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Family Boot Camp
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Bobby is sent by his parents to his Uncle's Montana 
farm to "straighten him out". It's hard work, but it's 
his Aunt who really "straightens" him out. Part of him 
anyway. It's a pretty strange family and Bobby's 
exposed to some pretty strange things. And I do mean 
exposed! (MF/mf-teens, ped, inc, 1st, oral, mast, 
reluc, preg)

***

CHAPTER ONE

Bobby looked out the window of the train dismally as it 
sped down the tracks toward his punishment. At 16, he 
was sure his life was going to be over when he got to 
the end of this particular line... pun intended. He had 
screwed up one too many times at home, the last one when 
he sideswiped a mailbox while driving drunk in his 
father's brand new pickup truck. 


Now he was on his way to his Uncle's farm in Montana, 
where he would live for the next six months, while 
he... thought things over. Since it was late May, that 
meant he'd start school in Montana and then have to 
transfer back home. That was part of his punishment - 
to keep him away from his friends, who were a 'bad 
influence' on him, according to his father.

He remembered his Uncle from a family reunion a long 
time ago, when he was probably only nine or ten. Uncle 
John was a big man with a thick bushy black beard and a 
permanent scowl on his face. He farmed cattle and some 
kind of crops that he fed the cattle. That's all Bobby 
knew. That, and the fact that he was expected to work 
for his Uncle, without pay, all summer. He figured it 
was going to be sort of a family boot camp situation. 
He also knew there were cousins involved. But he had 
lots and lots of cousins and he couldn't keep them all 
straight.

The train dumped him off at a little building in the 
middle of nowhere. It was dusty and there was no one in 
the building, which had a porch that ran along the 
tracks and a sign that said "Rock Creek". Inside 
the building were a few chairs, an office with a desk 
and scattered papers on it, and a drinking fountain 
that didn't work. Bobby peered into the bathroom, 
which was just big enough to hold a toilet and tiny 
sink. He heard the train pulling away as he tried
the tap and something brown splashed into the sink. 
Eventually it ran clear and he hesitantly tasted it. It 
was water, but it had a flat taste to it that was 
unfamiliar. There was a thick layer of dust over 
everything in the building.

He searched the office, finding only some pamphlets 
that had train schedules on them, a maintenance 
checklist with the last checkmark by a scribbled date 
that was ten years back, and a broken pencil. No phone. 
No people. "Just my fucking luck" he groaned, thinking 
his Uncle had forgotten him.

He was utterly alone. Being from Chicago, Bobby had 
never actually been really alone in his whole life. 
Even when he was in his room, he heard the noises of 
humanity, even in the middle of the night.

And it was the silence that got to him first. He 
realized he was straining to hear something, but that 
it wasn't working. He clapped his hands and felt relief 
flood through him as he realized he wasn't deaf. Then 
he noticed how the bare wooden boards of the floor made 
sounds as he walked on them in his sneakers. When he 
opened the door he heard the wind. 

Fascinated by sounds he would normally have ignored 
completely, Bobby stood as still as he could and
just listened. He heard clicks and creaks and tiny 
sounds that he couldn't identify. It was really quite 
fascinating.

He noticed movement on the horizon and saw a smudge of 
white smoke going up in the air. Then he realized it 
was dust and it was moving toward him at a shallow 
angle. He was standing on the platform beside his two 
bags when the dust cloud turned into a bright red 
Mustang GT convertible that looked like it
was going a hundred miles an hour across the dry 
landscape. Within a minute it skidded to a stop about 
five feet from him and he was enveloped in a cloud of 
fine white dust. He coughed and watched his skin turn 
white as a figure materialized through the dust. 

She was wearing a cowboy hat that covered her hair and 
a pair of dark sunglasses that covered her eyes. The 
rest of her wasn't covered by much at all. She had on a 
tiny yellow bikini that was bright against darkened 
skin. The body under that bikini was astounding. She 
was lithe, tall and slim, with bulging breasts that 
were barely covered and supported only a little by the 
bra. The panty cupped her pussy and then slid up over 
both hips to turn into a long slim triangle that 
covered maybe half of her butt cheeks. She was 
barefoot. She was gorgeous and Bobby felt his prick 
stiffen in appreciation almost instantly. He was 
wearing his best pair of sagging jeans shorts, and only 
the fact that his waistband was running right over his 
cock kept it from showing.

"Hi!" the woman said brightly. "You must be Bobby. I'm 
your Aunt Jenny. You probably don't remember me."

Bobby's mouth dropped open. This vision of loveliness 
was his AUNT?! How could he possibly not remember a 
woman who looked like this? "No WAY!" he exclaimed. 
"I'd remember YOU."

She laughed and said, "I'll take that as a compliment. 
You know how to make an old woman feel good."

"You're no old woman" he said flatly. "I know what old 
women look like... and it ain't you."

She laughed again. "You and I are going to get along 
just fine." She grabbed one of his bags like it didn't 
weigh a thing and threw it in the back seat of the 
Mustang. "Let's go" she said. "I don't want to burn."

He put the other suitcase in the back and climbed in 
the front seat as she got in and started the car. It 
had a throaty rumble that suggested an after market 
exhaust system.

Before she put it in gear she grabbed a bottle of 
Coppertone, squirted a pool in one hand, rubbed both 
hands together and then rubbed her hands all over her 
upper chest, arms, shoulders stomach and thighs. At the 
very last, to his amazement, she pulled the little 
triangles away from her nipples and slid a hand across 
each breast, getting the nipple oily. 

She grinned and said "This is the only chance I get to 
sunbathe. But sometimes the wind tears my top off. 
Can't take chances about burning the sensitive parts, 
you know." Then she slammed the car in gear and popped 
the clutch, raising another cloud of dust. This one she 
left behind. A mile of dusty road later they hit 
blacktop.

She drove a hundred and twenty miles per hour. He knew 
she was going that fast because he snuck a look at the 
speedometer. Bobby, white knuckled, had never been 
through anything like it in his young life. He stole a 
glance at her too. She had a big grin on her face. Her 
hat sat there like it was glued on. With a swallow to 
try to regain his normal look of casual unconcern he 
noticed her nipples were pushing the yellow cloth away 
from her breasts at least an inch. 

Those nipples had to be huge, and she obviously got a 
sexual thrill out of driving that fast. What seemed 
like five minutes, but was, in reality, 40 miles passed 
and she suddenly decelerated to a lower speed. It looked 
like he could open the door and step out, running a 
little to keep from falling. This time when he glanced 
at the speedometer he saw it was pegged on 50.

She grinned and said, "My husband doesn't like it when 
I drive fast. So I'm sure he won't find out about it, 
right Bobby?" All he could do was nod. She went on. And 
I'm sorry to have teased you about my suit. I really 
don't get a chance to wear it very often. I shouldn't 
have come to get you dressed like this, but I just 
couldn't resist feeling the sun on my body. I hope you 
can forgive me."

Bobby was back in control. "Aunt Jenny, if you promise 
to wear that suit again I'll keep any secrets you want 
me to. You drive hot and you LOOK hot!" He clamped his 
mouth shut. Where had THAT come from?"

She was in the middle of a turn when he said that, and 
she stopped. She took the sunglasses off for the first 
time since he'd met her and suddenly her startlingly 
blue eyes were peering into his. "My, my, my, I'm old 
enough to be your mother. You ARE a charmer," she said, 
dropping her gaze to his lap. He was VERY glad his 
pants were holding his boner down. "I may have to keep 
a real close eye on you around my daughters. I haven't 
taught them any defenses against silver-tongued boys 
like you."

She started the car again and he realized they had 
turned into a driveway that led to an old two story 
farm house surrounded by tall trees. There were barns 
and sheds and animals everywhere. Two dogs came barking 
and wagging their tails to meet the car. There were 
chickens darting out of the way and a funny looking 
blue bird with a tail three or four feet long that half 
flew half jumped up to a fence post and watched the car 
go by. There was a corral with cattle in it. He saw a 
cat stalking something beside one of the barn walls.

This time the car rolled to a stop gently and Aunt 
Jenny got out. She reached into the back seat and 
grabbed a suitcase. "Come on Mr. Charmer. Let's get you 
inside and moved in before Johnny sees you. He promised 
your dad he'd make your life miserable for the first 
week or so, and he's a man of his word. Just do 
whatever he tells you and keep a stiff upper lip for 
a while and he'll forget all about it. He's really 
a nice guy under that gruff exterior."

She bent over to rough up the ears of one of the dogs 
and those fabulous breasts hung down, stretching the 
suit. The other dog came and sniffed Bobby's leg. The 
only dogs Bobby had ever been around were mean ones and 
he was scared, so he stood stiffly.

Jenny saw and said "That's Rooster, and he wouldn't 
hurt you even if you were trying to rape me. Scratch 
him behind the ears like I'm doing and you'll have a 
friend for life. Bobby tentatively ran his fingers 
behind the dog's ear and it leaned against him. The 
next thing he knew the other dog was by his side too. 
It was black and younger and it looked like it was 
smiling at him. Because of his success with Rooster he 
didn't hesitate to pet the bigger dog. 

"Oh Bobby!" his aunt yelped, and he looked up. She was 
pointing at the dog. "Oh!" she said. "Uh... that's 
Digger... and usually he's not so friendly." He started 
to pull back but she rushed on, "No, if he's come up to 
you and let you touch him then he likes you. That's 
very rare. I'm impressed."

She took him into the house and up a steep flight of 
stairs. There were only two rooms up there, one to the 
left and one to the right. He saw girl type stuff in 
the one to the right and she led him into the other. "I 
made the girls move in together while you're here. They 
will probably give you trouble about that, but I 
suspect you can deal with them. They're spoiled anyway, 
and this will do them good. I've put you in Amber's old 
room." She dropped his suitcase on the bed and turned 
around. "Welcome to the Bar Double R ranch."

and she hugged him. He felt her oily skin against his 
and those wonderful breasts press into his chest. He 
instinctively put his arms around her and hugged her 
back, his hands landing on the smooth skin of her back.

She pushed him back and said, "I'll call you for 
dinner. Unpack. Johnny's going to give you lots to do 
in the next few days and you won't have time to do much 
else I suspect."

There was pathetically little to unpack. He'd brought 
some T shirts, all his sagging pants, his three pairs 
of Air Jordans, his game cube and games and a few 
books. One whole suitcase was full of winter clothes he 
wouldn't need until Fall, when he started whatever 
passed for school in this wasteland. He was hanging 
things up in the closet when he heard something: 
"Humph!" He turned around and saw two girls standing 
in the doorway.

They were obviously twins, both about his height, so 
blond their hair was almost white and as darkly tanned 
as their mother. Both had the same startling blue eyes 
and high cheekbones as their mother too. One was 
wearing a pair of overalls that had the legs cut off, 
making them into a kind of shorts, under which there 
appeared to be a tank top of some kind. 

The other had on jeans and a halter top. The halter top 
had nice big breasts in it, also like her mom's. He 
couldn't tell about the one in the overalls, but he 
assumed she was the same. Both had on tennis shoes. 
They looked about fifteen and were obviously twins. 
"Hi" he said tentatively.

"Oh look!" said one of them. "It talks!"

He turned around and went back to hanging up clothes.

"What's the matter with your pants?" asked one of them.

"Nothing," he said, not turning around. "They're 
supposed to look like that."

He heard a laugh, "Why? They look like they're about to 
fall off!"

"Well, they're not," he said tightly. "That's the way 
everybody wears them where I come from."

The one in the overalls said, "Well, why don't you just 
go back to wherever it is you came from? Then your 
pants can fall off there and I won't have to see your 
skinny legs." She was cruel.

"Amber," said the other one. "Don't be a bitch. He's 
not here because he wants to be."

