and reached for him again. 

They made love silently, this time with Megan lying on 
top of her brother, her legs straddling him. She had no 
trouble getting her cookies while Bobby lay there just 
feeling wonderful. Then she got his spunk flowing by 
whispering in his ear that she wanted to feel him 
spurting up inside her. 

This time they fell asleep with Megan still lying on 
top of him, her pussy firmly plugged with his cock. 
They lay there like that until they were shaken awake 
by Molly. 

"Get up you two. It's after eight. We wouldn't want 
them coming to get us up and finding you two like 
that." 

Bobby was horrified, but Megan lifted her head and said 
"I owe you Molly. It was the best night I ever had." 

Molly smiled. "I was so jealous I had to rub off three 
times. But I'm glad you had fun." 

Bobby's horror had faded when it became obvious that 
Molly wasn't horrified by what they'd done. Megan 
looked at her brother. "Molly and Chance do this too." 
she explained. "I found out last night." 

"You're kidding," said Bobby. 

"Not at all," said Molly. "I can't wait for him to get 
home." 

"She tried to borrow you last night," said Megan. "But 
I was stingy and wouldn't let her." 

Bobby was already hard with his morning woody. His cock 
had fallen out of Megan during their sleep, and was now 
rigidly poking between her thighs. The thought of being 
"borrowed" by Molly made him want to sheath it back in 
his sister. Or maybe Molly. That would be fun too. But 
Molly was right. If an adult came into the room right 
now the world might end. Megan threw back the sheet and 
climbed out of bed, leaving Bobby lying there naked in 
plain sight, his boner sticking up at a forty-five 
degree angle. 

Molly stared at it. "Oh Megan, it's beautiful. I've 
never seen one that wasn't circumcised. Chance's looks 
completely different. It's all knobby and rough 
looking, not smooth like Bobby's."

Bobby felt the strongest urge to cover his cock with 
his hands, but, under the circumstances, that would be 
silly. Instead, he let his cousin look. Molly exerted 
some self control. "Cover that thing up or we'll never 
get out of here." she said. Then she pulled Megan by 
the hand. "You need another shower. You smell like 
sex," she said. 

They left the room to let Bobby get up and get dressed 
while they took care of their morning ablutions. At 
breakfast Dee said that she and Rudy would take care of 
the breeding that morning. She gave Molly a list of 
things that were needed from town. The gardening 
wouldn't take long with all three of them working at 
it. Bobby could drive the pickup and carry the heavier 
items, like feed sacks and the fifty pound bag of 
flour. With all three youngsters shopping they could 
get it all done and still pick up Chance at the bus 
station, where he was due about noon. 

Molly was very excited. 

The gardening went well, except that the girls teased 
Bobby mercilessly. They talked about sex like Bobby 
wasn't there, comparing notes out loud about what they 
liked the most when their brothers mated with them. 
Bobby's prick was stiff the whole time. 

Then it was time to go to town and the kids piled in 
the old truck and took off in a cloud of dust. 

Meanwhile, down in the breeding pen, Dee looked at Rudy 
and he grinned. She shook her head. 

"Rudy, I've never done much of the prepping. Tom always 
did that in the past, and I helped. I have to tell you 
right now that handling those big horse cocks does 
something to me, and I may act a little strange. But 
just don't pay any attention if I say things I 
shouldn't."

 Rudy could imagine what it must be like for a woman to 
fondle a horse cock. He looked at his beautiful sister-
in-law and grinned. "I'll only pay attention to what 
you want me to pay attention to." In his mind's eye he 
heard Dee saying she needed a nice long, hard cock. 
That was something he would be tempted to pay attention 
to. 

The first two sets of horses went well. Rudy liked 
talking to the excited stallions and calming them with 
strokes on their muzzles. It was, indeed, unforgettable 
to see the males jump and then hump the mares. For the 
first time the term "humping" made perfect sense. Dee 
was flushed, but it was a warm day, and she spent a lot 
of time bent over or working her arms, so that didn't 
seem strange to him. 

She started out using rubber gloves, but they were too 
big for her and she took them off, throwing them in a 
corner. When she stood up after prepping the third 
stallion she was sweating freely. She unbuttoned one 
button of her blouse and then pulled the cloth back and 
forth, fanning it to cool herself. She was breathing 
hard. On the fourth stallion Dee started making noises. 
She took a long time and Rudy leaned around the horse 
to see her running her hands up and down the stallion's 
rock hard penis three or four times.

"Dee?" he said to get her attention. She turned her 
head toward him and eyes were strange looking. 

"Huh?" she responded. 

"I think he's clean," said Rudy. Dee's head jerked and 
she pulled her hands off of the big cock. 

"Uh... yeah," she said. 

Dee was breathing fast when she stood up, like she'd 
just run somewhere. She swayed as the stallion mounted 
the mare and slammed his two foot prick into her. Rudy 
saw what Megan had been talking about when the stallion 
jumped off too soon and a stream of clear semen shot 
into the dust. 

Dee said, "Oh shit!" and Rudy knew she'd seen it too. 
Rudy took the stallion back to his stall and got the 
next one out. Dee was already in the breeding pen and 
had put the mare in the chute when he got back. 

This stallion was bigger than the rest and was already 
excited. Rudy spoke softly to him and stroked his neck, 
but he still stomped his hooves in the dust. "Careful," 
said Rudy. "This one's a little eager." 

"Umm," was all he heard from Dee, who had sat down on 
the stool. Again Rudy leaned over to see how she was 
doing, and this time her hands just kept moving along 
that stallion's long hard penis. Her breathing got 
ragged. She was really squeezing that thing too, and 
the horse started to dance even more. She seemed to be 
in a kind of dream-like state, unaware of what was 
going on around her. Rudy had visions of her being 
stomped and was about to yell at her when, all of a 
sudden, there was this fire-hose kind of event from 
under the horse. 

She'd jerked that eighteen inch prick one too many 
times, and it was pointed right at her when it went 
off. 

One thing Rudy learned that day was that horses produce 
a lot of semen when they ejaculate. Now the term "a 
lot" is relative in many ways. "A lot" of clothing 
might be the three shirts you wear, one on top of the 
other, in the winter time to keep warm. That's "a lot" 
of clothing. And if you sat down to a chicken dinner 
and somebody served you a whole chicken, that's "a lot" 
of chicken. And a virile man might produce "a lot" of 
semen when he ejaculates, and that might be three 
quarters of an ounce. In the real world, that's "a lot" 
of semen. 

Human semen, anyway. 

Horses produce amounts of semen that are proportionally 
larger than their penises are to human penises. To 
follow the same analogies, if horse semen were winter 
clothing, you'd be so warmly dressed you wouldn't be 
able to move. And if it were chicken... Well, it 
wouldn't even BE chicken. We're talking more like 
Ostrich. That's why Rudy thought of it as a "fire-hose" 
type of event. 

When she got hit she was so surprised she leaned back 
on that little three legged stool, and horse goo 
splashed just every-fucking-where. I mean it was like 
there was somebody under there with one of those 
'Super-Jumbo-two-gallon-backpack-mounted-summertime-for 
use only in the pool-squirt-cannons' and they had just 
water-cannoned her but good. 

She was soaked. It hit her right about at the top 
button of her blouse, but it got her face, her hair, 
her blouse, her arms and the legs of Rudy's jeans just 
soaked. She spluttered and her arms waved and she fell 
backwards off the stool onto the hay, like she was 
having a seizure or something and the horse - and Rudy 
would swear to his dying day this was true - the horse 
let out a big long sigh, stepped to the left, and 
relaxed all of a sudden. 

That put the horse right over Dee when round two 
rocketed out. Rudy saw it sort of drift on the wind for 
a split second, a long thumb-thick line of that watery 
looking fluid that hung, suspended above his sister-in-
law, who was lying on her back on the hay, her jeans-
clad legs spread and up off the ground, like she was 
waiting for her lover but had forgotten to take off her 
pants. Then it descended and the crotch of those jeans 
turned dark as they were soaked too. 

In a line from crotch to chin that second shot splashed 
on her already wet body. It was eerily quiet. Dee went 
as limp as a sock full of marbles. Rudy looked down at 
his semen-splattered legs. He pushed the stallion back 
to the right and bent over Dee to see if she was OK. 
Her eyes opened and she looked at him, upside down. 

Then, in the most normal voice you could even imagine, 
she said "Damn, now we'll have to let him charge again 
before we can breed him." 

"Are you OK?" Rudy asked. 

"I'm all icky," she said, still looking at him upside 
down. Her eyes went to the wet stains on the legs of 
his jeans. "You're kind of icky too." she added. 

She sat up with his help and looked around, sort of 
dazed. "We need a shower," she said. 

Rudy helped her stand up. She looked around, still 
dazed. "It's a good thing the kids are gone. What would 
they say if they saw us like this?" 

"I expect they'd laugh and tell the story for years to 
come," said Rudy. 

Rudy helped her stand up and she took his hand and 
pulled him toward the bunkhouse, which was closer than 
the big house. There wasn't anybody in there. They were 
alone on the ranch. She pulled him to the shower room, 
which was a big tiled room with three shower heads 
sprouting from the walls, and started taking her soaked 
clothes off. 

Rudy just watched in awe as she took off first the 
boots, and then she got her blouse off, baring tight 
high-riding breasts that were so firm the only time she 
needed a bra was when she rode horses. Her nipples were 
dark and Rudy licked his lips looking at them. She 
seemed to have forgotten he was in the room. She turned 
on one of the showers. Then she pushed her jeans and 
panties down and stepped out of them. 

Like they had done this a hundred times Dee turned to 
him. She didn't tell him to get undressed. He was just 
standing there, his hands hanging at his sides. 

Dee undressed her brother-in-law, taking his shirt off 
first. Her hands flitted across his muscular chest and 
she hummed. Then she knelt and unbuckled his belt, her 
face only inches from the lump that would soon be 
exposed if she continued to undress him. When she 
jerked his jeans down and the evidence that he found 
her nakedness attractive was exposed, it popped up and 
slapped his abdomen like it had been spring loaded, a 
catapult made of flesh that sent a little ball of pre-
cum flying up into the air.

Dee stopped and stared at it and said "I shouldn't be 
doing this Rudy. Cathy would be really mad at me if she 
were here." 

By now Rudy was as thoroughly aroused as Dee was. They 
had flirted for years, and their hugs had been close 
and more than just friendly. "Cathy's not here." he 
said. "You're even more beautiful than I thought you'd 
be." he said, his voice husky. 

"Bastard," she said, still looking at his prick. "You 
were supposed to talk me out of this." 

Then her hands came up and she stroked his penis, just 
like she had stroked the stallion's penis only a few 
minutes ago. 

"If you keep doing that you're going to have another 
accident," said Rudy, bending backward. 

Dee stopped, and let go of him and, for a few seconds, 
Rudy thought she'd gotten control of herself and was 
going to break it off. But, instead, she pushed his 
jeans down further. "Kick your shoes off." she ordered, 
and when he did he lifted a foot so she could get the 
leg off of it. Then the other one and suddenly he was 
standing dressed only in socks. He leaned over and 
pulled them off as she stood up. Her bush was right in 
front of his face, and he looked at it longingly. 

When he stood up Dee was staring at him, hot-eyed. Then 
she tugged him toward the flowing water. She grabbed a 
bar of soap and pressed it to his chest, rubbing it in 
a circle over his hard pecks. She was humming again. 
Her hair was wet now, and it hung down in strings 
across her face. Rudy reached up and pushed her wet 
hair off of her cheek, and her blue eyes looked up into 
his. 

"I have to wash you," she said, panting. "I got stuff 
on you." 

