Milling with the Relatives

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I changed my sheets, again, laundry, again. Geoff, when he visits, creates laundry. Specifically in my bed. Bless him. Dad and Olivia would be here at some point in the morning, and I wanted all the beds clean. I assumed Olivia would be in the guest room that Geoff notionally uses, and Dad would be in the middle room, the one he usually shares with Mum.

They arrived just after ten, Dad parking by the garage and leading the way to the door, both carrying small suitcases. Olivia was somewhere around five foot five, and probably a very small size ten. Her blond hair was in pigtails and she wore round spectacles. She looked every bit the bookworm. Someone told me that she had gone to university a year early, and for some reason was studying farming and husbandry.

I opened the door and hugged them each in turn, Olivia first, and then Dad, his dick apparent and pressing against me.

"Come on in, you can freshen up and we'll grab some tea," I said, lagging back as Dad led the way. In the kitchen I flicked the kettle to on and I noticed that Dad had seen that the washing machine was on, the cycle had another hour to go. He raised an eyebrow, I simply smiled, he didn't need to know, I had left home a long time ago.

"You own all this?" Olivia asked, "wow, how the heck did you get it?"

"Oh, I was just lucky that someone needed to sell and I managed to knock an already good price down. A bit of help from some backers and here we are."

Only Mum, Dad and Geoff knew about my lottery win, and I intended to keep it that way. Olivia perched on a chair, her skirt riding high, and her top showing belly flesh; I simply smiled, oh to be young, although she was eighteen, she just looked a lot younger.

I made some teas and we went and sat in the conservatory, Dad next to me on the sofa, Olivia showing her all on the single chair opposite. I was amused to see my own tactics being used by someone else, but who were they aimed at I wondered, me or Dad, or perhaps both.

Olivia said that she hoped to travel with the World Wide Fund for Nature when she qualified, and explained how she hoped to get experience in forest and wetlands management.

"What do you do with the oak that you can't sell or use?" She asked.

"Mulch it and spread it across the woodland floor is the plan," I said.

"Oh, don't do that with oak, it poisons the soil and stops anything except oak growing. Spread it under oak trees by all means, but not anywhere else."

"Oh, okay, thanks, I didn't know that."

"If ever you walk in the countryside and see an Oak tree, you will notice that nothing else grows under its canopy. You will see it in your own forest."

"Okay, I had never noticed, is that all oaks or just English oak?"

"English Oak for sure, I don't know about other oaks, there are a lot of species of oak."

"Okay, well, I think that I am only growing English Oak."

"Do you allow cattle to graze your forest?"

"No. There are wild deer, that is all."

"Okay, only the acorns and leaves of Oak are toxic to farm animals."

"Right." Well, that was that subject exhausted, it was something that I supposed I should know, I would discuss it with Tom and William, the arborists, and see what their opinion on it was. Olivia had managed to raise her hem even more during the conversation on oaks, and I was amused to see my tactic in action so blatantly.

She stared into my eyes and then ran her gaze up and down my body. Should I give her a flash I wondered, and then decided against, let her develop her own game and we would see where it went.

"Can I go for a walk in your woods?" Olivia asked.

"Of course you can," I said, "I would stick to the tracks and trails, it is too easy to get lost in a strange wood."

"No worries," she said and bounced to her feet and soon I heard the front door clatter as she left.

I looked at Dad and he was smiling."

"She is a one," he said, "we may have a little time to ourselves," he added, "if you would care to take advantage?"

I turned and kissed Dad and pressed my hand on the growing bulge at his groin, rubbing my hand up and down. Dad groaned in his pleasure. I stood and turned and pulled Dad to his feet and headed off to my bedroom, Dad shutting the door behind him, I guessed in case Olivia came back sooner than expected.

I pulled my polo top over my head and undid my skirt, letting it fall. I stood in bra and knickers and watched as Dad stripped down to his underpants, his dick jutting forward, peaking out of the pee hole in his boxers. I put my hands behind my back and undid my bra and then pushed my knickers down. I turned the quilt down and got on the bed, wet with anticipation.

Dad pulled his boxers down and came to the bed, sitting on the side, looking down at me.

"God, you are so like your Mum used to look when she was younger," he said, "you are so beautiful, and I know that we shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help myself."

