Lesserton
Copyright© 2022 by ninjabird
Chapter 43
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 43 - All through rural America small towns are drying up and blowing away. The small town of Lesserton has found a way to prosper under these hard economic conditions. All it took was three men's will to attract the right kind of people to a place willing to ignore convention.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Sister Father Daughter Polygamy/Polyamory
“I can’t believe we’re getting a working vacation on a sailboat,” the lusty redhead said.
She and Darla were busy stowing away all of items normally kept on the kitchen counters. The General Contractor was planning to install a giant curtain between this end of the great room and the end that was soon to become a construction zone, but considering the amount of work to be done, no amount of dust mitigation was going top prevent the whole space from receiving a good dusting. Almost everything would end up being stored down in the workshop once it was in storage containers.
We had been preparing to evacuate the loft for the past week. Darla had developed lists for everything. What could stay. What had to be moved to storage on the first floor. What needed to be packed to go with us. Emily and Ema had an extensive list of things Oliver just could not live without. One list consisted of things that I needed to pack. Somehow that list was substantially longer than the three pairs of board shorts and three Hawaiian shirts I would have expected to need for a sailing adventure.
“We’ve got about an hour to get all of the objects art out of the great room before Shumer Brothers arrives to cart all of the furniture off to the storage place,” Darla said.
Naturally Lesserton did not have any kind of self storage or even warehouse storage establishment. Our stuff would be carted off almost to Midlothian to spend the summer. When we got back only a fraction of it would still fit in the great room. Most if not all of it would end up being donated, but not until after the reno was done and our interior decorator, Diamond Brock, had determined that it could not be used elsewhere in the loft.
The doorbell rang from a multitude of devices and since I was near the island I checked out our visitor.
“Steph. Come on up,” I said unlocking the front door.
The blonde architect entered the controlled chaos the loft had become.
“Oh, Oliver has gotten so big,” she said gravitating to my pixie girl wife.
“He seems to be growing daily,” Emily said.
“Remember the secret to flying is to feed him while you’re gaining and loosing altitude. That will keep his ears clear.”
“Here are the keys,” Darla said handing them to Stephanie.
Just then the bell rang again.
“It’s open,” I said again.
We heard a veritable herd climbing the stairs.
“Megan!” Emily said,
The blonde entered the loft followed by her sisters. She stopped to smile at Oliver and then kissed Emily.
Crystal made a direct line for me and when she kissed me introduced a little tongue. Carly zeroed in on Darla and Kathryn did not want Stephanie to be left out.
“Well hello to you all,” Darla said after the kiss.
“We wanted to say goodbye, since you’re leaving practically at sunup tomorrow,” Carly said.
“We’ll all miss you so much,” Crystal said giving me another peck on the lips.
“It’s only for a couple of months,” Darla said.
Oliver started getting fussy and Ema took him from Emily to change him. That gave Megan a chance to give the nanny a peck on the lips of her own.
“Well hello to you too, Miss Megan,” Ema said. “This little type smells like he’s ripe. Kissing later.”
“Kissing later indeed,” Darla said. “We’ve got less than forty-five minutes before they’ll be here to get the furniture. Everybody back to work. Since you lovely girls are here how about grabbing a few containers and getting them down to the shop?”
The Bower girls laughed and each picked up a container and followed Emily down the stairs.
“The room looks so empty,” Emily said.
Every stick of furniture, even the dining room table and the island barstools were gone. The skylights were dark and the room’s can lighting was dimmed. The space looked like a huge studio or gallery.
“I remember the first time I saw,” the pixie girl said.
“When Cynthia showed it to us?” I asked.
She nodded.