"Well, if you're so busy doing that, then maybe I 
should wash you," he said. He took the soap from her 
and lathered up his hands while she slid hers all over 
his upper body. When his hands were thick with slippery 
lather he put them on her shoulders and then slid them 
directly to her breasts. She moaned. He'd wanted to see 
her breasts naked for years, and now they were in his 
hands Her nipples were dark brown, set on lighter 
areolas and they were as big as his little fingertip. 
They were also standing at attention like an honor 
guard Marine. 

Dee washed lower and lower, sinking slowly down to her 
knees. She stared at his erect prick. It was pointing 
up, like an anti-aircraft gun looking for a target. Her 
soapy hands slid closer and closer until suddenly, she 
was... prepping her sister's husband. 

She heard him groan as the ecstasy of what she was 
doing flooded his brain and he unconsciously arched his 
back, shoving his prick closer to his sister-in-law's 
face.

She whimpered as she stroked him. "So long," she 
whispered. "So hard." 

"Hard for you." he said. Dee pulled and Rudy sank down 
to where she was kneeling. She kept pushing until he 
was laid out on his back on the cool tiles. She stared 
at his clean, wet prick and licked her lips. She knew 
she shouldn't, but she couldn't control herself. As 
Rudy looked up at her, Dee scrambled over him, 
squatting until her pussy was right over his cock. She 
leaned over and fisted it one more time, notched it in 
her pussy, and sank down, filling her pussy with Rudy's 
cock. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as the end of his prick 
kissed her cervix. 

"Ooohh yeaaahhhhh," groaned Rudy, as his cock was 
enveloped in hot slippery pussy.

Rudy had never cheated on Cathy before. He wouldn't 
have thought about cheating with anybody else except 
Dee. Their friendship had, for many years, been deeper 
and more intimate than most men have with a woman not 
their wife, or a woman has with a man, not her husband. 
They had felt the pull of sexual interest between them, 
and had even teased each other about it. But neither 
had ever thought they'd end up like this. 

Rudy was longer than Tom, and the head of his cock went 
places no cock had ever been in her. She felt pain as 
her cervix was abused, but it was a sweet pain that she 
decided she loved. It had been a long time since she 
had felt any of the things she was feeling now.

For Rudy, it was like making love to a teenager. She 
was so tight and her slim body was so light that she 
felt like a sixteen year old to him. When he felt his 
cock press hard into her cervix her hands came down on 
his chest. Her hips slid toward his face, and then 
reversed themselves with alarming violence, sliding 
back toward his feet. Again he felt the tip of his cock 
dig into the opening to her womb and she wailed, 
howling like a cat in heat. Her hips were jerking so 
hard that Rudy was sure she was going to slide 
completely off him. 

Then she slowed, finding that place where his cock tip 
tickled her cervix and, while she wiggled on it, she 
leaned over to kiss him. Her wet hair hung down and 
stuck to his face as her pussy began to flutter and 
ripple. 

"I'm cumming Rudy," she groaned into his mouth. "I'm 
cumming all over that beautiful prick of yours." 

She wiggled more and began to shake. Rudy felt the tip 
of his cock slip between tight inner lips and he knew 
he was almost in her womb. It was too much to resist. 
With a bellow he let his balls jump and jerk as he shot 
Dee's womb full of his thick, rich seed. 

"Ohhh Deeee," he moaned, as his cock jerked and spat 
another rope of baby makers into her. 

"Ohhh fuck me Rudy," she answered him back, wiggling 
more and planting the head of his cock even deeper into 
her belly. Then she lay down on his chest as the water 
beat over them, limp and satisfied. 

Dee didn't want to move, but she didn't know how long 
they'd been at it, and it was possible the kids could 
be coming back any time. With a sigh she pulled herself 
off of Rudy. She offered him her hand and pulled him 
up. They rinsed off and then toweled dry in silence. 

"You OK?" he asked. 

"Actually, I'm wonderful," she said. 

"What are we going to do for clothes?" asked Rudy.

Dee went to the door of the bunkhouse. Her naked hips 
rose and fell as she padded over there and Rudy 
couldn't help but admire her slim athletic lines. She 
opened the door and looked out. 

"I don't see the pickup, and I don't see any dust on 
the road. How do you feel about streaking to the 
house?" 

Like kids they ran, hand in hand, laughing. Rudy's feet 
were too tender for the tough grass and gravel and he 
hopped around, complaining. 

When they got to the porch and into the front door Dee 
hugged him. "I want to do it again, but we don't have 
time." she said. She looked at him seriously. "We 
really shouldn't have done that should we Rudy?" 

"I think you needed it, and I know I enjoyed it. Let's 
just give it a little time and then we can talk about 
it and make decisions," he said. 

"OK," she said. "That's fair." Then they went and got 
dressed in dry clothes. 

***

In town the kids hurried through the shopping. They 
packed the back of the truck so that there was an aisle 
down the middle. Molly said that somebody would have to 
ride in the back, and that way they could lie down and 
get out of the wind. 

"I wonder who that will be?" asked Megan, laughing. 

"He's been gone so long" whined Molly. "And you two got 
to take care of your urges. It's only fair that Chance 
and I have an opportunity to... talk," she ended. 

Bobby chuckled. "It's going to be too loud back there 
to talk. You may have to communicate in some other 
way." 

Molly's cheeks pinked up. "I'm sure we'll think of 
something." 

They had been parked at the bus station for almost an 
hour when the big red white and blue bus pulled in. 
Molly jumped up and down, her large breasts bobbing 
under the T shirt she had worn. They were obviously 
contained in a bra, but they still bounced. 

People began stepping off the bus, leaning this way and 
that, stretching from sitting in one position for a 
long period of time. A tall sandy haired young man 
wearing jeans and a cowboy hat stepped down and Molly 
squealed. 

Chance was a big boy, over six feet tall, and well 
built. He had a ready smile, which spread across his 
face as he saw his sister running toward him. He caught 
her up in a hug and swung her around in a circle. 

"Hey baby sister," he said, kissing her neck under her 
flying hair. She'd left it loose because she knew he 
liked it that way and it flowed around them, almost 
like a cape. 

"I missed you so much," she said into his own neck. 

Then she pushed him back. "Guess what? Bobby and Megan 
are here!" 

She pulled him toward the siblings, who had stayed 
where they were to guard the truck, even though it 
didn't need guarding in that small community. 

"Oh," he said, dejectedly. "I mean I'm glad to see them 
and all, but I hoped you'd pick me up alone." 

"Don't worry," she said. "I have so much to tell you." 

Then chance saw Megan and his interest perked up. He 
was thinking of how good it would be to spurt inside 
Molly again. He'd dated at school, but didn't try to 
have sex with any of the girls. It was too much hassle, 
as far as he was concerned. But he knew a good looking 
girl when he saw one, and Megan fit that bill 
perfectly. She was smiling and Chance took in her 
curves, appreciating the swell of her breasts that were 
smaller than his sisters, but still nice humps in her 
shirt. He looked over at Bobby and was startled at how 
much he'd grown since Chance last saw him. 

"Hey guys," he said as they approached his cousins. 

"Boy am I glad you're here," said Megan, giving him a 
hug. His prick had already started to awaken as soon as 
he saw Molly. It continued to stiffen as Megan pressed 
her body against his. "I was beginning to think Molly 
would jump Bobby's bones." She giggled. 

Chance stepped back, looking at all of them. "What's 
going on here?" he asked warily. 

Molly jumped up and down, her breasts bobbing again. 
"They know about us," she said. He couldn't figure out 
why she would be happy about that until she went on. 
"They do it too Chance! They did it in my room last 
night! I got so horny. I'm SO glad you're back." 

The mental image of Bobby humping Megan finished the 
job on Chance's cock and his jeans bulged as he had to 
move his prick around to accommodate its growth. 

"Wow," he said, not knowing what else to say. 

"They're going to be in the front on the way back 
home." Molly half pointed to the truck. "We saved a 
place where you and I can ride in the back... lying 
down." 

Chance wasn't to sure about that. This was all a little 
new to him. "We'll see." he said carefully. 

"Don't worry," piped Megan. "We won't watch." Her hand 
was behind her back and her fingers were crossed. She 
knew what Bobby's prick looked like, and had seen a lot 
of horse cocks, but she wondered about that description 
Molly had given of Chance's rough, gnarled organ. 
"Besides, I have to help Bobby drive. He's a terrible 
driver. I bet it... bounces you two around back there." 
she ended with a giggle. 

There was a thick layer of hay in the little slot that 
had been left for the "riders" to use, and that had 
been covered with a horse blanket. It wasn't wide 
enough for two people to lie side by side, unless they 
were pressed firmly against each other. Molly climbed 
in and sat upright, though. She knew they'd need to do 
that until they got out of town. Chance crawled in too, 
and Bobby put his bags just in front of the tailgate. 
It made a nice, private space for Molly to welcome 
Chance home. 

While they were sitting up, and once the Bobby got the 
truck going with a grind of the gears, Chance relaxed a 
little. "Are you sure about this?" he loudly over the 
wind and road noises.


CHAPTER FOUR


Molly was already reaching behind her, up into her 
shirt, to unsnap her bra. "They did it right next to me 
in your old bed!" she yelled back. "Your room is still 
full of junk, so Mom moved your bed into my room. Megan 
and I were supposed to sleep in one bed and Bobby in 
the other, but it didn't work out that way." 

Molly reached into her shirt and pulled on the bra, 
sliding her arms inside through the arm holes. Her hand 
appeared out of the bottom of the shirt with her bra in 
it. By this time they had reached the outskirts of town 
and were turning onto the gravel county road that led 
toward the ranch. Joyfully Molly pushed the shirt up to 
her neck, exposing her large succulent breasts to her 
brother's view. Her back was to the cab. 

"I want you to suck my titties," she yelled. "Nobody's 
sucked my titties since you left." 

"They'd better not have" growled Chance, reaching for 
his sister. 

Bobby actually kept his eyes front most of the time, 
only occasionally checking the rear view mirror. When 
he saw Molly's shirt come off he told Megan. She turned 
around excitedly and stared unabashedly through the 
dirty back window of the truck. 

"I thought you said you weren't going to watch," said 
Bobby, grinning. 

"I lied," admitted Megan. 

Then she described how things happened. She told how 
Molly tried to get undressed while her brother crawled 
over her, also trying to get his jeans down and his 
shirt off. Then she described how Molly was on her 
back, her shorts and panties hanging off of one ankle 
as Chance, unable to take his boots off, just shoved 
his pants down far enough to free his dick. 

"Oooooo, it IS all rough looking," said Megan as 
Chance's prick came into view. "And it's really hard 
and BIG!" 

"Now he's over her... now he's putting it in... OH! 
Bobby! He just shoved it right in her! He must be 
splitting her open!... No, she's kissing him... UH OH 
STOP!" screamed Megan. 

"WHAT HAPPENED?! yelled Bobby hitting the brakes. 

"Chance's shirt just blew out of the back of the truck. 
Back up!" 

Chance's face suddenly appeared at the back window, his 
mouth open as he shouted, wanting to know why they'd 
stopped. 

The window was down and Bobby yelled out of it as he 
backed up "YOUR SHIRT!" 

Bobby could see it in the side mirror, lying on the 
gravel road, a splash of color in an otherwise dreary 
landscape. When he stopped he jumped out and Megan 
jumped out too and they both raced for the shirt. 
Megan, at the top of her lungs, yelled "KEEP GOING, 
WE'RE JUST GETTING YOUR SHIRT!" 