"That's right" he said hotly. "And you can have your 
fucking room back bitch, if you have some magic way to 
get me back to Chicago." He turned back around.

"You better not let daddy hear you talk like that" said 
Amber. "He'll tar your butt good. In fact I'm gonna 
TELL him what you said!" She turned, her pony tail 
swishing and he heard rapid steps going down the 
stairs. He started toward the door but the other girl 
held up her hand.

"Don't worry. She can't tell him what you said unless 
she says it too. Then she'll get her bottom spanked 
too. She knows that. She's just... messing with you. 
I'm Cindy." She was looking at his games, spread out on 
the bed.

"Oh, you have Jungle Fighter! I LOVE that game. 
Sometime we'll have to play together."

He said, "OK," and heard a heavy tread on the stairs. 
The big black bearded man he remembered loomed in the 
door. "Amber said you were here. Come with me. We got 
work to do."

Bobby was glad his Aunt had clued him in to what was 
happening. It was almost comical how mean Uncle John 
tried to be, growling and talking about how they didn't 
'abide' lazy people around these parts and all kinds of 
things like that. He used lots of words like 'abide' 
and 'folks'. 

Much to Bobby's surprise, all the things Uncle John 
came up with for him to do were fun. Or at least 
interesting. And since Bobby didn't know how to do ANY 
of them, his Uncle had to work with him, which 
effectively knocked out the work quite quickly. They 
moved from one chore on to many others, feeding 
animals, herding them from one place to another, fixing 
a huge flat tractor tire, moving bales of hay. 

Bobby was strong and smart, and nothing that was asked 
of him really taxed him much. The hardest part of the 
whole thing was his pants. He soon figured out that 
sagging didn't work very well when you were trying to 
do farm work. He pulled them up a little, and tightened 
his belt to keep them there. He was too stubborn to 
pull them up and wear them 'normally'. 

Before he knew it the sun was low in the sky and he 
heard his Aunt's voice calling that supper was ready. 
They had been sorting out a bunch of leather straps 
that Bobby had no clue what were for, and hanging them 
up on hooks on the barn wall. He had to rub oil on 
them. Some of them had thick brass fittings and those 
had to be polished until they gleamed like gold. When 
his aunt called his uncle stood up and looked around.

"Hmph!" he grunted, looking for more to do and finding 
nothing. He growled that they'd better not keep Jenny 
waiting or they'd pay for it and led Bobby out of the 
barn. Digger was there and he jumped up on Bobby, 
licking his face as Bobby scratched behind both ears.

"Down!" growled Uncle John and the dog immediately 
dropped to all fours, but continued wagging his tail. 
"Strange," he said, looking intently at the dog and 
then Bobby. They went to supper.

Bobby hadn't eaten this good since... maybe EVER! There 
were biscuits he could have made a meal of, green 
beans, thick juicy steaks, corn, mashed potatoes and 
tall glasses of sweet tea. After supper there was some 
kind of pie that was dark blue and had berries of some 
kind in it. It was delicious.

But what amazed him the most was his Aunt. Without the 
hat and sunglasses, she was a carbon copy of her 
daughters. She was gorgeous, and with all three women 
sitting at the table chatting he was surrounded with 
all the ingredients of a wet dream. His cock got stiff 
during supper, so stiff that, when supper was over, he 
just sat there. If he got up his boner would show for 
sure.

Uncle John got up. "More to do. Can't just sit around. 
Come on." He turned and stomped out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong with Daddy?" asked Cindy, gathering up 
plates and silverware.

"Nothing" said her mother. "You'd better go with him 
Bobby." she said.

Bobby looked down at his lap. Shit. What was he going 
to do now. "Um... I'll go in a minute," he said.

He saw his Aunt looking down at him... at his lap. 
"Girls!" she barked. "Did you get those sheets for 
Bobby's bed like I told you to?"

Amber frowned, "He's a big boy. He can get his own 
sheets."

Jenny frowned herself. "He's going to be tired when 
your father gets through with him. I raised you better 
than to treat guests like that Amber Lynn. You get 
moving... NOW! Cindy, go with her and make sure she 
does it right."

Both girls jumped up and hurried out of the room. Aunt 
Jenny said "OK, the coast is clear. Now get out of here 
before they come back and see that." She pointed one 
long finger at his lap. "I don't particularly want to 
have to answer a bunch of questions about what that is 
and why it's there."

"Sorry," he mumbled. "And thanks." He jumped up and ran 
for the door.

The 'work' for that evening turned out to be riding 
fences, looking for breaks or sagging wires. Bobby had 
never ridden a horse before, and the one his Uncle had 
saddled for him looked like it was a big as a building. 
But John had given him the oldest mare in the stable, 
and the biggest problem with her was keeping her moving 
at all. 

So it was that Bobby, once he got used to the bouncing 
rhythm of her gait, found that he really liked seeing 
the world from seven or eight feet off the ground. By 
the time they got back, though, the insides of his 
thighs were rubbed raw and he was in pretty intense 
pain from having his legs spread for so long.

John smiled as he saw the boy easing down from the 
horse. The kid had heart, that was for sure. Most folks 
would be crying and whining by now about the pain, but 
the boy just gritted his teeth and tried to act like 
nothing was wrong. 

"We'll have to get you some proper jeans to ride in. 
Them shorts won't protect your legs at all." he 
growled, watching Bobby hobble into the barn, leading 
the mare. John made him unsaddle the horse and rub her 
down. Then he showed him where to put the saddle and 
tack. Bobby noticed that some of the leather straps 
that came off the horse were the ones he had oiled and 
polished before supper. His legs felt a little better.

Until he tried walking. 

His thighs were rubbed so raw that he just knew they 
were bleeding. His uncle growled "Done for the night. 
Up early tomorrow. Go get cleaned up and get to bed."

Bobby hobbled into the house and up the steep stairs. 
When he got to his room he discovered there was no door 
mounted in the doorway. He looked across the hall and 
saw that that room too had no door. He could see where 
there had once been hinges, but they had been removed 
for some reason. He was too tired to care. He went to 
his drawers and pulled out the gym shorts he wore as 
pajamas. Then he went looking for the bathroom. He 
found one on the main floor, but there was no shower. 
He didn't know what to do. Hearing TV noises coming 
from the living room he peered in there. The twins were 
watching something and Uncle John was sitting back in 
an easy chair drinking a beer. 

"Uh... Uncle John?" he said. The bearded face turned 
his way. "Where's the shower?"

"Only one," said his Uncle. "Our bedroom. Ask your 
Aunt."

Bobby explored until he found another bedroom. Aunt 
Jenny was sitting at a vanity table with a big mirror 
on the wall in front of her. She was brushing her hair. 
She was dressed in an outfit that looked just like the 
one worn by Miss September in Playboy last fall. It was 
white, and consisted of panties, a bra and a wispy 
jacket that you could see through. You could almost see 
through the bra too. 

He wanted to look at the panties more than anything, 
but controlled the urge. She smiled, and when she found 
out what he wanted showed him the master bath on the 
other side of the room. It was huge, with a shower that 
would hold four or five people, a big whirlpool tub, a 
counter with four sinks and one whole wall covered with 
a long mirror.

"We only have the one shower," explained his Aunt. "So 
we all share it. We aren't all that modest in this 
family." She grinned, looking down at her lingerie. 
"But I'm sure you've already noticed that." 

She gave him a towel and showed him how to use the 
controls on the shower. It had jets of water that came 
out of the walls and ceiling. Being in it was like 
standing in a driving rain. At least the place had a 
door. He stripped down and stood in the water for a 
while. When he got out he looked at his thighs. He 
couldn't see any blisters, but they sure hurt like 
fire. 

When he left the bathroom his Aunt was gone. On his way 
back upstairs he peeked into the living room and saw 
her sitting beside his Uncle, watching TV. He made his 
way to his room and gratefully lay on the bed. With his 
legs spread his thighs didn't hurt as much.

He was just drifting off to sleep when he heard 
footsteps on the stairs. "Bobby?" he heard his Aunt's 
voice call. "You asleep yet honey?"

He answered her and she came in, turning on the light 
beside his bed. "John told me you might need some of 
this." She held up a jar. It was some kind of ointment.

She bent over and looked between his legs, where the 
angry red skin of his thighs was quite evident. "This 
will make you feel a lot better." she said as she 
opened the jar.

Bent over as she was, Bobby couldn't help but see the 
bra of her nightgown, or whatever it was called. It was 
white too, and very thin. He could easily see the dark 
circle of her areolas through it, and the dents made by 
her nipples. The jacket hung loose and didn't cover her 
at all. And, bent over as she was, her breasts hung 
down, exposing a lot of cleavage. She dipped her 
fingers into the jar and he froze as he saw her hand 
heading for the area between his legs. 

Then she touched him.

Several things happened at once. There was an immediate 
rush of cool where her fingers touched, and the pain 
vanished like magic. Her breasts jiggled delightfully 
as she rubbed. Bobby's cock, which had been lying down, 
pointed at his feet, filled with blood and began 
standing up. 

Bobby didn't know what to do. If he 'adjusted' his 
prick, she would be sure to see. If he didn't, she'd be 
sure to see it anyway, since it was beginning to make a 
tent in his shorts. Being a teenager, he took a third 
route. He pulled the pillow out from under his head and 
plopped it down on the front of his shorts. 

His aunt glanced at the pillow and her lips curved 
upwards at the ends, but she went on rubbing on the 
ointment. Soon her hand was rubbing up and down the 
inside of his thighs from his knee to where the cloth 
of his shorts were.

"Do I need to go higher?" she said, straight faced, as 
her hand pushed up on the cloth of his shorts. Her 
fingers were only inches from his cock.

"Uh NO!" he yipped. "Um, I mean... it's OK now."

"I don't know. It looks pretty bad to me." she said, 
putting her hand on the pillow. 

Bobby put both his hands on the ends of the pillow, 
pulling it down onto his body.

"I'm going to have to have a sharp word with John about 
making sure you don't get hurt," she said. 

Her hand pulled on the pillow. 

He held it tighter.

Aunt Jenny looked at his hands and Bobby gripped the 
pillow tighter still.

"Bobby, let me have the pillow." she said calmly.

"I don't want to," he whimpered.

She stood up. "Well, if that's how you feel." She 
turned and he relaxed.

In a flash she turned back and snatched the pillow off 
his groin. There, for all the world to see; well, for 
her to see anyway, was the seven inch tall tent that 
covered his erect penis.

"Well, well, well," she said as his hands flew to try 
to cover the tent. "Now, now, Bobby, it's nothing to be 
upset about. It happens to all men. In fact I take it 
as a compliment." 

She smiled at him, "The salve works pretty well on that 
too. How 'bout I put some on that for you?" She dipped 
two fingers back in the jar.

"NO!" he blurted. "I mean you can't! I mean, what about 
Uncle John? Wouldn't he be mad if you did that?"

"Oh, your Uncle has other things on his mind by now, I 
imagine. You let me worry about your Uncle. Now, let's 
just see what we have under there." She bent over and 
tugged at the waistband of his shorts with one hand. He 
pulled them up.

"C'mon Bobby," she said. "It won't hurt. I promise." 
She pulled again and he let the fabric slip through his 
suddenly numb fingers. 

"That's better," she cooed. She hooked the fingers that 
weren't covered with cream in the other side and he 
lifted his hips off the bed. His shorts were suddenly 
at his thighs and Aunt Jenny had a big smile on her 
face.

"Goodness me, I had no idea you were such a big boy," 
she said. "I thought you were just posturing this 
afternoon, but now I see you can back up your 
compliments." 

With two fingers she reached down and pulled the tip of 
his cock away from his abdomen, where it was hovering, 
a couple of inches off his skin. She pulled it up 
straight and let go. It slapped his stomach and went 
back to it's original position.

