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

   Codes: MF mf ff 1st teen cons caution reluc inc bro sis cous in-law het
cheat voy oral mastrb pett preg

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

   Pussy lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   It had made for some interesting "punishment".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

   And he thought about why they were there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   But it's an awfully erotic thing to watch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Sah-reeeee" she singsonged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   He'd never forget what he saw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Megan actually got to her apex first, because she was already primed to
feel that luscious pain again.  And it was obvious to Bobby when she had
her orgasm.  She crouched and her hand took on a jerky non-rhythm, with a
jerk, and then a pause and then another jerk and then a pause and Bobby
recognized that non-rhythm.  It was the same non-rhythm he used on his
prick as it began to spurt long ropes of thick white cum.  Bobby bent
slightly backward as his prick fired again and again, his hand matching
Megan's little jerks.  Her face was a rictus of pleasure as she watched her
brother's cum flying through the air.  She gasped and had to take a step as
she leaned too far and lost her balance.

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

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

   Megan's head finally rose, and the look in her eye was something Bobby
had never seen.  There was love there, but it was a different kind of love,
and it thrilled him to the bone.  He couldn't help kissing her lips.  Megan
saw him coming and, though she hadn't planned on touching her brother, that
kiss was so welcome that she opened her lips to him.  Their lips were soft
and spongy as they met and before long their arms were around each other.
Bobby's cock nestled between Megan's legs, kissing her pussy too, and Megan
thought about what Bobby had said.  The horse's huge penis was made to go
in the mares.  And the smaller penis pressing against her pussy was made to
go inside a girl.

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

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

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

   CHAPTER TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   It was a classic case of premature ejaculation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   It took them five more minutes to rouse themselves.  The reality of what
had happened began to manifest itself, and the danger of discovery
impressed itself on them.  Both stared at her recently fucked pussy lips,
which ran with sticky white sperm.  Silently they got up and dressed.  That
silence built until Megan couldn't stand it any more.

   She turned to Bobby.  "I'm not sorry it happened!" she said loudly.  She
was afraid.  She couldn't have put details to that fear, but it showed in
her face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "What'd he do?" asked Molly.

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

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

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

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

   "How strange?" asked Molly.

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

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

   She made a decision.

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

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

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

   Megan's mouth opened wide and then snapped shut.  She stood up and, for
a second, Molly thought she'd made a terrible mistake.  But then she was
almost knocked over as Megan hugged her.

   "Ohhh thank you Molly, thank you so much.  I thought we did something
horrible." cried Megan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "What do you suppose THAT was?" she asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   CHAPTER THREE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Thank you." she whispered.

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

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

   In ten minutes all three teens were asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "You're kidding." said Bobby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Molly was very excited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Huh?" she responded.

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

   "Uh ...  yeah." she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Human semen, anyway.

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

   When she got hit she was so surprised she leaned back on that little
three legged stool, and horse goo splashed just every-fucking-where.  I
mean it was like there was somebody under there with one of those
'Super-Jumbo-two-gallon-backpack-mounted-summertime-for use only in the
pool-squirt-cannons' and they had just water-cannoned her but good.  She
was soaked.  It hit her right about at the top button of her blouse, but it
got her face, her hair, her blouse, her arms and the legs of Rudy's jeans
just soaked.  She spluttered and her arms waved and she fell backwards off
the stool onto the hay, like she was having a seizure or something and the
horse - and Rudy would swear to his dying day this was true - the horse let
out a big long sigh, stepped to the left, and relaxed all of a sudden.

   That put the horse right over Dee when round two rocketed out.  Rudy saw
it sort of drift on the wind for a split second, a long thumb-thick line of
that watery looking fluid that hung, suspended above his sister-in-law, who
was lying on her back on the hay, her jeans-clad legs spread and up off the
ground, like she was waiting for her lover but had forgotten to take off
her pants.  Then it descended and the crotch of those jeans turned dark as
they were soaked too.  In a line from crotch to chin that second shot
splashed on her already wet body.  It was eerily quiet.  Dee went as limp
as a sock full of marbles.  Rudy looked down at his semen-splattered legs.
He pushed the stallion back to the right and bent over Dee to see if she
was OK.  Her eyes opened and she looked at him, upside down.

