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Breeding Season At The rocking R Ranch (Version Bravo)
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
Diedre is trying to keep the ranch going in the absence
of her husband, and that means breeding horses. With
the help of her Brother-In-Law and nephew, along with
her own son and daughter, she thinks they can manage,
but none of them have any experience at breeding. For a
bunch of amateurs they succeed beyond anyone's
expectations. (MFmf, inc, bi, cheat, voy, mast, oral,
preg)
***
Author's Comment: This story is written in three
versions. This is version Bravo. While there are
similarities and shared text between the stories, they
have been written to appeal to specific
(different)tastes. While all the versions are coded,
the main theme of each version is presented here to
assist you in choosing which version you wish to read:
Version Alpha: Incest between the boys and their
mothers.
Version Bravo: Incest between the boys and their
sisters. Sex between in-laws.
Version Charley: More or less a free-for-all of incest
between just about everybody, with a little husband
sharing thrown in for spice.
Caution: This is not a story about bestiality, per se.
However, since this is a story that involves horse
breeding, there are elements of light bestiality which
are necessary for the plot to develop. As a point of
interest, the description of hand breeding is factual
and was provided by a reader I'll just call Charles.
His description led to this story.
***
Bobby turned his head for possibly the thousandth time
and gazed out the window of the car as it sped through
miles and miles of... miles and miles. He had grown
bored with the flat topped little mountains and piles
of house-sized boulders an hour ago. He'd counted more
cows than he cared to, even though he wanted to stay
ahead of his sister, who was counting things on the
other side of the car, competing with him. They counted
everything in their friendly competition: Windmills,
power pylons on high-tension lines, silos, parked
motorcycles, even old time water pumps. Basically
anything that was repetitive could be counted and
claimed. Each kept track on a pad of paper.
He sighed. He was bored, but that was the only way they
had to pass the time when they were on trips.
Especially when they were going to his Aunt Diedre's
ranch in Wyoming. He remembered the last few times
they'd driven up there, but only parts of each visit.
They'd gone when he was ten and his sister, Megan, was
nine. He remembered that time because his Uncle Tom had
taught him to shoot the .22 rifle. That was a high
point of his life. Then they'd gone again when he was
thirteen. He remembered that time because he got to
ride the horses and...
He closed his eyes, remembering back to that night when
he got back from a trail ride having to pee so bad that
he was about to go in his pants. He was a city boy,
though, and couldn't bring himself to just haul it out
and let fly on the ground, like other men on the ranch
did. So he had dashed for the bathroom, slamming
through the closed door, pulling his zipper down. His
cock was hard from holding it in and he pulled it
through the open zipper just as he realized he wasn't
alone in the bathroom.
Aunt Dee was there. She had just turned off the water
which had muffled his entry. As he hauled out his stiff
cock, she opened the glass door and stepped out,
reaching for a towel to dry off her dripping...
naked... luscious... womanly... soft... pale body.
He remembered how brown her nipples had looked, sitting
on those big soft looking breasts. He remembered her
wide green eyes and the way her mouth went into an "o"
as she looked at what was in his hand. He remembered
his eyes dropping to where he expected to see golden
hair, like the honey colored tresses on her head, and
how there was nothing there but skin. And something
else that hung down between her thighs.
Pussy lips.
At thirteen he knew what he was looking at, and if he
hadn't had boner from having to piss so bad he would
have sprouted one anyway.
He couldn't remember the sobbing explanation he made,
or what she'd said to him, exactly. All he remembered
was being unable to get a stream of urine started
because he was hard as a rock, and the pain in his
bladder making him almost ill.
Aunt Dee had wrapped a towel around her amazing body,
kissed him on the cheek and said "I'll just leave you
alone to deal with your... problem." Then she'd kissed
him on the cheek AGAIN, which did nothing whatsoever to
soften the rock that was currently his prick. He DID
remember he'd had to sit down, like a girl, to pee.
That was what he remembered about the last time they'd
been to the ranch. Now he was seventeen, and a foot and
a half taller, with broad swimmer's shoulders and curly
dark hair. He glanced at his sister. He always thought
of Megan when he thought about his Aunt, because she
looked like a younger copy of the woman. His mother too
sometimes. Cathy and Diedre were known as "The Miller
twins" when they were growing up, even though Cathy was
a year older than Dee. And Megan looked just like the
pictures of her mother and aunt when they were her age.
She had the same hair, the same high cheekbones and
even, in a lot of ways, the same temperament. He didn't
know about the hair between her legs. Try as he might,
he'd never been able to get a glimpse of that part of
his sister.
He'd seen her tits, though. She wasn't shy about
walking around in just panties, though she always wore
at least those. And, at sixteen, her body had flowered
into something most men would drool over. She wasn't
shy in other ways either, having more self confidence
that seemed either fair or legal. One of the things she
wasn't shy about was ogling the lump in the front of
the white briefs Bobby wore around the house.
Megan had a reputation as a tease at school. Bobby had
never had to "protect" her, though. If a guy started
getting pushy she used her Karate skills to cool him
down. She knew enough pressure points that she usually
didn't have to hit them. And if a guy was stupid enough
to claim he'd crawled between her legs... well, she was
a popular girl and she knew all the other popular
girls. More than one guy had gone through a long dry
spell because Megan whispered that she thought he had
herpes, or genital warts, or whatever.
She didn't ACT like a little sister around him. She
acted like a girl, about his own age, maybe a neighbor
girl who had grown up next door to him, and had shared
all her secrets. They were very comfortable around each
other.
Unfortunately, that made her sexy, to his way of
thinking.
She was looking out the other window, counting a herd
of... Buffalo of all things! She was wearing a tank
top, without a bra. He could see where her adolescent
nipples poked through the thin yellow cotton that
covered them. Their mother was constantly trying to get
her daughter to wear bras, but Megan resisted. She wore
them to school, and on dates, but that was it.
As if she had radar or something Megan turned her hazel
eyes toward him. She saw where he was looking before he
could avert his own eyes.
"If you're counting those I'm going to win for sure,"
she said, not all that softly.
Bobby blushed. Why did she have the power to unsettle
him every single time? He saw her eyes go to his lap.
"I've got one!" she yelled, her eyes leaving no doubt
whatsoever that she was counting... boners.
"One what?" asked Rudy, their dad. He was the one
driving and was alone up in the front seat. Their
mother, Cathy, had to stay home because she couldn't
get off work to come with them. There had been an
argument between the siblings, calling "Shotgun" and
then fighting about who had called it first. Rudy
simply said it was a tie and that meant they BOTH had
to sit in the back. He didn't put up with a lot of
yelling.
Megan giggled. "One... what do you call them? Those
thingies that have... milk in them, and you have to
grip the long rod and move it up and down, and it
makes... butter?"
Rudy looked in the rear view mirror. "Butter churn? You
saw a butter churn? Where in the world did you see one
of those?"
Bobby looked down at the "rod" his sister had been
talking about gripping. His gym shorts were poked out
at least six inches and it was obvious he had a major
hard-on. In panic he grabbed the pillow between him and
Megan and pulled it onto his lap.
"Oh, it was on a sign. For a dairy or something. Don't
those count?" she asked innocently.
Rudy looked back at the road ahead. He knew his
daughter, and that tone of voice meant she was teasing
her brother. Both of them were just sitting there,
though, and there was no clue as to what the teasing
was about. Except that Bobby was beet red in the face.
"I don't think signs count." he said.
"Oh" said Megan, smiling at her brother. "They should.
It made me all hungry... you know, the thought of all
that cream, and making it come out..." she was grinning
at her brother now, making the up and down classic
gestures with her closed fist that any boy recognized
instantly. "...as butter." she finished, giggling
again.
Bobby reached out and slapped her arm. Naturally he did
it just as his father looked in the mirror again.
"What's going on back there?" demanded Rudy. "Bobby you
know better than to hit your sister. Now, kiss and make
up."
That was one of the ways their parents had handled
sibling rivalry as they grew up. If the two kids got in
a fight they were made to kiss and make up. When they
were little that worked wonders, as neither child
wanted anything to do with kissing the other. But their
attitudes had changed just a little in the last three
or four years. For Megan, it was a chance to kiss a boy
and then stop, which appealed to her sense of
exploration. For Bobby, all he had to do was look at
Megan's green eyes and wheat colored hair and then
close his eyes and pretend he was kissing Aunt Dee.
It had made for some interesting "punishment".
Bobby automatically leaned toward his sister, who
leaned toward him. When their lips touched her tongue
darted out and drilled its way between his lips,
pressing into his mouth. He jerked back in surprise as
Megan laughed out loud.
Rudy turned back to the road and drove. The rest of the
trip was made in silence.
Two hours later they arrived at the big gate of the
ranch. Bobby had always liked the gate, which had two
tall poles on either side, with an arching metal sign
between them. It had a big "R" on it with what Bobby
had thought was a smile underneath when he was little.
He always smiled when he went under that arch, like the
smile under the R, because that meant he'd get to see
his beautiful aunt.
They turned up the long, straight dusty road that led
from the blacktop to the house, with its attending
barns, sheds and trees. The house was set back into a
hillside that was covered with trees, and looked cool
and inviting after all the dust and barren looking
wastes they'd driven through. Everyone was ready to be
out of the car, so they could stretch and ease tight
muscles.
Bobby stared toward the porch. There were two women
waiting for them. One was his Aunt Dee. She was tanned
and muscular from all the riding she did. She had on a
worn and faded baseball cap that had a National Rifle
Association emblem on it. Her usual pony tail hung
through the back of the cap and dangled almost to her
waist. Bobby sighed. She was the kind of woman who,
when she walked in a room, got the attention of the
men... and probably some of the women too, if they
swung that way. She was just a ball of walking, talking
sex. And the funny part was that she didn't seem to
have any idea what effect she had on men OR women.
The other woman was perhaps a little taller than his
aunt. He peered closer and was astonished to recognize
the second woman as his cousin, Molly. While they'd
been friends when they were little, he hadn't spent
much time with her in years. The last time he was at
the ranch she was gone to summer camp somewhere.
Molly looked as different from her mother as Megan
looked similar to her aunt. Molly had long straight
black hair that a lot of Hawaiian women have, with that
almost blue sheen to it. She was deeply tanned and
looked exotic. But she too had the green eyes that were
so common in the females of the Miller clan. She was
almost painfully slim, except for her breasts, which
stuck out like a Barbie Doll's breasts, out of
proportion to the rest of her body. Bobby thought she
looked like some fairy princess brought to life out of
the swords and sorcery books he liked to read. She was
a year older than him, though, and, to his High School
trained mind, was "not available" because she was
older. Girls like her just weren't interested in boys
younger than themselves.
Bobby stared at her healthy firm breasts and felt his
dick begin to stiffen again. He couldn't do anything
about it except walk around to put the car between the
women and the telltale lump in his pants.
His father looked at him from the other side. "Aren't
you coming?" he asked.
"Um... I'll come in, in a minute," said Bobby, unable
to explain the real reason he wasn't walking toward the
hug he knew he'd get from his aunt.
Rudy wasn't stupid. He had the same reaction to seeing
his beautiful sister-in-law and her daughter as any
other man would have, and he knew his son was a man, at
least in so far as he reaction to beautiful women.
"Don't sweat it," he said, handing Bobby a box that he
could hold over his crotch. "You're normal. They're
both babes. Molly sure has grown up in the last few
years." He winked at his astonished son and grabbed a
suitcase, which he held covering HIS lap.
If they thought the girls would all go inside, leaving
them to ferry things inside and let their erections go
down, they were mistaken. Diedre stood, hands on hips,
one leg cocked, with the toe pointing out.
"You boys can carry that stuff in later. I need HUGS
here!" she demanded.
Bobby tried to get away with just leaning in for a
kiss, but Dee took the box from his hands and set it on
the porch railing next to her. She pressed her soft
womanly body against him and kissed him soundly on the
lips. Her eyes popped open and stared into his as she
felt his cock pressing against her mons. "My, my, have
YOU ever grown up!" she said, grinning. Then she
dropped her arms and turned to her brother-in-law.
"Rudy, are you ever a sight for sore eyes!" she said.
Rudy dropped the suitcase on the porch and took his
sister-in-law into a bear hug. Not only did he let her
feel his arousal, he pressed it into her crotch,
squeezing her and crushing her breasts against his
chest. He gave her a long kiss on the lips. She had met
him on a blind date and been so effusive about his
qualities that Cathy started going out with him too. He
and Dee had never done more than some adolescent
groping, but both had enjoyed that and had always been
comfortable with each other physically. They had a
tendency to flirt with each other too.
"That goes for me too," he said, as he let go of his
breathless sister-in-law.
Bobby watched, his eyes getting bigger and bigger as
his aunt dropped her hands to his father's hips and
PULLED them against her lower body. He couldn't believe
what he was seeing and he got even harder. He grabbed
the box and turned toward the front door of the house
only to run into Molly. She was staring at him.
"Hi Bobby." she said shyly. Her voice had a melodious
alto timbre to it.
"Um... yeah, Hi," he said, blushing.
"I haven't seen you in a long time," said his cousin.
She didn't add anything to that, and an awkward silence
stretched out.
"Yeah" he said finally, shy too. This gorgeous creature
was actually talking to him and it made him squirm.
"You're a lot bigger than I remember you." He almost
grimaced and felt stupid.
Her smile made his balls get tight. "You too. Maybe
after you guys get settled in we can catch up."
Megan was right there then, squealing, and Molly's
behavior changed to that of confident teenager as she
greeted her female cousin. They had been pen pals for
many years, and felt completely comfortable around each
other.
Then it was tote that barge and lift that bale for the
two men, who moved in enough belongings stashed in the
station wagon and trailer to keep them going for the
two months they planned on staying. Bobby groused about
it, since, in his opinion, most of it was Megan's.
And he thought about why they were there.
Bobby had gotten to read the letter from his Aunt that
had arrived several months previously. Uncle Tom had
been elected as State Representative for the Wyoming
District at Large, and was going to have to spend a lot
of time in Washington D.C. The biggest problem with
that was that he'd be gone during the time of year they
bred most of their prize horses. The ranch raised prize
winning Quarter horses and Arabians, and the proceeds
from the sales of these horses, along with the breeding
program, were the primary income of the whole
operation. They also had cattle and some goats, but
those were mostly for feeding the family and trading to
Mexican migrant workers, who loved to eat goat more
than any other kind of meat.
In their valley hideaway, surrounded by high hills and
part of the Rockies, they had all kinds of weather and
were able to raise crops as well as animals. Hired help
dealt with all the crops and stock, except the horses.
Only the Brooks family and one or two others handled
them. Chance, their eldest son, had gone off to college
and was finishing up an internship, so he couldn't be
there for another two or three weeks. Tom was in
Washington. That left Dee and Molly, and the operation
needed more than just the two of them. So the Tanner
family was invited to come and spend two months, to
help during breeding season.
Rudy ran his own business, so he could take time off.
He had a couple of employees who basically ran things,
though he stayed involved because he liked to. But they
could handle things for two months with no problem,
particularly if he called them once in a while to make
any decisions they didn't feel comfortable making
themselves. His wife, Cathy worked as a nurse, though,
and couldn't get that much time off. She hoped to be
able to fly up for a four day weekend during their
stay, but that was probably all the time she'd be able
to spend away from work.
The rest of the day and that night they sat around
catching up on years gone by. Molly took Bobby and
Megan on a tour of the immediate environs, showing them
the stalls, where the milk cow was kept, the breeding
pens, hay and alfalfa storage areas, oat bins and so
on.
Bobby couldn't keep his eyes off his beautiful cousin.
She was wearing a man's short sleeve shirt with the top
three buttons undone and the tails tied below her
breasts. Her midriff was bare above pale blue jeans
shorts that were so worn they looked like they might
actually fall to pieces at any second. She had tennis
shoes on her feet with socks that came just to the tops
of the shoes. Her long black hair was tied back in a
pony tail that hung to her shoulder blades.
Megan had taken her suitcase to a bedroom and had
changed into a tube top that hugged her precious teen
breasts like two gentle hands and did nothing
whatsoever to conceal her nipples. She had on a pair of
white cotton shorts and flip flops, which were giving
her fits as she tried to pick her way through the hay
and... other things... on the ground. She did a lot of
jumping from one place to the other, and her breasts
bounced beautifully.
All in all, Bobby was getting eye strain from watching
the two gorgeous girls. He had changed into jeans,
primarily because he could put his cock down the leg of
those and it was under better control. It was
uncomfortable, though, when it tried to stiffen, which
it did all through the tour. He was looking forward to
being alone in bed so he could jack his prick until it
spurted all his growing lust out into a tissue or
something.
He was disconcerted when during dinner, his Aunt
apologized and said "Bobby, honey, I didn't have time
to clean out Chance's old bedroom. So we put up his bed
in Molly's room. The girls will have to share a bed and
you can have the other one. Is that OK?"
The look on Bobby's face as he realized he would NOT be
able to release the pain in his scrotum must have been
something to see.
His Aunt sighed. "I'm really sorry Bobby. Honest, I
just didn't have a chance to get things organized.
Rudy's going to have to sleep on the couch. Eventually
we'll get you both in Chance's old room. We'll make
that the first thing we do when we get a chance, OK? It
won't be so bad, I promise."
Bobby's eyebrows rose as she heard the comments about
the sleeping arrangements. He looked at his father, who
shrugged his shoulders and then, as if they had a
secret, grinned.
Rudy leaned over and whispered in Dee's ear. "Are you
sure it's a good idea? I mean putting a seventeen year
old boy with your daughter?"
Diedre smiled and whispered back. "They haven't seen
each other for years. What could they possibly do with
Megan there? Besides, girls nowadays aren't as curious
about sex as you and I were." She grinned at her
brother-in-law. "And, it isn't as crazy as putting YOU
in there with them. It'll be fine, I'm sure."
And so it was that, when Bobby went to bed that night,
he was treated to the sight of two very beautiful young
women, wearing the scantiest of nightwear, some of
which was almost see-through, as they brushed their
hair and chatted about all the things that young girls
chat about.
Bobby got up and went to the bathroom, where, as he
beat his meat furiously, he tried to hit the water in
the stool. He missed with four strong spurts of his
teenage spooge as it blasted out of the tip of his
prick, and he had to use a handful of toilet paper to
clean things up.
The next morning , at breakfast Dee got all business-
like and started handing out assignments. There were
some chores to do that would require Rudy, supervised
by Dee, and helped by Molly, and those had been put off
until Rudy got there, so she explained that and then
turned to Megan and Bobby.
"So that means I'll need you two to start with the
breeding. It isn't hard, though it's going to be a
little strange to both of you at first. Tom usually
handled it all with Jaun, but Juan had to go back down
south of the border because his wife was sick. I've
helped Tom before, though, so I know what has to be
done. I'll run through it with you a couple of times.
Rudy and Molly can watch so they know how to do it too.
Once we get everything up to snuff we'll all take
turns. OK?"
Megan and Bobby just nodded their heads. They had no
idea what they were in for.
Dee took the whole crowd to the collection of barns.
