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Arron's Chronicles 2 (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)





Now for the second part, I have for many years read erotic stories,
starting with filched copies of Penthouse Letters as a teenager then
downloading them from BBS's and finally the internet. I have found many,
many erotic stories that I have enjoyed immensely. I have also found a
great deal of duds. To be erotic a story needs several things. It has to
be believable both in the setting and the actions/reactions of the
participants. A story where a child walks into a pool hall, raises her
dress and takes on everybody in the place would not be erotic for me no
matter how hot the sex, because I would not believe it. A story has to
be descriptive. Adjectives and adverbs are important. Don't tell me that
Jane dropped to her knees and fucked the dog. Tell me what she feels,
what she says, how she moves. Don't tell me a child is cute. Describe
her, what is her skin tone, what color are her eyes, her hair? How soft
is her skin? What is she thinking?

Arron rose early the next morning. He tossed a few sticks on the fire
then got some coffee started. He was frying bacon when Lena emerged from
the tent as bare as the day she was born.

The child grinned at him then struck a provocative pose, one hand on her
little hip. She held that for an instant then shivered and dove back
into the tent. The temperature had dropped overnight and was now in the
mid fifties.

When the six-year-old reemerged from the tent she'd pulled on her
pajamas, parka and bunny slippers. The woods hadn't been kind to the
bunnies. Left bunny was missing an ear and right bunny was only a few
hanging threads from being completely blind.

Lena watched him turn the sizzling strips for a while then, miffed at
being ignored, nuzzled up against him and demanded a kiss. He gave her a
peck on the lips. She backed a step and looked up at him curiously, her
big blue eyes stated quite clearly 'you can do better than that!'

He grinned and pulled her in for a longer smooch. Their tongues caressed
one another briefly before the child pulled back. She reached down to
massage his crotch through his jeans. "We didn't take care of this last
night." She shot a glance at the tent then tugged down his zipper.

"Lena, your sister-"

"Pooh, she's still sound asleep."

She fished out his cock which had already started to harden then looked
up him. "Wanna give me a milk shake before breakfast uncle?" Without
waiting for an answer she parted her soft lips and allowed the head of
his cock to slide into the warm cavern of her tiny mouth. She maintained
eye contact as two inches of hard cock followed. The expression on his
face made her giggle. The sensation that made around his cock was fantastic.

The bacon was forgotten as the six-year-old hit a rhythm. Her blond hair
flashed in the sun as she bobbed on his cock. At then bottom of each
stroke soft choking sounds emanated from her mouth as his prick banged
at the entrance to her throat.

Unmindful of the grease on his hands, Arron began to stroke the child's
soft tresses. "Sweet Lena! Oh like that honey! Just like that!"

She picked up the pace, her hair really dancing now. A wet sucking noise
accompanied her bobbing head as the pace caused the vacuum seal of her
lips to fail slightly on each stroke. The child's oral skills had
increased dramatically since she'd first sucked his cock and she was
bringing them all to bear.

"Oh shit baby! I'm cuming! Fuck! Here it comes!" He threw back his head
and growled inarticulately as the savage pulses of cum burned their way
down his prick. Lena's cheeks bulged and her throat worked as she worked
to contain and swallow his huge morning load. A few strands of spunk
escaped her lips to drool down her chin. Throughout it all her little
blond head never stopped bobbing.

As Arron came back to earth Lena pulled his wilting cock from her mouth
and kissed the head. She grinned up at him. "Am I a good little cock
sucker Uncle Arron?"

He bent down and pulled her up to him. Their lips met in a long caress
as their tongues dueled lazily. He pulled back and looked into those
bright blue eyes. "You're good at anything you do honey but you're a
fantastic cock sucker." He kissed her on the nose and set her to giggling.

He'd just set her down when a noise caused them both to turn. Rachel
stood just outside the door of the tent. Her little T-shirt was rucked
up around her belly button and her panties were at her ankles. She
groaned and swayed as her fingers savaged her little twat. As they
watched she gave a little scream and toppled over backwards to land on
her rump with a thud.

They rushed to her together. Arron picked her up and brought her over to
the fire. Lena busied herself brushing bits of grass and twigs from her
sisters backside. The three-year-old had stuck her thumb into her mouth
and simply stared with an unreadable expression on her pixie face as
they ministered to her. Lena had removed all of the debris from her
round little bottom and was now gently rubbing it. Goose bumps had
started up on those little cheeks from the cold. "Is your butt sore Rache?"

Rachel nodded then pulled her thumb from her mouth. "Kiss it and make it
better."

Lena met Arron's gaze for a second then dropped to her knees and began
to plant chaste little kisses on the younger siblings little bottom.
Arron had never zipped up, he was reminded of this when Rachel reached
out one tiny hand and gently grasped his limp, swaying cock. The child
turned it this way and that, examining it from all angles. She then
looked up at him. "I wanna mi'k shake too unc'a."

Arron frowned but his cock began to stir at the thought. "Honey I don't
know if your big enough to-" His words stopped as the child leaned
forward and kissed the head of his cock. Her little tongue pushed out
and began to explore the smooth helmet.

His cock, so recently and so expertly drained, was quick to respond. In
truth the child's actions were clumsy and not very skillful but just the
thought that those actions were being performed by a girl still shy of
four was enough to turn his prick to iron.

Lena had stopped her own actions and was staring over her sisters
buttocks as she too watched that little tongue.

Rachel tongued the head for another minute then licked her way down the
now adamantine shaft. She played around in the forest of Arron's pubic
hair for a moment then slid back up to the head. She backed off and
stared at his prick for a moment then ovaled her lips and went back in.
Her first attempt to actually get it into her mouth weren't very
successful. He didn't have a huge cock but she had a very small mouth.
She kept at it though and finally forced her lips down over the helmet.
She rested for a moment with her lips locked in the groove behind the
head of his cock then pulled off with a muted 'pop'. She met Arron's
gaze for a moment then turned and looked at her awe struck sister.

"Kiss my butt some more and do it like you did in the tent that time."

Lena immediately reddened and became flustered. "I didn't do nuthin in
the tent!"

"Did too! you put your tongue up my butt. I liked it." She didn't wait
for a reply from her embarrassed older sister but returned to her
confrontation with Arron's cock. Once again the head vanished into her
tiny mouth. She remained that way until it became apparent to Arron that
she was going to do nothing else. Gently, he grasped her small head and
began to ease it up and down on his cock. So shallow was her mouth that
she choked almost immediately, prompting him to stop. He stroked her
hair, "Use your tongue honey, lick it", then took his shaft in hand and
began to slowly jack himself off.

Lena fumed in indecision for a long moment then went back to kissing her
sisters darling little butt. She was holding off a decision on rimming
her siblings little tush with her fully aware but Rachel was having none
of that. When Lena's lips strayed near her little crack the
three-year-old wiggled and shoved her rump back so that her older
sisters nose and lips slid into that soft cleft. The first time it
happened Lena recoiled and backed off. When Rachel continued to wave
that little fanny and whimpered around Arron's cock Lena leaned in and
began to kiss again. Rachel gave another jerk and again Lena's face
ended up in her crack. This time Lena didn't back off, within seconds
she was actively pushing in deeper.

Rachel began to suck harder on her uncles prick, her tongue sliding all
over the short length she could fit into her mouth. Arron slid sideways,
his cock twisting in the child's mouth, and leaned forward to observe
Lena's actions. The six year old had started to moan herself. She was
eating her sisters ass for all she was worth.

The stimulation, both physical and otherwise, quickly overwhelmed Arron.
Even though his nuts had drained not fifteen minutes ago he was rapidly
approaching another powerful nut. He began to jack his dick frantically,
his fist bussing Rachel's lips on each upstroke. He opened his mouth to
warn the three-year-old that he was going to cum but events overtook
him. His hearing faded and his vision blurred as rope after rope of
burning cum pulsed from his cock.

Rachel took the first powerful spurt right in her mouth. Surprised she
jerked back and caught the next across the face. She was still staring
in shock when Lean pulled her tongue from her sister's butt and leaned
over to swallow half of Arron's spurting dick.

When Arron returned to Earth Lena was licking the last remnants of his
spunk from his fading prick. Rachel knelt to one side, her face dripping
spunk and more drooling from her mouth and nose. With a roar like a bull
in rut he pushed Lena aside and bore her tiny sister to the ground. As
she squealed in surprise he fastened his mouth to her little twat and
began to savage it. He'd barely started before he felt hands tugging at
the three-year-old's body. Lena tugged and pulled till, with Arron's
help, she'd rolled her sister and uncle till Arron was on his back with
Rachel cunt down on his face. Lena then attacked her sisters vulnerable ass.

With tongues abusing both ends, Rachel went off like a bomb in less than
a minute. She went completely rigid, arms and legs extended like a
cruciform and screamed until her lungs were empty. Unable to draw
another breath she convulsed twice then went limp.

Arron gently pulled the child to his chest then shakily stood. The
girl's panties had come completely off during the festivities and had
somehow ended up in the coals of the firepit. They smoked sullenly but
had yet to catch fire. He pulled a thick towel from the clothesline and
laid it on the ground before gently laying Rachel on it. He needed to
get something warm on her but that could wait. He turned to Lena and
growled, "Now its your turn!"

He caught a screaming Lena after a short chase and pulled her to the
ground. He'd just half pulled, half torn off her pajama bottoms and
panties and was getting ready to dine on her tasty little twat when a
tiny dervish shoved him aside. Still naked from the waist down Rachel
dove between her sister's pale thighs. The three-year-old was a maniac
eating her sisters pussy like a child gone mad. Arron stood back and
watched as the two of them rolled around on the ground, Rachel's face
never leaving her sister's twat. In minutes Rachel's inexperienced but
infinitely enthusiastic ministrations put her older sibling over the
edge. The woods echoed with her screams as Lena came.

A little conversation revealed that Lena had not been quite as asleep as
she seemed on several occasions when her sister had gone down on her.
Childish intuition told her that Lena did not want her to know about it.
Since she enjoyed it when Lena did 'that nasty thing' and assumed it
would stop if brought out into the open she'd simply decided to play
dumb. It was only catching Lena sucking cock that had led her to mention
it..

Once everyone was dressed and fed they proceeded to the house site. The
girls were too young to be of any actual help but Arron found some safe
make work for them while he returned to the sawmill. Considering he was
working alone he made good progress for a couple of hours, then the
schedule began to slip. As the morning progressed the girls decided it
was warm enough to do without clothes. Both were soon naked and
frolicking around. It was a simple deduction to their childish minds
that if they were naked then their uncle should follow suit. Once this
had been accomplished interest in his cock was soon again at the fore.
As the day progressed, one or the other was often nursing on Arron's
dick with Lena coaching her baby sister on the finer points of giving
head. When one of them wasn't sucking cock they generally were eating
pussy or rimming ass. Now that the air had been cleared they had no
hesitation or shame as they ravaged each other's pre-pubescent bodies.
Even though Arron wasn't directly involved in these latter activities
they were still extremely distracting. The two discovered the 69
position around noon and spent a good portion of the remaining day with
their heads between each others shapely little thighs. By the time they
finally made it back to camp at dusk girls were sated and Arron's balls
were aching as if they had been beaten.

The next day started worse. It dawned humid and warm. As a result the
girls decided from the start that clothes weren't needed. The two naked
nymphs ganged up to suck Arron off before breakfast. On the way to the
house site they fell into a noisy 69 on the front seat of the truck.

Despite the slow start he actually got more work done this day. That was
because all of the heady sex finally caught up with the girls and they
slept a good portion of the day. The respite also gave his a chance to
think and with thought came the return of guilt. It wasn't the panicky,
'oh shit what have I done' guilt of a week or two before. He was beyond
that. No this guilt was a sorrowful ache for innocence lost. Despite the
fact that neither child seemed harmed by their escapades he knew they
had been changed. No matter how sexy and desirable he found them to be
he still would mourn that tiny whiff of childhood they had lost.

