Living Next Door to Heaven 2
2: Judgment

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Coming of Age Sex Story: 2: Judgment - Brian and his clan have survived high school, have found love, have formed into casa, and are ready to move to El Rancho del Corazón to go to college at IU. Rhonda has come out of her shell, is the new producer for their TV show, and is Brian's newest lover. The parents are all behind the clan moving in together on the ranch that Anna purchased and leased to them. They are ready to conquer the world. It should be easy from here on. Right? RIGHT???

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Consensual   Romantic   Fiction   Rags To Riches   Polygamy/Polyamory   Anal Sex   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Safe Sex   Nudism  

The phone was ringing at seven in the morning and Dad had grabbed it in his room before I could get untangled to get the phone in the living room.

"Brian! This one's for you to handle. I'll be out in a minute." I stumbled on out to the living room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"This is Ron Worth, your contractor out on your farm. I know Rose said she'd be out at nine o'clock, but we have cement trucks and a crew scheduled this morning to pour the foundation of the modular. I need to get them cancelled if they can't work this morning. It might cost us a load of cement if they are already turning."

"Dang, Ron. We have to call the sheriff to see if we can get in. They had it roped off for the fire investigator yesterday. Our foundation shouldn't be affected, so let me see what he says. I'll call you back in a few minutes."

"Okay. Time's ticking. I'll get off."

He hung up and Dad was standing beside me. I explained the situation briefly and he dialed Sheriff Donaldson's number. He used the phone in the bedroom and I made coffee. Dad came out a couple minutes later.

"Go ahead and call him back. Jim says we should be able to continue work on the foundation, but we need to get out there this morning, too. They have preliminary results of the investigation," Dad said. "Get dressed."

Well, we were partly dressed. Rose had taken enough time to call home and tell Courtney where we'd be after I called the contractor. It didn't take long for us to pull up to the McDonald's drive-through to get breakfast sandwiches and more coffee.


We got to the ranch before either the sheriff or the contractor arrived. The deputy on duty called in and told us to go ahead, but stay outside the yellow tape. Dad and I walked around the excavation. We had a set of the plans for the modular with us and he said that as long as we were here we might as well take a couple of measurements. The places where the plumbing, sewer, and electric were set to enter the house had to be exactly according to the plans from the modular company or they wouldn't match the units when they were ready to be installed. Without the house, we really needed that modular. It would be the only place on the property habitable for a while. I still didn't know what we'd do to replace the house. I hoped we could.

Damn it! It wasn't just our home. That was bad enough. It was also our studio and anticipated source of income. I hadn't thought about that. There wasn't a chance we'd get a replacement that had those high ceilings and open kitchen plan. We were going to have to look for a new studio.

The contractor led a crew in four pickup trucks onto the property and they parked next to his trailer. Ron headed for Dad and me immediately.

"Don't you trust that we measured it?" he started.

"Never hurts to measure twice," I said extending my hand. He hesitated and then shook it a little begrudgingly.

"Sure. You don't have to worry, though. We guaranteed that the foundation would be ready for correct installation of the modular. If it doesn't fit, I have to fix it."

"Thank you for the reminder on that, Mr. Worth," Rose said. "Sometimes those little guarantees get forgotten until it's too late to get a timely remedy. With the units arriving in less than two weeks, we won't have time to redo anything. Especially with our current living situation." She nodded toward the burned out house. Ron Worth looked at Rose and then shook his head chuckling.

"You folks know something? I wouldn't have taken this contract for a bunch of kids under most circumstances. From the first time we met, and Mrs. Pratt wouldn't talk to us, I realized there was something special about you all," he said. "Eighteen and nineteen year-olds don't get that kind of respect from their parents unless they've earned it. Ladies. Brian, we're going to get this unit up as quickly as possible so you'll have a place to live. And it will be right. Then we'll help you figure out what to do about the mess over there. I'm sorry about the loss of the other house. Damned shame. Now if you'll excuse me, we need to get the moisture barrier and rebar in place before that first truck gets here." He nodded to us and turned to get his crews in motion. Dad put a hand on my shoulder and nodded.

About that time Sheriff Donaldson rolled up and the fire inspector right behind him. I saw the other deputy take off. A fence contractor was right behind the inspector.

We shook hands all the way around with Sheriff Donaldson introducing each of us to Dan Armitage, the fire inspector. Of course, he was focused on Anna. She was, after all, the property owner.

"I'm afraid we need to fence off the damaged site for safety and security," he started. "Even though I found no direct sign of a malicious act against your property involving fire, there are questionable bits that require some lab work. In other words, while I don't think at the moment that it was arson, I was told about your confrontation with the adjuster yesterday. I'm securing the site so that you can request a State Investigator for a second opinion. It's likely your insurance company will want an independent investigation, as well. What I found last night as I was crawling around in the cellar was what appeared to be rat-chewed wires. The question remains as to how that contributed to the fire starting after the power had been on for two weeks. The lab work will reveal if there were any unexpected substances on or near the wires."

