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Arron's Chronicles III (Mg, gg, MFgg, MMF, inc, pedo brief ws)\par \par
Available at /~792x57/\par \par FIRST things first I
guess.  This is an erotic story written for the enjoyment of consenting
adults.  If you are not consenting don't read it (now that made a lot of
sense).  If you are not an adult don't read it.  This story contains
pedophilia and incest.  If this offends you or violates your personal moral
code DON'T READ IT.\par \par SECOND: While I have the soapbox I want to say
something about the nature of fantasy.  That is what this story is FANTASY.
I do not condone or agree with the activities portrayed in this story. 
Anyone in real life who harms a child deserves to be castrated then shot.
That said, what is harm?  Is a consenting, loving, sexual relationship
between a child and an adult harmful?  If done with care it is not
physically harmful but there are other kinds of harm.  Is it emotionally
harmful?  Perhaps, perhaps not, in actuality it probably varies case by
case.  Children don't have labels; there is no tag that says 'I can handle
sex'.  So for that reason alone caring adults should not consider a sexual
relationship with a child (uncaring adults are going to do as they damn
well please).\par \par THIRD: Now I wish to speak on incest.  I have no
problem on a moral level with incest.  I even consider the idea erotic (go
figure) on an abstract level.  I only have problems with incest is when it
involves an adult and a child.  The adult whether he/she be a parent or
uncle/aunt or whatever is in a position of authority over the child.  That
brings in the possibility of coercion.  Even if this is not intended there
will be an element of it there just because of the authority position. 
Most children want to please their parents.  A child that is subject to
sexual advances by a parent may acquiesce even if this is not something
they wish to do.  I would have the same problem if the adult were a teacher
or a principle.  Other than that I have no problems with incest.  If a
brother and sister want to play around under the sheets, as long as certain
precautions are taken, more power to them.\par \par LAST: Let\rquote s
change the tune a little.  If you want to know my theory on erotic writing
then read the preamble to some of my other stories (a few are missing it
entirely).  I\rquote ve thought more on the nature of child sex and harm
and want to put my thoughts down here.  Above I mentioned the possibility
of emotional harm to a child as a result of a sexual relationship, even a
loving sexual relationship with an adult.  I\rquote ve thought some more on
the subject and have concluded that the relationship itself is not likely
to cause harm\'85.but!  Big word but\'85.really big in this case.  But,
unless you are stranded on a desert island or on the dark side of the moon
that relationship is not going to happen in a vacuum.  Children are
bombarded these days with all manner of cautions and warnings about
strangers or even not strangers.  They are told about bad \lquote
touching\rquote and encouraged to report even the most innocuous
intimacies. As an adult you may be able to convince the child to keep the
secret but what kind of message are you sending.  You are in effect
teaching deceit and dishonesty.  You are also creating confusion and
apprehension in a mind that is young and very, very impressionable.\par
\tab If you are caught it gets worse, not just for you but for the child as
well.  Suddenly strangers move in and tear her from the people she loves.
She is subjected to endless questions and shuttled through a sterile
foreign system away from all that she knows.  At the end she will be left
with the knowledge that her answers to all of those questions were
instrumental in locking away someone she dearly loves, perhaps forever. 
There will be fear, remorse and an aching emptiness.\par \tab So, can a
loving adult-child relationship cause harm.  In an ideal world, no, I doubt
it.  In the one we live in the answer is almost certainly yes.  \par
\pard\fi720\par \par \par \par Arron unzipped the tent and stuck his head
out.  A thick pre-dawn fog covered the camp and the air was wet and clammy.
Every surface dripped and glistened.  He eased through the flap and
re-sealed the tent behind him.  He skirted the campfire and made his way to
his own tent.  As he moved across the well worn grass he left dark
footprints on the dew silvered blades.  \par \pard\tab He quietly unzipped
the door of his tent and peered into the green-tinted gloom within.  Both
children were still asleep, each in there own bag.  After Jenny\rquote s
\lquote nightcap\rquote it was completely possible they wouldn\rquote t
even be aware they\rquote d slept alone.\par \tab He sealed the tent and
made his way back to the fire pit.  At first it looked gloomy; the wet fog
had soaked everything; however a little digging unveiled a puff of smoke
and then live coals.  He used his pocket knife to whittle some dry shavings
into place and then gave his lungs a workout.  In short order he had a
small blaze going.  He fed progressively larger and wetter chunks into
place.\par \tab When Carl finally shivered out thirty minutes later a
cheery blaze was going and the coffee pot was perking away.\par \tab Carl
grinned at his older brother and sauntered over to the fire.  He yawned
theatrically.  \ldblquote You know, if we\rquote re ever going to get that
house done we have to work more and fuck less.\rdblquote\par \tab Arron
smirked back at him.  \ldblquote Didn\rquote t notice you backing off of
seconds or thirds.\rdblquote\par \tab Carl stretched, \ldblquote Yeah well,
fuck the house.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Oh, I though I was the one
getting all the fucking!\rdblquote Jenny stepped from the tent in jeans and
bare feet.  She took only a few steps before pivoting and retreating back
to the tent, \ldblquote Damn that grass is cold!\rdblquote She saluted the
male chuckles that followed her with a single upraised finger.\par \tab By
the time the girls emerged the sun was peaking over the hills and the
perfume of bacon and eggs were overpowering the dank smell of wet earth. 
They frolicked for a few moments in pajamas and slippers before being
ordered back to the tent for more serviceable clothing.\par \tab After
breakfast the men loaded up and rumbled out to the house site.  The first
several hours were again spent removing the excess water then they stood
around and discussed what to do next.  With the second floor joists and
planking down Arron thought it seemed logical to continue with the
fireplaces.  Carl was about to agree but then almost sheepishly mentioned
that Jenny had a point about the second floor access.  Real stairs would be
nice.\par \tab Arron wavered a bit, trying to find holes in that logic.  He
couldn\rquote t.  He gave in with a minimal of grumbling.  It took them an
hour to find and rip two suitable twelve inch wide boards for the
stringers. Measuring and laying out the notches then cutting them with the
circular saw took longer.  After lunch they started framing up the landing.
It went fairly quickly and early afternoon found them fitting the
stringers. These were cut to length \lquote on site\rquote then nailed into
place.  Arron had plucked ten inches out of the air as a good tread width;
of course they had no planks that wide.  These were ripped then cut to
length.  At least they went down fast.  They\rquote d install the damned
risers at a later date.  \par \tab Supper was uninspiring, at least Arron
thought so.  He did like the desert course though.  He was growing rather
fond of bald, little girl pussy.\par \tab The next day dawned foggy and
wet. The damp seemed to cling and oily rivulets clung to every surface. 
The breakfasted on sweet rolls and coffee then got to work.  Cutting and
fitting the rocks for the second floor hearths stretched into the afternoon
with only a brief break for lunch.  The fog was long gone and a hot sun
beamed down, turning the world into a sauna.  Jenny and the girls arrived
to mix clay and by the time they knocked off both hearths were bedded in
and a start had been made on the fireboxes.\par \tab A spring romp eased
sore muscles and washed several pounds of red West Virginia mud from two
giggling moppets.  Supper was pot pie from a Dutch oven that had spent the
day buried in the fire pit.\par \tab After a cup of cocoa the girls were
sent to bed.  The adults enjoyed a few rounds of fortified coffee then Carl
and Jenny headed for their tent.  Arron was not invited to join them and
knew enough not to ask.  He finished his own cup then headed for his
darkened tent.\par \tab Hissing whispers came to his ears as he neared the
structure.\par \tab\ldblquote Did not!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Did
too!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Did not!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Did
too!\rdblquote\par \tab He stepped inside to find two bristling, pajama
clad children facing each over the no man\rquote s land of his sleeping
bag. They started when he crawled through the door and drew apart a little
bit.\par \tab Arron started pulling his boots off.  \ldblquote What\rquote
s this about then?\rdblquote\par \tab Lena tossed her dark hair. 
\ldblquote Rachel says she swallowed your dick!\rdblquote She blurted it in
a voice loud enough to make Arron wince.  She recognized her indiscretion
and clapped a hand over her mouth but pulled it away a second later to
hiss, \ldblquote Well she did!\rdblquote\par \tab Rachel had stuck her nose
in the air and struck an aloof pose.  A martyr who knew vindication was at
hand.\par \tab Arron pulled off his second boot and tossed it aside. 
\ldblquote Yes she did.\rdblquote\par \tab Lena blinked then
misunderstanding, grinned in triumph.  \ldblquote You heard
her?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote No, I didn\rquote t hear her but she did
take me all the way down her throat.\rdblquote\par \tab Lena bit her lip
and glanced sheepishly at her baby sister who was now beaming like a 200
watt bulb.  When she turned back to Arron her face fell, \ldblquote Why
can\rquote t I do it!\rdblquote she wailed.  She seemed on the brink of
tears.\par \tab Arron cuddled her up and kissed the top of her head. 
\ldblquote You can baby, I\rquote m sure of it.  You\rquote ve just got to
get the angle right and learn to relax your throat.\rdblquote \par \tab
Seeing her sister\rquote s distress Rachel\rquote s superiority evaporated
and she crawled up to offer her support.  "S\rquote right Lena.  You can do
it.  It tickles an\rquote hurts some an\rquote you cough at first but you
gets used to it.\rdblquote\par \tab Lena pulled her head from Arron\rquote
s chest and peeked at her sister, \ldblquote really?  You think I can do
it?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Uhuh,\rdblquote some of Rachel\rquote s
earlier gloating came through, \ldblquote course I was first.\rdblquote\par
\tab Lena chose to ignore the last and turned back to Arron.  She began to
fumble with his zipper.  \ldblquote I wanna try now!\rdblquote\par \tab
Arron closed his hand over hers, stopping her.  \ldblquote Hold it.  First,
I have some questions of my own.  Where did you two get the idea to try
that in the first place?\rdblquote\par \tab Had they giggled and admitted
to a late night brainstorming session he would have dropped it there but
they both went stock still at the question.  A glance passed between them.
Lena licked her lips, \ldblquote Try what?\rdblquote\par \tab Arron gently
took her chin in his hands and tilted her face up to his.  \ldblquote What
have we been talking about?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote You mean deep
throating?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yes, deep throating.\rdblquote\par
\tab She licked her lips again and tried to look at her sister but
Arron\rquote s gentle but firm grip on her chin prevented that.  Finally
she met his eyes, \ldblquote We\rquote re not supposed to
say.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Did your mother tell you?\rdblquote\par
\tab Lena jerked back.  \ldblquote We\rquote re not supposed to
say!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote You didn\rquote t say, I
guessed!\rdblquote Arron snapped.  The children recoiled at his tone. 
Seeing this he held out his hands in supplication.  \ldblquote I\rquote m
sorry girls but I need to know this.\rdblquote He gathered them in on each
side and gently stroked their hair.  \ldblquote I won\rquote t say anything
but I need to know where I stand.  Did your mother talk to you about the
things we do together.\rdblquote\par \tab Long seconds passed without a
sound; finally he pushed Lena back slightly and tilted her head to meet his
gaze.  \ldblquote Did she?\rdblquote\par \tab Lena stared at him for a
moment then jerked a reluctant nod.\par \tab\ldblquote Tell me about it. 
Both of you.\rdblquote\par \tab Over the next half hour a faltering story
tumbled out.  It came in fits and starts and sometimes needed much
prompting but it came.  On the day Arron and Carl had finished the second
story planking Jenny had gathered her brood for a little morning chat. 
She\rquote d asked what went on at night and the children had apparently
answered quite frankly.  She\rquote d asked what Arron did to them and then
asked if they liked having their little cunnies and bottoms licked and
sucked.  When they both given a rousing affirmative to that she asked if
Arron had tried to put his dick in them and on being assured he hadn\rquote
t asked what they did for him.\par \tab She questioned her daughter\rquote
s closely on their cock sucking techniques.  She asked if they liked cum
and if they spit it out or swallowed it.  She wanted to know if Arron came
on their faces, in their hair and on their tiny bodies.  Finally she\rquote
d asked if they sexed each other.  Lena\rquote s denial had come out quick,
too quick.  Jenny had dug and soon had the admission that her two pre-teen
children were enthusiastic pussy eaters and butt rimmers.  She\rquote d
assured them it was no problem then tottered shakily to her tent.  Strange
noises came out for some minutes.\par \tab\ldblquote I think she was
givin\rquote herself a \lquote gasm,\rdblquote Rachel said sagely.  Lena
nodded in agreement.\par \tab It was during the truck ride to the house to
bring lunch to the men that Jenny had suggested the girls try a little
sword swallowing; she\rquote d even thrown in a little coaching on
technique.\par \tab Lena bit her lip and looked up at Arron with large
eyes. \ldblquote You won\rquote t tell mommy we told will you?\rdblquote
Both children held there breath and waited his response.\par \tab He
cuddled them both in and ran callused hands through their silky hair.  No
babies, I won\rquote t say anything.\rdblquote\par \tab Lena heaved a big
sigh then giggled and pushed back from him.  \ldblquote Good, now teach me
to eat your dick,\rdblquote she giggled again, \ldblquote all the way to
the root!\rdblquote\par \tab She dove and started to unfasten his pants. 
Rachel joined a second later.  \ldblquote I\rquote ll show you Lena. 
It\rquote s not thaaaaat hard.\rdblquote The four year old\rquote s lips
slid over his cockhead.  With the head of his cock filling her mouth she
licked the shaft.  She bounced a few times to wet it then took a deep
breath and pushed forward.\par \tab To her chagrin she didn\rquote t make
it the first time, forced into a coughing retreat.  She took several deep
breaths and attacked from a slightly different angle.  This time there was
only a slight hesitation as Arron\rquote s prick head lodged at the back of
her silky throat.  He groaned as it moved past and began to slide down the
hot tightness of the child\rquote s throat.\par \tab She stopped with her
tightly stretched little lips just touching his pubic hair.  When she came
slowly up Arron and Lena were treated to the obscene sight of a seemingly
never ending length of fat, glistening cock sliding from her sexy barely
four-year-old mouth.\par \tab She stopped with her lips locked behind the
ridge of his helmet and pushed forward again.  There was hesitation as he
entered her throat but less than on the first stroke.  Her third dive was
the surest yet, his throbbing dick sliding smoothly from mouth to throat as
she steadily regarded him with her big brown eyes.\par \tab Lena had
smirked when her sister failed her first try.  When she subsequently
succeeded the older child\rquote s expression had turned to near awe.  That
didn\rquote t last long however.  Before Rachel had completed a half dozen
strokes her sister was trying to pull her off Arron\rquote s cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote Okay, that\rquote s enough Rachel\'85I get the
idea\'85It\rquote s my turn to try\'85Rachel!\rdblquote\par \tab The
youngest Winters finally pulled off of her uncle\rquote s cock with a lewd
\lquote pop\rquote .  She regarded the pulsing, wet prick for a moment then
leaned in quickly and planted a kiss on the head.  She giggled at the look
on Arron\rquote s face then turned to her sister.  \ldblquote See it\rquote
s easy.\rdblquote\par \tab It was of course anything but, even for Rachel.
The four-year-old did seem to have a knack for eating hard dick; her older
sister had a far tougher time of it.  Lena stayed at it though, repeatedly
ignoring Rachel\rquote s offers to demonstrate again.\par \tab So long did
the practice go on that Arron twice had to call rest breaks to avoid
painting the child\rquote s face.  Rachel had given up by then and had
pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties.  She lay on her back, her chubby
thighs spread and her fat, bald, swollen little pussy on display.  She wet
her fingers and started to diddle herself.  \par \tab When a panting Arron
called the second halt a better idea came to her.  She grasped her older
sister by the hair and pulled her vacant mouth down between her thighs. 
Lena had no objections and went right to eating slick baby sister pussy. 
The display did nothing to hasten Arron\rquote s recovery.\par \tab When
her sister rolled to her hand and knees and returned to the main course
Rachel crawled around behind her and pulled her elder sister\rquote s
pajamas and panties down to mid-thigh.  Her head vanished.  A moment later
Lena moaned around her uncle\rquote s cock.  She grinned up at him.  \par
\pard\fi720\ldblquote Sissy\rquote s in my bottom\rdblquote Her eyes closed
and she moaned again, \ldblquote She\rquote s got her tongue a foot up my
butt!\rdblquote\par She swayed for a moment then returned to the assault.
Despite the distraction of being energetically rimmed by a pre-school
analingus expert she finally managed to get her lips into her uncle\rquote
s pubic hair.  She bobbed up with a grin, \ldblquote I did it!\rdblquote ,
and immediately dove again.  She was not to get a third stroke this night.
All of the practice had tuned Arron to a razors edge.  With a whole
throbbing dick stuffed in her face the child again groaned at her
sister\rquote s oral butt love.  That was too much.  Moaning like a leaky
boiler his balls fired pulse after pulse of scalding spunk down his sexy
little niece\rquote s tight throat.\par So deep was his dick that Lena
didn\rquote t even realize he was cuming till she pulled back and caught
the third spurt in her tiny mouth.  She glared at him over his pulsing cock
as she swallowed the remainder of his cum.\par The weather held off for the
next week and men took full advantage.  With the experience gained on the
lower floors it took only three days to finish out the fireplaces and
chimneys, but they were hard days.  They were generally on site at first
light and never quit till dusk.  All they had energy for in the evenings
was a quick splash in the spring and then it was to bed.\par With the
fireplaces in the second story walls were bolted to the chimneys then they
went to work framing up the roof.  At first they tried building the joists
on the ground.  The green lumber was heavy however and it proved beyond the
two of them to haul the assembly into place.  Nor could the Ram be of
service with nothing to hang a pulley on.  They ended up having to knock
the completed assembly apart and haul it up piecemeal.\par Despite this
setback the work went with a fair bit of speed.  This project was actually
starting to take on a house shape and enthusiasm grew.\par It was a Tuesday
when the skies finally opened up again.  They had only two roof joists to
go but the grumbling was minimal.  The grueling dawn to dusk pace had worn
them to a frazzle and left them tired and sore.  On top of that they were
down to eating canned goods.  It was time for a break so another overnight
stay in Avery was laid on.\par Decision made they set out immediately. 
Breakfast was greasy omelets and grits in Huttonsville then they pressed on
into Avery.  They had planned to drop the women folk at the mall and hit
the home center.  At least the men had planned that.  Jenny had different
ideas.  Muttering something about \lquote threadbare rubes\rquote , she
drug them all into the big department store that anchored the complex of
shops.  For the next two hours the two men grumbled and griped their way
through numerous outfits.  \par Laden with purchases they lunched at the
food court then the men folk finally departed for some \lquote real\rquote
shopping, leaving the ladies behind.\par Both Arron and Carl had gotten
into the \lquote frontier ethos\rquote of building the house, taking great
pride in doing the work themselves with little in the way of processed
materials.  When you got right down to it however there wasn\rquote t much
of a \lquote natural\rquote alternative to things like roofing, insulation
and drywall.  They had actually considered shakes for the roof, splitting
them themselves onsite from the local timber.  Neither had any experience
with the method however and a roof seemed like a serious thing to gamble
with.  Prudence prevailed.  They looked at drywall and insulating materials
but left them for now.  Till the roof was in place they had no way of
keeping those water susceptible materials dry.\par They looked at various
roofing materials including the new vinyl and metal roofing.  In the end
they decided on good old low-tech shingles however.  They were cheap,
durable and Arron had some past experience installing them.  They wandered
over to the hardware section and picked up some odds and ends then Carl
backed the Ram up to the \lquote contractors\rquote loading dock.  When
they pulled out of the lot the big 4x4 was noticeably down at the rear. 
Even its massive springs took notice of the load of shingles and felt in
the bed.\par They picked up Jenny and the girls and headed for the motel.
Their room fronted the pool which had just opened for the season and the
girls insisted on trying it.  Arron and Carl were convinced to come in but
the water still held winters chill and they soon retreated shivering to
their deck chairs.  The girl\rquote s higher metabolism stood them in good
stead however and they splashed and frolicked in the shallow end for nearly
an hour.\par After a shower and some really good pasta in the motel
restaurant they rumbled off to the drive in.  The girl\rquote s quickly
grew bored with the 50\rquote s era black and white horror movie that was
showing and amused themselves playing made up games in the darkened back
seat.\par With the children\rquote s attention diverted Arron and Carl
amused themselves by groping Jenny who was wedged between them.  They
couldn\rquote t do much but they could and did wind her up good and tight
for possible later festivities.\par Halfway through the flick Arron\rquote
s supersized drink wanted out.  He popped open the door, \lquote Gotta see
a man about a horse.\rdblquote\par He slipped to the ground and was about
to close the door when Lena started bouncing in the back seat.  \ldblquote
I need to potty, I need to potty!\rdblquote\par Jenny smiled at Arron. 
\ldblquote Would you, please?\rdblquote\par Arron grinned and helped the
squirming pre-teen to the ground.  Hand in hand they began the long walk to
the bathrooms which were in the combination concession/projection house. 
There were only a couple of dozen cars in the place.  The several in the
back row were older models with the occasional flashy appurtenance that
said \lquote teenager\rquote .  He supposed they were doing the things
teenagers have always done at movies.\par The night was cool and refreshing
and soon they reached the single, squat block building that held the
facilities.  There were a couple of tables set to one side of the
concession, insects, large and small, batted and buzzed at the singe high
mounted gas light.  \par A half dozen giggling girls were gathered in the
light.  Most seemed to be young teens but at a guess a couple had not yet
reached that defining age though they were working hard at pretending they
had.  Arron would have bet money that most of the parents of the group had
not let them out dressed as they were.  Very short shorts and minis so
brief that a panty shot was a real possibility seemed to be the norm. 
These were topped by cutoff tees or tube tops, though about half of the
group had nothing perceptible to cover up.\par Arron eyed the little clique
as they approached.  They were sexy, especially to his newly liberated
libido.  He felt Lena\rquote s hand clench his tighter and the child
bristled as she sensed the direction of his interest.  Shit, was it a
female thing?  Only six and she was already jealous.\par The group had
noticed their approach too.  They had been giggling to themselves but
quieted down as the man and little girl approached.  One of them, either
genuinely interested or more likely showing off for her friends called out,
\ldblquote hey mister I can do things for you that your little girl friend
can\rquote t!\rdblquote A few nervous gasps and shocked giggles followed
her outburst.  \par Arron just grinned, not deigning to respond.  He\rquote
d reckoned without Lena\rquote s affronted competitiveness however.  The
child jerked her tiny hand from his and pulled up short.  She planted her
fists on her hips and stared at the heckler.  \ldblquote I doubt that.  Can
you deep throat a man\rquote s dick?\rdblquote She stood for a second as
the shockwave of the question spread then dropped a proclamation into the
following dead silence.  \ldblquote Well I can!\rdblquote\par Arron was
paralyzed in shock for long seconds, then recovering somewhat he quickly
hustled the child toward the bathrooms.  Normally he would have sent her on
her own into the women\rquote s but at the moment his icy guts didn\rquote
t want to let her out of his sight.  He hustled her into the men\rquote s,
not even bothering to check occupation first.\par Wordlessly he led her to
a stall and then sought his own relief at a urinal.  His guts churned and
twisted and fear nibbled at his bowels.  Lena seemed to sense the enormity
of what she had done and went about her business in silence.\par There were
high screened windows set into the concrete walls of the un-air-conditioned
restroom.  After washing his hands Arron moved to one and listened.  He
could here excited feminine murmuring from outside but could not make out
what was being said.  There was definitely no giggling going on.\par A
toilet flushed and a sheepish Lena joined him.  The child\rquote s tan
seemed to have faded a few shades; the full implications of her little
tantrum were obviously starting to hit home.\par It took several minutes
but the voices outside eventually drifted off.  Luckily no male types
needed the facilities during the interval.  They waited a further minute
then Arron slipped out for a peak.  The coast was clear.  He motioned Lena
to him and they set off for the truck.  The little girl had to almost trot
to keep up with her uncles leggy stride.\par They had gone perhaps a dozen
paces when a figure materialized from the darkness.  It was one of the
girls from the group, one of the younger ones from the look of her.  She
was alone and seemed very nervous.  \ldblquote Excuse me mister but can I
talk to you for a moment?\rdblquote\par Arron faltered and then halted. 
Lena, seemingly shrunken, oozed in to shield behind him.\par The young
girl, Arron guessed her age at eleven or twelve was wearing cutoff jeans
brief enough to expose the bottom of her sleek cheeks and a brief halter
top.  She had a plain if pretty face and long, sleek black hair.  \par Not
waiting for a response the girl went on.  \ldblquote Does she really\'85.I
mean\'85She\rquote s so young\'85.\rdblquote She seemed nervous and
hesitant, licking her lips before stumbling on in a rush.  \ldblquote I
mean\'85I mean\'85look, I won\rquote t say anything\'85I promise
but\'85\rdblquote She bit her lip, \ldblquote I\rquote d like to watch\'85I
mean\'85if I could.\rdblquote\par Arron shook his head and moved past her.
\ldblquote My sister was mistaken.  She watches too many trash movies on
cable.\rdblquote It sounded hollow even to him and why had he claimed Lena
was his sister.  It came to him after a moment.  Any amount of misdirection
at this point couldn\rquote t hurt.\par As they left the girl behind Lena
turned and squeaked into the darkness.  \ldblquote I don\rquote t, not
really, I really don\rquote t.\rdblquote\par Lena started to cry and he
scooped her up and continued walking.  \ldblquote Hush baby hush\rdblquote
, he said calmly as he stroked her hair.\par \ldblquote I messed
up\rdblquote , she blubbered into his shoulder.\par \ldblquote Yes baby you
did but it\rquote s done.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote I\rquote m
sorry\rdblquote She pulled her tear wet face from his shoulder and looked
him in the face.  \ldblquote Are you mad at me?\rdblquote\par \ldblquote No
honey I\rquote m not mad.  I\rquote m scared but not mad.\rdblquote\par Her
face crumpled again and was soon buried in chest.  \ldblquote I\rquote m
sorry\'85I\rquote m sorry\'85I\rquote m really sorry.\rdblquote\par Arron
stroked her soft hair then dropped his hand down to stroke her back. 
\ldblquote It\rquote ll be alright baby.  Hush, stop crying.  If we get
back to the truck with you like this then your daddy is going to want to
know what\rquote s wrong and that won\rquote t make things any
better.\rdblquote\par She sniffed a few more times but then dried her eyes
on the back of her hands.\par When they reached the truck Arron rapped
gently on the passenger side window.  He caught Jenny\rquote s eye and
motioned to her.  Puzzled the woman popped the door and slid to the ground.
Past her Arron could see Rachel asleep in her father\rquote s lap.\par
Hurriedly Arron whispered a capsule history of events into her ear.  Her
eyes widened and she looked first as Lena then around at the darkened drive
in.  She looked back at Arron then hissed in a low whisper.  \ldblquote Get
Lena in the truck.\rdblquote\par Arron opened the back door and started
strapping the child into her seat.  As he did so He heard Jenny speak to
her husband.  \ldblquote Honey, Lena\rquote s got a belly ache and to tell
you the truth I don\rquote t feel so good myself.  Why don\rquote t we head
for the motel?\rdblquote\par Carl seemed to have actually have become
engrossed in the movie now he blinked and looked around.  Finally he
nodded. \ldblquote Fine by me.\rdblquote\par Arron took the sleeping Rachel
and belted her in then walked around and climbed in alongside Jenny.  As
the Ram clattered to life Jenny said, \ldblquote Leave the light off honey
we don\rquote t want to ruin the movie for everyone else.\rdblquote \par
Carl nodded and pulled just the parking lights on as they rumbled into
motion.  Jenny quickly leaned across them and shut them off.  \ldblquote
Even parking light can be pretty bright when you\rquote re trying to watch
a movie honey.\rdblquote\par Carl looked puzzled but didn\rquote t argue
the point.  Arron nodded to himself and despite the frost that still
gripped his gut marveled at Jenny\rquote s adaptability and quick thinking.
License plate lights could be pretty bright too.\par All the way to the
motel Arron watched the mirror.  Every time a vehicle remained behind them
more than a few blocks his stomach started to knot.  When it passed or
turned off the tension would drop and the cycle would begin anew.\par The
breakfasted at the motel the next morning and then hit the grocery store.
So full was the truck bed with roofing supplies that the victuals had to be
shoved in every nook and cranny with several bags having to go in the cab.
