Chapter 339: Watching the Hen House

I didn’t know they were much older than I guessed.

With Melinda being fourteen, and Teri being fifteen, I relaxed a lot more about them being naked under the quilt with me. Using the place in my head, I looked to see that they did start puberty recently. Teri did have the start of breasts, but hers were mostly baby fat deposits right now. Knowing what I do about the things I did for Trudy, and those Molly helped me with, I was able to give their bodies a kick in the pituitary. Melinda’s body was already ahead of Teri’s, so she already had the reserves she needed to move fat up into her breasts and grow two inches taller today. Melinda had the fat to have her breasts push out an inch from her chest and add four inches by tomorrow afternoon. If Teri ate well today, she might get enough calcium to grow another inch tomorrow.

“Girls,” I said as I gently rubbed Melinda’s back and Teri’s legs to wake them up, after giving them multiple orgasms via the cum triggers in their brains. “We need to get up while your mom is in the kitchen, and Jake isn’t out where he can see. You both need another round of the cream.”

It was a bit of an unexpected shock when Teri pulled me into the kitchen, with my piss boner bobbing, to tell her mom that Teri and I were going to shower first. Then I would put cream on her and Melinda.

I’m not shy. You can stare at my dick all you want. Jake’s dick is longer and fatter than mine.

While the cream did work exceptionally well, one downside was that it left a lot of goop that they needed to wash and poop out. From what I understood about the details on the tubes, the girls knew to expect this to happen. Both took turns on the throne, not caring one bit that I was in there with them, before getting into the shower. As they washed between their legs, at their insistence, the girls told me that they liked being around me. Neither would let the other in the bathroom when they only had to pee, much less poop, but both didn’t care a bit and were fine letting me watch them use the bathroom if I wanted. Both did take some time to check out my dick. Once we were all three clean, we went to the guest room to put the cream on them again.

I went to get the ice packs, but the girls stopped me with Teri saying, “It doesn’t get hot for very long. If we put a towel over your legs, could you hold us until it stops? That stuff is a pain to wash out of the panties. I didn’t even notice it after I curled up with you this morning.”

The girls didn’t seem to notice the discomfort once they pushed their bodies against me. I used the time they waited for the cream to do its magic to speed up some of the changes to their bodies. I pulled up the fat needed to add half an inch to each of their breasts. Melinda’s buds were now the size of cherries cut in half while Teri’s were now clearly breast buds and not baby-fat nipples. Since Teri didn’t have any pubic hair follicles ready to grow any hair, I couldn’t help her there, but a did have Melinda’s pussy hair grow out another inch and added a bit of pigmentation to make them more noticeable. I did trigger Teri’s body to increase the speed of her vaginal development. Her hot pocket wasn’t ready for visitors yet, so she had been forcing it to stretch and lengthen, versus letting it happen naturally. In Melinda’s head, I did see the links that allow her to get orgasms from her clit. They weren’t fully connected, which explained why she had problems getting off. I went ahead to fix that for her. I also increased the nerve sensitivity in Teri’s clit to let it get her off instead of needing to fuck herself with things to get off.

When Teri shifted a bit, she got her first surge of increased sensation in her clit. Squirming a bit got her going, so she leaned back to look down between her legs at her pink pearl, making itself known. She slid from my lap to polish her knob as it gave her entirely new sensations to what she had before.

Melinda turned around to put her back against my chest so she could watch her sister start masturbating in earnest. She pulled my hand to her crotch and put my middle finger on her firm button. I rubbed her off as Teri hit her peak, caught her breath, and started up again, not noticing us watching. As Melinda’s orgasm built, she reached down to start jacking me off. It wasn’t to make me cum, only something to do with her idle hand. Teri was recovering from a massive orgasm as Melinda slowly approached a massive one of her own.

Without warning, Teri sat up, removed Melinda’s hand from my dick, and started giving me a fantastic blowjob. She brought me off right as Melinda came. Teri told me how she wanted to do that to a guy for so long and how she practiced everything she found on the Internet that didn’t need her to use a dick.

I’m not complaining.

I watched the girls dress, or try to at least, in the same size panties and clothes they wore as of yesterday. Both girl’s t-shirts clearly showed off the increase in their breast size. They each needed a size smaller in panties because of the amount of fat I pulled from their butts to their tits. Their panties wouldn’t stay up. They giggled as they decided to wear tights without panties instead. Neither looked happy about having to wear little girl clothes, as that was all that was here that fit their smaller bodies. Finally, both found t-shirts that went below their butts and weren’t too tight in the chest. I loaded them and Ellen up on the car to eat at this country-style restaurant twenty minutes away.

