Chapter 22

Our first weekend with Jim in the house went quietly except for the frequent outbursts of swearing from Kathy’s room. I would bet that Kathy had twenty orgasms in two days. Mom just shook her head and smiled when a fresh outburst echoed through the house. No wonder Mom discovered us fucking! The outbursts from Kathy had a spin-off. Lila and Annie were hornier too. I spent most of Saturday in bed with them. My only respite was when we went to pick up Jim’s stuff.

His house was nice and neat. When he told us he had model airplanes, I had envisioned a few on stands in his room. He probably had a hundred in his room. Some of them were pretty large, and he showed us two that were radio-controlled. It was pretty amazing. His mom worried about what he should take, and I convinced her that we could pick up whatever he needed after work. He took mostly jeans, work shirts, T-shirts, shorts, socks, and underwear. I reminded him to bring his sport coat, slacks, dress shirt, and tie for weekend dinners. His eyes got big remembering the last one. I talked him into bringing one of the RC airplanes and the gear to fly it. I made him promise to show me how to fly it.

We put his clothes in Kathy’s room, and he was officially moved in when he put his toothbrush in the holder besides Kathy’s. She got all gushy over that and took him back to bed. They only got out of bed to eat and go to the bathroom for the next day and a half.

Lila called home to tell her parents she was alive and that she wanted to move here and have Mom adopt her. She said later that she didn’t know why her parents wouldn’t let her. They were that disinterested in what Lila did. Their life was the club, their charity endeavors, and work. Lila said she was a fairy baby that they found under a mushroom. It might have been true.

We called Anita and Greta Sunday night when Jim and Kathy were eating. Anita said she was jealous that Lila was here getting all of the good loving. We told her about the two days at the cabin and about Jim. Her first question to Kathy was, “Is he a good lover?” Jim about choked on that one. Kathy said he was a fantastic lover and he had a nice fat cock that stayed hard all weekend. That really made him choke, and I was pounding his back as Anita groaned and said she was going to come for a visit soon.

Greta was glad to hear from us and said she was getting along, but there was no end in sight for the divorce unless he was charged, and who knew if or when that would happen. Her daughter was celebrating her thirteenth birthday that week, and Greta was trying to make it a happy one for her. Mom reminded Greta to be happy herself, and it would rub off on her daughter. Unfortunately, that started Greta crying, and Mom picked up the phone to talk privately. They talked for an hour, and Mom said Greta was having a hard time. She called Anita back, and they talked about Greta for a long time.

Mom told us to go to bed early Sunday night because 5:30 came awfully early. The women let me go to bed alone at 9:00, and Mom had taken Chuck to bed at 8:30 when Steph left. Of course, Jim was already in bed.

The alarm went off at 5:30, and I quickly shut it off. The girls would get up in an hour with Mom. I rousted Jim, and we met downstairs for a fast breakfast. Mom had made sandwiches for our lunch, and we had coolers with pop and lemonade. We piled in my car, and it was barely light. I bought coffee at a convenience store on the way to the site. We were pretty excited, and I was thrilled that I was starting my first job.

The site was in a new subdivision. We parked between two pickup trucks and a company van. I had met our foreman a few times at the office. He was a big, barrel-chested old guy named Harley. He saw us coming and yelled, “Well, look what the cat dragged out of bed! You boys look a bit sleepy, and my, my, look at those new boots! My, my, my!” He laughed and shook my hand, just about crushing every bone in it. I introduced Chuck and Jim. He shook their hands, and I couldn’t help grin when they winced.

“You pansies have hands like a faggot dancer. Get some gloves out of the van.” I blushed and trotted to the van. I should have thought to bring gloves. He showed us how to fill out our time cards, then he led us over to the hole for the basement of the house to be built and pointed down in the bottom.

“You pansies, get some shovels from the trailer and start digging the footings. I want them 24 inches wide, 28 inches deep, and no more than a sixteenth inch from plumb and level. The reference point is that stake with the red flag in the center. Don’t ever move that stake!” We were gaping at him, not knowing where to start.