They then fueled up and hit the highway.  Only when Avery dropped away
behind them did Arron start to relax.  Soon enough he was asleep.  Despite
begging off on the anticipated threesome with Jenny and Carl he\rquote d
gotten little of that commodity the night before.\par With good weather
they hit the roof hard.  Joist after joist went up one painful board at a
time.  Jenny\rquote s paranoia about the floors, which she had taken a lot
of good natured ribbing for, was proved not so paranoid when on the second
day back Arron missed a step from one rafter the next and fell eight feet
to the rough planks of the second floor.  All he got out of it was a
bruised rump that a soak in the spring did wonders for.  Had the floors
still been unplanked he could have dropped a fatal thirty-five feet to the
basement.  It didn\rquote t help that Jenny and the girls had been
delivering lunch at the time and witnessed the mishap.  The woman was
insufferable for the next several days.\par The finished the last joist on
a cool, blustery Saturday morning and immediately fell to planking.  There
were a few one inch boards left over from the floors but these were
exhausted by lunch forcing Arron to fire up his mill to rip more.  The
bastardized machine had not been used in a while and despite its coverings
corrosion had set in.  It took several hours and nearly a can of
penetrating oil to coax it to life.  It ripped three boards and then
promptly broke.  The welding and adjusting ate the rest of the day so it
was Sunday before they got back to laying planks.\par Despite the delays
the planking went quickly.  By the end of the day almost a third of the
structure at least had planks overhead.  They couldn\rquote t lay planks in
the dark but they could and did fetch lanterns from camp and rip boards
long into the dark hours.  Only hunger and mosquitoes finally stopped
them.\par They were back at work with the sun the next morning.  All
through the day hammers sounded their tap, tap, tap, interrupted of course
by the occasional sharp \lquote ping\rquote this was generally followed by
an outburst of bad language.  By the time they knocked off at dusk the roof
needed only shingles to properly be called a roof.\par That night they held
a \lquote topping out\rquote party, as if they were building a forty story
steel tower instead of a two story wood frame house.  Jenny baked a cake
and the adults proceeded to get drunk.  All tromped down to the spring
where the adults passed a bottle and got drunker.  Upon the return to camp
the girls were put to bed whereupon the adults got truly stinking!\par
Arron became aware of several things in a sort of semi-fuzzy sequence. 
One, he was cold.  Two, his bladder was painfully distended.  Item one
could be ignored and item two could be solved by pissing himself thus
allowing him to go back to sleep if it hadn\rquote t been for item three,
something or someone was persistently nudging him in the ribs.\par He made
a few halfhearted shoo swipes without opening his eyes but his tormenter
was nimble enough to avoid the clumsy gesture.  Receiving another nudge he
growled and slowly pried open his eyes.  The sky was brightening with dawn
and the clouds were red-tinged but there was as yet no sign of the sun. 
Lena towered over him, occulting a quarter of the visible sky.  The
expression on her face was something halfway between amusement and
curiosity.  \par He blinked several times and willed her to vanish.  She
didn\rquote t and when his eyes stayed closed too long on blink number
three she toed him in the ribs again.  Groaning he roller over and forced
himself shakily to his knees.  That\rquote s when item number four crowded
into his consciousness.  His head fucking hurt.  He was about a dozen feet
from the dining fly.  Dew glistened on the matted grass and made his skin
and clothes clammy.  That explained the cold part.\par He was just working
up a good mad at Carl and Jenny for leaving him outside when he spotted his
brother sprawled half in and half out of a collapsed lawn chair. 
Carl\rquote s mouth hung open and he snored sporadically.  Rachel stood
looking at her father, one thumb in her mouth.  Arron shook his head then
dropped to his hands and spewed the sour contents of his stomach onto the
ground.  Lena jumped back with a \lquote eww gross!\rquote .  Rachel just
smiled and giggled.\par By the time Lena had tortured her father back into
the land of the living Arron had stoked up the fire and had a pot of coffee
bubbling away.  Carl lumbered up to the fire and burned his hand twice
before he shakily poured a cup.  After downing most of the contents he
grunted at his brother and shambled off to the privy.\par With the novelty
of the drunks passed the girls clamored for breakfast and then started a
makeshift game of tag.  Arron watched them play and thought of what he and
they had done.  For a second the enormity of it crushed down on him but the
feeling passed as quickly as it had arrived.  There had been little sex
between them since Avery.  He\rquote d fingered them each off a few times
but had refused to let them service him.\par Part of the reason was fear,
Arron\rquote s fear at nearly being found out.  Part of it was also a
return of the guilt.  It had snuck in on the coattails of the fear and
nagged and gnawed at him in quiet moments.  The girls seemed to sense his
mood and were perceptive enough not to push.  Lena of course knew the cause
but Rachel went along as quietly.  He shook his head, life went on, and it
had to be fed.  \par He burned the bacon but managed to get a semblance of
breakfast ready.  They fed the girls then he and Carl tucked in themselves.
By the time Jenny rolled out of the tent the two brothers felt at least
remotely human.  \par Jenny didn\rquote t normally get as drunk as the men
did and was quick to rub it in the next morning.  This time she had matched
them drink for drink and was clearly paying the price.  She took the
ribbing the men dished out and the giggling of the girls with the ill grace
of the truly hung over.  After taking care of her toilet she slumped at the
table and downed three cups of scalding black death before allowing a plate
of runny eggs and overcooked bacon to be shoved under her nose.\par By
mutual consent there would be no house work that day.  The din of hammers
was just something not to be borne in the present state.  They went down to
the spring and soaked the poison from there pores for an hour or so then
traipsed back to camp.\par Arron climbed in his truck and drove out to the
old tractor shed.  The contents were as they had been left after the great
snake hunt, still covered in their tarps.  The remains of the former
denizens were still there as well but had by now been reduced to scattered
bones.  He walked up to the house and came back with a push broom and a
shovel.  He swept the old slab clean then got down to the icky business of
mucking out the grease pit.  There were lots of bones as well as the
remains of scores of tiny eggs mixed in with aromatic black muck.  He
shoveled it all out and flung it into the woods then made several trips to
the house for water and washed both the pit and the floor down.\par He
pulled the tarp from the old tool box then attacked the exterior with spray
cleaner and paper towels.  It took most of a bottle and a roll but in less
than an hour he\rquote d cut through the layers of grime to reveal an
attractive oak chest with tarnished brass reinforcements and fittings.  The
old cabinet had its share of battle scars but was in almost remarkable
condition given what it had been through.\par He pulled open the drawers
and started in on the tools.  They were removed and laid out on the slab.
The spray cleaner proved inadequate to cut the ancient grease and grime
that caked some of them so he drove back to camp and liberated some of
Jenny\rquote s dishwashing liquid and a box of fine steel wool.\par The tub
they had used for mixing mortar proved to make an acceptable wash tub after
the dried cement was pounded out of it.  He scrubbed and then dried all of
the old tools.  The metal parts were then treated to a buffing with steel
wool to knock off the surface rust; none were really badly pitted, then
oiled.  The wood handles were heavily wiped with lemon oil.\par With the
drawers empty Arron cleaned them out.  There were some bits of paper but
most of it disintegrated.  He did manage to salvage a hand written receipt
for an exhaust valve for a Studebaker truck.  It was dated 1936.\par Once
everything had dried Arron replaced the tools in the box and drove back to
camp for lunch.\par Carl accompanied him on his return.  While the younger
Winters watched with interest Carl grabbed a handful of wrenches and
climbed down into the grease pit.  The old tractor was almost perfectly
positioned which was good since they didn\rquote t know if it would even
move.  The bolts holding the pan on came off readily enough and he lowered
it and its cargo of semi-liquid black goop to the floor.  There was no rust
in the lower end of the old engine.  He gave each of the four connecting
rods a health push-pull.  There was no play, the old babbits were tight,
better and better.  He sprayed the bearings and everything else in sight
with penetrating oil then the brothers pulled the old engine cowling.\par
Three plugs came out with out much effort but the fourth was stubborn. 
Arron was tempted to put a breaker bar to it but the image of stripped
threads in a cylinder head that had not been manufactured in three-quarters
of a century stopped him.  He settled for spraying the offending plug with
the penetrating oil and then finished the can by spraying generous amounts
into each of the three accessible cylinders.\par That night they again
toasted themselves in the spring then Carl and Jenny slipped out, managing
to indicate they wanted some quality time to themselves.  Arron saluted
them with a half empty beer can and then eased down till only he was neck
deep in the roiling water.  The girls were playing at the far end and his
mind drifted.\par His first indication that something was up was a too
silent silence.  This was broken by a giggle from behind just as he began
to take notice.  Before he could turn his head a pair of trim wet thighs
slid like smooth, warm rubber past his cheeks.  Lena had climbed onto the
rock he was using for a headrest and deftly mounted his head.  She leaned
over, bringing her upside down, pixie face into view and kissed him on the
forehead.  \ldblquote You need to shave uncle Arron, you\rquote re
prickly.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote I\rquote ll get right on
it.\rdblquote\par She giggled, \ldblquote You can do it later.  Right
now,\rdblquote She pushed on his head, lifting her weight off his shoulders
and athletically pivoted 180 degrees, deftly rotating the split softness of
her smooth, bald pussy into view before his face, \ldblquote eat my
pussy.\rdblquote She dropped her slight mass back onto his shoulders as his
hands came up to support her tiny, taught bottom.\par He was faced with the
perfection of her smooth, little twat just an inch or so from his mouth. 
Dewy drops of water beaded its perfect plumpness.  The perfect little lips
of her fuzzless split peach were slightly open and there was a definite
odor of child arousal.\par Arron sighed and his cock shifted and began to
lengthen.  He leaned in and deposited a chaste kiss on her slit.  He backed
off and contemplated a moment then went in again.  He let his lips slide
over the perfection of that baby twat before slightly opening his lips and
applying suction.  He slowly opened his lips wider, keeping up the vacuum
till he was sucking her entire six-year-old pussy into his mouth.  The
taste of little girl cunny began to overpower the lingering flavor of beer
as her passion increased.\par When his tongue came out to trace her slit
Lena moaned and pushed herself at his face.  He began to knead the
compliant tautness of her sexy bottom as his mouth got more into making
love to her pussy.\par Fuck she was sweet.  He spread her lips with his
tongue and speared into her inside.  Her lack of a hymen allowed him to
push in till the root of his tongue hurt from the extension and he did. 
\par Lena squealed and pushed harder against him, mashing his lips against
his teeth as she tried to get him deeper.  The honeyed warmth of her
passage pulsed tightly around the invading member, the sliding passage so
restricted and impossibly smooth that he had to pull out and do it
again.\par The child began to breathe heavily as he began a slow, deep
tongue fuck of her intimate place.  Each exhale was followed by a little
squeak and her hands curled in his hair and began to gently pull, urging
him on.\par His fingers had been roving her bottom now one trailed into her
crack and began to circle the smooth perfection of her little pink nether
entrance.  She squeaked again at this and pushed at him harder.\par He
pulled his tongue from the sucking depths of the child\rquote s twat and
licked the smoothness of her lips before sucking one lip into his mouth and
gently biting it.  Her screech trailed off as his tongue started questing
for her tiny clit.  He found the fleshy protuberance of her hoot and rolled
it around till he felt a hardness like a grain of sand.  He pushed at this
and battered it with a series of rapid tongue flicks.  The small child went
berserk, pulling at his hair and humping his face.\par When his tongue
again slid deep into her pussy and his finger slowly pushed into her ass a
keening shriek split the night and her sexy little thighs convulsed around
his face as she came.\par Arron sucked the small amount of secretions from
her cunny then eased the limp child down into the water.  She was so out of
it he had to support her head to keep it above water.  While he waited her
to recover he peered into the night beyond the hissing lantern and hoped
her outburst didn\rquote t bring Carl prowling.\par Rachel had stood to one
side with her thumb in her mouth and gently swayed as she watched her uncle
molest her older sister.  Now she moved up and tried to tug her sister out
of the way.  The four-year-old wanted her cookies too!\par Rachel\rquote s
insistence seemed to help Lena recover faster.  The older child weakly
fended off her younger sibling and then grudgingly moved aside.  She
dropped down in a shallow area with all the grace of a dropped sack of
potatoes.  She may have been mobile but her expression still said \lquote
TILT\rquote .\par Rachel wasn\rquote t in the mood for style.  The child
simply stepped up and straddled her uncle\rquote s face.  Again Arron had a
puffy, bald child pussy in his face.  Rachel still possessed a goodly
amount of baby fat making her little slot even plumper than her sisters. 
At the moment it looked juicer too, the split halves gaped and moisture
glittered in the pink darkness within.  \par He started on her much as he
had her sister and from her squeals and groans she was appreciative.  She
had something different in mind however and pulled away after only about
thirty seconds.  Balancing with her knees on his shoulders she gently
pushed his head back till it rested on the rock then reversed herself and
gingerly lowered her plump, round, and oh so soft bottom to his face. 
Little Rachel wanted some butt love!\par He gripped her by the waist and
began to lick and nip at her tiny, full cheeks.  So soft and fleshy was her
bottom that he could suck portions of her sexy little ass into his mouth.
This he did where said portions were treated to various indignities at the
\lquote hands\rquote of his tongue and teeth.  The tot alternately cooed in
pleasure and squealed in outrage depending on whether it was the tongue or
teeth doing the molesting at the moment.\par Only when he had liberally
covered the child\rquote s cheeks in saliva and teeth marks did he snuffle
his way into her cleft and start to rim her little ass.  His tongue circled
the tiny opening then skipped over it several times.  Rachel grunted at
each contact and tried to wiggle onto the intruder but each time he skipped
away.  \par He heard a splashing and felt Lena crawl into his lap.  She
knelt with her knees on his thighs.  A second later Rachel gurgled and
lurched as her sister began to feast on her pussy.\par With Lena at the
front Arron relented and pushed his tongue in the back.  Rachel cooed as
her uncles tongue pushed into the humid tightness of her bottom.  He pushed
in deep, the muscles of the 4-year-old\rquote s rectum resisting each
millimeter of progress.  When he bottomed he wriggled his tongue and then
slowly pulled out only to drive in again.\par Rachel began to rock back and
forth, trying to alternately fuck herself on her sister\rquote s tongue and
bugger herself on her uncle\rquote s.  She was squealing and moaning
constantly now, unable to take much of the abuse she was getting.\par The
two molesters sped up.  Arron held his tongue at full extension and began
to bounce his face off of Rachel\rquote s sexy butt.  He held the child by
the waist and fucked up into her with his mouth.  Lena picked up on this
and intensified her own attack.  \par The end came quickly; Rachel\rquote s
legs came out of the water and stuck straight out, the muscles almost
jumping in their tension.  She gave an almighty squeak then went silent
except for a spittle spraying buzz as she came and came and came.\par When
she finally came down she crumpled like a wet rag.  Arron gently lifted her
off of his face and eased her into the water.  He bathed her face and
caressed her coltish legs as she began to slowly come around.\par Arron
though it time to get back but the girl\rquote s insisted he get his.  They
led him out of the spring where they then knelt in the loam of the forest
floor to either side.  What he then got was a bizarre and highly erotic
double blowjob.  One child would lean in and take him as deep as she could,
if that was a full stroke, down the throat that was fine.  If the angle was
wrong and his throbbing dick ended up clogging a choking gullet that was
fine too.  In any case the mouth came up and off and the other sister
leaned in to try her luck.  Back and forth they went; his iron hard dick
changing mouth\rquote s every stroke.  \par The sensation alone was amazing
but the visuals were mind blowing.  Watching the two children at his feet
trading his cock like seasoned whores soon had him nearing his peak.  Arron
looked for the guilt and it was there.  So was the realization that getting
a blowjob from a child was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to
him and that he had two ready to suck anytime, anywhere.  That thought
alone sent him over the edge and he started to spray with his cock in
Lena\rquote s mouth.  The six-year-old swallowed three pulses then pulled
off to let her cock sucking sister have her share of steaming spunk.\par
The next day they got started on the shingles.  It seemed bizarre roofing a
structure that still had no siding on it but they talked it out and decided
that once the roofing was in place they would have something that would
keep materials at least moderately dry walls or no walls.  Besides, they
were in the mood for something different.\par The felt went on fast with
new super dooper staple guns they had bought.  The guns weren\rquote t
electric or pneumatic, in fact they had no power source at all other than
human muscle.  They still had no problem sinking a staple flush into fat
green pine.  Since any tree that had been in the way had ended up as grist
for the mill a few of the boards were a little harder.  They still had no
real problems however; the worst they found was one dark board that the
guns would only sink about half the staples flush in.  The offending
staples got a few whacks with a hammer.\par By noon the felt was on and
trimmed.  They had a lunch of Irish stew with way too many seasonings, a
Jenny experiment, then got back to work.  A lazy hour was spent with a
chalk line then the shingles started on.  The plan had been to secure these
with roofing nails and a supply had been purchased.  The staple guns were
doing so well though, and were so much faster, that they decided to try
them for the shingles as well.  Before the mosquitoes drove them off at
dusk they had about half of them on.\par After supper Arron grabbed a
lantern and headed down to the old tractor.  The penetrating oil had worked
its magic and he managed to free the last sparkplug.  He got a generous
dollop of the wonder lube into the cylinder then covered the old Fordson
back up and joined the others at the spring.\par That night the girl\rquote
s were given generous helpings of hot cocoa then sent to bed.  After a
suitable interval the adults adjourned to Carl and Jenny\rquote s tent for
a little three way acrobatics.  It was after two when Arron finally got
back to his own tent.  He found the children naked atop Rachel\rquote s
sleeping bag.  Lena\rquote s head was pillowed on her sister\rquote s thigh
while one of the four-year-old\rquote s hands was still entangled in the
older girl\rquote s hair.  Both were covered with goosebumps from the
chill. He debated pajamas but finally just stuffed them in their respective
bags in the raw.\par Since the roof geometry was so simple, no valleys,
gables or anything else to complicate the installation, they easily had the
remaining shingles on by noon.  After lunch they policed up the roofing
debris then began to discuss the siding.\par Standard siding boards had a
step milled into one edge to allow the upper board to lock over the one
beneath it.  They were using rough sawn lumber and had no way to create
such a step.  There was some discussion about routing them in but that
would have meant a massive amount of work, not to mention the electronic
lives of about four to five of the hobbyist grade routers the home center
carried.\par The final decision was just to start at the bottom and overlap
the boards clinker fashion without benefit of a step.  That would require
careful measurement and attention to the fitting if small errors
weren\rquote t to multiply into major headaches a few courses up but that
was table stakes.\par The discussing and gesturing had eaten several hours
so they decided to get started in the morning,\par There was still plenty
of light left so Arron wandered down and tinkered with the old tractor for
a bit then headed through the woods for some more exploration.  He reached
the old Buick they\rquote d discovered on their previous recon and headed
downstream.  He hadn\rquote t gone more than a few dozen yards when
something caught his eye.  He clambered down the bank and pulled some brush
aside.  A concrete footer, half buried in the silt spanned the width of the
stream.  It disappeared into either bank.  A little more investigation
revealed that some of the moss covered \lquote rocks\rquote scattered about
were actually chunks of concrete.  There had been a dam here.  It had
either been deliberately destroyed or given way during a flood at some time
in the past.\par He stepped back and examined the area upstream.  He
mentally filled in the confines of a good sized pool the structure would
have created.  He grinned and headed back toward camp.  He\rquote d been
thinking it would be nice to have a cool place to splash and play during
the summers.  Soon it would be hot enough that the waters of the spring
would be a trial rather than a treasure.  They had no cold spring and
damming a creek involved more officialdom than buying a good used atomic
bomb.  If you could prove there was a pre-existing structure you were
simply restoring however the red tape fell away.\par They were again
getting low on groceries.  The men didn\rquote t want to cut into the house
construction (and Arron did not want to go back into Avery, not yet!) so it
was decided that Jenny would take the girls and make a victual run the next
day.  She raised her eyebrows at several things that Arron added to the
list but took the slip of paper and his check card without protest.\par
That night Arron finger fucked little asses and ate little pussies to two
pre-teen orgasms.  He then jacked off into Rachel\rquote s tiny mouth and
watched the girls kiss his cum back and forth.\par Jenny left the next
morning as soon as the men had transferred their tools from the Ram to the
F-150.  As soon as she rattled out of site the men mounted up and headed to
the house.\par It was slow, slower than expected.  They stapled roofing
felt to the studs as a vapor barrier, that went quick, it was the last
thing that would do so that day.  Several times boards had to be pulled
back off after post installation measurement showed them to be too high or
too low.  After the third such they huddled and decided to start using the
chalk line to mark the overhang.  That worked well with the straight boards
but much of the green lumber had warped since it was cut.  The long runs of
the siding made this a real issue.  They used the straighter ones and set
the really crooked ones aside for other uses.\par They had just gotten into
a stride when they exhausted the supply of one inch thick boards.  The mill
was coaxed into life and they ripped lumber till noon.\par Lunch was a
bachelor\rquote s feast of baloney sandwiches and beer.  Miraculously they
still had some ice so at least the beer was cold.\par It was after dark
before Jenny got back, she had a bed full of supplies, a speeding ticket
and a very bad attitude.  Several cold ones cured the attitude, though good
natured razzing about the ticket might have delayed this for a beer or
two.\par Toward the latter part of the evening a now mellow Jenny was
sitting on Carl\rquote s lap with Rachel on her knee.  Jenny dropped her
head down and nuzzled her daughter\rquote s raven hair.  She must have said
something because the child looked up at her mother and smiled.  They
shared a giggle then Rachel settled back against her mother\rquote s
stomach.\par A moment later, Jenny managed to catch Arron\rquote s eye. 
She gestured downward where she had lifted the front of the child\rquote s
nightie to her waist, baring her daughter\rquote s plump, bald twat to the
lecherous gaze of her pedophile brother-in-law.  Rachel added fuel to the
fire by sticking her finger between her lips and finger fucking
herself.\par Arron\rquote s dick hardened like a length of cold iron.  It
wasn\rquote t the view.  While stimulating in itself he had seen
Rachel\rquote s sexy little pussy on numerous occasions.  It was the way
the view was presented and where.  Jenny was displaying her own
daughter\rquote s bald cunt to a child molester while seated in her
husbands lap.  Fuck!\par Mother and daughter shared a giggle at his
discomfiture.  Carl hugged them both and shot a crooked grin at his
brother, the silliness of the female of the species\'85If only he knew.\par
Over the next week they planked like crazy.  They were averaging a little
less than half a wall a day.  That meant there was just one wall open when
the fresh food and ice again gave out.  Arron was ready to go into town
this time.  His days had been filled with grinding work and his nights with
bald kiddy pussy and ball draining kiddy mouths.  He needed a break. 
Besides, the nearly two weeks without a police cruiser climbing the
mountain had gone a long way toward easing his anxiety.\par They stopped at
the ranger station long enough for Arron to inquire about rebuilding the
dam.  He was given a handful of forms and told to return them along with
pictures of the structures remains if possible.  They then lit out for
Avery.\par They were in town by early afternoon.  Jenny didn\rquote t have
any extra shopping to do so they dropped her and the girls at the motel
then headed for the home center.  This time they were interested in
insulation and drywall.  They looked at the big rolls of fiberglass
batting, sheets of styrofoam and finally at big bales of cellulose, the
latter was actually shredded and treated newsprint.  They liked that, it
was more environmentally friendly than either fiberglass or styrofoam but
it took a special machine to blow it into the walls after the wallboard was
up.  The store had the machine for rent but the logistics of getting it and
then getting it back while working out the timing of it all weighed against
that option.  They finally decided on the fiberglass.\par At Arron\rquote s
suggestion they also visited the electrical department.  Several large
rolls of romex as well as a huge contractor\rquote s box of plastic outlet
boxes went into a cart as did a big breaker box.  There was no power
available to the property but Arron had thoughts along those lines.  The
wiring and boxes would be easy to install now though and a cast iron bitch
to retrofit later.  The additional expense was only a few hundred dollars,
an investment well spent if they did eventually come up with some kind of
power arrangement.\par They picked out the door hardware, knobs, deadbolts
and the heaviest hinges they could find.  They\rquote d actually considered
pre-hung doors.  It would have been easy but it went against the ethos. 
Besides, those on display were either plain or ugly; the good stuff all had
to be ordered.\par They\rquote d wisely trimmed out the window openings to
take standard size glass so it was only a matter of picking a style. 
Arron\rquote s philosophy was that a window was a window so they grabbed
the cheapest ones they could get with a brown frame.  \par At the loading
dock they burdened the Ram with insulation and sheet after sheet of drywall
then headed back to the hotel to pick up Jenny and the girls.  Supper was
breakfast at Denneys.  Carl was all for going to the drive-in again but he
didn\rquote t look that disappointed, or thankfully suspicious, when both
his wife and brother quickly begged off.\par It was still a little cool for
the pool, at least for the adults.  Lena and Rachel however donned suits
and charged in.  There were several other children in the water and the two
Winters girls had soon made fast friends.  Arron watched this with some
apprehension but apparently Lena had learned her lesson in discretion and
communicated it to her sister as well.\par They stopped at a discount store
the next morning and Arron bought a cheap digital camera.  They then hit
the grocers.  So full was the truck with building supplies that most of the
food had to go into the cab.  It was a cramped ride back.\par While Jenny
and the girls put the food away the brothers drove to the house and began
to unload the truck.  The insulation and drywall were piled in a back
corner, as far away from the open wall as they could get.  \par \ldblquote
We could plank some more.  We\rquote ve got several hours of daylight
left\rdblquote , Carl said.  He didn\rquote t sound enthusiastic.\par
\ldblquote Could\rdblquote , Arron answered.  He damned well knew he
wasn\rquote t enthusiastic.  Still, they needed to get something done.\par
The stood in silence a further moment the inspiration came.\par \ldblquote
We could bake in the fire places.  I\rquote ll bet the clay\rquote s good
and dry by now.\rdblquote\par Carl perked up at that.  \ldblquote
Let\rquote s check!\rdblquote They trooped up the stairs.  The upper fire
places had been the last ones built.  They poked and prodded but the joints
seemed good and dry.  They exchanged a grin and a nod.  It was always good
to combine work and fun when at all possible.\par Carl went to get Jenny
and the kids while Arron started piling up bits and pieces of lumber. 
There was plenty of that.  Mill scrap, odd cutoffs from the flooring and
planking, there was a lot and it was lying all over.\par The Ram clattered
back and the remainder of the Winters clan pitched in.  With Jenny and the
girls gathering lumber the brothers began laying the fires.  A little paper
and some shavings were piled in each of the four fire places then some
bigger stuff placed on top.  When it was ready they were lit together. 
\par The fires caught quickly.  Arron and Carl took the second floor fire
places, Jenny and the girls handled the lower ones.  They had to feed them
and keep feeding them.  They needed the fires hot, hotter than they would
ever get in actual use and keep them that way for several hours.  The goal
was to set the clay, firing it into a strong, weatherproof ceramic.\par The
fires got hot and then hotter.  Arron was pleased to feel a warm breeze
coming from the gap between the outer and inner liners.  They were supposed
to work that way, circulation by convection but he\rquote d had a few
doubts.\par It was a lot of work, keeping the voracious flames fed, the
blast furnace heat didn\rquote t help and soon they were sweating
profusely. Jenny had it the worst.  As soon as the sweating started her
\lquote help\rquote decided this wasn\rquote t fun any more and opted out
of their contract.  At least she didn\rquote t have to haul wood up the
slope and a flight of stairs.\par At dusk flames were shooting several feet
out of the chimneys and the fires were sucking with a dull roaring sound.
The kept at it, shoving in the wood for nearly an hour after full dark. 
Arron then called a halt and they mopped sweat and watched the fires wane
and then finally, begin to die back.  \par When they had died back enough
Jenny produced a bag of marshmallows.  The girls had great fun burning the
little confections to a cinder.\par \ldblquote I\rquote m for a bath, any
takers?\rdblquote Carl asked.\par \ldblquote Yep, me\rdblquote , Arron
answered.\par \ldblquote I\rquote d like one too but\'85\rdblquote She
motioned to the girls who were both flagging badly.  Rachel had already
curled up on the hard planks and was sound asleep.  Lena was still upright
but she was blinking and swaying.\par \ldblquote Hell\rdblquote , Carl
said, \ldblquote Just wash the goo off and put them to bed then we\rquote
ll go down.  They can have a bath tomorrow.\rdblquote\par That sounded like
a plan.  Lena protested her lack of tiredness all the way to the truck,
then fell asleep in the two minute ride to camp.\par Arron tucked them in,
taking the liberty of pulling their little girl panties down and kissing
their little twats then backed out of the tent and joined the other adults
for the walk to the spring.\par They did more than bathe of course.  What
started as a splashing contest evolved into a grope fest and then morphed
further into a three-way fuck with a squealing Jenny held out of the water
by four strong arms while two hard cocks pillaged her pussy and ass.  It
was the first time they had tried this particular perversion and all
pronounced it thoroughly enjoyable.\par The brothers got to work early the
next morning they cleaned out the fireplaces then examined them and the
chimneys.  The liners and joints had cooked hard and their were no cracks.
