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It was the summer of 1988 and my sister Jane was going through a nasty acrimonious divorce. Well Jane is actually my half sister as my mother remarried after her divorce. Still half sister or not Jane and I had always been close. In 1988, Jane had been 40 and I was 27.

Jane had called me in late May and poured out her sad tale of woe. Her husband had cheated on her and she had caught him. They were in divorce proceeding and Jane’s husband was fighting her tooth and nail on every issue.

At last, Jane pleaded with me. “Karen can you take Brad for the summer? Brad is all upset with his father and at almost 19, he is prone to doing rash things. Brad starts college in the fall and my divorce should be final by then. I’ve got to get him away from his father before something really bad happens.”

Well I could hardly refuse Jane’s request. When my mother and father retired to Florida and gave me their small horse-breeding ranch Jane had made no fuss and was glad the ranch would remain in family hands.

I lived alone and had never married or even had much to do with men. I’d seen to many women taken advantage of by men and the pain and torment that went with a broken love. However, I liked Bard he was quite and handsome like his father. I hadn’t see Brad in over two years and couldn’t understand how Jane thought he might do something to his father. Still a boy’s love for his mother can be a potent thing. I agreed to take Brad in for the summer and Jane had been effusive in her thanks.

When I picked Brad up at the airport, I got a shock. Brad was now a young man and had filled out and bulked up. He was well over 6’ tall and must have weighted over 200 pounds. He was still the handsome blue-eyed blonde I remembered, but he seemed sullen and angry.

On the drive back to the ranch, I gently prodded Brad to let out his anger. “Brad its Ok to be angry, but you’ll make yourself sick if you keep it all inside you.”

Brad looked at me and in a rush all his pent up anger exploded into the confines of my Jeep. “THAT SON-OF-BITCH CHEATED ON MOM! MOM DIDN’T DESERVE THAT AND NOW HE’S TRYING TO CHEAT HER ON THE DIVORCE. MOM WAS RIGHT TO GET ME OUT OF THERE. I FEEL LIKE KILLING THE BASTARD! I DON’T CARE IF HE IS MY FATHER!” Then in a milder voice, he apologized to me. “Sorry Aunt Karen didn’t mean to shout, but I’m so damned mad!”

Brad took after my mothers people in size and now I saw in temperament as well. “It’s OK Brad to be angry, but you must not let it eat you up inside.”

Brad leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and rubbed the back of my neck. It was only a nephew’s kiss for a well-liked aunt and the neck rub was something he had done since he was a child. Then why did I feel a thrill of lust spear into my belly at the warm contact of Brad’s lips and hand?

The rest of the way to the ranch Brad told me in detail of his father’s treachery and meanness. I on the other hand was feeling guilty for the rush of lust inside me for my own nephew.

It had been years since I’d been with a man. In fact, the last time had been when I was 20. Seven years without a man and I hadn’t missed it. Then out of the blue I was turned on by my nephew.

Brad seemed to change back into the way I remembered him once he got settled into ranch life. He worked with the horses and mucked out the stables without complaint. It was fun having someone else in the house with me after so long being alone. I had been alone so long I never realized I was lonely.

I had one premier stallion in those days who performed stud service. I got top dollar for his efforts and I always used live cover. I figured if a mare was going to be bred, she had the right to have a real stallion do the job. Some horse owners balked at live cover, as they feared a stallion might injury their mare. Those people had a choice live cover or go some place else. I had never had one of my stallions injury a mare in the breeding process and I still haven’t.

Two weeks after Brad arrived a fellow dropped off a mare and Brad and I were watching my stallion make his seduction. He made small head bobs and rubbed his muzzle on the mares muzzle. Then neck rubbing while he made deep baritone grunts.

The mare made tiny hoof stomps and twitched her ears. That particular mare seemed to find my stallion a good choice and turned her rear toward him. She twitched her tail aside and looked back over her shoulder at the stallion.

The stallion sniffed the mares sex and made his usual deep ‘huffing sounds’. He always made those sounds before he mounted a mare. I always figured he liked the smell of a mare in estrus.

Bard was standing near me wearing only a pair of cut off jeans and Western boots. For some reason I could really smell him. He had been working in the barn and the summer of 1988 was a hot one. He was sweating and I could see beads of sweat running down his bare belly. He didn’t smell dirty or gross. He smelled good and in some way exciting in the sexual sense.

I found myself looking at the crotch of his cut offs and wondering how big his cock was. I knew it was wrong to have sexual thoughts about my nephew and he was so much younger than me.

I noticed in a distracted way that my stallion had mounted the mare and was pumping his long thick cock inside her sex. Then I could smell horse sex and hear the noises the mating horses made. Lord I was hot and not hot from the temperature. My own sex felt moist and a deep gnawing began in my lower belly.

I was staring at Brad and imaging him taking me like the stallion was taking the mare. Brad turned and said in joking tone. “You’re right Aunt Karen the mare does seem to be enjoying the action.”