"So our insurance should cover it then," Anna said, breathing a sigh of relief. "What was the name of that adjuster, Harry? I'm going to call him and tell him to get his ass over here. Well, if I had a phone, anyway."

"Be patient, sweetheart. Rex is on his way. He'll straighten them out."

"And it's not a sure thing, Ms. Pratt," Dan said. "The insurance company might contest the findings. State Law is getting tougher on insurers, but most will do anything possible to minimize a claim."

"Insurance is a racket," Sheriff Donaldson said.

"You remember the old Fergusson place?" Dan said, nodding his head at the sheriff. "That's exactly what happened to him. Place got hit by a tornado. He had it on the market for over half a million and the insurance company settled for $125,000. They said the real estate hadn't been damaged and was still worth the same as before. It was only the house that was damaged and it wasn't worth much. Still put Fergy pretty much on the street after the settlement."

"Shit!" I said.

"I think we can all agree with that," Dad said.


The fencing contractor had to stake out an area with a ten-foot perimeter around the house. That put it right out into the driveway. Ron tested the ground and determined the cement trucks could navigate the grassy edge without getting bogged down. We talked for a while, though, and agreed that we needed to do some quick excavating this week in order to prepare a firm surface for the trucks delivering the modular. They were going to drive in here with a freakin' house!

The first cement truck arrived and I looked over to see the guys all set up with trowels, levels, long bars, and implements I couldn't recognize. Ron directed the truck and in about ten minutes, cement was spewing out its trough and was being guided into the trenches and beam cuts. Another truck was waiting in the drive before that one was empty. No wonder they needed so many guys out there. They were hustling to get the cement leveled and to tamp out bubbles as fast as the truck dumped its load.

Trucks kept coming for several hours. It took seven big mixer trucks to bring in enough concrete. If it weren't for that damned chain link fence and the charred ruin behind it, this would have been a really exciting day.

The power company showed up with a pole digger and had a new, albeit short, pole installed near the trailer. Then wire-stringers showed up to run a line down the off-edge of the driveway so none of the construction trucks had to cross under it. They also ran the power lines for the modular as far as the barn. The line was coiled there and would be run across to the bunkhouse after the installation.

Rex Davis arrived about ten o'clock and took Dad and Anna off to work on the insurance claim. There was nothing Rose or Jennifer or I could do regarding that. The insurance was on Anna's property. About one o'clock, just after we'd come back from getting McDonald's for everyone, Doug, Rachel, and Doreen drove in, followed by Sora and Donna pulling the trailer.

Ron had taken a few minutes to go over our plan for housing while we were waiting for the others to show up. He pointed out that there was an RV pad back next to the barn. He thought it was mostly for storage as the area for entrance was pretty tight. But it did have a sewer hookup and power run from the barn. It had the added advantage of water. I was impressed with how well Sora backed her family's trailer into the little space we had.

I got girlfriend greetings from all four of the girls who had just arrived. Donna and Sora were all over me as soon as the trailer was parked. Then Rachel and Doreen each demanded some deep kissing to welcome them to El Rancho del Corazón. I was thinking seriously about hauling Doreen into the trailer immediately.

"Where are Anna and Harry?" Rachel asked breathlessly when we were finished kissing.

"They went into town with Rose's dad to talk to the insurance adjuster," I said. "What's up?"

"I have such cool things! I need to stake out a space in the barn to set up my drafting table. There isn't enough room in the trailer," Rachel bubbled. "We talked to the modular builder in Nappanee. We swung by there this morning before we met up with Donna and Sora. I picked up plans they said we could modify for a new house."

"Really? You think we can replace the old house with something that is just as good?" Jennifer asked.

"Better!" Rachel answered. "They gave me an instruction book on how to customize the plans. We could get a 4,000 square foot house on this lot, complete with the kind of kitchen you want, and probably come in well below what the insurance will pay for replacement cost. Five bedrooms and four full baths. With enough room in the living room/family room area to have the entire clan over for one of your home-cooked meals!"

"Rachel! Slow down! We don't even know what Anna will get for a settlement. It looks bleak. And then she is the one who will have to approve the plans," I said.

"I'm going to occupy a horse stall and turn it into my interim office," Rachel declared. "I'll sell her on the idea."

I glanced over at Doug. He had a complete fish-out-of-water look on his face. I decided maybe the guys should take a walk and let the girls jump up and down over things for a while. We headed toward where they were still leveling cement and then turned toward the pasture.