That night they ate a quiet supper then trooped off to the spring.
They'd just returned when Arron's cell phone rang. He answered it and
talked briefly before hanging up. He looked at the two children, now
innocent and fresh in identical plush robes. "You're parents are flying
back tomorrow. We'll leave in the morning to pick them up."

The rest of the evening was subdued. Even though the girls were rested
from their naps and would normally be ready for play, sexual or
otherwise, they sensed their uncle's dark mood and remained quiet.

The next morning they loaded up early and began the task of coaxing the
Ram down the mountain. It was early and the girls had been up much of
the night so they were soon asleep in their safety seats. They were
halfway to the blacktop when a Forest Service truck going the opposite
direction rounded a bend ahead. Both vehicles eased off to their
respective sides, brush scraped and twanged as the trucks tried to make
a one lane rut into two. They were about abreast when the young Ranger
in the Forest Service vehicle waved Arron to stop. Arron felt a brief
moment of panic at that but pushed it down. If they had a whiff of what
he was doing with the girls he'd be facing a battalion of deputies with
helicopters and shotguns, not one Ranger in a scratched up old pickup.

The man pulled abreast and stopped. "You're fixin' up the old Tuggel
property ain't you?"

Arron didn't know the name of the previous owners of the land but nodded
anyway. There couldn't be that many private tracts in the forest.

"Been wantin' to talk to you for a week or so." He shoved a hand across.
"Bobby Weaver."

Arron took the proffered hand, "Arron Winters."

"Nice to meet you. You know by law the Forest Service has to maintain
passable roads to any private land inside our borders." He leaned out
the window and spat a stream of tobacco juice at the dirt between the
idling vehicles. Only then did Arron notice a plug of tobacco in the
smiling face the size of a baby's fist. "Now we always comply with the
law. Given my current manpower situation I figure we'll have your road
fixed up sometime before ohhh...2015." His smile broadened. "Now if that
timetable ain't exactly expectable well there's stockpiles of road
materials and equipment at a couple of places. Now you gotta understand
that civilians just can't borrow guv'ment equipment. That'd be agin' the
law." He wallowed the plug in his mouth around and spat another brown
stream. "'Course if some material just vanished from time to time and
the equipment was always there at our end of month depot check well I
reckon nobody would notice at all."

Arron returned the man's grin. "I think I understand Ranger."

The Ranger nodded, "Good, good, glad we cleared that up. Stop by the
tower office sometime and someone will get you a map showing where that
stuff you ain't supposed to bother is. Wouldn't want you wanderin' in by
accident and getting in trouble."

"Oh I'm sure I won't disturb anything by accident."

"Glad to hear it." They exchanged a wave and the two vehicles parted.

The girls finally awoke a couple of hours up the interstate and began to
complain of hunger. A stop at a shabby old Stuckeys took care of that.
They finally pulled into the airport a little after one in the afternoon.

With an hour or so to kill before Carl and Jenny's flight arrived they
made the rounds of the few airport shops. He bought the girls a puzzle
book and an overpriced ice cream cone each.

Jenny was first off the plane. She dropped her carry-on and swept her
two girls into a joyous, giggling embrace. Carl's greeting was no less
exuberant. The five of them clumped up and made their way to the parking
lot.

Carl was tired so Arron drove. The humming of the off-road tires on the
asphalt soon worked its magic on Jenny and the girls. All three were
asleep before Beckley vanished in the mirrors. Arron and Carl talked but
the latter was fatigued as well so conversation waned.

They had supper at a little place called 'The Wagon Inn'. Despite the
promising country d?cor the food was bad and the service worse. Carl
wasn't planning on leaving anything for their surly teenaged server but
Arron decided to give an object lesson if nothing else. He left a
quarter mashed into the middle of his inedible meatloaf.

A grocery and fuel stop were added to the detour then they back on the road.

They were in the woods before dark. Jenny wanted a try at driving the
truck so Arron took her place in the back seat and let her behind the
wheel. She accepted suggestion and good natured ribbing from both her
husband and brother-in-law, the ride was jarring and their were a few
missteps but they arrived intact,

That night the girls slept with their parents. This worried Arron a
little, if either girl let something slip then he was finished. This
proved groundless however as everyone was smiles the next morning.

After pancakes and bacon Carl and Arron were back to work. Carl was
running out of cracks so it was decided to gang up on the lumber
cutting. Carl fetched trees from camp and then assisted in getting them
onto the mill before going for another. In this manner they managed to
reduce the remaining un-sawed trees to four. They might have finished
but the heavy use had taken a toll on Arron's makeshift sawmill. Several
welds broke and required a lengthy stop to re-weld and reinforce.

It rained hard the next day, making any work out of the question.
Instead the brother's loaded up and drove down the mountain. They
reached the Forest station in good time despite the weather. The same
older woman that had given Arron his keys was on duty. She took one look
at them and smiled before retrieving a map from behind the window. "Bo
said he was sending y'all by to show you where that equipment you
weren't to bother was located." She plopped the brochure down and opened
it. Her finger tapped on a small area circled in blue ink. "It's just
past gate twenty-one. Just drive on by instead of turning. It's less
than a quarter of a mile."

They took the brochure and were leaving but she stopped them with an
upraised hand. "He told me to tell you something else." She frowned in
concentration for a moment then her face cleared, "Oh, yeah. He said
that old five-yard dump truck has leaky hydraulics. The bed'll ooze down
on you so don't trust it."

They drove back to camp. The remainder of the dismal day was spent in
tents or the dining fly.

It was still raining the next morning though the severity had decreased.
They held a debate at breakfast and it was decided to try to work. The
Ram was harnessed to a tree and they made their slow way to the house site.

Arron gathered some hefty sticks and, using a hatchet, sharpened them
into stakes. He trimmed these to length then pounded them into the
ground around the generator. When these had been adjusted to his liking
a plastic tarp was erected over them and fastened with twine and tie
warps. Only when he was satisfied at its soundness did he carefully pull
the wet tarp off the generator. The machine now sat under its own fly
and could be used.

He performed a similar but slightly more complex operation to protect
the mill's garage-door-opener feed. The saw's motor was an all weather
type so it was not a worry.

By the time these preparations were complete Carl had hauled in two more
trees. The two of them, wet to the bone, maneuvered the first of these
into place then Arron started cutting as Carl went for the last tree.

Despite the wet the work moved along. Before lunch the two men muscled
the last log into position and the mill began to whine again.

Jenny had managed to cook a hot meal with plenty of coffee. They wolfed
down this restorative then headed back. Two more cuts, and the mills
primary task was done. They stood back and sipped coffee as they
surveyed what had been accomplished. Several score trees had been ripped
into a substantial pile of rough sawn lumber. At least the piles of
planks looked impressive under their drapes of multicolored tarps. A
number of boards had already started to warp. This was not welcome but
was expected.

The rain tapered off and finally stopped about dusk. The lot of them
trooped to the spring to bathe and play. The woods were full of the
sounds of water dropping from laden branches.

On the previous two nights Arron had only fingered the girls off and
refused to let them service him at all. Worries about the past and
future crowded in on him. This night he relented and ate the two girls
to a pleasant cum apiece. They then ganged up to suck him off. Rachel
could still not get any more than the head in her tiny mouth but she
continually gagged herself trying to match her sister. Afterwards he
held the girls as they drifted off to sleep.

As they sipped coffee and wolfed down sausage and egg omelets they eyed
the morning sky. The low, slate gray clouds seemed to promise a return
of the rain but it was dry for now.

Once on site they held a quick debate then climbed the hill and stepped
out onto the old stone foundation. Using a tape they marked off drill
holes at eighteen inch increments and marked them with a dab of orange
spray paint. They then went to one of the lumber piles and pulled out
several wide, two inch thick planks. While Carl went to work with power
drill and masonry bit Arron fired up the mill and began to rip the
tree-width planks into 2x6's. Most were wide enough that he could get
three or four from each.

When he finally finished Carl was still drilling so he retrieved the
side-grinder from the truck and, after climbing up onto the foundation,
began to cut off flush the old rusty spike nails that had held the
original house in place. Several of these were loose so he simple pulled
them out and tossed them downstairs.

When Carl finished drilling they dropped long, self anchoring bolts into
the holes.

The planks were brought up individually and drilled and cut to length in
position. They were then dropped over the bolts and fastened down with a
ratchet. The work was slow but they still had the first three floor
joists in by lunch.

Jenny had worked wonders and in addition to hot stew their was
fresh-baked pie for lunch. She was getting better at cooking over an
open fire, especially the tricky art of baking.

The afternoon was spent securing more joists. They were just starting to
hit a sort of stride when the need to frame up the opening that would
allow stair access to the cellar broke that up. After discussion they
skipped a joist and laid down its next neighbor instead. This left a
thirty-four inch gap the width of the cellar. Short boards were cut and
then butted between these widely spaced joists before being fastened in
place with hefty wood screws. With the opening boxed in they then
installed the missing joist. The two boards were cut to drop onto the
bolts at the edge of the foundation. The other ends were tied into the
stair opening with the big wood screws.

Dusk came on with only two boards left to lay. Anxious to actually
finish they pressed on. It was possibly not the best of decisions. By
the time the last joist was down the dew had settled. They and their
tools were quite damp,

The rain finally returned just as they were trooping back from the
spring. They dashed the last hundred yards to the dining fly. After a
cold supper of sandwiches they dashed to their tents. Somehow sitting
around a drowned fire pit in a downpour seemed less than cozy so they
called it an early night.

They rain got harder till it was fairly thundering down. One advantage
of this was the absolute impossibility of sound carrying more than ten
feet. Taking advantage Arron and the girls stripped down and went at
each other with gusto. After several false starts he pulled the sleeping
bags together on the tent floor and organized a daisy chain. He put his
head between Rachel's thin thighs and feasted on her bald baby pussy and
round little ass. Rachel in turn had her pixie face buried in her older
sisters slick little twat. Lena closed the loop by sucking Arron's cock
with gusto. Arron hadn't shaved in several days and his stubbled face
scratched Rachel's soft, smooth thighs, this caused her to squeal and
scream but her sister's pussy was an effective muffler.

They achieved a kind of crude feedback loop. As Arron got closer to
cuming his mouth and lips worked harder on the three-year-old. This in
turn put Rachel to pleasuring her sister with even more enthusiasm.
Finally the increased stimulation made Lena work Arron's dick harder.
The result was that they all came within moments of each other. Lena
screamed around Arron's cock and squeezed Rachel's head between her
coltish thighs. The scream dissolved into gurgles as the cock in mouth
fired pulse after pulse of aromatic spunk down her throat.

Arron groaned in Rachel's lovely little pussy, setting that little baby
pussy to spasming in orgasm and causing its owner to shriek into her
sister's hot little twat.

Afterwards their was much kissing and stroking. Slowly the squirms and
giggles gave way to soft snores and silence. Arron slipped the girls
into their sleeping bags then lay a long time listening to the rain.

It was still raining when morning arrived. They breakfasted on bagels
and fruit. Then stood around and looked out at the water cascading off
the dining fly. The brother's helped with cleanup and stood around some
more but finally the inactivity got to them. They made the wet dash to
the truck then fired up and turned down the mountain.

The rain had turned gullies into small rivers and everywhere the red and
gray West Virginia clay was ice slick. Because of these hazards and the
low visibility they picked their way through the forest. It took two
hours to reach the Forest Service material yard. A gate with a chain and
lock provided some concern till Arron bailed out and found that the lock
had been pivoted into the closed position but the hasp had not been
clicked home. He twisted the lock open and wormed the chain free before
pushing the gate open. By the time he climbed back into the cab he was
soaked through.