Mares had their own barn, as did the males. She showed
them the lists that had been prepared, showing which
stallions would be mated to each mare. There were both
names and numbers on the list and she showed everyone
how the stalls were numbered. She and Molly had already
put the horses in their assigned stalls that would be
processed that day.
She turned to Bobby. "Do you think you can handle the
stallions?"
"I don't know," said Bobby, thrilled at the idea of
working with horses. "What would I have to do?"
"Well, you'd be going to get them out of their stalls
and bringing them to the breeding pen. Then there are
some things that need to be done before we let them get
together. After they breed, then you'll help take them
back to their stalls. Sometimes the stallions get a
little frisky when they smell the mares, but I think
you can do it. You're a strapping young man. I can't
believe how much you've grown since you were here
last."
"Sure, I guess I can do that," he said.
"OK then, that will be your job. I did that when I
helped Tom, and once you get the hang of it, it will be
easy."
Then she turned to Megan. "Your part is the part that's
going to take some getting used to. It's called
prepping. I've never actually done it myself, but I've
watched Tom, and it's not hard. It's just... well, I'll
do the first couple and you'll see.
Bobby's part of the operation was a no-brainer, really.
All he had to do was control the stallions, and there
were tricks he could use that helped him do his job.
Like covering the eyes of the stud so he couldn't see
anything. He could still smell the mare, and that
excited him, but he didn't know where to try to get to,
so he just stood there... a horny horse, so to speak.
Watching his Aunt do her part was... well, he really
didn't know the word for what it was. If he'd have had
to describe it so someone (and he would have to... many
times in the years to come) he'd have just told you
what she did and you could imagine it.
First they brought in the mare they were going to breed
and hobbled her, putting her in a chute that surrounded
the front two thirds of her body. That left her
hindquarters exposed. Then Bobby brought in one of the
three stallions Dee had chosen to breed this particular
mare and held his head while Aunt Dee showed Megan and
everyone else how to 'prep' him.
She had a little three legged stool that was usually
used for milking the cow, and a bucket with a mild
disinfectant in it, mixed in water. She put on rubber
gloves, put the stool beside the back leg of the stud
and then sat down.
The stallion, having already smelled the mare was ready
to go. Guys are like that. When we think about sex
we're... just ready to go. So his penis was erect and
extending from its sheath a foot and a half or so. The
skin of a horse's penis has pigment in it just like the
skin under his hair, so a penis could be all one color,
or mottled. According to Dee they felt like velvet and
were hard as a rock.
She explained all this while the others stood, wide
eyed, staring at the long hard penis that was drooping
slightly down from under the horse. She went on to say
that papered mares are valuable animals, and people
brought their prize mares from all over to get them
bred to one of the Brooks studs. They expected to get a
pregnant mare back, with no side effects from the
breeding. The Brooks ranch preferred to do what was
called "Hand Breeding", which gave the breeders more
control over the process. Any errant bacteria might
cause a problem. You don't want that, so it was the job
of the "prepper" to wash down the stallion's penis with
the disinfectant and clean him before he was allowed to
enter the mare.
Now how you do that is to grasp the penis with one hand
and get it nice and wet with a soaked rag from the
bucket. Then you sort of squeegee off the fluid. The
hands, circled around the erect penis, make a perfect
squeegee. That squeegee/stroking action also had the
effect of making sure the stallion was completely hard,
so when he mounted the mare everything went well.
So, all things considered, Bobby and the others watched
his aunt jacking off the stallion.
If you were experienced at it, it only took one swipe
from the base to the tip to effectively get all the
extra disinfectant off the stallion's penis. But if
you'd never done it before you had a tendency to stroke
it several times. So, after they watched Dee stroke
that hard cock several times, she stood up and moved up
to where Bobby was holding the stud's head. She helped
him lead the horse to the mare and then pulled him back
as the stallion did what came naturally to him.
If you've never seen horses mating you should find a
way to do that. It's something you'll never forget.
That huge muscular male jumps with his front legs like
he doesn't weigh a thing, and cozies up to the mare's
rear. If she's ready, she moves her tail and, just like
that, two FEET of hard cock slide into her. A couple of
three humps and it's over. Talk about your premature
ejaculation. A horse could never satisfy a woman,
because he'd never last long enough.
But it's an awfully erotic thing to watch.
While Dee was doing the second one Megan made a sound
in her throat. "I don't know if I can do that." she
said.
Dee looked up and saw both Megan and Molly staring wide
eyed at what her hands were doing. "It's nothing," she
said. But her deep breathing denied her flippant
attitude. "It's just a thing you're cleaning. Think of
it as a cucumber or something." She stood up as she
finished and Bobby led the stallion to the mare.
Their coupling was both violent and swift as the stud
rammed his stiff cock into the mare. The mare whinnied,
as if she were excited too. As the stallion dragged his
cock out of the mare, he hadn't quite finished inside
her. His still mostly stiff dick dripped a clear
viscous fluid down into the dust.
Bobby's glance automatically went to the women, who
were all standing together, and he saw all three women
take deep breaths as they saw that. Three sets of
healthy breasts pushed hard at the coverings over them
and Bobby felt his own prick begin to emulate that of
the stud. Then Bobby looked at his father, who was
standing with his mouth open, staring at the two
horses.
Dee took a deep breath. "We hope they stay on long
enough to get all their semen inside the mare. If that
would have happened here it would have been a perfect
mating. If that happens, just annotate the record so we
know to breed that pair again. OK, that's all there is
to it. Take your time and be careful. If a stallion
gets too excited you know what to do. Megan, stay clear
of the hooves. You'll do fine."
Bobby and his sister were left alone together as Dee
led her daughter and brother-in-law back toward the
house. All three looked over their shoulders as they
left, though not at the same time.
Megan stood, breathing like she'd run a mile. She
turned to Bobby. "I don't know..." she said.
Bobby couldn't resist the jab. "Hey, you're the one who
was counting hard-ons. This should be fun for you."
Megan gave him a dirty look, but rose to the bait and
said "OK, big brother, let's just see how much fun I
can have!"
Together they took the stallion and mare back to their
stalls. Together they got the next mare ready. And
together they went to get the next stud. Megan leaned
down to look under the stallion and gave a sigh of
relief. When Bobby looked too he saw that the horse's
penis was still sheathed.
They got the stallion ready and Megan slowly put the
stool and bucket where she thought they'd be needed.
She picked up the rubber gloves and held them out. They
were wet and cold. "Yuck" she said, frowning. She'd
been thinking about touching one of those long hard
male things while they got ready. She'd never actually
touched a boy's penis before. Not a naked one anyway.
She'd given a couple of boys a quick swipe of her hand
over their jeans, playing with them... teasing them.
And she'd let them kiss her deeply. She loved to French
kiss if it was the right boy, and she'd even let some
of them caress her breasts through her shirt. But she'd
never touched a boy's naked penis. Part of her couldn't
wait to see what one felt like, even though it was a
horse's. To her mind she expected it would be about the
same.
And so, Megan made a decision that would have a
profound effect on her life. She decided to prep the
stallion without the gloves.
When Megan sat down on the little stool, Bobby heard
her intake of breath. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's hanging out now," she said, her voice breathy.
"It must smell the mare," said Bobby. "Is it like the
other ones?"
"It's bigger," she said, her voice soft. "It's huge
Bobby. It has to be two feet long."
Bobby tried to stand to one side, so he could see what
Megan was doing. The stallion tossed his head and
whickered. Bobby stroked his forehead and spoke softly
to him. He saw Megan reach out tentatively with her
hand.
"Ooooo it's warm," she sighed. She moved her arm and a
ripple of muscles flowed along the stallion's back.
"It's hard as a ROCK!" she said, "But it feels like
velvet too on the outside."
"Aren't you supposed to be washing it?" asked Bobby.
Megan looked up and flushed. "OK, OK, don't get
excited. I just wanted to know what it was going to
feel like. Hold him tight."
Bobby noticed that the hand holding the horse's penis
didn't move as she reached for the rag in the bucket.
He couldn't see under the horse from the angle he had,
but it was obvious Megan wasn't grossed out by holding
the penis. If she had been she'd have let go of it.
"Hey, you don't have the gloves on." Bobby pointed out
as her hand came out of the bucket with the rag
dripping.
"They were all yucky," she said, reaching in under the
horse.
"And what you're doing with your bare hands isn't?"
Bobby was amazed at his sister's reaction.
"It feels nice," she said. "It's not at all like I
thought it would be. Her arms moved and the horse
tossed his head.
"Well it feels nice for the horse too. He's starting to
get nervous or something. Aren't you about done?" asked
Bobby.
"Yeah," she sighed. She stood up and moved back. Bobby
led the stud to the mare and stepped back as he nosed
the mare. In a flash he was up and Bobby could see what
Megan had just sterilized. It was almost pure black,
with a whitish-pink band around the middle. The blunt
head was the same color. Bobby was standing only a yard
away as that penis was brought to bear and slithered
into the mare's vagina. The stallion's muscles bunched
and he hopped with his back legs, ramming that huge
phallus into the receptive mare. Three more convulsive
lunges and he pushed off her hindquarters to land
beside her, that long black and pink penis now dangling
almost to the dust.
"Wow," said Bobby. "It happens so fast." He reached for
the halter on the stallion and turned to lead it back
to its stall. Megan was standing, arms at her sides,
her face slack. She backed up from the stallion as it
came near her, so fast that she tripped over the stool
and almost fell.
"Relax, he's not going to hurt you," said Bobby.
"That thing would kill me in an instant," she gasped.
Bobby realized she was talking about the penis and
stopped, his own mouth hanging open.
Megan looked at him and blushed. "Well it would. It's
huge."
Bobby felt a surge of emotion rush through him at the
thought of his sister being mounted by a horse. It was
horrible to contemplate, but exciting too somehow. He
felt disgusted with himself for feeling that
excitement. It sobered him.
"Well then, just make sure you don't wear your hair in
a pony tail then. You should be safe." Megan slapped
out at him and startled the stallion, which jumped. She
stepped back, her hands up.
"Sah-reeeee," she singsonged.
They did another set, and this time, when Megan stood
up, she was sweating. Beads of sweat covered her brow
and she wiped at it with the back of her hand. It was
hot in the barn, with little air moving to cool them.
She had worn a white T shirt and the heck was dark in a
V between her breasts. She stood watching as the
stallion mounted the mare and bred her.
"It's so amazing," she said, breathing hard. "How can
she take that huge thing in her and not complain?"
"She's made for it," said Bobby, reaching for the
halter. After the next pair Megan's sweat had spread
down the shirt, so much so that the tips of her breasts
were now pushing through damp cloth. Her nipples were
spiked but she didn't notice it. She watched the
horses.
Bobby noticed though, and he suddenly realized that he
had been affected by things too. He was already mostly
hard. Seeing Megan's nipples poking through the shirt
just finished the job. They moved on to another pair.
When Megan slid down onto the stool she gasped. "This
one's much slimmer and the head is pointier," she said,
breathing rapidly. "It almost looks like one of those
toys you see pictures of." she said, not realizing that
she'd said it out loud. She and Tanya Howell had surfed
to a sex toy site on the internet one night during a
sleepover and examined dildos, giggling and laughing at
the long two-headed ones. That image of a long slim
dildo had stuck in her mind, though, and it was what
she saw transposed onto the stallion in front of her.
She took so long to clean this one that Bobby had to
ask her what she was doing. Megan didn't answer, but
then dropped her hands finally and stood up. This time
Bobby could actually see dark circles through the shirt
where her areolas and nipples showed through the
translucent cloth.
Bobby tore his eyes away from her shirt and took the
stallion to the mare. He noticed that both of them
looked different than the other horses. They were
slimmer, almost graceful looking, and weren't brown
like the heavier horses they'd been dealing with. He
would later find out they were Arabians, but for now he
thought they must just be younger. They acted just like
the others had, though, except that the male didn't
stay on... or rather in... the mare long enough. When
he pulled back and his penis slicked out of her vagina,
it was still spurting long streams of silvery-clear
semen.
Bobby heard Megan gasp and turned to see her hand over
her mouth, her eyes wide. He took the stallion back to
its stall, but decided it was close enough to lunch
that they'd just stop. When he went back to the pen to
tell Megan, she and the mare were gone.
He went looking for her and heard her before he saw
her. To be technically correct, he heard what sounded
almost like a little girl sobbing, and located the
sound in a stall where he recognized the mare that had
just been bred. He opened the stall gate and walked in,
turning his head toward the sound.
He'd never forget what he saw.
Megan had unbuttoned her cargo shorts and her right
hand was stuffed down into them, moving rapidly as she
obviously frigged her pussy. Her left hand gripped the
stall boards beside her. Her head was thrown back, her
eyes closed, and the sounds he heard were coming from
her mouth. They were little yips and whines and cries
that, now that he could see her, sounded much more like
advanced pleasure than the pain he'd thought was
generating them.
"What are you DOING?!" he blurted, instantly feeling
stupid. He knew exactly what she was doing. He just
couldn't believe it was his sister doing it.
Megan's eyes snapped open, alarmed. He saw a series of
emotions flow through those eyes... surprise...
shame... anger... and then something wild. In truth,
what happened, as she later told him, was that she had
been very close to getting her cum.
After a split second of horror at seeing her brother
watching her masturbate, she was suddenly excited by
the situation, and that tipped the balance. That wild
look in her eye was while she was cumming on her
fingers.
"Megan?" whined Bobby. This was all wrong. His sister
didn't DO this kind of thing. She teased and loved
innuendo, but she was pure and chaste and a virgin and
just didn't DO... what HE did every single day.
"Oh lighten up you goof," she gasped. "You know what
I'm doing. I couldn't help it. I got so horny I had to
do something. And the only thing around here to do
something with was this." She pulled her hand out of
her pants. Her fingers glistened in the dim light. She
wiped them on her shorts and began re-buttoning them.
"But... you CAN'T do that!" moaned Bobby.
"Of COURSE I can!" she said indignantly. "YOU do...
isn't that right? Isn't that what you're doing when the
bed smacks the wall and keeps me awake when I'm trying
to get to sleep? And if YOU can do it, then I can do it
too!" She finished smugly. "In fact I bet you want to
do it right now! Am I right Bobby? Don't lie to me. I
can see that lump in your shorts. Those horses got you
hot too, didn't they!" It may have been phrased like a
question, but it was really a statement of belief.
"What?" asked Bobby, quite sure the world was coming to
an end.
"You want to do it too. So go ahead!" said Megan. "I
did it and I feel much better... even if I feel like
doing it again already."
Bobby didn't know what to do. He wondered what alien
space ship had landed while he wasn't looking and
substituted whoever this was for his sister. What he
didn't know was that, as long as he had been trying to
get a peek at his sister's pussy, she had been trying
to get a peek at his stiff penis. She knew what it
looked like soft, but whenever it was hard he hid it
from everyone. Now that she'd seen a hard horse cock,
she wanted to see what a hard boy cock looked like even
more.
"No," said Bobby, but the way he said it didn't make
any sense. It was more like he was saying "No, this
isn't happening to me." rather than saying he didn't
want to masturbate.
Megan had never seen her brother so off balance before.
She stepped toward him, unbuttoning her shorts again.
"I feel like doing it again Bobby. I'm so horny I can't
stand it. Do it with me? Please? I think that would be
so hot! It makes me so horny just thinking about it."
She went for broke and took her hands from her shorts
to grasp the hem of the T shirt. She pulled it up over
her head, baring her naked breasts to her brother.
Bobby stared. A little bit of drool had collected
between his tongue and teeth and it finally spilled out
of one corner of his mouth. He'd been frozen for so
long he'd forgotten to swallow. Megan's tits were
gorgeous. He was sure he was in a fantasy world, where
things like this happened that would never ever happen
in the real world. That fantasy world urged him to let
his cock free... to stroke it.
He felt his hard-on lurch and suddenly wanted to let it
out of his pants, where it could romp and play like he
was just sure it was supposed to.
And, to his utter amazement... he did! He came back to
the real world with his cock in his hand and a drip of
pre-cum whipping in the wind as his hand moved along
his stiff cock.
Megan's eyes were big as she stared at the thing she'd
wanted to see for so long. Then her own hands went to
her shorts and, instead of fastening them up again, she
undid them completely and pushed them down her legs,
her panties going with them. She stepped out of one leg
and spread her feet a little more than her shoulder's
width. Then she darted her right hand between her legs
and matched her brother's stroke as she slid a finger
into her pussy.
"Ooooo I was right," she panted. "This is soooo hot."
Megan actually got to her apex first, because she was
already primed to feel that luscious pain again. And it
was obvious to Bobby when she had her orgasm. She
crouched and her hand took on a jerky non-rhythm, with
a jerk, and then a pause and then another jerk and then
a pause and Bobby recognized that non-rhythm.
It was the same non-rhythm he used on his prick as it
began to spurt long ropes of thick white cum. Bobby
bent slightly backward as his prick fired again and
again, his hand matching Megan's little jerks. Her face
was a rictus of pleasure as she watched her brother's
cum flying through the air. She gasped and had to take
a step as she leaned too far and lost her balance.
The only thing she had to grab onto was her brother,
and she ended up with one hand on his shoulder, her
head down, as her eyes devoured the last few jerks he
made on his cock. She leaned her head against his chest
and let out a gust of air she didn't even know she'd
been holding in her lungs. Then she relaxed against
him. Bobby couldn't see those last few jerks that he
made, milking his cock for just a little more of that
stuff that soothed his abused prick as it oozed out.
But he could smell Megan's hair, just below his chin,
and her touch on his shoulder and where her head leaned
against him felt so right that all his doubts and fears
vanished. His left hand came up and rested on her
shoulder too and they stood there, holding each other
up.
Megan's head finally rose, and the look in her eye was
something Bobby had never seen. There was love there,
but it was a different kind of love, and it thrilled
him to the bone. He couldn't help kissing her lips.
Megan saw him coming and, though she hadn't planned on
touching her brother, that kiss was so welcome that she
opened her lips to him. Their lips were soft and spongy
as they met and before long their arms were around each
other.
Bobby's cock nestled between Megan's legs, kissing her
pussy too, and Megan thought about what Bobby had said.
The horse's huge penis was made to go in the mares. And
the smaller penis pressing against her pussy was made
to go inside a girl.
Megan knew, then and there, who would take her
virginity. She didn't think about how taboo that was,
or what anyone would think or say. She just knew she
had to have that magnificent spurting thing deep in her
pussy where her finger couldn't reach.
That kiss... or more correctly that series of kisses...
went on for a long time. Bobby had kissed girls before,
but never like this. The feel of Megan's body against
him, even though he was still clothed, felt wonderful,
and the smooth naked skin of her back felt even more
wonderful to his hands. And, though most boys would
have wanted more, at that moment Bobby was as happy as
he'd ever been. He just reveled in tasting her lips and
feeling her under his hands.
"YOO HOO!" came the distant voice of Aunt Dee. She was
coming to see how they'd been doing.
CHAPTER TWO
The two teens felt the stab of panic that most young
people never feel because they've never done anything
that would get them in that much trouble.
Their scramble was both frantic and funny to them both.
