Bobby is sent by his parents to his Uncle's Montana farm to "straighten him out". It's hard work, but it's his Aunt who "straightens" him out. Part of him anyway. It's a pretty strange family and Bobby's exposed to some pretty strange things. And I do mean exposed! 

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   Family Boot Camp

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Chapter one

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

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

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

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

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

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

   And it was the silence that got to him first.  He realized he was
straining to hear something, but that it wasn't working.  He clapped his
hands and felt relief flood through him as he realized he wasn't deaf. 
Then he noticed how the bare wooden boards of the floor made sounds as he
walked on them in his sneakers.  When he opened the door he heard the wind.
Fascinated by sounds he would normally have ignored completely, Bobby stood
as still as he could and just listened.  He heard clicks and creaks and
tiny sounds that he couldn't identify.  It was really quite fascinating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Before she put it in gear she grabbed a bottle of Coppertone, squirted a
pool in one hand, rubbed both hands together and then rubbed her hands all
over her upper chest, arms, shoulders stomach and thighs.  At the very
last, to his amazement, she pulled the little triangles away from her
nipples and slid a hand across each breast, getting the nipple oily.  She
grinned and said "This is the only chance I get to sunbathe.  But sometimes
the wind tears my top off.  Can't take chances about burning the sensitive
parts, you know." Then she slammed the car in gear and popped the clutch,
raising another cloud of dust.  This one she left behind.  A mile of dusty
road later they hit blacktop.

   She drove a hundred and twenty miles per hour.  He knew she was going
that fast because he snuck a look at the speedometer.  Bobby, white
knuckled, had never been through anything like it in his young life.  He
stole a glance at her too.  She had a big grin on her face.  Her hat sat
there like it was glued on.  With a swallow to try to regain his normal
look of casual unconcern he noticed her nipples were pushing the yellow
cloth away from her breasts at least an inch.  Those nipples had to be
huge, and she obviuosly got a sexual thrill out of driving that fast.  What
seemed like five minutes, but was, in reality, 40 miles passed and she
suddenly decellerated to a lower speed.  It looked like he could open the
door and step out, running a little to keep from falling.  This time when
he glanced at teh speedometer he saw it was pegged on 50.

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

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

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

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

   This time the car rolled to a stop gently and Aunt Jenny got out.  She
reached into the back seat and grabbed a suitcase.  "Come on Mr Charmer. 
Let's get you inside and moved in before Johnny sees you.  He promised your
dad he'd make your life miserable for the first week or so, and he's a man
of his word.  Just do whatever he tells you and keep a stiff upper lip for
a while and he'll forget all about it.  He's really a nice guy under that
gruff exterior.  She bent over to rough up the ears of one of the dogs and
those fabulous breasts hung down, stetching the suit.  The other dog came
and sniffed Bobby's leg.  The only dogs Bobby had ever been around were
mean ones and he was scared, so he stood stiffly.

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

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

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

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

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

almost white and as darkly tanned as their mother.  Both had the same
startling blue eyes and high cheekbones as their mother too.  One was
wearing a pair of overalls that had the legs cut off, making them into a
kind of shorts, under which there appeared to be a tank top of some kind.
The other had on jeans and a halter top.  The halter top had nice big
breasts in it, also like her mom's.  He couldn't tell about the one in the
overalls, but he assumed she was the same.  Both had on tennis shoes.  They
looked about fifteen and were obviously twins.  "Hi" he said tentatively.

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

   He turned around and went back to hanging up clothes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Don't worry.  She can't tell him what you said unless she says it too.
Then she'll get her bottom spanked too.  She knows that.  She's just ... 
messing with you.  I'm Cindy." She was looking at his games, spread out on
the bed.  "Oh, you have Jungle Fighter!  I LOVE that game.  Sometime we'll
have to play together."

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

   Bobby was glad his Aunt had clued him in to what was happening.  It was
almost comical how mean Uncle John tried to be, growling and talking about
how they didn't 'abide' lazy people around these parts and all kinds of
things like that.  He used lots of words like 'abide' and 'folks'.  But,
much to Bobby's surprise, all the things Uncle John came up with for him to
do were fun.  Or at least interesting.  And since Bobby didn't know how to
do ANY of them, his Uncle had to work with him, which effectively knocked
out the work quite quickly.  They moved from one chore on to many others,
feeding animals, herding them from one place to another, fixing a huge flat
tractor tire, moving bales of hay.  Bobby was strong and smart, and nothing
that was asked of him really taxed him much.  The hardest part of the whole
thing was his pants.  He soon figured out that sagging didn't work very
well when you were trying to do farm work.  He pulled them up a little, and
tightened his belt to keep them there.  He was too stubborn to pull them up
and wear them 'normally'.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The 'work' for that evening turned out to be riding fences, looking for
breaks or sagging wires.  Bobby had never ridden a horse before, and the
one his Uncle had saddled for him looked like it was a big as a building.
But John had given him the oldest mare in the stable, and the biggest
problem with her was keeping her moving at all.  So it was that Bobby, once
he got used to the bouncing rhythm of her gait, found that he really liked
seeing the world from seven or eight feet off the ground.  By the time they
got back, though, the insides of his thighs were rubbed raw and he was in
pretty intense pain from having his legs spread for so long.