Bobby got to the shirt first and Megan, laughing, 
pointed at the truck. It was rocking on it's springs 
and making a creaking sound. Bobby and Megan snuck up 
to the tailgate and peeked in, to see Chance's naked 
buttocks bobbing between Molly's spread thighs as he 
lustily drove in and out of his sister's pussy with his 
dick. They could see his low hanging balls, swaying and 
slapping Molly's buttocks as she thrust upward against 
every lunge. Molly was moaning and crying out her 
pleasure. Chance only made a grunting noise every time 
he thrust into his little sister. 

"OH YES!" screamed Molly as she had an orgasm. 

"Ooohhhhh Noooooo!" groaned Chance as his balls gave up 
and powered his jism deep into his sister's slot. He'd 
wanted to go a lot longer than this, but he was just to 
excited. 

"It's OK," soothed Molly. "It's a long way home. We 
have time to do it again." 

Bobby nudged Megan, whose eyes were big and round as 
she got a close-up view of Chance jerking his cock into 
his sister as it sprayed it's precious load hard. He 
pointed toward the front of the truck and mouthed "Come 
on". 

They got back in and started the truck moving again. 
Bobby still had the shirt and he handed it to Megan. 

"Are you hard?" asked his sister. 

"Yeah," he said, steering around a big hole in the 
road. 

"Can I see?" she asked. 

"While I'm DRIVING?" he asked incredulously. 

"I just want to see," she whined. 

"OK," he said. 

Her hands flashed to his pants and fought with belt, 
button and zipper until he put both feet on the floor 
and raised his butt so she could wiggle his pants down 
to his thighs. His boner stuck up toward the wheel. 

Suddenly he saw Megan's head... the BACK of her head, 
dive under his right arm and stop in his lap. He felt 
her hot mouth engulf the head of his cock. 

"MEGAN!" he yelped. "You just said you wanted to see!" 

She dragged her mouth off his cock, sucking and 
slurping long enough to say "I lied." and then went 
back for more. Bobby could see that one of her hands 
was in the waistband of her now open shorts. She was 
rubbing herself as she sucked on his cock. 

In the back, Chance had been delighted to find that 
even though he'd spewed Molly full of creamy cum, he 
stayed hard as a rock. He had, after all, missed her 
too. Molly was even happier, because the erratic 
movement of the truck meant that Chance could stay deep 
inside her and the truck made his body move and rub her 
clitty in the most delicious manner. She gritted her 
teeth in a happy grimace as she came again, her body 
bouncing under Chance's. When he was fucking her he 
couldn't get to her breasts, which, in his hurry, he 
had neglected, so Molly brought her own fingers up and 
squeezed and pulled at her turgid nips, intensifying 
her orgasm. 

Bobby, feeling he was about to shoot off in his 
sister's mouth, braked and pulled her hair to get her 
off of him. He didn't want to cum in her mouth. Not 
this time. She looked up in surprise and he barked "Get 
your shorts off." 

Megan giggled and sat back up, raising her hips off the 
seat and sliding shorts and panties down. She kicked 
them off on the floorboard and sat back down, naked 
from the waist down. She spread her legs and frigged 
her pussy. 

"Get out." commanded Bobby as they stopped. Once 
outside they couldn't lie down, because of the dirt and 
gravel. So Bobby pushed Megan against the fender of the 
old truck and took her from behind. They'd never done 
it this way and Megan had to back up, her hands still 
on the fender, and bend over, spreading her legs and 
wagging her butt at her brother. She looked something 
like a half naked felon being arrested. Bobby, seeing 
his target exposed, aimed his prick at her dripping 
pussy lips and moved up against her. He couldn't see, 
but fisted his prick, nosing it around until he felt 
her cleft, and the shoved his hips forward. 

"Ooooohhhh Yeeaahhhhh!" moaned Megan as she was filled. 
In this position his cock didn't rub her clit, so she 
took one hand off the truck and stuck it between her 
legs, pressing and squeezing her clit while he began to 
slide in and out. The truck rocked and both teens 
looked to see Chance's and Molly's heads appear over 
the roof of the truck. 

"What are you guys doing?" asked Molly, giggling. 

"I guess you were right," said Chance. 

Shortly he had Molly bent over the roof, fucking her 
from behind too, while they watched Megan toss her head 
and moan her way through an orgasm. Then Bobby 
stiffened and thrust up and forward, just like the 
stallions they'd seen the day before, as he unloaded 
his baby makers into Megan's belly. 

Chance wasn't far behind and Molly cooed as she felt 
her pussy being bathed again with hot, wet spunk. 

Over her shoulder she smiled at him. "I've missed you 
so much Chance," she said, sounding just as happy as a 
lark. 

"And I'm not even close to showing you how much yet," 
she added, reaching to him for another kiss.

***

Dee and Rudy had gotten dressed and then fixed 
something to eat, since it was getting close to lunch. 
They talked about what had happened over lunch. 

"I don't know whether to be sorry or not," confessed 
Dee. "I've been attracted to you since we dated. I only 
bowed out because it was my sister who wanted you." 

"I'd feel worse except that Cathy told me I could keep 
dating you if I wanted to when we first started going 
out. She said life wasn't fair, and that if two girls 
loved the same guy they should be able to settle down 
with him and all live happily ever after." 

"You're Joking!" gasped Dee. "MY sister said that?" 

"Yup," said Rudy. "Course that was a long time ago. She 
might look at things differently now. But I feel a 
little guilty about Tom." 

"Don't feel too bad," she said. "A horse kicked him 
twelve years ago and he hasn't made love to me since." 

"Twelve YEARS?" Rudy gasped. "You haven't had sex in 
twelve YEARS?! Why didn't you say something?" asked 
Rudy. "We didn't know." 

"Cathy knew," said Dee, frowning. "I told her all about 
it. Tom's testicles were crushed and he hasn't had any 
sex drive since then. He can't even get an erection. 
Why wouldn't Cathy tell you about that?" she mused. 

"I don't know," said Rudy. "When I left she said... you 
know what she said Dee? She said I should do whatever 
you needed and take care of you while Tom was gone. You 
don't suppose she..." 

Dee was looking stunned. "I can't believe it. You think 
she WANTED this to happen?" Then she sat back in her 
chair. "You know, you just might have something there. 
It would be just like her to think I had gone long 
enough without." 

"Um... I don't mean to be indelicate... but... you did 
sort of go wild." 

Dee ignored him. "Is Cathy at work right now?" 

"Yeah, why?" 

"I want to talk to that girl." said Dee. "But I can't 
do it while she's at work. I'll have to wait until 
tonight." 

"So what do we do in the meantime?" asked Rudy. 

"What do you mean?" 

"We have more breeding to do this afternoon," he said. 

Dee looked at him, her eyes calculating. "You enjoyed 
it Rudy." 

"Of course I did," he admitted. "I'm a man. Men love 
doing that. But I don't want to do anything that would 
come between you and Cathy, or ME and Cathy, or you and 
Tom for that matter." 

"Try not to kill me with all the compliments," said Dee 
grumpily. "You think if we breed this afternoon I'll 
lose control again." 

Rudy sighed, "I'd be HOPING you lost control again." 

Dee stuck out her chin. "Well I won't. So THERE!" 

"You're acting like a teenager Dee," said Rudy. 

"Well, only because you MADE me feel like one. I 
haven't felt like that since I WAS a teenager!" 

Rudy grinned. "I am built like a stud horse, aren't I." 
He made a show of preening. 

Dee laughed. "Look at us. What a pair we are. Little 
miss hot pussy and mister big dick." She giggled. Then 
she got serious. "Maybe we can both work on controlling 
our urges. I mean we owe it to... them... to at least 
try, right?" 

"Yeah, we do," said Rudy. 

"Besides, the kids will probably be back before it gets 
too bad and we... do anything," she said. 

"Yean... right," said Rudy. 

When they got to the breeding pen again and Dee was 
ready to prep the first stud Rudy said "Maybe if we 
joke around it will help." 

Dee positioned the stool and bucket. "We can always 
try." 

Rudy waited until she got busy swabbing the big penis. 
"So, I wouldn't feel bad if I were you," he said. "I 
mean it takes a while to get used to dealing with a 
penis that huge. I know it took Cathy a long time to 
get used to it." 

Dee had been thinking about how smooth and hard the 
penis was she was stroking. But she was trying to 
listen to Rudy too, to distract herself. She put the 
rag in the bucket and stood up while Rudy led the 
stallion to the mare. 

"What?" she said, looking at him. "What about Cathy?" 

"It took her a while to get used to handling something 
as big as that." He pointed at the stallion, which was 
about ready to mount the mare. 

"When did she ever do that?" asked Dee, confused. 

"When she decided to marry ME!" he laughed. 

Dee bent over and picked up a handful of hay and dirt. 
She threatened to throw it at him. "Very funny mister 
big shot. Or should I call you big dick?" Now she 
laughed. "I've heard people called Big John and Big 
Jack and even Big Bill, but never Big Dick" 

The stallion jumped and humped. The mare whinnied. 

Both watched as the stud slammed into the mare five or 
six times and grunted, before falling back to the 
ground. His penis hung down, dripping. 

"Oh my goodness," said Dee. "It doesn't matter how many 
times I see that, it still makes me feel..." She turned 
to Rudy. "And joke all you want, but it's not that easy 
to touch something so... so... so male." 

"Surely it's not that bad," said Rudy. 

"When was the last time you handled a foot long iron 
hard cock?" asked Dee. She immediately wished she 
hadn't said it. 

"Well, that would have been the last time Cathy was 
upset with me and made me sleep on the couch." he said 
grinning. 

"I asked for that," she said, shaking her head. 

"You did?" he quipped. "No wonder Cathy sent me up here 
alone." 

Dee knew she should quit while she was behind. "Joking 
around isn't going to help if you joke around about 
something that felt so good in me about an hour ago." 

"That's probably why the only jokes I can think of 
involve a penis," he said. "All I can think about is 
where my own was an hour ago." 

Dee smiled a wry smile. "Well we can't think about 
that. We have breeding to do." 

"Just exactly what I had in mind." Rudy smiled widely 
as he grabbed his crotch. 

Dee slapped his chest, but it wasn't a hard touch. 
"Don't tempt me. I'm very vulnerable right now. 
Handling a REAL cock has gotten me all excited. You 
better keep it in your pants, buster. I wouldn't want 
to be disappointed at how tiny it is... by 
comparison... and hurt your feelings." 

Rudy grabbed his chest with both hands and leaned 
backwards, like he'd been shot. "Yes ma'am." 

They got back to work and did two more pairs of horses. 
With each succeeding prep the look in Dee's eyes got a 
little wilder though. She was sweating now, and as they 
watched the last pair breed she unbuttoned two buttons 
of her blouse. They put those horses up and brought in 
another pair. This time, when Dee washed the long hard 
cock in her hands, it seemed to take longer, and Rudy 
craned his neck to see what was happening. He saw Dee's 
arms moving as she swabbed the prick in her hand 
several times. 

"Dee?" he said. 

She didn't look up and her response was only, "Hmm?" 

"You about done there?" he asked. 

Her head jerked and she pulled her hands away from the 
penis. She stood up shakily and almost tripped over the 
stool. Rudy led the stallion to the mare and it hopped 
up and entered her immediately. Rudy stepped back and 
felt Dee's hands on his waist, pulling. 

"Don't get too close," she said from behind him. 

"He was quick," said Rudy. The feel of Dee's hands on 
his waist made him want to turn around and put his 
hands on her waist, but he resisted. He was really 
trying to give her all the options. If Cathy really had 
sent him up here thinking he could give Dee what Tom 
couldn't, she should have said something to him about 
it. 

The stallion jumped back off the mare and Rudy caught 
the halter rope. He turned to see Dee standing rigidly, 
her eyes a little glassy. Finally she went to the mare 
and got ready to take her back to her stall. 

