0 comments/ 166430 views/ 4 favorites Hot Ranch Fun Ch. 03 By: Justin_Thyme any among the more discerning readers, may wonder whatever became of Chapter two. Well, lacking the foresight to predict how well the story would be accepted, I wrote ‘More Ranch Fun’ to be a sequel never imagining the number of requests I would receive to carry the story forward. Well, I have received numerous requests for more and here’s Chapter three. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Shortly after the van bearing our cousins disappeared from sight, dad sighed and said, “Well son, much as I hate to say it, we better be getting to work. I don’t suppose that North meadow is going to get cut if we don’t get at it. With that, everything returned, more or less, to normal and ranch work resumed. Since the field dad mentioned was new clover grass that grew tall before a wind came along and flattened most of it, Sue and I went along and wielded pitch forks while dad operated the tractor. Lifting sickle bar jamming wads of bunched clover was a nasty, time consuming, hot, miserable task and what should have a few hour job took us all day. Mom brought our lunches out just before noontime and carried them to a shady spot near a meandering creek at the edge of the field. Dad stopped the tractor and we followed mom on foot, grateful for the respite, however brief. Once seated on the soft grass at the edge of the creek and before opening her lunch, Sue jumped up and said, “Hope the sight of a little skin doesn’t interfere with anyone’s digestion but I intend to make myself comfortable. I see no reason to sit around wearing these dirty, sweaty clothes when I don’t have to,” and proceeded to strip herself naked. Following Sue’s lead, I too stripped and whether from any real desire to seek comfort sans clothing or to simply be nude with Sue and me, dad followed suit. Mom didn’t wait for dad to completely remove his clothing before she, too, began to strip. Then, dad, Sue and I got into the water and tried to get as clean as we could. Without a bar of soap there wasn’t much any of us could do but we did manage to rinse away a lot of hay chaff and loose dust and dirt so we didn’t look or smell quite as bad as when at last we relaxed with our lunches. Although not nearly as dirty as the rest of us, mom did join us in the water and scooping great handfuls of the cool creek water, managed to rinse dad’s back clean. Naturally, I tended Sue’s back as she did mine. While in the water, I availed myself of the opportunity for a little erotic horseplay and enfolded Sue in my arms from behind and copped a feel of her delectable tits. For most of our lives, attempts to tease Sue physically have resulted in yelled threats and complaints to mom. That time though, Sue backed her rump against my dick while she thrust her breasts more firmly into my hands. Later on, she evened the score by doing something similar to me; She ran her hands down alongside my ribs and reached ‘round to grasp my cock in both hands. She gave me a stroke or two, certainly enough to kick my libido into overdrive, and I attempted thrusting into the artificial pussy she formed with her hands but Sue giggled and scurried out of the water. Mom, too, must have been feeling more frisky than usual because, without bothering to hide her actions from Sue or me, she fisted dad’s cock, giving him several loving strokes before leading him out of the water. After eating, we all laid back to rest for a few minutes and, although the desire to enjoy my sister’s favors was strong, my thickening cock attested to that, I didn’t go beyond thinking about how nice it would be to lay on my back while Sue knelt over me and let herself down to become impaled on me. Dad may have entertained similar thoughts as I noticed him observing mom while his cock thickened a bit. I guess knowing how much work remained to be done before the day was over went a long way toward quieting our amorousness because neither mom nor Sue did more than eye dad’s and my rising erections. That they licked their lips lasciviously, and not so subtly thrust their pelvises forward and up was surprising but it did provide incentive to get on with the work in order that we might finish and have some fun. Whatever, all too soon dad announced we better get back at it if we ever expected to finish. With that we, well dad, Sue and I, donned our clothing, crisp with dried sweat and dirt while mom got into her jeans and tee shirt that had yet to get dirty and sweaty. Work that afternoon went marginally faster as, with mom helping, Sue and I had a much easier task keeping the cutter bar free of wadded grass. Sue and I, mom too, were almost too tired to walk to the pickup for the ride back to the ranch buildings but we made it and, being slightly fresher than either Sue or I, we let mom drive us back to the house. Back on our patio at last, mom fastened a hose to a hot water hose bib, we all stripped again and took turns rinsing the afternoon accumulation of dirt and grime away. Once everyone was rinsed as good as our simple device could get us, dad hosed away the grime that had accumulated on the patio and we sat down to dry before going on into the house. It was strange how we could participate in the activities we were without becoming aroused, but, somehow, near exhaustion and discussing what had to be done next went a long way toward keeping our libidos in check. Noting that mom was unusually silent, I turned and said, “Mom, it isn’t like you to be this quiet. Something wrong?” Smiling, mom replied, “No Hon, nothing like that but thanks for noticing. No, I’ve been thinking and have a question for your father. Ira, I know that what with the creek and all, a swimming pool is way too much to ask for, but is there any way we could afford to buy a hot tub or spa or whatever they’re called?” “Hadn’t thought much about it Meg but compared to the cost of a new tractor, I imagine it’s something we could swing. Why, want one?” “No, I just brought the subject up so we could have something to talk about. Of course I think it would be nice to have one, you old fool.” Mom’s peal of laughter took the sting from her comment. Besides, I think dad has grown used to mom’s term of endearment, God knows he heard my grandmother call my grandfather