"My, my, my. Now I'm REALLY going to have to watch you 
and the girls."

With no further real attempt at disguising the reason 
she had gotten him naked, Aunt Jenny grasped his cock 
and began jacking it slowly. Some of the cream did get 
on it, but she ignored that.

"Lets just get all that nasty sperm out of there. 
That's what's making it all stiff, you know. It's just 
chock full of sperm!"

Her hand speeded up. He was helpless and within fifteen 
seconds of her hand touching him, his cock was a 
fountain, and spooge was flying everywhere. 

Aunt Jenny laughed gaily as she saw her work rewarded. 
Bobby gasped for air as his hips came up off the bed. 
He'd never cum this hard before and he was having a 
hard time assimilating what was happening to him.

His Aunt let go of his weepy cock, leaned over, and 
kissed him on the lips. 

"Good night, tiger," she said. "I think that's probably 
enough for tonight. The girls should be safe until 
tomorrow."

She stood up and held up her arm, which had spots and 
streaks of his spunk on it.

He almost came again as she began licking her arm 
clean. Then, she turned and glided out of his room.


CHAPTER TWO


He slept like the dead the rest of the night.

Which was good, because the next morning Amber woke him 
up while it was still dark out. "Daddy said for me to 
get you up. But you can stay there and sleep if you 
want to," she finished. 

He felt surprisingly awake for that early in the 
morning. If his Uncle had sent her to get him up, why 
would she say he could go back to sleep? She was 
probably trying to get him in trouble again.

When he didn't say anything, and she just stood there, 
he lifted his head and looked at her. The hall light 
was on, and that washed into the room. Her back was to 
that light, so he couldn't see her face, but she was 
obviously looking down at him. 

Then he realized he was still naked from last 
night's... treatment, and had slept naked all night 
long. She was staring at his morning woody. If she 
hadn't been such a bitch to him, he might have felt 
turned on by her staring at him. 

Instead he said "I don't think your mother would 
approve of you staring at me like that."

She sniffed and turned, her pony tail flying up and 
around her head with the violence of that turn. Then 
she marched out. It wasn't until she got to the door 
that he realized she was wearing baby doll pajamas, and 
that if his light had been on he probably would have 
gotten an eyeful.

***

When he went down to breakfast, his Uncle was already 
there. He harrumphed when Bobby came into the kitchen 
and looked at his watch. It was six in the morning and 
he grumbled that they'd already lost an hour of work 
time.

Bobby felt anger burn in his belly. He'd done 
everything the man had asked up to now, and hadn't 
complained once. He knew the guy was trying to act 
tough, and his anger just decided for him that he would 
out-tough the man.

"OK, sorry, let's go. I'm not all that hungry anyway." 

He turned toward the door.

Aunt Jenny's voice whipped out. "Hold it right there 
young man." She turned on her husband. "You haven't 
gotten up this early in three years. I know you're 
supposed to make his life miserable, but let the boy 
eat breakfast before you start." She looked at Bobby. 
"Sit down and eat!" she ordered.

She turned back around to the stove. Bobby looked at 
Uncle John, who had a sour look on his face. Instead of 
doing something stupid, like sticking out his tongue, 
Bobby shrugged and just sat down across from his Uncle.

"Did you sleep OK?" asked his aunt.

"Yes ma'am, like a log," he said, remembering how good 
he'd felt when she'd left his room, licking his cum off 
her hand.

"Good," she said. She turned around with a pan full of 
eggs and bacon and looked at her husband. "You slept 
pretty well too. You snored like a bear."

"Just feed us woman!" he growled. "The MENfolk around 
here have work to do."

Jenny laughed out loud. "We're going to have to take in 
more bad boys like Bobby. You've gotten more done in 
the last two days than you did in the last two months!"

He scowled, but she lessened the rebuke by kissing him 
soundly. Her hand snaked to his lap and he jumped as 
she squeezed the front of his jeans. "And you save some 
of that for ME tonight. Got that mister?"

Uncle John's eyes darted to Bobby's face, but Bobby, 
hearing something strange in the comment, kept his eyes 
on his breakfast. Jenny's eyes went to Bobby too, and 
then back to her husband, who was frowning even harder 
now. In his peripheral vision, Bobby saw her blow Uncle 
John a kiss and then she went back to the stove.

Something strange was going on. He didn't know what it 
was, but it was interesting.

Uncle John led Bobby to the barn, where a tractor was 
hitched up to a long flat bed wagon. The wagon had 
wheels and tires on it just like a car did, and sat 
lower to the ground than Bobby would have expected. 
Uncle John had him climb up and stand to one side of 
the tractor seat, on the axel housing and they started 
off. Bobby wasn't about to ask a bunch of questions, 
but if all they did today was ride around on a tractor, 
it wasn't going to be bad at all.

"We're going to put up hay today," said his Uncle.

"Where are we going to put it up to... or at... or 
whatever?" asked Bobby.

"I baled it last week, and we have to load it on the 
wagon and then unload it in the barn," said John.

Have you ever heard the joke about the Lone Ranger and 
Tonto, when they were surrounded by hostile Indians and 
the Lone Ranger says "Tonto, what are we going to do?" 
and Tonto says "Who's this 'we' Kemosabe?" 

Well, when Uncle John said 'we' were going to put up 
some hay, what he actually meant was that HE was going 
to drive the tractor, while BOBBY humped the bales up 
onto the wagon, and then when they got back to the barn 
HE was going to supervise where BOBBY put the bales.

For those of you who don't know farming, a hay bale 
weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of 45 pounds, 
unless it's alfalfa, which weighs in from 60 to 90 
pounds per bale. John's hay wagon held roughly a 
hundred bales. 

If they'd have been alfalfa, it probably would have 
killed Bobby.

They made three trips before lunch. If Bobby would have 
known he'd humped six and a half tons of hay, he might 
have been proud of himself. That's a lot of hay for a 
young man to hump when he's not conditioned for it. It 
was probably good that nobody told him the average hay-
hauling operation handles a thousand bales a day.

Course they do it with a lot more than one 
inexperienced kid and a man riding the tractor.

The point of all this verbiage is that Bobby didn't 
have much appetite at lunch.

When Cindy showed up in the barn as they were putting 
up the third wagonload, announcing that lunch would be 
ready in an half an hour, Bobby almost sobbed with 
relief at the thought of not lifting anything during 
lunch. He had given it everything he had, and if his 
Uncle said they were doing that in the afternoon too, 
he didn't know what he'd do.

John, for his part, was also fed up with the idea that 
this boy was a troublemaker. From what he'd seen this 
kid had plenty of heart, was a damn good worker, and 
would drive himself half to death if his pride was 
involved. As he watched Bobby drag himself up to the 
house, he decided that boot camp was over for Bobby. He 
also decided that Bobby's parents didn't need to know 
that.

When they walked in the kitchen and Jenny looked them 
over, John knew he was in trouble. Bobby sagged into a 
chair and stared dully at the tall glass of sweet tea 
his Aunt put in front of him. Her tight-lipped stare 
skewered John. "He's not quite dead yet" she said in a 
brittle voice. "Want me to get your pistol so you can 
do it quicker?"

John held up his hands. Instead of trying to defend 
himself he just said "He's done for the day."

"He most certainly is" agreed his wife, her eyes 
glinting dangerously. She reached out and stroked 
Bobby's hair. "Bobby, you just take as long as you want 
for lunch. When you're done I'll draw you a hot bath. 
You're going to need some of that salve on your muscles 
too."

Bobby would have tensed at her mention of the salve, 
but he was too tired. Instead he just looked up at her 
and smiled weakly.

Amber and Cindy bustled into the kitchen animatedly.

"What's wrong with him?" sneered Amber. "Is the poor 
little city boy all tired out? Does he need his mamma 
to kiss it and make it all better?"

"Amber" said her father in a soft voice that somehow 
sounded loud. "I reckon you and Cindy will be humping 
bales this afternoon."

Amber looked stricken and Cindy punched her in the 
ribs. "See what you did NOW?"

The rest of lunch was a dour affair. Only Jenny seemed 
to be upbeat and cheerful. After lunch John told the 
girls to get dressed for hay hauling and hustle out to 
the barn.

Jenny stood, her arms folded under her breasts, one 
foot turned outward as she leaned most of her weight on 
the other leg. "Well, do you think you can drag 
yourself up to the bathroom? A hot bath will make you 
feel a lot better."

"Yes ma'am" said a dejected Bobby. He felt muscles 
screaming that, before today, he didn't even know he 
had. His self image, that of a strong young man who 
could take anything, had taken, among other things... 
a beating. 

His aunt followed him to the bathroom, and inside, and 
he didn't even notice. When her hands flickered out to 
unbutton and remove his clothing, he noticed, but was 
too tired to get embarrassed or try to tell her he 
could do it. 

He'd pulled up his saggers again this morning, and 
they'd chafed his thighs where the saddle had rubbed 
him raw. When she dropped his pants she could see the 
skin was red and irritated again. That was nothing 
compared to what the hay had done to his legs where 
they weren't covered. You'd think hay poking your skin 
wouldn't be all that horrible.

You'd be wrong.

"Damn that man," she muttered. "He doesn't have the 
sense of a goat."

She wasn't too surprised when she pulled Bobby's 
underwear down and his lifeless penis drooped as much 
as the rest of him. She made the bath hot enough that 
he winced as he put a foot in it.

"Just get in it slowly," she warned. "Let your body 
down little by little. It feels hot now, but in a few 
minutes you'll get used to it and it will feel good. I 
promise."

He did, and sighed as he found out she was right. He 
felt weightless in the deep bathtub, and the water was 
so hot on his skin that he couldn't actually feel the 
ache in his muscles. He turned his head and, for the 
first time, realized what his Aunt was wearing. 

She had on a halter top that went around her neck and 
cupped her breasts, lifting them so they stood out 
proud and firm. The cloth in the front was tied in a 
big knot between those breasts. She was kneeling on the 
floor next to the tub and she had a bottle of something 
in her hand. At lunch she'd had her blond hair in a 
pony tail. Now it was loose and hanging down past her 
shoulders.

"Thank you," he said.

"Don't thank me yet," she said with a glimmer in her 
eyes. "You just soak for a while and I'll be back.

Bobby couldn't believe how good the water felt to his 
cramping muscles. His Aunt was right about how he 
stopped feeling the heat after a while. But when he 
tried to sit up he felt strangely weak. He was about to 
get concerned about it when she came back into the 
bathroom.

"OK, you've been in there long enough that you should 
be weak as a puppy. Let's get you cleaned up and out of 
there."

"Cleaned up?" he said, wondering what she meant.

She looked at him strangely and smiled. She reached 
over to the counter and picked up a hand mirror. She 
turned it so he could see. His face was streaked with 
what looked for all the world like mud!

"It's the dust from the hay," she laughed. "John should 
have had you clean up before lunch. He knew better than 
to bring you to a meal like that. Here, hold your 
breath and lean back." 

She held her hand behind his neck as she let his head 
go under the water and pulled him back up. "Now, sit 
up," she instructed.

She helped him sit up and reached into the tub to let 
the water begin to drain. When it was half it's 
original depth she had him hold onto the sides of the 
tub and she squirted a handful of soap into her hand. 
She lathered up his hair and then used a cup to draw 
fresh water to pour over his head, rinsing his hair. 
She squirted another handful of soap into a hand, 
rubbed both her hands together, and began to wash her 
nephew's body.

Bobby jerked at the feel of her hands on his shoulders. 
"I can do that" he muttered.