The next time Rudy had to pull Dee off the stallion's 
cock when she wouldn't answer his questions. The only 
way he could do that was to reach through her arm pits 
and pull her back. There was just no way he could do 
that without ending up with his hands full of her 
breasts. She stumbled to her feet and pressed back 
against him, grinding her butt into his hard-on.

The stallion found his way to the mare and bred her. 
Rudy held his sister-in-law, his hands still covering 
her breasts as they watched the mare get bred. "Hey," 
he said into her ear. She was trembling and her hands 
had come up to cover his. She wasn't trying to remove 
his hands from her braless breasts. Her hands felt warm 
and soft on top of his. "Are you OK? Do you need to 
take a break?" 

"I'm hornier than a sixteen year old virgin in a dildo 
factory," said Dee. "Let's do another one." 

"Maybe we need to take a break," he insisted. He 
couldn't make himself let go of those soft breasts. 

She turned in his arms, her hands going behind his back 
to pull him against her. "Maybe you need to kiss me 
Rudy," said his smoky-eyed sister-in-law. 

"I thought we were only going to tease each other," he 
said. Feeling her against him was making him hot. His 
dick started to fill with blood. 

"I think you're a bald faced liar." she said, her mouth 
only inches from his.
 
"What?" he asked. 

"About not wanting to fuck me again. Rudy no man has 
ever made me feel like that. You couldn't have made me 
feel that way and not enjoyed it yourself." 

"I admitted I enjoyed it," he said. "I didn't lie about 
that." 

"Yeah, but I think you came here gunning for me," she 
said. "I remember that hug when you got here. I bet 
you've got a hard-on right now." 

"No I don't," said Rudy. Technically it wasn't 
completely hard yet. 

Dee ground her mound against the front of his jeans. "I 
think you're lying. I think I'd better take a look, 
though, because I hate thinking that my favorite 
brother-in-law would be a low-down liar." 

"I'm your only brother-in-law Dee." he said, shoving 
his hardening prick against her crotch. 

"All the more important that we don't have this 
misunderstanding," she said. She licked her lips. 

"OK, I might have fudged just a little," he said 
softly. It was his last attempt to joke... to break the 
mood... to give her time to stop. 

She didn't. Instead she sank to her knees and unbuckled 
his belt. She ran her hands over the outside of his 
jeans, stroking the lump there. Then she unbuttoned and 
unzipped the jeans. They fit tightly around his butt 
and he had to help her slide them past that 
obstruction. She clawed at his briefs until his prick 
sprang out, bobbing in front of her face. 

"Ohhhhh" she said in a sad voice. "I've missed you." 
she said to the penis in her hand. Her hand wrapped 
around it and she skinned the foreskin back, exposing 
the purplish head. "It's only been two hours and I 
almost forgot what you looked like." Her hands went to 
his balls, which were hanging low. She hefted them as 
if she were weighing them. "Hi fellas," she said to 
them. "Did you make up another nice big batch of 
goodies for me?" Her eyes slid up to his as he stared 
down into her eyes. 

"I don't care if Cathy sent you up here to service me 
or not," she said. Keeping eye contact with him, she 
opened her mouth and slid it over the head of his cock. 
Rudy saw her cheeks collapse inward as she sucked. 
Leaving her mouth on him she unbuttoned the rest of the 
buttons on her shirt and shrugged it off, dropping it 
on the hay behind her. Then she pulled off his cock and 
stood up, tearing at the buttons of Rudy's shirt and 
pulling the halves apart so she could press her naked 
breasts against his chest. She reached up for a kiss 
and when it was over she whispered, "We have breeding 
to do Rudy." 

He crushed his mouth to hers, no longer capable of 
resisting her charms. He threw off his shirt and leaned 
over to pull his jeans off. 

They didn't go anywhere. She dragged him to a stall 
that was full of hay bales and spread out a tarp on the 
loose hay that was on the floor. Both of them stripped 
naked in almost no time and, accompanied by the whinny 
of a mare being bred, Dee accepted Rudy's cock into her 
body again. He covered her, pressing her down, pinning 
her to the ground with his sexual spike and she loved 
it. She made noises... happy demanding noises... 
telling him to go deeper, then harder as she neared her 
apex, then crying out for his seed to be delivered to 
her womb. 

As his sperm flushed into her Rudy finally asked what 
had been worrying him all along. "Speaking of 
breeding... If you and Tom haven't been doing anything, 
that would suggest you're not on birth control. What 
happens if I knock you up?" 

"My belly will get big," she hissed. "Now... shut up 
and fuck me," was her only answer. 

***

The kids had finally worn themselves out with their 
impromptu orgy, and were both relaxed and tired when 
they pulled into the lane that led to the ranch house. 
Then they had to carry the supplies and Chance's 
luggage into the house. When that was done they stopped 
for a cool drink and to rest. 

"Where's Mom?" asked Chance. 

"She and my dad are doing the breeding today," said 
Megan. 

"I'm going to go tell her I'm here," said Chance. 

"We'll go with you," said Molly, relaxed and happy now 
that her pussy was full of her brother's thick cum. 

The teens walked slowly down to the barns. None of them 
said much, all being tired from their amorous 
activities. While they were approaching the pen they 
heard a mare whinny. They turned the corner just in 
time to see a stallion jump down off the mare, his 
thick prick hanging low. 

But neither Rudy nor Dee were there with the horses. 

"They must be getting another pair," suggested Bobby. 

"They wouldn't do that," said Megan. They'd have too 
many horses to handle at once." 

"This is strange," said Chance. "When I helped Dad we 
always stayed with them while they bred." 

Megan looked at Bobby. "You don't suppose..." She shook 
her head. "No, Daddy wouldn't do that." 

"What?" asked Molly. 

Megan looked uncomfortable. "Well, when Bobby and I 
were doing this we kind of got... carried away." 

Chance looked stunned. "You mean you did it? Right 
here?" 

Megan blushed. "No, not then. Not exactly. We did... 
some things, but not that... not until later that 
night." 

Just then, from down the breezeway, they heard a moan. 
It was obviously a female moan and it wasn't the kind 
that sounded like someone was hurt. 

Chance, still looking stunned, held his finger up to 
his lips and tiptoed off down the breezeway. The others 
followed. 

They found the stall Dee had dragged Rudy to and 
carefully peeked inside. 

They were just in time to hear Rudy's breathy voice say 
"Speaking of breeding... If you and Tom haven't been 
doing anything, that would suggest you're not on birth 
control. What happens if I knock you up?" 

And they heard Dee's response: 

"My belly will get big," she hissed. "Now... shut up 
and fuck me." 

Molly was suddenly very aware of the heavy load of her 
brother's spunk in her womb. She wasn't aware yet, of 
course, that she would bear her brother's twins in nine 
months. But the obvious willingness of her mother to be 
impregnated by Uncle Rudy made butterflies dance in her 
stomach and she felt a thrill that surprised her. She 
was shocked at that thrill, because, intellectually, 
she knew she should be irate at her mother for cheating 
on her father. 

But she wasn't irate. Unbelievably, she was horny 
again! 

The overflowing emotions caused her to bark, "MOMMY!" 

The result of her exclamation would have been humorous 
to a bystander. First of all she scared Megan and Bobby 
with her outburst and they both yelled. Chance, who had 
been leaning to one side to see through a slat in the 
side of the stall, jerked and his boot slipped on the 
hay as he fell down with a thump that raised a cloud of 
dust. 

Rudy, on the verge of cumming because of Dee's 
welcoming statement, froze as his balls began pumping 
his semen into his penis. 

Dee felt the issue of hot wet spunk into her pussy with 
one part of her mind, recognized the voice of her 
daughter with another part of her mind and was 
instantly embarrassed to death. Her hands came up and 
covered her face as her breath caught in her chest. 

Rudy's mind caught up with Molly's exclamation and, 
like a guilty teenager caught humping a girl by her 
irate father, rolled off of Dee, his prick still 
spurting. He rolled onto the hay, which stuck him in 
the ass painfully. His adult mind, however, was not 
used to being assaulted by a guilty reaction. The 
result was an explosive "SON OF A BITCH!" as he tried 
to evaluate what was happening. 

Four teenagers, two of them drained of sperm, and the 
other two full of it, stared at Dee's supine body, her 
legs spread, her pussy lips flowered open and weeping 
thick white goo. There was another stripe of Rudy's 
creamy spend lying on her mons, one end just above her 
clit, which bulged out, swollen and erect. 

Molly squeaked, "MOMMY!" again, reflexively, and Dee's 
legs slammed shut. She was slim enough, however, that 
her pussy lips, though now closed, still bulged 
prominently, glistening with shiny fluid. Dee's attempt 
to cover her eyes, then her breasts and finally her 
pussy too, led to her hands fluttering all across her 
body. 

Both teenaged boys felt their dicks start to stiffen. A 
part of each of their minds was astonished, because 
they both thought they couldn't get hard again this 
soon to save their lives. 

Megan, staring in open-mouthed astonishment, darted a 
glance at her father, who was crouched on the balls of 
his feet, tensed in an automatic reaction to jump, run 
or defend, whichever was needed. His dripping prick, no 
longer fully stiff, dripped and Megan couldn't help but 
think of the stallion's pricks she had seen, hanging 
and dripping after they serviced the mares. She felt a 
tingle in her pussy, just like when she'd seen the 
horse cocks. 

Molly also looked at her Uncle's hanging phallus and 
gasped as she took her first breath since screaming her 
mother's "name". 

Chance looked up to see his Uncle looming over his 
head, which was now extended beyond the stall wall, in 
the open gate area. "I'm home." he said weakly, unable 
to think of anything else to say. 

"Ohhhhhh," moaned Dee. "I'm soooo embarrassed." Her 
hands continued to cover as much of her naked body as 
they could manage. She was so red it looked like she 
was sunburned from her forehead to just below her 
breasts. 

Rudy was able to react first. There was another horse 
blanket hanging on the stall gate post and he grabbed 
it and flung it over Dee. Then he stood up, anger 
making his own face red. He knew he didn't have a right 
to be angry, but it was the natural response his body 
produced to the interruption of the mating it had not 
quite finished satisfactorily. 

"OUT!" he thundered, pointing. 

Megan, for some reason, suddenly noticed the hair on 
her father's body. She'd known for a long time that he 
had dark hair on his chest and stomach. The bush around 
the base of his penis and balls, though, was an 
extension of his hairy chest that she hadn't thought of 
before, and seeing it was shocking to her. She wondered 
what all that hair would feel like pressed against her 
naked chest. 

Bobby was still staring at his naked aunt. Here was the 
stuff of his masturbation fantasies of years, and his 
eyes drank in her breasts, her hips... all of her. He 
couldn't make himself tear his eyes away from his 
dream, even though it was now covered by a horse 
blanket. 

Chance was experiencing conflicting feelings too. He 
also had a response of anger at finding his uncle 
fucking his mother. But the stiffening in his prick 
told him that anger was for the wrong reason. He knew 
his father couldn't perform sexually since the 
accident, and it surprised him to realize that he 
hadn't thought of his mother's needs in all the time 
his father had been unable to do anything to satisfy 
her. The conflicting feelings paralyzed him too. 

Molly alone moved when Rudy shouted. To her surprise 
she moved toward Chance. Some response deep in her mind 
heard the anger in Rudy's voice and she automatically 
looked to her brother to protect her. 

"OUT!" Rudy shouted again. "WE'LL TALK ABOUT THIS 
LATER!" A confused look came over his face as he 
realized his statement was something very near 
ridiculous, and that he really had no right to order 
anybody around. He focused on the dazed and startled 
looks on the faces of the four teenagers who had caught 
their mother... or father, as it were... in this 
situation. 