an old fool often enough and there’s nothing she wouldn’t have willingly done for grandpa. While it’s nice to think that much of the stuff Sue and I do, is a first in naughtiness on our place, I’ll bet gram and gramp were way ahead of us, pleasing one another sexually. As lusty as I guess they were, I wouldn’t be too surprised to find they pleased and were pleased by a few close friends as well. What with no television, poor radio reception, unreliable electricity for reading and the long trip to town, they had to have had interests outside their own bedroom! Dad grinned and said, “Well, in that case, I’ll check around and see what we can do. One thing about it, we have one of them spa thingies, we better have a shower out here too. There’s no need to be hooking up a hose every time we need to get cleaned up after a day in the fields. The following morning, dad spent some time on the telephone before we returned to rake the field of cut clover into long windrows for baling. I guess dad must have been serious about an outdoor shower for upon returning to the house later on that day, there was a plumbers truck parked in the driveway. I guess mom must have altered dad’s plan a bit as rather than finding one shower setup, there were two sets of shower heads and controls, gleaming side by side fastened to the back wall of the house directly in back of where the kitchen sink is located. The plumber was explaining to mom that we really should have some sort of a plastic back splash installed and, if possible, a drain installed before we used the shower much. He glanced at the naked, new plumbing fixtures, grinned and added, “I guess that’s all you really need to make this thing work.” Clearly I think he wanted to mention something else, but, on the other hand, he may have grown accustomed to the kinky quirks of folks who chose to have a spa on their back patios. I also think, from the strange, half smiling expression on her face, mom knew exactly what was on the guy’s mind but wasn’t going to say anything if he didn’t. Whatever, the subject of the need for some sort of a modesty screen was avoided, completely. Anyhow, it wasn’t until after the clover was baled and stored away that we went shopping for a spa. The back splash took a bit longer to be installed and we never did put in a regular drain. The area where the shower went in was directly over a wood deck that extended the concrete patio making for a very large area to support our new toy and dad simply let the water trickle through the deck boards to the ground below. As for modesty, well, in view of our newfound willingness to appear before one another stark naked, no one ever thought it might be necessary to hide our nudity from one another while showering. After all, a shower was often followed by a dip in the spa and no one bothered to suggest we should wear suits to cover our nudity. Fortunately, but for the Peterson’s, very few other people ever ventured around back unless they were specifically invited and were forewarned as to the sights that would greet their eyes if they did choose to join us. Most of those folks, after taking a moment or two to think, readily took their clothes off and enjoyed our new toys with us. A few agreed to get naked with us without giving the matter a thought while a very few others declined to have anything to do with such goings on. Thank God our ranch wasn’t located in the Bible belt and those who were uncomfortable with baring their bodies, weren’t incensed to the point of trying to cause some sort of trouble for us. Several days after the new spa was installed, Dad, Mom, Sue and I were soaking in the hot water, enjoying our after breakfast coffee and luxuriating in the knowledge we had no pressing chores to do. Sue and I were trying to decide if we wanted to saddle the horses for a ride and whether or not to see if Carol and Pete wanted to come along. Mom and dad were discussing something in low tones. Since they were holding their voices down, I didn’t even try to understand what they were discussing so only their low tones registered on my consciousness. Finally, dad raised his voice a bit and said, “Okay, I guess.” Then addressing Sue and me, he grinned and said, “Your mother thinks I better do something about a back splash for the shower before I forget all about it. Does either of you want to come along with me and help pick out something suitable?” Prowling the building supply center wasn’t high on my list of exciting things to do that day but Sue said, “Sure Dad, I’ll go with you.” Mom said, “I can’t think of anything I need very desperately. I guess I’ll just stay here and take it easy,” and I merely shook my head in the negative saying, think I’ll stay here and help mom take it easy. Dad and Sue dressed and left shortly after that while mom and I refilled our coffee cups and returned to the spa. Where mom and I had been sitting on opposite sides of the tub facing one another earlier, she chose to sit beside me when we reentered the water. We sat in companionable silence for a time then, her tone hesitant, mom asked if Sue and I had enjoyed having our cousin’s visit. “Sure Mom, we thought they were a lot of fun. Why do you ask?” Mom’s answer was a bit slow coming but, at last, she waved a hand deprecatingly and said, “Oh I don’t know. Just, well your father and I wondered if you kids didn’t find Tess and Eric a bit…different?” “How so Mom? What’s so different about them given the things Pete, Carol, Sue and I have been doing lately? Or does our behavior bother you a lot more than you have let on? If it does, you guys are sure being cool about it. So what if Tess and Eric get it on too? Their whole family seems to be handling it all right so why does it bother you if you’re able to deal with what Sue and I do?” “I don’t know. I just don’t know. Just…, well they seem so much more blatant about it or something.” “More blatant than the way I fondled Sue’s tits today or the way she grabbed my cock right there for both of you to see?” Mom didn’t respond but she did flutter her hand in the air as if she were agitated before placing her hand back in the water and on my thigh as we talked. Now, Lord knows mom has touched me often enough over the years. Just, she has never, as nearly as I can recall, ever put her