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

   "Are you OK?" Rudy asked.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Dee stopped, and let go of him and, for a few seconds, Rudy thought
she'd gotten control of herself and was going to break it off.  But,
instead, she pushed his jeans down further.  "Kick your shoes off." she
ordered, and when he did he lifted a foot so she could get the leg off of
it.  Then the other one and suddenly he was standing dressed only in socks.
He leaned over and pulled them off as she stood up.  Her bush was right in
front of his face, and he looked at it longingly.  When he stood up Dee was
staring at him, hot-eyed.  Then she tugged him toward the flowing water. 
She grabbed a bar of soap and pressed it to his chest, rubbing it in a
circle over his hard pecks.  She was humming again.  Her hair was wet now,
and it hung down in strings across her face.  Rudy reached up and pushed
her wet hair off of her cheek, and her blue eyes looked up into his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "You OK" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   CHAPTER FOUR

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I lied." admitted Megan.

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

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

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

   "WHAT HAPPENED?!  yelled Bobby hitting the brakes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

   "Are you hard?" asked his sister.

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

   "Can I see?" she asked.

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

   "I just want to see." she whined.

   "OK" he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I guess you were right." said Chance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yeah, why?"

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

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

   "What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yeah, we do." said Rudy.

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

   "Yean ..  right." said Rudy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The stallion jumped and humped.  The mare whinnied.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Dee?" he said.

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

   "You about done there?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

   The next time Rudy had to pull Dee off the stallion's cock when she
wouldn't answer his questions.  The only way he could do that was to reach
through her arm pits and pull her back.  There was just no way he could do
that without ending up with his hands full of her breasts.  She stumbled to
her feet and pressed back against him, grinding her butt into his hardon.
The stallion found his way to the mare and bred her.  Rudy held his
sister-in-law, his hands still covering her breasts as they watched the
mare get bred.  "Hey" he said into her ear.  She was trembling and her
hands had come up to cover his.  She wasn't trying to remove his hands from
her braless breasts.  Her hands felt warm and soft on top of his.  "Are you
OK?  Do you need to take a break?"

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

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

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

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

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

   "What?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ====================================================================

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

   "Where's Mom?" asked Chance.

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

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

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

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

   But neither Rudy nor Dee were there with the horses.

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

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

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

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

   "What?" asked Molly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   And they heard Dee's response:

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

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

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

   The overflowing emotions caused her to bark "MOMMY!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "OUT" he thundered, pointing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   CHAPTER FIVE

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Outside the four teens were talking animatedly.

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

   "Me either!" said Bobby.

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

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

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

   Bobby nodded while Molly and Chance stood there listening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "That's crazy." said Bobby.

   "I agree with him." said Molly.

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

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

   "Know what?" asked Bobby and Megan together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Here they come." said Chance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "What?" asked Bobby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   All the other teens nodded in agreement.

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

   Both girls turned red.  Bobby fidgeted.

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

   "And?" prompted his mother.

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

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

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

   "You love each other." said Dee.

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

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

   "Yes." said Molly, still tightly.

   "Oh my." said Dee.

   Rudy couldn't keep quiet any more.

   "And you two?" he asked his children.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Dee sat back again.

   "Oh my!" she said.

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

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

   "That's different!" said Rudy.

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

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

   Molly's eyes went back down to the table.

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

   Chance's eyes darted around.

   "Oh my." said Dee, slumping.

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

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

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

   "Oh my." said Dee yet again.

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

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

   "You did?!" gasped Bobby.

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

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

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

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

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

   "Mom?" came from Chance.

   "Yes dear?" she responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The girls nodded, if somewhat sadly.

   In the kitchen the talk was similar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Maybe Cathy wouldn't notice either." mused Rudy.

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

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

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

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

   "Rudy?" said Dee.

   "Umm?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   There were sullen looks all around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   CHAPTER SIX

   The next morning Dee was up first.  She rubbed her abdomen, thinking
about the two times Rudy had spurted her full the night before and wondered
if she had made a mistake.  She was pretty sure that Tom wouldn't care if
it was Rudy who got her pregnant.  He'd said many times that he felt bad
that she couldn't have the large family she'd wanted, but she'd always
kissed him and said that she was content with her lot in life.  They had
talked once or twice about adopting, but it was a time consuming process
and they were always busy at the ranch.  Just once, when she had held him
crying, he suggested she should find a man who could satisfy her.  She'd
shushed him and held him, saying they'd talk about it later.  Later had
never quite come around.

