Chapter 13: The Garden

Hanna has a truck at her house; it’s a 2014 Chevy with a gas engine. That would do Hanna for now. But Emma really needs her own truck.

I left Emma with Hannah. They were moving Emma’s personal things over to Hanna’s house. Hanna would take the master bedroom, and Emma would take Hanna’s old room. I would return in the morning with feed.

I got home and found out Izzy was feeling strange. It’s not terribly bad, just off a little somehow.

I was going through the motions that night. I had a lot on my mind. I needed to help the two girls I visited today to set up and run their farms effectively. I then felt I needed to return to planting crops.

I took care of two girls that night in a cursory manner and one the next morning. By then, my cum was getting thin. My mind had been on Hanna’s fine body for all three of the girls at my house. By now, I had a rotation going. Everly took care of the list.

After breakfast, I had Izzy and Everly ride along with me. They needed to see the farms. We went by a Ford dealership. They have a used car area, and I was looking for a pre-2010 diesel pickup, one that does not use DEF.

Pickups 15 years old and older here are all high mileage. I had wanted an early model because of the DEF. I will have to show Emma how to add DEF every time she gets fuel. I ended up selecting a 2016 F-250 for Emma. It’s a diesel truck with 73K miles. It would last her forever or until the good fuel ran out.

I had no idea exactly how long the diesel fuel would last sitting in a fuel tank. I had brought her three jugs of DEF. We would go over that.

We stopped at the Thompson’s farm and filled the back of the new pickup up with feed sacks for Emma’s place.

We got out to Hanna’s, and I introduced Izzy and Everly to Hanna. They took the 2-cent tour of Hanna’s farm, and the four of us took my truck and Emma’s new 2016 Ford F250 Lariat to her. It was new to Emma.

I made sure that Izzy and Everly both saw the two places and that Emma would need help very soon. That was so the IPP pigs could return to the diet they were accustomed to. That would significantly reduce the need for grain-based feed.

We offloaded the feed for Emma. Izzy and Everly talked with Emma and Hanna about what kind of help they needed. Now that I had Izzy and Everly onboard, they would handle that.

I spent the rest of the day in the tractor planting. We had a light rain overnight, and I wanted to get my seeds in the ground before the ground got soupy from the next rail. The more modern tractors have computerized auto-steer systems. The older International Harvester tractors don’t have that. They use markers.

A marker is basically a metal arm that comes out, and as you move down the field, it etches a line in the dirt. On your next pass, you line up the tractor on that line so you stay straight and on your path. I was planting the old-fashioned way, which involved both physical and mental work.

I was feeding and watering the ducks and turkeys in the morning and at night, as well as doing the planting. I was coming home and showering. I’d eat dinner, and then two girls would visit me for sex, and I would immediately fall asleep.

After three days of this routine, I woke up in the morning, and someone was very tenderly jacking me off.

I was half dreaming and half awake. I had been dreaming about my cousin Melody. She came to live with us when I was 12, and she was 10 years old. Her father had remarried. Uncle Frank’s wife had died two years earlier of cancer.

He felt he needed a mother for his daughter. His new wife was younger, quite lusty, and very demanding.

After three months, my Uncle’s new wife decided she did not want to raise someone else’s child. It was her or Melody.

After weeks of screaming matches from Melody and her stepmother, Melody was moved in with us. That went on for a while. Eventually, we realized it would not change. Melody stayed a lot longer than temporary. She stayed with us until she married and moved out.

My parents were used to getting up and going to work really early. We had one bathroom, and the three of us had our bath times in the evening. I bathed after feeding the critters in the late afternoon. Dad showered around 7:30, and Mom would sit in the tub for a while just before going to bed.

Melody had decided to take her baths around 6:00 or 6:30 a.m. She wanted her very long baths, and that way, she would fit into our schedule.

She would partially drain the tub, add more hot water, and drag her bath out for 45 minutes or almost an hour. She had no problem with me coming in to pee while she sat in the tub soaking. At ten, this was not much of an imposition.