hand on my thigh, at least as close to my genitals as she did right then. Had Carol or Sue been in the spa with me and chosen to place a hand on my thigh as we talked, I might not have reacted. As it was, while mom probably meant nothing untoward, I experienced a rush that led to a slight twitch I knew was a precursor to an erection. I tried to ignore mom’s touch and the resultant rush I was experiencing and tried to convince myself the sensations I was experiencing were entirely out of line. I might have been successful had not the back of mom’s hand made contact with the gleaming glans of my rising cock. After that, I grew larger and larger with alarming rapidity so there was no way either of us could continue to ignore what was going on. The larger and more rigid I became, the more my mind turned to focus on mom’s nudity. While mom has a fantastic body, especially her great breasts, somehow, I can’t seem to think of them as ‘TITS,’ and a pussy that managed to come away mostly unscathed by childbirth, I never had thought of her in a sexual way. Her hand on my thigh, brushing the underside of my erecting penis changed all that and I began to appreciate the developing situation. I tried shifting so that mom’s hand would not be in direct contact with my cock and would have been overjoyed if, somehow, her hand had slipped off my thigh. Although I thoroughly enjoyed the touch of mom’s hand, I was scared green I might do something to offend or piss her off. Certainly if that happened, it would be a cold day in hell before I ever again experienced her intimate touch. I began to suspect that mom’s touch wasn’t casual or unintended when she slid her hand closer to my scrotum and my ever hardening dick and decided she really was making a deliberate attempt to come on to me. My thought that I was somehow being seduced was reinforced when mom began to slide her hand back and forth on my thigh, maintaining contact with the underside of my cock, and thus stroking me gently in the process. Suddenly, I became conscious of my arm wedged between us and wanted to move it to touch mom much as she was touching me. Not quite certain how she would accept my touch, I refrained from placing my hand on her thigh, because I was almost certain my hand would rest directly on her labia. That would have been great as far as I was concerned but I wasn’t sure mom would welcome my touch on her pussy. Nor was I ready to accept the consequences or risk mom’s ire should her touch on me not be the signal I fervently hoped it was. If, indeed, mom’s touch was intentional, I wanted to increase the forbidden pleasure and do something that would make it easier for her to grasp my, by then, fully erect member. It required but a moment to realize that if my arm were draped across her shoulder, mom would be free to carry on with whatever was on her mind. Trying not to be obvious, I pulled my arm free, placed it across mom’s shoulder and didn’t even get a chance to draw her closer. Mom took the initiative, reached for my hand and shifted slightly so that she could place her back against my side. Then she placed my hand on her left breast. Her right hand rotated slightly and she grasped my cock removing all doubt as to her intentions. With my dick firmly in hand, she turned to look into my eyes and said, “There now, that’s more like it, don’t you think?” Nearly speechless with joy, I was only able to mumble incoherently and smile. My sigh of contentment matched mom’s however and we continued to sit, unmoving, for several minutes. Then, and I guess it must be a natural thing for a woman to do when clasping a rigid cock, she began slowly rubbing her hand back and forth, stroking me to even greater hardness. At the same time, it required but a few strokes to cause my cock to swell and my entire groin to tingle with impending orgasm. Almost incoherent, I gasped, “Oh God Mom, I’m going to lose it.” “Good Honey, let it come if you’d like.” Mom’s words were accompanied with a quick squeeze and continued gentle strokes and I began to ejaculate. Both of us watched, mesmerized as thick ropes of sperm shot from the tip of my cock and drifted away to be lost in the swirling waters of the tub. Mom maintained her grasp on my cock while I rotated slightly and reached across and finally did place my hand on her thigh. I didn’t remain motionless however, I kneaded the tender tissues of mom’s thigh and worked my hand closer and closer to her pussy. Mom’s only comment as I touched her was to say, “Come on Jack, I won’t break you know. Go ahead and touch me if that’s what you want to do.” She giggled and added, “Be just fine with me if you make me come the way I just did you.” Mom seemed to understand exactly when my cock desensitized enough for continued stroking and proceeded to match me stroke for stroke as I fingered her labia and clit. Still wearing a wide grin, she separated her thighs making it easy for me to place my hand over her pussy cleft so I could press the heel of my hand hard against her clit. Giggling, she said, “You know Jack, it really would be all right for you to put a finger or two inside me. Guess I don’t know what it would do for you but it sure would make me happy.” What my ministrations did was bring my mother to a convulsive orgasm. One that caught me by surprise and resulted in me shoving a couple of fingers deep inside when she heaved upward. And that’s when I discovered a woman’s clit isn’t just a tiny nubbin of hard flesh at the top of her slit. It extends inward toward her vagina so that well placed fingers or a hard cock will extend the duration of an orgasm. Fascinated with my discovery, I continued flexing my fingers against what must have been the inner extension of mom’s clit and caused her orgasm to last and last until she had to beg me to stop. Later, perhaps fifteen minutes or so later, mom again turned to look into my eyes and said, “Jack, I know you have no really strong feelings about incest else you wouldn’t have fucked Tess and you sure as hell wouldn’t be fucking your sister. She paused as though embarrassed and continued, her voice so low as to be nearly impossible to hear, “Would you fulfill a naughty fantasy I have been harboring ever since that day we discovered you kids having sex up at the lake? Would you fuck