Inside they found a clearing with a single, open sided shelter and
several piles of rock and gravel. The shelter had a half dozen empty
bays so they simply pulled inside.

Only three pieces of equipment rested here. A battered old Ford dump
truck of seventies vintage, a good sized Massey-Fergusen tractor of more
recent lineage and a three axle trailer that would fit behind the former
and carry the latter. The tractor had a loader bucket on the front and a
box blade on the back.

They looked around and Carl soon sited a gray metal box bolted to one of
the shelters creosote blackened shelters uprights. It had a lock but
pivoted open at a touch. Inside were only two keys. Arron took the
tractor keys then climbed aboard the machine. It fired right up. He
tried the bucket and box blade before shutting down again.

The dump truck looked pretty sad till you looked close and then it still
looked pretty sad but at least in a more rugged way. Galvanized had been
pop riveted over rusted out areas of the cab then painted to match,
however the tires were new or nearly so. He climbed up in the cab and
took the key Carl proffered. The old bastard fired as eagerly as the
tractor had and idled with a good strong rhythm. Arron climbed down and
the two of them popped the hood and hoisted it up. Fumes from an exhaust
leak rose up to gag them but the old Lima motor looked well maintained
with good hoses and a new battery. A series of stickers on the firewall
showed that the oil had been changed regularly.

He shut the truck down and then the two poked around some more. The
trailer was rusty and battered but had decent tires. It had a military
style ring hitch that matched a fitting on the back of the dump truck.
The lack of a license tag and the bent and quite empty tail light
housings demonstrated that it was not meant for road use.

At one end of the shelter they found two pipes sticking out of the
ground. Heavy concrete filled pipes sunk around them protected them from
carelessness. One was stenciled 'Gas', and the other 'Diesel'. Both were
capped and securely locked nor was their any sign of a pump. Clearly
fuel was not part of any unofficial agreement.

They held a brief conference before Arron re-fired the dump truck and
backed it out into the swampy yard. He drove it over and parked
alongside one of the gravel piles. The old shifter had so much slop that
gear selection was a matter of luck and conjecture.

He walked back to shelter despite the still pouring rain. He was already
soaked, more water couldn't do any further harm. He fired up the tractor
then trundled over and began to load the truck. The small bucket and the
fact that the rear wheel drive tractor would often spin and throw up
divots of sod rather than dig into the pile of rock as was intended
meant it took a while to load the truck.

When the gravel was finally mounded over the sides of the bed Arron
drove the truck back to the shelter. With Carl guiding him he backed
slowly up to trailer. Once in position it took both of them to lift the
heavy tongue up and drop it over the dump trucks ring. He pulled the
trailer out into the center of the yard then, after lowering the ramps,
climbed aboard the idling tractor and ran it up onto the trailer.

There were only two binders but at least there was a length of stout
pipe to use as a torque multiplier. Arron affixed them front and rear
and set them tight. The ramps were then raised and secured.

Carl led the way in the Ram and Arron followed with the heavily laden
dump truck. The machine bucked and surged and balked at anything asked
for quickly. The steering was manual with a wheel nearly three feet
across. There was enough slop to allow it to move six inches before
there was any corresponding action on the part of the front wheels. The
trailer had no brakes so it was constantly clanking and jerking at the
slack in the old fashioned ring hitch. The brakes were power and good so
he had no problem stopping even with the trailer.

They made decent time till they reached the ford. The water was up a
good foot and running fast. Carl led the way in the Ram and made it
without mishap. Once the pickup was clear Arron patted the old steering
wheel and eased out the clutch. At a walking pace the old truck hauled
its burden across the swollen creek without a complaint.

Carl wanted to try the dump so they switched mounts after both were back
on solid ground. Arron took the Ram and led the way while Carl took the
dump truck. There were a couple of false starts with Carl killing the
engine twice but they were soon on their way. Arron kept a good watch on
the mirrors but the old monster stayed behind him.

It was the final long hill that proved to be one hurdle too much. With
brown water coursing down the gully in its center Arron took the hill at
a run. He was concentrating on his own driving and was a way up before
he noticed his mirrors held nothing but trees and mud. He stopped and
backed down the hill to find his brother and the dump still near the
bottom. As he watched the old bastard made another run at it, slipping
and sliding it advanced about twenty feet before shuddering to a halt.

They held a conference and again switched mounts. To his chagrin Arron
could do no better than his sibling. The old dump simply didn't have the
traction to take the wet, steep slope. They pulled it off to the side
and abandoned it. Lunch was past due.

The reached camp to find that lunch was more sandwiches though there was
hot soup. Jenny insisted they change clothes even though both argued
they were simply going to get wet again. They may as well have argued
with a tree. An hour later, sated and dry they set out for where they
had left the dump truck. As predicted they were soon again soaked.

After pulling the tractor off the trailer they backed the latter into a
gap in the woods and dropped it. Arron then pulled the dump into the
rutted lane and dumped the entire load of gravel right in the middle of
the road.

He went to work on the tractor, taking shovels of rock and filling
gullies and washouts. Once he had a good patch he used the box blade to
grade it smooth. They didn't have a tamper or roller but repeated
applications of the Massey-Fergussen's big lugs and bucket served almost
as well. Carl pulled a shovel from the Ram and moved more rock with it
than might be expected.

Quickly the big pile of rock melted away. By three it was gone and
seventy feet of road was now not an embarrassment to the term. They
talked about retrieving another load but that would have meant returning
after dark. They decided against that though they did turn the truck
around, re-hitch the trailer and load the tractor.

Supper was homemade pot pie. It was hot and it was good. After eating
their fill they all trooped to the spring and whooped and played for
several hours despite the still falling rain.

The girls went to bed while the adults sat under the dining fly and
drank beer. When Arron finally decided to call it a night he found them
already asleep he tucked them in then lay listening to the rain till
sleep took him.

The rain stopped during the night but the next morning arrived cold and
still dank. Gray clouds still hung low overhead. They'd decided to work
on the house when they could so after breakfast they loaded up in the
Ram and drove over. It was by now mid March so they had nearly two weeks
before they had to worry about getting the Forest Service equipment back
to the yard.

The mill whined and more 2x6's emerged to start framing up the walls.
They decided to start with the south wall since it had no doors, nor
were any fireplaces planned along it. They lugged the lumber up the hill
and started framing it up on the ground. Several times they halted to
consult the plan on Arron's laptop for the location of windows but the
work still went quickly. The last nail was hammered in shortly before
lunch. The drove back to camp for hamburgers and grainy chocolate
pudding, the children's enthusiastic contribution, then went back to work.

Getting the wall in place proved to be more trouble than making it. The
green lumber was heavy, that made the wall heavy, more so since the
house was to have two stories and both had been framed together. First
they tried tying ropes to each end and hauling it up by muscle power
alone. This proved beyond them. Next the truck was maneuvered into
position and its Cummins muscle added to the task. The wall flexed
alarmingly forcing them to lower it again. Finally, temporary diagonal
stiffeners were nailed across the flimsy structure. This did the trick
and Carl carefully backed the truck as Arron directed with hand signals.
Drilling and countersinking the holes to drop the wall over the
protruding joist bolts proved to be as great a trial. With the wall
canted out at fifteen degrees and the Ram's brakes bearing the load they
marked and drilled, then marked and drilled again when some of the first
holes were off. Some actually required a third drilling while others had
to be reamed so wide that large flat washers were needed to avoid the
nut pulling clean through the floor plate. It was a tedious and
frustrating afternoon but as the sun vanished the first wall was in
place and bolted solid. The bracing boards that had supported the
structure during the lift were now pried off and used to brace it up.

They made their way back to camp and sat down to supper. Afterward they
made a brief spring romp then gathered around the fire, the first they
had enjoyed in two days. Jenny passed around coffee and hot chocolate.
The girls were soon flagging and were sent off to bed. Once they were
gone Jenny spoke up.

"You know Rachel's birthday is in three days. I'd like to surprise her
with a little party."

Carl and Arron stared at each other. Both had forgotten the child's
birthday. Carl spoke up first. "Well we could make a town run the day
after tomorrow, pick up a cake and stuff like that."

Arron nodded. "We need some other stuff anyway."

Jenny smiled, "Great! I'll make a list."

Arron retired a few minutes later. He found a naked Rachel face down on
his sleeping bag. She squeaked and squirmed as Lena tried to give her a
Sigmoid exam with her tongue. He joined the party by hauling down Lena's
panties and attacking her little twat and asshole. Using one hand he
managed to jerk down his shorts and briefs. Once his cock was free he
beat off as he serviced the six-year-old before him. Both children
shuddered through several orgasms before a groaning Arron leaned forward
and painted his load across Rachel's smooth little ass. Lena waited till
the last spurt had left his cock then licked and sucked her little
sister clean.

Breakfast was steaming oatmeal. Both men would have preferred something
involving eggs but Jenny was worried about cholesterol levels so it was
oatmeal. They ate two bowls apiece then made their way to the house
site. The logical thing to do would be to proceed with either the east
or west walls. Complicating those however was the fact that fireplaces
on both the first and second floors were planned for those walls. No
decision had as yet been made whether to purchase pre-made fireplace
inserts or to try to site build their own. If they were to use inserts
the dimensions would have to be known, if site built they could just
make something up that sounded good and proceed. They decided to punt
and frame up the north wall next.

In the spirit of 'smarter not harder' Arron cut the floor plate first
then they laid it out on the front face of the foundation. Drilling and
test fitting the mounting holes was much easier this way. They sawed and
hammered away the morning, framing up the windows and door when they
came to them. After lunch they went to work with muscle and truck. The
work went much faster than the previous day and the wall was up,
fastened and braced before the afternoon was very far along. The old
foundation looked rather silly with two opposite walls in place but that
was the way of it.

They decided to call it a day and headed back to camp. A round-robin
discussion soon started around the fire involving the next days trip. It
didn't take long before Jenny suggested that she and the children come
along. The girls were still cheering this news when Carl suggested they
use the early end to the workday to advantage and leave immediately.
They could stay in town again and maybe take in another movie. That
brought quick affirmatives from all involved and set off a mad scramble
to get cleaned up and pack overnight bags.

They pulled out a little after three. When they reached the looted dump
truck Arron hopped out and climbed up in it. He followed the Ram down
the mountain. Damned if he couldn't hear '100 bottles of beer on the
wall' over the growl of the old Lima.

When they reached the material yard Carl pulled the pickup under the now
empty shelter while Arron made a wide turn that left the dump truck
pointed toward the gate. The girls giggled and played while Arron and
Carl got the binders off and unloaded the tractor. Carl wanted to try
the latter so Arron stood by while Carl fumbled with the machines
controls. With a few pointers he caught on quickly and soon the old dump
was again groaning under a load of gravel. Carl ran the tractor back
onto the trailer then helped Arron chain it down. All then piled into
the Ram for the trip into town.

They arrived in Avery in time for supper at a newly opened premium
steakhouse. The food was good even if they did have to wait twenty
minutes for a table. They checked in to a Holiday Inn on the south side
of town. Unlike their previous motel their was no Jacuzzi. There was a
small indoor heated pool however. It was a novelty for the girls to have
water that was over their heads and there were several sputtering near
drownings. Neither child was an accomplished swimmer.

They dried off and showered in time to catch the late show at the drive
in. It was an inane action flick with bad writing, bad acting and bad
editing but lots of stuff exploded and there were several gun battle/car
chase scenes so the men liked it all right.

Arron was paired off with the girls with Jenny and Carl's room across
the hall. This presented play possibilities but the romp in the pool had
exhausted the children and the movie had finished them off. Both were
carried to bed.