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

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

   "Hey cutie pie." said Dee.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "What's that?" asked Cathy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   He wasn't sleeping for long.

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

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

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

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

   "Morning girls." she said.

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

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

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

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

   "Sorry." she mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Your father might not agree." said Dee.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   About then Chance and Bobby sauntered into the kitchen, not having any
idea what had just been discussed between the women.  His mother looked at
him and sighed as she saw a handsome young man in the prime of his life. 
There were probably a lot of girls out there who might be tempted to have
his baby.  She still couldn't get used to the idea, though, that one of
them was his sister.  Her eyes went to Bobby and she saw the same thing. 
He had an infectious grin and was just a good kid.  She remembered that
time, years back, when he'd burst into the bathroom with his overflowing
bladder while she was stark naked.  Tom's accident had only happened a year
or two before that, but she was still bemoaning the loss of sexual
companionship.  The way he'd looked at her then had made her pussy damp. 
She'd tried to bluff her way through it and thought she'd been successful.
But she'd remembered his strong young penis long after he'd gone back home.
She could easily understand a girl ...  or even a woman ...  lusting after
him.

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

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

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

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

   "Is she pissed off?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   There was noise from across the stall and they looked.  The stallion was
mounting the mare again.  "Watch them" said Chance as he pulled Molly's ass
into his erection.  He slid his hands up under her shirt, over her smooth
belly skin, to her naked breasts.  He cupped them and found her nipples
with his finger tips.  He squeezed her nipples and she moaned, her hand
darting between them to feel his hard cock.  The stallion jumped, his
hooves landing on the mare's hindquarters.  Chance's hands dropped to the
fastening of Molly's jeans and he unbuttoned them, then unzipped them.  He
slid his hand between her legs and immediately slicked a finger into her
pussy as she writhed, pressing back against him.

   "I'm sooo hot!" she moaned.

   "Take your pants off" he panted.

   Molly kicked her tennis shoes off without untying them and then reached
down and pulled the legs of her jeans off her feet.  In the process she
showed her naked butt to Chance.  He grabbed a horse blanket and draped it
over some hay bales and then pushed her onto it, pressing her breasts into
the blanket.  He approached from behind, just like a stallion and put his
hands on her naked hips.  His cock hurt and he tore his own jeans open,
freeing it as he shoved them down to his knees.  Molly craned her neck. 
"Yessss put it in me Chance." and she wiggled her ass at him, reaching her
hands back and pulling her ass cheeks open.  He saw her pussy opening and
it was wet.  He nosed his prick tip into her slick pussy mouth and leaned
forward, impaling her on his tool in one lunge.

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

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

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

   Now some of that is genetic, but a lot of it depends on diet and
exercise, and the general health of a man.  Chance Brooks was in the prime
of his life, healthy as a bull in the prime of ITs life, with bulging
muscles and a body fat index of about seven percent.  Chance didn't produce
four percent or even whole milk.  Chance's balls were filled to overflowing
with raw milk, straight from the cow, cream still in it, thick and rich and
just brimming with perky, interested sperm cells just aching to fertilize
something.  And when Chance's cock provided a conduit from his balls to his
sister's cervix, what gushed forth into and through that cervix and into
her womb was the most potent stuff her womb could have hoped to suck up. 
That womb happily slurped in as much as it could hold and then gave a
little squeeze, pushing it up the attached fallopian tubes, to the egg that
was carelessly descending at the time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Daddy?" she said.

   "Yes?" he glanced at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The tenor of her voice, and the emotion she couldn't hide struck Rudy,
the same way it strikes any father when his baby girl comes home one day
and announces that she's in love.  Normally, a father resists that whole
concept, regardless of the age of his daughter.  Most fathers don't believe
the boy is good enough for his daughter, whether he's met the boy or not.
But things were complicated by the fact that the boy, in this case, was his
son ...  who WAS good enough for any girl.  The recognition of that tone in
her voice, and his almost forced acceptance of the mate she'd chosen
because of who that mate was, made him react differently than most fathers
do when faced with that situation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   But Bobby knew the threat was empty.  He knew his father was posturing
to save face.