me… please?” Actually, I was way ahead of mom on that score, I just hadn’t figured how to broach the subject. Playing with and fingering mom’s pussy while she stroked me had long since brought me to the realization I wanted to fuck her…urgently. Whispering in her ear, I said, “Mom, you know there’s nothing I would rather do right now. Shall we go inside and do it?” Giggling softly, mom said, “What’s wrong with right here on the patio. God knows that doing it on one of the lounge pads won’t be a first around here. The only thing different will be doing it with my son in broad daylight.” We arose and climbed from the tub while mom maintained her grip on my dick and drew me along toward the lounges. Guess she liked the feel of me because she and I both knew I wasn’t going anywhere until after both of us were satisfied. It required but a moment to flip one of the pads to the floor and for mom to assume a position flat on her back with legs spread wide and her knees elevated. I paused at mom’s feet to admire her body as she smiled upward, waiting impatiently for me to get down and penetrate the place I issued from so very long ago. Hot Ranch Fun Ch. 03 The moment I was close enough, mom grasped me and impatiently drew me to her opening where it took no time at all to make my grand entrance. I inhaled sharply as I took a moment for both of us to become accustomed to my presence in my mother’s velvety vagina. Then slowly, ever so slowly, I began to retreat and thrust back inside while mom’s practiced counter thrusts kept pace. Mom may have been a little looser than any of the girls I have had sex with; if so she more than compensated by exercising muscles the others didn’t even know they possessed. Aside from almost silent moans and sighs, neither of us made a sound. Mom didn’t need to be vocal, her smile spoke volumes and I determined to see that she continued smiling, then and as often as possible afterward. All too soon to my thinking, I began to sense the familiar tingle that precedes an orgasm, and tried to warn mom of what was about to occur. I delayed too long and without warning, began filling mom’s penis filled vagina to overflowing. I’m not certain whether or not mom felt the hot cum splash against her cervix but I do know she was aware when the warm, moist semen began to seep around my cock and dribble down the crack of her ass. Her voice reflecting glee, she broke silence and told me how great it was to have me cum inside her. While it may have felt great to her, it felt messy to me! I didn’t withdraw immediately nor did I collapse on top of mom’s spent body. Rather, I remained suspended above her with my still rigid root imbedded to the hilt while we smiled into one another’s eyes. “My God Dad, will you look at that. Jack’s fucking mom. Isn’t that the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen?” Sue’s comment and subsequent laughter left little doubt that she and dad had come back and caught us in the act. I cringed, half expecting a solid whack, then relaxed when dad chuckled and said, “Oh I don’t know Sue. I think your mother is a mighty fine looking sight no matter if she is fucking your brother right now. You know Hon, the only decent thing we could do right now is to make ourselves scarce and give them some privacy.” Mom’s voice was languid, obviously relishing the afterglow of sex, when she giggled, not self-consciously, and said, “Hi guys. Back so soon? I was hoping you would be away a little longer. I’m still a bit horny and I’ll bet Jack is too. Oh well, Jack, I suppose we better get up and see what on earth brought these two back so soon.” It turned out that dad had forgotten to measure to see what size material he needed for the back splash. At that, it was clear he wasn’t at all disturbed at finding me in the saddle as it were. Nor did he choose to berate mom for letting me fuck her. Perhaps because of the relationship he and mom have had with the Peterson’s over the years, he has grown to accept that a little extra-curricular activity can only heighten his and mom’s sexual relationship. Nor was Sue as upset as her initial seemed to indicate when she found us with my cock thrusting in and out of our mother’s pussy . I retreated from mom’s vagina and rolled onto my back on the patio and she said, “Oh look Daddy, Jack’s poor dick is all gooey and red and wasted looking. Perhaps I better kiss it and make it better.” Again, I was needlessly concerned as to how mom and dad would accept Sue’s willingness to give oral sex. Sue couldn’t have seen them from her position on her knees, bent over with my cock buried deep in her mouth but I could and they both were smiling broadly. Clearly neither was concerned that my sister cheerfully got down and licked and sucked mom’s and my fluids from my dick. Sue brought me back to full erection before removing my dick from her mouth. There was promise in her eyes and words when she smiled and said, “Later alligator.” Sue rose to her feet, took dad’s arm and said, “Now daddy, I think we better get along and leave these two alone. I think I detected a bit more cum I’m sure mom would like to have in her…somewhere.” After Sue and dad left, mom and I stood and cleaned up under the showers. Then we returned to the spa and resumed our interrupted activities. Back in the hot water, mom looked toward me, grinned and said, “Did you happen to notice the way your father looked at Sue?” I smiled and nodded. Oh I noticed all right and wondered just how mom and I could manage to disappear for a while once they returned from town. Mom solved the problem though, she giggled and suggested, “Perhaps we should saddle the horses and be riding somewhere when they get back. I imagine they’ll be hot and sweaty and will want to have the patio to themselves for a while when they get back here.” “Right Mom, way it looked to me, they’ll be hot and sweaty even if the temperature drops to freezing while they’re away.” Hot Ranch Fun Ch. 04 I have no idea just what time it was when Dad and Sue arrived back home for the second time that day. I only know that Mom and I were not there, we were out riding far from the ranch buildings. It wasn't until after Mom and Dad went up to bed late that evening that Sue and I had an opportunity to discuss the days events. Shortly after they