Bobby had only to get his shrunken cock back in his
shorts and get them zipped up. Megan, of course, was a
little more frantic and she put her own shorts back on
without even trying to get the panties on. Bobby saw
her stuff those in her back pocket and then he turned
and left to intercept Aunt Dee, so that Megan would
have time to get her shirt on. It was inside out and
lying on the hay.
Dee walked through the door of the barn just as Bobby
turned the corner and they almost bumped into each
other. Dee's hands went out automatically and grasped
his forearms. As she said "Oh!" startled by his sudden
appearance, her hands felt the strength in those arms
and she looked up at her nephew. How he had grown! He
was almost a man, she thought.
She backed up. "You startled me. How's it going?"
Bobby's mind was still reeling from all that had
happened. He hadn't thought of what he'd say, just that
he had to give Megan time to finish getting dressed.
"It's hard!" he gasped. Dee had a glimmer of
understanding already. Just in showing them how to prep
a stud she had gotten excited herself. That two foot
rock hard penis was something she didn't think anyone
could touch without it affecting them. And, as Megan
suddenly walked out behind Bobby, her eyes wild, her
face flushed, Dee knew she had been right.
"It's OK," she said, pushing Bobby aside and hugging
her niece. "It affects everyone that way. Don't feel
guilty." Megan had no idea how much her aunt knew about
what had just happened, but her admonition that how she
felt was normal calmed the girl considerably.
Megan burrowed her head into her aunt's bosom. "I don't
think I'll ever be able to date after this." she
moaned.
Dee laughed. "It's not quite the same sweetheart. Men
are even more fun." Then she blushed as she realized
what she'd just said to a mere fifteen year old girl.
"Anyway, you have time to get over it. How many did you
get done?" she asked.
Bobby and Megan pointed out on the list, the pairs they
had mated and Dee was both surprised and happy.
"You two did very well for your first time." she said.
"And, you'll get a break. I just got a call from Chance
and he's going to be here tomorrow. Then he and Molly
can share the burden. I think I may be able to get Rudy
to help me with some of it too, so that will give you
time to recuperate between sessions. How's that sound?"
Megan was already looking forward to mating horses
again. Bobby wasn't so sure. Some of his doubts were
back. They'd almost gotten caught, and that made him
nervous. But for now, it was safe. Because it was time
for lunch.
At lunch Megan chatted animatedly while Bobby just ate
as much of the delicious meal as he could. Molly wanted
to know what it was like to prep the stallions, and
asked all kinds of questions. Dee and Rudy just
listened as Megan described how strong the horses were,
and how large they seemed, and how well Bobby
controlled them. She mentioned that one of them didn't
stay on long enough.
Dee nodded. "I'm glad you told me, but we'll breed each
pair three times before we're done. That ensures the
best results."
Megan shivered, but it was a shiver of excitement. That
was a LOT of studs that would have to be prepped. And
she had decided she loved prepping stallions.
Molly, for her part, had a reason for all her
questions. Unknown to any of them at the table, she and
Chance had been... experimenting... with each other for
several years. They had started by just exploring each
other's bodies, to see what they were like. Chance was
the first boy Molly ever touched. As she dated, when
she contemplated doing something with a boy, she did it
with Chance first, to see what it was like, and to
figure out the best way to do whatever it was.
They had never actually had sex, though they'd gotten
pretty close a few times. Once Chance's penis had
spurted with the tip nudged right in between Molly's
pussy lips, making a mess of slippery goo that she
rubbed into her pussy, and which caused an orgasm in
her that was so hard that she was afraid something had
gone wrong with her at first. Then she figured out that
she had just really liked the feeling of that warm
slippery fluid squirting into her pussy mouth, and got
him to do that a lot after that.
And then, the last night before he went off to college,
her passion higher than it had ever been by knowing
that he'd be gone the next day, she'd pulled him into
her. It had hurt when he destroyed what was left of her
hymen, but the pain hadn't lasted long and soon he was
lustily fucking his sister with long pounding strokes.
Molly had two orgasms before Chance groaned and slammed
his seed into her in jerky grunting thrusts. Molly
thought all that warm slippery fluid felt even better
way up inside her.
When he left she was both relieved and distraught. She
was relieved because they'd just had a lesson on
conception in Biology class and she couldn't believe
she hadn't gotten pregnant with her brother. She was
unhappy because she missed his prick up in her,
spurting all that dangerous stuff.
He'd gotten to come home for a few days during the
holidays, and she had snuck into his room each night to
crawl in bed naked with her brother. By then she didn't
care about the danger. She just wanted him in her.
Since then, though, he'd been working too much to be
able to come home. So Molly was horny. She knew exactly
what her brother's hard cock felt like in her hand.
That's why she was so interested in finding out what a
horse cock felt like. But she couldn't explain that to
the people at the table.
Dee looked up. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Chance called
and he got cut loose from his internship early. He said
he'll be here tomorrow morning if all goes well."
Molly couldn't keep a squeal of delight inside her. Her
obvious joy that her brother was coming home made
everyone else at the table look at her. She realized
she had drawn too much attention and put her fork down.
Looking with a level gaze from one to another around
the table she said "What? Is it so terrible to love
your brother?"
Megan flushed bright red and Bobby choked on a piece
of meat. The adults thought they were just holding in
acid remarks about each other, unaware of how close to
how they felt that Molly had come with her simple
question.
That afternoon Megan and Bobby walked slowly back to
the barn. Megan looked over at him. "I'm already
excited." she said. Bobby looked back. She had changed
shirts. This one had buttons down the front. She had on
the same shorts, though. "Are you sure you want to...
you know... go that far?" he asked.
"Bobby Tanner!" she said, stopping to face him. "Didn't
you have the best time you've had in a long time this
morning? I know I did!"
Bobby was stunned. He'd thought he was the one who
pushed things too far that morning with his kiss.
"Well... yeah." he said.
"OK then," she said, "And it's not like we did anything
really serious." she sniffed, turning and continuing
through the door of the barn.
They did three sets of horses before she wanted a kiss.
Bobby was more than ready to give her one. After that
she got a long sloppy kiss after each set, pushing her
body against her brother's. "I want to rub" she
whispered into his mouth, "but I want to save it too.
Saving it makes it even better."
Bobby didn't agree at all. He'd been wanting to beat
off ever since she'd unbuttoned three buttons of her
shirt to let some air in and he'd been staring at her
pink tipped breasts every time she leaned forward to
wash a horse cock. In fact, if she hadn't wanted to
wait, things might have turned out differently. If
she'd have let them ease their passion halfway through
the afternoon she might not have been so completely
charged up when she finally broke and dragged Bobby up
a ladder into the haymow, where she thought they'd have
more notice that someone was coming and couldn't be
walked in on.
"I want to touch you," she panted as she got naked
again in front of her brother. There was an old horse
blanket hanging on a nail nearby and she took that and
spread it out. "Let's lie down." she breathed.
Bobby too was way beyond controlling what he was
feeling, and he got naked as well, wanting to feel her
skin against his. They crushed their lips together as
her hand slid between them, searching for and finding
his rigid tool.
"Mmmm you're warm too," she breathed into his mouth
between kisses. She stroked his cock several times and
he pushed it toward her by instinct. During the next
kiss Megan got the idea to use his cock tip to rub her
clitty, and she lifted one leg and hung it over his,
scooting closer. When she was able to get close enough
to dig his penis into her pussy mouth she knew she was
going to love doing it.
Bobby kept giving little lurches, again by instinct,
and it was one of those lurches that dug the pointy tip
of his cock far enough into her pussy that her tight
pussy lips stretched and snapped over the glans.
Megan's wild masturbating sessions in the past had
removed her troublesome hymen and, other than the pain
of things stretching, which was bearable and
dissipating already, it wasn't uncomfortable for either
of them. All that warm pussy wrapped around his cock
head, however, brought out something in Bobby he didn't
even know was there. He automatically rolled on top of
his sister. That act alone shoved two inches of his
hard prick into her defenseless pussy. Then the
instinct that had been making him push made him push
again and his pubic bone mashed up against her clit as
their pubic hairs mingled.
Megan had, on some level, known this was going to
happen. She was, in some ways ready for it. Bobby was
not. It had happened so fast, and without conscious
thought, that when his brain caught up and he realized
just where his rock hard prick was, that knowledge
tripped a switch and his balls emptied.
It was a classic case of premature ejaculation.
Thankfully, Bobby's teenage prick was able to stay hard
after it spurted his sister full of his thick white
spooge, and the urge to push, combined with Megan's
hands rubbing his back and her voice, cooing in his
ear, caused Bobby to begin fucking his first woman, who
just happened to be his sister. That he had shot off in
her helped, because she was now well lubricated. Still
she was tight and it took three or four minutes for the
discomfort of being stuffed full of hard cock to morph
into a delightful feeling of being stroked and massaged
on this inside by something warm and wonderful.
And, when Megan began having orgasms, she had them
rapid fire, one after another until she had stampeded
through four of them. She put her hands on Bobby's
chest and pushed. "Stop!" she gasped.
Bobby, afraid that she hated what he was doing,
stopped. When she said "I can't breathe" and sounded
genuinely breathless, he started to pull out. Her hands
slapped on his ass cheeks. "Don't take it out." she
panted. "Just stay still for a minute.
Staying still was not easy, halfway in as he was. So
Bobby let himself sink down on his sister, which drove
his cock to her cervix, where he let it soak in hot
pussy. Just breathing made him move enough that his
bone massaged her clit. She felt another orgasm coming
on and took a deep breath.
Bobby had been moving inside her tight tunnel each time
she had gotten off before. But now, immobile inside
her, when her orgasm flowed over her and her pussy
started rippling, he could feel it. It felt remarkably
like he was being jacked off, and when Bobby suddenly
felt the urge to shoot again, he let it go.
Megan's pussy milked his cock several more times and
the first shot thundered into her depths. This time she
felt the added heat of his cum and that intensified her
orgasm, causing her pussy to milk his cock for another
spurt. They lay still, her pussy working on him, semen
still bursting, then, eventually just seeping from his
softening cock. Then they collapsed limply.
It took them five more minutes to rouse themselves. The
reality of what had happened began to manifest itself,
and the danger of discovery impressed itself on them.
Both stared at her recently fucked pussy lips, which
ran with sticky white sperm. Silently they got up and
dressed. That silence built until Megan couldn't stand
it any more.
She turned to Bobby. "I'm not sorry it happened!" she
said loudly. She was afraid. She couldn't have put
details to that fear, but it showed in her face.
Bobby didn't want her to be afraid. He held out his
arms. "I'm not either."
Megan rushed into his arms and they hugged each other.
Megan lifted her face, her eyes filled with glistening
tears. Bobby whispered "I love you Megan." Then she
cried, tears mixed of pent up emotion, the release she
had just experienced, and joy that the man who had
taken her virginity loved her. That he was her brother
just made it sweeter somehow.
Megan insisted that they mate one more pair of horses
before they went back to the house. She needed the time
to get control of her emotions. This time, when she
fondled the stallion's cock it wasn't so bad. She knew
that her need could be met if it was necessary. After
they had returned the two horses to their stalls Megan
kissed Bobby one more time.
By the time they got to the house no one could have
told that they'd shared something so intimate... or so
forbidden.
Dinner that night was surprisingly relaxed, at least
from the vantage point of Megan and Bobby. Both still
seethed with the excitement of discovered love and
lust, but they were also tired. The others had worked
hard around the ranch and were also tired. When Dee
asked Bobby and Megan how things had gone and they
answered glibly, she assumed they were just trying to
put forward a brave face.
"Chance will be home sometime tomorrow. Until then
maybe Rudy and I could work with the horses. That will
give you two a break. I know how... taxing... it can
be.
Neither Megan or Bobby argued. For Megan, she still
felt, or imagined she felt, her brother's heavy spunk
in her womb. She hadn't thought about the risks and
dangers of having unprotected sex while she was
having... unprotected sex. But she knew that if she
handled horse cocks again she'd want to handle Bobby's
cock again. And she knew that if she handled Bobby's
cock again, she'd let him slide it into her sex and
spurt again. That brought mixed feelings to her. She
didn't want to get pregnant, but, at the same time, she
ached to feel his penis in her again. So a break from
handling horse cocks was welcome in a way since she
felt she could control her lust away from that
environment.
Bobby was more worried about being caught. He too knew
that if Megan allowed him to, he'd fuck her again. He'd
never even think of forcing her, but if she welcomed
him, he'd be helpless.
Both had forgotten they'd be sleeping in the same room
that night. At bedtime, Molly told Bobby to take his
shower first, and that the girls would take theirs
after. She did that so she could talk to her cousin
alone.
"So? What was it really like?" she asked Megan. Megan
sighed.
"If you're going to do this with Chance, I hope you
like him a lot."
Molly looked surprised. "What? Of course I like him.
He's my brother. Why? What did Bobby do? Did you two
have a fight?"
Megan was so full of emotion she started to laugh
hysterically. "We had the farthest thing from a fight
you can have. Molly, handling those horses does
something to you. I got so... so... so horny I couldn't
STAND it!"
Molly frowned. "I was afraid of that. When I saw Momma
prepping that stud, and thought about what that was
going to be like... I got all chills and stuff."
Megan slumped. "I got so horny I had to rub off."
Molly stared. "Get out! Did you really? Wow."
"And Bobby caught me," said Megan, still staring at the
floor.
"What'd he do?" asked Molly.
"I can't talk about it," said Megan. "You'd hate me."
Molly felt a thrill. If Megan and Bobby had done
something then that meant she and Chance weren't the
only perverts on the planet. "Did he get... excited
too?" she asked.
Megan just nodded her head. Molly frowned again. "Did
he hurt you Megan?"
Megan's head came up. "Oh no. It was my fault really. I
dared him to jerk off, so I could too. I was so horny
Molly. And things got... I don't know... strange."
"How strange?" asked Molly.
"You'd hate me if I told you," moaned Megan again.
Molly knew that if it bothered Megan that much it was a
whole lot more than a kiss or mutual masturbation. It
had to have been something more akin to what she and
Chance had done.
She made a decision.
"Megan," she said. When Megan finally looked at her she
went on. "On the last night Chance was here, before he
went to college, I went to his room to kiss him
goodbye. Based on what you just said, I'd have to say
that kiss was... strange."
Megan's eyes opened wide. "You don't mean you...?"
Molly leaned in close and whispered. "He fucked me
senseless."
Megan's mouth opened wide and then snapped shut. She
stood up and, for a second, Molly thought she'd made a
terrible mistake. But then she was almost knocked over
as Megan hugged her.
"Ohhh thank you Molly, thank you so much. I thought we
did something horrible," cried Megan.
Molly hugged her cousin. "Well, I suppose it is pretty
horrible, depending on who's talking about it. I mean I
sure don't want the neighbors to know, or the kids at
school, or my Mom and Dad." she ticked them off on her
fingers. "But I can't wait for him to get home." she
added meaningfully.
The bathroom door closed down the hall and the two
girls stepped apart. Bobby came in the door and then
stopped. "Sorry, I should have knocked, huh?" he said.
He was dressed in gym shorts, which is what he usually
slept in.
"My, but aren't you a handsome thing." said Molly
eyeing his half naked body. She turned to her cousin.
"Megan, doesn't he look comfortable? I think he looks
comfortable. Why is it that boys get to dress
comfortably and girls don't? You think we should sleep
dressed like that? I bet it would be a lot more
comfortable than what we usually wear."
Megan realized Molly was teasing, but she felt so
relieved that she joined in. "You might just have
something there." She turned to Bobby. "Have you got
any more gym shorts we could borrow to sleep in?"
Bobby was staring at both girls like they had each
sprouted an extra nose. The image in his mind of the
two girls prancing around in only gym shorts had caused
his newly cleaned penis to begin to fill with blood. It
was also beginning to tent out his shorts. That both
girls were obviously checking out the front of them
didn't help any.
Molly laughed and told Megan they should go take a
shower to let Bobby "get settled" before they came
back. When the girls were gone Bobby kept thinking
about what it might look like if all the girls were
wearing around the bedroom was panties. He thought
about beating off, but he didn't know how long they'd
be gone. Instead he lay there in bed, eyes closed,
replaying in his mind that picture of two teenaged
girls, walking here and there, doing this and that,
unconcernedly topless.
The trip and the work he'd done that day and especially
the sex with Megan had taken more out of him than he
realized. He drifted off to sleep, his dick still hard.
In the bathroom the girls were still in chat and giggle
mode, comparing notes on sex. Molly reached into the
shower and turned it on. Their shared secret had
brought them closer together than a month of knowing
each other could have. It was therefore easy for them
to strip naked in front of each other in the bathroom.
They had started talking about sex with their brothers
as soon as the bathroom door was securely closed,
comparing the feelings and describing to each other how
strange and wonderful it had felt. By the time hot
water was coming out of the shower head both girls
stood naked, their nipples spiked and their pussies
damp.
"You go first" said Molly, her training about how to
treat guests even stronger than her own feelings at the
moment.
"No, you go first." came back Megan, who wanted to rub
her pussy. She and Molly had talked about some very
intimate things, but she couldn't masturbate in front
of her cousin if Molly was watching her, waiting for
the shower. Molly solved the problem by grabbing
Megan's hand and pulling her into the shower with her.
Molly grabbed the soap and tried to break it in half,
but it didn't work. Instead it slipped out of her hands
and fell with a thump to the floor of the shower.
"Damn!" she said, trying to squat down to find it. It
was too crowded though, and her face ended up right by
Megan's pussy.
Molly had the strangest urge to lick that pussy, but
fought it down. She was astonished at the urge. She got
out of the shower and reached in to retrieve the soap.
"We'll have to share" she said, getting back in. She
handed the soap to Megan. Megan, not understanding
exactly, assumed she was supposed to soap up Molly's
back, which was now turned toward her. She ran the soap
over Molly's shoulders and back, then worked it in with
her free hand while she handed the soap to Molly over
her shoulder.
Molly tensed up at the feel of her cousin's hand at
first, then relaxed as she was handed the soap. She
soaped up her breasts and stomach while Megan washed
her back. When she turned around, Megan did too, and
the process was repeated.
The result was two horny girls, feeling soft stroking
hands on their bodies, and their lust was intensified.
Molly bit her lip, thinking about her brother coming
home the next day. She had to find a way to get him
alone... and soon!
Megan, though, was too horny to wait any longer and
after a cursory washing of her breasts, she got her
hand soapy and slid it between her legs. Her finger
entered her pussy and she pulled upward to put pressure
on her clit. Then she began finger-fucking herself with
a vengeance. "Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as she began feeling
the pleasure.
"What?" asked Molly. Megan bent forward so she could
reach her pussy better and Molly saw what she was
doing. "MEGAN!" gasped Molly.
"I can't help it!" moaned Megan. "I feel so horny!"
Molly did too, but had tried to push it back. Now that
her friend was rubbing off though, she let go of her
control and grabbed the soap.
Soon both girls were almost squatting as the water
cascaded over them and they finger-fucked themselves.
"Mmmmmmm!" moaned Molly as she felt herself getting
close.
"Ahhhhhhh!" chimed in Megan as she felt the first
twinges of what she knew would make her pussy squirt.