"Of course you can. But you just hold on. You're still 
weak from the heat in that water." she said. Her hands 
slid down, one to his chest and the other to his back. 
She spent some time on his arms and shoulders, and then 
went back to his back and chest. Her hands went in 
circles as she washed him. They slid lower, into the 
water. The hand in back slid across his buttocks. The 
one in front darted between his legs.

"Aunt Jenny," he groaned. His arms fell into the water, 
splashing some out and onto his Aunt.

"Now look what you've done," she said, her voice level. 
"You've gone and gotten my top all wet." 

Her hands went to the knot in the front and it came 
undone. 

"Now I have to hang it up to dry."

Before his unbelieving eyes, she bared her breasts to 
him. Instead of hanging the garment up, however, she 
just tossed it on the floor. She let him get a good 
look at her chocolate tipped beauties, and, despite the 
heat of the water and the fact that he was weak, his 
penis began filling with blood, saluting her breasts. 

Her hand went back into the water, back between his 
legs, as he jerked and tried to figure out how to 
respond to what she was doing. Her hand closed around 
his now firm cock.

"Good," she said firmly. "You're beginning to 
recuperate. Let's get you out of there."

She stood up and bent over, her breasts swaying gently. 
Her nipples were brown and they stuck out from her 
darker brown areolas. They looked much better than 
anything he'd ever seen in a magazine. He licked his 
lips, wondering what they might taste like. She helped 
him stand up and step out of the tub. His legs were 
weaker than he thought and he stumbled, falling against 
her. His hip left a wet spot on her bright red shorts.

"Oh my," she said smiling. "Now I'm going to have to 
hang up my shorts to dry too!" 

His cock ballooned to full boner.

She took him to his bedroom, and it was there she took 
off her 'wet' shorts. Dressed just in panties she was 
so beautiful it made Bobby's chest hurt. She lay him 
down on the bed, and without a word she began to rub 
the balm into his sore muscles. She worked his arms and 
shoulders, and then pressed hard on his chest muscles. 

Every place she touched screamed until the balm took 
the pain away. She worked between his legs, where the 
angry red skin felt so hot and the balm cooled that 
too. She began to stroke his body with a feather light 
touch, dragging her fingertips here... and there... 
languidly.

"You're quite handsome. You know that, don't you?" she 
said, almost as if she were talking to herself.

Bobby, for the first time in his life, wasn't sure what 
to say. He'd always been brash and cocky up to now, but 
his gorgeous Aunt actually found him desirable - 
sexually desirable - and he was having a hard time 
getting his mind wrapped around that. 

He took a deep breath, "You know... "

She stopped her hands and looked at his face, 
interested in what he was going to say. That too blew 
him away. Adults just didn't pay attention to what kids 
thought. "Know what?" she said.

He decided to take the chance. "I like you," he said.

She raised an eyebrow, obviously in question.

He blushed. He was tongue tied. "I mean I really like 
you. I stared at you when you picked me up. And when 
you put that oil on. But I really LIKE you. You're 
different. You don't treat me like a little boy. I like 
that." He more or less gave up, rather than stopped 
talking. He couldn't put what he was feeling into 
words.

Her eyes got this look he couldn't quite put a name to 
and she said, "Thank you Bobby." One of her hands got 
to his stiff penis and slipped around it. 

With one last look in his eyes she said, "I don't know 
if you're a slick customer, or a really nice guy, but 
that last comment just got you laid."

Bobby's eyes grew huge and he dragged in a breath. He 
couldn't figure out anything to say, and it all came 
out as his body gave a convulsive shiver.

Her head began lowering toward his cock. He knew what 
she was going to do and it was blowing his mind. He 
took in another big breath. "But what about Uncle 
John?" he asked. "And Amber... and Cindy?"

Her head turned towards him with a small smile on her 
red lips. "They're out making hay, Bobby. Don't you 
think we should too?" 

Her head turned back and her mouth descended on his 
prick. Wet heat enveloped his cock and his whole body 
went rigid, his back arching as he thrust his loins 
upward. Every muscle in his body complained. An 
agonized groan escaped his tightly closed lips as she 
sucked, long and hard. She dragged her sucking lips up 
to the tip and then she went back down. He felt his 
young balls churn and knew he should warn her. 

"Aunt Jenny!" he gasped.

She dragged her sucking lips up and off of it and 
looked at his face. "Yes Bobby?"

He was breathing like he'd just run a mile fast. "I was 
about to... you know..."

"Well, we certainly don't want that!" she said with 
mock severity.

He had a terrible feeling for just a moment that she 
was going to stop, but she stood up. Her thumbs hooked 
in the waist of her panties and, keeping eye contact 
with him, she slowly slid them down off her hips, to 
her thighs, past her knees and then they dropped. 

His eyes didn't know where to look. They darted from 
her pussy to her face to her breasts and back again. 
She stood up and stepped out of the panties. Her bush 
was trimmed into a long vertical line that was shaped 
like a long thin arrowhead. It was the kind of thing 
that Bobby somehow knew took a LOT of time to do, and 
had been done lovingly, and with great care. 

That arrowhead pointed at two flabby, floppy pussy lips 
that hung down from her body an inch. Just looking at 
them made Bobby reach over and clamp his hand on his 
cock, squeezing hard to keep the spunk in his body.

Aunt Jenny said, "Don't!" thinking he was going to beat 
his meat, but then she saw him squeeze. "Let's not 
waste that, what do you say Bobby?" 

Quickly she straddled his hips, those long pooching 
pussy lips hanging down over the tip of his cock. There 
was a single clear drop of something hanging from one 
of those lips, and it wobbled as she positioned 
herself. With two fingers of one hand she spread those 
lips, while she bent over, holding herself up with her 
other hand so she could see what she was doing. Gently 
she lowered her pussy onto the tip, those lips kissing 
his prick. Had that been all she did, Bobby would have 
remembered this moment in time for the rest of his 
life.

But she didn't stop there. She kept lowering her body 
until she was sitting on her nephew's loins and his 
cock was fully embedded in her wet, sucking pussy.

She put both hands on his chest, leaning slightly 
forward, looking him in the eyes. "Today is the 14th 
Bobby. That doesn't mean much to you, but it means a 
lot to me." 

She rocked forward and then back, making her pussy 
stroke his prick like her hand had the night before.

"Today's our anniversary, Bobby, John's and mine. We've 
been married for seventeen years today." 

She rocked again.

"And he forgot," she said softly.

She scooted again, setting up a rhythm now, moving 
forward and back, making Bobby's prick dig deep into 
her pussy and then pull back an inch or two. He felt 
his balls churn again.

"Aunt Jenny?" he said, the exact same way he'd said it 
before.

She looked down at him and her smile was brilliant. 
"Bobby?" she said. "Yesterday I probably dropped an egg 
from one of my ovaries. I stopped taking my pills, so 
that when this anniversary got here I could get 
pregnant again. But John forgot, Bobby. Would you like 
to have first shot at making a baby in me Bobby?"

She clenched her pussy on his cock as his head shot up 
off the bed and he said, "WHAT!?"

But it was academic after that, because his cock turned 
into a hose that washed the walls of her pussy with 
thick teenage jism... powerful... potent... plenteous 
seed that filled her to capacity as she reveled in the 
feel of being full of her lover's hot seed.

Neither of them could talk for a moment then, because 
his hot shots carried her into a nice long sexual 
seizure that made her nipples spike and her breath rasp 
in her lungs. Her eyes closed tightly and her head 
shook, shaking her hair back and forth as she continued 
rocking and rubbing her clit on his soggy pubes.

All in all it was immensely satisfying for both of 
them.

Except, of course, that Bobby knew his life was over. 
Uncle John would crush him like an empty peanut shell 
when he found out this had happened.

Time moved slowly and it was like waking up from 
sleeping while you're still really tired for Bobby. But 
eventually, as she sat there, still keeping his cock in 
her, they talked.

"You are seriously brain damaged or something." he 
said, capable now of talking to her like she was one of 
his friends.

"No I'm not!" she shot back. "He forgot, so he missed 
his chance. That's all."

Bobby's eyes opened wider. "You mean you were serious?" 
he asked.

There was no smile on her face now, but she nodded, 
making her hair shake again. "I'm still young. I had 
the girls when I was seventeen, Bobby. I want more 
children. I LOVE babies. I stopped taking the pill just 
for this anniversary. And he DID forget." She moved her 
pussy on his pubic mound. "Mmmm, that feels so nice," 
she said.

Incredibly Bobby felt his cock begin to come back to 
life. After the orgasm he'd just had he thought he 
might never be able to have another one, maybe forever! 
Now, with a rush of emotion he felt it begin to stiffen 
even more.

She felt it too and smiled that brilliant smile again. 
"I'd forgotten about how easy it is for young men to... 
go again," she laughed. She began moving on him again.

"Aunt Jenny!" he panted. "Could I maybe be... on top?"

"Ohhh, I think I'd like that," she purred and she fell 
on him, wrapping her legs around his and her arms 
around his back and she rolled. Quite suddenly he WAS 
on top of her. Her legs flung wide and she brushed the 
hair out of her face. He pushed himself up and stared. 
Now he had time to study the swells of her breasts, the 
crinkly stiff nipples. On impulse he lowered his head 
to suck one in and she moaned her approval. 

He was completely hard again and experimentally he 
dragged it out of her, making a squelching sound. She 
was so wet it made him think of a swamp. Before, he had 
felt heat and pressure, but now she seemed more loose. 
It still felt wonderful, but the urge to cum was gone.

Bobby set about having his very first full length fuck. 
He found that she liked it when he slammed in hard, so 
he did that a lot. Her body shuddered as he pounded her 
and her breasts jiggled as she sighed and moaned and 
YELLED her appreciation.

He heard her wail "Oh Bobby I'm cumming honey DON'T 
STOP BABY!" and pounded her even harder. Still he 
didn't feel like he had to cum, so he kept on and soon 
she was wailing again, her nails digging into his butt, 
jerking him toward her. He hit her hard enough he 
worried about hurting her, but all she did was raise 
her pussy toward his, slamming back up at him. It was 
violent, but in a way that didn't SEEM like violence.

After three of those wailing orgasms Jenny flopped back 
in the bed, limp and satisfied. Her hands moved to his 
hips and she slowed his pounding attack until he was 
sliding in and out of her with long, leisurely strokes. 

She was still panting, but she said, "Thank you Bobby. 
But you didn't cum. Don't you want to cum in me one 
more time?"

"Yes," he gasped, feeling weak again after working so 
hard to please her. "But I probably shouldn't. Not if 
you're really able to have a baby."

She caressed his face, "You're sweet. But I want you to 
Bobby," she said it forcefully. "I WANT you to squirt 
in my pussy Bobby!" she growled. "I WANT YOU to make a 
baby in me Bobby." She was getting louder and louder 
and Bobby was getting more and more excited.

Ladies, there is nothing in the world you can do to a 
man to make him cum harder... or quicker for that 
matter... than telling him you CAN get pregnant, and 
that you want HIM to MAKE you pregnant.

Bobby erupted in his beautiful aunt, filling her again 
with his hot cream as she cooed and urged him on, her 
hands sliding all over his back, her pussy tilted up to 
accept his liquid love.

He'd just sagged down, feeling the soft support of her 
breasts, his cock leaking the last of his love offering 
into her, when they heard the voice at the door.

"MOTHER! HOW COULD YOU? I'M TELLING PAPPA!"

"AMBER!" yelled Jenny.


CHAPTER THREE


"SHIT!" yelled Bobby.

"STOP HER" yelled Jenny.

His lethargy vanished as adrenaline took its place and 
Bobby leapt up off of his aunt. Within seconds he was 
at the door. Amber was only halfway down the long 
narrow staircase. Bobby jumped a third of the distance 
as Amber heard him behind her and screamed. He jumped 
another third and then jumped one last time, landing 
right behind the screaming girl.