They were pleased.  They started planking and before lunch had half the
last wall up.  They had hamburgers and canned beans for lunch and got back
at it.  They actually might have finished but a late afternoon thunderstorm
blew in.  They moved all of their tools to shelter then stood in a doorless
doorway and watched the rain and lightning.\par They visited the spring but
only for a brief cleanup then adjourned to the dining tent for a supper of
pizza and beer; the girls had to settle for the root variety.  \par Arron
sat up drinking with Jenny and Carl till late so the girls were asleep when
he finally reached the tent.  Lena he noted, seemed to have learned
something about discretion, at least they were both in their sleeping bags.
One night he had come in and found them both sleeping naked on top of his
bag, still locked in the 69 position.  When he\rquote d asked Lena what
would have happened if their father decided to look in on them before
turning in her hand had flown to her mouth and her eyes had gotten very
big.\par The next morning they started a side project before returning to
the house.  Pine needles, brush and scrap wood were piled on the dozen or
so large stumps that made the ride to the house so bumpy.  These were then
fired.  Jenny and the girls used Arron\rquote s truck and played
combination fire Marshall and fire bug, keeping the fires burning but
making sure they didn\rquote t get out of control.  Just in case Jenny took
a radio and Arron and Carl had the other.\par With the fires going they got
back to planking and, despite having to coax a balky mill to rip more
boards, had the last wall solid by ten or so.  They had a beer and wasted
thirty minutes patting themselves on the back then started hanging windows.
As was to be expected there were fit problems and a dozen times Arron
cursed himself for a fool for not buying the four dollar bundle of shims
the home center sold.  He\rquote d reasoned that they had enough wood to
make there own, and they did, but having to ferret out the right pieces and
whittle and carve them turned a several hour job into a daylong affair. 
They got all the windows in but it was full dark with a dew on the ground
before they finally loaded their tools.\par The fires on the road had been
allowed to die back hours before but the coals of the stumps still glowed
sullenly as they picked their way around them.\par Everyone else went to
the spring but Arron was tired and not really in the mood.  He saw them off
then resorted to a sponge bath.  He helped himself to a baloney sandwich
then stripped off and went to bed.\par He hadn\rquote t been in his bag
long when giggling voices and a bouncing light announced that the girls at
least were back.  They tumbled into the tent with Lena proudly proclaiming
how her mother had trusted her to get them back on their own.  Of course by
now there was a well worn path and the children certainly knew the way. 
Rachel simply nodded, \ldblquote Mommy and daddy wanted to baff some
more.\rdblquote Arron suppressed a grin, he figure he knew what his brother
and sister-in-law were doing and it had little to do with bathing.\par Lena
opened her robe and let it slide to the tent floor.  She was bare beneath,
not even a pair of panties covered her lithe form.  Rachel giggled and
followed suit.  \ldblquote Now we want \lquote gasms.\rdblquote\par Arron
groaned and sat up, throwing the flap of the bag aside.  The girls stood to
either side of him.  He put an arm around each set of tawny calves then
slowly slid his hands up, past the hollows of their knees, over the
impossibly smooth, soft perfection of their thighs and onto the pillow
softness of their butts.  Both were still slightly damp and their flesh
felt cool to the touch.\par He caressed their asses for a bit then let his
fingers slide into their bottom clefts.  Rachel giggled and Lena moaned
when he began to toy with their little assholes.  He circled and tickled
then pulled away just long enough to wet his fingers before sinking one
digit deep into each child\rquote s bowels.  \par Their bottoms sucked
hotly at his fingers as his hands sodomized them.  He pulled them in closer
and kissed and licked first Rachel\rquote s and then her sister\rquote s
bald cunnies as he kept finger fucking their bottoms.\par They were getting
into it, both pushing back onto his fingers and alternately pushing forward
onto his tongue when it was their turn for some oral molesting.\par About
five minutes of that was all Arron could take.  His dick was an iron bar.
He pulled his hands free and opened the bag wider then yanked his shorts to
his knees.\par \ldblquote Rachel baby, suck my dick\rdblquote , he croaked.
\ldblquote Lena, eat her bottom.\rdblquote\par They had both been
disappointed by the loss of his fingers but both eagerly moved to comply
with this new play.  Rachel dropped to her knees then waddled forward.  She
bent and licked her uncles bobbling cock a few times before sliding the hot
ring of her lips around it.  Lena shuffled in the shadows more sensed than
seen but Arron knew where her tongue was when he felt her four-year-old
sister moan around her mouthful of prick.  \par His hand tangled in her
short raven hair and began to urge her to greater effort, gently pushing
down as his hips rose to spear his cock into her hot, wet mouth.  Lena kept
up her sisterly butt loving and from the squeaks and squeals that Rachel
was puffing around his throbbing dick she was really pulling out the
stops.\par Rachel climbed her peak quickly.  Soon she was twitching and
wiggling too much to properly eat cock and just let it rest in her mouth as
she squeaked and moaned around it.\par Arron eased her head back till his
cock popped free then gently pushed Lena back.  Rachel moaned in
frustration when her sister\rquote s tongue slid from her little asshole
but that changed to a squeak when her uncle bodily picked her up.\par He
rolled the child into a ball with her knees the either side of her face
then hoisted her into the air.  Lena helped stabilize her then they both
moved in.  Arron ate her bald pussy while her sister sent her little lapper
again worming into that tight baby ass.  \par Whatever ground the
pre-school child had lost she quickly made up and she was soon a quivering
mass of nerves racing toward orgasm.  When she came she shrieked her
pleasure to the night.  Arron winced and hoped that her parents were still
at the spring.\par They tucked the youngest Winters into her sleeping bag
then crept outside for a look around.  All was still quiet.  Arron turned
to go back into the tent but Lena stopped him.  The child dropped to her
knees and started to blow him under the stars.  Whatever powers of protest
he had were soon lost to the hot tightness of her sucking mouth and the
caressing of her agile tongue.  His hands tangled in the softness of her
blond mane and he moaned her name as pulse after pulse of steaming cum shot
into her mouth only to vanish down her throat.  \par Lena wanted the favor
returned right there so he ate her there, out in the open.  She shoved her
fist in her mouth to muffle her own noises of passion.  When her thighs
finally tightened around her uncles cheeks a blob of bobbing light was just
visible as it made its way through the woods toward the camp.  Giggling
they stole back into the tent and were soon fast asleep.\par At breakfast
Jenny was calmly buttering a slice of toast when she asked.  \ldblquote
What did you do with the girls last night?  We heard one of the scream all
the way to the spring.\rdblquote She smiled at him as she took a bite, her
eyes twinkling mischievously.\par The dew still glistened when the men
attacked the burned out stumps with axes and hoes.  Most had burned to at
least flush with the ground, two actually low enough to leave holes, only
one stump still protruded enough to cause problems.  The charred material
was chopped away then spread and the holes were filled.  They stacked more
wood around the last stubborn hold out and set it alight.  Once again Jenny
drew the job of fire marshal.  \par Carl and Arron were both coated with a
fine dusting of ash.  By mutual consent they walked to the spring and had a
quick rinse before returning to the house site.\par \ldblquote What
now?\rdblquote Carl asked.\par Arron lit a cigarette, \ldblquote Well I was
thinking about starting on the doors.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Makes sense
to me.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote If we get them hung today we need to start
on the inside walls.\rdblquote\par Arron had some ideas about the doors but
had not actually thought them fully out.  He grabbed a pad from the truck
and the brothers sat on a log while they talked and sketched.  What finally
emerged was your classic frontier cabin door, a layer of planks with the
\lquote Z\rquote style cross bracing.  Carl had wanted a window but that
extravagance would have added complication and seriously weakened the door,
not to mention the fact that they had nothing to make the window from.\par
The sat up some saw horses and started to fabricate two doors side by side.
The planks were cut, laid out then butted together.  The cross bracing then
went on.  After the holes were drilled the mating surfaces got a thick coat
of waterproof glue then carriage bolts and nuts bound it all together.\par
Arron had secretly expected to be done by noon.  That was optimistic.  The
doors only took a couple of hours to build but the trimming, framing,
hanging, shimming and hardware installation ate the rest of the day.  The
house had two doors, both would open inward to accommodate screen doors, it
was the back door, the one facing down slope toward the demolished tractor
shed that presented the real problem.  A porch and stairs were planned
there but at the moment it hung over a twenty foot drop.  That meant the
entire installation had to be done from inside.  They finished that one by
lantern light.  They tried it several times then promptly nailed it shut to
appease Jenny.  She hadn\rquote t even seen it yet but both knew how
she\rquote d react to that first step.\par The next morning they had to
un-nail it to get the varnish on.  Both doors got a coat, without it they
would swell so tight they\rquote d be impossible to open after the first
rain.  \par The inside walls would actually have been far easier before the
roof went on.  They\rquote d been in a rush to get something weather tight
however, now it was time to suffer for there hurry.  The boards had to be
carried in, stick by stick, and the walls built in place.  Arron insisted
on doing the second floor first.  It was going to be the biggest bitch in
any case but having to haul it\rquote s planks through the framed maze of
the lower floor would have made it far worse.  It was bad enough as it was.
The studs could be carried through the house but the long boards for the
floor and top plates had to be hoisted up and fished through a window.\par
It was hard work, made no easier by the fact that summer was coming on and
they were now working in a closed, un-insulated box.  Even with the doors
and windows wide open it was a sauna inside and frequent breaks were
required.  \par They were three days into it when ice was again required.
Jenny took the Ram and the girls and clattered off while the brothers
trudged back to the sweatbox.  \par They were just finishing off the second
floor when the Ram rumbled back, it\rquote s bed laden with unstowed
groceries and one industrial sized pedestal fan.  They put the latter to
use right away and finished the remaining two hours of the day in relative
comfort.\par That night after a supper of store bought fried chicken and a
good spring soak Arron fingered and ate two rambunctious hellions to
delicious cums then jerked off into a six-year-old\rquote s waiting
mouth.\par The next morning Carl\rquote s cell phone rang during breakfast.
He wondered off to take the call but they could still here him arguing with
someone on the other end.  When he came back he was grumpy.  He wasted no
time\par \ldblquote I\rquote ve got to go to New York again.  Those
incompetents fucked something up!\rdblquote\par \ldblquote When?\rdblquote
, Jenny asked.\par \ldblquote They want me there on Tuesday.  There\rquote
s a meeting then I have to sign more damned papers.\rdblquote He looked up
from scrambled eggs.  \ldblquote You don\rquote t have to go this time
honey.\rdblquote\par Jenny bit her lip.  \ldblquote No, I\rquote ll
go.\rdblquote She hooded her eyes and giggled.  \ldblquote Maybe I\rquote
ll do some shopping, go to Fredrick\rquote s, pick up some things that
sleepy little \lquote ol Avery doesn\rquote t offer.\rdblquote The emphasis
she put on \lquote things\rquote set both men\rquote s hearts to beating a
little faster.\par It was currently Saturday, Carl and Jenny would have to
leave Monday that meant it was time to get some work done.  The got to work
framing up the inside walls on the lower floor.  The big fan really
increased the comfort level and they were soon into a groove.\par In layout
the house would have a kitchen, a large living room and a generous general
workroom on the lower floor and four bedrooms on the top.  There would be a
bathroom on each floor as well.  There would be no closets.  By consensus
they\rquote d decided to go back to the old way, storage would be in
cupboards, chests and dressers.  It had been Jenny\rquote s idea, it seemed
more \lquote quaint\rquote .  It also simplified the framing.\par

   The fewer rooms on the lower floor and a generally more open layout let
then finish the framing by late Sunday afternoon.  They had an early spring
romp then while Carl and Jenny began to pack Arron dug out the camera
he\rquote d bought and wondered off to take a score or so of pictures of
the old dam site before the light failed.\par That night Arron was invited
to a three-way.  The girl\rquote s had to fend for themselves as the
brother\rquote s conspired to fuck Jenny into a squirming pile of
protoplasm.  She didn\rquote t seem to mind much.\par After breakfast Arron
gave Carl the camera and asked him to get some prints made.  Then husband
and wife mounted up and headed down the mountain.  When the clatter had
died away Arron got his own keys and headed for his truck.  They\rquote d
transferred the tools the night before.  \ldblquote Come on girl\rquote s.
Let\rquote s get to work.\rdblquote A giggle from behind him caused him to
turn.  Rachel was just stepping out of her panties.  Lena was already
naked. He sighed and willed his dick down.  It was going to be a long
several days.\par He spent an hour wondering through the house using a
carpenters pencil to mark the location of power outlets, switches and light
fixtures.  Twice he had to ward the children away from the \lquote door to
nowhere\rquote .  Finally he gave up and again nailed it shut.\par He
nailed a length of scrap between two studs on an interior wall of the
workroom then muscled the big breaker box into place.  After making it fast
he started installing the switch, outlet and fixture boxes.  These went
quickly.  All he had to do was make sure they were flush with the studs and
straight.  They even had their own built in nails.\par He had just finished
with the bottom floor and was heading up the stairs with an armload of
boxes when a sight stopped him cold.  Rachel was on all fours atop a pile
of sawdust.  Her sister\rquote s face was completely hidden by the pillowy
lushness of her little white butt.  Her eyes had already started to glaze
and a little sliver of saliva drooled from her mouth as her bottom was
lovingly reamed.  She sighted Arron and merely opened her mouth wide.\par
He groaned and dropped his burden then stepped up.  He dropped his pants
then fell to his knees before plugging the four-year-old\rquote s mouth
with dick.  She gave him a lazy fifteen minute suck that got him close but
not over before she herself succumbed to her sister\rquote s tongue and
collapsed.  Lena finished the job, sucking him off and then vacuuming every
drop from his cock.  \par When he picked up the boxes and finally headed
upstairs the older child was trying to revive her younger sibling by giving
her mouth to pussy resuscitation.\par It took only an hour or so to finish
installing the boxes.  He then fired up the generator and got out the
drill. Drilling the studs and pulling endless lengths of Romex was a bit
slower but he got a good start on the first floor before lunch.  He then
rounded up his naked charges and they rode back to camp for sandwiches and
Kool-Aid, the latter left orange and blue rings around the girls mouths,
each to their flavor.  When they headed back to the house this had already
been metamorphosized into orange and blue little bald pussies.  The little
trollups were insatiable!\par Arron planned the wiring runs to minimize the
amount of wire needed, and thus the amount of work he had to do.  Still,
there was a lot of wire.  Each bulky gray cable fed three, four or
sometimes five boxes.  Each had to be then routed up, through holes drilled
in the second floor joists and down to the breaker box.  It was then on to
the next run.  It was twilight when he finally finished the lower
floor.\par The girls, worn out by an unaccustomed opportunity for all day
sex, had been asleep for several hours.  They were in a corner, atop a
balled up tarp, cuddled up in each other\rquote s arms.  He gently woke
them and half guided and half carried them to the truck.\par They ate
fairly well, even though the fare was simple then they headed for the
spring.  The water completed the revival and within minutes they were
screaming and romping.  Their libidos\rquote had recovered as well.  \par
He was washing Lena\rquote s soft back when there was a swirl in the water
and a dark head surfaced between the older child\rquote s thighs.  He
caught one flash of white teeth then Lena moaned as the youngest winters
applied mouth to sisterly pussy.\par The older girl\rquote s hands stroked
her sister\rquote s hair, \ldblquote Yeah, like that Rachel, suck the
goodies out of me.  Oh, get your tongue inside
my\'85.my\'85PUSSSSYYY\rdblquote The last was nearly shouted as little
Rachel drilled deep.\par She leaned her head back on Arron\rquote s
shoulder.  \ldblquote I love how Rachel sucks pussy.  She\rquote s real
good at it and she really, really likes to do it!\rdblquote\par Arron
nuzzled her neck while keeping up the slow massage of her soft back. 
\ldblquote So do you.\rdblquote\par Lena giggled.  \ldblquote Yeah,
she\rquote s got the sweetest little cunny.  \lquote Course I love her butt
too.  The way she squeezes my tongue when I\rquote ve got it all the way up
her bottom makes my cooter all hot and wet.\rdblquote She twisted her head
about and met her uncle\rquote s lips with her own in a chaste buss. 
\ldblquote I like sucking your dick too.  I think I\rquote m going to want
some here soon and I want you to really fill my mouth.\rdblquote\par Rachel
pulled off her sister\rquote s cunt.  \ldblquote You drank the last cums he
had.  I wants it this time!\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Well you could have
had it.  You were just too slow about it.\rdblquote\par Rachel popped a
thumb in her mouth then yanked it back out.  \ldblquote Can\rquote t go
fast with you eating my butt!\rdblquote\par \ldblquote You have
before!\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Couldn\rquote t this time!\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote Could too!\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Could not!\rdblquote\par
Arron decided to intervene before the argument got out of hand.  \ldblquote
Girl\rquote s that\rquote s enough.  You have to learn to share.\rdblquote
He kissed Lena again.  \ldblquote She\rquote s right you know.  If she
wants it it\rquote s her turn.\rdblquote He felt faintly ridiculous
mediating an argument over who got to eat his spunk but it was damned
erotic too.  His dick was already hardening against Lena\rquote s soft
bottom.\par The older girl giggled; maybe she felt the silliness of it too.
\ldblquote Okay, but I get to suck some.\rdblquote She gently reached out
and pulled Rachel\rquote s thumb from her mouth.  \ldblquote Right now I
don\rquote t want you to share Rachel, you can have it all.\rdblquote So
saying the put her hand to the back of her sister\rquote s head and pulled
the elfin little face back into her cunny.  \ldblquote Eat my
pussy!\rdblquote\par Little Rachel must not have had any objections; she
went right to it in either case and brought commendable enthusiasm to the
task as well.\par Something, maybe a noise, maybe only a stray breeze
caused Arron to turn his head and gaze at the bank behind him.  What he saw
froze his blood and made his incipient hardon wilt like a soggy
cornflake.\par A blonde wraith, made silver by the filtered moonlight,
stood on the bank.  She doffed her robe and hung it on a branch.  Feeling
his gaze she raised a finger to her lips in a gesture for silence then
slowly began to ease into the water.\par She moved with admirable stealth,
raising hardly a ripple as she ghosted up behind Arron.  A moment later
Jenny whispered into his ear.  \ldblquote Are we having fun?\rdblquote\par
When he made to respond she shushed him, \ldblquote don\rquote t talk,
watch and enjoy\rdblquote , she whispered.  There was the smallest of
swirls and then she was gone.\par Lena had again leaned back against
Arron\rquote s shoulder and closed her eyes.  That meant that only Arron
saw the girl\rquote s mother stealthily surface behind her youngest.  Her
hands slid around the four-year-old\rquote s thighs, lifting the child from
the spring floor and spreading her legs.\par Rachel, used to this treatment
merely cooed into her sister\rquote s soft sex and kept eating pussy. 
Jenny tossed her hair back over her head then descended to plant feather
light kisses all over the shapely white bottom before her.  Her tongue
followed her lips; she lathed the child\rquote s cheeks before licking the
length of her cleft.  She licked it again, going deep then deeper.  When
she hit bottom she moved forward till the tip of her tongue found the
smooth, pink little dimple of her daughter\rquote s ass.  She poked at it a
bit, gauging the resistance then pushed inward, forcing the sphincter to
open and allow her access.\par Four-year-old\rquote s are not known for
cognitive reasoning but Rachel was bright for her age.  While she was
enjoying the yummy bottom molesting she was getting it finally occurred to
her that the numbers did not add up.  She was still tongue deep in Lena
pussy so it wasn\rquote t Lena in her bottom.  Lena was sitting in their
uncle\rquote s lap so it wasn\rquote t uncle in her bottom.  With the lack
of concern only the young have it didn\rquote t really distress her that a
stranger was tongue fucking her ass, she was curious though and with a
flexibility also born of youth pulled her tongue from her sister\rquote s
gooey twat and twisted her neck nearly 180 degrees.\par \ldblquote
Mommy!\rdblquote , she shrieked, perhaps a bit in alarm but mostly in joy.
\ldblquote Mommy\rquote s here and she\rquote s got her tongue in my
butthole!\rdblquote\par That got Lena\rquote s attention.  Her eyes flew
open.  She was older than her sister and a measure more mature, she also
had a recent example of the problems a lack of discretion could cause.  All
this meant she registered her mother\rquote s presence before her mind
processed exactly what her mother was doing.  Despite recent whispered
intimacies and giggling confessions her reaction was fright.\par \ldblquote
Mommy!\rdblquote Lena shrieked, mostly in alarm and very little in joy. 
She covered her sex and pushed Rachel back, anything to distance herself
from the fact that her baby sister had been making a meal out of her cunny!
\ldblquote M..M..Mommy\rdblquote , she stuttered,\rdblquote we were just
having a bath!  I promise!\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Oh really\rdblquote ,
mommy purred.  \ldblquote And I guess Rachel was just making sure the
inside of your cute little pussy was clean.\rdblquote Without waiting for a
response she went on.  \ldblquote That\rquote s okay though.  I was just
checking your sister\rquote s bottom.  Now I guess I\rquote ll check her
little pussy too!\rdblquote\par She spread Rachel wider then, after a last
lap at her sweet little ass, descended to taste baby daughter pussy for the
first time.\par Rachel goggled then spoke, \ldblquote M\'85M..Mommy
you\rquote re..your\rquote re\'85\rdblquote Giving up she turned to Arron.
\ldblquote Mommy\rquote s eating Rachel\rquote s pussy\rdblquote , she
whispered fiercely.\par Arron had yet to recover himself and was still
formulating a response when Jenny pulled her mouth from her youngest\rquote
s bald little goody hole.  \ldblquote That\rquote s right baby and when
I\rquote m done I\rquote m going to eat your little pussy too if you\rquote
ll let me.\rdblquote She kissed Rachel\rquote s ass then addressed the
child.  \ldblquote Speaking of eating pussy don\rquote t you have a job to
do?\rdblquote Her mouth went back to the child\rquote s cunt while a hand
gently pushed her face into her sister\rquote s cunny.\par Lena moaned when
her sister resumed her snack but her little mind was still trying to get
around the fact that her mother\'85her own mother wanted to eat her
pussy!\par So was Arron\rquote s cock.  His incipient hardon had returned
with a vengeance.  He had a lot of questions but at the moment they could
fucking wait!  With a gentle touch he turned Lena\rquote s still wide eyed
face and sealed his lips to hers.  His tongue slipped into her mouth but it
was long seconds before she began to respond.  She couldn\rquote t ignore
the stimulation she was getting for long however and soon she moaned into
her uncle\rquote s mouth and a small hand slid out to pull her sister in
tighter to her randy little cunt.\par Their position was awkward so Arron
and Lena slipped off their perch and let Jenny stretch out little Rachel on
her back.  The child\rquote s mother then lifted her daughter\rquote s
coltish legs and placed them on her shoulders before diving back in for
more baby pussy.  Arron diddled Lena and they kissed some but mostly they
watched Jenny molest her youngest child.\par Rachel was getting into it. 
Her hands grasped her mother\rquote s head and pulled her tighter. 
\ldblquote Lick mommy, lick my cooter.  Lick it deep mommy\'85.Oh mommy
you\rquote re gonna give me a gasm!\rdblquote\par Jenny upped the ante,
literally devouring her offspring\rquote s tasty little girl slot.  True to
her own words Rachel was soon rocketing to a fantastic cum.  She shuddered
and shook then went noodle limp.\par Jenny seemed shocked by the power of
the child\rquote s climax.  She gently lowered the thin, shapely legs and
backed away.  \ldblquote She said it felt good but I didn\rquote t know she
could actually cum\rdblquote , she said softly to no one and everyone. 
\par Arron, more used to Rachel\rquote s orgasms, rushed forward and
rescued the child just as she was sliding into the water.  \ldblquote She
tends to pass out when she has a good one\rdblquote , he explained to
Jenny.\par He gently laid Rachel out on one of the \lquote couches\rquote
while Jenny sized up her eldest daughter.  With the surprise gone and the
passion banked if not sated there was an awkwardness between them now. 
Jenny licked some of Rachel\rquote s juices from her lip then bit her lip.
\par \ldblquote Lena honey, can mommy\'85.can I suck your little pussy. 
I\rquote d really like to.  But you can say no.  You can always say
no.\rdblquote\par Lena bit her own lip, she was nervous but just the
thought of her mother wanting to suck her set her to tingling.  She finally
jerked a nod.  Arron gently stroked Rachel as Jenny led her eldest to the
stone and helped her up.  They kissed for a bit, Lena again showing shock
when her mother\rquote s tongue entered her mouth.  Jenny stroked her
daughter\rquote s smooth, soft skin as their lips caressed each other.  In
a bit Lena\rquote s tongue came out to play and banked fires were stoked up
again.\par Jenny pulled away from her daughter\rquote s mouth.  \ldblquote
You are beautiful baby, and very, very sexy.\rdblquote She turned and
looked at Arron.  \ldblquote It took me a while to realize that.\rdblquote
Turning back to Lena she kissed the child\rquote s eyelids.  That earned a
giggle.  She then kissed her nose and the hollow of her throat.  She
slipped up the delicate line of the child\rquote s left jaw then kissed the
dainty shell of an ear before running her tongue inside.  That got a
squeal. Her lips slid back down and left another row of kisses across the
graceful neck before sliding up to give equal time to the other ear.\par
Slowly, lovingly the woman worked her way down her daughter\rquote s body.
She kissed and licked the flat chest, teasing the nascent nipples then slid
down the soft belly to play in the child\rquote s belly button.\par
Avoiding the flushed, swollen little cunny Jenny kissed her way onto
Lena\rquote s leg then spent some time loving the soft, sensitive flesh of
her left, inner thigh.  She moved to the knee and lifted the leg to get to
the delicate hollow behind it.  She moved down the child\rquote s shin then
kissed her way onto a foot.  When she reached the toes she licked between
each pair then sucked each tiny digit into her mouth for a bit of
sucking.\par She moved to the other leg and worked her way back up, her
oral exploration soothing yet immensely erotic.  By the time she was again
near Lena\rquote s crotch the little girl had lost whatever reluctance she
had possessed.  She was moaning and twitching.  She was ready for
mommy\rquote s mouth on her pussy and she was ready now.\par Rachel had
returned to the land of the living and together she and Arron watched as
Jenny worked her way around her older daughter\rquote s sex, kissing and
teasing.  Lena was no longer passive.  Her hands grasped her mother\rquote
s blond head and tried to bring face to pussy while her lithe hips swiveled
and gyrated in an attempt to bring pussy to face.  She was panting now and
each time Jenny avoided the prize the child released a small, frustrated
mew of disappointment.\par After a further minute of teasing Jenny relented
and allowed herself to be reeled in.  Both mother and daughter groaned in
passion as hot, wet tongue slid over hot, slick child cunt.  \par Lena was
perhaps a tad more sensitive than Rachel because of her more advanced age,
that was a small thing though, she also been through a prolonged, sexy
buildup that had been denied the younger child, and that was no small
thing. In less than a minute she was squeaking and hunching her
mother\rquote s face.  In two, her head was back and inarticulate sounds
emerged from her mouth as she writhed in passion.  \par Jenny kept pace,
ramping up her incestuous, oral abuse to match her daughter\rquote s level
of arousal.  Another twenty seconds finished it, Lena convulsed and
screamed her cum to the night before her eyes rolled back in her head and
she slipped from the conscious world.\par \ldblquote Wow\rdblquote , Rachel
said softly into the sudden silence.\par While Lena recovered they talked
for a bit.  When confronted Jenny sheepishly admitted she had been pumping
her daughters about the sex they had with their uncle, and each other, ever
since that memorable day she caught them all three together.  At first she
was simply gathering information but almost from day one there had been a
titillation factor as well.  That built week by week; many times she had
frigged herself late at night while imagining her face between one of her
lovely daughter\rquote s slim thighs or one of their pixie faces between
her own.  In the beginning that caused guilt the next morning and not a
little resentment toward Arron for leading her mind and fantasies down that
path.  She\rquote d watched her daughters and discreetly grilled them while
the men worked.  They were unhappy and subdued; there was little doubt of
that.  The picture that finally came together though was that they were
unhappy about being caught having sex with their uncle and the consequences
of that, namely no more sex.  At no time did either child express even the
least remorse about the sex itself.  Her libido raged hotter and the guilt
faded into the background.\par When she suggested the girls go back to
sleeping with Arron she had expected the orgy to ramp back up but from her
daily interrogations found it hadn\rquote t.  This had both relieved and
disappointed her.  There had been relief in the confirmation that her
brother-in-law was not in fact a lecherous fuck just out to take his own
pleasure from her daughters.  There was disappointment however in that
there were no new tales of pedophile debauchery to set her fingers dancing
in the wee hours.\par When she had satisfied herself that the children
dearly missed their nighttime amusements she\rquote d prodded Arron again
and only then had he risen to the occasion, she giggled as she pronounced
\lquote risen\rquote .\par After a bit she had started suggesting things
for the girls to try, like swallowing the whole length of their
uncle\rquote s cock.  Their reports on that front had kept her in cums for
a month.  The girls had never told that Arron had wrangled her part in that
from them and she was surprised to learn it.  She glanced at Rachel and a
still recovering Lena but neither looked particularly contrite.\par She
went on, \ldblquote After a bit I realized that I wanted more.  I realized
I wanted in on the deal.  I was convinced that you weren\rquote t harming
them by having sex with them nightly so I reasoned that it would do no harm
if I joined in.  Several times I though about trying to seduce the girls
while you and Carl were off working on the house but I always chickened
out. When Carl got that call Saturday I saw an opportunity.  I let
everyone, including Carl think I was going to New York with him then once
we were on the road I changed my mind.  I told Carl that I really
didn\rquote t need to go and I felt bad about leaving you with the hellions
so I dropped him off in Beckley and drove back.\rdblquote She grinned,
\ldblquote Ta-da, I couldn\rquote t have timed it better.\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote You left the truck at the bottom of the hill again didn\rquote t
you?\rdblquote\par Her grin widened.  \ldblquote It worked once before.  At
least it isn\rquote t stuck this time though.\rdblquote\par Lena had by now
fully recovered and was propped up on elbows examining her well chewed
cunny.  Jenny smiled and leaned down and kissed it then bussed her
daughter\rquote s nose.  \ldblquote I\rquote m hotter than a firecracker
but what I\rquote d really like to do now is watch my darling daughters
suck some hard pervert dick.\rdblquote She grinned at Arron, \ldblquote
Would you happen to know where we can find one of those.\rdblquote\par
Within seconds Arron was seated and the two girls were at work.  They were
doing the tradeoff thing, each one bobbing once or twice then letting her
sibling have a turn.  They were aware of their audience and really hamming
it up as a consequence.\par The audience in question was most appreciative.
