Chapter 9

Day 143 Sunday, March 13

I awoke between two beautiful naked girls again. We snuggled for quite some time before we finally decided we needed to get up and get the chores done.

Afterwards, while we were eating breakfast, I asked, "Mom, why don't we have a milk cow?"

"I'd love to have one," mom said. "There's nothing like the fresh milk you get from your own cow. There's also the butter and cream and cottage cheese. Your father never wanted to bother with the milking though, so we never had one. I volunteered to do the milking, but he said no wife of his was going to waste her time doing that when milk was so cheap in the store."

"If we'd get a cow, would you teach Patty and me how to milk her?"

"Me too," Karen said.

Mom smiled a thousand watt smile. "I sure will. I'll also teach Patty and Karen how to make butter and cottage cheese."

"Cottage cheese is okay and I'll learn to make it, but it isn't one of my favorite foods," Patty said.

"Daughter, you've never had cottage cheese until you've had some that was freshly made."

"We have three beef cattle, Mom. What did you plan to do with them?" I asked.

"Two of them are fairly old," mom said. "I doubt they'd be much good for anything any more. The one steer is less than two years old and he'd make some good meat. We should probably have him butchered."

"That sounds good. Why are we feeding the other two when they're of no use to us? Why don't we take them to the auction?"

"I had tried to get your dad to do that for the last three years," mom said.

"Dad is going to be taking a load of steers to the auction in a couple of weeks," Karen said. "Maybe he'd take your two along with his."

I thought that sounded like it was worth asking about and I told her so. Everything felt so good this morning. It felt like Karen was where she belonged.

Claude had told me I'd need to BrushHog the field I was going to plant first before I started plowing it. Dad had used the BrushHog last and it was a mess. I told everyone that was what I was going to work on today and Karen and Patty said they wanted to help. Mom said she was going to take Claude some breakfast over while we worked on it.

We went down to the barn and I fired the tractor up. With the help of the girls, I hooked the BrushHog on to the tractor and brought it out.

We hooked up a garden hose and the girls hosed it down. There was a lot of mud and such and we ended up having to use a scrub brush on it. Afterwards, I backed it into the equipment shed and we got a chain hoist on it and flipped it over. The underside was even worse.

I left the girls working on the BrushHog and went and hooked up to the plow. Although it had been setting a lot longer, it was in far better shape. My uncle had cleaned it up well before he had put it away.

I hosed all of the dust off of it and then greased it. I had put it away again before Karen and Patty had finished with the BrushHog. I greased it and then I inspected all of the parts I knew anything about. The blades seemed to turn freely, so I knew they weren't a problem. I remembered from what Claude had told me that the shaft in the driveline was supposed to extend and retract to adjust for different heights. This one didn't. We took it off so I could talk with Claude about it.

"When do you have to have all of this ready?" Karen asked.

"Well, today is March 13th. I should start planting on April 9th, which is a Saturday. That's less than four weeks. The field I'm going to plant is almost a hundred acres. I have to BrushHog it, then plow it, then disk it before I can plant it."

"We've got a lot to do then." Patty said. "When will you start BrushHogging?"

"If we can get this shaft freed up by tomorrow, I'll start on Tuesday, if it isn't raining."

"How long will it take?" Karen asked.

"I don't know for sure. It's a six foot BrushHog and I think the tractor is around 80 horsepower so it is powerful enough, that I should be able to go at a pretty good clip. It'll take through the weekend though."

"Can we help in any way?"

"If you guys could do my chores in the evenings until the corn is planted, it would be a big help. After I get out of school next year, I'll have a lot more time, but we'll also be putting in a lot more crops."

We decided to go over and talk with Claude for a while after lunch. Mom never had come back and we found her sitting at the table talking with Claude.

We told Claude what we had gotten accomplished and I could see a small smile curling his lips. "He's getting better." I thought.

He agreed with me as to how long it was going to take to BrushHog the field. "Plowing is going to take quite a while too, even with a five bottom plow like you have. You've got a 14 foot disk, so that won't be too bad."

Claude said freeing up the shaft wasn't a problem and that he'd have it done by the time we got home from school tomorrow. This pleased me no end as it would give me an extra day if I put it on as soon as I got in and got to mowing.

We talked about herbicides and insecticides and about fertilizer for a while. Claude said he'd stop by tomorrow and take a soil sample so he could get it tested. "That way we'll know how much of what kind of fertilizer you'll need," he said.

Karen decided she was going to stay at home that night, but warned her father that she might be staying with us most of the week.

Day 144 Monday, March 14

When we got home from school, Claude had the shaft fixed and had already installed it on the BrushHog. I changed clothes and got to work.

The field we were going to plant was mostly level. It had been farmed until four years ago, but there had been a lot of tall weeds grow up and fall over. There had also been a few small trees start to grow, but nothing the BrushHog couldn't handle.

I put in almost four hours on the tractor before I finally called it quits for the night. I wasn't setting the world afire, but I had made a dent in what I had to do. Karen had me just wash up before she and Patty fed me.