left the room and went up to bed, we went outside, stripped and climbed into the spa. There, Sue related her adventures with Dad that day after they came back to discover Mom and me screwing our hearts out on the patio. "God Jack, that was so hot, stepping onto the patio only to see you humping Mom the way you were. Made me want to jump Dad's bones right then!" "Anyhow," she continued, "after leaving you and Mom the second time, Dad drove on in to the building supply place where they quickly spotted just what was needed for that back splash. The purchase went quickly and, with help from store employees, the item was loaded on the pickup. Since it was hot, Dad stopped at an ice cream store where he splurged and had a banana split while I only had an ice cream soda." Sue grinned when she told me, "I really think Dad hoped the ice cream would cool some of the thoughts he was having about you and Mom and what he was hoping I would do with him. I guess it worked too, at least 'til I got him out to the creek once we got back home again." As it was, Mom and I must not have been far away when Dad and Sue returned. Not finding me, Dad decided to leave the large sheet of fiberglass in the truck until I would be available to assist in getting the thing around back to the patio. After checking the patio and spa, Sue told Dad it was too hot to even consider getting back into the spa and they decided to go for a swim instead. I guess swimming was Dad's idea because Sue says she teased Dad that he just wanted to see her naked. She says she also told him she wanted to try a little of what they caught Mom and me doing. I guess Dad only offered up token resistance and Sue says she located a couple dry towels and they walked to the creek where they stripped and swam for a while before stretching out to dry off in the sun. The way Sue tells it, she had to initiate sex with Dad although his reluctance waned quickly as she played with him. At that, Dad may never have done more than kiss her if Sue didn't take the lead and direct one of his hands onto her breasts. After that, she really didn't have to force Dad's mouth to her breasts, she only had to thrust a breast close to his mouth and let him take it from there. While suckling, his free hand made it to her pussy all by itself, she says but, at that, she had to press on the back of his hand to coax one and then more of his fingers into her vagina. Once his finger was wet with pussy juice, Dad needed but little additional encouragement from my sister and took the lead, receiving only gentle suggestions as to what more she wanted him to do. Whatever inhibitions Dad may have harbored about an incestuous interlude with his daughter must have been easily suppressed! Sue says that once she began stroking Dad's cock, there never was question in her mind but that she was going to get fucked. She giggled and told me she nearly chickened out when she realized just how big Dad really is. She apparently suppressed her concerns about not being able to stretch enough to accommodate Dad's cock, convincing herself that if she asked him to stop it would have been all over with. Whatever, Dad managed to show my sister just how much stamina he has. She says that she wishes she had been wearing her watch because she's convinced that once he penetrated her, he brought her to at least three explosive orgasms over what must have been a twenty or thirty minute interval. She says that had she been able to continue, she's sure Dad would easily have kept on fucking for a while after he filled her with cum. I doubt that but wasn't there and don't really know if Dad can resume fucking so soon after having an orgasm. She says she had to beg Dad for a time-out so we may never know just how much stamina Dad has. When Dad finally rolled away from her, he stretched alongside my sister and they embraced for a while with her nuzzling against Dad's neck. Then he nuzzled her nipples for a time, apparently teaching her what it would be like someday when she had a hungry child or two to take his place. I guess Dad didn't understand, I had already done that as had Eric and Pete. I imagine she has the picture now, although I'll try, on occasion, to see she doesn't forget. Later, after resting and cooling off in the creek again, Dad had Sue assume a position on her knees with her head on her folded arms and took her from behind. She giggled telling me about it because it sort of made her feel like some of the animals around the place we have watched copulating. Whatever, it was while taking it doggy style that Sue says she was sure she heard something and thought she felt the presence of something or someone besides she and Dad. By the time she could lift and turn her head to look, she saw nothing out of the ordinary and still doesn't know if someone actually saw them or not. She's guessing it was some of the Peterson clan who beat a hasty retreat when they discovered what was going on. If it was, I have no doubt we'll hear about it eventually. Anyhow, I guess Dad heard nothing as he continued bucking and thrusting into my sister's upturned pussy and, eventually, spewed another load of cum into her again. Sue says they rested and swam again, but that Dad was pretty well done in after that second round of sex. Not to the point of being incapable of cumming again though as Sue says she went down on Dad once they were out of the water again and surprised both of them when she got him to ejaculate again. She giggled and related how handily she was able to take Dad's semi-hard cock into her mouth and how she hoped he wouldn't achieve full erection and get back into her throat. She giggled again and admitted she wasn't about to give up trying though. Her look was dreamy and hot when she said, "Someday, if I keep trying hard enough, Dad's going to fuck me in the mouth without having to worry about choking me to death." After that, we embraced and enjoyed the hot water in silence for a time after Sue announced her intention to practice her cock sucking skills on Dad until he could fuck her mouth easily. Actually, I was working on how to let her know she was welcome to practice on me whenever Dad wasn't available or was busy with Mom. I never did get the words out however, Sue beat me to it and said, "If you'd like Jack, I