Jenny was soon hissing and moaning as she stimulated her own tits and
pussy. She did find the breath to cheer her daughters on though.\par
\ldblquote Oh yes babies, suck that dick.  Take it all the way down Rachel;
take it into your throat!  That\rquote s it, suck the cum out of your
uncle!\rdblquote\par When Rachel, pumped by the motherly coaching, tried to
keep possession of her uncles dick for a third and then a fourth deep suck
Lena pulled her free with a \lquote hey!  My turn,\rdblquote then proceeded
to eat three-fourths of her uncles throbbing cock.  Jenny moaned at the way
her neck bulged as the dick slid into her throat.  \par \ldblquote Oh yes
baby, you\rquote re only six and already an expert cocksucker.  Show your
uncle what a blowjob is!\rdblquote She was now sawing three fingers in and
out of her gushing pussy.\par Rachel cried foul on Lena\rquote s fourth
swoop, a real deep one that left her uncle\rquote s pubic hair tickling her
nose.  \ldblquote No, fair!\rdblquote She yelled then tugged her sister
clear by her blonde tresses.\par The youngest child took a deep breath and
then pounced.  Arron\rquote s dick slid into her mouth and kept sliding;
inch by inch the cock vanished till her lips were smashed against her
uncle\rquote s hairy abdomen.  Her mother gawked and even Lena seemed
impressed.  On the next stroke she went one better and her little tongue
came out to bathe the upper third of a nut with four inches of pervert dick
in her four-year-old throat.\par It went on, the two girls traded off till
their uncle was a gibbering wreck.  The intervals when they switched off
cooled him just enough to deny the next pre-teen felatio artist a mouthful
of pungent spunk.  His cock was bleeding pre-cum, it trailed in long
strands from both girl\rquote s mouths and literally dripped from their
chins.\par Arron\rquote s groans and puffs set the girls to giggling and
they rivalry was forgotten as they decided to see just how long they could
keep their uncle on edge.  Jenny joined the fun and egged them on till she
decided that her brother-in-law had had enough.\par She went to work faster
on her own pussy then said.  \ldblquote Rachel baby, finish it.  Eat his
cum.  I seem to recall hearing it was your turn.  Do it baby.  Make him cum
in your cocksucking mouth!\rdblquote\par Lena withdrew with good grace and
Rachel went into high gear.  Her head bounced as she let three-fourths of
her uncle\rquote s cock slide back in forth in her tight, silky throat. 
After a half dozen strokes she began to swallow and Arron moaned as her
esophagus massaged his dick.  She kept it up and the moan was choked off by
a rather unmanly scream as his long denied cock began to fire pulse after
pulse of cum into her mouth and throat.  Jenny\rquote s voice joined his as
her simmering cunt boiled over and she dissolved in a fantastic explosion
of an orgasm.\par They all were getting an advanced case of the wrinklies
so they adjourned to the camp.  Arron built up the fire and they sipped
cocoa and the girls tormented marshmallows.  Afterwards little fingers
pried Jenny\rquote s legs apart and Arron slowly jerked his cock as Lena
and Rachel ate their mother to another searing cum.  When she\rquote d
recovered from that one Arron pulled her to her knees and, in the
firelight, mounted her doggy style.  Her daughter\rquote s watched with
voyeuristic joy as their mother was royally fucked.\par They all slept
together in Arron\rquote s tent that night though sleep is a relative word.
Jenny couldn\rquote t get enough of her daughters and caressed them with
hands and tongue till the very early hours.  The girl\rquote s were up to
it and lovingly returned the favor till all finally collapsed from
exhaustion.\par

   When Arron finally arose the next morning it was to find breakfast on
the table and Jenny leaning against it.  Her short skirt had been rucked up
onto her back and her youngest daughter was hungrily rimming mommy butt. 
Her little face was nearly completely buried in the crack of her
mother\rquote s trim, sexy ass.  Her head twisted slightly from side to
side and growling noises escaped from between her mother\rquote s cheeks.
Lena stood naked on one bench, holding her mother\rquote s busy mouth to
her bald little cookie with both hands.\par Food forgotten, Arron climbed
onto the tabletop.  By crouching just a bit he was at the perfect height to
feed the six-year-old his hard morning wood.  It was an intense little
before breakfast orgy that had the three on the receiving end cuming
together.  Afterwards Arron and his eldest niece shoveled in the scrambled
eggs while Jenny orally raped the pussy and asshole of her youngest.\par
Arron climbed in the Ford and drove out to the house.  He got started on
the upper floor wiring.  This was the hardest part because instead of going
up the walls the runs had to go down through the floor.  That itself
wasn\rquote t any harder but having to go downstairs to do the horizontal
run to the breaker box was.  The stiff romex inevitably caught on things or
jammed in the box so each separate circuit required multiple trips up and
down the stairs.  The task wasn\rquote t made any easier, at least
initially, by his aching bladder.  He reminded himself a dozen times to
always piss before sticking his dick in a child\rquote s mouth.  It was
nearly an hour before he could go!\par He heard the Ram clatter up about
around noon but the expected company did not materialize.  He was on a long
outside wall run, cutting the romex and pulling it into each box.  It was
about fifteen minutes before he finished the wall and started shoving wire
down the hole in the floor plate.  He headed downstairs to start the
horizontal pull.  Still not seeing any side of Jenny or the kids he went to
a window and peered out.\par Jenny was leaning on a sawhorse, legs spread
wide.  She wore only a well filled T-shirt.  Her daughter\rquote s were
front and back beneath her, Lena was eating ass and Rachel was dining on
her mother\rquote s shaved pussy.  Jenny had her eyes closed and slowly
caressed her breasts as she was expertly serviced.\par He shook his head,
fought down his cock, and got back to work.  Ten minutes later the three
ladies bounced happily inside.  Jenny was now fully clothed and bearing a
bulging picnic basket.  Lena was struggling with a big thermos jug.  Rachel
proudly brought up the rear with a checkered tablecloth.\par They sat up
above the house and were soon digging into roast beef sandwiches, macaroni
salad and sweet coleslaw.  All was washed down with copious quantities of
lemonade.\par Hardly had the last crumb been consumed and the last belch
(Rachel\rquote s to her giggling delight) been issued when the girls were
tugging on Arron\rquote s pants.  Jenny reclined and watched her daughters
pull their uncles shorts down and expose his stiffening dick.\par Lena
vacuumed it in while Rachel peeled out of her own skin tight shorts and
stepped up, thrusting her own glistening little prize in his face.\par
\ldblquote It\rquote s so sexy watching them do that.  They clearly love
doing it.\rdblquote\par Arron kissed Rachel\rquote s smooth little cunt. 
\ldblquote Which part the sucking or the being sucked?\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote I think they like both\rdblquote , Jenny answered as she wiggled
out of her shorts.\par Lena pulled off his throbbing cock with a pop. 
\ldblquote Yeah, I love sucking your dick.\rdblquote She giggled at the
naughtiness of her own words and returned to her blow job.\par
\ldblquote\rquote Gasms!\rdblquote , Rachel somewhat agreed and thrust her
wet little pussy hard against her uncles mouth.\par Lena sucked cock and
Arron ate immature pussy.  After a bit Jenny oozed forward and start
rimming Rachel\rquote s little ass.  Molested fore and aft, the
four-year-old was soon rocketing to a cum that left her unable to stand on
her own.  The taste and feel of her little twat in orgasm tipped Arron over
and he flooded Lena\rquote s mouth with cum.  He groaned with each hot
pulse and fell back exhausted with the last.  Lena stayed with him, gently
nursing till he went soft in her mouth.\par When he finally pulled up his
pants and staggered back to work Jenny had turned on Lena and was giving
her a not so motherly tongue bath while Rachel twitched in the opening
stages of recovery.\par He worked until dusk and managed to get about half
of the second floor wiring in.  He got back to camp to find a good stew
bubbling away and two proud little girls almost completely covered with
flour.  They\rquote d made a pie, crust and all and though they\rquote d
had motherly supervision they proudly proclaimed that the actual execution
had been all theirs.\par Both were good, the pie crust was on the lumpy
side but it was still tasty.  They then gathered up robes and towels and
headed for the spring.  \par Getting clean was the first order of business
and the water was soon frothy with soap, shampoo and not a little flour. 
Jenny took Rachel and Arron took Lena.  Together they scrubbed clean two
ragamuffins who were perhaps more interested in play than hygiene.  After a
short but intense conference that involved only facial gestures and eye
movements the two adults reached an agreement and without warning the
children were scooped up and tossed toward the far end of the spring.  They
landed in the deeper water in a welter of limbs and came up sputtering and
vowing revenge, incidentally doing a pretty good job of rinsing off in the
process.\par Jenny and Arron took care of their own bath while the children
sulked then dutifully conspired to lose the splashing war that
followed.\par Mollified the kids decided they now wanted a different form
of play and the adults weren\rquote t really that averse either.  \par
Jenny played master of ceremonies and the guest of honor was Arron.  He was
led to the shallows and made to recline in only a few inches of water. 
Jenny then picked up her youngest and deposited the child cunt first on his
face.  She and Lena then went to work on his cock, mother and daughter
licking and sucking together.\par Arron fidgeted a bit then concentrated on
the sweet, soft, hairless little pussy that was against his lips.  He
gently began to lap at the smooth lips as his hands slid up the
child\rquote s sexy thighs to cup her round little bubble butt.  He weighed
each cheek then began to delve into the cleft between them.  Rachel cooed
as a fingertip found and began to circle her little ass.  That was joined
by a delighted squeak when his tongue finished its external reconnaissance
and pushed between her lips and into her tiny vagina.  He licked his way to
her hymen then quested up till he found her minuscule clitoris and beat up
on it a bit.\par Jenny and Lena had abandoned his cock, at least for the
moment.  Jenny had brought some scented bath oil and the two squirted a
generous portion onto their prostate victim and began to massage it in to
his chest and lower legs.  It wasn\rquote t particularly erotic but it felt
wonderful.  Arron concentrated on baby pussy and idly tried to guess who
was who.  After a bit he decided it Jenny massaging his calves, the hands
felt a tad large.  He wasn\rquote t really sure though.\par Rachel wanted a
better view herself and abruptly stood, pulling her uncles tongue from her
cunny and his finger from her bottom.  She reversed herself and Arron got
just enough of a glimpse to find out he was right about his masseuses
before the round whiteness of a perfect four-year-old bottom descended to
block the view.\par The youngest Winters liked this position.  With just a
twitch of her hips she could line up either her drooling little pussy or
her itchy little bottom hole over her uncle\rquote s hungry mouth.  She
couldn\rquote t seem to decide which hole she wanted molested the most so
she switched at rather short intervals.\par The twin massagers were closing
in on his crotch.  Jenny had reached his thighs and Lena\rquote s little
hands were slipping and sliding over his stomach.  She seemed to like his
body hair and gently pulled and teased it as she rubbed the warm oil into
his skin.\par Rachel pulled her pussy from his mouth and slid her round,
sexy ass into its place.  He flutter kissed her little pink funnel then
began to kiss and suck on her cheeks.  His tongue came out and he used it
to caress the smooth flesh of her sweet little butt.\par She was
disappointed that he didn\rquote t immediately shove his lapper up her
tight butt but at the same time she enjoyed the wet abuse being visited on
her jiggly moons.  She cooed and shifted about, presenting whatever part of
her pretty bottom she thought needed to be molested the most at the
moment.\par Arron groaned into her ass as his tormentors at last reached
his crotch and added tongues and lips to the work that nimble hands had
been performing.  The hot oil went on then hotter mouths followed.  He
could clearly tell the differences as his cock slid into one mouth and then
another but he was again hard pressed to say which was which.  They took
turns blowing him for a bit then one mouth took up the burden.  He was
sucked for another minute then that mouth too vanished.  He felt a general
shifting of bodies then a pair of smooth thighs slid around his hips. 
Above him Rachel gasped and started to say something but Jenny shushed her.
A moment later a smooth softness began to caress the head of Arron\rquote s
cock.\par His head was stroked three times then a hand grasped and held him
upright.  An exquisite tightness slowly slid over his cock head.  He
distinctly felt it as the soft heat snapped over the rim of his helmet. 
There was a pause then the grip slowly began to slide down his shaft.  A
groan came\'85a child\rquote s groan.\par Immediately Arron grasped Rachel
and lifted her from his face.  The view that greeted him was of Lena with a
good third of his cock in her little pussy.  Her mother massaged her
miniscule clitoris as they kissed.\par He sat Rachel aside and reached for
her sister.  \ldblquote Damn it Jenny she\rquote s too small!\rdblquote\par
The sexy mother intercepted his hands.  \ldblquote She doesn\rquote t think
so, does she look like she\rquote s about to double over in
agony?\rdblquote\par Arron looked at Lena; the child\rquote s face was
tense.  It was plain that she was having some discomfort but she
didn\rquote t look on the verge of tears.  She smiled at him.  \ldblquote
It\rquote s ok uncle Arron.  It\rquote s not that bad.  It feels like
I\rquote ve got a real big poo but its in my peepee instead of my
bottom.\rdblquote She actually giggled, \ldblquote and it\rquote s going in
instead of comin\rquote out.\rdblquote She relaxed her stance slightly and
another inch of dick slid into her underage vagina.  \ldblquote
Ooooh!\rdblquote\par Jenny kissed her eldest again.  \ldblquote Take it
slow baby, don\rquote t take more than you can handle.\rdblquote\par Lena
bit her lip and nodded.  Her face was a study in concentration as a little
more slipped inside.  She took that and then a fraction more then at
Jenny\rquote s urging pulled up till just the head was in.  Arron groaned
as her velvety tightness slid up his shaft.\par Having established her
limits the child began to slowly fuck her uncle under her mother\rquote s
watchful tutelage.  In just a few minutes her legs began to tire so Arron
gently cupped her bottom and struggled first to a sitting position and
then, slowly to his feet.  Lena moaned as the movement pushed his dick
deeper, and rubbed and pushed it against her insides.\par He turned and sat
her on the rock then waited a bit while she readjusted to the new position.
He started slowly, just gently rocking but in a minute he was gently
fucking two inches of hard dick in and out of the six-year-olds hairless
cunt.\par They fucked for a further ten minutes but neither got off.  For
Lena the cause was likely the discomfort and the slow pace of the
stimulation.  In Arron\rquote s case, though what he was doing was pistol
hot, his concern for the child served as an inhibitor, that and the fact
that she was really too damned tight!\par He pulled out and Rachel
swallowed him nearly too the balls.  The four-year-old bobbed and slurped
for a spare ten seconds then her adam\rquote s apple bobbed as she ate his
load.  Arron stroked her hair as his balls emptied then looked over at her
sister.  Jenny was comforting her daughter with her head between her thin
thighs.  The way the little girl stroked and pulled her mother\rquote s
hair it was plain she didn\rquote t object to the comforting.\par They had
a final scrubbing to rinse the oil off then adjourned to the camp.  There
all had a round of hot cocoa.  Afterwards Jenny rimmed Rachel\rquote s hot
little ass and after applying a bit of Vaseline convinced Arron to try
putting his recovered dick up the little girl\rquote s bottom.  It was
obvious to Arron that the fucking was Jenny\rquote s fantasy, not that of
the children.  Still, they seemed intrigued by this new perversion and
Arron did not believe Jenny would let her libido lead her children to harm.
Again he didn\rquote t come but Rachel did, of course that probably had as
much or more to do with her sister\rquote s tongue in little coo as it did
her pervert uncles cock in her bottom.\par Arron was up before the others
the next morning.  He silently fixed himself a cold breakfast then slipped
off to the house.  He had some thinking to do.\par All morning he pulled
bent and wrestled wire.  Jenny must have known he needed some space because
he was not disturbed.  \par He worked through lunch and finished the last
of the wiring rough in around two.  He went back to camp for a quick bite.
Everyone was dressed and there were no extracurricular activities.  He
excused himself quickly and drove back to the house.\par The next task
would have been insulation and wallboard but that was really a two man job
so instead he drove down to the, now open air, tractor shed and pulled the
tarp from the old Fordson.  \par He\rquote d sprayed down the head bolts on
his last visit so he decided to try them.  The old bolt heads were so
corroded that the correct size socket just rounded them off.  He tried the
next smaller size but it wouldn\rquote t fit.  He solved this with a hammer
and one by one the head bolts surrendered.  \par A few taps from the hammer
and the head released its grip.  He pulled it off, about half of the gasket
came with it but that was to be expected.  He looked at the cylinders. 
They\rquote d been sealed off by the plugs all these long years and had
only a minimal dusting of surface corrosion.  There was no noticeable step
at the top of the cylinder.  That was surprising.  He\rquote d seem some
where you could lift the engine with your fingernails.  The lack of such
here meant cylinder wear was minimal.\par He went to the tool box.  As he
remembered there was a steel stamp kit.\par \pard He went beneath and
marked the first rod and its cap \lquote 1\rquote .  He then broke the
bolts.  They spun out easily and he removed the cap.  He applied pressure
to the bottom of the rod and the old piston \lquote slooped\rquote up and
out of the cylinder.  He climbed up then pulled it and its rod up and out
of the engine.  As he\rquote d expected the rings were stuck.\par \tab He
repeated the procedure on the remaining cylinders then placed the pistons
into the purloined mortar tub head down.  The prescription at this point
was kerosene but they had none.  He substituted gasoline from the five
gallon can in the truck.  He poured in enough to cover the rings grooves
then a little more.  Finally he covered everything up and drove back to
camp.\par \tab Supper started out subdued; perhaps Jenny was having second
thoughts as well.  However, two sexy little hellions had had enough of
subdued.  When Arron stated that he was ready for desert, and reached for
the Jell-O that Jenny had made, Lena pushed the bowl out of his reach.  She
pushed his plate aside as well and dropped her little butt down in its
place.  The little first-grader then pulled her tiny denim mini above her
hips showing all present that panties were not part of her attire. 
\ldblquote I\rquote m still too ouchy down there for more fucking uncle
Arron but I bet my peepee makes a pretty good desert.\par \tab The
presentation was irresistible.  Instantly hard, Arron dropped his face
between the child\rquote s thin, shapely thighs and began to love her
pouting sex with his lips and tongue.  She grasped his head and used it and
her mobile hips to direct his lapper to whatever needing lapping the most.
After a minute of that she ordered him to stick his tongue inside and go as
deep as possible.  He couldn\rquote t refuse and was soon tongue fucking
his sexy niece as her little ass slid around in a pool of spilled gravy. 
It wasn\rquote t long before she pulled him in tighter and moaned her
pleasure to the night as her cum stole over her.\par \tab Jenny and Rachel
had sat through the show but now the woman picked up her youngest and
placed her on the table.  She began to strip the child, throwing each
article here and there as she peeled it off.  When Rachel was naked save
for her frill socks her mother rolled her over then positioned her on her
hands and knees with her bottom facing the edge of the table.  Mommy then
spread her daughter\rquote s baby fat butt cheeks and bored into the
squeaking child\rquote s rectum.  She tongue fucked ass for a bit then went
lower and orally molested pre-school pussy.  She began to nip and bite,
using her teeth to grasp one plum little labia then the other and pull and
worry them.  Soft growls exited from deep in her throat as she tried to
devour her daughter\rquote s pussy and sexy round butt.\par \tab Arron
groaned and moved around behind the woman.  In one stroke he pulled her
shorts and panties to her knees.  He was lining up his cock with her
dripping, shaved twat when Lena darted in ahead of him.  The six-year-old
shoved her face between her mother\rquote s cheeks and rimmed her savagely.
Jenny\rquote s bottom rotated and fluttered like a flag as her tiny
daughter orally sodomized her.\par \tab After a bit the child pulled out.
Jenny\rquote s asshole was visibly distended and glistening with saliva. 
The child licked her mother\rquote s butt flavor from her lips and looked
at her uncle.  \ldblquote Do mommy\rquote s bottom, I want her
pussy.\rdblquote So saying she sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth and
gave a couple of bobs to get him wet then ducked beneath the bench and
fastened like a lamprey onto Jenny\rquote s drooling twat.\par \tab Arron
groaned again, that display alone threatening to make him cum.  He squeezed
his wet cock till the crisis moment passed then lined up and pushed into
Jenny\rquote s ass with one long, steady push.\par \tab The night sounds of
crickets, whippoorwills and distant frogs were for a while overwhelmed by
grunts, groans and squeaks as the eight legged orgasm machine spooled up.
Rachel, Jenny and Arron managed to cum almost together with Lena\rquote s
busy fingers in her own twat putting her only a second behind.  Afterward
they all lay exhausted and silent, only the occasional \lquote oooh\rquote
or \lquote aaah\rquote came from Jenny as Lena sucked her uncles cum from
her mother\rquote s butt.\par \tab They trooped down to the spring but the
previous activities had pretty much done for the adults.  They cuddled and
kissed while they watched the children enjoy a languid 69 that left then
both drained and sleepy.\par \tab Jenny headed out to pick up Carl the next
morning.  At Arron\rquote s urging she took the children with her.  He
enjoyed their company but his balls ached and he knew that if they stayed
there would be more work done on his cock than on the things that needed
doing.\par \tab He tried to boot his laptop but the batteries were dead. 
He could have driven over to the house and used the generator but he
didn\rquote t want to listen to that racket.  Finally he found the 12 volt
adapter and plugged it into the lighter on his truck.  He sat sidesaddle in
the seat with his legs out the door as the machine came up.\par \tab It was
slow going, a cell phone makes a shitty modem but it does work, but after a
bit he found an old tractor enthusiasts site with a link to full pdf files
of Fordson service manuals.  He scrolled down the list till he found his
model and spent thirty minutes downloading the entire file.  Leaving the
computer plugged in he then drove out and parked alongside the old
relic.\par \tab Thirty minutes with calipers, micrometers and one truly
ancient T-gage confirmed a hunch.  The lack of wear in the old cylinders
had puzzled him.  Why had the old beast been parked?  He now knew that the
engine had been bored oversized then had a set of standard sized rings
installed.  When he\rquote d pried one from its piston and put it in the
cylinder the end gap had been four times the maximum allowable.  When the
incompetent and probably long dead mechanic had finally fired the old
machine up doubtless it had produced more smoke than power.  At that point
he\rquote d given up in disgust.\par \tab He scrolled down the pages of
charts.  If he needed oversized pistons he was screwed.  He finally found
what he was looking for.  The oversize was within limits for standard
pistons.  He did need bigger rings though.  He went back online and surfed
a bit more.  Finally he found a site that had 0.040 oversized rings, those
would do.  He ordered them as well as a carburetor kit and sparkplugs.  As
he was getting ready to check out he noticed they had water pump kits and
ordered one of those as well.  He input his check card information and gave
the ranger station as a delivery address.  That wouldn\rquote t be a
problem.  His vagabond lifestyle had long ago forced an agreement between
him and the bank.  He\rquote d had to sign a dozen forms but he could have
put the moon down as an address and they wouldn\rquote t have balked.\par
\tab He spent another two hours with wd-40 and various wrenches and managed
to get the radiator, water pump, starter and generator off the old machine.
He loaded these in the truck and then covered everything up and drove back
to camp.\par \tab He paused only long enough to change his oil and grease
soaked shirt and headed down the mountain.\par \tab He was in Huttonsville
shortly after noon.  He had lunch at a small tavern where the entertainment
consisted of a toothless old codger with a banjo.  He\rquote d never cared
for that instrument but the old man\rquote s gummy grin and the catchy,
fast paced tunes grew on him and he left with a smile on his face.\par \tab
He found a phone booth, they were getting rare these days, the cell phone
was driving them to extinction, and looked through the book.  He noted
addresses and after a bit of driving managed to find the radiator shop that
was in the book.\par \tab The bearded young man in the grease stained
coveralls took one look at the old tractor\rquote s radiator and whistled.
\ldblquote Where did you get that old codger?  Model-T?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Close, Fordson tractor.\rdblquote\par \tab The man whistled
again then retrieved a light with a long flexible body and peered in
through the neck.  \ldblquote Man it is shot.  I\rquote ll hafta completely
recore it.\rdblquote\par \tab Arron\rquote s asshole puckered at that. 
\ldblquote How much?\rdblquote he asked with some trepidation.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, bout a hunnert and a half.  You can pick it up day after
tomorrow.\rdblquote\par \tab The auto electrical shop was only one street
over but the luck was not so good here.  The portly, graying man behind the
counter took one look at the generator and the starter and shook his head.
\ldblquote Wouldn\rquote t even know where to start son.  My pappy might
have known how to get them critters apart but he\rquote s long
gone.\rdblquote He pushed the box containing the starter and generator back
across the counter.  \ldblquote You get \lquote em apart I can check the
windings for you.  Won\rquote t charge for that.  Might even be able to
rewind them but I\rquote ll have to look at \lquote em first.  You need any
parts, brushes and stuff or maybe bearings you bring the old ones in and
we\rquote ll try and match \lquote em up.\rdblquote He shrugged, \ldblquote
Sorry son, best I can do.\rdblquote\par \pard\fi720\tab Arron left and
found a parts house.  He bought several cans of carburetor and electrical
spray cleaners as well as three feet of radiator hose and a 6 volt battery.
The latter was meant for a golf cart but should work.  He also picked up a
small portable multimeter.  He started to buy the cheapest one on the shelf
but after thought grabbed one that could handle up to 240 VAC as well. 
They might need it for the house.  He had a private chuckle at that. 
\lquote There aint a power line in fifteen miles but I\rquote m worrying
about trouble shooting the wiring.\rquote\par He stopped at the grocer and
picked up some fixings then headed back.  He arrived several hours before
the rest of the brood.  By the time the Ram clattered up the hill stuffed
pork chops, twice baked potatoes and fresh bread steamed on the table.  To
his chagrin Jenny climbed out of the truck with a large takeout bag
brimming with Chinese.  She paused for a moment looking from the bag to the
laden table then shoved her burden back into the truck.  \ldblquote Hell,
it\rquote ll keep.\rdblquote\par After supper they unloaded the groceries,
including the takeout and got everything put away.  They then trooped to
the spring.  The kids stripped off and waded in, playing as much as
washing. Carl looked at them with a smile.  \ldblquote I really have some
good looking kids.\rdblquote Arron and Jenny shared a look, both agreed
with that simple statement.\par After bathing they put the kids to bed and
started in on a fresh bottle of Dewers.  Normally that was the sign of a
night headed downhill but they moderated their intake and discussed the
house and the next day\rquote s work.  Arron was hoping for an invite for
some extracurricular activities but Carl and Jenny were making eyes only at
each other.  He withdrew with good grace and made his way to the tent.  The
children were both asleep so he tucked himself and his unrelieved balls
into his own sleeping bag and followed.\par The next morning they drove out
to the house.  Insulation was on the agenda and both wore long pants and
long sleeved shirts.  No matter how you looked at it, fiberglass batting
was a pain in the ass, and the arms and legs too.  They were strolling
through the top floor, talking and working up to starting when Carl asked a
question.\par \ldblquote What are we going to do about these
floors?\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Huh?\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Their rough,
right from the mill.  What are we going to do with them?\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote Well I figured we would sand and varnish them.\rdblquote\par
Carl looked about.  \ldblquote A fuck of a lot of sanding.  It\rquote s
going to make a mess too.\rdblquote\par Arron looked around himself then
nodded.\par Carl went on.  \ldblquote Wouldn\rquote t it be better to do
that before we have insulation and wallboard up?\rdblquote\par Arron pursed
his lips and kicked himself mentally in the ass.  Bro was right!  Arron was
used to being the one doing the thinking where the house was concerned and
his sibling had picked up on something that had slipped right by him.  He
had enough ego for that to sting a bit.\par \ldblquote Yep.  It
would.\rdblquote He grinned at his brother.  \ldblquote I didn\rquote t
even freaking think about that.\rdblquote\par Carl grinned back. 