Then, like they had done everything all day, the two
girls orgasmed at almost the same time. Each cried out
as the water pelted down on them and their pussies
squelched, their juices running out of them to be
washed down the drain. They ended up leaned toward each
other and then, suddenly they were hugging. And then,
to the astonishment of both, their lips touched and
they kissed a long, wet, slippery kiss that took both
girls breath away.
Almost as one they pushed away from each other. Wide
eyes stared into each other's and they panted, trying
to understand the feelings they were having. Finally
Molly pushed the curtain back and stepped out.
Megan turned off the water and, as she got out of the
cubicle, Molly tossed her a towel. The girls dried
themselves off first, then wrapped towels around their
wet hair. Finally Molly spoke.
"What do you suppose THAT was?" she asked
"I don't know," admitted Megan. "Nothing like that has
ever happened to me."
"Me either," agreed Molly. "What do you think about
it?"
"I don't know," said Megan. "Are we lesbians?"
"I don't FEEL like a lesbian," said Molly.
"I don't know what a lesbian feels like, so how do you
know you don't feel like one?" asked Megan. Molly felt
a surge of panic. She didn't want to be a lesbian, but
that kiss had sure been interesting. Suddenly she
smiled. "Remember what Bobby was doing to you in the
barn? I know I'm not a lesbian because I wouldn't mind
it one little bit if he did that to me," she announced
with pleasure.
"Oh!" yipped Megan, who also didn't want to be a
lesbian, but who had also enjoyed that kiss a great
deal. "Why didn't I think of that? I loved having
Bobby's penis in me. That means I'm not a lesbian
either!"
"At least you're lucky enough that your brother is
sleeping in the same room with us tonight." said Molly.
Megan turned around. "You mean you think I should...?"
she asked.
Molly giggled. "I know what I'd do it if was Chance.
But if you don't want to, can I borrow him?"
Megan thought about what had just happened in the
shower and decided she'd like very much to have her
brother's long hard prick up inside her belly again.
The thought of him doing that with Molly didn't bother
her so much, but she wanted to confirm in her own mind
that that kiss she'd shared with Molly was just a kiss
between cousins, and not something more.
Megan smiled. "I'd love to sleep with him tonight. We'd
never get that opportunity at home. And Chance will be
home tomorrow, right? Can you wait until then?"
Molly grinned. "I just rubbed off in the shower. I can
rub off while you take care of that nice lump he was
growing when we left. He may think it's kind of weird,
but if I know boys, he'll make room in his bed for you,
even if I'm there.
That decided, the two girls helped each other dry their
hair. They were still naked, but they no longer felt
awkward about what had happened and chatted as they
combed out each other's wet hair. Megan suggested that
they'd better have on their sleepwear when they left
the bathroom.
So, fully clothed, they went out and, just to make sure
the coast would be clear, they went to find Dee and
Rudy. The adults were sitting at the kitchen table
drinking coffee and talking. Megan hugged her father
and kissed him good night, while Molly did the same to
her mother.
"Are you're sure it's going to work out with Bobby in
the room with you?" Dee asked Molly.
Molly nodded. "Yeah, I don't think it will be a
problem. We're all pretty tired and he was already in
bed when we went to take our showers. He's probably
already asleep. I just hope he doesn't snore."
"I'd be more worried about him sleep walking." said
Rudy, grinning. "It might be pretty exciting if he did
that and then got back in the wrong bed."
Megan laughed. "He wouldn't stand a chance against the
two of us Daddy. We'd have him pinned before he could
do anything stupid."
Rudy smiled. "That might be just what he was hoping
for. I know if I woke up with two beautiful girls
holding me down I'd just have to resign myself to doing
whatever they told me to." He leered. "Of course I
might have a couple of suggestions for them."
Molly laughed. "Well then, Uncle Rudy, it's a good
thing YOU aren't sleeping in there with us." She turned
to her mother. "What time do we need to get up? I'll
set the alarm."
Dee thought about that. "Just get up whenever you wake
up. Rudy and I are taking first shift with the horses,
so you don't need to be up early, but there are some
things you kids can do out in the garden until it's
time to go pick up Chance."
The girls darted a glance at each other. This was
working out better than they had dreamed it could. They
left the adults and went back down the hall to Molly's
bedroom. To their surprise Molly had been right. Bobby
WAS asleep already.
Megan slipped out of her T shirt and panties and,
naked, lifted the covers and climbed in with her
brother. Molly turned out the light as soon as Megan
was situated and got in her own bed.
CHAPTER THREE
Bobby was having a nice dream, wherein a warm naked
girl had climbed into bed with him and was spooning
him, her hot breasts pressed into his back and her hand
reaching around him to grasp his penis, which was
satisfyingly hard. He knew the girl in his dream was
Megan, because she smelled like Megan.
He frowned in his dream. Could you smell things in a
dream? He didn't think so. Could you wonder about
whether or not you could smell in a dream... if you
were dreaming?
The girl's hand in his dream slicked along his boner
and distracted him from the philosophical question he'd
been trying to think about. It didn't matter. He
decided to roll over in his dream and hug Megan. When
he did she kissed him and made noises in her throat.
It was about that time that Bobby decided he wasn't
actually dreaming. He came fully awake as he felt his
cock nestle between his sister's legs and press into
her pussy lips. "Megan?" he whispered. "What are you
doing?"
"What does it feel like I'm doing you ninny?" she
whispered back.
"You can't do that," he said to the girl who was
obviously doing it anyway. "What about Molly?"
"It's OK. I'll explain it in the morning. Right now I
don't want to talk." she murmured.
Bobby lifted his head and looked across the dark lump
that was Megan's head. His eyes were adjusted to the
dark and he could see, by the stray light from the yard
light that Molly was in her bed. Her head was turned
toward him and there was a momentary glint, as of light
reflecting off open eyes. There was movement under the
sheet covering her and that movement was right about
where her legs met her torso. It looked to Bobby like
she might actually be masturbating.
About then Megan reached between them and lifted her
top leg. She grasped his cock and swabbed the tip
between fiery hot pussy lips that were slick with the
juices of her arousal. Molly had been right. Bobby's
desire to sink his cock into Megan's pussy was so
strong that it overcame his reluctance to do it in
front, for all practical purposes, of Molly. He rolled,
and landed on top of his sister, between thighs she had
spread to make room for him. Silently she positioned
his cock, and he surged upward, sheathing his rock hard
rod in her belly in one long thrust.
Megan couldn't suppress a groan of satisfaction as she
was filled for only the second time in her life. There
was still some pain, but it was sweet pain as she was
stretched. The tip of Bobby's prick dug into something
deep inside her that tingled and made her want to open
herself wider so he could do that a lot and go even
deeper, and she spread her legs wider, pulling her
knees up to clamp them against his sides.
Bobby was still aware of Molly, and even though he
thought she must know what they were doing, he was
reluctant to fuck Megan in the classic in and out style
that would make the sheet covering them move in an
obvious fashion. It felt just as good to press into her
and soak. Something deep inside her was rubbing against
the sensitive tip of his cock, and he knew that if he
just kept doing that he'd have no trouble spurting. He
tried to bring pressure to bear on Megan's clitty so
she could cum too.
It worked. Her thrusts up at him grew stronger and more
frantic as she rubbed her clit against the base of his
cock and reached for that special feeling. Her breath
came in strong pants and she made little noises in her
nose, her mouth tightly closed. Then she went rigid and
her knees clamped hard against his sides before
flopping outwards to land on the bed as she opened
herself up to him completely. She was in that open,
inviting position as his semen rushed through his cock
to soak her womb in strong spurts that sucked all the
energy out of him.
Megan's lips found his and they breathed each other's
exhales as they slowly sagged. Bobby put his hand in
her back and rolled, turning her with him. Her leg
reached across his hip and she snuggled up to him,
kissing him some more.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"I should be thanking you," he said back softly.
They both heard Molly's strained breathing as she
rubbed furiously. She had just figured out that her
cousins had cum, and that helped her reach her own
orgasm.
In ten minutes all three teens were asleep.
Bobby woke again in the middle of the night, his arm
lifeless where Megan's weight had cut off the
circulation. In the process of trying to get it out
from under her she woke too and reached for him again.
They made love silently, this time with Megan lying on
top of her brother, her legs straddling him. She had no
trouble getting her cookies while Bobby lay there just
feeling wonderful. Then she got his spunk flowing by
whispering in his ear that she wanted to feel him
spurting up inside her.
This time they fell asleep with Megan still lying on
top of him, her pussy firmly plugged with his cock.
They lay there like that until they were shaken awake
by Molly.
"Get up you two. It's after eight. We wouldn't want
them coming to get us up and finding you two like
that."
Bobby was horrified, but Megan lifted her head and said
"I owe you Molly. It was the best night I ever had."
Molly smiled. "I was so jealous I had to rub off three
times. But I'm glad you had fun."
Bobby's horror had faded when it became obvious that
Molly wasn't horrified by what they'd done. Megan
looked at her brother. "Molly and Chance do this too."
she explained. "I found out last night."
"You're kidding," said Bobby.
"Not at all," said Molly. "I can't wait for him to get
home."
"She tried to borrow you last night," said Megan. "But
I was stingy and wouldn't let her."
Bobby was already hard with his morning woody. His cock
had fallen out of Megan during their sleep, and was now
rigidly poking between her thighs. The thought of being
"borrowed" by Molly made him want to sheath it back in
his sister. Or maybe Molly. That would be fun too. But
Molly was right. If an adult came into the room right
now the world might end. Megan threw back the sheet and
climbed out of bed, leaving Bobby lying there naked in
plain sight, his boner sticking up at a forty-five
degree angle.
Molly stared at it. "Oh Megan, it's beautiful. I've
never seen one that wasn't circumcised. Chance's looks
completely different. It's all knobby and rough
looking, not smooth like Bobby's."
Bobby felt the strongest urge to cover his cock with
his hands, but, under the circumstances, that would be
silly. Instead, he let his cousin look. Molly exerted
some self control. "Cover that thing up or we'll never
get out of here." she said. Then she pulled Megan by
the hand. "You need another shower. You smell like
sex," she said.
They left the room to let Bobby get up and get dressed
while they took care of their morning ablutions. At
breakfast Dee said that she and Rudy would take care of
the breeding that morning. She gave Molly a list of
things that were needed from town. The gardening
wouldn't take long with all three of them working at
it. Bobby could drive the pickup and carry the heavier
items, like feed sacks and the fifty pound bag of
flour. With all three youngsters shopping they could
get it all done and still pick up Chance at the bus
station, where he was due about noon.
Molly was very excited.
The gardening went well, except that the girls teased
Bobby mercilessly. They talked about sex like Bobby
wasn't there, comparing notes out loud about what they
liked the most when their brothers mated with them.
Bobby's prick was stiff the whole time.
Then it was time to go to town and the kids piled in
the old truck and took off in a cloud of dust.
Meanwhile, down in the breeding pen, Dee looked at Rudy
and he grinned. She shook her head.
"Rudy, I've never done much of the prepping. Tom always
did that in the past, and I helped. I have to tell you
right now that handling those big horse cocks does
something to me, and I may act a little strange. But
just don't pay any attention if I say things I
shouldn't."
Rudy could imagine what it must be like for a woman to
fondle a horse cock. He looked at his beautiful sister-
in-law and grinned. "I'll only pay attention to what
you want me to pay attention to." In his mind's eye he
heard Dee saying she needed a nice long, hard cock.
That was something he would be tempted to pay attention
to.
The first two sets of horses went well. Rudy liked
talking to the excited stallions and calming them with
strokes on their muzzles. It was, indeed, unforgettable
to see the males jump and then hump the mares. For the
first time the term "humping" made perfect sense. Dee
was flushed, but it was a warm day, and she spent a lot
of time bent over or working her arms, so that didn't
seem strange to him.
She started out using rubber gloves, but they were too
big for her and she took them off, throwing them in a
corner. When she stood up after prepping the third
stallion she was sweating freely. She unbuttoned one
button of her blouse and then pulled the cloth back and
forth, fanning it to cool herself. She was breathing
hard. On the fourth stallion Dee started making noises.
She took a long time and Rudy leaned around the horse
to see her running her hands up and down the stallion's
rock hard penis three or four times.
"Dee?" he said to get her attention. She turned her
head toward him and eyes were strange looking.
"Huh?" she responded.
"I think he's clean," said Rudy. Dee's head jerked and
she pulled her hands off of the big cock.
"Uh... yeah," she said.
Dee was breathing fast when she stood up, like she'd
just run somewhere. She swayed as the stallion mounted
the mare and slammed his two foot prick into her. Rudy
saw what Megan had been talking about when the stallion
jumped off too soon and a stream of clear semen shot
into the dust.
Dee said, "Oh shit!" and Rudy knew she'd seen it too.
Rudy took the stallion back to his stall and got the
next one out. Dee was already in the breeding pen and
had put the mare in the chute when he got back.
This stallion was bigger than the rest and was already
excited. Rudy spoke softly to him and stroked his neck,
but he still stomped his hooves in the dust. "Careful,"
said Rudy. "This one's a little eager."
"Umm," was all he heard from Dee, who had sat down on
the stool. Again Rudy leaned over to see how she was
doing, and this time her hands just kept moving along
that stallion's long hard penis. Her breathing got
ragged. She was really squeezing that thing too, and
the horse started to dance even more. She seemed to be
in a kind of dream-like state, unaware of what was
going on around her. Rudy had visions of her being
stomped and was about to yell at her when, all of a
sudden, there was this fire-hose kind of event from
under the horse.
She'd jerked that eighteen inch prick one too many
times, and it was pointed right at her when it went
off.
One thing Rudy learned that day was that horses produce
a lot of semen when they ejaculate. Now the term "a
lot" is relative in many ways. "A lot" of clothing
might be the three shirts you wear, one on top of the
other, in the winter time to keep warm. That's "a lot"
of clothing. And if you sat down to a chicken dinner
and somebody served you a whole chicken, that's "a lot"
of chicken. And a virile man might produce "a lot" of
semen when he ejaculates, and that might be three
quarters of an ounce. In the real world, that's "a lot"
of semen.
Human semen, anyway.
Horses produce amounts of semen that are proportionally
larger than their penises are to human penises. To
follow the same analogies, if horse semen were winter
clothing, you'd be so warmly dressed you wouldn't be
able to move. And if it were chicken... Well, it
wouldn't even BE chicken. We're talking more like
Ostrich. That's why Rudy thought of it as a "fire-hose"
type of event.
When she got hit she was so surprised she leaned back
on that little three legged stool, and horse goo
splashed just every-fucking-where. I mean it was like
there was somebody under there with one of those
'Super-Jumbo-two-gallon-backpack-mounted-summertime-for
use only in the pool-squirt-cannons' and they had just
water-cannoned her but good.
She was soaked. It hit her right about at the top
button of her blouse, but it got her face, her hair,
her blouse, her arms and the legs of Rudy's jeans just
soaked. She spluttered and her arms waved and she fell
backwards off the stool onto the hay, like she was
having a seizure or something and the horse - and Rudy
would swear to his dying day this was true - the horse
let out a big long sigh, stepped to the left, and
relaxed all of a sudden.
That put the horse right over Dee when round two
rocketed out. Rudy saw it sort of drift on the wind for
a split second, a long thumb-thick line of that watery
looking fluid that hung, suspended above his sister-in-
law, who was lying on her back on the hay, her jeans-
clad legs spread and up off the ground, like she was
waiting for her lover but had forgotten to take off her
pants. Then it descended and the crotch of those jeans
turned dark as they were soaked too.
In a line from crotch to chin that second shot splashed
on her already wet body. It was eerily quiet. Dee went
as limp as a sock full of marbles. Rudy looked down at
his semen-splattered legs. He pushed the stallion back
to the right and bent over Dee to see if she was OK.
Her eyes opened and she looked at him, upside down.
Then, in the most normal voice you could even imagine,
she said "Damn, now we'll have to let him charge again
before we can breed him."
"Are you OK?" Rudy asked.
"I'm all icky," she said, still looking at him upside
down. Her eyes went to the wet stains on the legs of
his jeans. "You're kind of icky too." she added.
She sat up with his help and looked around, sort of
dazed. "We need a shower," she said.
Rudy helped her stand up. She looked around, still
dazed. "It's a good thing the kids are gone. What would
they say if they saw us like this?"
"I expect they'd laugh and tell the story for years to
come," said Rudy.
Rudy helped her stand up and she took his hand and
pulled him toward the bunkhouse, which was closer than
the big house. There wasn't anybody in there. They were
alone on the ranch. She pulled him to the shower room,
which was a big tiled room with three shower heads
sprouting from the walls, and started taking her soaked
clothes off.
Rudy just watched in awe as she took off first the
boots, and then she got her blouse off, baring tight
high-riding breasts that were so firm the only time she
needed a bra was when she rode horses. Her nipples were
dark and Rudy licked his lips looking at them. She
seemed to have forgotten he was in the room. She turned
on one of the showers. Then she pushed her jeans and
panties down and stepped out of them.
Like they had done this a hundred times Dee turned to
him. She didn't tell him to get undressed. He was just
standing there, his hands hanging at his sides.
Dee undressed her brother-in-law, taking his shirt off
first. Her hands flitted across his muscular chest and
she hummed. Then she knelt and unbuckled his belt, her
face only inches from the lump that would soon be
exposed if she continued to undress him. When she
jerked his jeans down and the evidence that he found
her nakedness attractive was exposed, it popped up and
slapped his abdomen like it had been spring loaded, a
catapult made of flesh that sent a little ball of pre-
cum flying up into the air.
Dee stopped and stared at it and said "I shouldn't be
doing this Rudy. Cathy would be really mad at me if she
were here."
By now Rudy was as thoroughly aroused as Dee was. They
had flirted for years, and their hugs had been close
and more than just friendly. "Cathy's not here." he
said. "You're even more beautiful than I thought you'd
be." he said, his voice husky.
"Bastard," she said, still looking at his prick. "You
were supposed to talk me out of this."
Then her hands came up and she stroked his penis, just
like she had stroked the stallion's penis only a few
minutes ago.
"If you keep doing that you're going to have another
accident," said Rudy, bending backward.
Dee stopped, and let go of him and, for a few seconds,
Rudy thought she'd gotten control of herself and was
going to break it off. But, instead, she pushed his
jeans down further. "Kick your shoes off." she ordered,
and when he did he lifted a foot so she could get the
leg off of it. Then the other one and suddenly he was
standing dressed only in socks. He leaned over and
pulled them off as she stood up. Her bush was right in
front of his face, and he looked at it longingly.
When he stood up Dee was staring at him, hot-eyed. Then
she tugged him toward the flowing water. She grabbed a
bar of soap and pressed it to his chest, rubbing it in
a circle over his hard pecks. She was humming again.
Her hair was wet now, and it hung down in strings
across her face. Rudy reached up and pushed her wet
hair off of her cheek, and her blue eyes looked up into
his.
"I have to wash you," she said, panting. "I got stuff
on you."
"Well, if you're so busy doing that, then maybe I
should wash you," he said. He took the soap from her
and lathered up his hands while she slid hers all over
his upper body. When his hands were thick with slippery
lather he put them on her shoulders and then slid them
directly to her breasts. She moaned. He'd wanted to see
her breasts naked for years, and now they were in his
hands Her nipples were dark brown, set on lighter
areolas and they were as big as his little fingertip.