"She is so excited!" Doug said. "I mean, you know Rachel. She can really get excited. But I've never seen her like this. She was on the phone half the day yesterday with the people over in Nappanee. Man, I think they might have offered her a job. She's been talking about how this is the first one she will design."

"I don't know how you can keep up with her," I laughed. "She was pretty overwhelming just now."

"Well, you know what that means?" Doug asked. "Tonight, either she is going to crash before sundown and sleep till morning, or she'll be too excited to sleep and I'll get ridden until I can't stay up anymore. You know, I always thought that Liz was the insatiable one in our group. Especially when she decided she wanted both you and me. But Rachel ... I'm kind of glad I've got help with her. If she goes like I think she will tonight, I might send her to be with you tomorrow, just so I can get some sleep."

"Shit, Doug. I don't even know how to respond to that. I've got four girls here who want attention, and I'm betting your sister does, too. How am I supposed to handle all that?"

"With both hands, cousin. With both hands."


"We're going on down to Evansville tonight," Sora said as I hugged her behind the barn.

"Tonight?" I said. "Why so quickly. I thought you'd stay with us tonight."

"Donna promised her parents she'd help them get ready to move. She's been through it enough times to not want her parents to face the move alone. There's so much packing to do, even though she and Rhonda are out of the house," Sora said. "I think Donna wants to check for things they should bring up here. She won't move anything here yet, but she'll pack them so they are marked for here."

"It's so tough on them," I sighed. "Maybe we should all go help them move."

"Kind sentiments, but I don't think that's the kind of help you're best equipped for now."

"They probably aren't ready to see me packing things in their house," I said.

"There's another way you could help," Sora said, pressing her lips against mine. We let our tongues play together. I touched her breast with my fingers and she pushed it toward me. I could hardly breathe when we finally stopped kissing.

"Um ... how can I help?"

"Just keep doing what you started. I'm a little horny and I'm pretty sure Donna is a lot horny. I miss you, Brian." Sora grabbed hold of me in a fierce hug.

I'd never even thought we would be lovers, but she and Donna were the next in line after Whitney. I wasn't going to leave her hanging. We just walked into the pasture and lay down. We didn't even get our clothes all the way off before I had a rubber on and was pushing into her steamy center. She'd be a sophomore at IU this year and I was really looking forward to her, shall we say, guidance this year. She was certainly guiding me now. She lifted her left leg up and hooked my neck with the back of her heel, pulling me down to her lips. As I descended, I penetrated, and then I ascended.


I got a quick look at Rachel's new studio in 'Stall One' of the barn. Stall One was pristine and was the nearest to the front door of the barn. The whole floor of the barn was hard-packed clay. It didn't even seem dusty.

"Look at this one," she said as I came in. "It's almost ideal right out of the box. There's a large living room and a master suite on one side and what they call a 'great room' on the other side. It's kind of like a kitchen/family room/dining room combination. Then the living room is an ell off of it. Upstairs there are four more bedrooms."

"It looks huge, Rachel. How could we ever afford something like that?"

"It's neither as big nor as expensive as it looks from the plans. It's just 3,500 square feet. That's roughly what the farmhouse was," she bubbled. "Look, this is even better. The second floor is all above the living room and master suite. The whole great room is like an atrium with a really high ceiling and it's almost all windows along this wall. It's perfect for the studio kitchen."

"It does look perfect," I admitted.

"Almost. The downside is that there is only one bath upstairs for four bedrooms. And the bedrooms are a little small. I think it should be cut to make it just three bedrooms up. If we combine these two bedrooms into a new master suite and add an en suite bath, it would relieve a lot of traffic problems in the morning."

"Why would we need two master suites?" I asked stupidly.

"Well, why don't we call the main one downstairs the patrón suite and the one upstairs the matrón suite?"

"What? You think I don't want to sleep with him?" Rose asked. She'd adapted to the title of matrón a lot more quickly than I had to patrón.

"Oh, no! But there might be nights when our patrón is entertaining one or two or five girls, and you don't want to be buried under them. Or, you might need to do a little entertaining yourself, luscious." We just got to giggling about that. I left Rachel to her dreams. I really didn't think we'd be able to afford that kind of a house. It was pretty cool, though. And it gave us some hope.


I caught up with Donna outside. I managed to get beside her and steer her to a quiet spot behind the construction trailer.

"Would you like some private time with me before you head down to your parents' house?" I whispered to her.

"Why? Um ... you mean... ?" She looked at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. "Brian! You mean you still want to make love with me?"

"Donna, of course I do! Why wouldn't I, my compañera?"

"Well ... but..." Tears were sparkling in her eyes. Oh shit! Is she going to tell me she's breaking up with me? "But you have Rhonda now!" she blurted out.

"Oh no! Oh, Donna, I thought you were okay with that. Please don't break up with me because of your sister. I didn't know," I pled.