"Oh piffle, I am a consenting adult, now get over here and get your tongue where it belongs." I lay back with my legs parted and closed my eyes. I didn't need to see what Dad was doing, but I wanted to focus on my sense of feel, to feel what he was doing rather than see.

I felt the bed move as Dad settled between my legs, and then I think his hands either side of me, and then his breath on my fanny. I shivered with delight.

"Ooh, yes," I gasped as a hot and wet tongue slid between my outer labia and was embraced by my smaller inner lips. His tongue slid up and down my valley, my lips caressing and almost fondling it as he moved, pleasures running riot in my body, pressures building, my buttocks clenching and electrics getting ready to fizz.

I felt fingers at my entrance and then past my entrance and at my opening and as the fingers found their way inside, my clitoris exploded as his tongue lightly brushed it, my pleasures now in overdrive, my back arching, my heels digging and my fingers scrunching my mattress.

Dad moved away and then up to my face, kissing me, his tongue and lips tasting of me, of my fanny lips, my wetness. He covered me, his dick hovering at my entrance, my eyes still closed as I memorised his every movement.

"Hello, anyone here?"

Shit it was bloody Olivia. "Hush," I said to Dad.

"I'm just getting changed," I called, "Dad has gone to lay down."

"Get dressed Dad," I said quietly, "I'll tell you when the coast is clear and you can nip into your bedroom and pretend to be asleep."

I put a dress on, not bothering with underwear, picked up my other clothes from before and put them on a chair, and then went out to the main house. Olivia was in the Kitchen getting a glass of water.

"Wow you have a wonderful spread," she said, "a nice and almost eclectic variety of trees. What are your plans?"

I hoped Dad could hear us talking in the kitchen and would quickly get back into his bedroom. I looked at the camera on my phone and watched as Dad quietly left my room and nipped into his next door. I relaxed.

"Well long term, it is the hardwoods, the slower growing. In the short term I am using the pines as a cash crop, felling and sawing into lumber to sell. A local tree surgery company will be dropping off usable trunks for me to mill, and I have some unplanted areas that I shall be planting this year. I hope to plant around two thousand new trees before years end."

"Wow, I mean I walked, but I couldn't have touched even a tenth of what you have."

"Let's sit in the conservatory," I said, "I don't want to disturb Dad if he is having a nap. Do you want a cup of tea?"

"No to the tea, I am happy with the water thanks."

We walked through to the conservatory, she again sat on the single arm chair, I went back to the small sofa. Olivia was again showing her knickers and looking closely at me, of course I had no knickers on, and she would be looking at my fanny, not knickers. I smiled sweetly at her and crossed and then uncrossed my legs, as if looking to get comfortable.

"You have anyone in your life?" She asked, "I have someone at Uni, but I don't think it is long term."

"Oh, possible the beginnings of something, I am not sure. I am in no hurry, I love an easy and free life, not beholden to anyone, and if someone happens, then that is fine." I said, my eyes moving from her face to her crotch and back again.

Olivia smiled at me, her hand on her thigh, just at the hem of her skirt. She eased her skirt up a little, her eyes focussed on me the whole time.

"Did you want to see the mill in operation?" I asked, "we could go over there now if you want."

"Could we, oh, yes please," she said jumping to her feet.

"Okay, let me go and get changed and I'll meet you out front in a few minutes."

I went and knocked on Dad's bedroom door, "I am taking Olivia to see the mill Dad, do you want to come with?"

"Yes," he called back.

"See you out front then."

I went into my bedroom and took the dress off and put on a T Shirt and then some dungarees. In the hall I put on my steel toe cap boots. Dad followed me outside. I locked the house and opened the garage and unplugged the buggy. I reversed it out of the garage and as Olivia and Dad climbed in, I closed and locked the garage.

At the sawmill, Dad got out first and went across to the mill, just looking at the Wood Mizer Mill and the Edger.

"Why did you decide on a bandsaw rather than a circular mill Auntie Amelia, cost?" Olivia asked.

"It wasn't cost Olivia, the circular mills are very difficult to operate solo, it is just such a slow operation. For a solo operator like me the band saw is by far the best option, and this is the best band saw I could buy in the UK. I could have imported a different brand, but then you are always struggling if you need spare parts."