At the age of 11, it became weird; Melody began to sprout bumps. After that, I tried to avoid her and the bathroom early in the morning. I had no idea how I felt. When she turned 13, I avoided her as much as I could.

As she got older, she got more precocious as time went on. She got to where she was only partly clothed when my parents were at work. By the time she was 18, she was quite an exhibitionist.

There was no part of Melody’s body I had not seen, and often. I had seen it all numerous times. She tried her feminine wiles out on me, but I was scared to death of doing anything. She didn’t seem normal to me.

At 18, she became pregnant with a 19-year-old man. My parents had allowed her to date early.

The lovebirds had a quick shotgun wedding of sorts. The shotgun was unnecessary. They wanted to get married, and the pregnancy was their way of getting permission. Melody had 7 kids with three different husbands before she had her tubes tied by age 30.

I think I got my predilection for casual nudity from her. I was nowhere as bad as her, but I did enjoy walking around with proper airflow. Having seen her pee a hundred times, I got in the habit of using toilet paper to pat my glans dry.

I also, somewhere later, added rinsing my dick several times a day. I realized when I went down on a woman, and she had that pee taste, that was an imposition to me.

Liking my dick to be licked, I realized a clean and dry dick went a long way in getting a good BJ with fewer complaints. Eating a girl’s pussy also allowed me to enjoy sex. I did not worry about illegitimate children that way. I was always careful of the women I bedded.

Having been in the Caribbean around sailboats a lot, nudity was well accepted down there. Folks would anchor their boats a few hundred feet away from each other. They could enjoy a completely free lifestyle without the clutter of unnecessary clothes. Nude, we would talk across the water to each other. There was a certain camaraderie amongst sailboaters.

I have no idea why my mind went back to Melody when I was being jacked off. It had been Peyton who was working me over. As soon as she saw my eyes, she climbed aboard. It was evidently her turn again.

After a quick breakfast, I headed out with a coffee mug filled with black coffee. I took care of the ducks and turkeys and went to look at the garden plot. I had a printout of what was planted, along with the planting locations marked on the map.

I had not looked closely at the garden plot. At the time, it looked like it was just a field of dirt with green sprigs coming up. There was a macro-driven spreadsheet for just the garden alone. I had a map printout I had made for this year’s planting. This year’s crop was supposedly planted already.

I was happy. It had all been planted. Weeks earlier, I had seen just dirt. Now, it had things sprouting up all over. I had not given it much thought. Examining the garden’s map layout provided only an approximate idea of where things were planted.

Up close, I saw skinny pop-sickle sticks in the garden. They listed the vegetables that had been planted in each area. On one side of the popsicle stick, in Sharpie, was the English word for what was there in that spot. On the back of it was the Spanish equivalent. In another month, we could start harvesting fresh vegetables.

Surrounding the garden was a wide moat of different stinky plants. There are natural insect repellents and mammal repellents. I recognized borage, chives, dill, and garlic, among others.

I needed someone for the garden right now, a couple or three someones. It needs weeding now. I know there are several small cultivators. They looked like battery-powered mini rototillers.

I needed help, and I need it now.

I got a text from Chen and Li. Chicks were hatching out. I headed straight for Caldwell Feed and Seed. I picked up a 25-pound bag of starter mix and several chick-size feeders and waterers. I dropped them off with Chen and Li, and we talked about the chicks.

They loved the little peeps staggering around looking for food. I told them they had to dip each chick’s beak in the water. That’s how the chicks know where water is. They find the food on their own when the first one starts pecking in the tiny feed tray.

I went home and made a very stiff drink. I went to the office and shut the door. Most girls who wanted to go online used their iPhones. I need time to think. It was nearing the 10-day limit I had set.

I needed to make them do it. How? I thought about that a bit. I needed to get all of them in the same room at the same time so they could see me and I could see them. It’s about to be a come-to-Jesus moment for them.