After a rib-sticking Denny's breakfast Carl and Arron dropped Jenny and
the kids at a mall then went shopping themselves. An industrial supply
warehouse yielded up two new 55 gallon drums and a long shaft, manual
pump. At the gas supply house these were respectively filled with
gasoline and diesel and the Ram topped off as well.

At the home center the men looked at the drop in fireplace's and took
some literature. Over a dozen models were available but only two were in
stock. They looked the display models over and both agreed they were
small, too small.

They left and on a whim dropped by the local public library. A check of
the computerized catalogue revealed over a score of books on fireplaces.
Everything from scratch building to restoration was covered. Arron
pulled a couple of books on the former and leafed through them. The
first was nearly useless but the second was priceless with formula's,
diagrams and practical tips.

It took nearly an hour to fill out of the forms needed to get a library
card. Arron griped about not requiring access to a nuclear missile silo
but the middle aged black librarian, formidable in tethered half glasses
and lab coat merely stared with faint hostility. A sense of humor was
apparently not standard issue.

Book in hand it was time to meet the ladies for lunch. They chose a
cafeteria with a sports bar style d?cor and stuffed themselves on
simple, good food.

Arron and Carl took the girls after lunch to allow Jenny to buy the
supplies for Rachel's surprise party. They drug them back to the home
center where Arron purchased a dozen bags of pre-sanded mortar. There
was a stone masons tool kit on closeout so he grabbed that as well.

They met Jenny at the grocers and loaded her purchases into the coolers
then turned south. It was mid-afternoon before they re-entered the
forest and dusk before Carl dropped Arron off to pick up the reloaded
dump truck.

As he swung the unwieldy machine into the gathering gloom behind the Ram
Arron discovered another facet of its clunky charm. The old bastard
didn't have a single working light. A stop was made but no amount of
wire chasing or fender pounding could coax the headlights to life. They
resumed their trek with Arron tucked close in behind the Ram. After
several jarring near-mishaps they held another conference and developed
a system whereby Carl would signal with his horn whenever a particularly
bad stretch was coming up. Arron would stop and let the pickup get
across. Once over the bad stretch Carl would put the Ram in reverse and
illuminate the rough traverse with his backup lights. It was imperfect
and the dazzle of the lights hid as much as their light revealed but it
was better than nothing.

It was late when Arron abandoned the old dump truck just above their
repaired section and piled into the Ram. The girls were long asleep.

Rachel's birthday dawned clear and chilly. The child seemed to have
forgotten the significance of the day completely and ran amok with her
sibling while the adults breakfasted. As planned Carl invited Rachel to
join them at the work site, claiming she could help. The newly four year
old swelled up with importance and shot her sister a triumphant grin
before running to the tent to get dressed. Jenny had already briefed
Lena so the six year old just grinned at her sister's back.

Once on site they puttered around for a while with play work then made
up an excuse to drive back to camp.

Rachel was playing in the backseat so she didn't look up till they were
nearly back. When she did she gasped and her normally sunny face lit up
like a beacon.

Jenny and Lena had done wonders. Several score helium balloons floated
above the camp, tethered to whatever would hold them. A huge banner
stretched thirty feet between trees and proclaimed 'Happy Birthday
Rachel.' The sides of the dining fly had been rolled up and the table
cleared of its general clutter. An elaborately decorated little cake
held place of honor. Four candles protruded from its surface.

They day was spent in romp and play. After the singing and cake Rachel
was given her presents. From her parents she received new pajama's and
slippers. Lena proudly stepped forward and presented her sibling with a
gaily wrapped box that proved to hold a Viewmaster with a number of
disks. This surprised Arron. He watched as the child clicked merrily
away. He hadn't even been aware that toy of his youth was still in
production.

When it was his turn Arron slipped away and retrieved two items from the
Taurus. He came back and laid a brightly colored envelope and a foil
wrapped box on the table side by side. It didn't take long for Rachel to
notice and she was soon standing beside him. As everyone watched Arron
picked up the envelope.

"I actually picked two presents for you honey, but you can only pick one
of them. I'm not going to tell you what is in the box but I'm going to
let you open this one before you make your choice." He handed the
perplexed child the envelope.

She stared at it for a moment then at her uncle. The look of
consternation still on her features. Finally she returned her gaze to
the envelope and nervously tore it open. Inside was a single narrow
strip of paper. She stared at it a moment before handing it to her
mother. "What is it mommy?"

Jenny examined the check for a moment then met Arron's gaze before
turning to kneel before her daughter. "It's a check for $100.00 baby in
your name. It's written to a group of people who feed hungry children."

"Hungry children?", Rachel's nose wrinkled in incomprehension.

"Yes baby, not all people in the world have enough to eat. Children
right here in this country go hungry every day because their parents
can't afford food."

"So if I pick that those children will get fed?"

"Some of them will."

Rachel looked at her mother then at Arron before turning to stare at the
mystery box with longing. Finally she threw her arms around her mother
and buried her face in her chest. "I take that. I don't want no hungry
children." She seemed on the verge of tears.

Jenny rocked her daughter. Her eyes locked with Arron's over that little
dark head and she mouthed 'thank you' at him.

Arron let the mother/daughter embrace continue for a long moment then
took up the box and cleared his throat. "I seem to have lost the receipt
for this so you may as well have it too."

'It' turned out to be a pair of small but fairly powerful binoculars.
Wrapping paper then cardboard flew as Rachel disemboweled the packaging.
She was gleefully staring at the nearest tree though them when she
suddenly stopped and lowered them. With a flash of inspiration unusual
for one so young she spun on her uncle. "You meaned to give them both to
me didn't you?"

Arron smiled, "Yes honey I meant to give both to you."

She stamped one little foot, "Then why make me choose?"

Arron dropped to his knees to bring his gaze level with hers. "Because I
wanted to teach you something. I wanted to teach you to think of others
before yourself."

She digested that for a long moment then threw herself at her uncle.
Jenny and Carl beamed as niece and uncle embraced.

They went to the spring and splashed till all were wrinkly and worn out.
Jenny sprung her last surprise after they came back. Among her purchases
was an ice cream freezer. Given their lack of electricity she had chosen
a hand crank model. Carl and Arron took turns on the machine till their
arms ached and throbbed. The girl's enjoyed the result immensely however.

That night Arron and the girls enjoyed a little carnal fun with a
determined Rachel repeatedly choking herself on Arron's prick. She still
couldn't take as much as her sister but the attempts sure were fun from
Arron's viewpoint. After he'd painted her tonsils he treated her to a
full body tongue bath that left her relaxed and giggly. He and Lena then
ganged up to service both ends, their tongues nearly meeting. The
four-year-old experience a pillow muffled, shrieking cum that left her
plummeting into the land of nod.

After tucking the birthday girl in Arron and Lena fought another round
with lips and tongue that left both participants relaxed and sated.

The next day was warm and sunny. Arron and Carl were on site early.
Arron started sawing more planks and almost immediately broke the mill.
The repair welding took an hour and then they were back at it.

Now that they had decided to build their own fireplaces it was the turn
of the east wall. This would actually be two walls. Since they wanted
the weight of the fireplaces and chimney to sit atop the foundation they
would simply leave a gap and frame up each side of it. The kicked around
dimensions before finally settling on 48 inches as the width for the
fireplaces. It was a little wide by contemporary standards but what the
hell.

They framed both pieces up on the ground as before then used truck and
muscle to hoist them up and bolt them in place. They then used nails and
diagonal braces to tie each section into the north and south walls
respectively. They also used scrap lumber to temporarily tie the
separate sections together. Both would be eventually bolted into the
solid stone of the chimneys, the scrap braces strengthened them a little
in the meantime.

That night they had a long spring romp. Carl and Jenny departed early
with eyes only for each other. They were hardly out of sight before the
girl's were out of their bathing suits. Arron enjoyed a leisurely whack
off as the two vixens ate each other to oblivion. Lena recovered just in
time to slip her lips over the head of his prick. She stared into his
eyes as she drank his cum.

The next day was cloudy and the temperature again dropped but there was
no rain. Pushing ahead they started in on the remaining wall. Like the
previous days work this would actually be two walls. The work went
quickly with the air filled with the rap of hammers and the whine of the
saw. They had the framing finished before eleven but then problems
arose. Though it was still dry the wind had built through the morning.
It was now gusting to thirty or so mph. Twice they tried to raise the
first section only to see it nearly blown over the edge and dashed to
pieces both times. Reluctantly they decided to abandon it for the day.

They had stir-fry with a faint Mexican flavor for lunch then set out to
do road work. Arron dumped the fresh load of gravel just above their
previous stopping point then watched as Carl went to work with the
tractor. Convinced that his sibling had the hang of it he fired up the
Ram and drove several miles down the road to where a tiny watercourse
paralleled the road. Careful not to denude any one location he began the
arduous job of lugging flat rocks up the bank and heaving them into the
bed of the pickup.

He had the area behind the fuel barrels perhaps half full when he
realized he could no longer hear the distant snarl of the tractor. He
rested a long moment then climbed up in the cab. If Carl was done he
could damn well help hump rocks.

When he pulled into view of the repair area fully half of the rock pile
remained. Puzzled he threw the truck into park and climbed out. He was
wondering if perhaps Carl had driven back to camp for something when he
noticed a patch of grass on one side of the road torn out to the clay
base. Several overhanging branches hung freshly splintered as well. He
took two steps forward before he noticed the horizontal tractor lug
peering over the verge like a thick table.

In a panic Arron scrambled down the slope. The tractor was on its side
at the bottom of the weed choked ditch. Carl lay underneath it, jammed
between the transmission and the rocky soil. Fearfully Arron checked for
a pulse. He breathed a deep sigh of relief when he found one. A more
thorough survey revealed that Carl was not tightly wedged beneath the
transmission. The front and rear tires were holding the machine off the
ground and creating a gap beneath it. Carl was held snugly but he was
not being crushed. The floorboard was another matter. It was shoved hard
into Carl's hip and was pressing him into the ground. Arron vaulted out
of the ditch and sprinted to the truck. He was back with a shovel in
under a minute. It took ten minutes of careful work to free Carl from
his iron prison. Once he'd drug his sibling free Arron tried to revive
Carl to no avail. He gave up after a minute or so and taking a grip
under Carl's armpits staggered up the slope backwards, dragging his
brother behind him.

Once he had Carl in the truck Arron faced another dilemma. To drive back
to camp and inform Jenny would take precious time that Carl might well
need. To not do so would certainly subject the woman and the girl's to a
night of terrible anxiety. Worse, Jenny might come looking for them and
come to harm in the process.

He was still feverishly kicking around the alternatives when he
remembered the radio. They hadn't really used the little units much
since they were purchased but Arron had dutifully kept the batteries
charged. One of them was on the dashboard of the truck. Arron grabbed
it, hoping against hope that its partner back at camp was on.

"Jenny, this is Arron. Can you here me. Jenny answer if you can here me!"

He released the button and wiped the sweat from his brow. It was still
quite cool but he was dripping. The sweat had the sour smell of fear. He
clicked the button again. "Jenny pick up, it's important. Jenny please
pick up the radio."

Twice more he called. Swearing, he was about to toss the radio on to the
dash of the truck when a giggly voice came through loud and clear.

"Mom's busy uncle Arron but I'll chat with you."

"Lena I don't have time to chat. Get your mother now!"

Something of his tone penetrated because the answer was a terse, "Ok!"

A minute passed then Jenny came on the radio, "Arron what is it?"

"There's been an accident Jenny. The tractor rolled over on Carl. I've
got him in the truck and he's breathing. I'm going to head down the
mountain with him. I need you to get on a cell phone and call 911. Have
an ambulance meet me at the blacktop."

Expecting all manner of blubbering he released the button.

The only answer was a worried, "Roger. Be careful." He could hear the
children beginning to wail in the background before she stopped
transmitting.