After I ate (the girls had eaten while I was working), Karen and Patty led me upstairs and stripped me. I was so tired I could hardly wiggle, so they stripped and took me into the shower. Okay, so I was tired, but I wasn't dead. I sprung a woody in the shower.

The girls helped me dry off and led me in to the bed. I could tell that Karen had some kind of nefarious plans for me, but I figured my body was too tired to be of much use to her.

When we got into the bed, the girls laid down on either side of me. Karen and I started kissing, but she soon broke it off and started kissing down my body. As she moved away from my mouth, Patty moved in and took over the kissing.

Karen started licking, sucking, and kissing on the tip of my cock. Karen had given me a blowjob a couple of times before, but it was new enough it was very exciting. Patty moved up and teased my lips with one of her nipples. I latched on to it and gave it as good as Karen was giving me.

After a couple of minutes, I heard Karen say, "Patty, would you give me a hand with this please?"

Patty said, "Oh goody."

The next thing I knew I had two mouths on my cock. They would move down with a mouth on either side of me and then move back to the tip. When they reached the tip, they'd take turns sucking it into their mouths and running their tongues around the head.

It wasn't long until I was as hard as I'd ever been in my life. Karen moved away and Patty concentrated on working on the head of my cock. I felt Karen straddle me, then Patty moved away so Karen could impale herself. As Karen was sinking down on me, she said, "Patty, sit on his face."

Patty gasped and then looked at me. "Is that okay?" she asked.

I nodded and Patty moved into position.

God! What a feeling! As I started licking Patty's pussy, I could feel Karen fluttering around me. She came almost instantly, but she didn't let it slow her down. Patty had never had oral sex before, so she followed Karen into orgasm quickly.

This was the first time we'd really had a threesome, so we were all on a hair trigger. I think I'd have been even quicker than the girls if I hadn't been so tired. As it was I could feel myself building quickly toward a climax, so I sucked Patty's clit between my lips and started drumming it with my tongue.

This time, Patty came first. Patty's orgasm caused me to start thrusting up into Karen like I was trying to lift her off the bed. As I started shooting my stuff inside her, Karen went into her second screaming orgasm. All three of us collapsed like we didn't have a bone in our bodies.

Some time later, when I had a lovely head on each of my shoulders, I managed to find enough energy to speak. "That was different," I said.

Karen and Patty both giggled. "I just thought it was about time we stopped shortchanging Patty," Karen said.

"I sure don't feel shortchanged tonight," Patty giggled.

"Did it bother you for Patty and me to have oral sex, Sweety?" I asked Karen.

"No. It didn't bother me. When I saw you licking Patty's pussy, it really turned me on."

"You guys know this was a big step, don't you? A little touching is one thing, but oral sex is a giant step beyond that."

"Yes, I know," Karen said, "but I'm glad we did it."

"Oh, I'm very glad we did it," Patty said.

"Yeah, me too," I said.

Karen kissed me and then asked, "How would you feel if Patty and I changed places tomorrow night?"

I was stunned. "Of course I want to make love to Patty," I said. "I'll never do it unless we are all comfortable with it though."

"We've been going together for almost five months now. During that time, the three of us have become so close we're almost like one person. Part of that is because of all of the things we've been through, but mainly it's because of the love we share with each other. I don't have a problem with you and Patty making love."

"Karen, you know I want to make love to Ed very badly. Since you don't live with us as yet, I don't think it would be fair for Ed and me to make love when you're not here."

"Yeah, I might be jealous over that. How about we say that neither of us will make love to Ed unless we're all together? Unless one of us is out of town or something when we're older."

They both agreed to that and I wasn't about to argue with them.

Day 145 Tuesday, March 15

I talked for a while with Claude before school and I asked him about how much time it would take to finish brushing the field. "With the condition your field is in, the size of your tractor, and the size of the BrushHog, I'd say you can average about four acres per hour. That means about 25 hours for the field," he said.

"How about plowing?" I asked.

"That's going to take a little longer. I'd guess you're going to take about 25 minutes per acre. For ease of figuring, let's say 30 minutes. That means it would take fifty hours for your plowing. It'll take a little less than half that long for the discing."

"So I've got about 90 hours before I start planting. There are 24 days before I want to start planting. I've got three weekends during that time, so I should be able to get between fifty and sixty hours in on the weekends. So, that leaves 18 days of after school work. That means I'll have to average around two hours a day after school."

"Yeah, that's not too bad, but you have to remember you're going to lose some time to rain."

My head was filled with numbers as we headed to school. We talked it over on the way to school and we decided that if I worked three hours every evening, I could cover any school nights when it might be raining or any nights that we wanted to do something else. If it rained and I had to lose a day on a weekend, I'd have to make it up by taking a day off from school.

At lunch, Patty, Karen and I were eating together as usual when a fairly quiet kid named Alex Walters came over and asked if he could join us. I didn't know him very well although he was in the same grade as I was. I glanced at the girls and they nodded, so I agreed.