Melinda apologized for making us wait while she went to the bathroom before we left. She didn’t want to risk having an accident. Back at Ellen’s house, we saw Paula walking into Jake’s room, wrapped in a towel. He was out doing his share of the chores. The man who owned the cows picked them up while we were out eating.

All three girls pulled on some overalls to go help take down the temporary fencing.

It turned out good that Paula and I stayed over again. Around midnight two pickup trucks came tearing down their long driveway and started kicking up dust as they did donuts. Finally, two drunk guys, carrying rifles, got out of one truck.

“Get out here, bitch! You’re going to fuck us all! You know you want it,” one yelled. “We know your ma and pa aren’t here, and your brother sure as hell can’t stop us from coming to get what we came here to get.”

I couldn’t understand the other four guys because of how badly they were slurring their words.

I’m not putting up with this dumb ass redneck shit!

Going out on the front porch, I told them, “You’re all fucking drunk. Go home and sleep it off.”

“Fuck you, asshole. We came to get pussy. We aren’t leaving until we all fuck Ellen,” another said, coming toward me with a hunting rifle pointed at my chest.

I walked out towards him, saying, “Put the gun down before you hurt somebody. Your dad is going to be pissed when he finds out you got his rifle broken into pieces.”

He knows how to use it, at least. Three shots from a bolt-action rifle in the two seconds that it took me to get to him.

My shield took the force of the bullets in a way that caused them to appear like they hit something.

I took the rifle from the guy, hit him in the gut with the butt, swept his feet out from under him, and then hit him is the right spot to knock him out cold, but not give him a concussion. His buddy had a shotgun. I heard him jack a shell into the chamber and fire at me from about ten feet away. Only he was close enough to see that the pellets hit me, but then dropped to the ground. I used the other guy’s hunting rifle as a club to knock the shotgun from this asshole’s hands before dropping his ass on the ground too. I didn’t knock him out, but I did keep him from moving his body from the pile of puke a few inches from where he was face down in the dirt.

These assholes are going to wish the cops got here first.

Using the implant, I had Paula call these guy’s dads and tell them exactly where they were and what they had tried to do. I made sure that she told them two of the guys had tried to shoot me but missed.

As a third guy came at me with a prybar, easily five feet long, and a fourth with a two-by-four, I pulled the energy from both pickup trucks and drained their batteries.

Even a paraplegic in a wheelchair could dodge the drunken swings from the prybar. Careful maneuvering got the guy with the prybar in the path of the two-by-four. The third guy slammed into the side of what looked to be a brand new, seventy-thousand dollar-plus pickup, putting a big dent in it with his head before being knocked out cold. I decided to play a bit a chicken with the board swinging moron. He tired of swinging the eight-foot board and grabbed the big prybar.

Damn, he is beating the shit out of both trucks. I guess it is good they shot at me on the far side of the pickups from the house. There is no way the video the girls are shooting from upstairs will see that the guys didn’t miss me.

It was almost hilarious watching the guy beating the hell out of the pickups with the prybar. Anytime one of the others tried to stop him, he cold-cocked them with it. The drunk idiot was so mad that he didn’t even notice the other people arriving. They didn’t miss him trying to stab me as I stood in front of the expensive truck, only to sidestep out of the way. He was a big ole boy, so with his full weight behind the prybar, as he rushed toward me, drove the prybar through the radiator. A bit of energy directed the bar downward to hit right into where the oil pan connected to the engine. It didn’t take much more of a push to help him smash through two push rods before breaking the crankshaft from the force hitting the third pushrod without enough power behind it to break the pushrod. As I said before, he was a big ole farm boy, and he was able to pull the prybar back out to take another swing at me, hitting the other truck in the process. The other people here couldn’t even get close enough to stop him when he ran at me with the sharp end again. A little nudge pushed the bar upward to align with where the head bolted to the block. Being an aluminum block engine, he didn’t need any help from me to jam the bar in far enough that it deformed the head and engine block. He was trying his best to get it free again. When I walked back to the porch, the other people started assessing the damages to the two trucks before dealing with their drunk sons.

The two guys I knocked out only had their pride. Those the two-by-four guy hit it had teeth knocked out and two with broken jaws. Each had a concussion.

I’m not sure what the one guy is madder about, his busted-up rifle, with the broken scope, or his destroyed truck.

One of the men carefully approached the porch. Ellen and Jake were out there with me, but Paula, Teri, and Melinda were inside.

“You alright there, buddy?” he asked. “We saw some three shell casings and a spent shotgun shell on the other side of the trucks.”

