Chapter 4: Fourteenth Birthday

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tom woke me up a couple of minutes before the alarm was set to go off. “Good morning, and happy birthday Robin.”

“Good morning and happy birthday to you as well, Tom.”

“I got you something,” Tom said while heading towards his suitcase. After digging around in it for a moment, he found a small gift-wrapped box. As he handed me the gift, he joked. “Have fun with this.”

Taking his gift, I set it on my temporary bed. I started to get up when I realized that sometime during the night I must have pulled down the shorts I use as sleepwear. After pulling them up, I got out of bed and walked to my opened suitcase. I hunted inside it and quickly found my gift to him. “I have something for you as well. Don’t use them all in one place.” I teased as I handed him a similar sized box.

The reason for this early exchange of gifts is due to something Tom and I started on our tenth birthday. Starting that year, we have been giving each other two birthday gifts. One was a gift that we would give each other when the rest of the family would give us presents. The second, smaller gift, we have been giving to each other in private.

There were four general rules we used for the private gift. First, it had to have both a practical and a gag side. The joke part in theory was supposed to be unique. So far, in three of the four years we have done the gags, before this year, while not identical the jokes have been similar. Second, the gift should be small enough to hide within the suitcase we used on our annual Spring Break trip to see our grandparents. Third, the gift would cost at most the equivalent of a week’s allowance.

The fourth rule was that, about a month before our birthday, we were to give each other an idea for the private gift, without being specific. For instance, I had considered asking Tom to get me some aftershave this year. Based on the last rule, I couldn’t tell him which a brand or scent to buy, just that I wanted some aftershave.

After handing Tom’s his gift, I unwrapped mine from him. I gave a small laugh when I saw that the outside package had the pictures of several condoms. The laugh was caused by the label, which indicated that the condoms inside were XXXS. I then opened that package and inside was another, still sealed one.

When Tom unwrapped his gift from me, the first thing he saw was a package proudly proclaiming that it contained ‘micro-condoms’ with ‘Designed to fit the smallest cocks’ below the size. Inside that fake box was another one along the same lines before the real package was revealed.

About a month ago when I had asked Tom about what he wanted as a ‘private’ gift he mentioned a box of condoms. Tom also mentioned he was interested in asking a certain cheerleader, Sofi Mueller, to go out with him after Spring Break. While he didn’t expect to need the condoms soon, he figured it would not hurt to be prepared.

When Tom asked me about what I wanted I admitted to considering aftershave. I then mentioned that I liked his idea better since if I asked for an aftershave would be easy for him to give me a scent I didn’t like. Like Tom, I was interested in a girl from school, Angie Mueller, who was Sofi’s sister and happened to be on the Math and Science team with Tom. While I was also waiting until after Spring Break to ask her on a date, I had high hopes she would accept. Part of that hope was based on a conversation I overheard between Sofi and another cheerleader.

As we had agreed about a month ago, Tom and I had actually given each other a variety pack of large condoms. It was somewhat amusing to see that we had selected the exact same package. While this was not the first year we has given each other the same suggestions, it was the first time we got each other identical gifts.

At that point, our alarm went off. We quickly hid the packages, wrapping paper, and the fake boxes back in our suitcases. We then got dressed and headed downstairs for our ‘before chores cup of coffee.’ Rose and Jessica were already in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to stop brewing.

“Good morning and happy birthday to the two of you.” they said almost together. After our first cup of coffee, we went to do the chores. At one point when I was working near to Rose I asked, “It seemed a little strange that Grandpa mentioned the other day that when you do your chores alone it takes you about thirty minutes. On the other hand with the four of us together takes almost twenty-five.”

“I have sometimes wondered who would ask that question first,” Rose replied. “The chores Jessica and I do are mostly chores I have to do on a daily basis. Most of the chores you and Tom do when you are here, are things that Dad normally takes care of.”

“While that makes the amount of time we take seem a lot more reasonable, somehow I can’t see it explaining all the time difference.”

“I will admit that some of the chores that we do both morning or night only need to be done once a day. There are some other chores that we do once a day that normally only get done every couple or three days. When you are here we also do some chores that every few days that in reality normally get done only once a week or less often.”

“Okay, now I understand.”

When chores where done, we headed back to the house. Once upstairs, Jessica and Rose insisted that Tom and I take first showers since it’s our birthdays. I had barely started to get soaped up when I felt someone join me in the shower. In my surprise I let out a yelp. Turning around, I saw Rose facing me, naked as the day she was born. Once I had turned around enough she placed a finger on my lips.

