After my brief encounter with Daniella in the crows nest, I found myself at a meal where I was desperately trying to manage the never-ending raging erection that she'd left me with. Watching Faith and Danni's brother flirt endlessly down the table, while getting iced hard by the object of my distress.
Oddly, I felt no jealously over Faith at all. We'd been a short term thing, and it had been incredibly fun and gratifying. I found that I cared about her, but didn't feel any ownership, or loss at her finding someone else so quickly.
It might have been Daniella. She'd fascinated me from moment one, and after our brief tryst, I knew that she was funny, she was strong and smart, and she was the kind of woman that I could fully enjoy physically. It was painful being so near her and not able to touch her.
June, Danni and Michael's mother, seemed happily oblivious to it, which I didn't believe for a moment. She'd survived Freddie too, and she'd as much as told me she could feel the pheromones floating around.
"Was Calvin able to help you with Thomas' old rifle," she asked innocently, and, I realized, pointedly. Danni had missed a button on her dress, and June had spotted it, lasering in.
Danni nodded emphatically, "yes he was helpful. The sights needed to be recalibrated."
June turned to me and elbowed hard into my arm, "she hadn't had a straight shot in years," a wink. Danni, aghast, slapped her hands on the table.
"Mother!"
June shrugged, patting Danni's arm and smiling sweetly, "oh honey, I didn't mean anything by it. That deer you shot last week had to be run down because you shot it in the ass." June looked down the table at Faith and Michael giggling and whispering, "and you two! Did Mikey get you reacquainted with the cows, Faith?"
Faith turned to her, smiling innocently. "Oh yes, Auntie June, I still remember how to milk like a professional."
Michael, choosing a bad time to take a swig of milk, snorted, causing some to come out of his nose. June seemed delighted, Danni pressed her forehead into her palm and closed her eyes.
"Well that's wonderful, dear. I saw you two walking by the big oak. I'm sure Mikey will be glad for your extra hands. In the barn." Both Faith and Michael went beet red and silent.
Dinner pretty much went like that. The old bird was old school, and she clearly knew everything that went on under her roof, or on her land. Danni was frustrated by it, embarrassed at her mother's amused chiding.
"Say, June," I started, hatching a plan to maybe earn back a few points, "I know you've got the solar panels on the roof, but Danni mentioned you all are low on batteries for other tools?"
June coughed on a bit of cassarole, and cast a glance at Danni. I went on, "I scavenged a charger and a brick of rechargeables from an abandoned cabin. Could I give them to you, as a thank you? For your hospitality?"
June coughed again and smiled at me, her eyes unable to prevent betraying her plans for those batteries, "oh, that would be very generous of you, Calvin, thank you."
"Of course," I replied as I tucked into the meal. I glanced at Danni, who was doing her best to hide her delighted smile from both her mother and me, but like her mother, her eyes didn't lie as she glanced at me.
After dinner, we all chatted and played cards by candlelight until dusk fell to dark. June stood up and declared it bedtime, mandating that I use the washroom first since I would be 'camping' in the yard.
I retrieved my toiletries along with the rechargable batteries I'd offered, and took care of things. A quick shower made me feel like a new man, and thankfully washed away the scent of Danni's pussy, whose sweet musk clung maddeningly to me.
Leaving the bathroom, I glanced down the hall to where Danni stood with Faith across the hall from her own room. Michael's room was across from the bathroom, near the stairs to the crows nest, and June's at the top of the hall by the stairs.
"Good night," Danni offered, her voice taking on the gentler tone that she'd had earlier while we talked in the crows nest.
"Good night, Danni," I replied regretting very much that it would be a lonely one.
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I took a few minutes moving things around in the truck, putting a few of the larger boxes and bags full of tools or supplies into the passenger side footwell and seat. Finally, I rolled out a camping mat to put my sleeping bag on. It was extra thick, and while it probably wouldn't save my back much damage, the rest of me would be glad of it. Onto that, I spread a thermal blanket Dad had bought for cold weather camping, since the nights were still chilly, followed by my sleeping bag. I had a some old quilts in the back in case I got cold too.
Most of the stuff I'd brought was smaller, other than a couple of boxes of non-perishable food. The rifle and handguns I'd taken from the gas station bandits had been checked, cleaned, and stashed in the lockbox with the more valuable tools, and overall, I had a good little sleeping space, around the width of a double bed. Not too shabby, really. I'd done with much worse.