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

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

   Until he tried walking.

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

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

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

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

   Bobby explored until he found another bedroom.  Aunt Jenny was sitting
at a vanity table with a big mirror on the wall in front of her.  She was
brushing her hair.  She was dressed in an outfit that looked just like the
one worn by Miss September in Playboy last fall.  It was white, and
consisted of panties, a bra and a whispy jacket that you could see through.
You could almost see through the bra too.  He wanted to look at the panties
more than anything, but controlled the urge.  She smiled, and when she
found out what he wanted showed him the master bath on the other side of
the room.  It was huge, with a shower that would hold four or five people,
a big whirpool tub, a counter with four sinks and one whole wall covered
with a long mirror.

   "We only have the one shower" explained his Aunt.  "So we all share it.
We aren't all that modest in this family." She grinned, looking down at her
lingerie.  "But I'm sure you've already noticed that." She gave him a towel
and showed him how to use the controls on the shower.  It had jets of water
that came out of the walls and ceiling.  Being in it was like standing in a
driving rain.  At least the place had a door.  He stripped down and stood
in the water for a while.  When he got out he looked at his thighs.  He
couldn't see any blisters, but they sure hurt like fire.

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

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

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

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

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

   Then she touched him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Her hand pulled on the pillow.

   He held it tighter.

   Aunt Jenny looked at his hands and Bobby gripped the pillow tighter
still.  "Bobby, let me have the pillow." she said calmly.

   "I don't want to" he whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   His Aunt let go of his weepy cock, leaned over, and kissed him on the
lips.  "Good night, tiger" she said.  "I think that's probably enough for
tonight.  The girls should be safe until tomorrow."

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

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

   CHAPTER TWO

   He slept like the dead the rest of the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   He turned toward the door.

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

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

   "Did you sleep OK?" asked his aunt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Amber and Cindy bustled into the kitchen animatedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   You'd be wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

   "Thank you" he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   His cock ballooned to full boner.

   She took him to his bedroom, and it was there she took off her 'wet'
shorts.  Dressed just in panties she was so beautiful it made Bobby's chest
hurt.  She lay him down on the bed, and without a word she began to rub the
balm into his sore muscles.  She worked his arms and shoulders, and then
pressed hard on his chest muscles.  Every place she touched screamed until
the balm took the pain away.  She worked between his legs, where the angry
red skin felt so hot and the balm cooled that too.  She began to stroke his
body with a feather light touch, dragging her fingertips here ...  and
there ...  languidly.

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

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

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

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

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

   She raised an eyebrow, obviously in question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Aunt Jenny!" he gasped.

   She dragged her sucking lips up and off of it and looked at his face. 
"Yes Bobby?" He was breathing like he'd just run a mile fast.  "I was about
to ...  you know..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She rocked again.

   "And he forgot." she said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "AMBER!" yelled Jenny.

   CHAPTER THREE

   "SHIT!" yelled Bobby.

   "STOP HER" yelled Jenny.

   His lethargy vanished as adrenaline took its place and Bobby leapt up
off of his aunt.  Within seconds he was at the door.  Amber was only
halfway down the long narrow staircase.  Bobby jumped a third of the
distance as Amber heard him behind her and screamed.  He jumped another
third and then jumped one last time, landing right behind the screaming
girl.  His hands hooked into the back of her shirt and he heard it rip as
she pulled against him.  He let go and lunged, tackling her around the
waist.  They tumbled to the floor as she fought back, kicking and
screaming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The change in Amber's behavior was startling.  First she froze
completely, then she went limp.  Her lower lip trembled and her eyes filled
up with tears.  Bobby was staring at the tears, smelling her not unpleasant
breath when she went "Bawwww" and began sobbing uncontrollably. 
Instinctively he let her go and rolled off of her.  She lay limply on the
floor, crying her eyes out.  Her mother just stood over her, arms folded
under those fabulous breasts.  Even as strange as the situation was, Bobby
couldn't help but begin to get stiff again, sitting there, looking at his
gorgeous aunt.  He surreptitiously dropped his hands to his lap.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Who says?" asked her mother.

   Bobby's head jerked as he looked at her.

   "What?" asked Amber.

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

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

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

   "What?" asked Amber again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The story came out in bits and pieces.  Aunt Jenny wanted to get
pregnant, but Uncle John wasn't giving her sex when she was the most ripe,
and she couldn't seem to catch.  Then, when she realized he was giving his
semen to their daughter, she knew why it was so hard for her to get him to
pay attention to her.  She knew John well enough to know he wouldn't use a
condom - he hated them with a passion.  She was pissed off about it at
first, but knew that if she blew her stack the family would fall apart.  So
she decided that she could raise her grandchildren just as easily as she
could raise her own.  She knew that Amber would get pregnant sooner or
later, having unprotected sex with her father.

