Avon Lady
Copyright© 2025 & 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 12: Up North Again
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 12: Up North Again - This is a love triangle story that takes place in the 70s & 80s. Two Army buddies get the boot from the service with tens of thousands of others when Jimmy Carter enters the White House. They end up sharing an apartment. A cute little blonde arrives unannounced. Soon the three become a love triangle. The blonde confuses and confounds both men. Both want her, but only one can have her. Other affairs happen, one of them with a big boobed Avon Lady, an homage to those hard-working Avon ladies.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic True Story Military Restart Cheating InLaws Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Nudism
Fourteen months after the baby was born, we got a phone call from Shawna. She’s the eldest of the Sharp daughters, besides Wendy. She was crying. Their parents were killed in a traffic accident by a grain truck.
The parents had stopped in Tipton for a regular doctor’s appointment. They bought pizzas and were on their way home when a semi crossed into their lane and hit them. Both parents were instantly killed.
The cause of the accident was that the truck driver had a heart attack. He’d passed out from it. He pulled through, but the kids’ parents had died on impact.
It couldn’t happen at a worse time for the three of us. Shannon had just had a hysterectomy. She had decided she did not want any more babies or to take birth control ever again. The pill bothered her too much, and she was over 30. She decided one child was enough.
Baby Faye was her one-and-only experience with pregnancy. We had to leave Melody at home to care for Shannon, Faye, and the dog. Shannon was barely able to make it to the bathroom, so Melody had to stay to help her.
Wendy and I flew to Indianapolis and rented a car to drive out to the farm.
Needless to say, we found the kids were all crying non-stop.
Wendy knew the family lawyer, and we met with him to review her parents’ wishes.
We had a closed-casket ceremony because the parents were too messed up by the wreck to be viewed.
They were interred in a tiny church cemetery where the family goes to church.
Melody flew up for one day, then had to fly right back to take care of Shannon, the baby, and the dog.
We had problems in Indiana that needed to be solved immediately.
The farm was incorporated. Most farms are. If not for incorporation, there would be no family farms left in America.
Personal property has a way of being gobbled up by the voracious appetite of big businesses and rich guys with the government’s collusion.
Wendy and Shawna, as the eldest children, were both vice presidents of the corporation. Their Mom and Dad had been the Treasurer and President. Wendy and Shawna were being paid a nominal fee for their minor efforts. What it did mean was that the kids got to continue living at the farm. It was now theirs.
There was a $40,000 life insurance policy on her dad. It paid a double indemnity amount for the accident. This meant an $80,000 payout. Their Mom had a $10,000 policy, which also doubled.
The truck driver’s insurance carrier provided another $60,000. That was $160,000 in total, all tax-free.
Wendy and I knew we were not going back to Florida for a while. We had too many problems to solve on the farm. We were stuck up here for a while, at least.
Wendy and Shannon talked several times by phone. Shannon made it clear that if we had to live in Indiana, she, Melody, and Faye would need plane tickets.
This was messed up!
Shannon shouldn’t fly soon after her surgery. She had contemplated driving up with Melody, Faye, and Cleopatra. That idea was crazy. A woman who’d just had recent surgery, a girl, a baby, and a dog on the road right after surgery? Oh hell no!
But what about the house and other vehicles? That was a big riddle.
It was finally decided that we would finish up here as quickly as possible, but that decision affected my employment status. I called my boss and agreed that he needed a permanent replacement for me.
The only overdue bills at the farm were for seed and fertilizer. The farm is small, so it was not much compared to a regular-sized working farm. The Sharp homestead was strictly a family subsistence farm. It fed the family well with little left over to sell.
When the insurance checks came in, they were deposited into the bank.
The only person working a job was Shawna. Her restaurant pay in town didn’t help very much.
Wendy and I immediately became the replacements for the kids’ Mom and Dad. We had kids constantly hugging us for reassurance and attention. The first week was filled with a lot of crying. The kids would likely never fully get over their loss. The boys were just as lost as the girls.
I grew to hate kids constantly asking me questions. I had to ask them many questions about the farm.
It took weeks to understand the farm’s cycle of doing things. Who fed what, and who collected the various types of eggs? Also, who milked the milk cow and the goats? Who dealt with the two steers? Wendy knew all of this almost instinctively. I didn’t. I knew very little about working on the old tractor or using the family’s antique implements.
Luckily for me, the tractor was an old one with a manual transmission. Newer tractors had several levers to control the gearing. Brand new tractors have more buttons and switches than a 747 jet.
The other odd bit was that the accelerator was a lever next to the steering wheel. I had to concentrate on not pushing the right brake pedal, because that’s where the accelerator is on a car.
Many old tractors have left-rear and right-rear brake pedals where the brake and accelerator pedals normally sit in a car.
You can’t have an accelerator pedal on a tractor because the tractor jostles about as you drive along. You’re on very uneven ground when using the tractor.
I paid a neighbor boy to come over and show me how to operate the tractor. The two Sharp boys knew some of it, but not enough to be practical.
The Sharp boys had just reached the age where they were learning. Ben, the neighbor boy, was 19 and knew the Sharps’ equipment well. He often came over to flirt with the two oldest girls or give Frank a hand with something.
Shawna quit her job. There were too many jobs at the farm that required knowledgeable hands. They did a lot of canning, as they called it.
They cooked fruit and vegetables and put them into Ball jars. They called it canning.
Canning was how they took the year’s food from the garden so that they could spread it out over the whole year. Store-bought food was too expensive, money-wise.
So much work was needed to keep the food flowing. Something was always being put in the ground, harvested, or canned. Most of the equipment was manual or ultra-low-tech. That requires more work by somebody.
No air-conditioned tractor with power steering and brakes here. Driving an old Farmall Super-M was real exercise. Think of tilling a 30-acre patch with a small tractor with a single bottom plow. It cultivates a narrow path. Thirty acres requires hours and hours of driving and close attention to the tractor.
Then you have to run other implements over it to break up the clods of dirt. Then there’s planting. At the end of the year, you harvest with the ancient pull-behind harvesters. Then you start all over again, work on pieces of equipment, and drive the tractor. It’s a constant cycle of working hard every day.
I flew back to Florida and drove Shannon, Faye, and Cleopatra, our dog, up to Indiana. The back of the station wagon was filled with much of our clothes and some personal stuff. Shit, that reminded me that none of us had any winter clothes.
I returned to Florida by plane. I needed to take care of our house. I had to formally quit my job in person and collect my last paycheck.
I emptied the swimming pool. There’s no one at home to handle the pool. I closed up the house. I was thinking seriously of selling it.
I hated to do that. I knew winter was going to be a bitch for me up North.
Ben worked with me back on the farm for my first month back. I began to understand what needed to be done and when. Wendy and Shawna helped me figure out some of it.
When Sam and George, the two brothers, came of age, I knew one of them was likely to want the farm. I looked forward to that day.
Being a farmer was not really my thing. I’m a city slicker. I had already turned down farm life once before, when I was 18. I chose the military over beginning my adult life in the farm country of Florida.