“Well, I see I have me some beginner grubbers. Come on, you pansies, get your shovels.” Thus started our education into the finer points of digging holes. We had to learn how to dig, where to dig, what to dig, how to dig safely, and where to put what we dug. Let me tell you, digging is hard work! It took us all day to dig the footings, compact the dirt, check the level and square, and clean our shovels. I had no idea you sharpened and oiled a shovel. Harley was always checking what we did and calling us faggot pansies. I was quivering tired when the day ended. The guys running the excavator and Bobcat thought we were pretty funny. I felt like an idiot all day. I was exhausted, but Jim and Chuck were worse. They fell asleep on the way home.

We staggered into the house, and Mom immediately sent us back to the garage to take our clothes off. We were grimy and dirty. We trooped in wearing our skivvies and headed for the showers. I didn’t even get a kiss until I was clean. I spent the first fifteen minutes under the shower just letting it beat on me soothingly. God, it felt good! They had fixed us a spaghetti feast, and we ate like starving orphans. We felt better as we ate and we related the tale of our first day and the fact that we were “faggot pansies.” The girls thought we were pretty funny.

They related their day, and Annie talked about how nice the people in the office were. Kathy and Lila had spent the day in the warehouse filing. Lila bragged that she had gotten her hands dirty. When we laughed, she was indignant: “Why, I’ll have y’all know that a proper Southern lady never gits dirty, nor does she perspire.” We laughed again, and I asked her what happened when we were having sex and she was wet.

“Why, the proper Southern lady may glisten, but she never perspires. A Southern lady has never been known to sweat.” She couldn’t help smiling after that one. Mom didn’t have to tell us to go to bed early. Chuck almost fell asleep at dinner.

I was stiff and sore the next morning. When I went to brush my teeth, I couldn’t hold the toothbrush! My hands didn’t want to work! Jim was even worse than I was. He was almost crying; he was so sore. We managed to get some breakfast and head to the site. I bought donuts with our coffee this time. The second day seemed worse than the first. We had to dig a sidewalk and do landscaping at a house that was almost done. I was beginning to hate my shovel. My back was killing me, and my hands were so weak that I kept dropping the damn shovel. Harley thought we were some “serious faggot pansies.” I was beginning to agree with him. I had a serious problem sharpening and oiling my shovel that night. I wanted to throw it in the dumpster. Jim, Chuck, and I began thinking up different ways to destroy our shovels. That night, I almost fell asleep driving home. We were worse company that night, and I fell asleep while Annie was talking to me.

Wednesday, we got to build a landscape wall of stacked blocks, heavy blocks. I’d bet we carried a thousand of them. The pallets of blocks had been set in the driveway at the front of the lot, and we had to carry them in wheelbarrows to the back and stack them in perfect rows. I swear that Harley could spot a block that 1/8th inch off at a hundred yards! After we built the wall, we had the privilege of shoveling the backfill for the whole 200-foot wall we had built. It was dark when we got home that night. We were so tired that I fell asleep at the table. Annie complained that we were too tired for sex, and Kathy was whining to Mom that Jim was limp all the time. Mom laughed and said it would get better. We didn’t care; we just wanted to sleep.

By Friday, the soreness was gone in our hands and backs. We were still tired when we got home, but at least we carried on a conversation, and no one fell asleep. I managed to keep a hard-on up long enough to fuck Annie and Lila before I fell asleep.

We had to work until noon on Saturday, and we felt great on the way home. Jim yelled for Kathy to get her clothes off and in bed as we stripped our jeans and shirts in the garage. She squealed, and I could hear her scamper upstairs. There was a fast shower for Jim. Annie and Lila were a little more civilized. We ate lunch before we went to bed. Steph and Mom led Chuck to bed as he was eating a piece of cake.

Lila’s last week seemed to fly by. She flew home on Saturday, and we were all crying at the airport.

The next three weeks flew by. Now we could lay out our own footings and set the forms! I took great pride in the day Harley checked our forms and said, “You faggots did a fair job.” As we learned how to dig, I gained an appreciation of how Mom ran the company. The crews were busy every day the weather permitted, and we were rarely pulled off one job for another. The work was done on time, and no corners were cut. The day we started a big foundation, Harley brought a laser level, and that house foundation was perfect when we were finished with the footing forms. I could now sharpen and oil my shovel in a minute. The thing I hated was getting mud on my shovel. It was hard to get off. I could even tell my shovel from the others by the wear on the handle. I knew my life had changed when I realized that I only wanted to dig with “my” shovel. That brought a big laugh from Chuck and Jim.