His hands hooked into the back of her shirt and he 
heard it rip as she pulled against him. He let go and 
lunged, tackling her around the waist. They tumbled to 
the floor as she fought back, kicking and screaming. 

She tried to scratch his face, but her farm-short nails 
couldn't get any purchase. They rolled on the floor and 
he ended up on top of her, his greater weight pinning 
her to the floor. The front of her shirt was open, the 
buttons having popped or ripped, revealing her white 
bra. He got her wrists under control and pushed them 
beside her head. To a casual observer it would have 
looked like he was trying to rape her, his naked body 
lying on top of her as she struggled.

But all he did was hold her. It was like having the 
proverbial tiger by the tail. She was screaming and 
cursing, and he couldn't let go of her. He heard his 
aunt and then saw her naked feet off to one side.

"AMBER!" she barked. "Be STILL!"

Bobby looked up. She was still naked. His sperm was 
running down the inside of her thigh, a long thick 
streak of white. She looked completely unashamed of her 
nudity. He felt Amber relax under him and realized 
their eyes were only inches apart. She was staring into 
his.

"Get off me," she said, her voice ugly.

"He'll get off you when I TELL him to get off you," 
said her mother. "Are you going to behave yourself?"

"Like YOU have anything to say about BEHAVING 
YOURSELF!" yelled the irate teen. She struggled again 
with Bobby, but he was too heavy for her. "GET OFF ME 
YOU PRICK!" she spat. Eventually her resistance got 
less and less, though she still struggled.

"I know about you and your father," said Jenny in a 
calm, but somehow clearly audible voice. She also 
sounded... dangerous.

The change in Amber's behavior was startling. First she 
froze completely, then she went limp. Her lower lip 
trembled and her eyes filled up with tears. Bobby was 
staring at the tears, smelling her not unpleasant 
breath when she went "Bawwww," and began sobbing 
uncontrollably. 

Instinctively he let her go and rolled off of her. She 
lay limply on the floor, crying her eyes out. Her 
mother just stood over her, arms folded under those 
fabulous breasts. Even as strange as the situation was, 
Bobby couldn't help but begin to get stiff again, 
sitting there, looking at his gorgeous aunt. He 
surreptitiously dropped his hands to his lap.

Amber rubbed the tears out of her eyes. Suddenly she 
didn't seem to be able to meet her mother's gaze. 
"How?" she blubbered.

"What?" said Bobby, unaware he'd spoken out loud.

"Little miss Amber here has been fucking her father," 
said Aunt Jenny, her voice cold and flat.

Amber wiped her eyes again. "How do you know?" she 
said. Bobby noticed she didn't deny it.

"I wash your clothes," said her mother. "Somebody's 
been filling your pussy up with semen, and a whole lot 
of it has drained out into your panties. On almost all 
of those days, the only candidate around was your 
father."

For some reason this conversation made Bobby look at 
the crotch of Amber's jeans. There was a dark stain 
there and he gasped when he saw it. 

Aunt Jenny saw it too. "Like right now?" said Aunt 
Jenny. "Isn't that what's staining your jeans right now 
Amber? Didn't your father just fuck you in the barn? 
What did he do, send Cindy on out to the field?"

Amber was crying again. "Yeeees," she sobbed. "He told 
her to go start raking the hay, and that we'd be out 
later... after a chore."

"And that chore was stuffing your little teenage pussy 
with his prick," said her mother.

Amber wiped her eyes with her knuckles again. "I'm 
sorry mommy," she whispered.

"It's bad enough you try to take my husband away from 
me. Don't add lying to your list. You aren't sorry. 
You've been fucking him every day for over two months. 
If you were sorry you would have come to me about it."

Finally Amber looked up at her. "But if I would have 
done that you'd have divorced him," she wailed.

"Who says?" asked her mother.

Bobby's head jerked as he looked at her.

"What?" asked Amber.

"I said who told you I'd divorce him. Did HE tell you 
that?"

"Well... no... I guess I just thought that..." 
stuttered Amber, off balance now.

"That's the whole problem. You haven't BEEN thinking. 
When was your last period?"

"What?" asked Amber again.

"I haven't put you on the pill, and I know John isn't 
going to go ask Doc Johnson for a prescription for you 
and then get it filled at the pharmacy, where Doris 
Miles would spread it all over the county that you were 
going on the pill." 

She was tapping her bare foot now. "And I know I didn't 
do that either Amber. So... when was your last 
period.?"

Amber looked stricken, "Um... let's see... I guess it 
was... uh..."

Aunt Jenny said, "It SHOULD have been three weeks ago, 
on the first of the month. You're regular as clockwork, 
Amber. You know when you're supposed to start. Why in 
the world didn't you come tell me you didn't?"

Tears started leaking out of Amber's eyes again. "I was 
afraid," she cried.

Jenny uncrossed her arms and kneeled by her daughter. 
"Sweetheart, you aren't afraid... you're pregnant."

Amber's face looked up. "But mommy, I CAN'T be 
pregnant. I'm too YOUNG to be pregnant. You'll just 
KILL me if I'm pregnant."

Aunt Jenny put her finger under Amber's chin and lifted 
it so she had to make eye contact. "Amber, I suspected 
you were having sex with my husband for a month, and 
I've KNOWN you were having sex with my husband for over 
a month. I knew you weren't on the pill. You've been 
old enough to have babies for years now, at least 
biologically. What does that tell you honey?"

Amber looked confused. "I don't know," she whined.

Bobby again spoke before he could control himself. "It 
means she isn't going to kill you." 

Then he looked at his aunt, "You said you love babies."

The story came out in bits and pieces. Aunt Jenny 
wanted to get pregnant, but Uncle John wasn't giving 
her sex when she was the most ripe, and she couldn't 
seem to catch. Then, when she realized he was giving 
his semen to their daughter, she knew why it was so 
hard for her to get him to pay attention to her. She 
knew John well enough to know he wouldn't use a condom 
- he hated them with a passion. 

She was pissed off about it at first, but knew that if 
she blew her stack the family would fall apart. So she 
decided that she could raise her grandchildren just as 
easily as she could raise her own. She knew that Amber 
would get pregnant sooner or later, having unprotected 
sex with her father. 

She didn't know if Cindy was in on the deal or not - it 
turned out she wasn't, according to Amber - but even if 
they both got with child then all that meant was that 
she'd have two babies to love instead of just one.

Then Bobby had popped on the scene and the dynamics of 
things had changed. Suddenly there was another sperm-
filled pair of balls on the premises, and two could 
play at cheating just as easily as one. Then, when 
Uncle John forgot their anniversary, things sort of 
came to a head.

In the end both women ended up hugging each other and 
crying together and Bobby suddenly felt very 
conspicuous, sitting naked on the floor with half a 
hard-on. He was about to ask permission to go put on 
some clothes when Aunt Jenny blew her nose in a Kleenex 
and asked what Bobby thought was an odd question.

"Amber, do you love your father?"

Amber looked shocked and said, "Yes mommy!"

Aunt Jenny went on. "And what he's been doing to you... 
what you've been doing with him... how do you feel 
about that?"

Suddenly Amber was all fidgety again, and looking 
everywhere but at her mother. Then she found some 
courage from somewhere and firmed her gaze. "He looked 
at me so funny. Then he said I looked almost exactly 
like you did when he met you. And I don't know exactly 
how it happened, but it happened. I love daddy, and I 
love... what we do. I feel so special when we make 
love."

Aunt Jenny stood up then, "OK. I needed to know that. 
OK, here's what we're going to do. We're going to 
pretend that all this never happened." She waved her 
hand negligently around, including Bobby's naked body.

"I don't understand," said Amber.

"You go on with your father, like we never had this 
talk," said her mother.

"And you're going to go on with... him," said Amber 
with some disgust in her voice.

"Don't take that tone with me young lady," barked her 
mother. "You're the one who got yourself knocked up by 
your father, so you have no right to judge. Bobby is a 
sweet and thoughtful lover, who makes ME feel special. 
If YOU can have a wonderful lover who gives you a baby, 
surely I can have one too!"

Amber's eyes got as big as saucers. "I'm PREGNANT!" she 
gasped. It was clear she had worried about it, and had 
thought about it, maybe even agonized about it. But she 
had never admitted it to herself. She had forgotten 
that probability in the process of the conversation. 
"What am I going to DO mamma?"

"You're going to eat right, keep working hard, stay in 
shape, and have a beautiful little boy or girl. It's 
happened millions of times before," said Jenny. "I'll 
pick up a test kit in town the next time I go and talk 
to Doc Johnson about getting you started on prenatal 
exams. 

He'll keep his mouth shut if I tell him to." She nodded 
at Bobby like he wasn't even there.

"But what about Daddy?" said Amber. "What's he going to 
say?"

"I think your father has forgotten some very important 
things around here. Maybe having a couple of swelling 
bellies show up will get his attention back on where it 
needs to be. I say we don't tell him until you start to 
show. Then it will be too late for him to suggest 
anything I'd have to shoot him for." Jenny's voice was 
grim at the last.

"What about Cindy?" asked Amber.

Jenny frowned. "I don't know. I'll have to think about 
that. We'll talk about that later. You're late. I don't 
want John coming back to the house to find out where 
you've been." She looked startled. "Why DID you come 
back to the house after you... you know?" she asked.

"I forgot my hat," said Amber. "I didn't want to get 
sunburned."

"Well then, get your hat and get out to the field."

Amber scrambled up and ran for the stairs. She came 
back down wearing a white cowboy hat. She hugged her 
mother. "Thank you mamma... for still loving me."

"I'll always love you sweetheart... no matter what you 
do," said her mother.

The door slammed and Jenny turned back to Bobby. She 
held out a hand and laughed as his stiff prick was 
exposed when he reached up to let her pull him up.

Then she looked him in the eyes and kissed him on the 
lips. It was a soft long kiss, gentle and slow. 

When it was over she said "All that nice sperm you gave 
me dripped out Bobby. What do you suppose we could do 
about that?"

They ended up in HER bed this time, her legs thrown 
wide in invitation as he mounted her. He gave her 
another helping of his thick potent seed, thinking of 
what it must look like for huge, hairy Uncle John to be 
hunched over his cousin, doing exactly the same thing. 
As his spunk pumped into his lovely aunt, he hoped it 
would find the egg she had talked about.

That night supper was quiet. The girls were exhausted, 
as was Uncle John. After they had made love, Aunt Jenny 
had made Bobby sleep, to get his strength back, so he 
felt pretty good, other than the fact that every muscle 
in his body hurt.

After supper Bobby overheard Uncle John admitting to 
his wife that even with the help of both girls they 
hadn't put up as much hay in the afternoon as he and 
Bobby had in the morning. Aunt Jenny chided him, saying 
that he was working his nephew too hard, and that it 
wouldn't help if the boy hated them all. 

It made him feel good to hear his uncle admit that he 
seemed like a good kid, and knew how to work. Bobby's 
heart went into overdrive as he heard Aunt Jenny say, 
"He IS a good worker. I had him take care of something 
for me today and he did a VERY good job." 

But Uncle John didn't ask what it was Bobby had done 
for her, and he relaxed.

After that things improved significantly. Uncle John 
would talk to Bobby about what kinds of things needed 
doing, and they'd decide together what each of them 
would work on, and how much they planned on getting 
done. Bobby's aching muscles firmed up and he began to 
be able to do more without getting tired and sore as 
much.

Twice he was paired with Amber on a chore that needed 
two people to finish it. She wasn't so hateful to him 
now, but they talked very little and worked a lot.

Several times he and Cindy worked together. She was 
very friendly toward him, asking him all kinds of 
things about city life, and other things she had no 
exposure to.

