Chapter 2

My brother and I were finally fifteen! We’d become men and Patrons at our Man Party that night! It was payday and we’d go to town after lunch too!

My twin Tom and I had a hard time as we stood on the wagon stacking hay bales that morning, since Andy’s oldest granddaughter Nell was pulling them from the baler and passing them to us. Each time she turned, one of her ponderous breasts nearly escaped her bra and shirt!

When she turned away, her plump round butt cheeks filled her jeans and bounced in quite a sexy way. Occasionally her shirt moved enough for us to get a glimpse of her navel and six-pack abs, too. My twin brother and I were somewhat muscular, but Nell was even stronger. We were only 15 and she was around twenty-one, but it was still a little embarrassing a woman had the strength to throw or lift the hay bales better than we could.

I wondered why my brother said she was a ‘butter face’, until I figured it out. Marvelous body, but her face ... Her long brown hair was tied up in a bun, and she had a big nose and crooked teeth. Still, her big bouncy breasts were captivating! Such a curvy, sexy ass, too! Despite the portion above her shoulders, Tom and I had boners pushing out the crotches of our overalls as we stole glances at her most of the morning. Once he was so distracted I had to grab and save him as he nearly fell off the wagon.

During lunch we sat near Andy as he talked to somebody on the phone. “Only 760 a cube? Dagnabit! I was hoping for at least 800.” He sighed. “If that’s all they’ll pay, I guess we have to take it. What about eggs?” His frown changed to a big smile. “480 a pallet! Very nice! Thanks so much! You have a good one, too.”

I was curious and asked, “What’s a cube?”

“A cubic meter of milk, or enough to fill 25 of those heavy-ass antique ten-gallon milk cans. Starting next month, the dairy will only pay us 760 credits a cube, but we used to get 820. You can bet they sell it for double that in the city once they put it in jugs and cartons. The milk truck picks up three days a week and we average about 100 cubes a month.”

“And what’s a pallet?”

“That’s twelve dozen dozen, about 1,700 eggs. We only used to get 310 credits a pallet, so 460 will really help.” He wrote some things in a notebook then said, “I guess it’s time to pay you. Tim, Tom, here you go.” He handed us small stacks of cash. “Forty credits a day after tax, times six and a half work days a week is 260 credits.”

My twin and I smiled as we said, “Thanks Andy!” It was by far the most money we’d ever had! I felt wealthy until I remembered Mama, Tom, and I had all agreed to put half our pay in the bank, so we might have a farm of our own someday.

My brother and I walked downstairs to our temporary basement home. Mama told us, “Take showers and change, boys. Err, men. I keep forgetting you’re fifteen and men today. Hehehe! Clean up, we’re going to town soon.”

As we walked down a city street, the first paved one I’d seen in a long time, I noticed an extremely attractive woman around my age, maybe a bit older. She was only wearing sandals, pink running shorts, and a tiny pink bikini top that barely covered her small breasts. Her sucking on a long brown tube and breathing out white clouds caused a major conflict in my mind. The smoke smelled awful but seeing her cheeks moving inward made me think of body parts I’d like her to suck.