Brad saw me staring at him and something like understanding flashed in his eyes. Then in a soft voice he asked, “You OK Aunt Karen? You look sort of pale.”

I had to get away from Brad right then before I made a fool of myself. I whirled and called over my shoulder. “I’m going to shower and then make supper. Keep an eye on the horses until the stallion gets tired and then you can shower and we’ll eat.”

I rushed inside and stripped off my clothes as I headed for the shower. I ran the shower so cold that goose bumps covered my skin and I gasped from the frigid water. The shower didn’t help a damn bit! As I dried off the towel rubbed my nipples, belly, and ass. By the time I was dry I even hornier than I had been before the shower.

I looked at my naked body in my dressing table mirror. I saw a woman in her late 20’s with tiny wind and sun lines around her eyes and my blue eyes looked clouded. My 35 D-cup boobs were still high and tight on my chest. My waist nipped in and was flat and smooth. My ass was still tight and has no trace of stretch marks. My pubic hair was a wild tangle of light brown hair, as I hadn’t trimmed it in years.

I wondered if a young man would find me attractive and want me. Shaking my head, I threw on a robe and went into the kitchen and just sat at the kitchen table. I didn’t feel like making supper. I was hungry, but not for food. All I could think about was sex! I wanted sex like I’d never wanted it before. Worse, I wanted sex with my own nephew.

I heard the shower running and knew Brad was cleaning up. A few minutes later, he came into the kitchen toweling his hair and wearing only a pair of running shorts. I could see the lump of his genitals bulging out the crotch of his shorts and quickly turned away.

Brad stepped up behind me and began to massage my neck and shoulders like he had done when he was a child. Brad muttered to me, “You seem all tensed up Aunt Karen. Did I do something to make you mad?”

Brad had my robe pulled back so his strong hands kneaded my bare neck and shoulders. His touch was making my heart skip beats, but I managed to say, “No I’m OK just to much sun I think. Ohh that feels so good Brad, you have strong hands.” I hadn’t meant to say the last part, but I was losing control fast.

I’ll never know exactly when Brad’s hands went under the front of my robe and began to massage my breasts and pull gently on my erect nipples. Suddenly I looked up at Brad and he kissed me on the lips. It was no ‘aunt kiss’ it was the kiss of a lover to his love.

Brad’s tongue dueled with mine and when he finally broke the kiss, I was panting for breath. I saw that my robe was completely open in front and Brad could see my bare belly and nest of pubic hair. I made a half hearted attempt to stop what I knew was going to happen.

“Brad we can’t do this its incest! I’m your aunt and much to old for you! Your mother would have a fit if she knew!”

“I’ve wanted you since I was 12 or so. I used to dream about you Karen. As for mom I guess we won’t tell her will we?”

I noticed Brad didn’t say ‘Aunt Karen’ just Karen. That made me happy as he felt more like lover and not my nephew. Only Brad could have stopped what happened, as I had no wish to stop.

Brad drew me to my feet and swept me up in his arms without visible effort. As he carried me to my bedroom his mouth found my nipples and my arms went around his neck holding him tight.

In my bedroom, my robe was tossed aside as I pulled Brad’s shorts off his hips. They say a woman never forgets her first lover. I can’t remember whom I gave my virginity to, but I remember my first look at Brad’s cock. Huge is the only word to describe Brad’s cock. He was a good 10” long and very thick. His balls were large and tight in their sack.

Brad eased me back on the bed and I shook my head no. “From behind Brad, take me from behind like my stallion took the mare. Hurry please hurry Brad I need your cock in my cunt!” I never talked like that to any male before, not even in bed when I was younger.

I rolled over on my belly and raised my hips while spreading my knees. Waggling my ass at Brad like a slut in a porn film, I urged him to hurry. “In me honey stick that big cock in my belly and ride me hard!”

Brad was up to the task before him and used his fingers to spread my pussy fur before unsealing my slit with a forefinger. As the head of his broad cock nuzzled into the pocket of my open cunt, I held my breath waiting for the penetration.

When Brad began to ease his manhood into my cunt tube my fingers clenched into the bedspread. A tiny bit of pain as my long unused passage was speared open by his rampant organ. A tiny pain and overwhelming pleasure. Brad jogged his cock deeper and deeper into my lust filled belly as I pushed back with my hips. I’d never had anything that big in my puss before, but I was determined to have Brad in me right up to his nut sack.

Soon Brad’s cock was pushing on my cervix. But I knew there was more of him not inside me. Another twinge of pain deep in my belly and something inside me shifted or was pushed aside. The last of Brad’s cock slid smoothly inside my pulsing sex tube.

Brad leaned over my back and whispered in my ear. “You OK Karen? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Full I’m so full! You’re deeper than any man has ever been inside me. Be my stallion Brad, ride my hard and make me come!”