"Give her a chance to get dressed," he said more 
calmly, standing there nude, not caring that they could 
see him. "We'll be out in a minute."


CHAPTER FIVE


That got the kids moving, albeit slowly, as they forced 
their frozen muscles to respond to the situation. 
Silently Molly helped Chance up and pulled him toward 
the open yard beyond. Megan too pulled at Bobby's 
sleeve and he moved, his eyes still unfocused as he 
remembered what his beautiful aunt looked like splayed 
naked on the ground. 

"They're gone," said Rudy, kneeling on one knee and 
rubbing his buttock with one hand. 

Dee peeked between her fingers. "Oh Rudy, what have we 
done?" 

"We did what we needed to do," he said. "It can't be 
undone. Let's just deal with it." 

Dee sat up and took her clothing as Rudy handed it to 
her. She looked down and saw the streak of his cum 
across her abdomen and wiped at it with two fingers 
absently. Just as absently she stuck the fingers in her 
mouth and cleaned them off. "What are we going to say 
to them?" she asked, pulling on her jeans. 

"Let's just play it by ear," suggested Rudy, getting 
dressed. 

Outside the four teens were talking animatedly. 

"I can't BELIEVE that!" said Molly, panting for reasons 
she didn't understand. 

"Me either!" said Bobby. 

"Well I know how they felt." said Megan, 
uncharacteristically. "You do too Bobby, if you just 
think about it." 

"Yeah," said Bobby, but our dad with their mom?" 

"You're my brother, you dufus," said Megan 
pragmatically. She had the beginnings of an idea. 
"Look, we know how doing the horses can make you feel, 
right?" 

Bobby nodded while Molly and Chance stood there 
listening. 

"So they got horny, just like WE did," she said. "And 
THEY did something they weren't supposed to do... just 
like WE did." she said. 

"Yeah," said Bobby, who hadn't caught on yet. 

Megan turned to Molly and Chance. "And you guys too!" 
she said excitedly. "You guys have been doing it too, 
right?" 

Chance looked at her warily. "Yeah, but what does that 
have to do with..." 

"They can't yell at us for doing it. Don't you see? 
THEY'RE doing it too! So they can't complain about US 
doing it!" she finished excitedly. 

Molly's face was ashen. "You mean TELL them?!" she 
asked in a horrified voice. 

"YES!" squealed Megan. "Don't you see? They can't say 
anything because we CAUGHT them!" 

"Blackmail them?!" asked Chance, his face looking sour. 

"Well... no... that's not what I meant," said Megan, 
realizing how it must have sounded. "I mean they'll 
understand WHY somebody would WANT to do that... and 
they won't be able to tell us WE shouldn't, because 
THEY did too." She didn't sound so sure of herself any 
more. 

"That's crazy," said Bobby. 

"I agree with him," said Molly. 

"They don't know about mom and dad." said Chance to 
Molly. Bobby and Megan looked at him confused." 

"Oh," said Molly, her hand covering her mouth. "That's 
right... they DON'T know!" 

"Know what?" asked Bobby and Megan together. 

Chance thought for a minute. Since he had had time to 
think his anger had melted away. He knew how hard it 
was for him to stay away from Molly, and how much Molly 
enjoyed what they did. He hadn't thought about what it 
must be like for his mother, not being able to do 
things with her own husband that every wife wanted... 
and needed... to do. He thought about that now. 

"Dad got hurt - kicked by a horse - and he can't... 
they can't... they can't have sex any more." 

"Oh my gosh," said Megan in a hushed voice. "When?" 

"It's been years... since I was little," said Molly, 
also suddenly thinking about what it would be like to 
go without sex for years. 

"So... we really can't blame them for what happened," 
said Bobby. 

"Yeah," said Molly, "but I don't think we should tell 
them about us." 

"Here they come," said Chance. 

Rudy walked out first. Dee was behind him, 
unconsciously trying to hide behind his bulk. It was 
bright enough in the sunlight that Rudy couldn't really 
see yet and his eyes squinted almost closed. He walked 
up to the four shapes he could see and stopped. He 
hadn't the faintest idea what to say. 

"Look..." he started. But then he had nothing to follow 
it with. 

"It's OK Daddy," said Megan. She wasn't so sure any 
more about telling the adults what had happened. "We 
understand." She hoped that would be enough. 

"What?" asked Rudy, unprepared for that kind of 
response. 

"We understand how you can get... carried away. Working 
with the horses and all." she tried expanding. Her 
father still looked confused. She should have let it 
drop there, but she felt compelled, somehow, to make 
him understand that they really DID know how working 
with the horses made someone feel. "I mean Bobby and I 
got all excited too." 

Had Bobby not been there, or had Rudy's eyes not have 
become accustomed to the light, the words alone might 
have slipped past him. He was, after all, in an 
emotional turmoil. But when his daughter said that, and 
he looked at his son, and his son not only turned red, 
but couldn't meet his eyes, Rudy instinctively 
understood that something had happened between the two. 
He couldn't wrap his mind around that enough to get any 
images, but it was obvious they'd done... something. 

"What did you do?" the father in him had to ask. 

Fear clutched at Megan's heart. "We just understand," 
she said feebly. 

Molly didn't feel guilty at all about what she and 
Chance had been doing for years. She loved her brother 
and if forced to would run away with him. But she did 
feel a little guilty about encouraging her cousins to 
do the same thing. Seeing her cousin under the gun she 
felt compelled to defend her. 

"Chance and I understand too," she stuck her chin out. 

Dee had been listening with half an ear, since 
listening to them talk was easier than trying to think 
of what she could say to her son and daughter about 
what they'd seen. Molly's tone made her motherly 
instincts perk up, though. She stepped around Rudy. 

"What do you mean you understand too?" she demanded. 
"You two haven't even worked with the horses." 

Chance felt the same way about Molly as she felt about 
him, so he tried to defend HER. 

"I helped Dad a couple of times," he said. 

"And I saw what you showed us about prepping." said 
Molly, her chin still stuck out. She was in offensive 
mode now and spoke without thinking. "And Megan and 
Bobby told us what happened to them. It's only natural 
to get excited!" 

"And what... exactly... did Bobby and Megan tell you?" 
asked Rudy, his voice flat. 

Megan couldn't take it. "YOU guys did it!" she yelled. 
"And WE FELT THE SAME WAY! WE COULDN'T HELP IT!" 

Rudy got plenty of mental images now. They flooded his 
mind, though mostly they consisted of Megan's face on 
Dee's body. He took a step backward at the thought. 

"You're not telling me that you and Bobby..." he said 
weakly. 

Megan was aghast at what she'd admitted, even though 
she'd thought about doing that very thing not so long 
ago. "Daddy... please... it was so..." she turned to 
her aunt, her hand reaching out. "Tell him Aunt Dee... 
you know what it's like." 

Dee's mind was reeling too. Something told her this was 
a pivotal point for all of them. 

"OK, look, lets just all go up to the house, and get 
something to drink and sit down and discuss this. OK?" 

She reached out and took the sleeve of Rudy's shirt and 
pulled gently. "Come on Rudy, let's go up to the house. 
Come on kids. We'll talk about this there." Her voice 
had taken on a soothing tone as she unconsciously tried 
to lessen the tension in the air. 

They all trooped up to the house and into the kitchen. 
Chance went and got another chair, since the kitchen 
table only had five around it. Dee got glasses for tea 
while everyone else sat down. When she had served them 
all, she sat too. 

"OK" she said, not touching her own drink. "I think we 
all have some talking to do." 

Rudy, unsure of his own feelings at the moment, just 
sat mute.' 

Dee tried to break the ice. "Rudy and I got carried 
away. We admit that. We shouldn't have done what we 
did. But we did and we can't undo that." She didn't 
think it was necessary to tell the kids about that 
morning. "I still love Tom and Rudy still loves Cathy. 
It's... possible... that Cathy knew this might happen." 

"What?" asked Bobby. 

"Tom and I haven't been able to... be... um man and 
wife for a while. There was an accident."

"We know that," said Bobby. When his Aunt Dee looked 
surprised he added, "Chance and Molly told us." 

"And just how did that come up in conversation?" Dee 
asked, an edge to her voice. 

"After we caught... after we saw you," said Bobby. 

"Oh." Dee felt a little better that her kids hadn't 
just blabbed about it. 

"We understand that," said Molly, still trying to 
minimize the discussion. "We don't blame you." 

All the other teens nodded in agreement. 

"So... what's all this other stuff about?" asked Dee. 
"About you and Megan," she said to Bobby. "And you 
two." she looked at her own children. 

Both girls turned red. Bobby fidgeted. 

Chance sighed. "OK, well... a while back... I guess 
maybe Molly and I got curious or something." He 
stopped, looking at Molly for help. She was looking at 
the table. 

"And?" prompted his mother. 

"We sort of did some things. You know, because it was 
nice and it felt good." 

"And because we love each other," Molly said tightly. 

Chance looked stricken. "Yes!" he said. His hand 
reached for Molly's. "I should have said that." 

"You love each other," said Dee. 

Molly looked up. Her jaw started to jut again. "Yes, 
Mother, we love each other." 

Dee sat back in her chair. "More than... most... 
brothers and sisters... love each other?" 

"Yes," said Molly, still tightly. 

"Oh my," said Dee. 

Rudy couldn't keep quiet any more. 

"And you two?" he asked his children. 

"It just happened since we've been here," said Megan, 
looking beseechingly at her father. "We've liked 
kissing for a long time... and I teased Bobby a lot. 
But when we were doing the horses we just got carried 
away I guess." 

"And did you..." Rudy couldn't bring himself to say the 
word 'fuck', "Did you... ah do what you saw Dee and me 
doing?" 

Megan held his eyes. "Yes Daddy," she admitted. 

Dee leaned forward. She reached out and took Molly's 
hand. 

"And you too Molly? You and Chance? Look at me Molly!" 
she demanded. 

Molly's eyes had tears in them, but they were tears of 
frustration, not shame. She was afraid that what she 
and Chance shared would be no more. 

"Yes, Mother." she said. "And we love each other and we 
don't want to stop." 

Dee sat back again. 

"Oh my!" she said. 

"This is crazy!" blurted Rudy. "You can't love your 
brother or sister that way!" 

"You love my mother that way," said Molly. 

"That's different!" said Rudy. 

"And how is that so different?" asked Chance. "You're 
both married. You're not supposed to do that just like 
we're not supposed to do it. I haven't touched another 
girl since Molly and I made love." There. He'd said it. 

"How did you get on the pill without me knowing it?" 
asked Dee, addressing Molly. 

Molly's eyes went back down to the table. 

"So you used condoms?" she looked at her son. 

Chance's eyes darted around. 

"Oh my," said Dee, slumping. 

"We don't do it very often," said Molly meekly. 

"How about you two?" asked Rudy, to his children. 

"Jeez Dad," said Bobby. "We didn't even know it would 
happen. We didn't PLAN on it happening." 

"Oh my," said Dee yet again. 

"What did you mean about Mom maybe thinking you and 
Aunt Dee would... make love?" asked Megan suddenly. 

Now Dee flushed a little. "Cathy knew about Tom and me 
and our problem." she said. "She also knew that 
breeding the horses might get me excited. And Rudy has 
flirted with me for years. We used to go out before he 
married my sister." 

"You did?!" gasped Bobby. 

"Dee I'm sorry about the flirting. If I'd have known 
about Tom I wouldn't have teased you that way," said 
Rudy. 

"Cathy knew you were doing it. She even egged you on a 
time or two. I thought she was just being the mean 
sister. I'm not so sure now," Dee sighed. 