\ldblquote It\rquote s nice not to always be the village
idiot.\rdblquote\par They drove back to the camp.  They were just getting
out of the truck when Jenny stumbled from the tent.  She looked flustered
but recovered rapidly.  When the children followed a moment later, Rachel
still straightening her shorts, Arron figured he knew what had been going
on.  He was going to have to have a word with Jenny about discretion. 
Luckily, Carl took no notice.\par They explained things then mounted back
up and headed down the mountain.  Once on 55 they pointed the blunt snout
toward Avery.  They did stop at the Ranger station long enough to drop off
the pictures of the old dam and the forms Arron had filled out.  Arron also
explained about the package he was expecting.  The package was no problem
but the portly woman, the same granny type who had been on duty when Arron
had arrived, simply blew out her cheeks as she shuffled through the
pictures.  Several were blurry but there were a number of very clear shots.
She finally admitted that she had no idea what to do with them and asked
them to stop by again on their way back.  She was shoving the entire
package in a large manila folder when they left.\par The home center in
Avery had several large floor sanders available for rent.  The biggest was
a huge ride on affair that resembled a small Zamboni and was probably best
suited for refinishing the floor of say the Superdome.  The next step down
resembled a floor buffer but had a beefier motor.  They rented one of
those, paying for three days and buying several boxes of the sanding disks
in various grits.  They also bought a five gallon bucket of a good floor
grade polyurethane finish.  It had the advantage of not needing to be
waxed. They discussed stains but finally agreed to leave the wood its
natural color.  They had planned on picking up a bunch of the disposable
foam brushes to apply the finish but Carl spotted an airless sprayer with a
damaged box on the closeout table.  They looked through it, making sure the
damage was limited to the packaging then bought it instead of the
brushes.\par A surprise was waiting at the Ranger station.  Bobby Weaver
was there.  He waved them into the inner area then pointed out several
places Carl needed to sign on yet another form, this one rather official
looking.  After Carl signed as the property owner the Ranger countersigned
then affixed a seal.  He stripped the carbons before handing Carl the top
sheet.  \ldblquote File that and hang onto it.  Somebody might get nosey
enough to want to see it one of these years.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote
That\rquote s it?\rdblquote Arron asked.\par The Ranger grinned. 
\ldblquote That\rquote s it.  Try not to flood the forest.  Also, the state
has the right to inspect the structure every five years but for small
private impoundments where there is no chance of property damage downstream
they never do.  Hell, they\rquote re so understaffed that half the dams
they do need to look at are operating on waivers.  I wouldn\rquote t worry
none about it.  Try not to lose that there certificate
though.\rdblquote\par They got back in time to give the sander a good test
run.  After muscling it to the top floor they mounted one of the coarsest
disks and fired it up.  It became plain fairly quickly that the machine had
a mind of its own and that was possessed by demons.  The contraption wanted
to go everywhere but straight and if given even the shadow of a change
would gouge half moon valleys in the floor or leave unsightly burns behind.
The fact that they had used whatever planks were at hand for the floor
didn\rquote t help much either.  The planks had come from various trees and
thus had a wide range of hardnesses.  Since the sander handled differently
on hardwood than it did on the softer planks another intriguing dimension
was added to the labor.  The shut down at dusk and repaired to the camp for
stew and cobbler.  \par That night after a quick wash down Arron abandoned
the spring to the others.  He strolled back to camp and cleared off a good
portion of the table.  Working by a pair of hissing lanterns he then set to
dismantling the starter and generator from the tractor.\par He had the
laptop set up and scrolled though the appropriate sections of the old
service manuals as he worked.  Working carefully and methodically he pulled
the mechanisms down to the component level.  Each part was then taken
outside and liberally sprayed with cleaner before being labeled and put in
a box.  Once he had them apart he used the multimeter to check the stator
and armature windings on both.  To his happy surprise the starter windings
checked out good but the armature winding on the generator showed a
resistance that was way too low.  That was no mystery, the old varnish had
broken down through the years and somewhere there was a short.  It was
actually a miracle that they all weren\rquote t bad.  He was still
contemplating the offending armature when he heard giggling voices
approaching.  He hurriedly boxed the remaining parts and put everything
away.\par Jenny had purchased a Monopoly game at some time in the past.  It
still had the shrink wrap on it.  It was drug out and a game started. 
Arron had never been real fond of board games but he got into the
competition and was soon crowing and groaning with the rest, depending on
his fortunes at the moment.  \par The game was a bit advanced for the
children and despite coaxing from their mother Rachel and Lena both did
some dumb things and were soon in trouble.  It was probably lucky for young
egos that fatigue took them out of play before Arron did.  The game
staggered on a bit once the children were abed but the sudden influx of so
much available property really skewed the playability and they quit after
only a few more turns.\par This night Arron was invited to join the
festivities in Carl and Jenny\rquote s tent and the two men did their level
best over the next hour or so to fuck Jenny into oblivion.  The scream she
let out as her final orgasm rolled over her shook the tent.\par The next
morning at breakfast Rachel looked up from her cereal and spoke in the
matter of fact tone of a serious four-year-old.  \ldblquote Mommy,
can\rquote t you \lquote gasm quieter?  You woke us both up last
night.\rdblquote\par Carl had just forked in a hunk of sausage and it shot
across the table and impacted with the screening of the enclosure on the
far side.  Arron had a mouthful of coffee and sprayed the large platter of
scrambled eggs.  Lena tried to snort cheerios and fell to hacking as one
actually entered a nostril.  Luckily Jenny had nothing in her mouth but the
serving spoon she was holding did tumble to the floor.\par Carl recovered
first and turned to his youngest.  \ldblquote What do you know about
it?\rdblquote There was no anger in his voice but there was concern, plenty
of concern.\par Rachel was confounded at the reaction her question had
produced.  She bit her lip and squirmed before replying in a small voice.
\ldblquote You and uncle Arron were sexing mommy and she had a \lquote
gasm. It sounded like a big one.\rdblquote\par Despite herself Lena nodded
at that.  It had sounded big.\par Jenny stepped in before Carl could speak
again.  \ldblquote They\rquote ve asked questions in the past dear and
I\rquote ve given them a simplified explanation.  You didn\rquote t expect
them not to notice did you?\rdblquote\par That was just what Carl had
expected, or at least hoped for.  He licked his lips and looked at his
wife. \ldblquote You should have told me.\rdblquote He turned back to
Rachel.  \ldblquote Does it bother you for me and your uncle to \lquote
sex\rquote your mother?\rdblquote\par Rachel looked perplexed for a moment
then shrugged; the motion set her dark bangs to swinging.  \ldblquote Uhuh,
it makes mommy happy.\rdblquote She bit her lip then blurted her next
question.  \ldblquote Is it bad?\rdblquote\par Carl colored and seemed at a
loss for words so Jenny stepped in again.  \ldblquote No baby, it\rquote s
not bad.  Some people don\rquote t think anyone but a daddy should sex a
mommy but other people don\rquote t agree.  Some people think that anything
that feels good is good as long as no one gets hurt.  Me and your daddy
think that way.  Still, sexing is a private thing that little girls
aren\rquote t supposed to ask about.  I\rquote ll try to be quieter in the
future.\rdblquote\par Rachel nodded then grinned.  \ldblquote Ok
mommy.\rdblquote With that she went back to her frosty bears.\par Arron
mopped coffee and avoided eye contact with anyone.  He marveled that Jenny
could even utter that last bit of hypocrisy.\par They got to work on the
sanding.  Their previous days observations proved true and then some.  The
machine took some serious managing but it cut rapidly and they only had a
few \lquote oh shit\rquote incidents.  After chewing through three of the
coarse disks in forty minutes they put an 80 grit on.  It was the
difference between night and day.  The machine settled right down.  It went
where it was pointed and did what it was asked.  They decided then and
there to use the 40 grit only at dire need.  \par They grabbed only a
sandwich apiece for lunch and kept working.  By now they were down to 150
grit and the machine could almost be controlled with one hand.  One of them
was now sanding while the other kept the shop vac howling in a desperate
attempt to keep the sanding dust at bay.  \par A fine 220 cut would be
there final.  They switched disks, the Jekyll and Hyde machine seemed
almost thought controlled.  It was late before the final pass was done. 
\par \pard They pitched in together and with broom and vacuum managed to
get the last of the dust up by dusk.\par \tab Arron filled a garden sprayer
with water then went through the upper floor, wetting every where.  This
would raise the grain and, after additional sanding, make the final product
far smoother.\par \tab The managed to sand out the lower floor by
mid-afternoon the next day then they went back upstairs and sanded the
raised grain.  Carl then wet down both floors while Arron put the tools
away.\par \tab The next day was the last on their rental so they started
early.  They did the second fine run on the lower floor then Arron took the
machine upstairs for the final pass there while Carl cleaned up and again
wet down below.  With that done they sat up the big pedestal fan downstairs
to speed the drying.  After that they sat around and talked; only
occasionally stopping to check the floor or reposition the fan.\par \tab
The conversation ranged here and there but finally the topic Arron had been
dreading came up.\par \tab\ldblquote You don\rquote t think we\rquote re
warping the girls do you, I mean with the sex and all.  Shit, I guess I was
na\'efve not expecting them to notice.  I don\rquote t want to be uptight
about it but\'85well you know\rdblquote\par \tab Arron nodded and fought
down the irreverent urge to tell his brother that if he wanted uptight try
getting his dick up Rachel\rquote s ass.  The child\rquote s little
outburst had certainly cooled the passions in camp the last few days. 
There had been no more three-ways with Jenny and Arron\rquote s contact
with the girls had been reduced to fingering them each to a quiet cum one
night.  Rachel had been subdued as well, he suspected that Lena had scolded
her little sister about her outburst but he hadn\rquote t asked.  He
wondered what to tell Carl then finally decided to try the truth, just not
all of the truth.\par \tab\ldblquote No, I don\rquote t think it\rquote s
warping them Carl.  Children are curious and they notice things.  I
didn\rquote t know that the girl\rquote s had asked Jenny about what we did
at night but they questioned me a couple of months back.  It seems that
Lena got up to pee and heard us going at it.  She woke Rachel and they
listened outside the tent for a while.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Shit!
Why didn\rquote t you tell me?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Because I
didn\rquote t and don\rquote t think it was a big deal.\rdblquote \lquote
At least not nearly as big a deal as some of the other things going on in
these woods\rquote , he thought.  Aloud he continued, \ldblquote I gave
them a little lecture about privacy and private things and they seemed to
take it well.  Like I said they were curious.  I told them that it was an
adult thing and they would learn about it when they got older and that was
that.  Neither one of them mentioned it again and I didn\rquote t either.
Look bro, it\rquote s not uncommon for children to hear their parents
having sex.  Kids being kids it\rquote s probably not that uncommon for
them to ask about it either.  All parents have to deal with that.  The only
thing odd here is the third dimension, me.  I think they pretty much
accepted Jenny\rquote s explanation and that will be the end of it but if
it still presents a problem in your mind then the obvious thing to do is
cut out that third dimension.  Your wife is one hell of a hot babe Carl and
I\rquote ve enjoyed you sharing her with me but if its going to create an
issue maybe it\rquote s time that stopped.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Do
you want it to stop?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Are you freaking nuts? 
Of course I don\rquote t want it to stop but I will completely understand
if you or Jenny think it should stop.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Hmmm,
we\rquote ll see.  Is that damned floor dry enough yet?\rdblquote\par \tab
It was, at least parts of it.  So they put the fan on the wet parts and
started sanding on the dry ones.  It was late afternoon before they got it
all.\par \tab They loaded up the sander.  The gas was getting low so they
loaded the drum as well and headed for Avery.  It was just the two of them
so they made fast passage.  They stopped in Huttonsville and Arron picked
up the tractor\rquote s radiator.  It was complete and had even been
swathed in a fresh coat of Fordson gray.  The proprietor handed Arron his
receipt and just shrugged off the thanks.  \ldblquote I had a can laying
around that looked like the right shade.  Yall have a nice
day.\rdblquote\par \tab They drove a block and Arron laid the failed
armature on the auto electric shop counter.  The portly man frowned when he
looked it over.  \ldblquote Well I said I would do it if I could.  I
checked and pops actually had an old book with the specifications. 
I\rquote ll have to set up a machine just for this.\rdblquote His tone made
it clear how little he wanted to do that.\par \tab\ldblquote Would it help
if I kicked in a setup fee?\rdblquote Arron asked.\par \tab The man nodded.
\ldblquote It might, it just might.\rdblquote\par \tab They dickered a bit
more but they finally agreed on twenty bucks to set up the machine and
another twenty for the winding.  He told them they could pick it up in a
day or so.  Arron pointedly did not mention that he would have paid twice
that without blinking an eye.\par \tab It was only about forty minutes
before closing when the Ram bellowed into the home center parking lot,
scattering birds and timid shoppers.  They parked in the contractor lane at
the front and unloaded the machine.  They hadn\rquote t used all of the
sanding disks and a clerk, made a bit grumpy by the hour, gave them a
refund on the remainder.  The same clerk didn\rquote t want to do the
machine check in.  Arron simply nodded and insisted on a receipt for the
return.  A receipt said the machine was fine.  Grumpy knew it would be his
butt, and money, on the line if he checked in a broken rental.  He found
the time to do the post rental checkout.  Paper in hand the brothers went
looking for supper and a gas station.  \par \tab It was early morning
before the truck climbed the final hill and trundled to a stop beside the
still camp.  The dew had settled and everything had an oily film of
moisture.  The fire was a smoldering memory, the coals more ash than heat
though they did manage to emit a slight pop now and then.\par \tab Carl
headed for bed immediately while Arron tarried for a final cigarette. 
There was something magical about this hour.  It was almost dead silent,
only the distant mutter of the wind in the treetops intruded.  Even the
crickets had called it a night.\par \tab He snuffed out the butt and
unzipped the tent before crawling inside.  As he\rquote d expected the
girls were long asleep.  He stripped to his underwear and slipped quickly
into his own bag.  It was still early enough in the year for there to be a
bit of a chill.\par \tab Jenny laid on a full spread for breakfast. 
She\rquote d been experimenting with yeast biscuits for a while and her
latest efforts were big and fluffy.  Between them they demolished the lot,
most went to their doom smothered in a really good sausage gravy.\par \tab
At the house they spent several hours with the shop vac and clean rags,
once all detectable dust had been removed the floors were given a final
going over with a just dampened mop.\par \tab Arron assembled the sprayer
while they waited for them to dry.  The appliance had a hose that allowed
it to pull directly from a one gallon can.  With duct tape and a little
ingenuity they managed to adapt it to the larger container.\par \tab They
started on the top floor and backed there way to the stairs.  The wisdom of
doing the floors before the wallboard went up now became clearer than ever.
Despite the package claims the sprayer did have some overspray but since
the studs it was overspraying on were going to be covered it mattered not
at all.\par \tab It went quickly, by ten they were on the first floor and
by noon they were done.  The sanding had tended to wash out the color
difference between the various woods.  The polyurethane brought it back in
beautiful contrast.  They were both glad they had opted not to stain.  The
floors would get a second coat but they were going to give the base coat a
day minimum to cure first.  They cleaned the sprayer then drove back to
camp for lunch.\par \tab With a rare free afternoon Arron decided to hike
over and inspect the old dam site in greater detail.  At the last minute
Jenny pressed him to take the girls.  Doubtless she and Carl wanted some
\lquote afternoon delight\rquote but that presented Arron with a problem.
He really did want to examine the dam site.  He also really did not want
Carl to come looking for him and find his older brother getting a little
\lquote delight\rquote of his own.\par \tab He needn\rquote t have worried;
the kids were still despite everything\'85kids.  They had never been to
this part of the property and whooped and jumped, hell bent on discovery.
Arron\rquote s only problem was keeping them from breaking their silly,
darling little necks.\par \tab He\rquote d brought a note pad and a tape
measure.  While the children made clay pots from the stream bank he took
measurements and sketched the site.  He turned over a few of the old chunks
of concrete and generally moved the remains around a bit but he didn\rquote
t come any closer to finding out the fate of the original dam.\par \tab
With the girls flying about him like loosely connected satellites he made
his way to the tractor shed.  The gasoline had loosened the gunk in the
ring grooves of the pistons and he managed to pry all of the old rings off.
He scrubbed the grooves and set everything aside to dry.  \par \pard\fi720
Jenny was not happy when he returned.  The girls had discovered the grease
pit and their clothes had suffered for it.  The clay underlayer might not
have helped either.\par \pard\tab They got the second coat on the floors
the next morning.  The first coat had settled like glass and the second
seemed to go on even smoother.  They were both almost giddy with the effect
of it.  It wasn\rquote t yet noon when they got back to camp.  Neither
mentioned anything to Jenny about the results they\rquote d achieved, it
was almost like a schoolboy conspiracy, they were both looking forward to
her reaction.\par \tab Arron spent the bulk of the day on the internet,
researching dam design.  He found a university site with surprisingly good
information.  There were also several government sites that proved a gold
mine.  He was surprised to learn that when the dam height would be less
than ten feet that wood and even unsupported dirt made acceptable
materials. He copied a number of pages then doodled and sketched till
nearly dusk.\par \tab Jenny and Carl had taken an early bath so the girls
went with Arron when it was his turn.  They\rquote d both been good about
the need to reign in the sex but he could sense that was wearing thin.  Had
they never experienced it they would have been merely goofy little girls
and bounced about in happy, goofy little girl ways.  They had experienced
it though, they had become sexual junkies and like junkies everywhere they
were getting twitchy after going too long without a fix.\par \tab He
figured he was in for it when Rachel started stripping when they were
barely out of the fire light.  First her shirt came off, then her shorts.
Each article was carelessly cast on the ground.  Arron picked up each in
turn but his hissed scolding only set the child to giggling.  Lena had been
in front and looked back to see what her sibling was so amused at.  She
giggled too and then decided to join in.  As each piece of fabric hit the
ground the giggles got more intense.  Before they hit the woods Arron had
two very giggly and very naked children on his hands.  \par \tab There was
a fallen tree just before you got into the trees.  Lena draped herself over
it belly down and spread her thin legs.  \ldblquote Fuck me uncle Arron,
right here.\rdblquote\par \tab The wantonness of the display and the
invitation got Arron hard in an instant, he\rquote d suffered too these
last few days.  What he hadn\rquote t done was taken full leave of his
senses.  Instead of a cock the little minx got a hand, it was delivered
palm down over her cheeks and arrived with enough speed to cause a moderate
pop and bring the squealing child to her feet.  Her hands went back to rub
her wounded hiney; however she was still giggling when they stepped into
the woods.\par \tab At the spring Arron stripped slowly while the girls
waded on in.  His cock remained hard and bobbed obscenely in front of him.
The girls were quick to take notice and both reached out to stroke it as he
stepped into the warm water.  Lena bit her lip and looked up at him,
\ldblquote I\rquote m not sore anymore if you want to try putting it in me
again.\rdblquote She definitely sounded willing but not necessarily eager.
\par \tab He groaned as Rachel leaned in to lick his helmet through her
sister\rquote s fingers.  Her warm little lapper slid into the hole.  There
must have been something good there because she tried to shove her whole
tongue in.  He groaned again as the slight roughness of the tip contacted
the sensitive interior flesh.\par \tab He looked back at Lena.  \ldblquote
Did you like it the last time?\rdblquote\par \tab She squirmed, \ldblquote
A little.  It didn\rquote t feel that good, not as good as a mouth anyway
but it made me feel tingly and naughty.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Why
did you offer to let me do it out in the meadow?\rdblquote\par She giggled.
\ldblquote That made me feel real naughty.  It was only the dark hiding us,
no trees or nothin\rquote\rdblquote\par \tab Rachel looked up from her dick
snack.  \ldblquote Real, real naughty.\rdblquote She giggled too.  \par
\tab Lena tried to take his cock away from her sister but the four-year-old
tugged back then ovalled her lips and swallowed him to the balls in one
gulp.  The sensation as he slid down her throat was indescribable.  \par
\tab Lena watched her sister withdraw and take another full stroke. 
\ldblquote She does that good.  Better\rquote n me I think,\rdblquote a
rare candid admission.  Both girls loved each other but there was a full
measure of sibling rivalry as well.\par \tab Arron reached down and pulled
her to her feet then slip her up on a smooth shelf.  \ldblquote Well since
she\rquote s busy I guess you get the consolation prize.  Pull your legs
back to your chest.  I\rquote m going to eat your little butt and pussy
till you explode.\rdblquote\par \tab She giggled at the mental image,
\ldblquote That\rquote s be messy.\rdblquote Even as she spoke she was
laying back and producing her round bottom and soft bare cunny for some
serious molestation.  Fucking might still be iffy in her mind but this she
\lquote was\rquote eager for.\par \tab They were all hot; it took less than
a minute for Lena to start hunching her assaulted crotch against her
uncle\rquote s face.  A minute later she was moaning her sweet passion to
the night.  It wasn\rquote t long afterwards that her smooth, shapely legs
locked around her uncles head as she rode his face to a fantastic cum.  The
sounds of the child\rquote s release and the sweet fluid that seeped into
his mouth set Arron off and he proceeded to blast a huge load into
Rachel\rquote s cum sucking mouth.\par \tab After they recovered they
ganged up on the youngest Winters.  Sucking baby pussy and baby bottom they
sent the four-year-old screaming into oblivion.  So loud was her release
than Lena had to pull her tongue from her sister\rquote s bottom and seal
her mouth to her sisters.  With Arron\rquote s tongue in her bald twat and
his finger replacing sisterly tongue in her ass the child feverishly kissed
her sister and screeched her cum into her mouth.\par \tab They got on the
insulation at the crack of dawn.  The days were starting to seriously get
warm now and both wanted to get as much of the itchy task done in the cool
morning as possible.\par \tab Luckily the bats were the perfect size to fit
between the studs so it went fast.  They again started on the upper floor
first.  The quickly found it was easier to measure then cut the thick stuff
on the floor rather than try to unroll and trim in place on the wall.\par
\tab They\rquote d finished two walls by ten-thirty, but at that point the
heavy clothes they wore to protect against the worst of the fibers were
completely soaked with sweat.  A break was desperately needed.  They came
out and sucked down a cold soda apiece before going back at it.  By noon
they had completed one more wall but both were completely miserable.  A
conference was held and it was quickly decided that the insulation work was
going to have to be done in the cool of the day.  Rather than go straight
back to camp for lunch they took a detour to the spring and used handfuls
of mud to pull the sticky fiberglass from their bodies as they bathed. 
When they finally walked into camp in their underwear Jenny whistled and
the girls giggled.\par \tab After lunch they did get back to work but
instead of insulation they started hanging drywall.  They elected to tackle
the second floor ceilings first since the insulation there couldn\rquote t
go in till it had something to lay on.  They\rquote d discussed renting a
drywall jack but hadn\rquote t for the same reason that they\rquote d
decided not use the blown cellulose insulation, the schedule hassles with
equipment rental.  They were already regretting the insulation decision,
hell the floor sander had worked out ok.  They both feverently hoped they
weren\rquote t going to look back on this latest bit of tightfistedness as
another mistake!\par \tab It actually went pretty well.  A couple of short
scrap boards were nailed to some longer scrap boards and using these
improvised \lquote jacks\rquote they had little trouble hoisting and
squaring the first sheet.  The drill with a driver bit made short work of
the dry-wall screws.  They did wish for a cordless drill, the racket and
fumes from the generator made the hot job more tedious but it worked!\par
\tab They went for whole sheets only, ignoring any opening that was going
to require custom trimming, and managed to get all of these up by dusk. 
There was talk about using the cool of the evening to get some more
insulation in but they were both pretty bushed so they called it a
night.\par \tab Over the next days they worked out a system.  The
insulation went up in the mornings and then it was drywall for the rest of
the day.  They ruined several sheets of drywall before they got the hang of
properly locating outlet, light and switch boxes but they finally did
figure it out.\par \tab On their second day of dry walling Jenny and the
girls showed up at noon with a picnic lunch.  It was the first time she had
seen the floors since they were finished.  Her reaction was everything they
had hoped for and then some.  She wondered from room to room, kneeling here
and there to run her hands over the glassy finish.  It was a hit with the
girls too though for different reasons.  They were quick to discover that
if they got up a decent head of speed and dropped to their butts they could
slide half the width of the house.  They had a giggling good time till
Rachel fetched up against an unfinished wall and banged her head heard
enough to bring blood.  Jenny called a halt at that point and spent the
remainder of the meal comforting the sniffling child.\par \tab On the third
day they got the last of the dreaded insulation squared away.  Since they
were just about out of ice and fresh food they decided to combine a trip to
Avery with a \lquote no more damn insulation party\rquote and spend the
night in town.\par \tab They didn\rquote t get started till around five and
it was almost eight before they pulled into Avery.  The local high school
was apparently sponsoring a big \lquote battle of the bands\rquote ,
marching bands from as far as New Jersey were in town for the event.  As a
result hey had a devil of a time finding a hotel room, it was nearly 9:30
before they finally got settled in a small inn in the downtown area. 
Nearly starved they left the room and strolled three blocks to a 24 hour
breakfast place and gorged themselves on pancakes and bland scrambled
eggs.\par \tab An advantage to being close to downtown was the close
proximity to what nightlife Avery boasted of.  There was a dance club right
across the street.  Jenny squealed at the mention of dancing.  She
practically ripped the keys to the Ram from her husband\rquote s hands and
went bellowing off toward the local monster mart which was open around the
clock.\par \tab She was back in thirty minutes with a slinky red dress that
barely came to mid thigh.  \par \tab Arron was prepared to stay with the
kids, normally both would be out by now but they had both slept for the
entire trip and were still raring to go.  Jenny poopooed that and insisted
on taking the children with them,\par \tab So they did, the club served
alcohol but there was apparently no age restriction, a large number of the
lithe bodies swaying and gyrating under the huge glitter ball were high
school age or younger.  Arron made a guess that a lot of them were from the
bands that were in town.  That impression was reinforced by the fact that
he spied letter jackets from all over the east coast.\par \tab They found a
table and seated the girls with cokes and chips.  Arron took the first
shift and watched Jenny and Carl vanish into the maelstrom of bare limbs.
He sipped his own drink and let his eyes wonder the club.  The females
seemed about half adult, and these ranged from trendy twenty-somethings in
slinky dresses or skin tight jeans up to the fifties some of these in boots
and mid calf western dresses.  Jeans seemed to be the universal uniform for
the men though there were a few garish western outfits and at least one
tuxedo.\par \tab The youths ranged from early teens up.  Here the female
clothing of choice was about evenly split between micro-mini-skirts and
micro short-shorts.  Both outfits left acres of smooth feminine flesh
exposed.  Again, jeans were the outfit of choice for the boys in the crowd.
\par \pard\fi720 He checked Lena\rquote s and her sister\rquote s cokes
then signaled the waitress for another beer.  He finished his old one and
eyed a 12ish blond child in a pair of shorts that left part of her tight
bottom exposed.  He might as well enjoy the view.\par Jenny and Carl came
in after three songs.  They grabbed some beers and sat for a few minutes
then it was Arron\rquote s turn.  Jenny grabbed his hand and tugged him
toward the floor.  The band was playing something with a salsa beat and
they snuggled close.  Arron let his hand trail down Jenny\rquote s bare
back and onto her bottom.  He then leaned in and whispered in here ear. 