would be more than happy to practice on you too. Right now if you'd like as I imagine it is a skill that takes a lot of practice before one gets it just right. One thing though, I don't think we better try to have sex the regular way, I'm way too sore from fucking Dad this afternoon." Knowing that my sister wished to keep her groin in the soothing hot water, we decided I should sit on the rim of the tub and she would kneel and do me, keeping her butt in the water. At that, she knelt before me in such a manner that I was able to massage her pussy slit with one foot while she sucked and stroked my cock. Guess I'm not quite as large as Dad as Sue managed to take more of me into her mouth than I would have expected. While it would be a while until she achieved a Linda Lovelace skill level, she did really well and had to quit when there was only a little over an inch to go until she would have her nose shoved into my pubic hair. Since it was early in Sue's oral experience and I didn't wish to cause discomfort, I let her do all the work. Which is not to say I didn't have an almost overpowering inclination to steady her head and meet her head bobs with mighty thrusts of my own. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to hold out long and my cock quickly swelled, giving physical warning of impending orgasm. I guess I could have staved off the inevitable had we paused to let the familiar sensations subside but Sue was having none of it and continued bobbing her head up and down and sucking until I erupted while deep inside her mouth, almost all the way into her throat. Afterward, we sat and discussed things we could have done differently to prolong the fun and decided that if she were to enjoy the taste sensations, we would have to adjust our technique and leave only the corona of my dick inside her lips. She says that cumming with my dick behind her taste buds deprives her of a lot of the fun of going down on me. Her eyes twinkling with mock seriousness, she added, "Almost makes me choke too." Much as it distressed me, I honored her request to not fuck her and we slept in our separate beds that night. I was pretty sure I wouldn't give in to the urge and do it anyway, but felt that distancing myself from temptation might be best for her. It appears that Sue thought so too as she didn't even make a token complaint when I mentioned sleeping in our own beds. Dad and I were riding out to see to our cattle the next morning when he caught me looking toward him and said, "WHAT?" I shook my head and grinned, "What do you mean, 'WHAT,' Dad? I didn't say anything!" Dad laughed and said, "I know but that look said volumes. Something's on your mind. Want to talk about it? Look Son, If it were anyone other than your mother and sister, I'd think it would be in pretty poor taste to be discussing this sort of thing. I know you fucked your mother because I saw you doing it and I'd guess Sue's already told you all about how disappointed we were to discover you and your mother were out riding when we got back home yesterday. So, do you have a problem with what Sue and I did? I know I'm happy for both you and your mother." "I don't know Dad, gives me a sort of weird feeling I guess. Not what Sue or Carol and I do so much but Mom and me? You and Sue?" "I know Jack. Kind of the way I have felt all these years about your mother's and my relationship with the Petersons. I guess we just have to try to keep things in perspective; It's your mother I truly love, the rest of it, well that's love too but different, mostly fun love. Well, except for you and Sue of course, the love parents have for their kids is a special love that is different and isn't supposed to be like what Sue and I did or, for that matter, what you and your mother did. That isn't supposed to happen at all, you know that. Anyhow, think you can keep all this stuff sorted out in your mind?" "I believe so Dad. I know the feelings I have for Carol are much different from the ones I have for Mom and Sue. Aside from the obvious joy I experience when I'm with Mom and Sue and, of course, that they ARE my Mother and Sister, I believe I truly do love Carol." Just then, Dad spotted a heifer standing quite a way away from the rest of the herd and we rode over to see if she was all right. I guess she was as our approach was all it took to get her to her feet and trotting to join the rest of the herd. Whatever, the distraction brought Dad's and my conversation about our intimacies with the women in our family to an end. Dad and I rode separated for a time and that gave me an opportunity to reflect on the new family relationships that had developed with Sue's and my developing maturity. I grinned ruefully when I considered that many, (most?), would consider the bunch of us very immature. And probably with good reason, hell, with Carol close by I didn't need to be having sex with my sister or mother. Along that same vein, Dad, with Mom and Marge for variety, didn't absolutely have to be screwing my sister too. As for the Peterson's, it was only speculation on my part, but I had reason to wonder that Marge and Tom probably were indulging themselves with Pete and Carol. Knowing well the joy Carol and Pete experience when having sex, and that Sue and I had been so tied up with work and with our cousins, we had not had much of a chance to really get together for a while. I would have been terribly surprised to learn they WERE NOT taking care of one another sexually. Later on, after dinner, I asked, "Anyone want to go for a swim?" Mom and Dad declined saying they had a show they really wanted to watch and Sue made a beeline to the phone and called Carol. She got Pete instead but it didn't matter, both of them wanted to join us at the creek for a swim. After breaking the connection, Sue told me the way Pete said 'swim,' she was sure he really meant he wanted to see if his cock could swim up her tunnel of love. Then she laughed and ran to get towels. Actually Sue guessed right. We met Carol and Pete at the creek, stripped and played in the water only long enough to rinse away the day's accumulation of dust and sweat before heading for the grassy creek bank and a lot of lovin. Since it had been more than a week since the four of us had been alone together, Sue and Pete as well