Breeding Season at the Rocking R Ranch - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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 Charlie: 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.

Chapter One

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 Dee was a year older than Cathy. 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 than 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 and ranch work 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-appeal. 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 insofar 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 groin.

If they thought the girls would all go inside, leaving them to ferry things in 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 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 took care of day-to-day operations, 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 okay?"

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, Okay? 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. Okay?"

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 stallions. 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.

"Okay 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, such as 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 down 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 have 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 human 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. In this case, it wasn't. If that happens, just annotate the record so we know to breed that pair again. Okay, 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 a breeze for you."

Megan gave him a dirty look, but rose to the bait and said, "Okay, 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 restrained in the chute. 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 led the stallion to the breeding area and he got restive. He was manageable, though so Megan 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. "Okay, okay, 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 changed into a white T shirt and the neck 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 seem to notice it. She watched the horses.

Bobby noticed though, and he suddenly realized that he had been affected by things too. He was 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 sex 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.

"Too late," she quipped. "Been there, done that, got that T shirt." She put her hands on her hips when his jaw dropped. "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. The urge to tease swept over her, like it often did when she was horny. 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 shorts around his thighs, 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. Which, is penis told him, it was time to do right now. 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. Their parents had made them kiss and make up enough times that the thought of kissing wasn't onerous at all. Now, 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 his upper body was still clothed, felt wonderful, and the smooth naked skin of her back felt even more wonderful under 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.

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