He drove as quickly as he could without going airborne. He slowed on the
truly bad patches to ease the pounding on his injured brother. Behind
them the load of rock slithered and rumbled as they slid around the bed.

He tore across the ford in a sheet of spray and picked up speed on the
far side. Beside him Carl groaned and mumbled but did not wake up.
Tree's blurred into a green carpet as the Ram thundered down the narrow
dirt lanes. Dirt and gravel flew as he slid through the corners.

Arron was focusing half of his attention on his driving and half on the
condition of his brother. Carl was showing more animation, but still had
not awakened. On occasion he'd mumble something that almost sounded
intelligible. It was after a particularly loud outburst that Arron drug
his eyes back to the road just in time to stand on the brakes.
Shuddering and shedding dirt and rubber the truck protested its way to a
halt. When the dust settled exactly eleven inches separated the grill of
Bobby Weavers Forest Service truck and the macho proboscis of the Ram.

The two drivers stared at each other for a moment, both pale from how
close they'd come to a backwoods head-on collision. The Ranger then
threw his truck in reverse and cranked the wheel hard. Scattering brush
and low lying branches the Rangers truck buried its bed in the heavy
growth along the roads verge before taking off the way it came,
fishtailing as it spewed gravel from both rear tires. The yellow light
on top rotated in warning. Who the hell was supposed to see it was a
matter of conjecture.

Arron took off in the wake of the Ranger, grateful for the escort even
if the need was doubtful. He stole a glance at his brother. The belts
had kept Carl out of the dash during the panic stop but he had
submarined slightly, slipping lower in the seat. With one hand Arron
tugged him to a more upright position.

When the dusty Forest Service truck bypassed the turnoff that led to the
blacktop Arron slowed and almost abandoned the Ranger. The debate raged
a scant second then he was accelerating to close the gap. They went on
for a few hundred yards then brake lights flared in the dust ahead.
Ranger Weaver turned into the material yard, Arron slowed and followed.
In the big open space an air ambulance sat with its clamshell rear doors
open and the rotors turning. Two white coated paramedics were rushing
his way with a stretcher before the pickup halted.

The man and woman were professionals. Before Arron could unbuckle and
climb out they had Carl out of the truck and on the stretcher. Bobby
Weaver had come up to join him and as the two watched the stretcher was
raised and slid into the chopper. The female paramedic followed. The
male rushed up to Arron with a clipboard and fired off a series of
questions. He answered the best that he could then the man was gone. A
moment later the helicopter lifted off with a rising shriek, dust and
bits of grass pelted the watchers as it pivoted and, nose down, headed
north.

After the chopper had vanished beyond the trees Bobby Weaver turned to
Arron. "What happened?" It was a simple, no nonsense question.

Arron shook his head. "I don't know. He was spreading rock. I headed
down the road to do some other stuff. When I came back maybe 45
minutes-an hour later he was in the ditch with the tractor on top of him."

"He an experienced tractor operator?"

"No, I don't think he'd been near a tractor before a few days ago. This
was only his second time on it."

"And you left him!" The burly Ranger bristled.

Arron looked down at the ground and felt more miserable, "He seemed to
have the hang of it."

The Ranger, seeing Arron's obvious contrition, deflated. He sighed then
clapped Arron on the shoulder. "Hell, we're all adults here and
accidents happen." He motioned to where the Ram sat with the drivers
door still open, it's idiot alarm going 'ding-dong,ding-dong' in protest
over the key being left in the ignition. "You going into Avery to see
how he's doing?"

Arron jerked a nod. "Yeah, I need to let his wife and kids know something."

The two men shook hands then Arron climbed into the Ram and pulled out
of the yard.

He drove on autopilot, arriving in Avery shortly after four. He was
going to stop and ask where they hospital was when his eye fell on one
of the familiar blue emergency signs. He followed it and a trail of
others to a small but modern facility set back in a grove of pines.
There was a helicopter pad out front but no sign of the air ambulance
that had carried Carl. Arron assumed the units were in demand in this
rugged area. Doubtless it was already off on another errand of mercy. Of
course it might not seem like mercy when the bill arrived.

Arron inquired at the Emergency desk. A pretty girl with a nervous smile
and not a clue as to what she was doing fumbled with the computer for a
moment before calling another one over. This one, middle aged but hard
bodied, made a spare dozen keystrokes before meeting Arron's gaze.

"Carl Winters is out of the emergency room but he's in ICU. Doctor
Berringer can tell you about his condition. If you'll have a seat I'll
page him."

Arron took a seat in the nearly empty waiting room. A half dozen people
sat around in various stages of animation. About half were children with
an assortment of aches and booboos. The balance were parents of children
with aches and booboos. He'd barely started on the financial form
clueless brought him when he heard a deep baritone voice.

"Mr. Winters."

Doctor Berringer was 30ish, black, and had the fit look of someone who
worked out regularly. Arron stood and took the proffered hand.

"First off let me say your brother is going to be fine. We did a
CAT-scan. He has a very minor concussion but nothing to worry about.
There was some bruising of the internal organs and two ribs were
cracked. Again, all of that is fully recoverable." The doctor led the
way as the two of them pushed through a set of swinging doors and down a
hallway.

"If it wasn't for the bruising we'd let him go tomorrow. As it is I'd
like to keep him in ICU for at least several days. Bruised organs have
been known to start bleeding with little warning and there's no reason
to take a risk."

They stopped at a four-way intersection. A different Intensive Care room
lay at each corner with a monitoring station like an island in the
middle. A large, wire reinforced window showed Carl lying on a bed.
Various monitoring instruments were hooked to him and an IV dripped
fluid into one arm.

"He wouldn't wake up," Arron said.

The doctor nodded. "Probably the concussion. I understand he woke up on
the helicopter. We have him sedated right now. It'll be at least four
hours before you can talk to him."

Arron thanked the doctor and began looking for a phone. Anxious to duck
clueless and her forms he made his way to the admittance desk. There was
a bank of phones near the door.

With the money in the phone and his finger poised over the keypad Arron
realized that he did not know Carl's cell phone number. He stood
stupidly for a moment then began to dial his own. The phone was in his
tent, maybe it would raise enough racket to be heard.

He'd dialed the last digit and was listening to the clicking of the
exchange when he remembered that he left his phone off to conserve the
battery. He was about to hang up when it began to ring.

Jenny answered before the first trill had fairly begun, she must have
gathered up both phones and kept a vigil on them.

"Hello, Arron? Is that you?"

"Yes Jenny, its me---"

She cut him off, "How is he?" There was no desperation in her voice but
from the tone she wasn't that far from it.

"He's beat up a little but he's going to be fine." He went on to relay
the doctors prognosis. As he spoke he could almost hear the tension flow
out of the woman in the forest.

He concluded with, "I'm going to stay until he wakes up at least. After
I talk to him I'll probably come on back."

After hanging up he ducked out the door. There was a Wendys across the
street.

A nurses aide was walking Carl back from the toilet when Arron finally
got in to see his brother. He helped the stocky woman ease the groggy
man back into bed then stood back and grinned. "You don't drive worth a
shit."

Carl sleepily returned the grin. "Man I don't have any idea what
happened." He wiped a tubing and wire laden arm over his brow. The aide
frowned as the movement disrupted her efforts to hook him back into the
monitors. Carl continued, "Everything was going fine. Hell I was having
fun. Then bang, all of a sudden the sky starts to tilt." He shook his
head then winced as the movement incited protests from his abused body.
"Next thing I know I'm in a helicopter with a sadist trying to stick a
needle in my arm."

Arron nodded. "I came back and found the tractor in the ditch and you
under it. Kind'a scared be bro. I don't have enough brothers to just
toss one away."

Carl managed to grin and look contrite at the same time. "Sorry, did I
booger up the tractor much?"

"I didn't notice."

"What the hell are we going to tell the Forest Service."

"They already know. I guess the 911 people called them."

Carl nodded. He sank back into the bed. His eyes were drooping again.
Arron waited till he was asleep then gave him a gentle squeeze on the
shoulder and slipped out of the room.

It was dawn when the Ram began climbing the final hill toward camp. The
heater was off and both windows open to the 40 something chill in an
effort to keep the fatigued driver awake. Tired as he was the small
gathering of yellow rotating beacons was hard to ignore.

He eased the pickup to a stop alongside where Bobby Weaver stood. Beyond
them a big boom truck was easing the stranded tractor from the ditch.
Several other Forest Service vehicles sat about but no one else seemed
to be doing anything useful.

He watched the activity for a moment then turned to the Ranger. "Don't
you ever sleep?"

The Ranger grinned and shot a stream of tobacco juice into the ditch.
"I'll catch up when I'm an old fart. How is he?"

"Banged up. He's going to be fine though."

"That's good."

"They want to keep him in Intensive Care for several days. The doctor
said there's no reason to take chances."

"Hah! That means they discovered he has gooooood insurance."

They shared a laugh at that.

Bone weary, Arron begged off further conversation and urged the truck on
up the hill. The camp glistened under a layer of dew. Nothing moved. He
made his way to his tent. It didn't surprise him to find it empty.
Pausing only to pull off his boots he crawled into his sleeping bad and
surrendered to oblivion.

He was awoken around noon by Jenny calling his name. From the strident
tone of her voice his sleepy brain surmised she'd been trying for some
time. He struggled from his bag and crawled to the door of the tent. He
unzipped it just enough to stick his head out.

Jenny was dressed in slacks and blouse. Hardly normal camp attire. A
purse dangled from one are. "I'm going into Avery to see Carl. Can you
watch the girls?"

Tired brain tried to shift, gears whined in protest and smoke rose from
somewhere. Arron stared stupidly at Jenny. Tired brain clutched and
tried again. Gears protested but finally meshed with a jerk. Arron
stared stupidly at Jenny and blinked.

"Arron do you hear me!"

Tired brain picked another hear and tried again. Protesting, machinery
began to turn. Arron mopped his face with one hand. "Sure Jenny I can
watch the kids, no problem," he croaked. "That road is pretty rough
though and you don't have very much experience driving the truck."

"I can handle it."

"Are you sure?"

She had been nervously wringing her hands now she dropped them to her
sides and pulled herself up another inch. The look she gave him could
have pitted stainless. "Arron Winters do you think I'm fragile or
incompetent?"

He remembered her up in the branches of fallen pines lopping limbs like
a beaver. "No Jenny I don't think your either fragile or incompetent."

"Good."

They stared at each other for a long moment and then Jenny said, "Well?"

He'd missed something. Brain was not sure what. "Well what?"

She sighed, "The keys."

"Oh yeah." He fumbled in his pockets then handed across the keys to the
truck. He still had misgivings about her going but before he could
fumble up any more arguments she had said bye to the girls and walked
off. He heard the Ram clank to life and then move off. The sound was
gone in less than a minute.

Cursing, he pulled his boots on and staggered from the tent. The girl's
were sprawled on a blanket in front of their parents tent. They had
their crayons out and were each working on opposite pages of the same
coloring book.

He stumbled to the fire pit. A blackened coffee pot still held some of
the morning brew. He poured what was left into a chipped mug and settled
down to baby sit.

Baby sit was exactly what he did. Worry over their father left neither
child in a mood for anything more. That was good because Arron's guilt
was back and nagging at him hard. He fixed a simple, early supper that
all munched through with little enthusiasm. Afterwards they gathered
towels and toiletries and trooped down to the spring. They washed then
splashed a little but no one's heart was really in it so they trudged
back to camp.

The girls made no real objection to calling it an early night so at dusk
they all crawled into Arron's tent. They girl's might have remained
awake for a while but if so Arron knew nothing about it.

The next morning he made pancakes from a mix and fried some sausage
links to go with it. After breakfast he gathered up the girls and they
wondered down to where the tractor had been.