as Carol and I were drawn together, almost as though we were magnetized. Carol and I got down and hugged and kissed a bit before moving on to more intimate groping. A quick glance toward my sister and Pete revealed that they were not going to do much in the way of foreplay either. Whatever time we did devote to getting the girls ready seemed to be enough as both were equally eager to get on with it and leave most of the intimacies for later. I believe both girls started getting wet the moment they realized it would be just the four of us at the creek. Carol sighed the moment I reached full penetration and could slide in no further because there was nowhere else to go. She giggled and said, "God Jack, I have missed this big, long cock of yours." "Truth be known Carol, I have missed you too only being up inside you hasn't been all I have missed about you." She giggled when I added, "I DO love your kisses and playing with your titties as well as everything else about you too, you know!" The four of us were mostly silent for the next several minutes. At least we didn't actually say much. Which is not to say we didn't make sounds at all…there were numerous sighs of contentment, groans and whispered urgings to go deeper or harder or whatever. I don't recall hearing either one of them urge us to go faster though. My sister and Carol must have some sort of a secret, unconscious synchronizing system that permits them to get off almost simultaneously. Certainly something must link the girls as a split second after I heard Sue tell Pete she was going to cum, Carol tightened her leg grip on my thighs, did something with the muscles in her pussy and said, "Cum with me Jack, I'm almost there." I had been trying my best to hold off for several Moments but Carol's encouragement broke the dam and I made one last desperate lunge into her pussy and remained rigid while my cock jerked reflexively and sent spurt after spurt of cum way up inside her pussy only to have it forced back alongside me to dribble down the crack of her ass. Clearly Sue's pussy was being filled with cum at the same time. I'm sure that if they were anywhere outside the house where they could have heard sounds that originated at the creek, Mom and Dad and perhaps, Marge and Tom could have heard Pete's shout of joy at the moment of release. Neither Carol nor I were in a hurry to separate after our orgasms but eventually my shrunken cock slipped from her pussy. Then Carol gripped my shoulders and indicated she wanted to roll over until I was on the bottom. Giggling, she said, "Since you put all this mess in me Jack, you may as well be the one it dribbles out onto now." From her position nearby, Sue said, "You got that right Carol. Come on you big lug, roll over so this stuff will have somewhere to go besides all over ME." Her comment was followed immediately by sounds of kissing interspersed with giggles so, without even looking, I knew she and Pete were continuing to have a good time. That was okay because Carol and I were doing the same thing. Because Carol chose to keep her groin in constant motion, she managed to leak an awful lot of cum all over my groin and then smear it all over my hips, thighs, and lower abdomen. If semen has any value as body lotion, both she and I ought to have moist skin over the entire mid sections of our bodies for some time to come. Well, the front mid sections anyway. When we eventually tired of fooling around that way, we got up and went into the creek to try and clean ourselves. How it worked out, I'm not quite certain, but before leaving the water, I found myself cleansing my sister and that was all right. I enjoy feeling her up just as much as I do Carol. She has nice hands too although it probably wasn't necessary to cleanse my cock quite as thoroughly as she did. I didn't complain though. Nor did Pete who was receiving equal treatment from his sister. Whether it was by pre-arranged agreement between the girls or not, I have no idea. I only know that when it was time to leave the water once again, Sue was at my side holding my hand. Carol, of course, was at Pete's side. And we remained paired that way when we stretched out on the ground once again although I suppose I should say when Pete and I stretched out on the ground. Sue managed to arrange herself on her side facing me and with one thigh thrown across my leg. This, of course, left her in a perfect position for humping her pudenda against my upper thigh. A quick glance toward Carol and Pete revealed that Carol, too, had chosen to arrange herself in such a manner that she could dry hump her brother as well. Since neither Pete nor I are immune from that sort of attack from horny girls, our cocks rose to full erection again at about the same time. Surprisingly, it was Carol who first commented, "You know guys, it would certainly be a terrible waste to let nice big hard dicks like these go to waste so if no one objects, I think I'll just take care of Pete. Sue, why don't you go ahead and take care of Jack too?" While it was difficult to observe Carol and Pete while Sue squatted above my rigid cock in preparation to letting herself down to become impaled, I did manage and watched in awe as I saw Carol descend onto Pete and take him way up inside her pussy. Since Carol was doing all the work, Pete seemed as interested in Sue's activities as I was in Carol's. Together, we watched in fascination as our sister's proceeded to fuck us until everyone came again. The principal difference between our current coupling and what had taken place earlier was Pete's and my positions and the identity of the girl we were fucking. That and since Carol had taken the edge off my sperm bank, I had less to give my sister when eventually I could hold back no longer and had to let go. One thing though, we didn't need to roll over to be in position to receive what cum did dribble from our sisters. Once our orgasms passed and while the girls were having fun smearing cum over as much of our bodies as possible, we joined in some pillow talk. Well it would have been pillow talk if we had pillows. Perhaps it is better to say we engaged in post coital languorous conversation. Whatever, it soon became apparent to all that while our family had been distracted with visiting relatives and Sue and I