And often, sometimes as often as every other day, Aunt 
Jenny found a reason for Bobby to help her with 
something, almost always under conditions that meant 
they would be alone for some time. Bobby remembered her 
comment about his being a thoughtful lover. He was an 
ardent student because of that. He asked questions, 
made her teach him things and, as a result, soon took 
her to places she had never experienced before, even 
with her husband. 

But no matter what new thing they tried together, he 
ALWAYS pounded her to at least one orgasm with his cock 
buried in her sweet, tight pussy, and ALWAYS shot his 
spunk in her at least once. 

Their fuck sessions were always hot and sometimes 
violent. They were also inventive. On one hot sunny 
afternoon Jenny claimed Bobby as her ride-along for a 
trip to town. They took the Mustang and, a mile from 
home, she stopped. She was wearing the yellow bikini 
under her clothing. 

It was Bobby who got to rub the Coppertone all over her 
this time, including her breasts, and she left the top 
off while they drove on back roads, in a roundabout way 
that took them almost two hours to make the 40 minute 
drive to town. She stopped to get dressed and ended up 
spread on the trunk of the car while Bobby powered his 
rampant teen prick deep in her pussy.

***

Two months to the day after he first laid eyes on her 
at that dusty old railroad depot, she told him she'd 
missed a period. She celebrated by spreading her legs 
and getting another hot serving of potent teen spunk.

It was about a week after that that he was harvesting 
tomatoes in the garden with Cindy. She had been 
uncharacteristically quiet, not saying much to him at 
all. Finally she put her basket down and stood, 
crossing her arms under her breasts. 

Bobby loved looking at her breasts. They were almost as 
big as her mother's and she hardly ever wore a bra 
under the cotton button down shirts she liked to wear. 
As a result he got to see a lot of titty bobbing going 
on. He didn't mind, because he was usually able to get 
it out of his system by pumping her mother full of his 
hormone induced sperm.

She didn't look happy. "Bobby," she said. 

He looked up. "Yeah?"

"I want to ask you a question," she said. She brushed a 
few strands of platinum hair out of her face with a 
motion that was exactly like her mother used.

"OK."

"And I want you to tell me the truth," she said.

"Sure." He was curious now.

"Have you and Amber been... doing things?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, even more curious now.

"Have you two been... necking... and stuff?" her face 
suffused with blood.

The light went on in Bobby's head. Amber was probably 
beginning to show to the point she couldn't hide it any 
more. She had taken to wearing loose clothing, but her 
sister would be able to see her under circumstances 
where she DIDN'T have on that belly-hiding clothing.

But, of course he couldn't admit that he knew that. "I 
don't understand," he said. "Necking?"

"Oh, come on!" she said, stamping her foot on the 
ground. "You know what I'm talking about. Have you been 
having sex with my sister?"

Bobby had to laugh. If she'd have asked him that about 
her mother he might not have been so convincing. "YOU 
come on!" he said back to her. "Amber hates me. You 
know that. She hardly even talks to me. Why in the 
world would you think we'd be having SEX for pity's 
sake?"

Cindy looked discouraged, "I know. I thought about all 
of that, but I HAD to ask."

"How come?" asked Bobby, trying to play the part. "Did 
she say something to you?"

"Can you keep a secret?" asked Cindy.

"Sure."

"I mean it. You HAVE to keep this a secret. I mean it 
won't matter in a few weeks, but until then you HAVE to 
keep quiet about it, OK?"

"I said OK." 

"Well, I think she's pregnant." She didn't say anything 
else.

"Pregnant?" Bobby was so proud of himself for being 
such a good actor.

"It means she has a baby inside her you dufus," said 
Cindy angrily.

"I know what it means. Why do you think that?"

"Haven't you looked at her lately? asked Cindy.

"I guess not," said Bobby. "I like to look at you and 
your mother, but not Amber so much." Now why had he 
said that?

"You do?" asked Cindy, her eyes big.

"Well, sure. I mean you're both really pretty," said 
Bobby lamely.

"Wow!" she said. "Thanks."

"Sure." Hopefully she'd go back to talking about Amber.

She did. "Anyway, her stomach's getting too big. She 
quit wearing some of her favorite pants. And when she 
gets dressed she always faces away from me. She's been 
having trouble buttoning her jeans. AND the last time 
we were supposed to have... our monthly... you know? 
Well I did, but I never saw her... taking care of 
things."

"Oh," said Bobby. "Wow."

"Anyway... if it's not you... who is it?" She looked 
troubled. She was just as smart as her mother, and it 
didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who the 
other potential sperm donor on the farm was. "I've been 
thinking and thinking and thinking about where she 
could have gone, and who she could have... who the 
father could be. I can't think of anybody."

"It was probably some guy from school," said Bobby

"Yeah, maybe," she said. But she didn't sound 
convinced. They went back to picking tomatoes.

A little while later she said "Do you really think I'm 
pretty?"

Bobby didn't have to pretend. "I think you're mother is 
a knockout... one of the most beautiful women I've ever 
seen. You look just like her. So, yeah, I think you're 
really pretty." 

She ducked her head and they didn't say anything else 
until the chore was done. On the way back to the house 
she whispered, "Thank you."

Just then Digger came into the garden, wagging his tail 
and head butting Bobby. Bobby scratched behind his 
ears.

"And that's another thing" said Cindy, standing with 
her hands on her hips. "How come Digger likes you so 
much? He doesn't like ANY strangers, but he's liked you 
since the day you got here."

"Digger and I understand each other," said Bobby, 
digging his fingers deep into the ruff on the dog's 
neck. "Everybody thinks we're bad, or mean, but we're 
really sweethearts down deep."

Cindy sniffed and went on toward the house while Bobby 
paid some attention to his four legged pal.

***

That afternoon, while Uncle John and his daughters were 
taking a trailer full of cows to the auction, Bobby lay 
between his aunt's soft thighs. As his prick powered 
her full of sperm he sucked gently on a nipple and she 
sighed under him, pulling his butt to her. In the 
afterglow of good sex he told her about the 
conversation with Cindy.

"You DO have a silver tongue, but it was nice of you to 
say we were beautiful," she said.

"But you ARE beautiful. I told the truth about that. 
I'd be happy as a lark if I never had another woman 
besides you." He meant it and she was flattered.

She roughed his hair. "You goose. You're only sixteen 
years old. You have your whole life ahead of you and in 
another ten or twenty years I'll be a wrinkly old hag. 
You should pay more attention to girls your age."

"The only girls my age around here are your daughters," 
he said. "And one of them is pregnant and doesn't like 
me. I don't think you want TWO pregnant unmarried 
daughters."

"Hmmmm," was all she said. And then "Once more?"

***

The next Saturday was the day Aunt Jenny had decided 
she would can tomatoes. She drafted Cindy and Bobby to 
help her, since Uncle John said he needed someone to 
help him with a repair to the tractor and Amber 
volunteered. Aunt Jenny shot a look at Bobby and he 
just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

It turned out canning was a lot of work. Bobby had 
never done it before and knew nothing about it, but he 
learned quickly. His aunt placed jars full of tomatoes 
in a big pot of boiling water and then, by some process 
he didn't understand waited for a while and then put 
lids on them. His job was to take the jars out of the 
big water once the tops had been put on. 

He had to be ready at an instant's notice, because as 
soon as he took the finished jars out, Jenny was 
putting new ones in. Cindy's job was to cut up and fill 
the jars. There were also heaps of green beans that had 
been prepared and needed to be canned too. It was hot 
work, being in the kitchen with all that boiling water 
and steam. 

They had been at it for two hours when Cindy suddenly 
said, "Mom, I'm out of jars."

Jenny turned around and said, "You can't be. I told 
John to bring all the jars in and we should have 
plenty." She counted the boxes that were now full of 
cooling jars of canned vegetables. "There are only five 
cases here. There should be five more. You kids go out 
to the shed and get the others. He must have gotten 
distracted."

So Bobby and Cindy trooped out the back door, down the 
stairs, and past the barn to the shed that held 
gardening tools and, allegedly, five more cases of 
mason jars.

It was on the way back that they heard the moans. 

They were coming from the barn, from an open door to 
the haymow on the end of the barn. Cindy stopped and 
asked "What's that?"

"I dunno," said Bobby, though the sounds he heard 
sounded suspiciously like the sounds his aunt made when 
he was pounding away at her hot pussy with his stiff 
prick. 

"It sounds like someone is hurt!" said Cindy, setting 
the two cases of jars she was carrying down on the 
ground. "Come on, something may have happened."

Bobby felt more and more that if they investigated 
those sounds Cindy would learn something she probably 
didn't want to know. "But wouldn't somebody have called 
for help?" he suggested.

"Not if they're BOTH hurt," she said. If the tractor 
fell on them they could be in bad trouble."

Bobby started to say something about how unlikely it 
was that the tractor could fall on anyone and the hurt 
person be up in the haymow, but he dropped the idea. It 
was clear she intended to go into the barn. He put his 
jars on the ground and followed her.

The moans were louder inside the barn and now they 
could hear words too.

"Oh FUCK that feels good Daddy," came a feminine voice.

"Watch your mouth girl," came a deep rumbling reply.

Cindy turned and whispered to Bobby, "That's them. 
What's going on?"

Bobby now knew pretty well exactly what was going on. 
But he couldn't do anything about it. Cindy started to 
climb the wooden ladder nailed to a big roof support 
nearby.

"Ohhhhh Daddy, that feels so good," came Amber's moan 
of appreciation.

"Yeah baby girl" came the bass response. "I think this 
is my favorite way of doing this. You're so tight 
honey."

Bobby knew now what they'd see, or what Cindy would see 
when her head cleared the square hole in the floor of 
the loft. 

Sure enough she froze, her body going rigid and there 
was an indrawn hiss of her breath. Bobby didn't want 
her to yell, so he climbed up by putting his feet 
beside hers and his hands outside her body. He ended up 
behind her, his body pressed against her back as he 
peeked over her shoulder.

Amber was on her hands and knees, on a horse blanket 
that was spread over several bales of hay that Bobby 
felt like he should recognize. She was naked. The way 
she was positioned Bobby and Cindy could clearly see 
the swell of her belly, hanging under her. Had there 
not been some thought she might be pregnant, someone 
might have thought she was just sagging her back, like 
a swayback mare. But in that position she LOOKED 
pregnant.

Her father was also naked, but to Bobby it looked like 
he was wearing a suit of hair. His face wasn't the only 
place he grew dark almost black hair. It was all over 
his body, even on his buttocks. He was standing behind 
Amber, and his hands were on her hips, holding her in 
place. That was because he was sliding what was 
obviously a very long, very thick and very rigid cock 
in and out of her pussy, doggy style.

Bobby put his mouth by Cindy's ear and quietly went, 
"Shhh!"

He was pressing her to the ladder with his body as they 
watched the erotic sight before them. Amber's obviously 
pregnant belly and her breasts swayed under her as her 
father powered his thick prick into her pussy from 
behind and her moans made it quite clear that she loved 
what was happening. Bobby's prick swelled instantly and 
pressed into Cindy's bottom. She shuddered and began 
fidgeting, moving left and then right. He could tell 
she was uncomfortable and leaned back a little.

Just then Amber began whining that she was going to cum 
and Uncle John pounded her even harder, leaning over to 
put his hands under her and maul her breasts. "You 
should have told me you missed a period" he huffed as 
he hunched over her, burying his root in her again and 
again.

"You shouldn't have shot off in me Daddy," she moaned.

"I couldn't help it baby," he grunted.

Amber yipped and started making sounds that were just 
like those her mother made when she was cumming. 

"Like NOW!" said her father and he powered into her one 
last time and froze, hunched over her as his prick spat 
globs of daddy sperm into her already pregnant belly.