Brad wasted no time in beginning to ream out my cunt. He held my hips in his strong hands as his cock slowly pumped in and out of me. Long full strokes that went from my cunt opening all the way to my cervix and beyond. My own hips were wiggling and moving back as I gloried in being ridden by a big strong stud.

I urged Brad to greater efforts using gutter language I never used around a man or even in bed. “FUCK ME HARD BRAD, I WON’T BREAK! USE ME LIKE A MARE IN HEAT! MAKE ME COME AND SHOOT MY BELLY FULL OF YOUR HOT SPERM!”

Later I would remember what I said and realize that I was asking Brad to breed me. We were using no precautions as I had long ago stopped taking the pill and Brad was not wearing a condom.

Brad did speed up his pumping action until his groin was making rapid ‘smack, smack, smack’ sound against my bare ass on each deep in thrust. Brad was groaning in pleasure and beginning to pant a little as he bent over my sweating back and holding my bouncing boobs with one hand he dug the other hand into the front of my pussy and found my swelled clit.

“UNNN GOD YOU’RE HOT INSIDE! YOUR CUNT IS BURNING MY COCK! AHHHHH WON’T LAST LONG KAREN GONNA BLOW MY NUTS IN YOU REAL QUICK!”

I managed to shout back as my insides convulsed in a mind numbing orgasm that was like nothing I’d ever experienced. “DO IT BRAD CUM INSIDE ME! OHHH SHIT I’M COMING BRAD!”

My hips twitched, my belly cramped and my clit seemed to explode as Brad’s thick member pummeled my guts to jelly. I could feel Brad’s thick prick swell inside my pulsing cunt as he gave one more deep lunge. “CUMMING KAREN, CUMMING IN YOUR SWEET CUNT!”

Hot sperm raced up the underside of Brad’s cock and zapped the opening in my cervix. Spurt after spurt of seed raced into my belly and my toes and fingers curled in pure pleasure. Brad had a massive load of sperm to fertilized my heaving belly with and I gloried in the feeling. In the deep recesses of my mind, I knew it was wrong, that we were committing incest and incest between aunt and nephew.

Brad and I rested after our first coupling and I knew then I’d never be able to stop. Not only was I in lust for Brad, but in love as well and not an aunt’s love, but the love that is reserved for lovers.

We never did get supper that day. I used my mouth to get Brad up again. (Not that it took much to revive his thick member.) We made love in every position I’d ever seen or heard of. When we got to messy and sweaty we showered together and I let Brad take me in the ass. I had only done that once before when I was younger and wanted to see what it was like. It hurt as he opened my anus and surged up into my hot guts, but I soon was in orgasm again.

Weeks passed and Brad and I were lovers of the old style. We did it anywhere and everywhere the mood struck us. In the barn, in the fields, in the kitchen, in the bathroom and so on. I couldn’t get enough of Brad and it seemed he could not keep his hands off me.

I knew in July that I was with child. My period was late and I began to feel queasy in the morning. I hid this from Bard until he caught me throwing up one morning in the toilet. He questioned me closely and pressed me to tell him what was wrong. Finally I sobbed out, “Bard I’m pregnant! We made a baby inside me I know we did!” I began to cry as I thought that Brad would be angry and want nothing to do with me knowing that I was with child.

Brad dried my tears and kissed me lightly on the lips and then said, “Karen I love you and I’m glad you’re having our baby.” We made love again right then and there and I was happy and sad at the same time.

A trip to the doctor confirmed that I was carrying Brad’s child and more weeks passed. I was happy that Brad loved me, but I knew he was going to be leaving at the end of August for college. He’s meet some cute young coed and forget all about me.

Then in late August, I came into the den just as Brad was ending a phone conversation. He looked up at me with a huge grin as he filled me in on what he had been up to. “I’ve transferred my college plans to the local state school. Had no problem as I have very good grades. I called mom and told her I was staying here with you. That I never wanted to see my father again and she would have to come out here to see me. She’s waiting for you to call her about this. She’s glad I’m staying as the divorce is still dragging out and she’s at her wits end.”

I was astonished to say the least and worried as well. “Brad you didn’t tell her what we have been doing did you? And did you tell her I was expecting a child?”

“Of course I didn’t tell her! You’ll have to make up some story about how you got pregnant.”

It all turned out to be real simple. Jane had bought the story of a one-night stand with a guy and broken condom. When she realized I wasn’t upset about being knocked up her voice took on a suspicious tone, but she soon was excited as I was. She was real glad that Brad was staying with me and would be out to see us when she finally got the divorce worked out.

I had a beautiful baby boy before Jane finally came to see me. I watched her eyes as she looked from her sister to her son to her nephew. I’m sure I saw a flash of insight in her eyes and I knew that she knew who the father was.

Brad has given me two more children since then a girl and another boy. Jane remarked that the I sure had a lot of lovers that broke condoms. I know she knows and so does Brad, but she has never said anything. In fact, she seems pleased that Brad is so settled now.

Brad and I still live together and are still in love and lust. What we are doing may be a sin, but we sure are happy sinners.