To his surprise it was still there, though upright now. The dump truck
remained as well, still parked where he had left it. He had half
expected the Forest Service to take their equipment back and rescind
their unofficial use agreement after the accident. He wondered over and
examined the machine. Dirt and clumps of grass clung here and there
where it had lain in the ditch but there seemed little damage. Closer
examination revealed a crushed and punctured oil filter and a crumpled
fender. The engine cover had also been bent. He examined the shovel and
box blade but both of these seemed to have come through with no harm.

A rolled down paper sack sat on the drivers seat. He opened it. Inside
were a new oil filter and a spray can of forest green paint. That was
plain, you broke it, you fix it.

He wondered over to the ditch. He was puzzled at first by a large area
that had been dug out with shovels, much larger than the small
excavation he'd made freeing Arron. He was still scratching his head
when the faint stink of diesel fuel wafted under his nose. The
overturned tractor had leaked fuel and the contamination had been dug
out. Arron remembered back to his youth when old motor oil had been
routinely sprayed onto dirt roads to keep the dust down, times change.

He went back to the tractor. He had no tools but on impulse tried the
mangled filter. It held fast a moment then began to slowly turn in his
hand. Resistance dropped till he could spin it off. He lubed the gasket
on the new filter with some of the oil still leaking from the old one
and spun it down tight. A few tugs on the crumpled fender yielded no
results but a little prying with a fallen branch managed to get it far
enough out of the tire to allow the tractor to be driven. He checked the
oil and fuel. There was still plenty of the former but the fuel was only
a faint glimmer at the bottom of the tank. Still, it wouldn't require
much to reach camp.

He boosted the girls onto either fender and fired the machine up. It
protested and clanked brutally for a moment till the oil filter filled
then settled down to only the normal amount of fuss. He selected second
gear and high range and they were off. The girls giggled at the novel
experience for the entire ride back to camp. If it occurred to either of
them that this was the machine that had injured their father it didn't show.

Back at camp Arron used a hammer to beat out the fender and engine
cover. Once he was satisfied he applied several coats of paint to the
repairs. He also noticed that the battery had leaked some while the
machine had been on its side. He washed the acid residue off then topped
the battery with spring water. A coat of forest green on the areas
damaged by the acid rounded out the work.

The wondered over to look at the house and then back to camp for a lunch
of sandwiches and chips. They were just clearing away the debris when
the Ram clanked up the hill and pulled to a stop.

Jenny was ecstatic. Carl was indeed alright and already pining to leave
his bed. The doctors wanted to keep him at least another few days
however and she had convinced him to stay. Her glowing optimism spread
quickly to the girls, dispelling the last of their gloom. Soon they were
racing and ripping through camp, once again a hazard to all and sundry.

Arron pulled the Ram up alongside the tractor and used the hand pump to
top off its tank. He then drove out to the house site and tossed off the
half load of rock he'd collected for the fireplaces. Those rocks had
been to Avery twice now and he thought that quite enough travel.

Once back at camp he grabbed a cold beer then took the tractor back down
the hill. The half-spread pile of gravel still waited though a number of
tire tracks now decorated the verges. Using the loader and box blade he
made short work out of packing it into the washes and gullies and
spreading it smooth. He considered going for another load but the
afternoon was wearing on and coming back after dark in a dump truck with
no lights was not his idea of a good time.

They had a supper of stew and hot muffins with brownies for desert. As
the girls were licking chocolate from their fingers Jenny announced that
she would be going back into Avery tomorrow. Arron wisely said nothing.

They had a long spring romp, much longer than usual, first Rachel then
Lena turned sleepy and grumpy. They were bundled up and sent up the
hill. As Arron was pulling on his own robe Jenny approached. Her wrap
gaped as she moved exposing a smooth thigh almost to her waist. The
garment closed a second later hiding that treasure. He'd seen much more
of her just minutes before in the spring but somehow this game of
peek-a-boo got his hormones churning the way simple bare flesh did not.

She reached out and placed a slender hand on his arm and smiled at him.
"I wanted to thank you for watching the girls. You've been very good to
me and Carl and I wanted you to know how much we appreciate it, how much
I appreciate it."

She took a half step closer, close enough that Arron could feel the heat
from her body. Her fingers squeezed his arm before sliding slowly up to
his shoulder. "You've worked so hard, so very, very hard." Her voice had
dropped till it was a husky whisper. In the dim light her eyes twinkled
like luminous stars.

Warning sirens went off in Arron's head and he backed a step, breaking
the contact, "Jenny I-"

She stepped closer again and smiled, "Arron-"

He backed another step, nearly tripping over a root. "I'm pretty bushed.
I think I'll call it a night", he blurted. Turning, he fled the spring.
Branches whipped at him as her hurriedly made his way through the woods
toward camp. Shit, he knew he was thick headed some times but he wasn't
that fucking thick headed. His own sister-in-law had just tried to
seduce him, fuck! By the time he reached camp his pulse was returning to
normal and a little of his own hypocrisy was rising up to taunt him.
'You'll fuck around with your brother's daughters but not his wife.
Fucking tower of virtue you are'. He made his way to his empty tent and
lay awake a long time.

Jenny was distant and terse the next day. She slammed pots and pans as
she prepared a quick breakfast. The girls seemed oblivious but the
tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. The two adults had
exchanged less than a dozen words before Jenny climbed into the Ram and
headed back into Avery. Troubled, Arron watched her drive off. He shook
his head as the truck vanished, 'Hell hath no fury'.

The girls were not troubled at all. On the contrary the assurance that
daddy was going to be fine had fully restored their impetuous
playfulness, in all regards. The clatter of the Ram's Cummins engine was
still echoing through the trees when they started to strip. Rachel was
naked first. She stepped up to where Arron sat on a log and pushed her
bald little twat right into his face. When he didn't respond fast enough
to that stimulus she started to hunch his nose. In the meantime, Lena
had squatted down and unzipped his pants. In seconds her experienced
fingers had slipped his cock from his pants. He groaned into Rachel's
soft flesh as the hot, wet ring of the six-year-old's mouth slid over
his cock.

He was only flesh, slowly his hands came up to caress and knead the
four-year-old's soft, smooth, little buttocks as his tongue slid out to
tickle the wet, smoothness of her baby pussy. As Lena's head began to
bounce he pried open the delicious little cunt and began to probe the
gooey interior. Lena's blond locks flew as she picked up the pace.
Little choking sounds slipped out as her uncles dick hit the back of her
throat on each down stroke.

Rachel was quivering and moaning but still had not cum when Arron's cock
blew a load of hot spunk down her sisters sucking throat. Lena rode the
flood, swallowing each pulse as it filled her mouth. When the flow
finally stopped she let her uncles softening prick slip from her mouth
then rocked back on her heels and licked the few stray drops from her lips.

She rested only a moment before leaning forward and shoving her face
between Rachel's soft, four-year-old cheeks. Rachel squealed as her
elder sisters tongue circled her little anus then forced its way inside.
Molested at both ends, the tiny child was soon rocketing to an explosive
orgasm that jolted through her small body and left her twitching as if
she'd just grabbed a 220 volt line.

He eased her to the ground then shoved Lena onto her back. She squeaked
as he lifted her legs then pushed her ankles back to her thin shoulders,
exposing her little twat and ass. He attacked both like a famished man
at a banquet. Soon the child was squealing as he repeatedly sucked and
probed her tight little cunt and butt. As her squeals grew closer
together he lifted her off the ground and draped her thin legs over his
shoulders. Tilting her pelvis up, he pushed between those soft, smooth
cheeks and drove his tongue deep into her six-year-old butt. Her ass
sucked at his tongue as he drove it in and out. He slid his hands up her
flanks. One went on to gently stroke her stomach and ribs while the
other detoured to her tiny twat and began to fuck in and out.

Lena's screams had been growing louder but abruptly they quieted and
took on a muffled tone. Keeping his face between Lena's cheeks, Arron
looked up to discover that Rachel had recovered, more than recovered the
little witch wanted more and had mounted her sister's face to get it. He
watched the flesh of her smooth back tense and relax as she rode her
older siblings tongue. He continued to eat bald twat but freed a hand to
reach down and began whacking his dick. He watched Rachel to gage her
how close she was to cuming then varied the strokes of his own hand and
tongue to try and bring them all off together. He almost made it. The
two children went one-two. The site of then writhing in ecstasy drove
him over the edge. With a roar he dropped Lena's legs to the ground and
stood. Whacking furiously he sprayed the two little girls with smelly cum.

The three of them finally trudged out to the house site. Both children
were naked. Arron did have the presence of mind to insist they at least
bring clothes with them. It wouldn't do at all for Jenny to return and
find both her daughters naked. That would take more than a bit of
explaining.

He found more make work for the girls then climbed up to examine the job
site. Both parts of the west wall were still on the ground and that's
where they were going to stay. Arron couldn't possibly erect them alone.
After a moment he wondered over to the east wall. The gap where the
fireplace and chimney would be caught his eye. He did have a half load
of rock. He carefully stepped out onto the bare floor joists and pigeon
walked over to the opening. Once there he squatted and thought. The
solid stone of the old foundation would bear the majority of the weight
but some portion of the heavy stonework, the hearth in particular, was
going to rest on the wood of the floor. That seemed to call for
reinforcement.

Decision made, he climbed down. He did a quick check and found the girls
playing a short distance away, work forgotten. He grinned and started
digging through the odds and ends of sawn planks that were piled around
the saw. Once he'd made his selections he fired up the mill and went to
work. He made a mental note to pick up a circular saw on the next trip
into Avery. They had a lot of cutting ahead of them and no matter how
proud he was of his home built mill he'd be the first to admit it wasn't
very handy for the lighter work.

It took several hours with hammer and drill with frequent stops to check
on the status of his 'helpers' but finally Arron had the wood prepared
to his satisfaction. The three joists that would bear the load now had
diagonal braces firmly nailed to their bottoms. These were in turn
bolted solid into the walls a few feet down. The latter had been tricky
balanced on a ladder fifteen feet above the basement floor but he'd
managed. Finally he'd actually ripped some one inch planks and laid a
small portion of floor, about the footprint of one oversized fireplace.

He gathered up the girls and they trudged back to camp. Arron was no
culinary genius so he kept it simple. Peanut butter and jelly on white
actually made a fairly palatable lunch, at least the girls didn't
complain. The protests came when he would have ushered them all back to
the house side so he could get back to work. The children were of a mind
that lunch wasn't complete without a desert course, and the pastries
they had in mind were fat pervert dick and bald baby twat. He didn't
require much convincing and so another half hour slipped by while they
daisy chained on a thick blanket beside the fire.

Once all had recovered Arron gathered up the masonry kit he'd purchased
and the book he'd borrowed and herded his charges back out to the house
site. He'd already read through most of the book once but browsed it
again before setting to work.

One of the problems was cement, portland cement had lime in it, lot's of
lime. Lime did not like heat. Anyone who'd ever tossed a chunk of
limestone in a fire knew what generally followed. At best it snapped and
popped alarmingly. At worst you could have a mini explosion violent
enough to toss burning logs several feet, not the sort of thing you
wanted in a fireplace. There was a special cement that could be used but
they had none of it. Luckily the book mentioned a good alternative, it
was cheap, abundantly available and would give the girls something
genuinely useful to do that they would probably enjoy.

He talked to the girls and soon they were enthusiastically digging a mud
puddle a dozen yards down the hill. The West Virginia soil was heavy in
clay, which was just what the doctor ordered for gluing together a
fireplace. A good hot fire would bake the clay rock hard, ensuring a
trouble free bond for years.

He watched the girls long enough to make sure they were pulling the bits
of loam, branches, and small rocks from the soil before mixing in the
water then started humping rocks up the hill.