Cindy started climbing down the ladder, leaving Bobby 
alone at the top as she slid out from under him. He 
went quickly down after her. When she hit the dirt at 
the bottom she ran for the barn door. Bobby caught her 
about ten feet outside the door. He grabbed her around 
the waist and she struggled against him.

"Let me GO!" she panted.

"Why?" he asked. "What are you going to do?"

She whirled, her eyes big as saucers, wild, darting all 
over. His hands were on her hips now. "I don't KNOW!" 
she whimpered. "Tell mother?"

"Think about it," he said soothingly, trying to calm her 
down. "If you noticed she'd missed her period, don't 
you think your mother would too?" He was cheating, of 
course, because he knew the answer. 

But his question hit her like a bomb. 

"Of COURSE she knows," hissed Cindy. "Why didn't I think 
of that?" She looked at Bobby "I don't know WHAT to 
think," she moaned.

Bobby, for some reason he couldn't explain, pulled with 
his hands and she slowly came toward him. Then her arms 
were around him and she was sobbing in his neck. He 
didn't understand why, but he just held her, patting 
her back awkwardly.

"Hey, it'll be OK," he said, not knowing what else to 
say.

Finally her sobs died down and she pushed him away 
gently. "But why wouldn't she TALK to me about it?" she 
whispered. Bobby had no idea whether she was talking 
about her sister, or her mother. 

"What could you have done?" he asked. That was a pretty 
safe question for either scenario.

"I don't know," she moaned. "Probably nothing." Her eyes 
drifted onto his and locked on. She giggled suddenly. 
"At least I know it wasn't YOU who knocked her up!" And 
then she kissed him on the lips, hard, holding his face 
between her hands. It wasn't really a sexual kiss, but 
more of a kiss that said, "Thank you for not fucking my 
sister, because I like you a lot and that would have 
broken my heart."

Of course Bobby didn't know that. He didn't even have 
time to close his eyes before the kiss was over and she 
was giggling and smiling. "Come on, we have to get 
those jars in to Mom."

Bobby wondered if he would ever understand women.



CHAPTER FOUR


Cindy didn't say anything to her mother, but while she 
was washing up Bobby told his aunt what had happened. 

She frowned, and seemed to be thinking about what he'd 
told her, but didn't say anything to him.

That night at supper things came to a head, though. 
Jenny had just put a big bowl of fried chicken on the 
table when she casually said, "I'm pregnant."

There was an immediate cessation of sounds. There was 
no click of silverware on crockery, no pouring of 
liquid into a glass, no chair scraping as it was 
adjusted. 

Nothing. 

Dead silence.

In most families this would have been exceedingly 
strange. I mean in most families everybody would have 
been cheering and yelling and celebrating.

But everyone at that table either had knowledge, or had 
seen or figured out something that had to do with 
pregnancy, and almost all of that knowledge was what 
police classify as "Guilty Knowledge". 

John had impregnated his daughter and they both knew 
it. Bobby had impregnated his aunt, or at least had put 
a whole lot more sperm in her than her husband had, and 
they both knew that. 

Cindy knew that she had the knowledge of who had 
impregnated her sister, and that she hadn't said 
anything about that to her mother.

It was, shall we say, an uncomfortable situation, which 
explains the silence.

Then Aunt Jenny poked a stick in the snake pit. "Amber 
is pregnant too."

The only person who was relieved to hear that was 
Cindy. Now she didn't have to feel bad about not 
telling her mother what she'd seen, because her mother 
already knew.

"Oh shit," said Uncle John.

Amber reflexively said, "Watch your mouth Daddy."

Everybody at the table looked at Amber and she flushed 
bright pink. As far as she was concerned, the only 
person at the table who didn't already know about her 
was Cindy, and she was sure she could make things right 
with her sister later.

Cindy, of course, didn't understand the dynamics that 
were going on. And who could blame her for thinking 
that someone MIGHT think that it was Bobby who was 
responsible for her sister's swelling belly. After all, 
SHE'd thought about it.

Her angst about that bubbled over. "Well it wasn't 
Bobby!" she said. Then she slapped her hand over her 
mouth as every eye in the room turned HER way.

Bobby sat, entranced by what was happening around him. 
Things like this never happened at Bobby's house. This 
was extremely interesting, even though he knew there 
was some chance that his role in Aunt Jenny's pregnancy 
might possibly surface. He wasn't too worried though. 
After all, what could Uncle John do to him, considering 
what Uncle John had done to Amber?

"And what exactly do you mean by that, young lady?" 
demanded her mother. It would have been much more 
impressive or effective had she not been setting a bowl 
of green beans on the table as she said it.

Cindy began stuffing her mouth with a biscuit. You 
weren't allowed to talk with food in your mouth in 
their family. 

Aunt Jenny reached out and took the remainder of the 
mangled roll out of her hand. "Cindy?" she prompted.

Cindy swallowed and reached for her water glass. Her 
mother beat her to it, snatching it away without 
spilling a drop. "You can have this after you explain 
what you just said."

Cindy looked around. When she looked at Bobby he smiled 
inanely, almost like he was a lunatic who smiled at 
anything and everything. "Well... ummm... what I meant 
was that it wasn't Bobby... who got Amber... pregnant." 
She immediately reached for the water glass and began 
noisily drinking.

Jenny looked pointedly at her husband, who met her gaze 
for a split second before his eyes darted away. 

"Oh shit," he repeated.

For some reason no one corrected his language this 
time.

Amber was looking at her sister like she was from outer 
space. "You KNEW?!" she gasped. Then she looked around 
the room. "EVERYBODY KNEW?!"

Uncle John's eyebrows rose up until they met his head 
hair. "What do you mean... everybody knew?"

Amber turned scornful eyes on her father. "Come ON, 
daddy. Mom figured it out, and Bobby knew about it, and 
obviously Cindy figured it out somehow." 

She turned on Bobby, "YOU TOLD her, didn't you, you 
little sneak?"

Cindy turned her big blue eyes on Bobby too. "You 
knew?" she said, her voice rising. "You KNEW and you 
didn't TELL me?"

Uncle John's eyes kept bouncing from one daughter to 
the other, and then to Bobby and occasionally toward 
his wife.

Bobby held up his hands. "Hey, leave me out of all 
this. I didn't have anything to do with any of this."

Amber jumped up and screamed, "I catch you PORKING the 
SHIT out of my MOTHER and you claim YOU don't have 
ANYTHING to do with ANY of this? What a crock of SHIT!"

"AMBER, you watch your MOUTH," barked both her parents, 
together, almost in two part harmony, as if they had 
practiced it for hours.

Then Uncle John said, "Porking the shit out of WHO?" 
his voice rising, like the beginning of an air raid 
warning siren.

Jenny folded her arms under her breasts and glared at 
him. "John, what was the 14th of last month?" 

Her husband had a 'deer in the headlights' look on his 
face. 

She barged on, stepping closer to him. "I'll TELL you 
what it was, John, it was the seventeenth anniversary 
of our wedding day John, and you know what you did to 
celebrate it John? You PORKED THE SHIT OUT OF OUR 
DAUGHTER, John, IN THE BARN, John. THAT'S what you did 
on our anniversary, John." 

Her eyes were wild now and her face red. She was a 
jilted lover and a woman scorned and she was HOT about 
it.

"So, John, I found ANOTHER prick to satisfy me John, 
and since you decided to put all YOUR sperm in our 
DAUGHTER, John, I SINCERELY THINK AND HOPE THAT IT'S 
BOBBY'S SPERM THAT MADE THE BABY THAT'S IN MY BELLY 
RIGHT NOW!"

"Oh shit," said Bobby

"You're Pregnant?" said a very bewildered John.

"You porked my mommy?" said an equally bewildered Cindy 
to Bobby.

Things pretty well degenerated into a shouting match 
after that.

Dinner got cold on the table before things calmed down. 
By then hardly anyone was hungry any more. Rooster and 
Digger got fed extremely well that night.

But after the shouting was over, and the recriminations 
were all aired, some actual communication took place. 

John knew he'd been wrong to spend all his sexual 
attention on his daughter, never mind the incest angle. 
Jenny knew she shouldn't really have cuckolded her 
cheating husband with his nephew, much less allowing 
him to make her pregnant. But this wasn't the first 
time they'd 'acted badly' as the British would have put 
it. Jenny and John had been through rough times before, 
and were more resilient than the girls. 

Bobby had nothing much invested in things except a son 
or daughter on the way, and they couldn't go public 
about that. Everyone would think it was John's child. 

Pretty much the only one who was left out of everything 
was Cindy, and she just sat there and listened to 
everything happen around her. Every so often she shot a 
look at Bobby, but usually he was involved in the 
discussion in some way and he didn't notice. A neutral 
observer might have come to the conclusion that Cindy 
was hurt that he had fucked her mother. Perhaps she was 
remembering his hard penis pressing into her bottom as 
they watched Amber and John mating in the barn.

Finally it got so late that everybody just went to bed.

All the revelations about who was having sex with who 
and who got who pregnant, and how long people had known 
and who had known, sort of put a damper on sex for the 
next few days. For some reason Aunt Jenny was perfectly 
willing to sneak around behind her husband's back and 
fuck Bobby senseless, but didn't seem to want to do it 
in the open. And Uncle John lost his unconquerable lust 
for his daughter once everybody in the family knew 
about it. 

The first evidence that things might eventually heal up 
was four nights after the big blowup, when Bobby, in 
his room, and the twins, in their room, clearly heard 
what they at first thought was the argument to end all 
arguments, complete with screaming and banging. 

All three crept down the stairway, wondering if they 
were going to have to clean up dead bodies, when it 
suddenly became clear to all of them that the cause of 
the noise was NOT an argument. It was unbridled, cave 
man sex.

Jenny was calling John every name in the book as she 
demanded he fuck her harder and deeper and longer. John 
was calling her every kind of sweet piece of ass in the 
book as he tried his best, based on the knocking sounds 
they heard, to drive her head through the wall by way 
of his dick in her pussy. 

It was sort of a short course on marital reconciliation 
for the youngsters. Jenny laughed and cried and said he 
was a much better lover than Bobby, and he moaned and 
cried that while he had been attracted to Amber as a 
younger copy of her, Jenny was a hot blooded mature 
woman he could never get enough of.

Amber shook her head, disgusted. "I'm going to bed," 
she hissed in an angry whisper. Amber was used to 
getting her ashes hauled on a regular basis and was a 
little cranky now that she'd been cut off.

She'd only been gone a minute or two when Bobby turned 
around to go upstairs.

Cindy grabbed his arm. "Wait. I want to talk to you."

They went up the stairs together and she pushed him 
into his room. She glanced at the open doorway and then 
pushed him over to the bed, which was as far away from 
the doorway as you could get.

"Why did you fuck my mother?" she said without warning.

"What kind of question is that?" he asked, a little 
confused.

"It's a simple one," she said, with an edge to her 
voice. "I just want to know why you did it."

Bobby looked at her in the moonlit room. She was 
serious. 

"I don't think I could have done anything else," he 
said. He told her about the liniment and what Aunt 
Jenny had done then, jacking him off. "I didn't expect 
it, and I was sort of frozen." he said. "And then, 
later, when she took off her shirt, and I saw her 
breasts..."

He was obviously thinking about what that looked like 
and she poked him. "Go on." she ordered.

"When she did that I couldn't help myself. She was so 
beautiful and sexy, and then she took off her bottoms, 
and I saw her pussy and she wanted to... you know. I 
didn't actually DO anything. Not that first time. She 
was so beautiful I was sort of... enchanted... you 
know, like in fairy tales?"

She was quiet for a minute. "OK, I understand that. 
What about after that? Why did you do it... again?"

"You've got to be kidding me," he whispered. "I did it 
again because she was STILL beautiful and because it 
felt FANTASTIC!"