"Oh, okay, so this really isn't going to be a full blown commercial thing then? You will be just sawing small quantities of wood?"

"Yes, I am not in the big boys league, nor do I want to be. I shall only be sawing a small amount of wood, mostly as we thin and manage the forest, and of course, to mill what I need. I still need to build a couple of drying sheds, and I may build a pole barn to store machinery in. That wood will all come from here."

"Cool. Perhaps I can come down and help with the milling sometimes?"

"I don't see why not, let's arrange it when you have a few days and see if I have any milling planned."

I ran through how the mill worked, how I used the skid steer to load logs onto the mill's loading arm, how the loading arm loaded the trunk onto the mill bed, how the log was turned and clamped and if the log had a taper, how one end could be raised to ensure even pith. She seemed impressed.

"It is a fantastic piece of kit Aunt Amelia, it really is. And you have the opportunity to plant some diverse species here."

"Yes. I also plan to buy any adjoining land that becomes available and keep planting. One thing I shall be planting in front of my house is a Monkey Puzzle tree, not to harvest, but as a specimen. I have always loved them and they grow well in the UK."

"Yes, they can be stunning. I have no idea what the wood is like though."

"As I say, I don't plan on harvesting it."

"No, and it will look amazing in front of your house, a real centre piece."

"Shall we mill a log?"

"Oh yes, I would love to see it I action."

I started the skid steer and got one of the pine logs from my pile and dropped it onto the log loader. I then fired up the mill and loaded the log onto the bed. I showed Olivia how the turner and clamps worked and then I took a slice from the top, discarding the unwanted slab onto the skid steer forks.

I rolled the log and did the same, and then after I had done all four sides I ended up with an almost square log, just with rounded corners.

"I can now take slices all the way down, and then trim off the bark, or wane, in the edger, or if it is only a rough cut, I can leave it on. If, however, I am looking for posts, say six by six, I can take slices from top and bottom and then the sides until I am left with a core of the right size."

"Okay, that makes sense. How do you store it?"

"I lay it on a palette, and put thin strips of wood, or stickers, between each layer to keep air circulating. That helps them dry and avoids mould."

"Cool."

"I have a text from your mum," Dad interrupted, "she has twisted her ankle, I need to get home."

"Okay Dad, no problem, let's get back to the house."

I made sure everything was turned off and safe and headed back to the house. Back at the house where we had a half decent phone signal, Dad phone Mum.

"It seems she mis-stepped out of the conservatory and turned her ankle. She doesn't think it is broken but can't put any weight on it. I need to go and be there for her. I'll phone my brother Phil, and he can come and pick Olivia up, will she be okay here for a few days? I know he is working at the moment."

"Yes, of course Dad, no worries, we'll probably have some fun with the Mill. You get off and I'll see you in a few days perhaps when Mum has recovered, and we can carry on where we left off."

He would know what I mean, hopefully Olivia wouldn't. I was so close to getting Dad's dick in my fanny, so close, yet as Bill Clinton would say, no cigar. We hugged and then he went out to the car and was gone. He had left his suitcase and clothes here, that was fine, they would be here when he returned.

"Let's see what we can get for tea, I am afraid there are no takeaways this far from town. I do have Pizza I can cook if that's okay?"

"Oh yes, I love Pizza," Olivia said.

I retrieved the Pizza from the freezer and popped into the oven to cook. I cracked open a bottle of Pinot Grigio and put it in the middle of the table to breathe. Before long it was ready and I pulled them from the oven and sliced them up.

"What we don't eat today, we could always have for lunch tomorrow," I said as we sat down.

The Pinot Grigio didn't last long and I grabbed another bottle as we headed into the lounge to watch some TV. I let Olivia choose, and we ended up watching some documentary reality programmes about fishing.

"I am ready for bed," I said a few hours of fishing documentaries later.

"Yes, I'll follow you," Olivia said.

I went around checking all the doors were locked and windows closed, no appliances left on, and turned lights of as I made my way to my room. In my room I stripped and went into the ensuite and washed. Back in my bedroom I just had my small side light on. I pulled my quilt back and sat naked on my bed ready to turn in.

