Chapter 1

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 Molly'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."