I replied, “I’m fine. That boy with the rifle was quick to work the bolt, but he tried to hip fire it like some western movie hero. I always thought it was just a saying about not hitting the broad side of a barn with a shotgun from the inside. I think if he did manage to hit me that it would have only pissed me off. I knocked out the two who shot at me. The one still trying to get the prybar out of that truck got the others with a two-by-four before picking up the prybar. I should have tried to stop him sooner, but it was more fun seeing if he could manage to hit me. Little girls at the dojo can usually get a hit on me using a staff when sparring. That bar didn’t look like it weighed anything to him.”

The man gave me a “you’re so full of shit” look as he asked, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, and I know the kid’s parents are out of town right now. What are you doing out here in the first place?”

You ain’t from around these parts, boy, are you?

“Mr. Pots, you think that is any of your business?” Ellen asked him.

“Well, since he took down my son after my boy tried to shoot him, I think it is,” he replied.

Jack stepped up to answer, “You know that girl, the girl who hit the van to push me to safety?”

“That one that said her scars were from where they skinned her alive to fix her crushed bones?” Mr. Pots asked.

“Yep,” Jake replied. “This is the guy who stayed with her at that private hospital where they put her body back together.”

Another man walked up to say, “Zeke. That is the same boy that carried five sections of portable fencing at the same time as if they were a stack of bed sheets. He isn’t one to show it off, but I’ve seen some big boys in my time. I’m willing to bet that David could lift the front of your truck off the ground with one hand and not even break a sweat.”

“Quick too,” a third man said as he walked up. “Johnny went to that karate contest, trying to win that fancy sword they had for the first prize. You’ve seen Johnny practicing, and he is pretty quick, but can’t hit as hard as others his size. This boy beat them all, and not a one touched him. Damndest thing too. He gave his prize to his opponent. I was sure he was full of bullshit when David said that he couldn’t take it because it was one he made. I did some checking. I found that he did make it when spending time in Japan apprenticing under a master swordsmith. I don’t think any of our boys stand a chance in hell against him in a fight when they are sober.”

“I wouldn’t have left them breathing if they took a shot at me and didn’t kill me,” the Sheriff said as he walked into the group of men. “David could have done a lot of damage to your boys, but he only did what he needed to stop them from being able to keep attacking him. I’m pretty damn sure if they had shot him in the heart, it wouldn’t kill him, only piss him off. This kid has nine lives.”

To me, he asked, “I have to ask David. Do you want to press any charges against these boys? Two did try to kill you. Both of them would get no less than twenty years for attempted murder.”

“You’re the Sheriff, you tell me. Which will have the best chance of kicking their asses into shape? I don’t know them, but I think jail would be too easy on them compared to facing their dad’s wrath. There is always the army or one of the military schools,” I replied. “If they had raped Ellen, as they wanted, or any of the girls in the house, then this would be a whole different discussion. I do think you need to get an ambulance for the ones the guy still standing hit with the two-by-four and pry bar. They all went down hard after the sound of bones breaking.”

He asked Jake and Ellen if they wanted to call their parents to discuss trespassing, but they said that their dad would talk to the boy’s fathers to work something out, as people did out here.

Ambulances and tow trucks arrived a short time later. Both vehicles were going to the police impound because there was no question that whoever drove them here were way over the legal limit for drunk driving. Paula gave the sheriff copies of all the videos the girls took and said a lot of legal stuff that turned the Sheriff pale. All the boy’s fathers came over to apologize to Ellen and Jake, before thanking me for not putting their boys in the ground or causing them to be in so much pain that they wished I had just killed them.

Everyone was crashing from the adrenaline rush. I put the cream on the two girls, held them until the burning stopped, put them to bed, and then curled up with Ellen. We woke to the smell of breakfast cooking. Ellen was in bed with me. She said Teri and Melinda wouldn’t cook breakfast in Ellen’s house unless someone asked them to help out. We got dressed to go down to see what was going on.

Her mom was at the stove cooking, and her dad is at the table drinking coffee.

“It sure seems that Santa came early this year. Jake finally got to thank Paula for saving his life, without a thought about her own. Ellen found a gentleman who could keep her safe in our home,” he said, looking at me. “Then I find my two nieces naked as jaybirds cuddled up to each other. Melinda hates clothes, but can’t stand someone touching her, as I hear you may not believe. Teri has always been a prude. Except for her mother, doctor, and someone who walked in on her when she was bathing, she doesn’t let anyone see her naked. I didn’t believe my sister when she said that both girls took to you like bees to flowers.”