Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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- Two Quick Previews -
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As I had fingers up Candy's ass she asked, "Daddy, how did you and Val do Mom? I mean, together... two-on-yum."
"Is that what you want sweetheart? Getting it like the first time we double-dicked your Mom?"
"Yes please! I am sure. Please?"
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When Candy came out of the bathroom she was holding David's hand in one hand and her robe her robe in the other. "Gentlemen, tonight I want to feel like a certain type of woman... the type of woman that is desired and satisfied by several men." There was the slightest quiver in her voice, a hint of nerves. She had never been naked before more than one man until yeasterday, and now she had four cocks hard for her body.
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* Category Note: Like part 1, this is nominated as Group Sex because there are 5 people on camera. The moderators classed part 1 as incest. I do not object, the choice is reasonable. However, without giving away too much about the future, I will say the only evidence is a woman's uncorroborated word first given 6 years after the fact, and in support of her own interest. I also note that unrelated lovers are sometimes known to use terms like "daddy" and "baby" at special moments.
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This story starts the next morning, after Part 1.
In all I spent about 80 minutes outside and in the barn, tending to things. It had been a rough night for the animals, but it seemed they all made it. The biggest issue was water, the pond had a layer of ice, but I broke through that easy enough and everybody wanted a drink. When a fifteen-hundred pounds of meat on the hoof in the shape of a buffalo is thirsty, I get out of the way. While they were drinking I put out an extra helping of the good feed.
During the entire time Candy and I were on the com units, we had help nearby but that's no good if I go down and only the livestock knows it.
She had a full length apron on (front and sides only) and was making breakfast. When Val got up they played a little grab ass (like, who wouldn't?), then she put him in a apron and got him to work chopping veggies. She does hash brown potatoes with onion, green pepper and tomato for breakfast. She set the veggies out with a paring knife and the grater. Val knew what to do. Meanwhile she cooked a mess of bacon, eggs with ham, warmed up some kringle, and got out the cartons of homemade orange and cherry chocolate chip ice cream. How else are you going to avoid scurvy in the winter? It is great on top of the warm Danish. But you have to kiss the cook before you get dessert.
After breakfast we knew our first priority was to get Val rolling. I called across the yard to the county shop foreman and asked about the tires. There we had good luck. I knew the county was phasing out the old "short busses" the schools used, based on Chevy and Ford vans, in favor of new Sprinters, so they had a lot of new tires that were marked as surplus. The foreman had orders to move the tires out so we did each other a favor. Val could have 8 of them for $12 each, plus a few bucks for mounting and balancing. They were not the ideal size or tread for him, but they would serve. I said we would have the 8 wheels in his shop by noon today. I mentioned that the foreman might find a bottle of his favorite scotch when he rolled the newly mounted tires over into my vehicle shed. I kept a few bottles handy for emergencies.
The heater was a damn sight bigger problem. Val and I spent over an hour on the phones trying to get one. A new core was impossible, the truck was 3 decades too old, and all heaters eventually leaked - it is like the "water plus metal equals rust" law. Finally he reached a cousin in Needles, California with a junkyard who said he had 3 trucks on hand he could try. Since they were wrecks some of them had been dry for most of their time in the yard. It would cost $50 to pull a core out and test it. Another $50 and the Fitz mad welder would fix it - if it was fixable. If it wasn't, then it would be another $50 to pull the next one. This was the family rate, he had to pay his guys. Still, Val could spend $150 and not have anything to show for it. Val said to give it a try, there were no better options short of cruising junkyards west of the Mississippi himself, and "that was not going to happen until this damn ice age passed." The cousin fell off his chair laughing. They would talk about shipping when he found one. Getting the part to the state capital was easy, but getting to my farm was a lot harder if the weather stayed bad, like the weather bunny on TV said it would.
Val did not want to wear out his welcome with us, but I said the Mother Nature sort of had control of that, and Candy didn't seem to mind.
After the calls Val and I pulled all his wheels from the truck and carted them over to the county yard where the foreman took charge. His first priority had to be keeping the county trucks running, but he said he could us fixed up by close of business tomorrow at the latest. That sounded good, until then we had 30 hours with nothing to do except a few farm chores and molesting Candy to make her smile. She agreed it was good news, but that we had dirty bodies to go with our dirty minds so we had to clean up first.
After wrestling with the tires Val and I cleaned up our hands with Orange Stuff and got our coveralls into the wash, but we still needed a shower, so the next question was who did Candy want first?
She started undressing Val, and when they were both naked she led him into the bathroom. Meanwhile I texted my wife about our surprise visitor. I knew Mona was in a meeting until noon, then she would text back to me. I copied the text to Bev, I thought she would want to know who was taking indecent liberties with her daughter's ripe naked flesh and tight wet orifices. She texted back: "don't miss anything." Her mom's a trooper.