\ldblquote Have you got anything on under that thing?\rdblquote\par She
captured his lips for a quick kiss then whispered back.  \ldblquote Nothing
at all.\rdblquote From the mischievous twinkle in her eyes she knew how
that knowledge affected him.  She grinned then ground her crotch against
his in confirmation.  The contact made his already lengthening cock tighten
and rise.  \par \ldblquote Jenny these pants are too tight for that
shit!\rdblquote\par She giggled and did it again.\par They danced a couple
of more songs then it was back to the table.  Lena and Rachel were both
snuggled in their father\rquote s lap and sound asleep.  Arron sat down
then helped divest Carl of one daughter then the other.  When both were
astride Arron\rquote s thighs husband and wife were again off to the dance
floor.\par At first Arron thought the girl at his shoulder was the
waitress. He didn\rquote t need anything at the moment so he started a
negligent wave to motion her on; his brain caught up with his hand in mid
wave, this girl was way too young to be a server.  He looked up, right into
the eyes of the young girl from the drive-in.\par He froze like a deer
caught in the headlights.  Shit!  He couldn\rquote t bolt and leave his
nieces; if he tried to pick the children up and leave she had all the time
in the world to make a scene!  Maybe he could pretend he had never seen her
before and she would go away!  No, that wouldn\rquote t work, he could see
the recognition in her eyes and no doubt the look of shock on his own face
didn\rquote t help in that category.\par All of these things passed through
his mind in less than a second.  That\rquote s how long it took him to
notice that she wasn\rquote t looking at him in triumphant righteousness,
if anything she looked shy and maybe a little frightened.  She certainly
didn\rquote t look like she was about to start screaming \lquote
pervert!\rquote\par He had just come down from his initial fright when the
girl apparently reached a decision of her own; she slipped past his knees
and the dangling legs of the children and took a seat beside him.  Not
looking at him she began to speak immediately, in the cacophony from the
club her voice didn\rquote t carry much further than his ear.\par
\ldblquote I never said anything to anybody about what she said that
night.\rdblquote Out of his peripheral vision he picked up a small gesture
that could have been toward Lena.  \ldblquote I\rquote ll never say
anything.  I promise!  I\rquote ve though about it a lot though, a whole
lot.\rdblquote She licked her lips and helped herself to some of
Rachel\rquote s abandoned Coke.  She took another sip and he sensed she was
stalling for time while an internal debate raged.  She finally put the
sweat damp glass down and began to speak rapidly.  \ldblquote A couple of
years ago my mom and dad divorced.  My dad, he was my step dad really, he
took my baby half sister, her name was Rochelle and she was five, anyway he
took her to Indiana to live with him and his new wife.  He took her\'85took
her\'85took her away from me!\rdblquote There was quiet anguish in that
statement.  \ldblquote We were very, very close, we slept together and
we\'85.did things together.  I loved her, and she loved me.  I\rquote ll
probably never see her again and even if I do maybe she won\rquote t love
me anymore.  I\rquote ll always love her\'85always.\rdblquote \par Despite
his apprehension he was impressed at the child\rquote s lung capacity.  The
harangue came out as a rushed jumble of words without a pause for
breath.\par She took another sip of her purloined drink.  \ldblquote
I\rquote ve always hoped to find another little girl that I could\'85love
like that.  But I didn\rquote t\'85.I don\rquote t know how.  I mean if a
girl said something then I\rquote d be in trouble and people would point at
me and talk and the girls at school\'85.god I\rquote d just die if they
found out!  They might even take me away from momma and put me in a home! I
can\rquote t do that to momma I can\rquote t\rdblquote \par She went silent
for a bit and then went on.  \ldblquote When I heard what your little
sister said it got me so exited\'85so turned on\'85it was like\'85maybe I
could watch you all and maybe\'85..maybe I could just touch her like I used
to touch Rochelle.\rdblquote\par With his initial fright over Arron studied
the girl.  She fidgeted under his gaze and dropped her eyes.  Her hands
played nervously in her lap.  She was young even for the crowd here; he
figured 11 or 12, a late blooming 13 at the very oldest.  She had a pretty
face with just a hint of freckles.  She had braces and Arron guessed she
was self-conscious about them, most kids were.  She was slender with no
breasts at all but her legs were pretty and the abbreviated shorts she was
wearing showed a lot of them.  Arron was no wizard with people but he felt
he could read this child like a book.  Her demeanor was one of abject
misery coupled with desperation.  She knew she was butting in where she had
no business being and wasn\rquote t particularly wanted.  She was shy by
nature and to be this forward in this awkward a situation was grating her
nerves to confetti.  She had only come forward because of desperate desire
and the sure knowledge that if she didn\rquote t it would become one of
those things that she would wonder about and regret for the rest of her
days.\par He took a sip of his beer to collect his own thoughts.  He was
about to speak when she beat him to it.\par She motioned to Rachel. 
\ldblquote Do you suppose I could hold her?  Just hold her for a
bit?\rdblquote She was biting her lip and her eyes were shiny with
repressed tears.\par It was an outrageous request and Arron thought of a
dozen responses all negative.  He knew just the words to make the child
shrivel and slink from the club and his life.  He would never see her again
and she certainly would never tell anyone any of this.  What he did do,
after a pregnant moment, was gently slide a sleeping Rachel from his knee
and into the arms of the child at his side.\par The girl rocked the
sleeping four year old.  Her hands cradled her shoulder and bottom but she
took no liberties.  She nuzzled the soft dark hair and cooed a gentle
lullaby.  For long minutes she rocked the child then she silently slid her
back to Arron.  She planted a chaste kiss on the top of Rachel\rquote s
head then, blushing, planted one on Arron\rquote s stubbly cheek. 
\ldblquote Thank you.\rdblquote She breathed then slid out of the seat.  In
an instant she was gone, vanished into the crowd.  He felt a brief pang. 
He had didn\rquote t even know her name.\par When Carl and Jenny returned
Arron took a brief tour of the club.  He hoped to find the cute little girl
in braces.  He didn\rquote t know why exactly it just seemed important. 
They couldn\rquote t just leave it at that!  He looked all over but she had
vanished.\par They left shortly afterwards themselves, trooping back across
the road and to their rooms.  Arron was invited to join Carl and Jenny for
a nightlong threesome but he begged off feigning fatigue.  In truth the shy
little girl with the desire bigger than her heart still preyed on his
thoughts.\par They had breakfast at a new restaurant named \lquote
Earls\rquote .  It was a converted gas station from the looks of it.  The
food was indifferent, a not unusual occurrence with new establishments. 
The almost nauseating olfactory cocktail of fresh paint and burned eggs
didn\rquote t help much.\par They hit the home center and bought two
cordless drills and holsters for them as well as a cordless saber saw that
used the same batteries.  The latter had been part of a \lquote kit\rquote
of three or four tools that were sold together.  The remainder of the kit
was damaged or missing and they got the saw for a pittance.  After the home
center it was grocery time.  They didn\rquote t dawdle and it was still
morning when they hit the road.  They stopped in Huttonsville just long
enough for Arron to pick up the armature.  The proprietor pulled it from a
shelf and displayed it on a cloth as if it was the rarest of diamonds
rather than a hunk of copper and iron.  It did look pretty, the precision
of the windings almost factory like.\par They were back at the camp a
little after four; they\rquote d had no lunch so Jenny immediately set to
whipping something up to quiet grumbling stomachs.  Arron took the cordless
drills over to the house and after firing up the generator set the
batteries to charging.  \par After supper the monopoly board came out
again. Arron sat to one end of the table, half his attention on the game
and the other half on the Fordson starter and generator that he was
methodically reassembling.  He got the generator back together but at the
price of getting into serious trouble in the game.  He was bankrupt a few
turns thereafter.  He then devoted all of his attention to the starter
while Jenny and the girls, the latter with much coaching, took Carl to the
cleaners.\par They put the girls down then Arron slipped over to the camp
and disconnected the drill chargers and shut down the generator.  When he
got back it was to find his brother and sister-in-law necking passionately.
Jenny sat on the surface of the table and Carl\rquote s hands roamed her
shapely legs as they tongue wrestled.  The scotch bottle and a couple of
empty glasses told Arron that he\rquote d missed the nightcap.\par He
picked up the bottle, there was only about an inch left, and after a moment
of contemplation, shrugged and drank it all in three rhythmic gulps.\par
Even in the darkness he could see Jenny\rquote s eyes go wide.  \ldblquote
Whoa Tiger.\rdblquote Her hand slid to his crotch and squeezed his cock
through his jeans.  \ldblquote Go easy on the firewater.  I want this
functional tonight.\rdblquote\par Arron sat the bottle down as the liquor
burned a fiery trail to his stomach.  \ldblquote I wasn\rquote t aware a
decision had been made on our nocturnal entertainment.\rdblquote\par Jenny
giggled.  \ldblquote We just made it.  We decided that when I\rquote m
getting my cookies there has to be a cock in my mouth for me to scream
into.\rdblquote\par Arron\rquote s dick stiffened at the thought. 
\ldblquote That should be an interesting sensation.\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote Yeah, especially if I bite!\rdblquote She giggled again at the
pained expression that comment brought to both men\rquote s faces.\par They
hit the drywall hard the next morning.  It was rough getting started, they
had fucked till two AM, but once they got going it moved right along.  The
cordless drills really sped things up as now they didn\rquote t have to
pass a single corded tool back and forth.  The exile of the generator to
the yard, where it was hard at work charging the spare batteries also did
wonders for the work environment.  The little saw earned its freight too.
It was just the thing for trimming or cutting outlet box holes in the
drywall.\par They broke for lunch then came back, changed batteries and
went back at it.  By evening they had completed the top floor and knocked
out the ceiling and two walls of the lower floor.\par After supper they all
trooped down to the spring.  Jenny and Carl joined a bit in the play then
bathed and called out that they were headed back.  The girls still wanted
to soak some and actually so did Arron so he volunteered to stay.  He
walked a bit into the woods with the other adults then headed back to the
spring.\par He paused just at the edge of the water and stared; not sure,
especially in the dim twilight that he was actually seeing what he thought
he was seeing.  Rachel was on her knees in a shallow section of the spring
and Lena was standing above her with her pussy only an inch or so from her
sister\rquote s mouth.  That pose wouldn\rquote t have been remarkable
except the older child was giggling as she pissed in her sister\rquote s
mouth!\par The children both noticed his return at about the same time. 
Lena\rquote s hands flew to her crotch as if to hide what she had been
doing.  At the same time she jerked away from her sister.  She lost her
footing and went down, arms wind milling before landing on her butt with a
splash.\par Rachel for her part tried to inhale a mouth full of her
sister\rquote s pee and ended up spraying it from both her mouth and nose.
She went down as well, except she was hacking and coughing as she tried to
catch her breath.  Her little body shook with great whoops as she struggled
to breathe.\par Questions forgotten for the moment Arron waded in and
hoisted the four year old from the water.  He pounded her on her back as
she fought for each breath.  Lena had regained her feet and stood quietly
to one side, her head down as if expecting the worst.\par Once Rachel was
on the road to recovery Arron eased her down into the shallows and sat her
on her knees.\par He regarded the children for a moment, one very guilty
looking and the other still struggling for breath and guilty looking.  He
finally spoke.  \ldblquote I\rquote m not going to say that what you were
doing was wrong.  I do however want to know where you got the idea to try
it?\rdblquote\par The two children exchanged a glance then Lena decided to
try and brazen it out.  \ldblquote Try what?\rdblquote She tried for an
innocent look but now she just looked haunted and guilty.\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote What?  Pissing in your sister\rquote s mouth that\rquote s
what!\rdblquote\par Rachel\rquote s hand flew to her mouth even as another
cough shook her.  \ldblquote You said a bad word!\rdblquote\par Arron fixed
his gaze on Lena.  \ldblquote I\rquote m waiting.\rdblquote\par The older
child\rquote s gaze dropped to the water.  \ldblquote One day we was
playing, me, mom and Rachel, while you and daddy worked on the
house.\rdblquote She gestured vaguely, \ldblquote You know like we
play.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Gasm play!\rdblquote Rachel volunteered. 
Her good humor seemed to be returning with her breath.\par Lena went on,
\ldblquote Me and Rachel were spoonin\rquote an\rquote lickin\rquote each
other\rquote s coo while mommy licked Rachel\rquote s butt.\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote I was on top!\rdblquote Rachel chimed.  She seemed positively
cheerful now.\par \ldblquote Yeah, anyway we\rquote d had sodas with lunch
so we kinda needed to go.  When Rache cum she peed in my mouth a little.  I
thought it was gross but mommy just laughed and said we\rquote d just tried
\lquote water sports\rquote .  Later I asked her what it meant and she said
that some people pee in each other\rquote s mouths cause it makes \lquote
em feel good.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Did she suggest you try
it?\rdblquote\par Lena got fearful again and even Rachel lost some of her
recovered humor.  \ldblquote No, no, no, she doesn\rquote t know.  Promise
you won\rquote t tell!\rdblquote The older girl said.  Rachel nodded in
counterpoint.\par \ldblquote Okay if it was gross then why did you try it
again?\rdblquote\par Lena looked down again.  \ldblquote Me and Rachel was
playing again last week.  Mommy was fixing supper so we were playing in the
woods.  I pulled my shorts off and Rachel started licking my coo.  I said I
had to pee and she mentioned when she had peed in my mouth.  She wanted to
know if it had tasted nasty.  It hadn\rquote t really, just salty and I
said that.  I had some paper in my pocket so I peed right there, before I
could wipe though she just leaned in and licked me dry.\rdblquote\par
Rachel giggled.  \ldblquote It was naughty and made me feel like I needed
cums bad!\rdblquote\par \ldblquote The next day I peed in her mouth a
little and let her do it to me too.  We\rquote ve been doing it a little
ever since\'85..\rdblquote She bit her lip.  \ldblquote Promise you
won\rquote t tell mommy?\rdblquote\par \ldblquote She probably
wouldn\rquote t mind.\rdblquote\par Rachel shook her head, \ldblquote
It\rquote s \lquote barrasing!  Promise?\rdblquote\par He gathered them
both in and cuddled them to him.  \ldblquote Okay, I promise.\rdblquote He
didn\rquote t like it but it seemed to important to the two darlings for
him to refuse.  With the guarantee of his silence secured the girls
rewarded him with a lazy double blowjob that still managed to be quite
stimulating.  He then had them kneel side by side and bend over.  They
kissed in a decidedly unsisterly fashion as he fingered their cunts and
tongued their pink asses to paradise.  He managed to get them both off
nearly at the same instant.  A bit of precise control he was rather proud
of.\par The new day arrived with thunder and lightning.  The wind was
tugging at the trees and buffeting the tents as they roused and took care
of morning necessities.  By the time they were seated in the dining fly the
first fat drops were spattering in.  They were joined in minutes by a few
friends and those in turn invited more.  The wind picked up further and
before the first pot of coffee was ready the rain was falling nearly
sideways in blinding sheets.  \par There was a mad scramble to lower the
seldom used fly on that side.  They got it down but several ties parted and
a hole ended up in the screen.  The material was frail and becoming
brittle. The tents and fly were designed for occasional camping, not full
time living.  In the months they had been on the mountain they had absorbed
a lifetime of UV.  It was good that the house was nearing habitability
because their current abodes were rapidly losing that status.\par After
breakfast the men dashed to the Ram and clattered over to the house.  They
made it inside and spent several minutes dripping off and watching the
storm before getting to work.\par The drywall was finished by noon and so
was the rain.  The sun was poking through breaks in the clouds and the only
water falling was the pregnant drops still being shed by the trees.\par
They were ready for tape and mud now but during their most recent foray
into town they had neglected those things.  They spent several minutes
mutually commenting on their stupidity the headed for the truck.\par They
paused at the truck only long enough to let Jenny know they were going then
headed downhill.  The storm had dumped a lot of water and both brothers
were gratified to see that their roadwork had held up.\par The water over
the ford was high, the Ram made it through with Arron at the helm but they
were pushing water over the bumper.\par \pard\tab Once onto the general
forest service roads they passed several areas where water was over the
road.  There was actually a substantial flow in one stretch.  The brothers
marveled, they\rquote d know it had rained hard but not \lquote that\rquote
hard.  As they drove they talked about the things that still needed to be
done to the house.  After the walls were taped and mudded it would be time
for moldings and interior doors.  They decided to get those things this
trip as well.\par \tab They found more evidence of the storms violence
shortly after hitting the asphalt.  They rounded a bend just past the
Ranger Station and beheld a sea of blue flashing lights and orange, smoking
highway flares.  There were at least a dozen police vehicles from at least
three agencies scattered about.  At the center of the formation a large
semi-based wrecker flashed in solitary yellow.  The operator and several
policemen in orange vests stood at the front of the machine and regarded an
overturned tractor-trailer combination.  The trailers doors had popped open
when it went over and cans of soda littered the shoulder.  \par \pard\fi720
There were only about a dozen cars waiting, in a few minutes they were
waved through.  The policeman doing the waving didn\rquote t even look old
enough to shave, much less carry a badge.\par They were barely up to speed
again when Carl leaned forward.  \ldblquote Slow down.\rdblquote\par Arron
braked and followed his brother\rquote s gaze, halfway expecting another
wreck.  What he saw was a faded, white plywood sign with blue letters. 
\lquote Custom Millwork\rquote it said and an arrow pointed up a gravel
cutoff that they had driven past a hundred times but never
investigated.\par Their eyes briefly met and Carl shrugged, \ldblquote What
have we got to lose?\rdblquote\par Arron conceded the point by slowing
further and swinging the big truck into the lane.  The Ram bellowed and
spurted gravel as they climbed a low rise then rounded the hill and dropped
into a heavily wooded hollow.  They bottomed out above a culvert bridge and
had just a hint of angry black water through the thick greenery before they
were climbing again.  The road wound on a mile or more.  They saw a few
mailboxes, one boarded up general store that looked old and decrepit enough
to date from the 1800s and lots and lots of trees.\par The road half
climbed, half circled another hill then dropped into a valley.  To the
right of the road was a lot that might have run five acres or so.  It had
been cleared and fenced.  A doublewide trailer sat at the head of the lot
surrounded by a sea of toys, swing sets, jungle gyms and one overflowing
sandbox.  At the other end of the lot sat a vision from a century gone.  An
actual three story watermill stood like a postcard in 3-D.  A stream ran
down the far fence line.  A wooden sluice took water from about the
midpoint on the property and carried it to the big overshot wheel that
slowly rotated as its mossy buckets filled and emptied.\par They pulled up
and parked at the front.  The only other vehicle in sight was a largish GMC
flatbed of older vintage parked under a side shed.  Its hood was off and a
chain hoist dangled its hook into the engine bay.  \par A covered walkway
with a hand-hewn wooden rail fronted the building and led to a side door
with \lquote office\rquote in fancy script on wavy water glass.  A small
bell tinkled as they stepped inside.\par The small customer area was
confined by a counter to a small corner.  There were two rattan chairs and
a worn couch.  A single small table held a few woodworking magazines.  The
rumble of low speed wooden gears and the whine of their higher speed iron
cousins permeated the space.  No one was in sight.\par They waited a bit
but, when no one appeared, Arron stood and strode to the counter.  There
was a blotter covered in post it notes and an old mechanical adding
machine, the kind where you have to pull a lever to perform the next
operation.  There was no sign of a call bell or even a telephone.\par Carl
joined him and the brothers stooged about a bit.  When five more minutes
passed Carl motioned toward a lift section in the counter, \ldblquote shall
we\rdblquote ?\par Behind the counter were several isles defined by
towering shelves.  These were occupied by unidentifiable bits and pieces.
They passed into an open area, here an elaborate door sat atop two
sawhorses.  It was heavily carved and sported at least a dozen clamps of
various sizes and types.  The area beyond was a single vast room, soaring
to the distant and heavily pitched roof.  There seemed to be no solid roof
planking, just a network of heavy laths which supported the clay tiles. 
The view was broken up ladders, steep stairs and narrow catwalks.  Threaded
through, around and over this was a dizzying collection of shafts, gears
and belts.  The whole spun, whined and groaned in almost Goldbergian
complexity.  The smell was an intoxicating liquor of freshly sawn wood,
varnish and polish.\par They were still taking it in when a shout drew
their eyes to one of the catwalks.  A man rose from a stooped position and
waved.  He wore a white long-sleeved shirt with suspenders holding up his
dark pants.  A full beard covered his face and reached midway down his
chest.  He had a long-necked oil can in his right hand.\par Arron winced as
the man ducked under a spinning shaft then stepped over another a second
later.  He reached a ladder and came down one-handed, the other still
gripping the oil can.  He negotiated another short catwalk; this one with a
heavy square shaft spinning right through the middle of it, then nearly ran
down a set of steep stairs that were innocent of anything that could be
described as a rail.  The brothers watched slack jawed, slightly amazed to
see the man make the main floor intact.\par He came up and thrust out a
meaty hand.  He was a big man, broad and tall.  Arron thought he looked
like Grizzly Adams from the old seventies TV show.  \par \ldblquote Dave
Helsey.  Sorry there was no one up front.  We\rquote ve got a girl that
normally comes in but she\rquote s down with the flu.  The wife would have
filled in but she\rquote s nursing a couple of sick younguns
herself.\rdblquote\par Arron took the hand, \ldblquote Arron Winters.  This
is my brother Carl.\rdblquote \par Carl too shook the meaty paw.  Both
brothers noted with gratitude that Dave didn\rquote t try any macho hand
crushing though plainly he could have.  \par \ldblquote What can I do for
you gentleman?\rdblquote\par Arron looked at Carl but the latter motioned
for him to take the lead.\par \ldblquote We\rquote re building a house up
in the forest and we\rquote re to the point where we\rquote re needing
moldings, baseboards, interior doors, stuff like that.\rdblquote\par Dave
frowned, \ldblquote Well I can do all that but for the interior doors you
may want to hit one of the big stores.  I don\rquote t do hollow core doors
so anything I make is going to be a mite heavy.  Let me show you what I can
do.\rdblquote\par He led the way to a cleared central area where a podium
stood.  He reached into this and pulled out a big three-ring binder then
motioned them toward a set of stairs, these climbed one wall and actually
had rails.  They went up two flights and emerged on a narrow landing with a
side door.  Dave led the way through.\par They were on a railed landing
that stretched directly over the big overshot wheel.  It seemed to also
serve as a \lquote roof\rquote for the mill-race because Arron could hear
water rushing beneath his feet even over the gentle groans of the wheel. 
The mill\rquote s steeply pitched roof overhung the narrow space, providing
shade.  Four mismatched chairs surrounded an old tree stump that served as
a table.  There was a sheen of mist and the smell of water in the air and
the whole area was slightly damp.  It seemed cool and inviting, the
cacophony of the interior was just a distant hum.\par His guess about the
millrace proved correct.  Dave cast a sidelong look toward the trailer then
levered aside an inspection hatch.  He grasped a short length of twine and
pulled out a dripping mesh bag.  Glass clinked from within.  He eased it to
the floor and opened it to reveal a half dozen capped bottles.\par
\ldblquote The wife doesn\rquote t approve of casually imbibing during the
day but I figure if I\rquote m with potential customers its not casual
anymore, it\rquote s business.  He grinned at them.  Could I interest you
gentleman in a beer?\rdblquote\par The brothers each took one, the bottles
were the old returnable type and from their battered appearance they had
been, many times.  The caps claimed that the contents were some store brand
grape soda but the bottles were mute on the subject.\par Dave produced an
opener, the bottles hissed from excess carbonation.  Arron brought his
bottle to his nose and took a tentative sniff.  He\rquote d had several
occasions to try homebrew in his travels and it had run the gamut from
great to barely drinkable.  He took a sip.  It proved to be a stout, evil,
black and hoppy enough to clear the sinuses.  It was cool from the water of
the millrace and very, very good.\par Dave anxiously awaited their
reactions.  When both men gave him nods of approval his grin got broader.
\ldblquote I call this lot \lquote black plague\rquote .  Drink five or six
before bed and you\rquote ll know why the next morning.\rdblquote He cast
another somewhat guilty look at the trailer then took a healthy slug of his
own.\par \ldblquote Right, let\rquote s get down to business.\rdblquote\par
For the next hour the three flipped through the binder.  It contained
computer generated 3d images of molding, baseboards, wainscoting and almost
every other kind of trim that could be dreamed up.  There were literally
hundreds of styles.  There were photos of some of them as well installed in
various combinations.  From the varied settings it was obvious that these
latter were taken in real houses rather than in some studio.\par When Arron
or Carl oohed and ahhed over one style or another Dave would lumber off
into the mill and more often than not return with a real sample.  On the
two occasions when he didn\rquote t have such on hand be brought the actual
cutting tool so they could get a better idea of the profile.\par It was
Carl that eventually broached the dreaded question of cost.  Dave was being
a terrific host and not a bad salesman and Arron was already feeling guilty
about just the possibility of not buying anything so he was somewhat
relieved that the question was on the table.\par Both brothers were
pleasantly surprised at the answer.  There was no evasion no \lquote well
you have to understand that this is a quality product\rquote or \lquote you
can\rquote t really compare my work to the mass market stuff\rquote , the
big man simply pointed at the style that had been getting most of the
attention and rattled off a number per foot.  It was higher than they would
pay at the home center but that was to be expected.  What was amazing was
that it wasn\rquote t \lquote that\rquote much higher.  They brothers
returned to the book with more enthusiasm.\par Three more beers and twenty
minutes later they had struck a deal for baseboards and moldings.  They
price was a few bucks more than they would have paid in Avery but both felt
it was worth it.\par Afterwards they got a tour of the mill.  The machine
that did the actual moldings was belt driven off an overhead shaft and over
a hundred years old.  The big drill press was even older.  All of the
equipment, shapers, planers, even the scroll say were driven directly by
the mill.  All except the latter were also at least eighty years old.  The
scroll say was homemade but even it had a massive, overbuilt 19\super
th\nosupersub century look about it.  The only things in the mill that used
electricity were the lights and a central vacuum system with a hopper the
size of a 55 gallon drum but even these were powered by a whining generator
that itself was powered by the waterwheel.\par They said their goodbyes and
headed for Avery, but not before Dave presented them with a heavy
pasteboard carton.  It proved to contain a case of the \lquote
plague\rquote , an \lquote ordering bonus\rquote the miller called it. 
\par It would take him a week to fill their order.  That meant they were
going to have to alter their building schedule somewhat but that was ok. 
It was a masterpiece of flexibility anyway.  \par One in the city they hit
the home center and stocked up.  Two five gallon buckets of drywall
compound, several rolls of tape and a good supply of nifty pre-made corners
both inner and outer went into the cart.  Arron wanted to pick up the
interior paint as well, given the upgraded quality of their millwork
they\rquote d talked themselves into a clear finish rather than paint on
that so it made sense to get the wall and ceiling paint now.  Carl balked.
He figured Jenny would be miffed at being left out of the loop on that
decision.  They tried to call but there was no answer.  They got a flat and
loaded it with doors and hardware then wandered a bit looking for
inspiration.  When Arron added several dozen bags of premix cement, heavy
galvanized carriage bolts and a whole mess of PVC pipe to the mix Carl
looked at him questioningly but Arron only grinned.  \par They grabbed
supper at place called Owens Rest.  When they questioned the name the
cadaverous looking proprietor told them that for most of the
structure\rquote s existence it had been a funeral parlor.  Three
generations of Owens\rquote had worked their trade here.  When he\rquote d
take over from his father he decided he didn\rquote t want to be an
undertaker and had converted the place to a restaurant but he couldn\rquote
t quite find it in himself to change the name.  He hadn\rquote t changed
the d\'e9cor much either.  It still had that heavy, brocaded, funeral
parlor look.  Despite their misgivings they stayed and were treated to a
delicious meal of Salisbury steak with all the trimmings.\par The skies
were looking nasty again so they stopped at a general store and bought a
tarp and some bungees.  Cargo safe they then headed into lowering evening
skies.\par It was well after ten when they locked through the last gate and
headed into the stretch.  They were both looking forward to a spring soak
and a beer, not necessarily in that order.  An attempt to fuck Jenny stupid
had also been discussed.\par They rounded a gentle bend and discovered a
final obstacle to those plans.  Yellow lights flashed from a half dozen
forest service vehicles clustered on both sides of the road.\par Carl was
driving; he slowed then eased to a stop alongside Bobby Weaver\rquote s
battered truck.  \par \pard\tab The lanky Ranger spat a stream of tobacco
juice then pushed off the fender he was leaning against and approached the
Ram.\par \tab\ldblquote Evenin\rquote gents.  \lquote Fraid we got a bit of
a washout.\rdblquote\par \tab They got out of the truck and the three of
them walked up to where a small brown river was raging across the road.  It
had already cut a gulley a yard wide and about twice as deep.  A big track
hoe had been unloaded from a lowboy trailer but the operator simply lounged
in the cab.  A big end loader was also on hand but was similarly idle. 
Arron surmised that they were waiting on fill.  It seemed a good guess.\par
\tab\ldblquote I think there was water over the road here when we lit out
after lunch.\rdblquote\par \tab Carl nodded, \ldblquote Looks like the
place.\rdblquote\par \tab The Ranger spat again.  \ldblquote Wish I\rquote
d known that earlier.  Mighta saved a pile of work.  You see something like
that again stop in at the station and have \lquote em give me a
ring.\rdblquote\par \tab In about ten minutes they saw lights from down the
road and then heard the roar of an engine.  The lights were provided by a
forest green pickup so mud spattered even its make was in question.  The
roar was provided by the same dump truck they had used to fix the driveway.