They were also standing at attention like an honor
guard Marine.
Dee washed lower and lower, sinking slowly down to her
knees. She stared at his erect prick. It was pointing
up, like an anti-aircraft gun looking for a target. Her
soapy hands slid closer and closer until suddenly, she
was... prepping her sister's husband.
She heard him groan as the ecstasy of what she was
doing flooded his brain and he unconsciously arched his
back, shoving his prick closer to his sister-in-law's
face.
She whimpered as she stroked him. "So long," she
whispered. "So hard."
"Hard for you." he said. Dee pulled and Rudy sank down
to where she was kneeling. She kept pushing until he
was laid out on his back on the cool tiles. She stared
at his clean, wet prick and licked her lips. She knew
she shouldn't, but she couldn't control herself. As
Rudy looked up at her, Dee scrambled over him,
squatting until her pussy was right over his cock. She
leaned over and fisted it one more time, notched it in
her pussy, and sank down, filling her pussy with Rudy's
cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as the end of his prick
kissed her cervix.
"Ooohh yeaaahhhhh," groaned Rudy, as his cock was
enveloped in hot slippery pussy.
Rudy had never cheated on Cathy before. He wouldn't
have thought about cheating with anybody else except
Dee. Their friendship had, for many years, been deeper
and more intimate than most men have with a woman not
their wife, or a woman has with a man, not her husband.
They had felt the pull of sexual interest between them,
and had even teased each other about it. But neither
had ever thought they'd end up like this.
Rudy was longer than Tom, and the head of his cock went
places no cock had ever been in her. She felt pain as
her cervix was abused, but it was a sweet pain that she
decided she loved. It had been a long time since she
had felt any of the things she was feeling now.
For Rudy, it was like making love to a teenager. She
was so tight and her slim body was so light that she
felt like a sixteen year old to him. When he felt his
cock press hard into her cervix her hands came down on
his chest. Her hips slid toward his face, and then
reversed themselves with alarming violence, sliding
back toward his feet. Again he felt the tip of his cock
dig into the opening to her womb and she wailed,
howling like a cat in heat. Her hips were jerking so
hard that Rudy was sure she was going to slide
completely off him.
Then she slowed, finding that place where his cock tip
tickled her cervix and, while she wiggled on it, she
leaned over to kiss him. Her wet hair hung down and
stuck to his face as her pussy began to flutter and
ripple.
"I'm cumming Rudy," she groaned into his mouth. "I'm
cumming all over that beautiful prick of yours."
She wiggled more and began to shake. Rudy felt the tip
of his cock slip between tight inner lips and he knew
he was almost in her womb. It was too much to resist.
With a bellow he let his balls jump and jerk as he shot
Dee's womb full of his thick, rich seed.
"Ohhh Deeee," he moaned, as his cock jerked and spat
another rope of baby makers into her.
"Ohhh fuck me Rudy," she answered him back, wiggling
more and planting the head of his cock even deeper into
her belly. Then she lay down on his chest as the water
beat over them, limp and satisfied.
Dee didn't want to move, but she didn't know how long
they'd been at it, and it was possible the kids could
be coming back any time. With a sigh she pulled herself
off of Rudy. She offered him her hand and pulled him
up. They rinsed off and then toweled dry in silence.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Actually, I'm wonderful," she said.
"What are we going to do for clothes?" asked Rudy.
Dee went to the door of the bunkhouse. Her naked hips
rose and fell as she padded over there and Rudy
couldn't help but admire her slim athletic lines. She
opened the door and looked out.
"I don't see the pickup, and I don't see any dust on
the road. How do you feel about streaking to the
house?"
Like kids they ran, hand in hand, laughing. Rudy's feet
were too tender for the tough grass and gravel and he
hopped around, complaining.
When they got to the porch and into the front door Dee
hugged him. "I want to do it again, but we don't have
time." she said. She looked at him seriously. "We
really shouldn't have done that should we Rudy?"
"I think you needed it, and I know I enjoyed it. Let's
just give it a little time and then we can talk about
it and make decisions," he said.
"OK," she said. "That's fair." Then they went and got
dressed in dry clothes.
***
In town the kids hurried through the shopping. They
packed the back of the truck so that there was an aisle
down the middle. Molly said that somebody would have to
ride in the back, and that way they could lie down and
get out of the wind.
"I wonder who that will be?" asked Megan, laughing.
"He's been gone so long" whined Molly. "And you two got
to take care of your urges. It's only fair that Chance
and I have an opportunity to... talk," she ended.
Bobby chuckled. "It's going to be too loud back there
to talk. You may have to communicate in some other
way."
Molly's cheeks pinked up. "I'm sure we'll think of
something."
They had been parked at the bus station for almost an
hour when the big red white and blue bus pulled in.
Molly jumped up and down, her large breasts bobbing
under the T shirt she had worn. They were obviously
contained in a bra, but they still bounced.
People began stepping off the bus, leaning this way and
that, stretching from sitting in one position for a
long period of time. A tall sandy haired young man
wearing jeans and a cowboy hat stepped down and Molly
squealed.
Chance was a big boy, over six feet tall, and well
built. He had a ready smile, which spread across his
face as he saw his sister running toward him. He caught
her up in a hug and swung her around in a circle.
"Hey baby sister," he said, kissing her neck under her
flying hair. She'd left it loose because she knew he
liked it that way and it flowed around them, almost
like a cape.
"I missed you so much," she said into his own neck.
Then she pushed him back. "Guess what? Bobby and Megan
are here!"
She pulled him toward the siblings, who had stayed
where they were to guard the truck, even though it
didn't need guarding in that small community.
"Oh," he said, dejectedly. "I mean I'm glad to see them
and all, but I hoped you'd pick me up alone."
"Don't worry," she said. "I have so much to tell you."
Then chance saw Megan and his interest perked up. He
was thinking of how good it would be to spurt inside
Molly again. He'd dated at school, but didn't try to
have sex with any of the girls. It was too much hassle,
as far as he was concerned. But he knew a good looking
girl when he saw one, and Megan fit that bill
perfectly. She was smiling and Chance took in her
curves, appreciating the swell of her breasts that were
smaller than his sisters, but still nice humps in her
shirt. He looked over at Bobby and was startled at how
much he'd grown since Chance last saw him.
"Hey guys," he said as they approached his cousins.
"Boy am I glad you're here," said Megan, giving him a
hug. His prick had already started to awaken as soon as
he saw Molly. It continued to stiffen as Megan pressed
her body against his. "I was beginning to think Molly
would jump Bobby's bones." She giggled.
Chance stepped back, looking at all of them. "What's
going on here?" he asked warily.
Molly jumped up and down, her breasts bobbing again.
"They know about us," she said. He couldn't figure out
why she would be happy about that until she went on.
"They do it too Chance! They did it in my room last
night! I got so horny. I'm SO glad you're back."
The mental image of Bobby humping Megan finished the
job on Chance's cock and his jeans bulged as he had to
move his prick around to accommodate its growth.
"Wow," he said, not knowing what else to say.
"They're going to be in the front on the way back
home." Molly half pointed to the truck. "We saved a
place where you and I can ride in the back... lying
down."
Chance wasn't to sure about that. This was all a little
new to him. "We'll see." he said carefully.
"Don't worry," piped Megan. "We won't watch." Her hand
was behind her back and her fingers were crossed. She
knew what Bobby's prick looked like, and had seen a lot
of horse cocks, but she wondered about that description
Molly had given of Chance's rough, gnarled organ.
"Besides, I have to help Bobby drive. He's a terrible
driver. I bet it... bounces you two around back there."
she ended with a giggle.
There was a thick layer of hay in the little slot that
had been left for the "riders" to use, and that had
been covered with a horse blanket. It wasn't wide
enough for two people to lie side by side, unless they
were pressed firmly against each other. Molly climbed
in and sat upright, though. She knew they'd need to do
that until they got out of town. Chance crawled in too,
and Bobby put his bags just in front of the tailgate.
It made a nice, private space for Molly to welcome
Chance home.
While they were sitting up, and once the Bobby got the
truck going with a grind of the gears, Chance relaxed a
little. "Are you sure about this?" he loudly over the
wind and road noises.
CHAPTER FOUR
Molly was already reaching behind her, up into her
shirt, to unsnap her bra. "They did it right next to me
in your old bed!" she yelled back. "Your room is still
full of junk, so Mom moved your bed into my room. Megan
and I were supposed to sleep in one bed and Bobby in
the other, but it didn't work out that way."
Molly reached into her shirt and pulled on the bra,
sliding her arms inside through the arm holes. Her hand
appeared out of the bottom of the shirt with her bra in
it. By this time they had reached the outskirts of town
and were turning onto the gravel county road that led
toward the ranch. Joyfully Molly pushed the shirt up to
her neck, exposing her large succulent breasts to her
brother's view. Her back was to the cab.
"I want you to suck my titties," she yelled. "Nobody's
sucked my titties since you left."
"They'd better not have" growled Chance, reaching for
his sister.
Bobby actually kept his eyes front most of the time,
only occasionally checking the rear view mirror. When
he saw Molly's shirt come off he told Megan. She turned
around excitedly and stared unabashedly through the
dirty back window of the truck.
"I thought you said you weren't going to watch," said
Bobby, grinning.
"I lied," admitted Megan.
Then she described how things happened. She told how
Molly tried to get undressed while her brother crawled
over her, also trying to get his jeans down and his
shirt off. Then she described how Molly was on her
back, her shorts and panties hanging off of one ankle
as Chance, unable to take his boots off, just shoved
his pants down far enough to free his dick.
"Oooooo, it IS all rough looking," said Megan as
Chance's prick came into view. "And it's really hard
and BIG!"
"Now he's over her... now he's putting it in... OH!
Bobby! He just shoved it right in her! He must be
splitting her open!... No, she's kissing him... UH OH
STOP!" screamed Megan.
"WHAT HAPPENED?! yelled Bobby hitting the brakes.
"Chance's shirt just blew out of the back of the truck.
Back up!"
Chance's face suddenly appeared at the back window, his
mouth open as he shouted, wanting to know why they'd
stopped.
The window was down and Bobby yelled out of it as he
backed up "YOUR SHIRT!"
Bobby could see it in the side mirror, lying on the
gravel road, a splash of color in an otherwise dreary
landscape. When he stopped he jumped out and Megan
jumped out too and they both raced for the shirt.
Megan, at the top of her lungs, yelled "KEEP GOING,
WE'RE JUST GETTING YOUR SHIRT!"
Bobby got to the shirt first and Megan, laughing,
pointed at the truck. It was rocking on it's springs
and making a creaking sound. Bobby and Megan snuck up
to the tailgate and peeked in, to see Chance's naked
buttocks bobbing between Molly's spread thighs as he
lustily drove in and out of his sister's pussy with his
dick. They could see his low hanging balls, swaying and
slapping Molly's buttocks as she thrust upward against
every lunge. Molly was moaning and crying out her
pleasure. Chance only made a grunting noise every time
he thrust into his little sister.
"OH YES!" screamed Molly as she had an orgasm.
"Ooohhhhh Noooooo!" groaned Chance as his balls gave up
and powered his jism deep into his sister's slot. He'd
wanted to go a lot longer than this, but he was just to
excited.
"It's OK," soothed Molly. "It's a long way home. We
have time to do it again."
Bobby nudged Megan, whose eyes were big and round as
she got a close-up view of Chance jerking his cock into
his sister as it sprayed it's precious load hard. He
pointed toward the front of the truck and mouthed "Come
on".
They got back in and started the truck moving again.
Bobby still had the shirt and he handed it to Megan.
"Are you hard?" asked his sister.
"Yeah," he said, steering around a big hole in the
road.
"Can I see?" she asked.
"While I'm DRIVING?" he asked incredulously.
"I just want to see," she whined.
"OK," he said.
Her hands flashed to his pants and fought with belt,
button and zipper until he put both feet on the floor
and raised his butt so she could wiggle his pants down
to his thighs. His boner stuck up toward the wheel.
Suddenly he saw Megan's head... the BACK of her head,
dive under his right arm and stop in his lap. He felt
her hot mouth engulf the head of his cock.
"MEGAN!" he yelped. "You just said you wanted to see!"
She dragged her mouth off his cock, sucking and
slurping long enough to say "I lied." and then went
back for more. Bobby could see that one of her hands
was in the waistband of her now open shorts. She was
rubbing herself as she sucked on his cock.
In the back, Chance had been delighted to find that
even though he'd spewed Molly full of creamy cum, he
stayed hard as a rock. He had, after all, missed her
too. Molly was even happier, because the erratic
movement of the truck meant that Chance could stay deep
inside her and the truck made his body move and rub her
clitty in the most delicious manner. She gritted her
teeth in a happy grimace as she came again, her body
bouncing under Chance's. When he was fucking her he
couldn't get to her breasts, which, in his hurry, he
had neglected, so Molly brought her own fingers up and
squeezed and pulled at her turgid nips, intensifying
her orgasm.
Bobby, feeling he was about to shoot off in his
sister's mouth, braked and pulled her hair to get her
off of him. He didn't want to cum in her mouth. Not
this time. She looked up in surprise and he barked "Get
your shorts off."
Megan giggled and sat back up, raising her hips off the
seat and sliding shorts and panties down. She kicked
them off on the floorboard and sat back down, naked
from the waist down. She spread her legs and frigged
her pussy.
"Get out." commanded Bobby as they stopped. Once
outside they couldn't lie down, because of the dirt and
gravel. So Bobby pushed Megan against the fender of the
old truck and took her from behind. They'd never done
it this way and Megan had to back up, her hands still
on the fender, and bend over, spreading her legs and
wagging her butt at her brother. She looked something
like a half naked felon being arrested. Bobby, seeing
his target exposed, aimed his prick at her dripping
pussy lips and moved up against her. He couldn't see,
but fisted his prick, nosing it around until he felt
her cleft, and the shoved his hips forward.
"Ooooohhhh Yeeaahhhhh!" moaned Megan as she was filled.
In this position his cock didn't rub her clit, so she
took one hand off the truck and stuck it between her
legs, pressing and squeezing her clit while he began to
slide in and out. The truck rocked and both teens
looked to see Chance's and Molly's heads appear over
the roof of the truck.
"What are you guys doing?" asked Molly, giggling.
"I guess you were right," said Chance.
Shortly he had Molly bent over the roof, fucking her
from behind too, while they watched Megan toss her head
and moan her way through an orgasm. Then Bobby
stiffened and thrust up and forward, just like the
stallions they'd seen the day before, as he unloaded
his baby makers into Megan's belly.
Chance wasn't far behind and Molly cooed as she felt
her pussy being bathed again with hot, wet spunk.
Over her shoulder she smiled at him. "I've missed you
so much Chance," she said, sounding just as happy as a
lark.
"And I'm not even close to showing you how much yet,"
she added, reaching to him for another kiss.
***
Dee and Rudy had gotten dressed and then fixed
something to eat, since it was getting close to lunch.
They talked about what had happened over lunch.
"I don't know whether to be sorry or not," confessed
Dee. "I've been attracted to you since we dated. I only
bowed out because it was my sister who wanted you."
"I'd feel worse except that Cathy told me I could keep
dating you if I wanted to when we first started going
out. She said life wasn't fair, and that if two girls
loved the same guy they should be able to settle down
with him and all live happily ever after."
"You're Joking!" gasped Dee. "MY sister said that?"
"Yup," said Rudy. "Course that was a long time ago. She
might look at things differently now. But I feel a
little guilty about Tom."
"Don't feel too bad," she said. "A horse kicked him
twelve years ago and he hasn't made love to me since."
"Twelve YEARS?" Rudy gasped. "You haven't had sex in
twelve YEARS?! Why didn't you say something?" asked
Rudy. "We didn't know."
"Cathy knew," said Dee, frowning. "I told her all about
it. Tom's testicles were crushed and he hasn't had any
sex drive since then. He can't even get an erection.
Why wouldn't Cathy tell you about that?" she mused.
"I don't know," said Rudy. "When I left she said... you
know what she said Dee? She said I should do whatever
you needed and take care of you while Tom was gone. You
don't suppose she..."
Dee was looking stunned. "I can't believe it. You think
she WANTED this to happen?" Then she sat back in her
chair. "You know, you just might have something there.
It would be just like her to think I had gone long
enough without."
"Um... I don't mean to be indelicate... but... you did
sort of go wild."
Dee ignored him. "Is Cathy at work right now?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I want to talk to that girl." said Dee. "But I can't
do it while she's at work. I'll have to wait until
tonight."
"So what do we do in the meantime?" asked Rudy.
"What do you mean?"
"We have more breeding to do this afternoon," he said.
Dee looked at him, her eyes calculating. "You enjoyed
it Rudy."
"Of course I did," he admitted. "I'm a man. Men love
doing that. But I don't want to do anything that would
come between you and Cathy, or ME and Cathy, or you and
Tom for that matter."
"Try not to kill me with all the compliments," said Dee
grumpily. "You think if we breed this afternoon I'll
lose control again."
Rudy sighed, "I'd be HOPING you lost control again."
Dee stuck out her chin. "Well I won't. So THERE!"
"You're acting like a teenager Dee," said Rudy.
"Well, only because you MADE me feel like one. I
haven't felt like that since I WAS a teenager!"
Rudy grinned. "I am built like a stud horse, aren't I."
He made a show of preening.
Dee laughed. "Look at us. What a pair we are. Little
miss hot pussy and mister big dick." She giggled. Then
she got serious. "Maybe we can both work on controlling
our urges. I mean we owe it to... them... to at least
try, right?"
"Yeah, we do," said Rudy.
"Besides, the kids will probably be back before it gets
too bad and we... do anything," she said.
"Yean... right," said Rudy.
When they got to the breeding pen again and Dee was
ready to prep the first stud Rudy said "Maybe if we
joke around it will help."
Dee positioned the stool and bucket. "We can always
try."
Rudy waited until she got busy swabbing the big penis.
"So, I wouldn't feel bad if I were you," he said. "I
mean it takes a while to get used to dealing with a
penis that huge. I know it took Cathy a long time to
get used to it."
Dee had been thinking about how smooth and hard the
penis was she was stroking. But she was trying to
listen to Rudy too, to distract herself. She put the
rag in the bucket and stood up while Rudy led the
stallion to the mare.
"What?" she said, looking at him. "What about Cathy?"
"It took her a while to get used to handling something
as big as that." He pointed at the stallion, which was
about ready to mount the mare.
"When did she ever do that?" asked Dee, confused.
"When she decided to marry ME!" he laughed.
Dee bent over and picked up a handful of hay and dirt.
She threatened to throw it at him. "Very funny mister
big shot. Or should I call you big dick?" Now she
laughed. "I've heard people called Big John and Big
Jack and even Big Bill, but never Big Dick"
The stallion jumped and humped. The mare whinnied.
Both watched as the stud slammed into the mare five or
six times and grunted, before falling back to the
ground. His penis hung down, dripping.