"And you KNEW she might get pregnant when you did it?" 
asked Cindy, breathing more heavily now.

"She told me that and said she WANTED me to make her 
pregnant. I'm a guy, Cindy, and even though I never did 
it before, there was a part of me that WANTED to make a 
woman pregnant so bad it almost hurt and when she said 
that I just couldn't help but try to do it."

"So you're saying you couldn't help yourself because 
she was so beautiful and because she wanted you to make 
a baby in her. Is that about right?"

Bobby nodded in the dark. "I guess so. Do you 
understand?"

"No" came her answer. "But I want to." She made a 
movement and Bobby realized she was taking her T shirt 
off.

"What are you doing Cindy?" he hissed.

She stepped into the pool of moonlight that was coming 
from the window. She was naked. Her skin looked milky 
white in the moonlight, and the shadows cut her body 
with blotches of impenetrable blackness. She turned 
toward the window a little and he saw black dots where 
her nipples were. Her hip was bare and, though he could 
not see into the darkness between her thighs, he knew 
what it must look like.

"You said I was as beautiful as my mother," she said 
softly.

Bobby felt his prick rise to full mast.

When he didn't say anything she asked "Were you lying 
Bobby?" 

"No," he whispered. She WAS beautiful in the moonlight, 
achingly so.

"I want to understand what it's like, Bobby," she said 
and moved toward him.

"But..." he started and she bumped into him. Her hands 
felt for his face and she kissed him... their second 
kiss. But this one was very different from their first. 
This kiss was with soft lips that parted a little, and 
she pressed her breasts against his chest as her arms 
came down his neck and around to his back. There was 
urgency in her kiss and she breathed loudly through her 
nose as she refused to break it to use her mouth for 
that.

Finally she had to stop kissing him and she sucked in 
great breaths of air as her hands went to the waist of 
his shorts, pushing them down over his buttocks and 
hips. 

"Cindy..." he whispered.

She knelt and pulled his shorts down in the dark. Her 
hands fluttered to his groin and he felt her cool 
fingers on his rampant prick. He heard her sudden 
intake of breath, harsh in her throat as she felt his 
size and hardness. 

He heard her voice coming up to him as he stood in the 
darkness. "This is the penis that made my mother 
pregnant."

Then she was standing again, pushing him toward the 
bed. "You can't resist me," she said, her voice low and 
throaty. "You said I'm as beautiful as my mother and 
you couldn't resist her, so you can't resist me. Bobby 
I want to do this. I want to understand."

Then they were falling together and the springs of his 
bed protested as their combined weight landed and their 
naked bodies bounced and rubbed together. 

She climbed up on him and straddled his hips, her pussy 
kissing his balls as she bent over him, searching for 
his face in the dark with hers.

"I want you to FUCK me Bobby," she hissed in his face.

"Ohhhh Cindy, I don't think you know what you're 
doing," he moaned.

One of her hands went down and grasped his erection. 
She fisted it and dug the tip between her vulva, making 
a low sound in her throat as there was contact and just 
a little penetration. 

"I want to understand, Bobby. I want you to FUCK me." 
she repeated. Her hips lurched and his prick tip slid 
out of her slick receptacle. She whined with 
frustration, trying to get it in her.

Something in Bobby woke up and he was suddenly calm. He 
understood her desire; had felt it himself his first 
time. She obviously wasn't going to take "no" for an 
answer. He hugged her to him and rolled them over. Her 
legs split and he held himself up, pressing his groin 
into hers. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Oh yes... please," she begged.

"It will hurt," he said softly.

"I don't care... please Bobby... I have to know."

Bobby lifted himself up enough to let her grab his 
prick again, and she slotted it in her pussy. This time 
when he pushed he felt it lodge tightly and she 
flinched as her hymen was stretched. Instead of pushing 
on in, he dropped his head and captured one of her 
nipples. He sucked gently, chewing lightly and playing 
with it as much as sucking it. 

Her mother loved that and she did too. He prodded her 
opening with his prick, not really pushing hard, but 
letting her tightness stop his entry. When he'd teased 
Aunt Jenny this way she became an animal, begging for 
penetration and taking over if she didn't get it. 

He switched nipples and worked on her until she was 
squirming and moaning constantly, trying to push her 
pussy up onto his cock. Then he sealed her lips with 
his and shoved hard with his prick.

She stiffened and groaned as her cherry was destroyed 
and her pussy filled to overflowing with hot, hard 
prick for the first time. She made noises into his 
mouth, but he kept it sealed with his as her hands 
fluttered and pushed at his chest ineffectually. She 
wiggled her hips, trying to get away from the impaling 
rod that stretched her so cruelly, but he bore down, 
pinning her to the bed. 

He didn't move until her hips went still. Then he 
slowly dragged his prick back out of her ravaged pussy 
and lifted his lips off hers.

She sighed as the pressure left her and shivered as his 
cock scraped over her clitty. He gave a couple of half 
thrusts, going in a little and coming right back out, 
trying to keep some kind of pressure on her clit. He 
sucked her nipples again as she breathed harshly and 
grunted as he poked it in her again.

He lifted his head. "You OK?" he whispered.

"Don't stop," she ordered tersely. "It's better now."

He began feeding her more of his cock each time he went 
in, and suddenly his pubic bone was bouncing off hers 
and his balls were slapping her ass. Her feet moved as 
her knees came up and her legs spread more. Then her 
heels dug into the bed and her hips started a 
reciprocal thrusting, in time with his pumping action 
and suddenly they were fucking like they'd been lovers 
for years.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, followed by something like 
"Unnngggggg!"

The bed started making rhythmic squeaking noises and 
Bobby worried that someone would hear. Amber was only 
thirty feet away. 

He slowed and Cindy's hands slapped on his buttocks. 
"Don't stop!" she ordered.

Her hands insisted on the rapid thrusting he'd been 
doing and the bed set up a squeaking that he knew Amber 
would hear. But now his balls were tightening and he 
didn't want to stop either.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh yeah," she chanted, her hips 
thrusting harder now. "Oh Bobby, something's 
happening!" she whined.

"What are you guys DOING?" came Amber's voice from the 
doorway of the room.

"Shut up and get out!" panted Cindy as her hands urged 
Bobby on even faster.

"CINDY!" squealed Amber. "You guys are FUCKING!" she 
said in what was supposed to be a whisper but only 
barely resembled one.

"I said shut up and get out!" gasped Cindy. "Just a 
little more Bobby, it's about to happen, I just know 
it." she groaned.

"That's disgusting!" said Amber. "You're acting like a 
slut Cindy!"

"It... takes... one... to... know... one," panted Cindy 
at her sister, who, with a snort and a flounce of her 
pony tail, turned around and stalked back to their 
room.

"Bobby?" gasped Cindy.

"Yeah!" he gasped back.

"I don't want... to be the only woman... in this 
house... who isn't pregnant."

"What?!" he said incredulously.

"Make a baby in me Bobby!" she squealed.

"But..." he protested, his balls tightening to the 
point of no return.

"I want you to FUCK... a BABY... in me Bobby." she 
whined, her pussy jumping up at him in time with her 
phrases.

Bobby groaned and gave up. Three days of pent up sperm-
rich semen gushed through his prick and inundated 
Cindy's virgin womb as it flooded that receptacle and 
the egg she hoped was waiting to be fertilized. And 
when she felt his seed flush into her, her own dam 
broke and she went rigid as her pussy screamed it's 
pleasure in an orgasm much stronger than any she had 
given herself with her fingers.

In that instant she understood exactly why her sister 
had let their father prod her pussy, and why her mother 
had wanted Bobby's prick in hers too. 

And, in that instant she didn't feel left out any more. 
Her rigid body relaxed and she hugged her first lover 
to her fiercely.

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear as he let his 
weight down on her.

***

Bobby wanted to stay past his six months, but the plan 
didn't allow for that. If his parents found out he 
actually LIKED being on the farm, and especially WHY he 
liked being on the farm, they might not send him back, 
as was going to be suggested. There had been many 
planning sessions in the last couple of months, as all 
three women's bellies ripened and the babies began to 
move around inside at least one of them. 

Uncle John didn't have much say in things any more. He 
pretty much went where he was told at night, and 
serviced who he was invited to service. 

For that matter it was the same with Bobby. The women 
decided among themselves where the men would sleep on a 
given night. 

But it wasn't really as bad as it sounds. Amber never 
did want Bobby to bed her, really, though when she 
found out how happy he had made her sister she did warm 
up to him considerably. And Uncle John was just happy 
that they didn't all hate him for what he had done, and 
that the family was staying together.

His aunt took him back to the same lonely depot that 
had been his first real look at Montana. He got to fuck 
her one last time as she sat on the desk in the office.

Being pregnant had made her even hornier, which is 
probably why she decided she wanted to fuck him again 
even though she had tried to stop doing that. 

It had been actually been Amber, though, who had caused 
the sexual free-for-all that described the last two 
months. She didn't want to have sex with Bobby, and 
didn't think it was fair that Cindy and her mother got 
to get their goodies pretty much whenever they wanted 
to and she had to go without. 

So her mother shared Uncle John, but demanded that 
Cindy share Bobby.

And the men, being men, just kept their mouths shut and 
their pricks hard.

And now he was on that train again, looking out the 
window as it rocked along the tracks, taking him back 
to the city that now seemed like some kind of foreign 
country to him. It had been an amazing half year, and 
he didn't know what he'd do when he got back to 
"civilization". 

He knew he'd adjust, but it was still a year and a half 
until he was eighteen and could go where he wanted... 
which was right back to Montana.

He patted the letter in his pocket. He knew what it 
said - had even made suggestions on how some of it 
should be worded - but it was sealed, and he would play 
his part at home when he turned it over to his father.

He visualized the satisfaction he expected to see on 
his father's face as he read those words:

"Dear Jack,

After six months, we hope we have been able to instill 
in Bobby some of the values so important to our family. 
It wasn't easy, and he had some rough times, but we 
believe he has learned and grown quite a bit.

We did our best with him, but with only six months, and 
the knowledge that he would be able to escape our rules 
eventually, it is hard to tell how much he changed, and 
how much he wanted us to THINK he changed. Time will 
tell.

He has promise though, and we'd like to ask a favor. 
Jenny is pregnant (I know we should have told you 
sooner, but things have been so hectic) and darned if 
the girls didn't make some bad judgment calls of their 
own, and ended up pregnant too. Jenny wouldn't hear of 
terminating the girls' pregnancies, thinking that the 
girls need to be responsible for their actions. 

So the long and short of it is, Jack, that in about 
three or four months, I'm going to be working the place 
pretty much by myself.

Bobby knows the operation, and he ended up being a good 
worker. So I'd like to ask if maybe you could send him 
back up here, for say, another three or four months, or 
until all the new mothers get on their feet and can 
start carrying their weight again.

I know this won't seem fair to Bobby, but Jack I need 
the help. So I took the liberty of hiding the pocket 
watch Jenny gave me on our fifteenth anniversary inside 
the toe of a pair of boots we bought him. It's in his 
suitcase. So I'd like you to pretend that I complained 
about it being gone in this letter and go search his 
stuff. Then, when you find it, you can punish him by 
sending him back up here. 

I know that's a pretty low down thing to do, but I'm a 
desperate man, Jack. Besides, he made a few friends 
here, and there is a dog here he seems to get along 
with well. If things work out well enough, I'll tell 
him one of the girls played a prank on him with the 
watch, and offer to hire him next summer, with pay and 
everything. 

Thanks a lot, and I'll understand if you don't want to 
go along with my plan, though I surely do hope you do.


As always, our regards to you and Marjorie,

Your Brother, John


Only one thing seemed odd about the letter, and that 
was the flowery, almost feminine way that John signed 
his name.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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