"So... what's going to happen now?" asked Molly. 

Dee looked at her daughter and saw the emotion there... 
the way she looked at Chance. She knew what that look 
meant. She could try to forbid them, but it wouldn't 
work. She knew that in her bones. 

"Well, we have to get you girls on some kind of birth 
control pronto for one thing," said Dee, looking 
sideways at Rudy to see his reaction. 

"Mom?" came from Chance. 

"Yes dear?" she responded. 

"Don't we need to get you on some kind of birth control 
too?" 

Dee colored. "Yes, I suppose that would be a good idea 
too." 

Things got a lot more relaxed after that. While 
specifics weren't discussed, feelings that the young 
ones had for each other were talked about and explored. 
It became obvious to the adults that the siblings at 
least BELIEVED they were in love. How long that might 
last no one could tell, but the feelings were genuine 
right now. 

Dee got up and started supper, even though it was 
early. Chance asked about cleaning out his room and Dee 
waved them all away to take care of that. As they were 
leaving she barked "No shenanigans. Not until the girls 
are protected." 

All four teens made a huge overblown show of 
unhappiness about that, to the point that both adults 
had to laugh. 

There was great relief on the part of the kids as they 
took boxes out of Chance's old room and made space for 
beds to go back in it. Then there was discussion as to 
who would sleep in which beds. 

"Don't push it," said Chance. "We got out of that whole 
thing incredibly lucky." 

The girls nodded, if somewhat sadly. 

In the kitchen the talk was similar. 

What the heck do we do now?" asked Rudy. "This is all 
just too strange for me. What in the world am I going 
to tell Cathy?" 

"The same thing I'm going to tell Tom, which is... I 
have no idea!" she finished. 

"We've got two more months," said Rudy. 

"Easy big fella," chided Dee. "You'll get your chance 
at me again." 

He looked surprised. "That's not what I meant!" he said 
before he saw her smile at her little joke. "What about 
the kids?" 

"Rudy, you know as well as I do that once a boy and 
girl start doing things, nothing on earth will keep 
them from... doing things. I don't think that it 
matters if they're related or not." 

"I know," he said in a defeated voice. "But... wow... I 
just can't get used to the idea of my little Megan..." 
he trailed off. 

"She's growing up Rudy. You knew it would happen sooner 
or later," said Dee. 

"Yes... but I didn't think it would be with her 
brother!" he said. 

"Well, you're no more shocked than I am." she said, 
putting meat loaf batter into two pans. "They've 
apparently been carrying on for... years!" she said 
with amazement in her voice. "And I never noticed a 
thing!" 

"Maybe Cathy wouldn’t notice either," mused Rudy. 

"I don't know," said Dee. "It would be awfully risky 
not to tell her." 

"She'll divorce me when she finds out about us anyway," 
said Rudy. 

"I don't think so," said Dee. "I'm still going to call 
her tonight. I think she knows more than either of us 
did." she said. Then, "You know what I mean." 

"Ok," said Rudy, still a little dazed by all that had 
happened. 

"Rudy?" said Dee. 

"Umm?" 

"Since they... know... you don't have to sleep on the 
couch tonight." 

"Isn't that a little bald faced?" he asked. 

"Considering what they've been doing behind our backs, 
I don't really care too much." 

"What about what Chance said? About the birth control, 
I mean," said Rudy. 

Dee dried her hands on a towel. Then she came to him 
and straddled him, sitting on his lap and put her arms 
around his neck. "For some reason I don't think I care 
about that right now either." 

"I'm not at all sure Tom would see it the same way," 
Rudy had to say.

"Tom knows that we wouldn't have stopped with Molly. We 
wanted to have four or five kids. And since he can't 
give them to me he'll just have to understand that 
somebody else could. If it comes to that. You're only 
going to be here two months Rudy. Tom and I had to try 
for six to get Molly."

"Still," said Rudy. But he didn't have anything else to 
add.

"Does that mean you WILL be sleeping on the couch 
tonight?" asked Dee, grinding her pussy into his lap.

Rudy thought about being able to make love to this 
fabulous woman for hours instead of just minutes.

"No. I don't think so. The couch is awfully 
uncomfortable and I have a bad back, you know," he 
said, looking at the ceiling.

"You're such a liar," said Dee. She kissed him. "And I 
want you to keep lying... in bed with me."

She began kissing him and soon she was rubbing her 
whole body against his lap and chest. She broke the 
kisses finally, panting. "Isn't it bedtime right now?" 
she asked.

Rudy glanced at the window, through which sunlight 
still shone. "It's only about seven you hussy."

Dee wiggled on his boner some more. "You know what they 
say... early to bed and early to rise..."

"You really want your children and my children 
listening in at the door? Hearing you scream?"

"You have an awfully high opinion of yourself." said 
Dee, licking his lips. Then she leaned back. "But I 
guess you're right. They would listen and then they'd 
go make babies themselves. We need to police the 
sleeping arrangements... for them at least."

Dee got off Rudy, slowly, making it obvious she didn't 
want to. Somehow she had unbuttoned three buttons of 
her shirt and she pulled it open, exposing her breasts. 
She looked down at them.

"Well, fellas, nothing yet. But you two just be patient 
and I'll get you licked and sucked later." She looked 
through her eyelashes at Rudy, who was staring at her 
breasts. The she closed her blouse, making it clear she 
was doing so because she couldn't get what she wanted 
just then, so she wasn't going to let Rudy see what HE 
wanted just then either.

She took his hand and pulled him toward the bedrooms, 
where they found the teens industriously arranging it 
so that Chance's room had the bunk beds restored and 
the extra bed was rearranged in Molly's room.

Dee stood and watched for a minute. Then she called all 
the kids together.

"Look, I have to be the mother here. And, as the 
mother, I have to say no girls allowed in the boys' 
room."

There were sullen looks all around.

Dee went on. "Since the couch hurts Rudy's back, I'm 
going to have to put him on one side of my bed and I'm 
going to have to sleep on the other side. So please 
don't bother us because it's going to be hard enough to 
get to sleep without us having to stay up late to watch 
you guys, so we're trusting you to do what you're 
supposed to."

Dee took Rudy's unresisting hand and dragged him down 
the hall toward her bedroom. As the two sets of 
siblings watched, their mouths open, Molly said "I 
can't believe this."

Megan turned around and looked at the extra bed they 
had just set up in Molly's room. "That's my bed." she 
said, unbuttoning her blouse. "Go get in it Bobby." she 
ordered.

Molly held up her hand. "Mom wasn't kidding," she said.

"Yes," said Megan, "But she very clearly said we 
couldn't go in the boys' room. She didn't say anything 
about the boys not being allowed in our room. Did she."

Molly looked doubtful. Chance came up behind her and 
reached around to cup her breasts. That was all it took 
and she was on board too.

"But we can't make a bunch of noise," she warned.

That admonition was basically pointless. Thirty minutes 
later the house sounded vaguely haunted. There were 
moans and groans coming from Dee's room, and moans and 
groans coming from Molly's room. 

It was clear to everyone in the house that no one in 
the house was sleeping.

And, as copious amounts of virile equine semen had been 
pumped into receptive equine vaginas all day long, 
copious amounts of human semen flowed into the wombs of 
the three receptive women in the house that night.


CHAPTER SIX


The next morning Dee was up first. She rubbed her 
abdomen, thinking about the two times Rudy had spurted 
her full the night before and wondered if she had made 
a mistake. She was pretty sure that Tom wouldn't care 
if it was Rudy who got her pregnant. He'd said many 
times that he felt bad that she couldn't have the large 
family she'd wanted, but she'd always kissed him and 
said that she was content with her lot in life. 

They had talked once or twice about adopting, but it 
was a time consuming process and they were always busy 
at the ranch. Just once, when she had held him crying, 
he suggested she should find a man who could satisfy 
her. She'd shushed him and held him, saying they'd talk 
about it later. Later had never quite come around.

And her sister had to know that putting Rudy in this 
situation was a recipe for possible infidelity. She'd 
forgotten to call Cathy the night before, in her 
impatience to feel Rudy rutting between her legs again.

On impulse she went to the phone. It was early, and 
Cathy might be grumpy, but she wouldn't have gone to 
work yet. The phone rang four times before she heard 
her sister's voice answer.

"Hey cutie pie," said Dee.

"I wondered when you'd call," said Cathy's surprisingly 
chipper voice.

"It's early, but I needed to talk to you," said Dee.

"So how's it going?" asked her sister. "They got there 
OK?"

"Yes, and we spent all day working yesterday. They've 
been a big help."

"Is my husband behaving himself?" asked Cathy, a hint 
of something like amusement in her voice.

"He's trying" said Dee. "But I'm having a hard time 
behaving Myself," she confessed.

"I figured maybe that might happen," said Cathy. "Is it 
going to be OK?"

"That depends on how you feel about things," said Dee. 
"This may not be a good idea Cathy."

There was a moment of silence on the line. Then Cathy 
spoke. "Look, I understand your situation. What I can't 
understand is how you can stand it. Rudy takes good 
care of me, and if he didn't... or couldn't... I don't 
think I could stay sane. So here's what I think. I 
think that if you and Tom have a strong enough 
relationship to stay together through what you've had 
to endure, then Rudy and I can deal with whatever we 
have to face in the future."

Dee took a breath. "You're basically giving me 
permission to seduce your husband, Cathy."

"Am I?" asked Cathy. "I know how he flirts with you. 
I'm surprised he hasn't tried to seduce YOU!"

Dee's eyes got misty. "You don't know how much this 
means to me," she said, her voice choked.

"Yes I do," said Cathy. "I've had to go to bed horny 
and alone for two nights, and it's about to kill me. I 
can't imagine what it's been like for you all these 
years. You just make sure he has something left for me 
when he gets back. And tell him this is a special 
favor, and not to get any ideas about any other women."

"I don't think you have to worry about that. All things 
considered he's resisted me as much or more than most 
men would have," said Dee.

"Get your ashes hauled then," said Cathy. "And just 
remember... you owe me big sister," she laughed.

"Um... thanks, but there's just one more thing," said 
Dee, rubbing her abdomen again.

"What's that?" asked Cathy.

"I haven't been on the pill for a long time Cathy," 
said Dee, wondering how her sister would react to that.

"Dee, honey, I love you, and I love my nephew and 
niece. If I had more than one nephew or niece I'd love 
them all."

Dee stared at the wall. "Cathy you're being awfully 
generous about this," she said.

"What are sisters for?" asked Cathy. "I've got to get 
ready to go to work. Is there anything else you want to 
ask for?'

Dee thought about Bobby and Megan, but decided she had 
pushed her luck far enough already. "Maybe later," she 
said.

Cathy laughed. "I can't WAIT to see what that might be. 
Bye... I love you. Give Rudy a big wet kiss for me and 
tell him to think of me while he's... helping you out."

Dee hung up the phone. She decided breakfast could 
wait. She went back to her bedroom, where Rudy was 
still sleeping. 

He wasn't sleeping for long.

It was because of that distraction that Dee didn't find 
all the teenagers in one room when she finally went to 
get them up. While Rudy had made love to her she told 
him about her conversation with his wife. He had been 
like a wild man.

Having gotten another helping of Rudy's patented baby 
makers, after which he lay gasping, she got up and 
dressed, intentionally leaving her pussy full. It was 
only then that she went to the girls' bedroom to get 
them up.

It was empty, and, had she not come from a room that 
already smelled like a cathouse bedroom, she might have 
noticed that the odor in her daughter's bedroom was 
just like that in her own.

She found the girls in the kitchen, getting ready to 
make breakfast. She didn't know it, but the boys were 
in their room getting dressed, still breathing deeply 
after scurrying down the hall to the room they were 
supposed to have slept in.

