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. Mom, in the front seat, had a pad of paper she kept scores on, so nobody could cheat. She mechanically added lines beside the appropriate title, making groups of four lines with a slash through them to represent five. She'd gotten so good at it that she could carry on a conversation with her husband and never miss a beat.

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 stepped out of the shower and was 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 a piss boner 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, 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. 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 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 Cathy, turning her head partway around, pencil poised over the paper, ready to make a tick mark.

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?"

Cathy turned her head farther. "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.

Cathy turned her head further, looking into the back seat. She knew her 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." she 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. Just as his mother looked back, of course.

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

That was how 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 practice kissing a boy without having to worry about making him stop afterwards, 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.

Cathy turned her head, thinking that her daughter was laughing because Bobby was embarrassed. "Maybe that will teach you not to hit your sister." she said, and turned back around.

To Bobby's disgust, Megan's hand flashed out and slapped his arm with a loud SMACK. Then she grabbed her own arm and yelled "OW! BOBBY!"

Bobby was outraged and started to protest his innocence as his mother's stony face turned to the back seat once more.

Rudy put a restraining hand on his wife's thigh. "That was Megan hitting Bobby. I saw it in the rear view mirror." His eyes bored into Megan's in that same mirror. "Nice try, but you're busted." He grinned. "Slave duty for two days. One day for hitting your brother and another for trying to set him up for failure."

That was the other way they were disciplined. If they did something REALLY bad they had to do whatever the other family members told them to do for the specified period of time. Megan groaned. She knew her brother would keep her hopping and this was going to be at the ranch, where she'd planned on riding the horses and getting a suntan in her new string bikini. She scowled at Bobby, as if it was all his fault. Now it was HIS turn to grin.

He made sure his mother wasn't looking and did the same thing Megan had done, making a fist and moving it up and down over the pillow on his lap. Then he pointed at her and grinned, pointing back at his crotch.

"I saw that too." announced his father. Damn! He'd forgotten to check the rear view mirror. His dad spoke again. "That's one day of slave duty for you Bobby, after Megan has finished hers ... for taunting." It was obvious that he had seen Megan making the same motion earlier. Neither of the kids thought to question why she wasn't punished for that too.

Bobby scowled now. That meant he'd have to moderate his treatment of Megan, because, when it came to Megan, payback was a MOTHER, and she'd have the perfect chance for payback when her period of slavery was up, and his began.

The rest of the trip was made in silence. Cathy was able to take a nap because neither of the kids felt like counting anything.

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 work and 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. It didn't see her as unavailable at all.

His mother and Aunt Dee were hugging and squealing about how happy they were to see each other. He turned away to help unload the car. His father looked at him surprised. "I figured you'd go say hi and make Megan do this." he said curtly.

"Um ... it's OK," said Bobby, unable to explain the real reason he wasn't hugging his aunt and cousin with the rest of the family.

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 many ways. "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 women would all go inside, leaving the men to ferry things into the house, during which time their erections could 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 hard 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.

"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. His mother was standing right THERE, watching her husband crushing her sister's body to his and didn't say a word! 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.

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