Both well over 6 feet tall with straight, dark hair, high cheekbones, and long, angular faces. They were the sort of faces you see on fashion runways,...except that the Cooper sisters were far too curvy to be models. I did not have fantasies about my mother, because that would be sick, but I was a red blooded, 15 year old boy; my aunt featured regularly. Although, since I was jerking off 2 to 5 times a day, pretty much any girl I met who was my age or older, had made at least one guest. We finally stopped at a group of girls chatting. Most of them walked away, leaving behind a busty redhead in a green gown. "Well?" Natalie asked as she looked at me."Well, what?" I asked, trying not to be impolite.The redhead snickered. "He doesn't recognize me," she laughed."I know," Natalie laughed as they both stood there staring at me.I concentrated and tried to remember this young woman in front of me."Sorry, but I can't," I said, shrugging."Take away the red hair," Natalie said."The. He was holding the reins of another horse that already had my saddle on it.I looked at Ranger's stall, the horse I usually rode, then back at the horse, then at Dad. He held out the reins to me."Happy birthday son!"Whoopee!! My own horse! I danced a little happy dance in my head, but managed to only grin at Dad."Awesome Dad! Thank you, thank you!"I took the reins and touched the horses mind with my thoughts. We tried each other on for size, and I think we were both pretty happy right off the. ’ With the grin still in place she replied, ‘I like your Bubba outfit, it fits you in a weird way. Bubba with a pony tail, that’s an interesting mix.’ She stood next to me as I ordered a beer. When the bartender brought it, Madison asked, ‘You want to sit at the bar or move to a table? I noticed you were at a table last night.’ ‘I prefer a table, that way I can stretch out my old legs,’ I said with a grin. As we moved to the table in the corner where I had sat last night, Madison said, ‘You.