It was still lightless and followed the pickup closely.\par \tab The
analogy between a blind man and his dog was so obvious that Arron quipped,
\ldblquote Maybe you ought to get the poor thing a white
cane.\rdblquote\par \tab The Ranger apparently got the joke, he
chuckled.\par \tab The operators had descended from their cabs and Bobby
Weaver headed over to join the group of arm waving humanity that resulted.
It picked that moment to start raining again so the brothers returned to
the truck.\par \tab The Ranger came back to them a few minutes later.  He
stuck his head into the driver\rquote s window.  \ldblquote Full repair is
probably gonna take a few hours but we\rquote re gonna put in a plug wide
enough for you yall to get across.  Should be about ten minutes or
so.\rdblquote He\rquote d ambled off before they could do more than stutter
a quick thanks.\par \tab It was nearer twenty minutes than ten but that
might have been because of the renewed rain, it was coming down in buckets
again when a figure, anonymous in a rain slick poncho, signaled them with a
flashlight to proceed.  Carl eased the big truck between several pieces of
equipment and onto the fresh patch.  It was un-compacted gravel and mushed
quite a bit beneath the tires but it held and they were across.  Arron
waved in thanks as they bellowed toward home.\par \tab It was midnight when
they finally parked and got out of the truck.  The rain had again relented
but only recently.  The fire was long dead and the camp was wet and silent.
Fatigue had settled on them like a mantle and the brothers went their
separate ways with only monosyllabic grunts of parting.\par \tab Arron
found his tent cold and empty.  The girl\rquote s sleeping bags were
unoccupied.  He surmised that they\rquote d probably gone to bed with their
mother.  He also had a pretty good idea that more than sleep had been on
the night\rquote s agenda.  He hoped Jenny had possessed the presence of
mind to make sure all were decent before dropping off.  He listened but no
bellow of outrage was forthcoming from that direction.\par \tab He was
tired but really wanted a bath.  He gathered up his things and set off with
only a hissing lantern for company.  The spring was hot, soothing and
wonderful.  He washed then simply luxuriated for a half hour or so.  Even
the renewed rain that started dumping on him halfway back to camp failed to
damage the easy languor he felt.\par \tab Despite his weariness Arron laid
awake for a time and thought.  He thought of decisions and regrets.  He
didn\rquote t regret his sexual relations with the girls.  He enjoyed it
greatly and so did they.  Society would rant and scream and damn him as the
worst form of monster but he didn\rquote t feel much like a monster.  The
girls enjoyed the sex; there was no doubt of that.  Was it damaging them,
doing perhaps some insidious, chronic form of harm that would surface years
down the road?  He was honest enough to admit that he had no answer to that
question.  He thought the answer was no but he was no expert on the
uncharted barrens of the human psyche.  The point was moot in any case; the
genie was out of the bottle.  The children were sexually active and recent
experience strongly suggested they would react badly if that facet of their
lives was suddenly withdrawn.\par \tab No, he didn\rquote t regret the sex.
What he regretted was the complication and the deceit.  He disliked
dishonesty and misdirection on principle.  He\rquote d always spoken
plainly and dealt fairly and the consequences be damned.  That wasn\rquote
t possible here in this situation.  He had not explicitly lied to Carl
about his relationship with the children but that was only because Carl
hadn\rquote t dreamed of asking.  Still, you could lie without speaking. 
Each day he lied a little when he pretended that his relationship to his
brother\rquote s daughters was wholesome and wholly platonic.  The hell of
it was that there was nothing to be done about it, at least nothing that
would let the present partnership survive.  Therein lay the complication.
He was still chasing the fuzzy logic of truth, loyalty and kinship around
in his head when sleep finally took him.\par \tab The shiny floors made the
tape and mud job a pain in the ass.  They\rquote d done the floors first to
spare the walls.  Now they had to worry about sparing the floors.  Tarps
were rounded up and carefully taped into place then the work began.  Arron
had always enjoyed this part of drywalling and he was good at it.  Carl on
the other was a disaster.  Time and again as the day wore on the elder
Winter\rquote s brother was called over to repair his siblings
mistakes.\par \tab They knocked off with half of the first floor taped and
mudded.  Arron was a bit down; he thought they should have done better. 
Carl sensed his brother\rquote s mood and was apologetic for his own inept
performance.  \par \tab Jenny had managed a giant homemade pot pie.  She
was becoming quite proficient at baking on an open fire.  Three helpings
apiece and several bottles of Dave the millers homebrew did wonders to put
things right.\par \tab Jenny wrinkled her nose when Arron broke the seal on
his third beer.  She\rquote d tried a sip of Carl\rquote s and found the
hoppiness distasteful.  That was ok with the brothers, more for them.\par
\tab\ldblquote Who\rquote s for the spring?\rdblquote she asked.\par \tab
Arron thrust his hand up as the girls jumped with glee.  Carl let out a
belch that shook the trees and set the jumping girls to giggling and
jumping then grinned sheepishly and stuck his hand up as well.\par

   \tab Jenny glared, \ldblquote Carl Winters, what do you have to say for
yourself?\rdblquote\par \tab Carl grinned, \ldblquote Too much bass?  Not
enough hang time?\rdblquote He managed to just duck the wet dishrag that
came sailing his way.\par \tab Arron and Carl got ready while Jenny rounded
up towels and nightclothes for the girls.  They then trooped down to their
favorite nightspot.  With warmer weather had come mosquitoes.  They
weren\rquote t bad yet, still they had to fight several off on the way
down. Happily they\rquote d learned that horrid little bastards didn\rquote
t seem to like the sulfur stench of the spring much.\par \tab They stripped
off and eased into the hot water.  There was much oohing and aahing as
tired muscles felt the welcome heat.  Carl and Jenny retreated to the far
end of the spring for a mutual wash and grope fest and were soon rather
distracted.  That left Arron with the girls.  He set about bathing them but
there was a fair share of groping going involved in that process as well.
As he shampooed Rachel\rquote s hair her sister slipped beneath the surface
and tried her hand at breathing through her uncle\rquote s cock.  In the
dim light little could be seen but Arron was still glad that his back was
to the children\rquote s parents.\par \tab He finished with Rachel and had
her rinse then turned to her grinning sister.  As he poured a dollup of
shampoo into Lena\rquote s blond locks Rachel vanished with a swirl.  A
moment later he suppressed a groan as the four-year-old\rquote s lips slid
over his dick.  The child gripped his thighs and used them to pull herself
on and off his now rampant prick, happily fellating him with her father
only a few feet away.\par \tab Lena had been timid, just playing really. 
Rachel on the other hand was going for the gold.  Only the short breaks she
had to take to breathe kept her from getting a mouthful of cum.  Even that
might not have been enough if it had taken much longer to wash Lena\rquote
s hair.  At four years of age the little girl was rapidly becoming a master
cocksucker.\par \tab He had Lena rinse then pulled Rachel from his cock. 
She surfaced with a cheeky grin that persisted even after he lifted her far
enough from the water to land a light smack on her sexy bottom.  He
retrieved the soap and then had the girls stand on a rock and began
lathering them up.  He savored the feel of their soft, smooth skin as his
hand slid over sleek legs, round butts and soft baby pussies.  Both pushed
themselves at him when his fingers roamed over the latter, anxious for a
bit of digital molestation.  Mindful of the company they were keeping Arron
ignored the hints and kept his caresses mostly hygienic in nature.\par \tab
Finished he popped a pair of soapy butts and told them to rinse.  They
squeaked in indignation but dutifully jumped into the water.  Arron washed
his own hair then quickly completed his own bath as the children wrestled
and splashed the soap away.\par \tab Finished, he had a quick dunk to rinse
then waded to the bank.  They\rquote d brought a small Styrofoam ice chest.
It held a wine cooler for Jenny and several more homebrews for the men.  He
popped the top from one of the latter then waded back to take a seat on one
of the \lquote couches\rquote the warm water reached just below his
armpits. He took a sip of the beer and sighed, life was good.\par \tab He
looked around for the girls and found them with their heads together a few
feet away.  He couldn\rquote t hear the whispered conversation but it
apparently involved him because Rachel glanced his way several times.  The
last such glance betrayed a definitely mischievous cast.  \par \pard\fi720
Normally now would be when the argument broke out about who got to sit in
his lap.  Not this time however, when they broke their huddle Lena came
straight for him while Rachel simply nestled in alongside.\par \pard\tab He
kissed Lena\rquote s slender neck as the child settled in.  Her bare bottom
slid delightfully along his cock.  And it quickly began to harden.  She
giggled when she felt it rise into her crack.  Arron sighed and enjoyed the
intimacy.  He was a past master at hiding a hard dick when it was time to
leave.\par \tab His relaxed state didn\rquote t last long.  Rachel had
insinuated her hand between her uncle and sister and was holding his cock.
There wasn\rquote t anything really unusual about that, but when Lena
lifted her bottom her younger sibling pulled the head of Arron\rquote s
dick up till it slotted into the little indentation of the older girls
vaginal opening.\par \tab Before he could really grasp what was happening
Lena was pushing downward, her tightly little pussy yielded and
Arron\rquote s head popped in.  She kept up the pressure and the shaft
followed in a slow ooze.  The little shit was fucking him with her parents
a dozen feet away!\par \tab A not altogether aroused, and thankfully quiet,
groan served notice that the child\rquote s randy ambition might have
exceeded her tiny body\rquote s capacity.  She stopped pushing and remained
poised with several inches of warm, aromatic water between her cute little
tush and her uncle\rquote s lap.  Rachel apparently noticed her
sibling\rquote s distress as well and backed a bit, a worried expression on
her pretty features.  \par \tab Her hands came down on his thighs and she
held herself with just and inch or so of cock past her lips.  Arron glanced
over to where Jenny and Carl still necked.  Shit!  He needed to get her the
fuck off of him before Carl noticed.  Fuck!  It did feel good though.  He
could feel her heart beating in his dick.  She stared to ease up and Arron
held his breath, maybe she was reconsidering this.  She paused with just
the flare of his glans in her then his last though vanished in a whirl of
sensation as she let herself back down.\par \tab Up and down she went; her
movements subtle enough through the water that someone would have to look
directly at them for a bit, and have a dirty mind, to suspect anything. 
Carl might have possessed the dirty mind but he was thankfully too fucking
busy putting it to other pursuits at the moment to concentrate on anything
but Jenny.\par \tab Lena was still quietly moaning and some of these were
still pain moans but quiet exclamations of a different timbre had joined in
as well.  For Arron the feeling was exquisite agony.  Just the thought of
what he was doing and in what company was almost as stimulating as the act
itself.  The combination turned his cock into a primed, ready to shoot, bar
of iron.  The slow pace and lingering concern for his tiny lover kept him
from climbing toward the peak however.\par \tab Carl and Jenny had been
ramping up themselves; they had reached the point of damn near jumping each
other\rquote s bones right there.  There was a murmured conversation then
sloshing sounds as the two rose and headed their way.  In a panic Arron
gripped Lena\rquote s round little bottom and brought her to a halt.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote re going to head back bro.  You and the girls take
your time.\rdblquote The emphasis was on the word \lquote time\rquote . 
Carl wanted to fuck his wife into a stupor without corrupting his
offspring. Arron fought down a bout of mirth and nodded, not trusting
himself to speak.  If Carl knew where his brother\rquote s cock was at the
moment he might have felt a bit corrupted himself.\par \tab The trio sat
quietly while the couple gathered their things and vanished up the path. 
Arron was about to chide Lena and was searching for the opening angle when
she pulled herself off of him with a barely felt \lquote pop\rquote and
draped herself belly down over a mossy rock.  She spread her thin thighs
and looked back at her uncle.  \ldblquote Now you can fuck me right. 
You\rquote ve got to spooey in my cunny too.\rdblquote\par \tab Rachel
jerked a nod.  \ldblquote Yeah, you gots to put yer cums in her cooter
\lquote cause she said I can lick \lquote em aaalll out of
her.\rdblquote\par \tab Rationality and thoughts of discretion fled. 
Hearing a six year old ask to be fucked while her four year old sister
anticipated sucking the cum from her sibling\rquote s bald twat re-hardened
his dick in an instant.\par \tab He pushed Rachel toward her slutty little
sister.  \ldblquote Eat her some, get her wet.\rdblquote She was of course
already wet but the hard sulfur water hardly passed muster as lubrication.
In fact the little bit of of slow fucking they had done had probably washed
away most of her lubrication.\par \tab As Rachel began to munch sister
pussy Arron sloshed around and pressed his cock to Lana\rquote s lips.  The
randy six-year-old needed little urging and opened her mouth to allow her
uncles cock to push inside.  He explored her mouth, varying the angle and
penetration so his prick slid into each cheek as well as along her teeth,
tongue and palate.\par \tab It was a lazy but enjoyable threesome.  Rachel
wasn\rquote t really trying to get her sister off and Lena wasn\rquote t
really sucking cock.  It did get the child\rquote s bare cunt dripping wet
and her molester\rquote s dick wet and adamantine.\par \tab He pulled out
of Lena\rquote s mouth and gently pushed Rachel aside as he took position
behind her sister.  He had to kneel.  He did so and then gently drug the
head of his prick up and down the rounded slit between the young
girl\rquote s thighs.  Lena moaned as she felt his hardness on her private
place and Arron felt like doing a bit of moaning herself as he felt the wet
heat from her tiny twat.\par \tab After a few passes he began to apply
pressure and her thick outer lips began to grudgingly yield.  \par \tab He
had intended to just prod at her several times, perhaps a bit further each
time till she oozed open enough to let him in.  He reckoned without Lena
though.  When she felt him began to back off she gripped the smooth surface
of the rock and lunged back.  His cock popped into her pre-teen cunt with a
snapping sensation and speared several inches up her unripe pussy.  A moan
indicated that once again her desires had possibly proved the match for her
capacity.\par \tab He gripped her small, round butt to stationary the
pairing then leaned down and kissed first a prominent shoulder blade then a
shell like ear.  \ldblquote Are you ok?\rdblquote He asked.\par \tab She
nodded and even giggled, \ldblquote That smarted some.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I imagine it did.  Why don\rquote t you let me do the
driving for now?  I am a professional you know.\rdblquote\par \tab She
giggled again and nodded.\par \tab After a minute or so he eased out till
just the head remained inside then gently applied pressure and oozed
forward.  This was only the second time he had fucked the child, well only
the second time he had deliberately fucked the child.  She wasn\rquote t as
tight as he remembered from the first time but that was probably more the
exaggeration of time than any actual loosening on her part.\par \tab He
worked up slowly, never putting in more cock than he thought she could
handle.  It was several minutes before they hit anything like a rhythm but
shortly he was sawing three inches of dick in and out of her soft, hairless
pussy.\par \tab Little gasps begin to issue from the child in time with his
pistoning cock.  She was breathing through her nose and each exhale had a
little nasal whine to it.  \par \tab Rachel dropped down between her
sister\rquote s sleek thighs and peered silently at their coupling.  One
tine hand was busy on her own bald little cooze.\par \tab Over the next
minutes Lena added moans to her gasps.  She was letting the occasional
pained yelp go too though.  Her little pussy was overstretched and she was
getting sore.  Arron had been near cuming several times but every time he
tried to speed up, to push over that edge, Lena began yelping more and
moaning less.  He began to doubt he could get off in her this night.  \par
\tab He hadn\rquote t figured on sisterly intervention though.  Rachel
seemed to sense the difficulty; she leaned forward and began to bathe the
joined organs with her tongue, incidentally trying to devour her older
sibling\rquote s tiny clit in the process.  She even took frequent detours
to suck and gently nibble on her uncles balls.\par \tab The effect was
immediate.  Lena benefited from both the extra lubrication and the
additional stimulation.  She began to puff and blow through her mouth.  The
yelps were still coming but they were being overpowered and pulled under by
the lustful whimpering of a little girl that was going to cum hard and
soon.\par \tab The trigger came when Rachel removed the pussy slick finger
from her own twat and snaked it into her sister\rquote s ass.  As the
little digit slipped past her sphincter the older child cocked her head
back and howled.  Her pussy clamped heard on her uncle\rquote s cock and
little girl cum squirted out around it before falling quick victim to
sibling tongue.  \par \tab Arron groaned and fired rope after rope of spunk
into the child\rquote s hot, cuming pussy.  There was no spare room and his
spunk joined the flow of Lena\rquote s cum into Rachel\rquote s mouth.  The
mixture pulsed out with each diminishing thrust.\par \tab Like a machine
with the power cut they ramped down and came to a stop.  Lena laid her head
on the rock and shuddered gently in the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Arron
rested a further moment then pulled his shrinking cock free with a slurp.
Rachel pushed him back with her head and latched her mouth to her
sister\rquote s cunny, drinking her uncle\rquote s spunk from the smooth
font of her sister\rquote s stretched vagina.  Lena moaned at this further
stimulation but didn\rquote t react otherwise.\par \tab Arron had to carry
the older girl back to camp.  She was completely wiped out.  He tucked her
in then ate Rachel to nice cum.  The youngest Winters tried to return the
favor but her uncle was snoring before she even got him hard.\par \tab The
next morning Arron worried a little about Lena\rquote s vocal cum of the
night before but nothing was said at breakfast.  Either the noise
hadn\rquote t carried through the trees or it had been written off as
horseplay.  He didn\rquote t know which and really didn\rquote t care. 
When they set off for work Jenny and the girls joined them.  The plan had
been for them to play fetch and free the men up so all they had to do was
tape and mud.  It became obvious very early however that Jenny was far
better at the latter then her husband.  She\rquote d never done it before
but she seemed to have a knack.  Carl ended up heading up the gopher
department and Arron and Jenny did the work.  Things went so well that
before dark they had finished both floors and even sanded and touched up
the part that the men had done the day before.\par \tab The downside was a
supper of sandwiches and chips.  It went down well enough after a hard day
though and they adjourned to the spring.  Once again Carl and Jenny bailed
out early.  Lena was still sore \lquote down there\rquote so Arron and the
girls settled for a lazy little daisy chain on the bank.  Lena ended up
gobbling his cum.  Rachel was a bit jealous so they reprised their roles
back at the tent except this time it was the four-year-old with six-inches
of pervert dick in her slick little throat.\par

   \tab The sanding and finish coating was done by noon the next day.  They
had an impromptu skull session that involved several bottles of the \lquote
plague\rquote .  And decided they would go ahead and run to Avery for the
paint, most of them anyway.  Arron begged off.\par He waved them off then
loaded some tools in the Ford and bounced his way to the site of the old
dam.  Twice he had to stop and cut back brush but he eventually got
there.\par \tab Arron had a vague idea what the original dam had looked
like and only a slightly better image of its replacement.  Nevertheless he
grabbed a shovel and set to work.  It was slow going.  His intent was to
excavate the original dams foundations but years of spring floods had
buried then deep in silt and hard clay.  He puffed and heaved, twice
filling the F-150\rquote s bed with accumulated muck that had to trucked a
few dozen feet and then unloaded the same way it went in, by hand.  There
were several big rocks and steel encrusted chunks of ancient concrete in
the way, the latter remnants of the original structure.  The truck was
hitched to these and snorted and spewed dirt from all four tires as it
yanked them up the bank and into the woods.\par \tab By dark he had only
partially cleared one bank.  Tired and perhaps a bit discouraged he left
the truck where it was and walked back to camp.  Too tired for the spring
he had a sponge bath then a sandwich.  He was nursing a \lquote
plague\rquote when his cell phone trilled.  It was Carl.  They were going
to stay over in Avery and head back the next day.  That was fine with
Arron. It gave him more uninterrupted time on the dam and to be honest his
cock could use a break from a certain pair of preteen sex machines.\par
\tab Just before dropping off he thought of the forest service tractor and
just how handy it might be at the dam site.\par \tab That thought was still
with him the next morning and he decided over coffee and stale donuts that
it was a good one.  That meant that first he had to walk down and get his
damned truck though.  \par \tab He was at the material yard by nine and
parked his truck and got out.  He\rquote d half hoped to run into Bobby
Weaver.  The original offer of the under-the-table loan of the equipment
had been to fix the access road.  The road was now fixed.  He suspected the
Ranger wouldn\rquote t have minded him borrowing the equipment for this new
endeavor but he would feel better if he could have asked.  He liked the
Ranger and didn\rquote t want to abuse the man\rquote s hospitality.\par
\tab He had a surprise when he looked at the tractor.  The box blade rested
on the ground to one side and a newish looking orange backhoe had taken its
place.  The backhoe had its own stabilizers and seat.  It also had its own
hydraulic power system.  The only mechanical connection to the tractor was
at the PTO.  He checked the tractor and dump truck and found that both had
plenty of fuel.  They had nearly a full drum of gasoline and another of
diesel at camp so he vowed to return them the same way.  He fired up the
dump and backed it up.  Hitching up alone was a bit of a chore but he
managed.  He considered leaving a note but figured that the F-150 was now a
fairly familiar sight in the forest.  Anyone who saw it would know where
the missing equipment was.\par \tab The backhoe was both good and bad.  It
was good in that it made the machine even better suited for the job at
hand. It was bad in that taking the machine with the new implement attached
made him feel even more like a thief.\par \tab Once at camp Arron had an
early lunch then headed for the dam.  He had done a bit of everything in
his life but he\rquote d never operated a backhoe.  There was a leaning
curve but it wasn\rquote t that steep.  He only flung two bucketfuls of
wet, clingy silt into the seat with him before he started to get the hang
of it.  \par \tab Once he did figure it out the machine did wonders.  It
could clear in minutes what it would have taken him hours to do by hand. 
It was wearing on into afternoon when Arron turned to backup and saw Carl
standing alongside with a couple of \lquote plagues\rquote .\par Grinning,
he shut down the machine and gratefully accepted one.\par \tab\ldblquote
Last of them Carl said wistfully.\rdblquote\par \tab For several seconds
there was only the glug of cold, evil, goodness pouring down parched
throats and the tick of the cooling engine.  Then Carl wiped the foam from
his mouth and motioned toward the, now mostly exposed, dam foundation. 
\ldblquote You really think you can build a dam here?  Have you ever built
a dam before?\rdblquote\par \tab Arron took another gulp of his beer and
shrugged.  \ldblquote I\rquote ve done a lot of things in my life that
\lquote I haven\rquote t done before\rquote\rdblquote .  The double meaning
of that statement wasn\rquote t lot on him.\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll
take that as a no.\rdblquote Carl drolled.\par \tab\ldblquote How did the
paint selection process go?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Damn bro.  It was
something else!  Have you ever seen a woman try to pick out paint?  We
looked at color cards from \lquote heavenly blue\rquote to \lquote seafoam
green\rquote .  We spent over an hour looking at the different hues of
\lquote sandstone pink\rquote .  Then we went back and looked at the blue
some more.  She asked my opinion about a dozen times but every time I
picked one she\rquote d shoot it down.  After the first couple of hours I
just grumbled a little whenever she asked.  I don\rquote t think she
noticed.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote So did she finally pick
something?\rdblquote\par \tab Carl finished his beer in one last chug and
belched.  \ldblquote Yep, white.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote
White?\rdblquote\par \tab Carl grinned.  \ldblquote White.\rdblquote\par
\tab They shared a chuckle then Arron finished his beer and climbed back
onto the tractor.\par \tab Carl watched as his brother exposed the last of
the original foundation then pushed around dirt for a bit more and
generally tidied up some.  The two then walked back to camp.\par
\pard\fi720 The whole troupe went for a splash in the spring.  They
didn\rquote t stay long.  The hot spring that had been so relaxing in the
chill of March was becoming less so as summer heated up.  Carl commented on
it as he toweled a squirming Rachel.  \ldblquote You know there may be
something to that dam idea of yours after all.  It would be nice to be able
to take a cool dip.\rdblquote\par \pard\tab Jenny had bought the girls some
new clothes so they were treated to an impromptu fashion show that evening.
Over thirty or so minutes first one child then the other would dash out of
their parent\rquote s tent to model a new outfit.  Most were skirts or
dresses, practical now that the summer was on them.  Most were on the short
side and as the two pre-teens wiggled and gyrated before the fire they were
treated to multiple glimpses of the new bikini style panties they\rquote d
also been treated to.  Arron kept waiting for Carl to say something about
that but he didn\rquote t.  When he glanced at his younger brother Carl
seemed to be almost mesmerized.  He wondered if just perhaps bro was
enjoying the little show just a bit.\par \tab When the supper of fast-food
fried chicken was trotted out they decided to eat around the fire.  When
the paper plates had finally been tossed to their doom on the flickering
flames first Rachel then her sister sought perches on Arron\rquote s legs.
As he brought still greasy hands up to support them under their short
skirts he discovered to his dismay that they had both conspired to lose
their panties at some point.  They were bare under those brief swaths of
light fabric and he found himself with a round little girl bottom in either
hand.  Over the next minutes they both managed to wriggle enough to plant
an uncle finger along the length of their humid little slots.  As the
crickets began to sing Arron gently diddled increasingly damp little girl
pussies.\par \tab Somehow, despite that distraction a conversation was
held. Arron expressed his desire to work on the dam but that was really a
two man job, and besides.  They needed to get the walls painted so they
could get the millwork in.\par \tab\ldblquote That\rquote s not a
problem,\rdblquote Jenny said.  \ldblquote You and Carl go and work on the
dam and I\rquote ll paint.\rdblquote\par \tab Carl glanced at her. 
\ldblquote You\rquote re sure you don\rquote t mind?\rdblquote\par \tab She
waved him off, \ldblquote I haven\rquote t painted in years but my mom used
to redecorate every summer.  I bet I\rquote ve rolled a hundred miles of
paint.  I also so know how to cut in and use drop cloths if your worried
about that nice shiny floor of yours dear brother-in-law.\rdblquote\par
\tab The last was directed at Arron who had begun to look glum over just
that thought.  He hung his head and put on an overplayed guilty look that
earned a few laughs.\par \tab That settled the girls were sent off to bed,
Rachel was glum about that but Arron was relieved, the little minx had been
close to cumming in his lap.  The beer came out and they laughed and
giggled some.  Arron thought the store bought beer tasted watery after the
sensory overload of the \lquote plague\rquote but it was cold and wet.\par
\tab Carl and Jenny excused themselves after the second round.  Arron had
sort of hoped for an invite to join them but it wasn\rquote t
forthcoming.\par \tab When he got to the tent the girl\rquote s were still
and all was quiet.  He sighed; he\rquote d just have to go to sleep with a
hard dick.  The damn thing would eventually go down on its own.\par \tab He
undressed and lay down on top of his sleeping bag.  The nights were still
cool enough to get in it sometimes but this wasn\rquote t one of those.  A
light sheet protected bare skin from whatever nocturnal blood suckers got
past the screening and that was all that was needed.\par \tab He had just
settled when there was a barely heard rustle.  Something soft brushed his
cheek then a round little ass settled onto his face.  \ldblquote Lick my
butthole\rdblquote , Rachel whispered.  At the same time a pair of hands
pulled down the sheet and fished his cock from his briefs.  \par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m going to suck all the cum out of your dick uncle
Arron.\rdblquote Lena said quietly.\par \tab\ldblquote No you\rquote re
not, \lquote member.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Oh yeah,\rdblquote Lena
giggled then her wet little mouth slid over his cock.  She took a couple of
exploratory sucks then took him to the balls.\par \tab Arron wondered at
that little exchanged but not enough to distract him from driving the
muscular tip of his tongue past Rachel\rquote s sphincter and probing her
bowels.  The recipient squealed her quiet appreciation of that treatment.
Arron\rquote s groan joined her as Lena took him into her tight throat.\par
\tab They went of for about a minute.  Arron tonguing baby ass with an
occasional side of incredibly soft, bald, baby pussy, and Lena
deepthroating hard, pervert uncle dick.\par \tab Abruptly Lena pulled off
with a slurp.  The night air was a cool presence on Arron\rquote s
throbbing, wet prick.  Her hands were back in seconds and he could feel
something greasy being massaged onto his cock.\par \tab\ldblquote He\rquote
s ready.\rdblquote\par \tab Rachel had been quietly moaning, as she enjoyed
the attention being paid her tiny bottom.  Now her muscles tightened and
she lifted up and shuffled forward.\par \tab Arron was still trying to
figure this new game out when he felt her saliva wet cheeks caress the head
of his prick.  Little hands grasped his tool and the head slotted into the
little dimple he\rquote d just been tonguing.\par \tab\ldblquote Wait a
sec\'85\rdblquote He started to say but the youngest Winters applied
pressure and her relaxed little bottom flared open and allowed the head of
his prick to slip inside.\par \tab Lena slid up alongside and kissed her
uncle on the lips.  \ldblquote Rachel is gonna fuck you with her butt then
I\rquote m gonna lick and suck all of your cum out of her
butthole.\rdblquote With that she sealed her lips to his and sent her small
tongue looking for his.  \par \tab Rachel\rquote s hot little asshole
proved more resilient and pliable than her older sister\rquote s pussy. 
Within a minute she was taking most of his length into her lovely bottom.