I was telling Chuck, as we worked one day, that we hadn’t seen or heard from Trina, her mother, or Elaine since we started work. We both thought that was odd.

The Friday before the 4th of July, we got off work at 4:00 and didn’t have to be back until Tuesday. The company picnic was Saturday afternoon in the park behind our house. It was a pretty nice affair. Mom had tents set up, and a caterer brought the food and drink. There was beer by the keg, and I was surprised at how many people came. There were over a hundred employees and at least another 250 family members. There were pony rides, fun races, and a balloon clown for the kids. Softball, volleyball, sack races, and card tables for the adults. Mom dressed in slacks and a white company golf shirt, looking like the boss, and she acted like the boss.

It was midway through the afternoon when Anita and Greta yelled at me from the sidelines of the softball game I was in. I had a guy on the bench take my position, and I ran over to them for big hugs and wet kisses. They walked me back toward Mom, telling me they had just flown in from Minneapolis and were with us until the Monday after next. They both looked great, and I told them so. I got compliments from them too. They thought I looked very handsome with my tan, and I looked more rugged. I laughed and told them that driving a shovel was making me a man. Annie, Kathy, Chuck, Steph, and Jim were with Mom when we got back to the tent where Mom ran the show. Mom told us we didn’t have to stay and we could go back to the house. She apologized to Anita and Greta that she had to stay until the end at 7:00. Annie and Kathy said they would stay with Mom and help. Chuck and I were to take Anita and Greta back to the house; wink, wink.

Greta blushed. Anita just gave Mom a hug, saying, “I promise we won’t break them.” Mom laughed and told Anita to hurry to the house before her panties fell off. I took Anita’s hand, and Chuck took Greta’s as we walked back to the house. We entered through the back door, and I led Anita straight up to bed. Chuck took Greta into Mom’s room. Anita was all over me as I tried to get her dress off. God, she was horny! She was groaning in frustration as she tried to push my jeans down. They were too tight, and I had to peel them off by the cuffs. When we finally fell on the bed naked, she was kissing me hard, and her body was arching against me frantically. I had to push her down on the bed and hold her arms to get her still enough to kiss. I held her arms over her head as I worked down to her tits. I took my time, and she didn’t want that. She kept saying, “I don’t want foreplay, I want fucking!”

I laughed and told her, “Tough shit! You’re getting even more foreplay.” When I got my lips to her pussy, she was amazingly soft and smooth around her labia. Not only was there no hair, but it looked and felt like there had never been hair there. I mumbled, “Nice,” as I sucked her slippery labia and she giggled, arching to press them into my lips. She still had the closely trimmed strip above her pubic mound, but that was it. I began the slow process of getting her to orgasm with my mouth and fingers. The problem was, she wasn’t slow to orgasm. She had a very short fuse and had cum just a couple of minutes after I began sucking her labia. She had another when I barely touched her clitoris. All that was left was to fuck her and as I entered her she had another. When I began fucking her she was sobbing and telling me that she was going to cum again. I was beginning to think she had taken some kind of sex stimulant! She pulled me frantically into her cunt with her legs and hands like she was starved for it. Her cunt was pretty tight so I guessed she hadn’t had any sex since her last trip. She sure acted like it. I tried to go slow with her and she fought me. Yelling and crying for me to go faster. I did as she demanded and she went crazy; bucking, shaking, and flopping under me. She seemed to be in constant orgasm as I fucked her hard. Her cunt was sucking me in and her whole body bucking wildly. It got to me and I let loose of all my control. I yelled that I was fucking her hard and a few minutes later I yelled that I was cumming. She was sobbing and gasping for air as the cum ran up my cock in a great surge. I had time for one big yell as I shot into her in rapid spurts. I felt the curtain begin to fall and managed to roll us over before I blanked out.

Anita was panting on my chest and wiggling her cunt on my cock slowly. I kissed her hair and asked, “Were you horny or what?”

Sighing luxuriously and speaking in a dreamy voice, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I left you in May. I thought I needed to see a shrink. You know how they say a man thinks of sex every few minutes? Well, I was getting to be that way. I’m serious, Mike, I really needed this.” I kissed her shoulder and cuddled her body for a long time. She was content and purred like a kitten. I tried twitching my cock in her soaking cunt, and it responded well. She wiggled her ass in response. The process started, and many minutes later, I could feel the surge in my cock as I hardened.