My door opened, Olivia walked in and shut the door behind her. She was naked. Her boobs were not large, but nicely round, probably a B cup. Her stomach was flat with a small feminine bulge to her mons. Her fanny was hairy, covered to the top in her blonde curls, but her labia were clear.

"I got your messages," she said, "loud and clear and your cunt looks delightful." Of the language of the youth of today. I have a fanny, not a cunt and using cunt really turns me off.

"Fanny Olivia, please. I do not use the C word"

"Whatever," she said and walked to the bed and stood in front of me. She sat on my lap, her legs apart over mine, held my face and kissed me, her pubic curls tickling my mons. Her tongue darted between my lips, mine responded, and our tongues embraced and danced between us.

She pushed me and I lay back, slowing my pace of fall with my arms, and then she was laying on top of me, her breasts pressing against mine. Still kissing me she slipped to my left side and her hand delved between my legs, her fingers tracing my sex, sliding up my wet and slippery valley, pausing and then gently pressing at my clitoris as I gasped in pleasure.

She stopped kissing my lips and she moved down, sucking my nipples, softly chewing each one before going further down, her tongue seeking my clitoris, I tensed, I gasped, my buttocks clenched, my eyes screwed tight shut, and her tongue dabbed again.

Pleasures screamed through my body, her touch was just so different to a man's, I knew not why, a tongue is a tongue, but a woman seems, somehow, to be able to use it just right, to know what to do. She was metaphorically pressing all the right buttons.

My petals parted and her fingers roamed my entrance, seeking, pushing, entering, passing my opening and then they were inside me, seeking my small hymen scar, fingernails scratching it, shards of intense pleasure darting up to join those emanating from my tortured clitoris.

I could not breathe, my mouth was gulping, my back was hardly on the bed, my fingers scrabbled at nothing, heels cycling on the bed, I was out of control, I could not begin to bring myself to respond in any way. Pleasure was coursing through my body. I managed a long sigh as a mini orgasm rippled through my body, every muscle tightening, my fanny clamping on her fingers.

She moved head away from my clitoris, her fingers gently left my fanny, and she ran her tongue from my anus, past my entrance, along my valley and just brushed my clitoris before moving away and lying next to me.

I recovered my breath and got to my knees between her ankles. I sucked her right big toe, and then her left, my tongue running along the edge of her toenail. I slowly licked up her left leg and at her knee I swapped to her right. At her crotch I kissed around her fanny lips without actually touching them, my tongue in the crease between her thigh and her fanny. She shivered.

I pursed my lips and blew along her fanny crease from entrance to clitoris, and then back again and planted a big soggy kiss right across her sphincter before pressing my tongue against her crinkle. She gulped. My tongue passed her fourchette and circled her entrance, I could hear her gasps.

I pressed my tongue at her entrance and her petals opened and my tongue was inside her. I wiggled my tongue up and down and then from side to side, Olivia gulping in air as her pleasures coursed through her. I eased my tongue out of her fanny and ran three fingers in circles around her entrance before gently pushing.

"Oh absolute fuck Auntie Amelia," she gasped softly as my three longest fingers pushed through her entrance, past her opening and into her fanny. Her fanny was tightly gripping my fingers, squeezing them, and there was a slight pulsation to her squeezing. I opened my fingers, stretching her fanny as wide as I could, and then I blew into her fanny.

"Oh fuck, Jesus," she gasped and as her fingers were scrunching the mattress I moved up and sucked her clitoris into my mouth, the tip of my tongue dabbing gently at it. I moved my fingers out towards her opening, and than back in, finger fucking her as I lapped at her clitoris.

I felt her whole body tense, and her back rose form the bed and she screamed loud, a high pitched yell that reverberated around my room, warm salty liquid splashed my face and then she collapsed down onto the bed, her chest heaving, her mouth gulping for air.

Olivia stayed in my bed the whole night, softly snoring as she lay beside me. In the morning I got out and went into my ensuite and showered. I dressed in T Shirt and dungarees; I wanted to do more milling. Down in the kitchen I made myself a coffee as I grilled bacon and cut my sourdough loaf into slices for sandwiches.

"Morning auntie," she said as she almost stumbled into the kitchen, her hair dishevelled and awry.