   When it was time to break for lunch they all headed for the breeding pen
to collect Chance and Molly.  Megan ran ahead, worried that her cousins
might be unprepared for visitors.  She found them working on a fresh pair
of horses.  Molly was breathing hard, but her motions with the prepping
were quick and sure.

   "Your mom is on the way." said Megan.  "It's time for lunch."

   "Good" said Molly.  "We're ready for a break."

   "I know how you feel." said Megan, watching the stud mount the mare.

   "That's not what I meant." said Molly giggling.  "I think I wore him
out."

   They watched as Chance captured the stallion after he hopped down off
the mare.

   "He doesn't look worn out to me." whispered Megan.

   "He'll get over it." said Molly grinning.  "We only did it twice.  I'm
going to have to change pants when we get back to the house." she grinned.

   During lunch Dee called the doctor in town and explained what she needed
for Megan.  When she came back to the table she sat down and looked at
Megan and Robby.

   "The doctor has an opening day after tomorrow.  Can you two behave
yourselves until then?" she asked.

   "Yes Ma'am." said Robby, trying to impress his father.

   Rudy just snorted.

   That afternoon Rudy and Dee took the breeding chores.  She pointed to
the paint she had set aside on the back of the pickup.

   "How about Chance and Bobby use that up on the house, while you girls go
into town with the rest?" It was an obvious attempt to keep the lovers
apart while she and Rudy were busy with the horses.  It fell flat when all
four of the kids agreed with good humor.  Sex wasn't the only thing they
thought about.

   Dee lasted for four sets of horses before she dragged Rudy into the same
stall that Bobby and Megan had used when they sated their passions.  By now
she had had time enough to think about things that her long-suppressed
desire for more children had re-awakened.  She welcomed his heavy body
pinning her to the hay, and the feel of his hot seed blasting into her womb
as she strained against him.  Her orgasm was as sweet as any she'd ever
had.

   "Remind me to do something VERY nice for my sister." she panted as Rudy
emptied his balls into her.

   Rudy's reply, amidst the peak of his own orgasm, was unintelligible.

   Meanwhile, four gallons of paint was spread on two sides of the farm
house as the boys talked about sports and ranching and girls.

   And, thirty miles away, a twenty-two year old employee of the Davis
County Hazardous Waste Collection Point ogled the two beautiful teenage
girls who brought in a pickup truck load of mixed chemicals that, according
to him, would take over an hour to process.  During that hour he stole
looks at the girls unfettered breasts that were under their shirts, and the
swell of their hips.  The girls noticed his hot looks and giggled between
themselves, feeling desirable and sexy.

   At lunch that day the kids were happy and excited.  Rudy looked tired.
Dee was bright and cheerful, noting that the breeding was going well, and
that all the mating pairs would be bred successfully in the month and a
half left if things kept going as they had thus far.  Bobby and Megan
offered to take the afternoon breeding duties, causing Dee to look at Rudy
with a raised eyebrow.

   Rudy waved a hand.  "I don't care.  I need a nap."

   Dee blushed, but no one seemed to notice.  Chance said vaguely that he
had some things to do and welcomed Molly's offer to help.  By the time Dee
had cleaned up the refuse from lunch, both sets of kids were gone.  She
went to make sure Rudy was comfortable.  It was a good thing the kids
weren't in the house.  Rudy's moans that she was going to kill him might
have drawn attention.

   In the barn there was no pretense as Megan stated flatly that she was
going to start this breeding session in a different manner and calmly began
taking her clothes off.  The first "pair" bred that afternoon were Bobby
and Megan.  Their lovemaking was somehow less hurried and more tender as
they lay straining against each other, sharing kisses and touches.  Megan's
orgasm was one of sweet surrender, rather than an overwhelming emotional
storm.  When Bobby's turn came he simply sagged down on his sister's soft
body and released his sperm.  Their sedate actions weren't based on
anything like boredom.  Rather, they had both come to an understanding that
this sharing of their love was something that might not last much longer.
Their aunt's comment about the month and a half they had left before they
had to face their mother made them savor their time together as something
precious.