"Morning girls," she said.

"Morning Mommy" said Molly at the same time Megan just 
said, "Morning."

"Did you sleep well?" asked Dee, not really meaning it 
as a question designed to actually get information.

"I had a little trouble getting to sleep," said Molly. 
"Somebody told us not to make a lot of noise and then 
made a lot of noise herself."

Dee blushed. She still wasn't used to the idea of such 
a free atmosphere in the house about things sexual.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Chance and I will do the breeding this morning," said 
Molly. "That will give you two a chance to get your 
strength back."

"Molly!" said Dee, the mother in her bridling a little 
at the suggestiveness in her daughter's voice.

Molly turned around. "Look, Mom, this is weird for all 
of us. But it's a little like that spilt milk Grandma 
used to talk about all the time. We can't just pretend 
nothing happened."

Dee sighed. "That's true, but still... Oh I don't know 
WHAT to do. I feel like I should do SOMETHING, but I 
don't know what."

"The only thing I'm worried about is Daddy," said 
Molly.

Megan made herself busy getting glasses and silverware 
out. She tried to be inconspicuous as her cousin and 
aunt talked.

"Your father..." started Dee. She had been about to 
tell her teenaged daughter that Tom had suggested some 
things that might shock her daughter, but decided not 
to. "I think your father will be able to deal with 
things." she finished.

"Then there's not a problem," said Molly, in typical 
teenage fashion. 

"There could most DEFINITELY be a problem," said Dee 
sternly. "Babies can be a real problem when they come 
along at the wrong time in a woman's life."

"Mom," said Molly patiently. "I know you and Daddy 
wanted to have more children. And you said Daddy would 
be able to deal with it."

Dee looked at her daughter in amazement. "I was talking 
about YOU, dear daughter. And Megan too!"

"Oh," said Molly, looking sheepish, finally. Then she 
raised her head. "Couldn't we raise two babies just 
about as easily as one?" she asked.

"I do NOT believe I'm having this conversation." moaned 
Dee. "Sweetie you have your whole life ahead of you. 
And it's one thing to have a baby, but it's entirely 
another to have your BROTHER'S baby!"

"Mom" said Molly patiently. "I have no plans other than 
to stay here and work the ranch. I love this life. I 
love Chance. I love you and Daddy. I don't see how 
having a baby would ruin any of that."

"Your father might not agree," said Dee.

"Maybe Daddy doesn't have to know who the father is," 
said Molly.

"You're insane!" said Dee. "You think that if you get 
used to being with Chance like that, that when your 
father comes home - and your father WILL come home - 
that you can just pretend that there's nothing between 
you?"

"Chance is going to finish college." said Molly. "And 
then I don't really know what he'll do after that. But 
by the time Daddy gets home it will be too late to do 
anything about me being pregnant, and Chance probably 
won't even be here then anyway. He'll be mad for a 
while, but he'll get over it."

"But honey, there are so many ways to avoid getting 
pregnant," argued Dee.

"Maybe," said Molly, "but since my last period was two 
weeks ago... I kind of think it's probably already too 
late to do anything to... um... prevent it."

Dee looked at her daughter, astonished. "But Chance 
just got back yesterday!"

Molly blushed and looked down. "I... um... I missed him 
a lot Mom," she said.

Dee turned to her niece. "And what about you, little 
missy?"

Megan had listened with intense interest to the 
conversation. She had grown up a lot in the last couple 
of days, cramming what most girls would only experience 
in a year's time into those short hours. Her attitude 
about things had changed immensely since she'd climbed 
out of the car when they got to the ranch.

"I'm not sure how I feel," she answered truthfully. "I 
know I love Bobby. And if I got pregnant I know I'd 
love the baby. I don't think I WANT to get pregnant, 
but the idea of BEING pregnant isn't as scary as I 
thought it would be."

Dee shook her head. "I think you need to talk about 
this with your father. I know your mother would have a 
fit if something like that happened."

"I know," said Megan unhappily. She preferred to just 
be happy and worry about the consequences later. Such 
is the inexperience of youth.

About then Chance and Bobby sauntered into the kitchen, 
not having any idea what had just been discussed 
between the women. His mother looked at him and sighed 
as she saw a handsome young man in the prime of his 
life. There were probably a lot of girls out there who 
might be tempted to have his baby. She still couldn't 
get used to the idea, though, that one of them was his 
sister. Her eyes went to Bobby and she saw the same 
thing. He had an infectious grin and was just a good 
kid. 

She remembered that time, years back, when he'd burst 
into the bathroom with his overflowing bladder while 
she was stark naked. Tom's accident had only happened a 
year or two before that, but she was still bemoaning 
the loss of sexual companionship. The way he'd looked 
at her then had made her pussy damp. She'd tried to 
bluff her way through it and thought she'd been 
successful. But she'd remembered his strong young penis 
long after he'd gone back home. She could easily 
understand a girl... or even a woman... lusting after 
him.

She shook her head again and pushed the girls out of 
the way to make breakfast herself. It helped to be 
doing something while she thought about all the changes 
that had entered her life recently.

It was because of her concern about Bobby and Megan 
that she arranged for them to help her and Rudy do 
various chores around the ranch while Chance and Molly 
took care of the breeding chores that morning. That way 
they would be chaperoned and it would give Rudy a 
chance to talk to them about their taboo desires.

After breakfast, therefore, Molly and Chance found 
themselves walking side by side toward the barns.

"Mom talked to me this morning," said Molly.

"Is she pissed off?" he asked.

"Not really," said Molly. "What would you feel like 
if... if what we did got me pregnant?"

Chance was silent for so long that Molly got 
butterflies in her stomach. Finally he said, "I'd be 
really unhappy about it if it ruined your life," he 
said.

"What if it didn't ruin my life?" she asked, not sure 
exactly how he felt about the possibility of siring a 
child on his own sister.

"I guess it would depend then on how much I got to be 
around the baby," he said.

"If you knock me up don't expect me to put it up for 
adoption!" she said with some heat.

He stopped and faced her. "That's not what I meant 
Molly," he said. "If you get pregnant, that makes you 
kind of like my wife in my mind. You can't marry me. So 
some day you're going to go off and meet some guy and 
marry him and have a family with him and then my son or 
daughter will call somebody else their father. I'm not 
sure I like that idea."

"What if I didn't go off and get married?" she asked, 
looking into his eyes. "What if I stayed here and 
worked the ranch?"

"Is that what you really want to do?" asked her 
brother.

"I think so," she said. "I don't think that would be 
such a horrible life. It's not a horrible life now." 
She bit her lip. "But what about you?"

"I have to declare my major next semester," he said. "I 
was thinking about animal husbandry. Or maybe vet med."

"We already have a vet in town," said Molly.

"Yes, we have Doc Hudson, but he's in his fifties. He 
might want a partner one of these days," said Chance.

"Have you talked to him about that?" asked Molly.

"Well, I wasn't going to tell anybody about it. I'm not 
sure that's what I want to do, but yes, he and I had a 
discussion about it last summer. He was pretty excited 
about the idea. He says he's got more to do than he 
wants."

"So you might come back home after school?" she asked.

Chance looked at the woman he loved. "Yes, especially 
if I had a son or daughter toddling around the place."

Molly realized there were tears in her eyes and she 
crashed into her brother's arms. That embrace lasted a 
long time while neither of them said anything. Then, 
hand in hand they went to the barn to get the first 
breeding pair done.

Perhaps because of that conversation, it only took two 
pairs of horses before Molly was fairly jumping with 
horniness. When Chance led the second stud to the mare 
and let him loose, she watched as that long hard cock 
entered the mare and felt her own pussy squelch. She 
wanted some hugs and kisses.

She got them. Chance, being a male, was almost always 
ready to go, and while they kissed he pressed his own 
erection against his sister. They forgot about the 
horses as they traded kisses and their hands roamed all 
over each other's bodies.

There was noise from across the stall and they looked. 
The stallion was mounting the mare again. "Watch them" 
said Chance as he pulled Molly's ass into his erection. 
He slid his hands up under her shirt, over her smooth 
belly skin, to her naked breasts. He cupped them and 
found her nipples with his finger tips. He squeezed her 
nipples and she moaned, her hand darting between them 
to feel his hard cock. 

The stallion jumped, his hooves landing on the mare's 
hindquarters. Chance's hands dropped to the fastening 
of Molly's jeans and he unbuttoned them, then unzipped 
them. He slid his hand between her legs and immediately 
slicked a finger into her pussy as she writhed, 
pressing back against him. 

"I'm sooo hot!" she moaned. 

"Take your pants off," he panted. 

Molly kicked her tennis shoes off without untying them 
and then reached down and pulled the legs of her jeans 
off her feet. In the process she showed her naked butt 
to Chance. He grabbed a horse blanket and draped it 
over some hay bales and then pushed her onto it, 
pressing her breasts into the blanket. He approached 
from behind, just like a stallion and put his hands on 
her naked hips. His cock hurt and he tore his own jeans 
open, freeing it as he shoved them down to his knees. 

Molly craned her neck. "Yessss put it in me Chance." 
And she wiggled her ass at him, reaching her hands back 
and pulling her ass cheeks open. He saw her pussy 
opening and it was wet. He nosed his prick tip into her 
slick pussy mouth and leaned forward, impaling her on 
his tool in one lunge. 

Both of them let out a groan of satisfaction. Molly 
wormed one hand down to her pussy and began diddling 
her clit as Chance started making long slow strokes, 
his flesh slapping on her jiggling buttocks. Molly had 
her first orgasm about thirty seconds later. She 
started working on number two immediately and told 
Chance that he was doing just wonderfully. 

Seven minutes and three more orgasms later Chance gave 
a long sigh and said "I can't wait any more Molly... 
gonna cum!" He leaned into her, pinning her to the hay 
bales, and the tip of his long, thick cock went off, 
parked right next to his sister's cervix. 

When it comes to a man's normal issue of semen, it 
comes in varying strengths. Some writers (like me, for 
instance) occasionally use silly terms like "man milk" 
to describe or identify what comes out of a man's cock 
during an ejaculation. If you were to take that idea to 
extremes, it would work like this: Some men produce the 
equivalent of skim milk, runny and almost clear. Then 
you have your two and four percenters, whose sperm 
count is respectably higher. Those guys you see with 
six or seven kids and a wife who smiles all the time? 
They shoot whole milk... vitamin D fortified milk, and 
a woman who lies down with one of them had better want 
her belly to bulge if she's not using protection.

Now some of that is genetic, but a lot of it depends on 
diet and exercise, and the general health of a man. 
Chance Brooks was in the prime of his life, healthy as 
a bull in the prime of ITs life, with bulging muscles 
and a body fat index of about seven percent. Chance 
didn't produce four percent or even whole milk. 
Chance's balls were filled to overflowing with raw 
milk, straight from the cow, cream still in it, thick 
and rich and just brimming with perky, interested sperm 
cells just aching to fertilize something. 

And when Chance's cock provided a conduit from his 
balls to his sister's cervix, what gushed forth into 
and through that cervix and into her womb was the most 
potent stuff her womb could have hoped to suck up. That 
womb happily slurped in as much as it could hold and 
then gave a little squeeze, pushing it up the attached 
fallopian tubes, to the egg that was carelessly 
descending at the time. 

That egg didn't have a chance... no pun intended. It 
was punctured by a strong viable swimmer that burrowed 
through the wall of the egg. That egg, for reasons 
still not understood by modern science, determined that 
it needed to split in a way that would create two 
zygotes, each of which would become a fetus. 