The chicken grease that Lena had smeared ob her uncle\rquote s cock made a
passable lubricant.\par \tab His hands went to Rachel\rquote s hips and he
began to help the child on and off his cock.  They slowly ramped up and
little squeaks of pleasure began to escape the younger girl\rquote s mouth
as she was buggered.  Despite these Arron could feel himself pulling ahead
in the race to cum and not wanting to leave his little lover hanging he
spoke to Lena when she came up for air.\par \tab\ldblquote Go suck your
sister\rquote s pussy baby.  Help her get her cookies.\rdblquote\par \tab
She gave him a final kiss, giggling into his mouth then vanished in the
dark.  A moment later he felt her crawl up his legs.  Rachel gasped as a
soft, wriggly, wet tongue was added to the order of battle.  She started to
pick up the pace of her ass fucking.  Arron stayed with her, helping her to
bugger herself faster and faster.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t enough for her
but it proved too much for him.  To his chagrin Arron went over the top
before the child got off.  He groaned as his balls emptied into the tight,
hot depths of her buttery little ass.\par \tab Rachel whimpered in
complaint as he lifted her off his cock.  That didn\rquote t last though.
Lena rolled onto her back and practically jerked her sister\rquote s
pillowy butt onto her mouth.  When the elder child started to dig and suck
the cum from her asshole the she whimpered some more, the tone was
different though.  \par \tab Arron fought free of the entanglement then
crawled around and over Lena.  He lowered his face till his chin almost met
that of the elder girl and began to ravage Rachel\rquote s tiny bald twat.
The child\rquote s soft inner thighs massaged his cheeks in gratitude.\par
\tab Rachel never lasted long with tongues up both holes.  Tonight was no
exception, with a presence of mind that was surprising if gratifying she
leaned to one side long enough to scoop up a pillow then screamed her cum
into it.  \par \tab The brothers got to the dam site just after dawn the
next morning.  The first order of business was to glue an adapter to a
length of four inch, thick walled pvc and then screw on a big brass gate
valve.  This would be the emergency drain and also serve to as a bypass for
the water during construction.  Arron remembered how the man at the home
center had tried to sell him a pvc globe valve for this application.  Arron
had rejected it, he wanted something that would still work a dozen years
from now when the impound needed to be drained to clear a deadfall.  He had
seen too many plastic globe valves that grew so stiff they were unusable
after only a year or two.\par \tab With the valve attached a bed of
hydraulic cement was laid across the old foundation and the pipe placed so
that the valve would protrude onto the dry side of the dam.  More cement
went on top.  The hydraulic cement set fast even in the damp.\par \tab The
rest of the morning was spent with a posthole digger punching an even
twenty deep holes on either side of the old foundation.  They switched off
but both men worked up a very good sweat.  They had to build a little
cofferdam around each of the inside holes to keep the water from filling
them up but that wasn\rquote t much of a problem.\par \tab They drove to
the house and picked up the womenfolk.  Jenny had smudges of paint here and
there but the girls looked like they\rquote d been rolled in it.  They rose
back to camp in the bed, much to their delight.\par \tab A loaf of bread
and half a pound of cold cuts later and they were back at the house.  Jenny
and the girls vanished inside while Arron and Carl sorted through the
lumber pile selecting and rejecting.  The former went into the bed of the
ram.  The little chainsaw, drills, both cordless and corded, and assorted
other tools went aboard as well.  The cordless drills were Carl\rquote s
idea; they had some high powered drilling ahead of them though and Arron
didn\rquote t thing they would last long.  At his insistence the corded
drill and the generator went aboard as well.\par \tab They drove back to
the dam site and got to work.  A selection of heavy timber went into the
outside holes.  Most were 6x6\rquote s but a few were whole tree trunks of
approximately that diameter that had been felled during road clearing but
never ripped up.  The inside holes got 4x4\rquote s.  Originally Arron had
planned to use the six inch timbers on the inside as well but they
didn\rquote t have enough of that size.  His back of the hand analysis
showed that the outer timbers would bear the majority of the load
anyway.\par \tab An initial concern was rot, when he had first decided to
use wood for the dam structure Arron had planned on using expensive
pressure treated stuff or even creosote coated telephone poles if he could
get them.  Some research turned up a factlet he hadn\rquote t known though.
Wet wood that stayed wet generally was very rot resistant.  It was the
cycle of wetting and drying that led to rot.  The dam was going to be earth
core and it was virtually guaranteed that it would seep enough that the
structure would never dry out without an extended drought.\par \tab
Placing, leveling and tamping the poles took them into late afternoon. 
They then started placing the tie beams.  Each upstream beam was tied to
its downstream counterpart by three horizontal timbers at top, middle and
just about a foot off of the bottom.  These were drilled and fastened into
place with three-quarter inch galvanized bolts, washers and nuts.  In
addition two long diagonal beams joined each pair.  One was run from the
top of the downstream beam to the bottom of the upstream and another from
the top of the upstream to the bottom of the downstream.  There was no
connection between any of the upstream or downstream beams to any others in
its own row.  Arron reasoned that the one inch planking that was going onto
both sides would provide more than enough support there.  Arron wanted to
fire up the saw and get the trimming done but the light was failing and the
mosquitoes had found them.  They decided to call it a night.\par \tab Jenny
had managed to get the bottom floor completely painted and had cut in a
good portion of the top floor as well.  The girls preened and posed but
Arron was privately sure they\rquote d been more hindrance than help.  He
loved them, in more ways than one but he knew them too.\par \tab There was
one pleasing fact; the paint was covering in one coat.  The blurb on the
cans claimed it would but Arron had enough experience through the years
with other \lquote wonder paints\rquote to be surprised.\par \tab They
adjourned to the spring where Arron undertook the not unpleasant task of
scrubbing the paint off of the girls and out of their hair.  He was still
scrubbing when Carl announced a nature call and scooped up a towel before
heading for the privy.  \par \tab He was barely out of sight before a
naked, glistening Jenny slid onto a rock beside Carl.  She took over
Rachel\rquote s hair, incidentally pulling the child\rquote s face into her
shaved pussy in the process.\par \tab\ldblquote Mommy, yur peepee is all
over my mouth\rdblquote , the youngest Winters complained.  It came out
muffled by mommy pussy.\par \tab\ldblquote Well then do what you normally
do when a peepee is in your face, lick it.\rdblquote She caught
Arron\rquote s eye.  \ldblquote You\rquote re uncle\rquote s not the only
pervert around here who enjoys getting head from a four-year-old.  Not
anymoooorrrrree!\rdblquote The last came out as a wail as her tiny daughter
obeyed the instructions.\par \tab Jenny hunched the little brunette\rquote
s face for a bit then began to back up the rock, pulling Rachel with her.
When the child was secure on the rock she raised up, spun around then sat
on her daughter\rquote s face.  \ldblquote Lena, eat mommy\rquote s butt
hole.  Please get you tongue up mommy\rquote s ass!\rdblquote\par \tab The
blond pulled free from Arron and shoved her face between her mother\rquote
s sleek, wet ass cheeks.  Her little hands pulled apart the shapely
buttocks so she could get more penetration.  With her daughter\rquote s
servicing her both front and back Jenny soon twitched and moaned to a
powerful orgasm.  Arron was stroking his cock and as the woman climbed the
final peak her sent spurt after spurt of cum pulsing into the aromatic
water of the spring.\par \tab As they were climbing through the forest
toward camp the six-year-old remarked, \ldblquote Mommy\rquote s got yummy
cums.\rdblquote \par \tab That night Arron got some yummy cums of his own.
Of course Rachel, the little glutton insisted on sucking her sister\rquote
s pussy bone dry so he had to settle for only one helping.  It was yummy
though.  Six-years-old seemed a good vintage for pussy cream.\par \tab The
men were at the dam the next morning shortly after dawn.  They got the
chain saw going then took turns trimming the ragged timber ends.  With that
done they started on the planking.  The outside boards went on with heavy
galvanized screws while the inside got fat 10 penny nails.  They put three
courses on then Arron fired up the backhoe and started laying in the fill.
They culled this, keeping the clay and smaller stones while rejecting the
bigger rocks and clumps of grass and other vegetation.  It helped that the
majority of the soil was red clay.\par \tab While Arron filled Carl
scrambled around inside the boards with a five gallon bucket, wetting and
tamping the material.  When the three board course was full Arron started
shoveling water instead of dirt.  When the fill was well soaked he used the
shovel to compact it and squeeze out the excess.  He only had to pop off
one board before he found out how hard was hard enough.\par \tab They got
another three courses on then filled these in similar fashion.  By then
they were nearly out of planks and it was close to lunch time anyway.  They
drove to the house.\par \tab Carl and the girls drove on to camp while
Arron busied himself re-commissioning the mill.  The arrived back with a
lunch of tuna fish sandwiches, chips and ice cold tea, to find Arron
staring daggers at his creation.  There was still a faint smell of acrid
smoke in the air.  \par \tab\ldblquote I take it we\rquote re not ripping
more planks this afternoon\rdblquote , Carl commented, fanning to clear the
stench.\par \tab Arron kicked the offending motor; it was the big one that
turned the blade and was supposedly all-weather.  \ldblquote\rquote Fraid
not.  Damn thing just went poof.  I think it\rquote s the damp.  Even
covered up it get s a lot of moisture in it.  If it was run every day if
probably wouldn\rquote t matter but when it sits the damp gets into the
windings.\rdblquote\par \tab They ate then the brothers pulled the motor
off of the saw and mounted up.  When they reached Huttonsville, Arron was
still in a funk, imagining a late night return from Avery with a new motor.
They were actually halfway through town before he suddenly straightened. 
\ldblquote Turn right here.\rdblquote\par \tab Carl looked startled but
obeyed.  For the next several minutes Arron directed his brother along a
barely remembered path that finally ended at the same shop that had rewound
the tractor\rquote s generator.\par \tab His hunch paid off, the proprietor
took one look at the motor.  \ldblquote Yep, I can do her.  Be fifty-seven
plus tax, maybe a bit more if she needs bushings.  You can pick her up
tomorrow morning.\rdblquote He grinned, \ldblquote a lot easier than that
last critter you brought in here.\rdblquote\par \tab That comment reminded
Arron of the parts he had ordered and they stopped at the Ranger station on
the way back.  The portly matron had the duty and trotted out a big box
with a FedEx label.  \ldblquote Lords, this has been here several days.  I
was beginning to think I was going to have to get Bobby to come by and give
you a thumping.\rdblquote She smiled as she said it.  \par \tab They got
back to camp with several hours of daylight left so Arron borrowed the Ram
and headed down to the tractor with his new acquisitions.  He slid one of
the new rings into a cylinder and checked the end gap.  It was right in the
middle of the tolerance band.  He poured some fresh gas in the tub and
scrubbed the pistons again then carefully installed the new rings.  There
was an antique ring compressor in the old tool chest.  He coated the
pistons and new rings in bar oil, the only thing he could find in the
truck, and then tried the old tool.  It worked well and soon he had the
pistons nestled back into their correct bores.  A few judicial thumps with
a hammer handle was all it took to nestle them down.  He didn\rquote t have
a torque wrench so he tightened the rod caps by guess.\par \tab The
mosquito\rquote s had gone from guerrilla warfare to full scale frontal
assault by the time he was finished.  With dusk coming on he shooed the
cloud away and dove for the truck.\par \tab The camp was empty when he
returned but a covered plate had been set for him.  He wolfed down ham,
stuffing and something store bought that claimed to be sweet potatoes then
grabbed a towel and clean underwear and headed for the spring.  He arrived
to find a full brawl in progress.  Jenny and the girls had ganged up on the
lone male and he was sorely pressed.  Arron stripped then dove to the
rescue.  First a shrieking Lena and Rachel were peeled from the melee and
unceremoniously tossed into deep water.  A struggling Jenny was next, she
was still shrieking something that sounded like \ldblquote you
wouldn\rquote t dare\rdblquote when she followed her offspring, albeit with
a bigger splash.  \par \tab The female folk sputtered and hissed for a bit
but they came back, in fact they came back several times.  Some people just
don\rquote t learn very fast.  Only a veiled and carefully worded promise
from Jenny about what neither one of them was going to get for some time
finally restored the balance of power.\par \tab A light rain came up
shortly after they returned to camp.  It drove away the mosquitoes with a
little help from citronella so the monopoly board came out.  Arron begged
off but he did watch as he carefully rebuilt the old Fordson carb by
lantern light.  He only had to get a little bit of the aromatic spray
cleaner on the board before he was convinced to exit the dining fly before
performing that particular task.\par \tab He had to carry the girls to bed.
They\rquote d conked out toward the tail end of the game.  He snuggled them
down, only fingering a little bit of hairless baby pussy then lay on top of
his own bag and pulled the sheet over him.\par \tab He woke up in the
middle of the night with a shivering, wet Lena atop him.  The rain had
picked up and the tent was leaking badly over her sleeping bag.  He fumbled
around in the darkness and got her out of her wet pajamas and panties.  He
found a dry pair of the latter and got them on her then tucked her in
alongside himself.  The shivering vanished almost immediately, she never
woke up.  \par \tab It was still drizzling the next day when the Ram
clattered down the mountain.  Arron drove and it took a considerable amount
of his skill to keep the big truck on the road during the steep downhill
leg leading to the ford.  The clay had picked up just enough moisture to be
wet and sticky.  It rapidly clogged the deep lugs in the truck\rquote s
tires leaving them with all the traction of ice skates.  They made it down,
slithering and sliding then splashed across the river.  It was plain that
the rain hadn\rquote t been that serious.  The water wasn\rquote t up
noticeably at all.  \par \tab They grabbed breakfast in Huttonsville then
stopped in at the local hardware store.  Carl wandered while Arron matched
up a set of head bolts for the old tractor.  He was sure purists would
scream about authenticity but he was more interested in getting the beast
running than in making it concourses perfect.  He managed to find a box of
grade 8 bolts with the right thread, shank and overall length.  They were
maybe an eighth of an inch short but he doubted the old tractor would
notice.  He bought these, several cans of spray grease and a 5 gallon can
of gear lube so old that the container was for real steel and had the old
Sonoco livery in faded, dust covered paint.\par \tab They swung by the
electrical shop and picked up the motor then drove out to Dave
Helsey\rquote s mill.  It had been right at a week give or take a day. 
This time there was a shy teenager with glasses and a sprinkle of acne
behind the counter.  She consulted a bound ledger book then disappeared
into the depths of the rumbling mill.  \par \tab Barely a minute passed
before the hulking form of the miller appeared from between the shelving.
He greeted them enthusiastically then ushered them behind the counter. 
Their order was complete.  He pulled several different pieces out and
insisted they examine them.  The workmanship was excellent and the wood was
straight with a clear, attractive grain.  They had left a small deposit
when they placed the order; Carl wrote a check for the balance.  \par \tab
Another problem now presented itself.  They needed to transport fine,
unfinished mill work and it was still raining.  It wasn\rquote t heavy but
it was certainly enough to get things wet.  The big miller came to the
rescue.  The Ram was backed under an overhang then a dry plastic tarp was
laid atop the wet bed liner.  The moldings went atop this then another tarp
atop that.  A liberal application of duct tape made the whole ensemble
watertight against anything short of a full gale.\par \tab When they pulled
out twenty minutes later they had two more cases of the \lquote
plague\rquote and a third case containing a lemony lager in addition to the
moldings.  They promised to return the tarps and their soon to be growing
collection of empty bottles.\par \tab They were back at camp just after
noon.  They drove to the house and unloaded the moldings to much oohing
from Jenny and the total indifference of the girls.  That done; they
installed the motor on the mill.  It fired right up and they sat to happily
ripping face boards for the dam.  \par \tab They were at the dam site by
two and set to work.  The boards went on quickly and they got three more
courses installed, filled and tamped by dusk.  The water flowing out the
open ball valve was already crystal clear, the mud caused by the
disturbances they had wrought had settled out quickly.\par \tab Back at the
house they found Jenny and the girls having an impromptu water fight after
cleaning up the painting equipment.  The paintwork was finished.\par
\tab\ldblquote What are we going to finish the moldings with?\rdblquote
asked Jenny as she stirred the stew.  Arron wasn\rquote t exactly sure what
was in it but it smelled good.\par \tab He scratched; both he and Carl had
picked up a good crop of chiggers while working on the dam.  \ldblquote I
figured the same polyurethane we put on the floors.  We\rquote ve got
plenty left.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote What about a stain?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I didn\rquote t figure on using one.  We didn\rquote t on
the floors.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, I vote for no
stain,\rdblquote Carl chimed in as he tried to balance a bouncing Rachel on
one knee.  \ldblquote That is nice wood.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote So
when are you men folk going to start installing it?\rdblquote\par \tab
Arron thought of the dam and how close they were.  He sighed, \ldblquote
Tomorrow I guess.  It\rquote ll take a day or three to get it installed
then and two to coat it.\rdblquote\par \tab Carl stopped bouncing his
youngest and looked up.  \ldblquote I\rquote ve been thinking on that. 
When we had our game room redone the contractor sprayed the paneling and
trim before installing it.  When he put it in he only spent a few hours on
touchup.  We\rquote ve got sawhorses and the spray rig.  We could do the
same thing.\rdblquote\par \tab Arron stopped in the process of covertly
pilfering a bit of stew meat and stared slack jawed at his brother. 
\ldblquote That\rquote s freaking brilliant bro.\rdblquote\par \tab Carl
blushed, slightly embarrassed by the praise.  \ldblquote Well you know what
they say about broken clocks\rdblquote , he mumbled.\par \tab Jenny slapped
Arron\rquote s hand away from the stew pot.  \ldblquote Well I might be
able to handle that.  Let\rquote s eat then head for the
spring.\rdblquote\par \tab They did; both the eating and the springing that
is.  Once at the aromatic spring Arron kept his legs under the water as
much as possible.  He hated chiggers; maybe the little bastards would
drown.\par \tab They played and splashed a bit longer than normal.  Long
enough that Lena and Rachel crawled from the water and spooned under a
towel on a mossy bank.  They were asleep in minutes.  One this was noted
Jenny insisted on the rare luxury of a little three-way loving under the
steam haloed stars.  The men folk didn\rquote t object much.\par \tab They
carried the children back to camp and deposited them in Arron\rquote s
tent. Only then did he remember the wet sleeping bag.  Lena was deposited
atop Arron\rquote s bag and her wet one was pulled out and draped over a
clothes line.\par \tab They cracked open some beers, the men went for the
\lquote plague\rquote while Jenny decided to sample the lager.  She liked
it and was soon outpacing both her husband and brother in law.  This made
her tipsy and glory of glories, randy.  Arron was patching his tent with
the help of a headlamp and a roll of duct tape and only vaguely monitoring
the murmuring and giggling that came from the dining fly.  \par \tab He had
about finished when Carl\rquote s pitched voice carried across the camp. 
\ldblquote Yo, bro, a little help here.  I think we\rquote ve got a
fire!\rdblquote\par \tab That got he attention and he tamped down the last
clumsy repair and trotted over.  He saw no sign of an impending
conflagration and looked at Carl in puzzlement, \ldblquote Where\rquote s
the fire?\rdblquote\par \tab Jenny was sitting atop the table; she giggled
and spread her finely toned legs.  \ldblquote Right here she answered
throatily, and it\rquote s getting hotter.\rdblquote Only then did he
realize that she was completely nude.  The brothers exchanged glances then
grins.  It just wouldn\rquote t be gentlemanly to leave the lady hanging
even if she had been well serviced not two hours before.\par \tab Only
after he and Carl had fucked Jenny stupid did Arron drag his sated body to
his tent.  He stripped clumsily then eased down beside the still naked Lena
and pulled the sheet over them both.\par \tab He had just closed his eyes
when a small hand began to stroke his hairy chest, pausing to gently pull
at a tuft here and there.\par \tab\ldblquote Did you and daddy love mommy
good?\rdblquote Lena asked.\par \tab Carl looked down at the dimly seen
form beside him.  He brought a hand up and pushed the child\rquote s bangs
back then kissed her forehead.  \ldblquote She seemed to think
so.\rdblquote\par \tab The small form wiggled in closer, the hot flesh now
in contact from his shoulder to his hip.  \ldblquote I wish we could join
in, me and Rachel.  Why can\rquote t we?\rdblquote\par \tab Well baby, do
you remember how mad mommy was when she first found out about
us?\rdblquote\par \tab He felt her nod, the soft, damp hair caressing his
shoulder.\par \tab\ldblquote Well daddies get madder, sometimes a lot
madder.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote But mommy changed her mind.  Now she
loves with us too?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Well\'85some people never
change their mind.  They just stay mad or get madder.  It\rquote s hard to
know what they might do.  Your daddy might change his mind or he might take
you and your sister away and not come back.  He might also tell people and
me and your mommy would go to jail.  You remember what I told you about how
most people feel about little girls having sex.\rdblquote\par \tab The nod
came again then she was shifting.  The sheet slid away then a knee stabbed
painfully into his stomach.  A slender thigh caressed one cheek.  Her sweet
voice came from somewhere above.  \ldblquote I still don\rquote t think its
fair but I guess you\rquote ll just have to love me all by yourself
tonight.\rdblquote With that her soft, warm little pussy nestled onto his
lips.\par

   \tab The next morning Arron and Carl spent several hours helping Jenny
and getting her started on the moldings.  They laid some of the pieces out
on saw horses then brushed them with water to raise the grain.  They dried
quickly then they were sanded with a medium grit paper.  A final wetting
then they were again sanded with the medium then fine grit.  The sun was
hot and bright so the water dried quickly.  After a wipe with a tack rag
the generator and sprayer were fired up.  Arron laid a fine, even coat on a
few demonstration pieces then passed the tool to Jenny.  She nervously
looked at the moldings then insisted on some practice tries on scrap.  That
turned out to be a good thing because she had real trouble getting the hang
of it.  She tended to put the coating on too heavy, after a few samples ran
she overcompensated and starting misting it on.  These dried too quickly
and ended up a dull, matte finish.  She kept at it and after a bit seemed
to be getting the hang of it.  \par \tab They left her to it and together
wrestled another length of dead tree onto the mill.  They had barely
finished the first cut when a screeching Jenny brought them to a halt. 
There was a gentle breeze blowing but it was strong enough to carry fine
sawdust to where she was working.  Sawdust and wet polyurethane were not a
compatible combination.  \par \tab The only solution, if they wanted to cut
planks anyway, was to relocate Jenny\rquote s spray area to the uphill side
of the house.  For the next hour they humped the pieces and the tools up
the steep climb.  It didn\rquote t take long to raise a sweat.  By the time
the job was finished they felt that they had run a marathon.  They had to
string three extension cords together to get power from the generator to
the new spray site.  \par \tab The mill was fired up again and they started
ripping boards.  By the time they had enough to finish the dam it was noon.
They shut down, collected Jenny and the girls then rode back to camp for a
lunch of sandwiches and chips.\par \tab The men got right on the dam after
lunch.  They loaded up the planks and drove out.  Jenny had the generator
so they had to rely on the cordless drills to drive the heavy screws.  As
Arron had feared when this project started they proved unequal to the task
and both gave out within an hour.  \par \tab It was either stop or find
another way, they found another way.  There was an old hand brace and a set
of wood boring bits in the antique tool box with the tractor.  They grabbed
those and a more modern ratchet set from the house site.  It was more labor
intensive but at least they could still work.\par \tab They got the final
plank course on near dusk.  The use of hand tools and the installation of
the spillway slowed things down a bit.  The latter was just a length of 4
inch PVC that protruded through the planks and had a flange glued on either
end.  The downstream end proceeded about two feet beyond the dam.  The
outfall would be onto solid rock so erosion shouldn\rquote t be an issue.
\par \pard\fi720 Arron fired up the backhoe and started filling while Carl
tramped around between the walls with a flashlight.  They finally stopped
when the visibility got so bad that Arron nearly knocked his brother off
the dam with the bucket.\par \pard\tab They fought their way through
several staffel of mosquitoes and found Jenny and the girls back at camp.
Supper was more sandwiches then they headed for the spring.\par \tab They
finished the dam before lunch the next day.  Getting the remaining clay
core in and tamped was mainly machine work except around the spillway pipe.
It had to be done by hand there.  After that was complete long diagonal
braces were dropped into holes about ten feet from the dam\rquote s base.
The free ends were then screwed to the heavy downstream timbers of the
frame.  They were attached at roughly the high water mark.  These timbers
would provide the lion\rquote s share of the structural support for the
dam. Twenty of them went in, one for each timber set.  The first few were
slow but after an experiment they found that lashing the free end to the
backhoe bucket and using it to pull them down and into place made things a
lot faster.  \par \tab The end result looked a little snaggletoothed, rock
had meant it was not possible to keep everything prettily aligned and still
sink the braces as deep as Arron though they needed to go.  They canted
left and right as needed, none however were more than fifteen degrees off
the nominal right angle they should have formed with the dam face.  The
bracing had been planned to be conservative anyway so Arron figured they
would be ok.  \par \tab There was still much work to do.  A top cap would
be installed to seal the clay core and hopefully keep the critters out. 
Since the four inch PVC spillway could not pass the full flow of the stream
at flood the whole top surface of the dam would serve as an emergency
spillway.  It was deliberately lower than the embankments to allow just
that.  The top cap would also be needed to keep the clay from washing out
under those conditions.  The spillway needed a trash rack too.  \par \tab
Arron set to work backfilling the embankments while Carl loaded the bulk of
the tools.  When the backhoe gave its last snort the dam ends penetrated
the embankments by three feet on either side.  As the soil was mainly
impermeable clay and the height was only about a dozen feet he though it
sufficient.  They popped open a couple of plagues and had a toast before
Arron ceremonially closed the gate valve at the base of the dam.  At the
current flow he figured it would take weeks to fill.\par \tab They loaded
the backhoe then Arron conned the dump truck through the woods after the
Ram.  They picked up Jenny and the girls and drove to camp.  The plan had
been to return the backhoe and dump truck to the forest service yard and
return to camp.  Jenny however pointed out, over lunch, that the yard was
already almost out of the forest and they were again low on food and all
but out of ice.  She suggested they head for Avery, spend the night and
come back on the morrow.\par \tab Arron really didn\rquote t want to but he
was swimming upstream.  The girls were bouncing around excitedly and even
Carl didn\rquote t look that averse to the idea.  He groaned and
acquiesced. After lunch the gasoline and diesel drums were loaded and
everyone bustled about a bit grabbing this or that then they headed down
the mountain.  The road had dried until it was sticky rather than slick; a
good thing with the big dump truck and its trailer.\par

   \tab At the equipment yard Arron unloaded and stowed the truck, trailer
and tractor.  They refueled the dump truck and had just started pumping
fuel into the tractor when Bobby Weaver pulled into the yard and climbed
out of his truck.\par \tab The Ranger ambled over.  He had a thick folder
tucked under one arm.  He thumped the tractor on a clay spattered fender.
\ldblquote Damn thing sure gets dirty just sitting around the
yard.\rdblquote A stream of dark tobacco juice splattered the ground
alongside the left lug.  \ldblquote Still, I surely am glad it\rquote s
here dirty or not.  Why you know if we\rquote d started our audit on
time,\rdblquote he leaned forward and spoke clearly to emphasize the next
word, \ldblquote yesterday, why I\rquote d have had to report a piece of
gubmnet equipment missing.\rdblquote\par \tab Arron looked surprised, then
abashed, he\rquote d completely forgotten about the end of month audit. 
\par \tab\ldblquote Oops\rdblquote , Carl said.  He\rquote d forgotten
too.\par \tab The Ranger continued.  \ldblquote Luckily, we is just a bit
short of manpower so that audit had to get pushed back a bit.\rdblquote
\par \tab Arron shook his head.  \ldblquote Sorry Bobby, I lost track of
the date.\rdblquote He looked around at the woods, thick, even around the
equipment yard.  A gentle breeze was just tugging at the trees, its voice a
almost inaudible sigh.  \ldblquote It\rquote s easy to do around
here.\rdblquote\par \tab The uniformed man\rquote s features relaxed.  He
looked around as well.  \ldblquote Aye, it is that\rdblquote , he said
softly his hick accent seemed to have slipped a bit.\par \tab They listened
to the wind for a moment then Carl cleared his throat and motioned to the
folder.  \ldblquote What\rquote s that?\rdblquote\par \tab The man seemed
to shudder then his eyes refocused and he spat another stream ot tobacco
juice.  \ldblquote This?  One of the girls was cleaning out some old files
and came across it.  She was gonna toss it but I figured yall might like to
give it a look.  It\rquote s the proposal packet the service put together
on the Tuggle parcel back when we was still planning on buying it.  Most of
it is probably pretty nigh useless but it might make interestin\rquote
readin\rquote .  Nothing else you can use it for toilet
paper.\rdblquote\par \tab Carl accepted the folder then the two parties
mounted their respective vehicles and headed out.  \par \tab \par End of
Book III\par }