He decided to lay the hearth first and began to lay the flattest of the
river rocks out on the freshly planked section of floor. It was sort of
like working a jigsaw puzzle only here you got to cheat. When a rock
didn't fit well a little work with the stone cutting kit generally
improved its disposition remarkably. A deft touch was required, he broke
several rocks before discovering that the blows had to be delivered just
so. Even with this he had a nice, square hearth laid out by the time
Lena struggled up the hill with the first bucket of clay.

Arron looked up and bit his cheeks to avoid laughing. The naked child
was covered from the neck down in thick brown mud. She looked as if
she'd been dipped. He solemnly took the proffered container. She seemed
so proud that there was no way he was going to make a disparaging comment.

He carefully moved the rocks aside and smeared on a thick layer of the
clay then began to carefully piece the stones back into position. Each
one was pushed down till a good squeeze out spurted up at the joints
then carefully leveled to its neighbors. Lena kept the buckets coming
and Arron kept laying rock. The setting and leveling went much slower
than the initial fitting and it was late afternoon before the entire
hearth was down.

A few last passes with a trowel smoothed the joints and removed excess
mud then he covered the fresh stone work with plastic sheet and gathered
up his tools and helpers.

The first stop was the spring. So dirty were the girls that the entire
pool was clouded over within minutes. Once all were clean they trudged
back to the camp. Empty stomachs were growling so food was the first
order of business. Arron stoked up the fire got some coffee going then
fired up the camp stove. There was ground beef in a cooler and hamburger
helper in a box. As a bachelor he wasn't entirely helpless, he managed
to stagger through the preparation without major mishap. The girls
seemed to enjoy the results, at least they pitched into it with
enthusiasm and cleaned their plates.

Arron was looking forward to a beer and a few leisurely cigarettes
around the fire. The girls had other plans however. Their stomachs were
full and they were reasonably clean, in their play book that meant it
was time for sex. "Cums," yelled Rachel as she shoved her bare little
twat in his face. It was a request no self respecting pervert could deny.

It was still fairly warm but a cold breeze had come up so they adjourned
into the tent. Arron left the door open and the late afternoon sun
bathed the children's bare bodies as they teamed up to pull his pants
down. Lena leered up at him as she slowly slid her lips over his hard
dick, taking him into the tight, hot cavern of her six year old mouth.
Rachel bounced on her toes and watched her older sister suck dick as
Arron caressed the rounded softness of her snow white bottom.

He eased down till he was sitting on a sleeping bag. Lena followed his
movement, keeping his prick inside her bobbing mouth. Arron gently
caressed her silky black hair as their eyes met over his rampant prick.
He reclined till his head found a pillow then swept Rachel atop him. The
four year old giggled down at him as he picked her up and dropped her
chubby thighs astride his face. The rounded whiteness of her baby pussy
descending toward his mouth was one of the prettiest sights he had ever
beheld.

The world went away for awhile. All that existed was the tasty little
slot that he caressed and probed, the soft thighs that alternately
clutched and released his face, the hot, wet mouth that was questing for
its creamy reward.

"You fucking perverted son of a bitch!" The angry voice was a buzz saw
cutting through the walls of nirvana. It trembled, its owner barely in
control.

Arron's heart dropped. His tongue slithered from Rachel's pussy as the
child stood and turned, "Mommy", her voice quavered in fear.

Jenny stood in the open door, a quivering tower of rage. Arron's pistol
was gripped inexpertly in her hands but it was centered on his chest.
Suddenly fearful for Rachel, Arron pushed her aside, out of the line of
fire. Lena still squatted, his wet and now wilting dick in her hand. She
stared up at her mother with a look of shock, her mouth open and gaping.

Rachel rose to her knees and began to sob, her gaze going from Arron to
her mother and back again. Rachel's sobs finally brought Lena from her
trance, with a glance at Arron she scrambled over his legs and went to
comfort her sister. Satisfied that the children were safe he closed his
eyes and waited for the bullet.

He felt nothing, only a vast empty void. Somewhere there was regret for
the things that had passed and those that now never would. There were
other warring emotions, relief and acceptance foremost. Relief that the
thing he had dreaded had come to pass. Acceptance of the consequences.
These things were far away however and actually troubled him little. The
emptiness took center stage, he was a corpse waiting for release.

When it didn't come he eased open one eye. Jenny still stood in the
door, her gaze on the pair of sobbing children in one corner. The pistol
was still centered but it had begun to sag a little. Her face was a
mask, rage was there but it wasn't alone. Arron tried to read her and
found he could not.

As if sensing his inspection Jenny jerked her eyes back to him. The
pistol came back up as well. They stared at each other for a long
moment, hateful eyes meeting sorrowful ones. This pistol slowly came
down again till it was pointed at the floor. "Get out!" Jenny hissed,
"get the fuck out." Her voice was a low whisper on the last."

Without comment Arron rolled into a squat. He retrieved his pants then
crawled for the door. Jenny stepped aside to give him a wide berth, as
if he was contagious and she wanted no part of his affliction.

Outside he pulled his pants on and then turned back to the tent but the
door was now shut. He stood for a long moment in indecision then turned
and walked away.

The Ram's keys were on the picnic table but the truck was not in sight.
With nothing else to do he scooped them up and headed for the road. He
found the machine two-hundred yards down the hill. Jenny had dropped a
wheel into the deep center ravine. That explained why they had not heard
her approach. He took a deep breath and trudged down to it. He circled
the stranded beast but it seemed unharmed. Dirt was thrown up around the
back tires where she had tried to free it. He looked at the fronts but
saw no similar pattern. Shaking his head, he locked in the hubs then
climbed into the cab.

He only had to rock it twice before the Ram came free from its clay
prison. Slowly he drove up the hill. His mind working at one issue,
'what now?'. By the time he had parked he had reached a decision. A
trial would be bad for all concerned. It would be rough on Carl and
Jenny but it would be a nightmare for the children. Nor could he walk
away, Jenny would not allow that, neither would Carl once he was in the
know. There was really one acceptable solution. There would be sorrow,
at least on the part of the children but less than with the other paths.
It was the best of a bad lot. All that remained was the mechanism.

Jenny still had his pistol so that was out. He wondered through camp
trying for inspiration. Finally a thought occurred. He searched through
his pockets till he found the keys to the Taurus. The car hadn't been
started in months and was probably dead but it worth a shot.

The drivers door creaked when he opened it. A vagrant neuron took a note
to put some oil on it and was laughed down by its fellows. The engine
turned once and stopped. He waited a long moment and tried again. More
enthusiasm this time, once twice, then it caught.

He gently worked the gas, allowing the dormant engine to clear its
throat then backed up and pointed the nose toward the road. As the old
wagon pulled off it left a dead square of grass behind and four patches
where suddenly exposed worms and other crawlies writhed in the light. If
he'd noticed he would probably have felt empathy for them.

He straddled the rut and eased down the hill. He pulled off behind the
dump truck and left the engine running. Rummaging in the back produced
lots of junk and one old dryer vent hose. It was a little large but he
found several rags that would make passable gaskets. He slipped the hose
over the wagon's burbling exhaust pipe then stuffed the rags in around
it. The other end was just long enough to reach the crack he'd left in
the glass of the rear door.

He got back into the car, locked the doors then reclined the seat. He
tried to relax but his mind, till now dormant, insisted on flashing
images before his eyes. Some were of Carl, Jenny and the girls but
others were of places and people well in the past. He remembered the
widowed campground owner in North Dakota. A tight lipped old battleaxe
in her fifties, bitter and cynical. She'd eyed the vagabond in the
battered old wagon with a jaundiced and untrusting eye but had excepted
his offer to fix the place up in trade for a campsite. He'd slaved for
weeks, fixing plumbing, repairing faulty wiring, replacing rotten wood.
As he worked and sweated the distrust had slowly sloughed away. She took
to bringing him drinks and sandwiches. In the evenings they talked,
sometimes for hours. Within a month they were lovers. He'd spent a long
passionate summer there. A vagrant in love with the world and a woman in
her sunset years who'd thought love behind her. He'd screwed her silly
for three wonderful months. When he'd told her he had to go she'd
withdrawn again. Wrapped in her armor she hadn't even stepped from the
office to watch him leave.

He remembered the girl in Niagara. A waitress, she'd took him home and
kept him for a month. No-, that had been in Yellowstone. The girl from
Niagara had been the one-. He couldn't remember, that was funny. He'd
always had a great memory. A name floated up, Sandy, a face, it didn't
really match the name. Sandies should be petit and blond with short bob
hairdos. The Sandy his memory produced was big boned with an impressive
chest and wide hips. Her face had been long, too long to be really
pretty and surrounded by a halo of red hair. She'd cooked killer omelets
and given head like a vacuum pump. He'd met her in-. Damn couldn't
remember again. He was too tired to think. Needed a nap, that was it, a
long nap then he'd remember. A long nap...

He dreamed, at least he though he did. At first it was nice with pretty
colors but then the colors turned ugly and jarring sound roared in. He
heard a voice, he couldn't understand it but it was excited and kept
trying to tell him something. Then something smashed and the colors went
red and sick green. He was being tugged, pulled somewhere but the colors
wouldn't let him see. There was suddenly pain but he couldn't tell from
where, first it seemed behind his eyes then it was in his hands. Each
time he tried to localize it it went flitting away.

The voice was back, closer, almost understandable. It seemed to be
crying. The colors muted then flared back. An imperative came, an order
from the dark. He opened his eyes to find himself on his hands and knees
alongside the car. Jenny was tugging at him, trying to get him to his
feet. She was sobbing, saying something. Her hot tears were falling on
his back. He turned his head and looked up at her then back down at the
suddenly spinning road. With a lurch and a groan he spewed steaming
vomit all over hard packed West Virginia clay.

Once his stomach was empty Jenny propped him up against the car and went
away for a while. She came back with a damp rag and bathed his face,
wiping away the sweat and filth. She was still sniffling but the words
she said between now made sense.

"You dumb son of a bitch. You stupid, self centered son of a bitch. How
could you do this to those children."

He assumed she was talking about molesting them but her next words put
the lie to that.

"How do you think they'd have felt when we pulled your body out of the
car. You dumb bastard."

Indignation flared from somewhere. He brushed her hand away, "That's why
I drove down the damned mountain."

She smacked his hand down unmollified. "Oh, they'd have been happier at
your funeral then huh. Two little girls staring at a waxy corpse in a
polished box. Crying their little hearts out while strangers tsked and
said quaint things like 'poor dears'. She spat the last out like
machinegun bullets.

Arron flared back, his head throbbed like a gong and that probably
didn't boost his tact. "You think they'll enjoy testifying Jenny? You
think they'll like it when some ogress from Child Protection stands up
with a little doll and says, 'did he touch you here?' Do you fucking
think they'll like it when a reporter sticks a microphone in their face
and asks if 'that monster' hurt them. I bet they'll fucking love that."
He tried to stand but fell back down on his rump, his head flared anew.
"You should have left me in the fucking car."

Jenny had rocked back on her heels and bit her lip. He'd scored a hit.
"It doesn't have to come to that."

Arron tried again and this time made his feet. "You're right. You call
the sheriff. Get him up here. I'll admit everything, sign a confession,
whatever they want. Maybe we can keep it out of the press for the girls
sake."

He took several shaky steps then turned to look back at her. "If I'm not
in cuffs by tomorrow I'll pack and leave. But you can still have that
confession whenever you want. Right now, I want to sleep." He turned and
began to make his slow, painful way back up to camp.

When he awoke it was full dark and a chill had crept into the tent. His
head throbbed painfully and his stomach emptily. He fumbled around till
he found pants and a shirt then crawled out to stand on the cold, wet
grass. The camp was dark, Jenny's tent sealed against the chill.