had been entertaining our parents, Pete and Carol had been busy fucking their parents as well. Pete seemed a bit bewildered as to exactly how he and Marge came to be in bed together the first time. Oh, he knew well enough that his mother had asked him to help zip her dress but swears he didn't intentionally brush against her breasts. Nor does he believe she backed into his erection intentionally. He only knows it happened and, while he reached to steady her and managed to cup a breast and place a hand on her pudenda. The resulting chain reaction caused Marge to wiggle her butt against his penis and a giggling grope fest ensued. Hot Ranch Fun Ch. 04 Pete knows the giggling and groping continued for far longer than it ever should have and that, eventually, his desire to feel skin and pubic hair rather than smooth cotton sliding over nylon drove him to delve into his mother's clothing. As for which was the first to begin working zippers and catches, he says he doesn't know but that in time, both of them tumbled, naked, onto the bed and that from there, sex was inevitable. Carol says that it was pure accident that she and her father came along just as Pete and Marge tumbled onto the bed. That they stayed and watched for a moment was deliberate as each wanted to see if the giggling and groping actually resulted in intercourse. When it did, they continued to observe Pete's first few strokes into his mother then Carol says it was an easy matter to lead her father into her bedroom and get him out of his clothing. She grinned when she related that, once naked, Tom willingly helped her out of her clothing and needed no further urging to get onto her bed and ride her to a fantastic orgasm. After telling us that, neither Pete nor Carol was the least bit reticent as they described their experiences with their parents. Carol described, in detail, her trepidation about taking her father's big cock into, as she described it, her tiny pussy but, grinning proudly, she said, "Hell guys, it slid right in just as though we had been doing it right along." Pete grinned and said, "Well Sis, you'll have to admit that Jack and I must have prepared you at least a little bit. Hell, all that only proves your pussy isn't as tiny as you thought, that's all." "Well Bro, you ever hope to get inside me again, you might show a little more respect." We all laughed at that because three of us suspected and one knew for sure that was bullshit. Once the ensuing laughter subsided, Pete revealed how great it was to fuck his mother. He did admit though, "Had I been aware that Dad and Sis had come along and seen me fuck Mom the first time, I might have been a little concerned. At least that very first time. What makes it really terrific is that Dad didn't mind and seeing Mom and me fucking only caused him to want Carol all the more." Carol punched Pete lightly on his upper arm and said, "Hey you guys, I didn't WANT Dad to fuck me. At least not until after I saw Pete and Mom doing it. THAT made me so horny I just had to have Daddy, right then. God, if I had time to think about it, I might just have stayed to watch Pete and Mom so I wouldn't have had to risk being split wide open when Daddy put his fat cock in me." What Pete said next though was really strange. He said, "You know Jack, you have the opportunity, you should have sex with Mom, I'll just bet you'll meet no resistance at all from either your parents or ours." Carol spoke up saying, "Yeah Sue, same goes for you. You ever get the chance, I'm here to tell you, you won't be sorry if you do it with Dad and don't worry, unless I missed the signals and I'm sure I didn't, he'd just love to get a little of your pussy too." After Sue and I related our experiences having sex with our parents, our conversation returned to speculating whether or not all four parents would be open to some sort of a sexual adventure having sex with all of us kids. When once we agreed the scenes we were imagining might just work out, we turned to discussing things we might do to insure that, indeed, everyone would have ample opportunity to have sex with everyone else. We eventually agreed the best way to get everyone involved would probably be to have a group campout Hidden Pond. The girls seemed to be much more excited at the prospect of some sort of a group grope although, the condition of Pete's and my penises gave evidence we certainly were interested in having an opportunity to fuck all of the women in out two families. It was my sister though who giggled mischievously and said, "My God, aren't we terrible? Here we are, discussing how best to fuck and get fucked by everyone we have known and loved all our lives?" Once we determined our best bet would be to get everyone camping at the lake at the same time, it didn't take long to agree to try for the weekend after the next as it would soon be time for all of us kids to head for college. Once we mentioned college, the conversation switched and we agreed the sleeping arrangements we had discovered over the summer months were too good to discontinue. I broached the idea of having Mom call to see if we could get out of our dorm assignments. If we could do that, locating an apartment with two bedrooms would be the next hurdle and Carol had some thoughts on that score. She giggled and said, "Hell, even if we can only find an apartment with one large bedroom we'd be all right. I'd love to sleep in a single bed with the rest of you guys." Sue seemed dubious when she asked, "But what if one of us brings someone home we would like to sleep with? We can't just drag them into bed with the rest of us, can we?" That question precipitated some ribald comments and we never really did get a handle on how best to introduce potential future friends into our cozy living arrangement, if it should ever become a reality. As it was getting late, we gathered our things and carried them as we went our separate ways. Back at the house, Sue and I discussed, briefly, which of our beds to start out in. It went without saying that once we soiled one bed with cum, we would sleep in the other. Since we were already naked, we entered the first bedroom we came to, Sue's, dropped our clothing and towels in a heap and tumbled onto her bed. It was no surprise that we awakened in the morning in my bed.