My yelp had Tom asking, “Is everything okay in there?”

“Yes, everything is fine.” I called out in reply after removing Rose’s finger from my lips. Then in a whisper I continued, “Why are you in here, you are going to get both of us in trouble with both your and my parents.”

Rose grinned and taking a loofah, she put some liquid soap on it. She then started running the soapy loofah on my body, “I am here for the first of the lessons I promised you, how to take a shower with a teenaged girl. As of today, as long as it’s consensual, my parents would not mind you taking a shower or doing some other things with me.”

“What about my parents?” I wondered.

“I don’t intend to tell your parents about our encounters at this time. There are some things I can’t tell you yet because they involve other people’s secrets. Based on what I know, I don’t think they would mind these encounters. The fact that I intend to not mention these encounters to them would be a bigger issue.” Rose whispered back to a question I had not realized I had made out loud.

Rose ended up using the loofah on most of my body. She hung up the loofah for a moment before soaping up my cock and cleaning the crack of my ass. She then rinsed me off using the handheld shower head. She finished by sucking my cock until I came.

“Your turn,” She whispered as she handed me the loofah. “Use your hands on my tits, between my legs and here.” the last as she pointed to what I would later learn was her clit. After soaping her up, she had me rinse the soap off her firm body. “If we had more time I would have you wash my hair,” Rose said as she got out of the shower and started drying herself.

I turned off the shower and got another towel. After drying myself, I wrapped it around my waist as she walked through the door to her bedroom, shutting it behind her. I returned to the room I was sharing with Tom, and he rushed into the bathroom. I heard a noise a few seconds after the shower had started and I briefly wondered if Jessica had joined him or if Rose was taking another shower. I got dressed then made my bed while waiting for Tom to finish his shower.

“I didn’t expect Jessica to join me in the shower today did you?” Tom asked almost in a whisper as he was getting dressed.

“For me it was Rose joining me in the shower. I had no clue they had planned to shower with us this morning. I wonder if that is just because of our birthday or if there is another reason. I at least got a have a hint at some of the fun activities Rose was promising to teach us though,” I replied with a grin.

Once Tom had gotten dressed, he knocked on the door that connected the bathroom with Rose’s room. “You almost ready in there?” he asked in a slightly lower voice than usual.

“Almost, you two can join us though if you wish.” Jessica replied.

When we entered Rose’s room both she and Jessica were both still topless. “The second lesson is one of working while distracted and patience,” Rose said as we entered, “Please make my bed while you wait for us to finish getting dressed.”

It took three tries for Tom and me to make Rose’s bed to her satisfaction. That task was only finished after Rose and Jessica had put on their bras and blouses. Personally, I didn’t notice any differences between the last two times. It took the four of us lot less time to shower than if we had gone through the shower one by one. Granted, the teasing involved before Jessica and Rose actually putting on their blouses caused us to take longer than usual to get ready for breakfast.

We ended up being the last to arrive at the breakfast table. As a special treat, in honor of our birthday, someone had fixed up a tray of ‘French Toast Ham and Cheese Omelet Sandwiches’. There also was hash browns, bacon, sausage, and grits. To drink the teens were encouraged to have milk. We also had a choice between either grape or orange juice, and we could also have a cup of coffee. I chose to have coffee, with some hot chocolate mix for additional flavor.

As usual when we are at grandpa’s house he prayed before we ate. The meal was delicious as usual, with very little conversation. After the breakfast dishes and leftovers were taken care of, we received instructions to collect the birthday gifts and regroup in the living room.

Henry started out the gift giving by handing me a gift-wrapped box while Steve did the same with Tom. Unwrapping my gift, which was from all four parents, I saw that it was an iPhone 3GS. Looking over, I could see that Tom had gotten the same thing.

After getting pictures with us holding the phone boxes, Steve announced, “Those phones are on our family plan. We have done an initial setup, putting in a total of ten cell phone numbers, as well as our house phone and the number for the land line here. The phones are partially charged, and have a temporary pin number of today’s date.

“Whose numbers are on my phone? I asked.

“My grandmothers share a cell phone. You also have the cell phone number for everyone else in the room, including Tom’s.” April replied.

May added, “With our cell phone plan, you have unlimited calling to other cell phones. There is a limit on the number of minutes you can talk with someone on a land line, so it would be advisable to only use those numbers for short calls.

“Could you give an example of what you want?” Tom asked.

“One example would be you calling home to say you got invited to a friend’s house after school and couldn’t get in touch with any of your parents’ cell phones. Actually, the primary reason we are giving you a phone is so you can keep us informed about your location, especially if plans change,” May replied.