"Oh my goodness," said Dee. "It doesn't matter how many
times I see that, it still makes me feel..." She turned
to Rudy. "And joke all you want, but it's not that easy
to touch something so... so... so male."
"Surely it's not that bad," said Rudy.
"When was the last time you handled a foot long iron
hard cock?" asked Dee. She immediately wished she
hadn't said it.
"Well, that would have been the last time Cathy was
upset with me and made me sleep on the couch." he said
grinning.
"I asked for that," she said, shaking her head.
"You did?" he quipped. "No wonder Cathy sent me up here
alone."
Dee knew she should quit while she was behind. "Joking
around isn't going to help if you joke around about
something that felt so good in me about an hour ago."
"That's probably why the only jokes I can think of
involve a penis," he said. "All I can think about is
where my own was an hour ago."
Dee smiled a wry smile. "Well we can't think about
that. We have breeding to do."
"Just exactly what I had in mind." Rudy smiled widely
as he grabbed his crotch.
Dee slapped his chest, but it wasn't a hard touch.
"Don't tempt me. I'm very vulnerable right now.
Handling a REAL cock has gotten me all excited. You
better keep it in your pants, buster. I wouldn't want
to be disappointed at how tiny it is... by
comparison... and hurt your feelings."
Rudy grabbed his chest with both hands and leaned
backwards, like he'd been shot. "Yes ma'am."
They got back to work and did two more pairs of horses.
With each succeeding prep the look in Dee's eyes got a
little wilder though. She was sweating now, and as they
watched the last pair breed she unbuttoned two buttons
of her blouse. They put those horses up and brought in
another pair. This time, when Dee washed the long hard
cock in her hands, it seemed to take longer, and Rudy
craned his neck to see what was happening. He saw Dee's
arms moving as she swabbed the prick in her hand
several times.
"Dee?" he said.
She didn't look up and her response was only, "Hmm?"
"You about done there?" he asked.
Her head jerked and she pulled her hands away from the
penis. She stood up shakily and almost tripped over the
stool. Rudy led the stallion to the mare and it hopped
up and entered her immediately. Rudy stepped back and
felt Dee's hands on his waist, pulling.
"Don't get too close," she said from behind him.
"He was quick," said Rudy. The feel of Dee's hands on
his waist made him want to turn around and put his
hands on her waist, but he resisted. He was really
trying to give her all the options. If Cathy really had
sent him up here thinking he could give Dee what Tom
couldn't, she should have said something to him about
it.
The stallion jumped back off the mare and Rudy caught
the halter rope. He turned to see Dee standing rigidly,
her eyes a little glassy. Finally she went to the mare
and got ready to take her back to her stall.
The next time Rudy had to pull Dee off the stallion's
cock when she wouldn't answer his questions. The only
way he could do that was to reach through her arm pits
and pull her back. There was just no way he could do
that without ending up with his hands full of her
breasts. She stumbled to her feet and pressed back
against him, grinding her butt into his hard-on.
The stallion found his way to the mare and bred her.
Rudy held his sister-in-law, his hands still covering
her breasts as they watched the mare get bred. "Hey,"
he said into her ear. She was trembling and her hands
had come up to cover his. She wasn't trying to remove
his hands from her braless breasts. Her hands felt warm
and soft on top of his. "Are you OK? Do you need to
take a break?"
"I'm hornier than a sixteen year old virgin in a dildo
factory," said Dee. "Let's do another one."
"Maybe we need to take a break," he insisted. He
couldn't make himself let go of those soft breasts.
She turned in his arms, her hands going behind his back
to pull him against her. "Maybe you need to kiss me
Rudy," said his smoky-eyed sister-in-law.
"I thought we were only going to tease each other," he
said. Feeling her against him was making him hot. His
dick started to fill with blood.
"I think you're a bald faced liar." she said, her mouth
only inches from his.
"What?" he asked.
"About not wanting to fuck me again. Rudy no man has
ever made me feel like that. You couldn't have made me
feel that way and not enjoyed it yourself."
"I admitted I enjoyed it," he said. "I didn't lie about
that."
"Yeah, but I think you came here gunning for me," she
said. "I remember that hug when you got here. I bet
you've got a hard-on right now."
"No I don't," said Rudy. Technically it wasn't
completely hard yet.
Dee ground her mound against the front of his jeans. "I
think you're lying. I think I'd better take a look,
though, because I hate thinking that my favorite
brother-in-law would be a low-down liar."
"I'm your only brother-in-law Dee." he said, shoving
his hardening prick against her crotch.
"All the more important that we don't have this
misunderstanding," she said. She licked her lips.
"OK, I might have fudged just a little," he said
softly. It was his last attempt to joke... to break the
mood... to give her time to stop.
She didn't. Instead she sank to her knees and unbuckled
his belt. She ran her hands over the outside of his
jeans, stroking the lump there. Then she unbuttoned and
unzipped the jeans. They fit tightly around his butt
and he had to help her slide them past that
obstruction. She clawed at his briefs until his prick
sprang out, bobbing in front of her face.
"Ohhhhh" she said in a sad voice. "I've missed you."
she said to the penis in her hand. Her hand wrapped
around it and she skinned the foreskin back, exposing
the purplish head. "It's only been two hours and I
almost forgot what you looked like." Her hands went to
his balls, which were hanging low. She hefted them as
if she were weighing them. "Hi fellas," she said to
them. "Did you make up another nice big batch of
goodies for me?" Her eyes slid up to his as he stared
down into her eyes.
"I don't care if Cathy sent you up here to service me
or not," she said. Keeping eye contact with him, she
opened her mouth and slid it over the head of his cock.
Rudy saw her cheeks collapse inward as she sucked.
Leaving her mouth on him she unbuttoned the rest of the
buttons on her shirt and shrugged it off, dropping it
on the hay behind her. Then she pulled off his cock and
stood up, tearing at the buttons of Rudy's shirt and
pulling the halves apart so she could press her naked
breasts against his chest. She reached up for a kiss
and when it was over she whispered, "We have breeding
to do Rudy."
He crushed his mouth to hers, no longer capable of
resisting her charms. He threw off his shirt and leaned
over to pull his jeans off.
They didn't go anywhere. She dragged him to a stall
that was full of hay bales and spread out a tarp on the
loose hay that was on the floor. Both of them stripped
naked in almost no time and, accompanied by the whinny
of a mare being bred, Dee accepted Rudy's cock into her
body again. He covered her, pressing her down, pinning
her to the ground with his sexual spike and she loved
it. She made noises... happy demanding noises...
telling him to go deeper, then harder as she neared her
apex, then crying out for his seed to be delivered to
her womb.
As his sperm flushed into her Rudy finally asked what
had been worrying him all along. "Speaking of
breeding... If you and Tom haven't been doing anything,
that would suggest you're not on birth control. What
happens if I knock you up?"
"My belly will get big," she hissed. "Now... shut up
and fuck me," was her only answer.
***
The kids had finally worn themselves out with their
impromptu orgy, and were both relaxed and tired when
they pulled into the lane that led to the ranch house.
Then they had to carry the supplies and Chance's
luggage into the house. When that was done they stopped
for a cool drink and to rest.
"Where's Mom?" asked Chance.
"She and my dad are doing the breeding today," said
Megan.
"I'm going to go tell her I'm here," said Chance.
"We'll go with you," said Molly, relaxed and happy now
that her pussy was full of her brother's thick cum.
The teens walked slowly down to the barns. None of them
said much, all being tired from their amorous
activities. While they were approaching the pen they
heard a mare whinny. They turned the corner just in
time to see a stallion jump down off the mare, his
thick prick hanging low.
But neither Rudy nor Dee were there with the horses.
"They must be getting another pair," suggested Bobby.
"They wouldn't do that," said Megan. They'd have too
many horses to handle at once."
"This is strange," said Chance. "When I helped Dad we
always stayed with them while they bred."
Megan looked at Bobby. "You don't suppose..." She shook
her head. "No, Daddy wouldn't do that."
"What?" asked Molly.
Megan looked uncomfortable. "Well, when Bobby and I
were doing this we kind of got... carried away."
Chance looked stunned. "You mean you did it? Right
here?"
Megan blushed. "No, not then. Not exactly. We did...
some things, but not that... not until later that
night."
Just then, from down the breezeway, they heard a moan.
It was obviously a female moan and it wasn't the kind
that sounded like someone was hurt.
Chance, still looking stunned, held his finger up to
his lips and tiptoed off down the breezeway. The others
followed.
They found the stall Dee had dragged Rudy to and
carefully peeked inside.
They were just in time to hear Rudy's breathy voice say
"Speaking of breeding... If you and Tom haven't been
doing anything, that would suggest you're not on birth
control. What happens if I knock you up?"
And they heard Dee's response:
"My belly will get big," she hissed. "Now... shut up
and fuck me."
Molly was suddenly very aware of the heavy load of her
brother's spunk in her womb. She wasn't aware yet, of
course, that she would bear her brother's twins in nine
months. But the obvious willingness of her mother to be
impregnated by Uncle Rudy made butterflies dance in her
stomach and she felt a thrill that surprised her. She
was shocked at that thrill, because, intellectually,
she knew she should be irate at her mother for cheating
on her father.
But she wasn't irate. Unbelievably, she was horny
again!
The overflowing emotions caused her to bark, "MOMMY!"
The result of her exclamation would have been humorous
to a bystander. First of all she scared Megan and Bobby
with her outburst and they both yelled. Chance, who had
been leaning to one side to see through a slat in the
side of the stall, jerked and his boot slipped on the
hay as he fell down with a thump that raised a cloud of
dust.
Rudy, on the verge of cumming because of Dee's
welcoming statement, froze as his balls began pumping
his semen into his penis.
Dee felt the issue of hot wet spunk into her pussy with
one part of her mind, recognized the voice of her
daughter with another part of her mind and was
instantly embarrassed to death. Her hands came up and
covered her face as her breath caught in her chest.
Rudy's mind caught up with Molly's exclamation and,
like a guilty teenager caught humping a girl by her
irate father, rolled off of Dee, his prick still
spurting. He rolled onto the hay, which stuck him in
the ass painfully. His adult mind, however, was not
used to being assaulted by a guilty reaction. The
result was an explosive "SON OF A BITCH!" as he tried
to evaluate what was happening.
Four teenagers, two of them drained of sperm, and the
other two full of it, stared at Dee's supine body, her
legs spread, her pussy lips flowered open and weeping
thick white goo. There was another stripe of Rudy's
creamy spend lying on her mons, one end just above her
clit, which bulged out, swollen and erect.
Molly squeaked, "MOMMY!" again, reflexively, and Dee's
legs slammed shut. She was slim enough, however, that
her pussy lips, though now closed, still bulged
prominently, glistening with shiny fluid. Dee's attempt
to cover her eyes, then her breasts and finally her
pussy too, led to her hands fluttering all across her
body.
Both teenaged boys felt their dicks start to stiffen. A
part of each of their minds was astonished, because
they both thought they couldn't get hard again this
soon to save their lives.
Megan, staring in open-mouthed astonishment, darted a
glance at her father, who was crouched on the balls of
his feet, tensed in an automatic reaction to jump, run
or defend, whichever was needed. His dripping prick, no
longer fully stiff, dripped and Megan couldn't help but
think of the stallion's pricks she had seen, hanging
and dripping after they serviced the mares. She felt a
tingle in her pussy, just like when she'd seen the
horse cocks.
Molly also looked at her Uncle's hanging phallus and
gasped as she took her first breath since screaming her
mother's "name".
Chance looked up to see his Uncle looming over his
head, which was now extended beyond the stall wall, in
the open gate area. "I'm home." he said weakly, unable
to think of anything else to say.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned Dee. "I'm soooo embarrassed." Her
hands continued to cover as much of her naked body as
they could manage. She was so red it looked like she
was sunburned from her forehead to just below her
breasts.
Rudy was able to react first. There was another horse
blanket hanging on the stall gate post and he grabbed
it and flung it over Dee. Then he stood up, anger
making his own face red. He knew he didn't have a right
to be angry, but it was the natural response his body
produced to the interruption of the mating it had not
quite finished satisfactorily.
"OUT!" he thundered, pointing.
Megan, for some reason, suddenly noticed the hair on
her father's body. She'd known for a long time that he
had dark hair on his chest and stomach. The bush around
the base of his penis and balls, though, was an
extension of his hairy chest that she hadn't thought of
before, and seeing it was shocking to her. She wondered
what all that hair would feel like pressed against her
naked chest.
Bobby was still staring at his naked aunt. Here was the
stuff of his masturbation fantasies of years, and his
eyes drank in her breasts, her hips... all of her. He
couldn't make himself tear his eyes away from his
dream, even though it was now covered by a horse
blanket.
Chance was experiencing conflicting feelings too. He
also had a response of anger at finding his uncle
fucking his mother. But the stiffening in his prick
told him that anger was for the wrong reason. He knew
his father couldn't perform sexually since the
accident, and it surprised him to realize that he
hadn't thought of his mother's needs in all the time
his father had been unable to do anything to satisfy
her. The conflicting feelings paralyzed him too.
Molly alone moved when Rudy shouted. To her surprise
she moved toward Chance. Some response deep in her mind
heard the anger in Rudy's voice and she automatically
looked to her brother to protect her.
"OUT!" Rudy shouted again. "WE'LL TALK ABOUT THIS
LATER!" A confused look came over his face as he
realized his statement was something very near
ridiculous, and that he really had no right to order
anybody around. He focused on the dazed and startled
looks on the faces of the four teenagers who had caught
their mother... or father, as it were... in this
situation.
"Give her a chance to get dressed," he said more
calmly, standing there nude, not caring that they could
see him. "We'll be out in a minute."
CHAPTER FIVE
That got the kids moving, albeit slowly, as they forced
their frozen muscles to respond to the situation.
Silently Molly helped Chance up and pulled him toward
the open yard beyond. Megan too pulled at Bobby's
sleeve and he moved, his eyes still unfocused as he
remembered what his beautiful aunt looked like splayed
naked on the ground.
"They're gone," said Rudy, kneeling on one knee and
rubbing his buttock with one hand.
Dee peeked between her fingers. "Oh Rudy, what have we
done?"
"We did what we needed to do," he said. "It can't be
undone. Let's just deal with it."
Dee sat up and took her clothing as Rudy handed it to
her. She looked down and saw the streak of his cum
across her abdomen and wiped at it with two fingers
absently. Just as absently she stuck the fingers in her
mouth and cleaned them off. "What are we going to say
to them?" she asked, pulling on her jeans.
"Let's just play it by ear," suggested Rudy, getting
dressed.
Outside the four teens were talking animatedly.
"I can't BELIEVE that!" said Molly, panting for reasons
she didn't understand.
"Me either!" said Bobby.
"Well I know how they felt." said Megan,
uncharacteristically. "You do too Bobby, if you just
think about it."
"Yeah," said Bobby, but our dad with their mom?"
"You're my brother, you dufus," said Megan
pragmatically. She had the beginnings of an idea.
"Look, we know how doing the horses can make you feel,
right?"
Bobby nodded while Molly and Chance stood there
listening.
"So they got horny, just like WE did," she said. "And
THEY did something they weren't supposed to do... just
like WE did." she said.
"Yeah," said Bobby, who hadn't caught on yet.
Megan turned to Molly and Chance. "And you guys too!"
she said excitedly. "You guys have been doing it too,
right?"
Chance looked at her warily. "Yeah, but what does that
have to do with..."
"They can't yell at us for doing it. Don't you see?
THEY'RE doing it too! So they can't complain about US
doing it!" she finished excitedly.
Molly's face was ashen. "You mean TELL them?!" she
asked in a horrified voice.
"YES!" squealed Megan. "Don't you see? They can't say
anything because we CAUGHT them!"
"Blackmail them?!" asked Chance, his face looking sour.
"Well... no... that's not what I meant," said Megan,
realizing how it must have sounded. "I mean they'll
understand WHY somebody would WANT to do that... and
they won't be able to tell us WE shouldn't, because
THEY did too." She didn't sound so sure of herself any
more.
"That's crazy," said Bobby.
"I agree with him," said Molly.
"They don't know about mom and dad." said Chance to
Molly. Bobby and Megan looked at him confused."
"Oh," said Molly, her hand covering her mouth. "That's
right... they DON'T know!"
"Know what?" asked Bobby and Megan together.
Chance thought for a minute. Since he had had time to
think his anger had melted away. He knew how hard it
was for him to stay away from Molly, and how much Molly
enjoyed what they did. He hadn't thought about what it
must be like for his mother, not being able to do
things with her own husband that every wife wanted...
and needed... to do. He thought about that now.
"Dad got hurt - kicked by a horse - and he can't...
they can't... they can't have sex any more."
"Oh my gosh," said Megan in a hushed voice. "When?"
"It's been years... since I was little," said Molly,
also suddenly thinking about what it would be like to
go without sex for years.
"So... we really can't blame them for what happened,"
said Bobby.
"Yeah," said Molly, "but I don't think we should tell
them about us."
"Here they come," said Chance.
Rudy walked out first. Dee was behind him,
unconsciously trying to hide behind his bulk. It was
bright enough in the sunlight that Rudy couldn't really
see yet and his eyes squinted almost closed. He walked
up to the four shapes he could see and stopped. He
hadn't the faintest idea what to say.
"Look..." he started. But then he had nothing to follow
it with.
"It's OK Daddy," said Megan. She wasn't so sure any
more about telling the adults what had happened. "We
understand." She hoped that would be enough.
"What?" asked Rudy, unprepared for that kind of
response.
"We understand how you can get... carried away. Working
with the horses and all." she tried expanding. Her
father still looked confused. She should have let it
drop there, but she felt compelled, somehow, to make
him understand that they really DID know how working
with the horses made someone feel. "I mean Bobby and I
got all excited too."
Had Bobby not been there, or had Rudy's eyes not have
become accustomed to the light, the words alone might
have slipped past him. He was, after all, in an
emotional turmoil. But when his daughter said that, and
he looked at his son, and his son not only turned red,
but couldn't meet his eyes, Rudy instinctively
understood that something had happened between the two.
He couldn't wrap his mind around that enough to get any
images, but it was obvious they'd done... something.
"What did you do?" the father in him had to ask.
Fear clutched at Megan's heart. "We just understand,"
she said feebly.
Molly didn't feel guilty at all about what she and
Chance had been doing for years. She loved her brother
and if forced to would run away with him. But she did
feel a little guilty about encouraging her cousins to
do the same thing. Seeing her cousin under the gun she
felt compelled to defend her.
"Chance and I understand too," she stuck her chin out.
Dee had been listening with half an ear, since
listening to them talk was easier than trying to think
of what she could say to her son and daughter about
what they'd seen. Molly's tone made her motherly
instincts perk up, though. She stepped around Rudy.
"What do you mean you understand too?" she demanded.
"You two haven't even worked with the horses."
Chance felt the same way about Molly as she felt about
him, so he tried to defend HER.
"I helped Dad a couple of times," he said.
"And I saw what you showed us about prepping." said
Molly, her chin still stuck out. She was in offensive
mode now and spoke without thinking. "And Megan and
Bobby told us what happened to them. It's only natural
to get excited!"