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

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

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

   "Amber, do you love your father?"

   Amber looked shocked and said "Yes mommy!"

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

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

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

   "I don't understand" said Amber.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "What about Cindy?" asked Amber.

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

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

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

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

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

   The door slammed and Jenny turned back to Bobby.  She held out a hand
and laughed as his stiff prick was exposed when he reached up to let her
pull him up.  Then she looked him in the eyes and kissed him on the lips.
It was a soft long kiss, gentle and slow.

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

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

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

   After supper Bobby overheard Uncle John admitting to his wife that even
with the help of both girls they hadn't put up as much hay in the afternoon
as he and Bobby had in the morning.  Aunt Jenny chided him, saying that he
was working his nephew too hard, and that it wouldn't help if the boy hated
them all.  It made him feel good to hear his uncle admit that he seemed
like a good kid, and knew how to work.  Bobby's heart went into overdrive
as he heard Aunt Jenny say "He IS a good worker.  I had him take care of
something for me today and he did a VERY good job."

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

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

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

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

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


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

   Their fuck sessions were always hot and sometimes violent.  They were
also inventive.  On one hot sunny afternoon Jenny claimed Bobby as her
ride-along for a trip to town.  They took the Mustang and, a mile from
home, she stopped.  She was wearing the yellow bikini under her clothing.
It was Bobby who got to rub the Coppertone all over her this time,
including her breasts, and she left the top off while they drove on back
roads, in a roundabout way that took them almost two hours to make the 40
minute drive to town.  She stopped to get dressed and ended up spread on
the trunk of the car while Bobby powered his rampant teen prick deep in her
pussy.

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

   It was about a week after that that he was harvesting tomatoes in the
garden with Cindy.  She had been uncharacteristically quiet, not saying
much to him at all.  Finally she put her basket down and stood, crossing
her arms under her breasts.  Bobby loved looking at her breasts.  They were
almost as big as her mother's and she hardly ever wore a bra under the
cotton button down shirts she liked to wear.  As a result he got to see a
lot of titty bobbing going on.  He didn't mind, because he was usually able
to get it out of his system by pumping her mother full of his hormone
induced sperm.

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

   He looked up.  "Yeah?"

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

   "OK."

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

   "Sure." He was curious now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Can you keep a secret?" asked Cindy.

   "Sure."

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

   "I said OK."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Wow!" she said.  "Thanks."

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

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

   "Oh" said Bobby.  "Wow."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   *******************************

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

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

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

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

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

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

   **************************************

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

   It turned out canning was a lot of work.  Bobby had never done it before
and knew nothing about it, but he learned quickly.  His aunt placed jars
full of tomatoes in a big pot of boiling water and then, by some process he
didn't understand waited for a while and then put lids on them.  His job
was to take the jars out of the big water once the tops had been put on. 
He had to be ready at an instant's notice, because as soon as he took the
finished jars out, Jenny was putting new ones in.  Cindy's job was to cut
up and fill the jars.  There were also heaps of green beans that had been
prepared and needed to be canned too.  It was hot work, being in the
kitchen with all that boiling water and steam.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Let me GO!" she panted.

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

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

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

   But his question hit her like a bomb.

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

   Bobby, for some reason he couldn't explain, pulled with his hands and
she slowly came toward him.  Then her arms were around him and she was
sobbing in his neck.  He didn't understand why, but he just held her,
patting her back awkwardly.  "Hey, it'll be OK" he said, not knowing what
else to say.

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

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

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

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

   Bobby wondered if he would ever understand women.

   CHAPTER FOUR

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

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

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

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

   Nothing.

   Dead silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Oh shit." said Uncle John.

   Amber reflexively said "Watch your mouth Daddy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Oh shit." he repeated.

   For some reason no one corrected his language this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Oh shit" said Bobby

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

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

   Things pretty well degenerated into a shouting match after that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "What are you doing Cindy?" he hissed.

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

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

   Bobby felt his prick rise to full mast.

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

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

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

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

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

   "Cindy ..." he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Oh yes ...  please" she begged.

   "It will hurt" he said softly.

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

   Bobby lifted himself up enough to let her grab his prick again, and she
slotted it in her pussy.  This time when he pushed he felt it lodge tightly
and she flinched as her hymen was stretched.  Instead of pushing on in, he
dropped his head and captured one of her nipples.  He sucked gently,
chewing lightly and playing with it as much as sucking it.  Her mother
loved that and she did too.  He prodded her opening with his prick, not
really pushing hard, but letting her tightness stop his entry.  When he'd
teased Aunt Jenny this way she became an animal, begging for penetration
and taking over if she didn't get it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Bobby?" gasped Cindy.

   "Yeah" he gasped back.'

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

   "What?!" he said incredulously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ************************************************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Dear Jack,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   As always, our regards to you and Marjorie,

   Your Brother, John"

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






   