"No-no! That's not what I mean. I mean..." The tears were definitely coming now. "Now that you have the real thing, I didn't think you'd want the substitute anymore." It took me seconds to comprehend what she was saying. How could I have ever let her think that? I wrapped her in my arms.

"Donna. Oh, dear, sweet Donna. You are not a substitute. Yes, I know you look similar. Sometimes I have trouble telling your voices apart. But that is not why I love you. I love you. Did you hear that? I love you," I repeated. "I have never considered you a stand-in for your sister. I couldn't have. I love you for you. You found your way into my heart before you ever went off to college and Rhonda moved. Please don't ever doubt how much I love you and I want you, Donna."

She was a weeping mess. How could I have been so stupid as to let her think that I would dump her when I had Rhonda?

"I never thought I would fall in love with you," she sobbed. "I didn't want to fall in love with you. I thought I'd just take advantage of you while you were waiting for my sister. Not the first time. That was different. I just couldn't not be with you. But then when you kept inviting me back and I kept coming back and everyone else seemed to want me. I let myself slip and fall in love with you. What am I going to do? How am I ever going to leave?"

"Why would you leave, honey?"

"Next week. I'm going to Chicago for my internship at the Field Museum."

"It's only for the summer. And Chicago isn't even as far as Oberlin."

"School is so far away from here. Now, instead of Rhonda being 500 miles away from you, I'm 500 miles away."

"Donna, we'll do whatever is necessary to keep us together. It's temporary," I said.

"But that's just it. My chosen field. If I continue with this degree, my job could take me anywhere. What if I have to move to Africa or India or China? How can I ever leave you?"

I rocked her in my arms. It was all I could do. We'd made a huge step with most of us coming to Bloomington for college. Of my casa, Elaine was in Indianapolis, but that was only ninety minutes away. Nicki would be in Rhode Island. Cassie and Josh would still be in Mishawaka with Mary. And Donna was at Oberlin. I was pretty sure that Nicki, Cassie, Mary, and Josh would scarcely miss me. Nicki had always been a little strange and was more likely to miss Liz than me. The other three would probably form their own casa eventually. I couldn't imagine they would want to stay a part of our group if Josh really became a minister, or missionary, or something. Elaine had already said she planned to spend weekends with us unless she was in production. Poor Donna. She would be the most isolated of all of us.

"Make love to me, Donna? Please? We can use the trailer," I said.

I took Donna's hand and we walked to Sora's travel trailer, glanced around to see who was watching us, and went in. We headed straight for the bedroom and Donna started removing her clothes.

"Wait," I said softly. She turned. "Let me."

She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt with flip-flops. I pulled her to me and kissed her. We edged to the bed and managed to lie down without breaking the kiss. I slid my hand up under her t-shirt along her back and sprung the catch on her bra. She caught her breath, but I just kept stroking her back, not moving to her suddenly free breasts. I dragged my hand around front to her tummy and she rolled her body slightly away from me while keeping her tongue in my mouth to give me better access to her front. I didn't move up to her breasts, though. After dipping just to the waistband of her shorts, I pulled my hand away from her. She moaned. When I ran my hand up the back of her leg and under the hem of her shorts and panties to cup her butt she whined into my mouth and smashed herself against me.

"Oh! You surprised me again. I thought you'd touch my breast and you got my behind instead. Brian, touch me some more. Your touch does such wonderful things to me."

I was only too happy to oblige. This time, I did lift her shirt and bra off, and buried my face in those perfect titties, kissing and tonguing her nipples as I pushed her shorts and underpants off her butt. She managed to wiggle them on down and kick them off her feet. It didn't take long for her to get me naked either. Rose had stuffed my pocket with condoms this morning after counting up how many possible lovers I would have at the ranch today. Donna simply didn't want to stop kissing me, even to get the condom on, but I managed one-handed. She rolled to her back and opened her legs, pulling my cock to her wet center. I hesitated there and felt her fingers dig into my ass.

"Please?" she said. "Please make love to me."

I sank slowly into my college lover and we moved together. It was soft and gentle. Each movement brought us closer. The light touches of her hands on my back, of my fingers on her butt, drove us closer and closer. I was determined not to come before her and she seemed just as determined to outwait me. It worked. I couldn't hold back any longer and pushed into her as far as I could go, just touching the end of her canal and the hard cervix there. She gasped with my first spurt and then gasped again with the second as the tip of the condom filled. Then, with a long, low whine, she clasped down on my cock and I felt every muscle in her pussy flutter as she came.

We continued to kiss and nibble at each other. Eventually we could breathe again and I began to wilt. I pulled out and grabbed the condom.

"I am not going to be another Joanne," Donna murmured. "She was so stupid. She left true love to have fame and fortune. I won't be like her."

Joanne. My Heaven. In her way, she brought me Donna, too.

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