"And what... exactly... did Bobby and Megan tell you?"
asked Rudy, his voice flat.
Megan couldn't take it. "YOU guys did it!" she yelled.
"And WE FELT THE SAME WAY! WE COULDN'T HELP IT!"
Rudy got plenty of mental images now. They flooded his
mind, though mostly they consisted of Megan's face on
Dee's body. He took a step backward at the thought.
"You're not telling me that you and Bobby..." he said
weakly.
Megan was aghast at what she'd admitted, even though
she'd thought about doing that very thing not so long
ago. "Daddy... please... it was so..." she turned to
her aunt, her hand reaching out. "Tell him Aunt Dee...
you know what it's like."
Dee's mind was reeling too. Something told her this was
a pivotal point for all of them.
"OK, look, lets just all go up to the house, and get
something to drink and sit down and discuss this. OK?"
She reached out and took the sleeve of Rudy's shirt and
pulled gently. "Come on Rudy, let's go up to the house.
Come on kids. We'll talk about this there." Her voice
had taken on a soothing tone as she unconsciously tried
to lessen the tension in the air.
They all trooped up to the house and into the kitchen.
Chance went and got another chair, since the kitchen
table only had five around it. Dee got glasses for tea
while everyone else sat down. When she had served them
all, she sat too.
"OK" she said, not touching her own drink. "I think we
all have some talking to do."
Rudy, unsure of his own feelings at the moment, just
sat mute.'
Dee tried to break the ice. "Rudy and I got carried
away. We admit that. We shouldn't have done what we
did. But we did and we can't undo that." She didn't
think it was necessary to tell the kids about that
morning. "I still love Tom and Rudy still loves Cathy.
It's... possible... that Cathy knew this might happen."
"What?" asked Bobby.
"Tom and I haven't been able to... be... um man and
wife for a while. There was an accident."
"We know that," said Bobby. When his Aunt Dee looked
surprised he added, "Chance and Molly told us."
"And just how did that come up in conversation?" Dee
asked, an edge to her voice.
"After we caught... after we saw you," said Bobby.
"Oh." Dee felt a little better that her kids hadn't
just blabbed about it.
"We understand that," said Molly, still trying to
minimize the discussion. "We don't blame you."
All the other teens nodded in agreement.
"So... what's all this other stuff about?" asked Dee.
"About you and Megan," she said to Bobby. "And you
two." she looked at her own children.
Both girls turned red. Bobby fidgeted.
Chance sighed. "OK, well... a while back... I guess
maybe Molly and I got curious or something." He
stopped, looking at Molly for help. She was looking at
the table.
"And?" prompted his mother.
"We sort of did some things. You know, because it was
nice and it felt good."
"And because we love each other," Molly said tightly.
Chance looked stricken. "Yes!" he said. His hand
reached for Molly's. "I should have said that."
"You love each other," said Dee.
Molly looked up. Her jaw started to jut again. "Yes,
Mother, we love each other."
Dee sat back in her chair. "More than... most...
brothers and sisters... love each other?"
"Yes," said Molly, still tightly.
"Oh my," said Dee.
Rudy couldn't keep quiet any more.
"And you two?" he asked his children.
"It just happened since we've been here," said Megan,
looking beseechingly at her father. "We've liked
kissing for a long time... and I teased Bobby a lot.
But when we were doing the horses we just got carried
away I guess."
"And did you..." Rudy couldn't bring himself to say the
word 'fuck', "Did you... ah do what you saw Dee and me
doing?"
Megan held his eyes. "Yes Daddy," she admitted.
Dee leaned forward. She reached out and took Molly's
hand.
"And you too Molly? You and Chance? Look at me Molly!"
she demanded.
Molly's eyes had tears in them, but they were tears of
frustration, not shame. She was afraid that what she
and Chance shared would be no more.
"Yes, Mother." she said. "And we love each other and we
don't want to stop."
Dee sat back again.
"Oh my!" she said.
"This is crazy!" blurted Rudy. "You can't love your
brother or sister that way!"
"You love my mother that way," said Molly.
"That's different!" said Rudy.
"And how is that so different?" asked Chance. "You're
both married. You're not supposed to do that just like
we're not supposed to do it. I haven't touched another
girl since Molly and I made love." There. He'd said it.
"How did you get on the pill without me knowing it?"
asked Dee, addressing Molly.
Molly's eyes went back down to the table.
"So you used condoms?" she looked at her son.
Chance's eyes darted around.
"Oh my," said Dee, slumping.
"We don't do it very often," said Molly meekly.
"How about you two?" asked Rudy, to his children.
"Jeez Dad," said Bobby. "We didn't even know it would
happen. We didn't PLAN on it happening."
"Oh my," said Dee yet again.
"What did you mean about Mom maybe thinking you and
Aunt Dee would... make love?" asked Megan suddenly.
Now Dee flushed a little. "Cathy knew about Tom and me
and our problem." she said. "She also knew that
breeding the horses might get me excited. And Rudy has
flirted with me for years. We used to go out before he
married my sister."
"You did?!" gasped Bobby.
"Dee I'm sorry about the flirting. If I'd have known
about Tom I wouldn't have teased you that way," said
Rudy.
"Cathy knew you were doing it. She even egged you on a
time or two. I thought she was just being the mean
sister. I'm not so sure now," Dee sighed.
"So... what's going to happen now?" asked Molly.
Dee looked at her daughter and saw the emotion there...
the way she looked at Chance. She knew what that look
meant. She could try to forbid them, but it wouldn't
work. She knew that in her bones.
"Well, we have to get you girls on some kind of birth
control pronto for one thing," said Dee, looking
sideways at Rudy to see his reaction.
"Mom?" came from Chance.
"Yes dear?" she responded.
"Don't we need to get you on some kind of birth control
too?"
Dee colored. "Yes, I suppose that would be a good idea
too."
Things got a lot more relaxed after that. While
specifics weren't discussed, feelings that the young
ones had for each other were talked about and explored.
It became obvious to the adults that the siblings at
least BELIEVED they were in love. How long that might
last no one could tell, but the feelings were genuine
right now.
Dee got up and started supper, even though it was
early. Chance asked about cleaning out his room and Dee
waved them all away to take care of that. As they were
leaving she barked "No shenanigans. Not until the girls
are protected."
All four teens made a huge overblown show of
unhappiness about that, to the point that both adults
had to laugh.
There was great relief on the part of the kids as they
took boxes out of Chance's old room and made space for
beds to go back in it. Then there was discussion as to
who would sleep in which beds.
"Don't push it," said Chance. "We got out of that whole
thing incredibly lucky."
The girls nodded, if somewhat sadly.
In the kitchen the talk was similar.
What the heck do we do now?" asked Rudy. "This is all
just too strange for me. What in the world am I going
to tell Cathy?"
"The same thing I'm going to tell Tom, which is... I
have no idea!" she finished.
"We've got two more months," said Rudy.
"Easy big fella," chided Dee. "You'll get your chance
at me again."
He looked surprised. "That's not what I meant!" he said
before he saw her smile at her little joke. "What about
the kids?"
"Rudy, you know as well as I do that once a boy and
girl start doing things, nothing on earth will keep
them from... doing things. I don't think that it
matters if they're related or not."
"I know," he said in a defeated voice. "But... wow... I
just can't get used to the idea of my little Megan..."
he trailed off.
"She's growing up Rudy. You knew it would happen sooner
or later," said Dee.
"Yes... but I didn't think it would be with her
brother!" he said.
"Well, you're no more shocked than I am." she said,
putting meat loaf batter into two pans. "They've
apparently been carrying on for... years!" she said
with amazement in her voice. "And I never noticed a
thing!"
"Maybe Cathy wouldn’t notice either," mused Rudy.
"I don't know," said Dee. "It would be awfully risky
not to tell her."
"She'll divorce me when she finds out about us anyway,"
said Rudy.
"I don't think so," said Dee. "I'm still going to call
her tonight. I think she knows more than either of us
did." she said. Then, "You know what I mean."
"Ok," said Rudy, still a little dazed by all that had
happened.
"Rudy?" said Dee.
"Umm?"
"Since they... know... you don't have to sleep on the
couch tonight."
"Isn't that a little bald faced?" he asked.
"Considering what they've been doing behind our backs,
I don't really care too much."
"What about what Chance said? About the birth control,
I mean," said Rudy.
Dee dried her hands on a towel. Then she came to him
and straddled him, sitting on his lap and put her arms
around his neck. "For some reason I don't think I care
about that right now either."
"I'm not at all sure Tom would see it the same way,"
Rudy had to say.
"Tom knows that we wouldn't have stopped with Molly. We
wanted to have four or five kids. And since he can't
give them to me he'll just have to understand that
somebody else could. If it comes to that. You're only
going to be here two months Rudy. Tom and I had to try
for six to get Molly."
"Still," said Rudy. But he didn't have anything else to
add.
"Does that mean you WILL be sleeping on the couch
tonight?" asked Dee, grinding her pussy into his lap.
Rudy thought about being able to make love to this
fabulous woman for hours instead of just minutes.
"No. I don't think so. The couch is awfully
uncomfortable and I have a bad back, you know," he
said, looking at the ceiling.
"You're such a liar," said Dee. She kissed him. "And I
want you to keep lying... in bed with me."
She began kissing him and soon she was rubbing her
whole body against his lap and chest. She broke the
kisses finally, panting. "Isn't it bedtime right now?"
she asked.
Rudy glanced at the window, through which sunlight
still shone. "It's only about seven you hussy."
Dee wiggled on his boner some more. "You know what they
say... early to bed and early to rise..."
"You really want your children and my children
listening in at the door? Hearing you scream?"
"You have an awfully high opinion of yourself." said
Dee, licking his lips. Then she leaned back. "But I
guess you're right. They would listen and then they'd
go make babies themselves. We need to police the
sleeping arrangements... for them at least."
Dee got off Rudy, slowly, making it obvious she didn't
want to. Somehow she had unbuttoned three buttons of
her shirt and she pulled it open, exposing her breasts.
She looked down at them.
"Well, fellas, nothing yet. But you two just be patient
and I'll get you licked and sucked later." She looked
through her eyelashes at Rudy, who was staring at her
breasts. The she closed her blouse, making it clear she
was doing so because she couldn't get what she wanted
just then, so she wasn't going to let Rudy see what HE
wanted just then either.
She took his hand and pulled him toward the bedrooms,
where they found the teens industriously arranging it
so that Chance's room had the bunk beds restored and
the extra bed was rearranged in Molly's room.
Dee stood and watched for a minute. Then she called all
the kids together.
"Look, I have to be the mother here. And, as the
mother, I have to say no girls allowed in the boys'
room."
There were sullen looks all around.
Dee went on. "Since the couch hurts Rudy's back, I'm
going to have to put him on one side of my bed and I'm
going to have to sleep on the other side. So please
don't bother us because it's going to be hard enough to
get to sleep without us having to stay up late to watch
you guys, so we're trusting you to do what you're
supposed to."
Dee took Rudy's unresisting hand and dragged him down
the hall toward her bedroom. As the two sets of
siblings watched, their mouths open, Molly said "I
can't believe this."
Megan turned around and looked at the extra bed they
had just set up in Molly's room. "That's my bed." she
said, unbuttoning her blouse. "Go get in it Bobby." she
ordered.
Molly held up her hand. "Mom wasn't kidding," she said.
"Yes," said Megan, "But she very clearly said we
couldn't go in the boys' room. She didn't say anything
about the boys not being allowed in our room. Did she."
Molly looked doubtful. Chance came up behind her and
reached around to cup her breasts. That was all it took
and she was on board too.
"But we can't make a bunch of noise," she warned.
That admonition was basically pointless. Thirty minutes
later the house sounded vaguely haunted. There were
moans and groans coming from Dee's room, and moans and
groans coming from Molly's room.
It was clear to everyone in the house that no one in
the house was sleeping.
And, as copious amounts of virile equine semen had been
pumped into receptive equine vaginas all day long,
copious amounts of human semen flowed into the wombs of
the three receptive women in the house that night.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning Dee was up first. She rubbed her
abdomen, thinking about the two times Rudy had spurted
her full the night before and wondered if she had made
a mistake. She was pretty sure that Tom wouldn't care
if it was Rudy who got her pregnant. He'd said many
times that he felt bad that she couldn't have the large
family she'd wanted, but she'd always kissed him and
said that she was content with her lot in life.
They had talked once or twice about adopting, but it
was a time consuming process and they were always busy
at the ranch. Just once, when she had held him crying,
he suggested she should find a man who could satisfy
her. She'd shushed him and held him, saying they'd talk
about it later. Later had never quite come around.
And her sister had to know that putting Rudy in this
situation was a recipe for possible infidelity. She'd
forgotten to call Cathy the night before, in her
impatience to feel Rudy rutting between her legs again.
On impulse she went to the phone. It was early, and
Cathy might be grumpy, but she wouldn't have gone to
work yet. The phone rang four times before she heard
her sister's voice answer.
"Hey cutie pie," said Dee.
"I wondered when you'd call," said Cathy's surprisingly
chipper voice.
"It's early, but I needed to talk to you," said Dee.
"So how's it going?" asked her sister. "They got there
OK?"
"Yes, and we spent all day working yesterday. They've
been a big help."
"Is my husband behaving himself?" asked Cathy, a hint
of something like amusement in her voice.
"He's trying" said Dee. "But I'm having a hard time
behaving Myself," she confessed.
"I figured maybe that might happen," said Cathy. "Is it
going to be OK?"
"That depends on how you feel about things," said Dee.
"This may not be a good idea Cathy."
There was a moment of silence on the line. Then Cathy
spoke. "Look, I understand your situation. What I can't
understand is how you can stand it. Rudy takes good
care of me, and if he didn't... or couldn't... I don't
think I could stay sane. So here's what I think. I
think that if you and Tom have a strong enough
relationship to stay together through what you've had
to endure, then Rudy and I can deal with whatever we
have to face in the future."
Dee took a breath. "You're basically giving me
permission to seduce your husband, Cathy."
"Am I?" asked Cathy. "I know how he flirts with you.
I'm surprised he hasn't tried to seduce YOU!"
Dee's eyes got misty. "You don't know how much this
means to me," she said, her voice choked.
"Yes I do," said Cathy. "I've had to go to bed horny
and alone for two nights, and it's about to kill me. I
can't imagine what it's been like for you all these
years. You just make sure he has something left for me
when he gets back. And tell him this is a special
favor, and not to get any ideas about any other women."
"I don't think you have to worry about that. All things
considered he's resisted me as much or more than most
men would have," said Dee.
"Get your ashes hauled then," said Cathy. "And just
remember... you owe me big sister," she laughed.
"Um... thanks, but there's just one more thing," said
Dee, rubbing her abdomen again.
"What's that?" asked Cathy.
"I haven't been on the pill for a long time Cathy,"
said Dee, wondering how her sister would react to that.
"Dee, honey, I love you, and I love my nephew and
niece. If I had more than one nephew or niece I'd love
them all."
Dee stared at the wall. "Cathy you're being awfully
generous about this," she said.
"What are sisters for?" asked Cathy. "I've got to get
ready to go to work. Is there anything else you want to
ask for?'
Dee thought about Bobby and Megan, but decided she had
pushed her luck far enough already. "Maybe later," she
said.
Cathy laughed. "I can't WAIT to see what that might be.
Bye... I love you. Give Rudy a big wet kiss for me and
tell him to think of me while he's... helping you out."
Dee hung up the phone. She decided breakfast could
wait. She went back to her bedroom, where Rudy was
still sleeping.
He wasn't sleeping for long.
It was because of that distraction that Dee didn't find
all the teenagers in one room when she finally went to
get them up. While Rudy had made love to her she told
him about her conversation with his wife. He had been
like a wild man.
Having gotten another helping of Rudy's patented baby
makers, after which he lay gasping, she got up and
dressed, intentionally leaving her pussy full. It was
only then that she went to the girls' bedroom to get
them up.
It was empty, and, had she not come from a room that
already smelled like a cathouse bedroom, she might have
noticed that the odor in her daughter's bedroom was
just like that in her own.
She found the girls in the kitchen, getting ready to
make breakfast. She didn't know it, but the boys were
in their room getting dressed, still breathing deeply
after scurrying down the hall to the room they were
supposed to have slept in.
"Morning girls," she said.
"Morning Mommy" said Molly at the same time Megan just
said, "Morning."
"Did you sleep well?" asked Dee, not really meaning it
as a question designed to actually get information.
"I had a little trouble getting to sleep," said Molly.
"Somebody told us not to make a lot of noise and then
made a lot of noise herself."
Dee blushed. She still wasn't used to the idea of such
a free atmosphere in the house about things sexual.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"Chance and I will do the breeding this morning," said
Molly. "That will give you two a chance to get your
strength back."
"Molly!" said Dee, the mother in her bridling a little
at the suggestiveness in her daughter's voice.
Molly turned around. "Look, Mom, this is weird for all
of us. But it's a little like that spilt milk Grandma
used to talk about all the time. We can't just pretend
nothing happened."
Dee sighed. "That's true, but still... Oh I don't know
WHAT to do. I feel like I should do SOMETHING, but I
don't know what."
"The only thing I'm worried about is Daddy," said
Molly.
Megan made herself busy getting glasses and silverware
out. She tried to be inconspicuous as her cousin and
aunt talked.
"Your father..." started Dee. She had been about to
tell her teenaged daughter that Tom had suggested some
things that might shock her daughter, but decided not
to. "I think your father will be able to deal with
things." she finished.
"Then there's not a problem," said Molly, in typical
teenage fashion.
"There could most DEFINITELY be a problem," said Dee
sternly. "Babies can be a real problem when they come
along at the wrong time in a woman's life."
"Mom," said Molly patiently. "I know you and Daddy
wanted to have more children. And you said Daddy would
be able to deal with it."
Dee looked at her daughter in amazement. "I was talking
about YOU, dear daughter. And Megan too!"
"Oh," said Molly, looking sheepish, finally. Then she
raised her head. "Couldn't we raise two babies just
about as easily as one?" she asked.
"I do NOT believe I'm having this conversation." moaned
Dee. "Sweetie you have your whole life ahead of you.
And it's one thing to have a baby, but it's entirely
another to have your BROTHER'S baby!"
"Mom" said Molly patiently. "I have no plans other than
to stay here and work the ranch. I love this life. I
love Chance. I love you and Daddy. I don't see how
having a baby would ruin any of that."
"Your father might not agree," said Dee.
"Maybe Daddy doesn't have to know who the father is,"
said Molly.
"You're insane!" said Dee. "You think that if you get
used to being with Chance like that, that when your
father comes home - and your father WILL come home -
that you can just pretend that there's nothing between
you?"
"Chance is going to finish college." said Molly. "And
then I don't really know what he'll do after that. But
by the time Daddy gets home it will be too late to do
anything about me being pregnant, and Chance probably
won't even be here then anyway. He'll be mad for a
while, but he'll get over it."
"But honey, there are so many ways to avoid getting
pregnant," argued Dee.
"Maybe," said Molly, "but since my last period was two
weeks ago... I kind of think it's probably already too
late to do anything to... um... prevent it."