   As any fertility expert will tell you, tension can affect fertility. 
Perhaps because Megan was so relaxed as her brother flushed her full of his
teenaged sperm, her cervix opened a little wider, or her womb accepted a
few more million of the wriggling little cells.  Or maybe Bobby's
contentment at just being able to cum in his sister made his testicles give
an extra surge.  In any case, one of his sperm cells found the egg it was
seeking and, in a much more agitated way than the boy who produced it,
struggled, its tail wagging frantically, as it hit the outside of the egg
several times.  The egg, as if impressed by that sperm cell's desire,
surrendered like Megan had and let the tiny cell inside.  While Megan
didn't know whether she wanted to be a mother or not, her body knew, and
the decision was made for her.

   Molly grabbed a quilt on the way out of the house and carried it under
her arm as she followed Chance.

   "What's that for?" he asked.

   "Us." she said simply.

   "Oh really." he commented.

   She just smiled.  "Yes, really."

   They went to a low hilltop in a pasture that was twelve inches deep in
grass, and spread the blanket out.  Molly, loving the feel of the sun on
her naked skin, mounted her stallion and rode him to a breath-stealing
conclusion as he tried unsuccessfully to buck her off.  They lay in the
sun, like broken, lifeless dolls on the blanket, arms and legs akimbo,
until Chance revived and rolled on top of his sister, her long black hair
fanned out on the quilt.  He assumed the dominant role this time, pounding
into her lustily as she moaned and whined her way through two more orgasms.
Neither of them knew she was already bearing twins, but their efforts made
it look like they were trying hard to get her in that condition.

   Back in the house Dee, after getting her third pussy-ful of Rudy's cum
that day, melted against him, her naked arm draped over him, and finally
let him sleep.  She drifted off too.

   In the barn, Megan found out that her instincts had been correct. 
Having just had an orgasm, and with her brother's sperm resting warmly in
her womb, she was able to work six sets of mating pairs before her lusts
were inflamed again.  As they walked slowly toward the house to get supper,
she carried only one additional serving of her lover's sexual essence in
her already pregnant abdomen.

  
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   At supper, Dee expressed her amazement that Megan and Bobby had managed
to get six pairs of horses bred.

   "That's wonderful" she said animatedly.  The nap had done both Rudy and
her a lot of good.  "You're getting better at this."

   Megan, getting used to the idea that she was a sexual being and that
everyone at the table knew that, was more forthcoming than she might have
been otherwise.

   "We figured out the secret to it." she said.

   "Oh?" asked their Aunt as she passed a bowl of green beans.

   "Yes" said Megan, buttering a roll.  "You just take care of all those
urges before you start and then you don't have to stop in-between."

   Her announcement was met with silence as everybody at the table looked
at her in wonder.

   "Really." she said, unconcerned.  She took a bite of her roll.  "It
really worked."

   "I thought you two were going to behave yourselves until we got to the
doctor." said Dee.

   "Yeah!" said Rudy.  "That's what I thought too."

   "Well, I'm tired of being horny all the time." said Megan.  "And it
worked, so don't try to make me feel bad!" She went on eating.

   In fact, her announcement of her discovery of a "fix" to the problems
that handling horse cocks caused settled into the minds of the others at
the table.  In the remaining month and a half of the breeding season, that
"fix" became the norm.  Each couple, as they started their morning or
afternoon of breeding duty, sated their lust and THEN began to get the
horses to do the same thing.  Things went so smoothly that there were days
when no breeding was required at all, and they got to relax.  They went to
a concert, and fishing several times as a group.  By the time the Tanners
only had a week left before they went back to city life, the six people had
merged into a family with ties that would never break.  The result was that
everything got done as it had in years past, even though the people doing
it were all, more or less, amateurs.

   On the last night before Rudy would take his children home, the crescent
moon rose over the ranch, shining down on it with a ghostly pale light. 
There were, at that moment, sixty-four females on that ranch ...  sixty
mares ...  and four humans.

   All of them were pregnant.

   It had been a very successful breeding season on the Rocking R Ranch.
   