Not knowing he was already the father of twins, Chance 
pushed harder and kept serving up his raw milk to his 
sister who was shaking hard in the throes of her own 
final teeth-gritting orgasm.

***

Meanwhile, in a storage shed on the other side of the 
barn yard, Dee was busily sorting through old paint 
cans and containers of herbicides and pesticides to 
identify items that were past their expiration dates or 
unusable. They would be loaded on the truck and taken 
to the county disposal site for hazardous waste. She 
was doing most of the work, and just handing things to 
Megan, who carried them to the pickup. Rudy and Bobby 
were putting nails in loose boards on the shed and 
repairing a broken hinge on one of the doors.

"This might be a good time to talk to your father," she 
suggested to Megan.

"I'm not sure I want to," said Megan, her voice low.

"You have to dear," said her aunt. "You want to act 
like an adult. That has consequences and 
responsibilities that go along with it. You can't have 
one without the other."

It took a while, but finally Megan stopped with two 
cans of paint in her hands, where her father was 
drilling holes for the new hinge.

"Daddy?" she said.

"Yes?" he glanced at her.

"What are we going to do?" she asked, her voice tense 
with worry. "About Bobby and me?"

Rudy had thought about that himself. The idea of his 
daughter and son having sex was something he didn't 
like. If someone would have asked him whether he'd 
prefer that his daughter have sex with some other boy 
or Bobby, he'd have said he didn't want her having sex 
with ANY boy. If pressed, though, he'd have admitted 
that if it HAD to happen, he'd prefer that it happened 
with Bobby until she was old enough to have a decent 
chance at being able to tell the good guys from the bad 
ones.

"What are the chances that I could talk you out of 
doing anything else with Bobby?" he tried.

"Not good Daddy," she said. "I won't lie to you about 
that."

"Then we need to get you on the pill," he said gruffly. 
"You're too young to be knocked up. And you don't need 
to be knocked up by Bobby anyway."

Megan, who had expected an explosion of anger, and was 
somewhat shocked by her father's relatively docile 
response, took what she was offered.

"OK Daddy," She started to walk away but stopped. 
"Thank you Daddy. This means a lot to me."

The tenor of her voice, and the emotion she couldn't 
hide struck Rudy, the same way it strikes any father 
when his baby girl comes home one day and announces 
that she's in love. Normally, a father resists that 
whole concept, regardless of the age of his daughter. 
Most fathers don't believe the boy is good enough for 
his daughter, whether he's met the boy or not. 

But things were complicated by the fact that the boy, 
in this case, was his son... who WAS good enough for 
any girl. The recognition of that tone in her voice, 
and his almost forced acceptance of the mate she'd 
chosen because of who that mate was, made him react 
differently than most fathers do when faced with that 
situation.

He stopped doing what he was doing and turned to his 
little girl. He hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"Sweetie, I think you're crazy. I think THIS is crazy. 
And I have no idea in the world how I'm going to 
explain this to your mother when we get home. She'll 
probably have my balls for a snack. You just try to 
control yourself until we can get you protected. I'll 
figure out a way to live with that. OK?"

Megan hugged him fiercely. "I know this is strange for 
you Daddy," she said. "It's strange for me too, but I 
know how I feel, and I know how Bobby feels, and we 
can't change that."

Bobby, who had been standing nearby with a nail in one 
hand and a hammer in the other, listened, his stomach 
tight. He too had a hard time believing that his father 
was being so understanding about all this.

"Me too Dad," he said. "Thanks, I mean."

"YOU just shut up and fix those boards," said Rudy 
gruffly. "I may have YOUR balls for a snack. That would 
solve the problem too."

But Bobby knew the threat was empty. He knew his father 
was posturing to save face. 

When it was time to break for lunch they all headed for 
the breeding pen to collect Chance and Molly. Megan ran 
ahead, worried that her cousins might be unprepared for 
visitors. She found them working on a fresh pair of 
horses. Molly was breathing hard, but her motions with 
the prepping were quick and sure.

"Your mom is on the way." said Megan. "It's time for 
lunch."

"Good" said Molly. "We're ready for a break."

"I know how you feel," said Megan, watching the stud 
mount the mare.

"That's not what I meant," said Molly giggling. "I 
think I wore him out."

They watched as Chance captured the stallion after he 
hopped down off the mare.

"He doesn't look worn out to me," whispered Megan.

"He'll get over it," said Molly grinning. "We only did 
it twice. I'm going to have to change pants when we get 
back to the house," she grinned.

During lunch Dee called the doctor in town and 
explained what she needed for Megan. When she came back 
to the table she sat down and looked at Megan and 
Robby.

"The doctor has an opening day after tomorrow. Can you 
two behave yourselves until then?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am," said Robby, trying to impress his father.

Rudy just snorted.

That afternoon Rudy and Dee took the breeding chores. 
She pointed to the paint she had set aside on the back 
of the pickup. 

"How about Chance and Bobby use that up on the house, 
while you girls go into town with the rest?" It was an 
obvious attempt to keep the lovers apart while she and 
Rudy were busy with the horses. It fell flat when all 
four of the kids agreed with good humor. Sex wasn't the 
only thing they thought about.

Dee lasted for four sets of horses before she dragged 
Rudy into the same stall that Bobby and Megan had used 
when they sated their passions. By now she had had time 
enough to think about things that her long-suppressed 
desire for more children had re-awakened. She welcomed 
his heavy body pinning her to the hay, and the feel of 
his hot seed blasting into her womb as she strained 
against him. Her orgasm was as sweet as any she'd ever 
had.

"Remind me to do something VERY nice for my sister," 
she panted as Rudy emptied his balls into her.

Rudy's reply, amidst the peak of his own orgasm, was 
unintelligible.

Meanwhile, four gallons of paint was spread on two 
sides of the farm house as the boys talked about sports 
and ranching and girls. 

And, thirty miles away, a twenty-two year old employee 
of the Davis County Hazardous Waste Collection Point 
ogled the two beautiful teenage girls who brought in a 
pickup truck load of mixed chemicals that, according to 
him, would take over an hour to process. During that 
hour he stole looks at the girls unfettered breasts 
that were under their shirts, and the swell of their 
hips. The girls noticed his hot looks and giggled 
between themselves, feeling desirable and sexy.

At lunch that day the kids were happy and excited. Rudy 
looked tired. Dee was bright and cheerful, noting that 
the breeding was going well, and that all the mating 
pairs would be bred successfully in the month and a 
half left if things kept going as they had thus far. 
Bobby and Megan offered to take the afternoon breeding 
duties, causing Dee to look at Rudy with a raised 
eyebrow. 

Rudy waved a hand. "I don't care. I need a nap."

Dee blushed, but no one seemed to notice. Chance said 
vaguely that he had some things to do and welcomed 
Molly's offer to help. By the time Dee had cleaned up 
the refuse from lunch, both sets of kids were gone. She 
went to make sure Rudy was comfortable. It was a good 
thing the kids weren't in the house. Rudy's moans that 
she was going to kill him might have drawn attention.

In the barn there was no pretense as Megan stated 
flatly that she was going to start this breeding 
session in a different manner and calmly began taking 
her clothes off. The first "pair" bred that afternoon 
were Bobby and Megan. Their lovemaking was somehow less 
hurried and more tender as they lay straining against 
each other, sharing kisses and touches. 

Megan's orgasm was one of sweet surrender, rather than 
an overwhelming emotional storm. When Bobby's turn came 
he simply sagged down on his sister's soft body and 
released his sperm. Their sedate actions weren't based 
on anything like boredom. Rather, they had both come to 
an understanding that this sharing of their love was 
something that might not last much longer. Their aunt's 
comment about the month and a half they had left before 
they had to face their mother made them savor their 
time together as something precious.

As any fertility expert will tell you, tension can 
affect fertility. Perhaps because Megan was so relaxed 
as her brother flushed her full of his teenaged sperm, 
her cervix opened a little wider, or her womb accepted 
a few more million of the wriggling little cells. Or 
maybe Bobby's contentment at just being able to cum in 
his sister made his testicles give an extra surge. 

In any case, one of his sperm cells found the egg it 
was seeking and, in a much more agitated way than the 
boy who produced it, struggled, its tail wagging 
frantically, as it hit the outside of the egg several 
times. The egg, as if impressed by that sperm cell's 
desire, surrendered like Megan had and let the tiny 
cell inside. While Megan didn't know whether she wanted 
to be a mother or not, her body knew, and the decision 
was made for her.

Molly grabbed a quilt on the way out of the house and 
carried it under her arm as she followed Chance.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"Us," she said simply.

"Oh really?" he commented.

She just smiled. "Yes, really."

They went to a low hilltop in a pasture that was twelve 
inches deep in grass, and spread the blanket out. 
Molly, loving the feel of the sun on her naked skin, 
mounted her stallion and rode him to a breath-stealing 
conclusion as he tried unsuccessfully to buck her off. 
They lay in the sun, like broken, lifeless dolls on the 
blanket, arms and legs akimbo, until Chance revived and 
rolled on top of his sister, her long black hair fanned 
out on the quilt. He assumed the dominant role this 
time, pounding into her lustily as she moaned and 
whined her way through two more orgasms. Neither of 
them knew she was already bearing twins, but their 
efforts made it look like they were trying hard to get 
her in that condition.

Back in the house Dee, after getting her third pussy-
ful of Rudy's cum that day, melted against him, her 
naked arm draped over him, and finally let him sleep. 
She drifted off too.

In the barn, Megan found out that her instincts had 
been correct. Having just had an orgasm, and with her 
brother's sperm resting warmly in her womb, she was 
able to work six sets of mating pairs before her lusts 
were inflamed again. As they walked slowly toward the 
house to get supper, she carried only one additional 
serving of her lover's sexual essence in her already 
pregnant abdomen.

***

At supper, Dee expressed her amazement that Megan and 
Bobby had managed to get six pairs of horses bred.

"That's wonderful," she said animatedly. The nap had 
done both Rudy and her a lot of good. "You're getting 
better at this."

Megan, getting used to the idea that she was a sexual 
being and that everyone at the table knew that, was 
more forthcoming than she might have been otherwise.

"We figured out the secret to it," she said.

"Oh?" asked their Aunt as she passed a bowl of green 
beans.

"Yes," said Megan, buttering a roll. "You just take 
care of all those urges before you start and then you 
don't have to stop in-between."

Her announcement was met with silence as everybody at 
the table looked at her in wonder.

"Really," she said, unconcerned. She took a bite of her 
roll. "It really worked."

"I thought you two were going to behave yourselves 
until we got to the doctor," said Dee.

"Yeah!" said Rudy. "That's what I thought too."

"Well, I'm tired of being horny all the time," said 
Megan. "And it worked, so don't try to make me feel 
bad!" She went on eating.

In fact, her announcement of her discovery of a "fix" 
to the problems that handling horse cocks caused 
settled into the minds of the others at the table. In 
the remaining month and a half of the breeding season, 
that "fix" became the norm. Each couple, as they 
started their morning or afternoon of breeding duty, 
sated their lust and THEN began to get the horses to do 
the same thing. 

Things went so smoothly that there were days when no 
breeding was required at all, and they got to relax. 
They went to a concert, and fishing several times as a 
group. By the time the Tanners only had a week left 
before they went back to city life, the six people had 
merged into a family with ties that would never break. 
The result was that everything got done as it had in 
years past, even though the people doing it were all, 
more or less, amateurs.

On the last night before Rudy would take his children 
home, the crescent moon rose over the ranch, shining 
down on it with a ghostly pale light. There were, at 
that moment, sixty-four females on that ranch... sixty 
mares... and four humans. 

All of them were pregnant. 

It had been a very successful breeding season on the 
Rocking R Ranch. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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