Dee looked at her daughter, astonished. "But Chance
just got back yesterday!"
Molly blushed and looked down. "I... um... I missed him
a lot Mom," she said.
Dee turned to her niece. "And what about you, little
missy?"
Megan had listened with intense interest to the
conversation. She had grown up a lot in the last couple
of days, cramming what most girls would only experience
in a year's time into those short hours. Her attitude
about things had changed immensely since she'd climbed
out of the car when they got to the ranch.
"I'm not sure how I feel," she answered truthfully. "I
know I love Bobby. And if I got pregnant I know I'd
love the baby. I don't think I WANT to get pregnant,
but the idea of BEING pregnant isn't as scary as I
thought it would be."
Dee shook her head. "I think you need to talk about
this with your father. I know your mother would have a
fit if something like that happened."
"I know," said Megan unhappily. She preferred to just
be happy and worry about the consequences later. Such
is the inexperience of youth.
About then Chance and Bobby sauntered into the kitchen,
not having any idea what had just been discussed
between the women. His mother looked at him and sighed
as she saw a handsome young man in the prime of his
life. There were probably a lot of girls out there who
might be tempted to have his baby. She still couldn't
get used to the idea, though, that one of them was his
sister. Her eyes went to Bobby and she saw the same
thing. He had an infectious grin and was just a good
kid.
She remembered that time, years back, when he'd burst
into the bathroom with his overflowing bladder while
she was stark naked. Tom's accident had only happened a
year or two before that, but she was still bemoaning
the loss of sexual companionship. The way he'd looked
at her then had made her pussy damp. She'd tried to
bluff her way through it and thought she'd been
successful. But she'd remembered his strong young penis
long after he'd gone back home. She could easily
understand a girl... or even a woman... lusting after
him.
She shook her head again and pushed the girls out of
the way to make breakfast herself. It helped to be
doing something while she thought about all the changes
that had entered her life recently.
It was because of her concern about Bobby and Megan
that she arranged for them to help her and Rudy do
various chores around the ranch while Chance and Molly
took care of the breeding chores that morning. That way
they would be chaperoned and it would give Rudy a
chance to talk to them about their taboo desires.
After breakfast, therefore, Molly and Chance found
themselves walking side by side toward the barns.
"Mom talked to me this morning," said Molly.
"Is she pissed off?" he asked.
"Not really," said Molly. "What would you feel like
if... if what we did got me pregnant?"
Chance was silent for so long that Molly got
butterflies in her stomach. Finally he said, "I'd be
really unhappy about it if it ruined your life," he
said.
"What if it didn't ruin my life?" she asked, not sure
exactly how he felt about the possibility of siring a
child on his own sister.
"I guess it would depend then on how much I got to be
around the baby," he said.
"If you knock me up don't expect me to put it up for
adoption!" she said with some heat.
He stopped and faced her. "That's not what I meant
Molly," he said. "If you get pregnant, that makes you
kind of like my wife in my mind. You can't marry me. So
some day you're going to go off and meet some guy and
marry him and have a family with him and then my son or
daughter will call somebody else their father. I'm not
sure I like that idea."
"What if I didn't go off and get married?" she asked,
looking into his eyes. "What if I stayed here and
worked the ranch?"
"Is that what you really want to do?" asked her
brother.
"I think so," she said. "I don't think that would be
such a horrible life. It's not a horrible life now."
She bit her lip. "But what about you?"
"I have to declare my major next semester," he said. "I
was thinking about animal husbandry. Or maybe vet med."
"We already have a vet in town," said Molly.
"Yes, we have Doc Hudson, but he's in his fifties. He
might want a partner one of these days," said Chance.
"Have you talked to him about that?" asked Molly.
"Well, I wasn't going to tell anybody about it. I'm not
sure that's what I want to do, but yes, he and I had a
discussion about it last summer. He was pretty excited
about the idea. He says he's got more to do than he
wants."
"So you might come back home after school?" she asked.
Chance looked at the woman he loved. "Yes, especially
if I had a son or daughter toddling around the place."
Molly realized there were tears in her eyes and she
crashed into her brother's arms. That embrace lasted a
long time while neither of them said anything. Then,
hand in hand they went to the barn to get the first
breeding pair done.
Perhaps because of that conversation, it only took two
pairs of horses before Molly was fairly jumping with
horniness. When Chance led the second stud to the mare
and let him loose, she watched as that long hard cock
entered the mare and felt her own pussy squelch. She
wanted some hugs and kisses.
She got them. Chance, being a male, was almost always
ready to go, and while they kissed he pressed his own
erection against his sister. They forgot about the
horses as they traded kisses and their hands roamed all
over each other's bodies.
There was noise from across the stall and they looked.
The stallion was mounting the mare again. "Watch them"
said Chance as he pulled Molly's ass into his erection.
He slid his hands up under her shirt, over her smooth
belly skin, to her naked breasts. He cupped them and
found her nipples with his finger tips. He squeezed her
nipples and she moaned, her hand darting between them
to feel his hard cock.
The stallion jumped, his hooves landing on the mare's
hindquarters. Chance's hands dropped to the fastening
of Molly's jeans and he unbuttoned them, then unzipped
them. He slid his hand between her legs and immediately
slicked a finger into her pussy as she writhed,
pressing back against him.
"I'm sooo hot!" she moaned.
"Take your pants off," he panted.
Molly kicked her tennis shoes off without untying them
and then reached down and pulled the legs of her jeans
off her feet. In the process she showed her naked butt
to Chance. He grabbed a horse blanket and draped it
over some hay bales and then pushed her onto it,
pressing her breasts into the blanket. He approached
from behind, just like a stallion and put his hands on
her naked hips. His cock hurt and he tore his own jeans
open, freeing it as he shoved them down to his knees.
Molly craned her neck. "Yessss put it in me Chance."
And she wiggled her ass at him, reaching her hands back
and pulling her ass cheeks open. He saw her pussy
opening and it was wet. He nosed his prick tip into her
slick pussy mouth and leaned forward, impaling her on
his tool in one lunge.
Both of them let out a groan of satisfaction. Molly
wormed one hand down to her pussy and began diddling
her clit as Chance started making long slow strokes,
his flesh slapping on her jiggling buttocks. Molly had
her first orgasm about thirty seconds later. She
started working on number two immediately and told
Chance that he was doing just wonderfully.
Seven minutes and three more orgasms later Chance gave
a long sigh and said "I can't wait any more Molly...
gonna cum!" He leaned into her, pinning her to the hay
bales, and the tip of his long, thick cock went off,
parked right next to his sister's cervix.
When it comes to a man's normal issue of semen, it
comes in varying strengths. Some writers (like me, for
instance) occasionally use silly terms like "man milk"
to describe or identify what comes out of a man's cock
during an ejaculation. If you were to take that idea to
extremes, it would work like this: Some men produce the
equivalent of skim milk, runny and almost clear. Then
you have your two and four percenters, whose sperm
count is respectably higher. Those guys you see with
six or seven kids and a wife who smiles all the time?
They shoot whole milk... vitamin D fortified milk, and
a woman who lies down with one of them had better want
her belly to bulge if she's not using protection.
Now some of that is genetic, but a lot of it depends on
diet and exercise, and the general health of a man.
Chance Brooks was in the prime of his life, healthy as
a bull in the prime of ITs life, with bulging muscles
and a body fat index of about seven percent. Chance
didn't produce four percent or even whole milk.
Chance's balls were filled to overflowing with raw
milk, straight from the cow, cream still in it, thick
and rich and just brimming with perky, interested sperm
cells just aching to fertilize something.
And when Chance's cock provided a conduit from his
balls to his sister's cervix, what gushed forth into
and through that cervix and into her womb was the most
potent stuff her womb could have hoped to suck up. That
womb happily slurped in as much as it could hold and
then gave a little squeeze, pushing it up the attached
fallopian tubes, to the egg that was carelessly
descending at the time.
That egg didn't have a chance... no pun intended. It
was punctured by a strong viable swimmer that burrowed
through the wall of the egg. That egg, for reasons
still not understood by modern science, determined that
it needed to split in a way that would create two
zygotes, each of which would become a fetus.
Not knowing he was already the father of twins, Chance
pushed harder and kept serving up his raw milk to his
sister who was shaking hard in the throes of her own
final teeth-gritting orgasm.
***
Meanwhile, in a storage shed on the other side of the
barn yard, Dee was busily sorting through old paint
cans and containers of herbicides and pesticides to
identify items that were past their expiration dates or
unusable. They would be loaded on the truck and taken
to the county disposal site for hazardous waste. She
was doing most of the work, and just handing things to
Megan, who carried them to the pickup. Rudy and Bobby
were putting nails in loose boards on the shed and
repairing a broken hinge on one of the doors.
"This might be a good time to talk to your father," she
suggested to Megan.
"I'm not sure I want to," said Megan, her voice low.
"You have to dear," said her aunt. "You want to act
like an adult. That has consequences and
responsibilities that go along with it. You can't have
one without the other."
It took a while, but finally Megan stopped with two
cans of paint in her hands, where her father was
drilling holes for the new hinge.
"Daddy?" she said.
"Yes?" he glanced at her.
"What are we going to do?" she asked, her voice tense
with worry. "About Bobby and me?"
Rudy had thought about that himself. The idea of his
daughter and son having sex was something he didn't
like. If someone would have asked him whether he'd
prefer that his daughter have sex with some other boy
or Bobby, he'd have said he didn't want her having sex
with ANY boy. If pressed, though, he'd have admitted
that if it HAD to happen, he'd prefer that it happened
with Bobby until she was old enough to have a decent
chance at being able to tell the good guys from the bad
ones.
"What are the chances that I could talk you out of
doing anything else with Bobby?" he tried.
"Not good Daddy," she said. "I won't lie to you about
that."
"Then we need to get you on the pill," he said gruffly.
"You're too young to be knocked up. And you don't need
to be knocked up by Bobby anyway."
Megan, who had expected an explosion of anger, and was
somewhat shocked by her father's relatively docile
response, took what she was offered.
"OK Daddy," She started to walk away but stopped.
"Thank you Daddy. This means a lot to me."
The tenor of her voice, and the emotion she couldn't
hide struck Rudy, the same way it strikes any father
when his baby girl comes home one day and announces
that she's in love. Normally, a father resists that
whole concept, regardless of the age of his daughter.
Most fathers don't believe the boy is good enough for
his daughter, whether he's met the boy or not.
But things were complicated by the fact that the boy,
in this case, was his son... who WAS good enough for
any girl. The recognition of that tone in her voice,
and his almost forced acceptance of the mate she'd
chosen because of who that mate was, made him react
differently than most fathers do when faced with that
situation.
He stopped doing what he was doing and turned to his
little girl. He hugged her and kissed her forehead.
"Sweetie, I think you're crazy. I think THIS is crazy.
And I have no idea in the world how I'm going to
explain this to your mother when we get home. She'll
probably have my balls for a snack. You just try to
control yourself until we can get you protected. I'll
figure out a way to live with that. OK?"
Megan hugged him fiercely. "I know this is strange for
you Daddy," she said. "It's strange for me too, but I
know how I feel, and I know how Bobby feels, and we
can't change that."
Bobby, who had been standing nearby with a nail in one
hand and a hammer in the other, listened, his stomach
tight. He too had a hard time believing that his father
was being so understanding about all this.
"Me too Dad," he said. "Thanks, I mean."
"YOU just shut up and fix those boards," said Rudy
gruffly. "I may have YOUR balls for a snack. That would
solve the problem too."
But Bobby knew the threat was empty. He knew his father
was posturing to save face.
When it was time to break for lunch they all headed for
the breeding pen to collect Chance and Molly. Megan ran
ahead, worried that her cousins might be unprepared for
visitors. She found them working on a fresh pair of
horses. Molly was breathing hard, but her motions with
the prepping were quick and sure.
"Your mom is on the way." said Megan. "It's time for
lunch."
"Good" said Molly. "We're ready for a break."
"I know how you feel," said Megan, watching the stud
mount the mare.
"That's not what I meant," said Molly giggling. "I
think I wore him out."
They watched as Chance captured the stallion after he
hopped down off the mare.
"He doesn't look worn out to me," whispered Megan.
"He'll get over it," said Molly grinning. "We only did
it twice. I'm going to have to change pants when we get
back to the house," she grinned.
During lunch Dee called the doctor in town and
explained what she needed for Megan. When she came back
to the table she sat down and looked at Megan and
Robby.
"The doctor has an opening day after tomorrow. Can you
two behave yourselves until then?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am," said Robby, trying to impress his father.
Rudy just snorted.
That afternoon Rudy and Dee took the breeding chores.
She pointed to the paint she had set aside on the back
of the pickup.
"How about Chance and Bobby use that up on the house,
while you girls go into town with the rest?" It was an
obvious attempt to keep the lovers apart while she and
Rudy were busy with the horses. It fell flat when all
four of the kids agreed with good humor. Sex wasn't the
only thing they thought about.
Dee lasted for four sets of horses before she dragged
Rudy into the same stall that Bobby and Megan had used
when they sated their passions. By now she had had time
enough to think about things that her long-suppressed
desire for more children had re-awakened. She welcomed
his heavy body pinning her to the hay, and the feel of
his hot seed blasting into her womb as she strained
against him. Her orgasm was as sweet as any she'd ever
had.
"Remind me to do something VERY nice for my sister,"
she panted as Rudy emptied his balls into her.
Rudy's reply, amidst the peak of his own orgasm, was
unintelligible.
Meanwhile, four gallons of paint was spread on two
sides of the farm house as the boys talked about sports
and ranching and girls.
And, thirty miles away, a twenty-two year old employee
of the Davis County Hazardous Waste Collection Point
ogled the two beautiful teenage girls who brought in a
pickup truck load of mixed chemicals that, according to
him, would take over an hour to process. During that
hour he stole looks at the girls unfettered breasts
that were under their shirts, and the swell of their
hips. The girls noticed his hot looks and giggled
between themselves, feeling desirable and sexy.
At lunch that day the kids were happy and excited. Rudy
looked tired. Dee was bright and cheerful, noting that
the breeding was going well, and that all the mating
pairs would be bred successfully in the month and a
half left if things kept going as they had thus far.
Bobby and Megan offered to take the afternoon breeding
duties, causing Dee to look at Rudy with a raised
eyebrow.
Rudy waved a hand. "I don't care. I need a nap."
Dee blushed, but no one seemed to notice. Chance said
vaguely that he had some things to do and welcomed
Molly's offer to help. By the time Dee had cleaned up
the refuse from lunch, both sets of kids were gone. She
went to make sure Rudy was comfortable. It was a good
thing the kids weren't in the house. Rudy's moans that
she was going to kill him might have drawn attention.
In the barn there was no pretense as Megan stated
flatly that she was going to start this breeding
session in a different manner and calmly began taking
her clothes off. The first "pair" bred that afternoon
were Bobby and Megan. Their lovemaking was somehow less
hurried and more tender as they lay straining against
each other, sharing kisses and touches.
Megan's orgasm was one of sweet surrender, rather than
an overwhelming emotional storm. When Bobby's turn came
he simply sagged down on his sister's soft body and
released his sperm. Their sedate actions weren't based
on anything like boredom. Rather, they had both come to
an understanding that this sharing of their love was
something that might not last much longer. Their aunt's
comment about the month and a half they had left before
they had to face their mother made them savor their
time together as something precious.
As any fertility expert will tell you, tension can
affect fertility. Perhaps because Megan was so relaxed
as her brother flushed her full of his teenaged sperm,
her cervix opened a little wider, or her womb accepted
a few more million of the wriggling little cells. Or
maybe Bobby's contentment at just being able to cum in
his sister made his testicles give an extra surge.
In any case, one of his sperm cells found the egg it
was seeking and, in a much more agitated way than the
boy who produced it, struggled, its tail wagging
frantically, as it hit the outside of the egg several
times. The egg, as if impressed by that sperm cell's
desire, surrendered like Megan had and let the tiny
cell inside. While Megan didn't know whether she wanted
to be a mother or not, her body knew, and the decision
was made for her.
Molly grabbed a quilt on the way out of the house and
carried it under her arm as she followed Chance.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"Us," she said simply.
"Oh really?" he commented.
She just smiled. "Yes, really."
They went to a low hilltop in a pasture that was twelve
inches deep in grass, and spread the blanket out.
Molly, loving the feel of the sun on her naked skin,
mounted her stallion and rode him to a breath-stealing
conclusion as he tried unsuccessfully to buck her off.
They lay in the sun, like broken, lifeless dolls on the
blanket, arms and legs akimbo, until Chance revived and
rolled on top of his sister, her long black hair fanned
out on the quilt. He assumed the dominant role this
time, pounding into her lustily as she moaned and
whined her way through two more orgasms. Neither of
them knew she was already bearing twins, but their
efforts made it look like they were trying hard to get
her in that condition.
Back in the house Dee, after getting her third pussy-
ful of Rudy's cum that day, melted against him, her
naked arm draped over him, and finally let him sleep.
She drifted off too.
In the barn, Megan found out that her instincts had
been correct. Having just had an orgasm, and with her
brother's sperm resting warmly in her womb, she was
able to work six sets of mating pairs before her lusts
were inflamed again. As they walked slowly toward the
house to get supper, she carried only one additional
serving of her lover's sexual essence in her already
pregnant abdomen.
***
At supper, Dee expressed her amazement that Megan and
Bobby had managed to get six pairs of horses bred.
"That's wonderful," she said animatedly. The nap had
done both Rudy and her a lot of good. "You're getting
better at this."
Megan, getting used to the idea that she was a sexual
being and that everyone at the table knew that, was
more forthcoming than she might have been otherwise.
"We figured out the secret to it," she said.
"Oh?" asked their Aunt as she passed a bowl of green
beans.
"Yes," said Megan, buttering a roll. "You just take
care of all those urges before you start and then you
don't have to stop in-between."
Her announcement was met with silence as everybody at
the table looked at her in wonder.
"Really," she said, unconcerned. She took a bite of her
roll. "It really worked."
"I thought you two were going to behave yourselves
until we got to the doctor," said Dee.
"Yeah!" said Rudy. "That's what I thought too."
"Well, I'm tired of being horny all the time," said
Megan. "And it worked, so don't try to make me feel
bad!" She went on eating.
In fact, her announcement of her discovery of a "fix"
to the problems that handling horse cocks caused
settled into the minds of the others at the table. In
the remaining month and a half of the breeding season,
that "fix" became the norm. Each couple, as they
started their morning or afternoon of breeding duty,
sated their lust and THEN began to get the horses to do
the same thing.
Things went so smoothly that there were days when no
breeding was required at all, and they got to relax.
They went to a concert, and fishing several times as a
group. By the time the Tanners only had a week left
before they went back to city life, the six people had
merged into a family with ties that would never break.
The result was that everything got done as it had in
years past, even though the people doing it were all,
more or less, amateurs.
On the last night before Rudy would take his children
home, the crescent moon rose over the ranch, shining
down on it with a ghostly pale light. There were, at
that moment, sixty-four females on that ranch... sixty
mares... and four humans.
All of them were pregnant.
It had been a very successful breeding season on the
Rocking R Ranch.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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