Crawling into my sleeping bag, I desperately tried to not think of my blue balls, not fatal like a lot of idiots had claimed down the years, but frustrating. I debated doing something about them, but worried that June would be watching, and decided against it. I settled into looking up at the roof skylight section of dad's old hardcover. When we were kids he'd take me, and later Gil to see Grampa to hunt. He'd let us sleep in the covered back of the truck, a little travel heater keeping us warm while he and Grampa drank a bourbon around the campfire.
Tonight, the moon was just past full in the sky, and the entire farm had been cast in a gentle blue light. Though I'd always prefer to be in a warm bed with a wet woman, this brought back some good memories, and I drifted off, reminiscing about those childhood adventures. I hope Gil and his family were well, that whatever genetic quirk had saved my life (and Dad's if not for his heart) had them as well.
I dreamed of the island, of Gil and Hannah sitting with Allie and I, watching the kids play in the water. That would've been a nice life, I thought sleepily, drifting away on the part-memory, part-fantasy.
Tap-tap-tap. It had been happening for a couple of minutes, but I'd ignored it going back to sleep to dream more of Danniela's perfect breasts, thinking a tree branch was blowing in the wind, but no, it came back, tap-tap-tap, along with a whisper, "Calvin," tap-tap-tap. "Calvin!"
A shadow, feminine with long hair, stood at the milky back window. I cursed inwardly. Had Faith decided she wanted to run off with me after all? I'd hoped she would be happy here. She'd certainly seemed to be enjoying herself.
Tiredly, I crawled to the tailgate and unlatched the hatch, feeling grumpy from my aching nuts, and popped the hatch,
"I don't know why you're down here, but I..." expecting to find Faith, but instead, Danni.
Danni stood in front of me, a statue carved by a Greek master, an especially horny one, I'd guess. She wore a long nightdress, hanging from her shoulders by straps that held up a low bodice, a stretchy band holding it close beneath her large breasts, wrapping around her trim waist, flowing out from the flare of her hips.
In the moonlight, the nightdress was almost see through where the rays illuminated it from behind her, the shadow of her form visible. Her hair was loose, long to almost her waist, flowing around her body in straight, gently waving clouds, framing her gentle, high cheeked face, and highlighting her dark eyes. Immediately, my balls ached and my cock hardened.
"...hi Danni," I exhaled loudly, "ho-lee, you look inc-"
She put her hand over my mouth.
"Invite a girl in out of the cold?"
Still in my sleeping bag, I helped Daniella into the flatbed of my pickup, guiding her to my makeshift camp bed. She looked around, staring up through the skylight, her long neck exposed to me. She sat down on her left hip, legs under her, and I curled around her front, my back to my cargo.
"This is a pretty good setup," she said as she assessed my den, "my dad used to take us road camping. He'd drive a flatbed we had out to the woods beyond the property, and us kids would sleep in it, watching the stars."
I propped myself up on one elbow, letting the sleeping bag slip off of my torso to expose my broad shoulders and muscular chest. Catching her looking, I let my other hand gently trace patterns on her exposed calf with my fingertips, "what did your folks do?"
Smiling, she looked away from me, "oh, dad would set up a tent, and my mother would hike out to us later in the day with sandwiches for dinner and a bottle of gin for them. We'd pretend to not hear what would go on in the tent." I smiled a response, cocking an eyebrow, and Danni replied, "farm life. You get to know the facts early."
My curiosity getting the best of me, I let my hand slide lightly to her thigh. Strong, like all of her, but still smooth, soft under the gauzy fabric of her nightgown. She flicked her eyes to my hand momentarily, but said nothing, "so why the late night visit, Danni?" She looked away from me, back up to the night sky.
"I'm cold," she gripped her upper arms and shivered, ignoring my question. If that wasn't an intentional opening, I don't know what could be.
I opened the sleeping bag a small unzip, enough that she could get a glimpse of the waist of my boxers, "it's warm in here. I can make room."
Leaning toward me, Danni treated me to a feast in the view of her cleavage, taking her time looking at the folds of the sleeping bag, she used one finger to pull it open, revealing my boxers, my hardness pushing at the fabric. Licking her lips, she turned back to me and cocked her head, "it looks snug."
