This is a stand alone story. But it is also the second installment of a trilogy that starts with "Philadelphia, Texas" and ends with "Mei and I".
Being a work of fiction everything, even the true parts, are made up.
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By now we should all know that any person engaging in sexual activity is 18 years of age, or older at the time such activity occurs.
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Clang. clang, clang... I wake to the sound of Big Ben's metallic clang six mornings out of seven. Pulling myself up and out of my parent's bed. The big comfy bed they should be sleeping in. But they are only here in their bed on Saturday nights. I walk slowly to the shower, and there I wash the sleep away. I don my apron and walk to the kitchen. There is a lot of work to be done keeping our little farm in the black.
Mom and Dad are working down in an oilfield around Odessa. It is too far to commute, so they are staying with dad's brother, uncle Mike. They try to drive home to see us every Saturday morning. Then they have to go back every Sunday night, The life of an oilfield gypsy is not an easy one.
I get all the fixings out of the icebox and fire up the range. Quite literally because it is a wood burner. Using it saves on the utility bills. I toss a dab of bacon grease in the cast iron skillet heat it up and swirl it around to kill any bacteria that might be in there. Then I dump it and in goes a block of bacon. There is a whole lot of bacon and eggs waiting to be made this morning, so I get to it. My older brother Christopher thoughtfully made this leather apron which is keeping the grease splatter off of me as I cook.
My younger brother, Robert, he can really put those groceries away. They awaken when I do, but instead of a nice civilized shower and inside work, they are out there, no matter the weather, doing their morning chores before breakfast. Rain, cold, dust, mud, it does not matter, they have their duties to tend to. Cooking, cleaning and doing the laundry are choice jobs compared to what they have to do each morning.
I hear Robbie turning on the water in the hall bathroom's shower as I am putting three plates on the dining room table. A minute later Chris comes in through the back door.
"Keep away from me, I am disgusting," he says as he brushes past me and heads down the stairs on his way to the basement's shower head.
"Tell me something that I did not already know", I retort.
"Hardy, har, har, sis", I hear his reply from the basement.
Chris is so sweet, he does the hard, dirty work outside so that Robbie does not have to. So Robbie could come in shower and eat his breakfast, and get ready for school. Robbie goes to high school. He is a graduating senior this year. Not that it matters much, next year he will be taking the same classes in the same rooms Christopher did.
Classes in agriculture, husbandry (animal not human, although each of them will make really good ones for someone, someday), and farm management, in the stadium annex. Where I took judo and art last year when I was a graduating senior. Where I am taking business management and accounting classes this year as a college freshman. Christopher calls it grade thirteen and grade fourteen. He is right, it is more high school than college.
I am Diana your narrator, my friends call me Princess Diana of Themyscira, both of my friends. If you have not gathered by now I am a little weird. Not that there is anything wrong with being weird. I just don't understand the other people around here, and I wasn't kidding about only having two friends. I trust like six people in this world. My two equally weird friends, my two wonderful brothers, and my two absent parents.
Robbie is out of the shower and at the table, eating the bacon, eggs, and toast I just made. I grab a piece of toast and put some of the Blackberry jam we made last summer on it. Christopher comes up, and I am in awe. I just don't know how he can eat like he does and be as buff as he is. Hard work, hard physical work I guess, all three of us have long hours, but cooking, laundry and study are not aerobic. Chris handles all the really tough, or physically demanding jobs.
Four eggs and ten slices of bacon later Chris is getting up from his chair. Kissing me on the top of my head, saying, "Five stars as always, sis. Need anything from town?"
"Nope, good here."
Christopher goes out to the garage and gets the crappy faded blue and rust colored Ford pickup truck out of the garage. Robbie pulls the screwdriver vertically out of the repurposed gate hasp that is screwed into the side of the truck, holding its door shut. He gets in and sits down, then rolls down the window so that he might replace the screwdriver in the hasp.
It is Monday my men are off to school and work. I need to get the house cleaned up and the laundry done, so that I might study some before they get home, This is an easy day, Tuesdays and Thursdays I have classes, those are busy days.
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Clang, clang, clang... I woke to the sound of Big Ben clanging away. Its Tuesday, I have a finance class this morning so I get to ride into town with Robbie for school.
"Awww, I don't want to go to school today." Robbie whines next to me. "I don't want to get up."
At that statement I duck my head under the luxurious silk sheets, and take my little brother's not so little penis into my mouth. Rolling my tongue around the back of his glans. Pursing my lips on his shaft and moving up, then down, then back up, as he moans happily. Clinking the big silver ball of my tongue piercing on the big segment ring in his Prince Albert. In a moment he is at full staff.
"You might not want to get up, little bro." I coo seductively, "but he already is".
"Are we just going to lay about in bed all morning?" Asks Christopher, who at this moment is lying naked next to me gently licking and then fingering my asshole, as I was enthusiastically fellating Robbie, playing with his scrotum and his shaft as I take him deep, then come up for a breath. Back into my throat, out a bit, back, then deep, then a breath. Robbie is gripping by head and hair as I swallow his amazing appendage. No wonder boys obsess about them, they are really fun. Then as I go deep again he pops, hooting loads of thick gooey Robbie juice down my throat as the morning's appetizer.
I hop out of the gorgeous king size bed and walk naked across the big bedroom with just a few pieces of really neat, clean lined, elegant pieces of Scandinavian modern furniture. I look out the giant window and watch the Pacific surf breaking on the big rocks below, I think of how wonderful life is here now. How right we were to sell the farm, to move to Mexico, to tell everyone that Christopher was my husband and Robert his brother, my brother in law. Taking an extended vacation with beloved family.
As I cross the opulent venerated marble floor my six, heavy, stainless steel outer labia rings clang sexily against one another. Tugging and pulling at my sex. Oh, how I love the feeling. I turn on the shower, six chrome spray heads on two opposing walls giving 360 degree coverage. A perfect cloud of warm water in a perfect marble and glass enclosure.
I call back to my brothers, "you boys can double team me if you get here before I have finished shampooing my hair".