“As Jessica found out, a two hour call to Rose on the house phone here, is not considered acceptable.” Henry continued.

Besides the iPhones, Tom, and I each got a gift card from our four parents from the clothing store our dads usually went when shopping for casual clothing. Grandma and Grandpa gave each of us a small gift as well as another gift card to that store. Jessica showed she had known that we would be getting iPhones when she gave Tom and I each a headset and a phone case for our phones. Rose in turn gave each of us a gift card for a bookstore.

Tom and I gave each other a card containing a ‘date pack gift card’ from the Northwick multiplex. It would pay for two tickets and two of their small ‘date snack packs,’ even if the prices of those items increased before the expiration date printed on the cards.

“Now that you have unwrapped the gifts you are getting today, please put them in your suitcases,” Steve ordered.

“I will need to see the two of you in me office after you put your gifts away,” Grandpa added.

We went upstairs and set our phones to charge before we placed the rest of our gifts and the packaging in our suitcases. Soon we were in the doorway to Grandpa’s office. After knocking on the door, we were invited inside.

“Please close the door behind you and find yourself a seat,” Grandpa instructed as we entered his office. Grandma and our four parents were also sitting inside waiting for us.

“Starting today your parents, Blanche, and I will start revealing some family secrets. You will be learning more as time goes on. Can you promise not to talk about what you learn today with anyone outside this room?” Grandpa started.

“What about Jessica and Rose?” I asked.

“You can also talk with them. However, if you have any questions about the secrets you learn today, it would be better to ask my parents, Steve, Henry, April, or me,” May replied.

After Tom and I made our promises, Grandpa continued, “Let me start off with a short history lesson. About forty-five years ago, in the Summer of 1966, an oil company discovered an oil field that extended under the Cunningham and Butterfield farms. Before making a deal with the oil company, my dad got some good advice from his second-best friend.”

“Who was Great-grandpa Cunningham’s best friend?” Tom interrupted.

“That was my dad, James Butterfield.” Grandma replied.

Grandpa frowned at Tom, “Continuing from where I was rudely interrupted. Following that advice, my parents had their lawyer set up three Limited Liability Companies or LLCs and a trust. The first company, WA Cunningham Oil was started solely to deal with the oil company. It owned some of the land and all the mineral rights of the original farm. WA Farm owned the land that remained farmland. When created it also used to own all the farming equipment Dad owned. Finally, WA Cunningham Estates owns this house, the cars we use as private vehicles, and some land around the house. The trust in turn, owns all three companies.”

“How large was your dad’s farm?” I asked.

“Dad’s original farm had five hundred hectares at the time decision to create the companies and the trust was made. The estate is two and two and a half hectares. The oil company has ten hectares on the surface. That left four hundred and eighty-seven hectares for the farm,”** Grandpa replied, after glancing down at some notes on his lap.

“By the way, my parents did the same thing using JJ Butterfield as the first part of the company’s names. Dad’s farm was also five hundred hectares and was divided it up the same way. They used the same lawyer as George’s parents. I know of two other couples who also did the same thing.“ Grandma added.

“Originally my parents each had twenty-four hundred and nine-nine shares of the Cunningham Trust. Their trust lawyer had two shares that he could use to settle disputes between them. The Butterfield Trust was set up the same way, with each of Blanche’s parents getting twenty-four hundred and nine-nine shares and their lawyer had two,” Grandpa continued.

“The two original trusts were created when George and I were teenagers. Just before we got married our parents purchased the shares owned by the trust lawyer. They then had a new trust set up that would have all the assets belonging to the two original trusts. Much to our surprise, when we got married, George, and I each got one thousand shares of that new trust as a wedding present, leaving each of our parents with two thousand shares,” Grandma added.

Grandpa continued, “Initially, on the last day of a March, June, September, and December, every shareholder would each get a small distribution from the trust. This distribution was based in part on the number of shares each person owned and previous year’s profit from the farm and the oil lease.”

Grandma laughed, “In the early years, as much as 75% of the after-tax income from the oil lease was used to pay off the mortgage on the farm and the loans that had been taken out to replace some of the equipment. Once those were paid off the disbursements increased significantly.”

“How does this apply to us?” I wondered, loud enough that Grandpa heard me.

“I am getting there, just be patient,” Grandpa said as he continued the family history, “Continuing on, within ten years after the oil lease was signed, the mortgage and equipment loans had been completely paid off. Dad and my father-in-law however were both getting tired of farming by this point. They also knew that neither Blanche nor I were interested in continuing the family tradition.”