He found sandwich fixings and Tylenol in the dining fly. Working as
quietly as possible he made up a ham and cheese and chased it and the
pills with warm beer. He tiptoed past Jenny's tent and pulled a towel
and a robe from the clothesline. He started to head for the Taurus for
some clean underwear then remembered the damned car was still at the
bottom of the hill. Fuck it, he'd do without.

He didn't realize till he reached the wood line that he'd forgotten a
light. The walk through the forest was eerie and surreal but after a
time he smelled sulfur and heard the gurgling of the runoff.

He'd already stripped and hung his clothes before a voice came from the
darkness. "So the child molester needs a bath." It was Jenny, her voice
was slurred.

He paused for a second, debating leaving, but he really did want that
bath. He finished hanging his clothes then turned and eased into the hot
water. "That's right. The child molester needs a bath."

She moved and he finally spotted her on the far side of the spring.
"Think it'll wash the guilt away?" Something glinted in the moonlight.
It was a bottle. He realized that she was drunk, very drunk.

He squatted till the hot water came up to his neck. "No Jenny, nothing
can do that."

There was a splash as Jenny tried to slip off the rock she was on and
fell instead. She came up giggling, bottle still in hand. "I was pissed
when you turned me down you know. I actually feel better now knowing you
only like 'em young. Guess I'm not that ugly after all."

"You're not ugly at all Jenny and I like adult women as well as any man.
That's not why I turned you down."

"Then why?"

"Because you are my brother's wife."

She had been taking another swig from the bottle. She pulled it away so
abruptly that liquor sprayed across the pool. "Hah", it was an angry
explosion. "You won't fuck your brother's wife but you'll screw his
pre-teen daughters."

"I never-I never had intercourse with either of the girls."

"Bullshit, Lena's hymens gone! I checked!"

"An accident with a finger. Didn't you ask her about it."

She waved the bottle around, "Couldn't get anything out of either one of
them. All they did was cry." She looked back at him. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why didn't you fuck 'em. You're a pervert, you get off on that shit
remember."

"I didn't because their too small and I didn't want to hurt them."

"Hurt them!," the shout echoed across the pool. "Fucking hurt them! You
don't think having a sexual relationship with two girls 4 and 6 fucking
hurt them. There are other kinds of hurt Arron Winters! Don't you think
you've done harm?"

Arron looked down at the fractured moon in the water. "Yes," he said
quietly. "I've done harm."

Jenny was quiet for a moment then she spoke. "Why did you do it?"

"I don't know Jenny. I tried to fight it. The girls are cute and," he
looked up and met her gaze, "yes, sexy. It started as play and escalated
from there. I could have stopped it. I wish to hell I had stopped it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Did they?"

He looked up and met her gaze but couldn't read her in the darkness.
"Yes, they almost always initiated it."

She slapped the water hard. "But you were the adult and you knew it was
wrong!"

"Yes," It came out as a whisper.

There was a swirl in the water as Jenny moved closer. He saw the swell
of her breasts and realized for the first time that she was nude. "Tell
me Arron Winters did you turn down my offer because you saw it as a
betrayal of your brother."

"Yes."

She chuckled lowly, it had sultry undertones. "Carl knew exactly what I
was planning. He encouraged it. At times we've been swingers Carl and
me. We both enjoy the occasional threesome." She looked up to meet his
gaze while a slender hand slipped up to caress his chest. "Does that
change things."

Arron's cock was suddenly rock hard. He reached out to pull her in.
"Damned right," he managed before their lips met.

They kissed furiously for several minutes, tongues dueled and teeth
clicked. Jenny let out a tiny chirp of fright as he bodily lifted her
and sat her on a slick shelf of rock. He'd enjoyed the children, he
hadn't lied about that but he hadn't actually fucked in months. In no
mood for foreplay he mounted her abruptly. Jenny sighed and clutched his
back as he sank into her hair fringed center. He rutted like a bull in
heat, no subtlety, just bare knuckles fucking. She took it for a minute
or so then her movements began to match his. Their crotches slapped
wetly as two people fucked each other to a mind blowing peak.

Afterwards Jenny slipped out of the little pool and padded over to where
she had left her robe. She donned it then turned to face him. "What now?"

Arron shrugged. He'd found her bottle, there was a little left. He took
a healthy slug. "I'll be gone by noon."

The next morning they all suffered through a silent breakfast. The girls
sat on the far side of their mother, twin packets of silent misery
wrapped in down parkas and sorrow. Nothing was said as he stood and left
the table.

He started to pack but realized their was little he wanted to take. The
tent was too full of memories and guilt. There was his gun but Jenny
still had that, besides they might need it. In the end he packed a
garbage bag with his clothes, hoisted his sleeping bag to his shoulder
and headed toward the road. He thought he heard sobbing behind him but
he didn't turn to look.

He threw his stuff in the back of the wagon then yanked the dryer hose
from the tailpipe. He starred at is for a moment, a fat silver snake
that would have ended his life. He shuddered and through the hateful
thing into the woods.

Their was fine glass all over the drivers seat. Jenny had used a rock on
the window. He brushed the worst of it out, with luck it wouldn't rain
before he got somewhere to have it fixed. He'd actually slid behind the
wheel before he noticed that the key was still in the run position. He
switched it off and then tried the starter. Nothing, neither he nor
Jenny had possessed the presence of mind to shut off the engine. It had
run till the tank went dry then the ignition had drained the battery. It
was perfect, just fucking perfect.

It was nearly evening when his cell phone trilled. He levered himself up
from where he rested with his feet out the broken window.

"Arron," asked Jenny's breathless voice. "Where are you?"

"In the car."

He heard a sigh, "Okay smarty, where's the car?"

"Same place it was last time you saw it. It ran out of gas."

She laughed, it was the old sparkling Jenny laugh. The first he'd heard
from her since Carl's accident. "I'll be there in five minutes pervert."

He was leaning against the fender when the Ram came clattering up. Jenny
was behind the wheel. The girls were strapped into their seats in the back.

He'd barely climbed in before Jenny began to speak. "We've had a long
talk, me and the girls. No one wants you to leave. What's done is done
and can't be undone. All we can do is go on from here." She spoke
rapidly as if the speech was rehearsed and she wanted to get it out
before she forgot any of it.

Arron opened his mouth to speak but she rolled over him.

"The girl's agree with what you said. Curiosity got out of hand. I've
talked it over with them, told them that children shouldn't-shouldn't do
the things they've done with you. They say you told them that, told them
it was wrong."

"Not exactly. I told them society thought it was wrong."

She looked at him sharply. "You don't think it was?"

"Sometimes I do. Sometimes it seemed very right." He shook his head. "I
don't know Jenny. I don't think I'm an evil person. If I'd fully
believed it was wrong I don't think I would have done it, any of it. At
least I hope I wouldn't have."

They were silent for a while then Arron looked around. They were coming
up on the ford. "Where are we going anyway?"

"They're releasing Carl, we're going to pick him up."

"Could've waited for morning."

Jenny shuddered and didn't look at him. "I want my husband, tonight."

Later, after they were on the blacktop and the hum of the tires had
lulled the children to sleep they talked some more. Finally Arron
broached the subject he'd dreaded. "What are we going to tell Carl?"

"Shit."

"I know but we've got to discuss this."

"No, that's what were going to tell him, jack shit."

"Jenny, he's going to wonder."

"About what?"

"Well, about why the girls are sleeping in your tent again for one."

"They're concerned for their father."

Arron nodded his head. That might work.

It was nearly midnight before they pulled into Avery. Jenny drove
straight to a motel and they got a room. Then it was off to the
hospital. Carl was waiting in the lobby in a wheelchair with a frowning
battleaxe in attendance. He saw the Ram pull into the emergency loop and
was out of the chair and through the door before the nurse could as much
as mutter a protest.

Arron scooted over beside Jenny as Carl climbed in. "A McDonalds darling
and step on it. I think I'm suffering a cholesterol deficiency." They
shared a laugh as the truck left a bellowing matron with a waving
clipboard in its wake.

The McDonalds were all closed so a Denny's had to serve. Arron went and
placed a take out order while Carl and Jenny waited in the truck with
the girls. When he emerged with the food the two were necking like
teenagers in the front seat. "You two keep that up you'll fog up the
windows," he said as he climbed into the cab.

Carl grinned. "Jenny tells me you've been doing some fogging of your own."

Arron's mouth popped open and he nearly dumped the food into the
floorboard. Carl hugged his wife to him. "Wasn't she fun?"

Arron deflated like someone had stuck a pin in him. Jenny grinned at him
over her husbands nuzzling head while Arron glared daggers at her.

At the motel they put the girls to bed. Neither had woken since they'd
hit town. Arron was wondering awkwardly what to do now. Jenny obviously
wouldn't want him in the same room with the girls but a third room was
going to look awfully suspicious. Carl came to his rescue, with a
knowing grin the younger man asked if Arron would like to spend the
night with them. With relief and not a little bit of randy anticipation
he accepted.

They were awkward at first, the three of them. They shared a nightcap
then the lights went out. Jenny served as the master of ceremonies and
thought up a number of imaginative and kinky icebreakers. Soon Arron was
behind her munching her furry pussy while she balanced on hands and
knees and felated her husband. She squealed like a schoolgirl when his
tongue strayed up and began to quest at her ass. It swayed so much that
he had to grab its enticing roundness before he could get down to
serious butt munching. They fell asleep hours later after Jenny had
screwed them both silly.

Arron drove as they pulled out the next morning. They needed some things
and a day in civilization was not to be wasted. They dropped Jenny and
the girls at a mall then the two men lit out for the home center.

A circular saw was the first thing on the list. Arron bypassed the
cheesy DIY models and went straight for the contractor grade stuff. They
were going to be doing a lot of cutting and cheaping out now would be
false economy. They discussed it and finally chose a no frills heavy
duty unit. A few odds and ends were added to the cart but the men were
done in under an hour. It was well before they were to meet the girls so
they stopped by a car dealership. The franchise served several brands
and the showroom featured several pricey utes on mirrored platforms. The
two amused themselves by circling the overpriced machines and pointing
out this or that item that 'wouldn't last a week on the mountain'. An
offended salesman approached and tried to defend his wares. He assured
them that these machines were the equal of whatever they had now. The
amused grins drew his gaze to the mud spattered Ram hulking in the
parking lot. His mouth snapped shut and he slunk away to find someone he
could bullshit.

They picked up the women at noon and grabbed a bite at a burger joint
then it was to the grocer for an extended replenishment stop. When they
turned south the spacious bed of the truck was nearly half full.

It was late afternoon before the Ram started up the final hill. Despite
events he felt reasonably good. Things worked out. How they worked out
was up to providence.

"What's your car doing there bro?"

Shit, the Taurus still rested alongside the track. Arron thought fast
and spoke before Jenny could. "I was going to take it into town and
trade it for a 4x4. Thought it might be nice to have two trucks. Damn
thing ran out of gas right there though. I didn't realize it was that
low. I guess the gauge stuck." He forced a chuckle. "I ran the damn
battery down trying to start it before I realized it was dry. Then to
top it off I locked the keys in the sucker and had to smash a window to
get them out."

Carl shook his head. "Sounds like something out of Keystone Cops."

Arron met Jenny's gaze in the mirror. Her eyes were wide in admiration.
"Ain't it the truth."

It was too late to get any work done so it was a spring romp then beer
around the fire. It was still early when Arron excused himself and
trudged back to his empty tent. He was a very long time falling asleep.

The next day was clear and bitterly cold. An icy wind sliced down from
the north, cutting through layers of fabric like a knife. They shivered
around the fire and fortified themselves with coffee before heading for
the job site. Arron had actually protested Carl's intent to return
directly to work. He thought his brother should take it slow for a few
days at least. The younger Winters wouldn't hear of it. His time on his
back had rankled and he was raring to go.

They reached the house site and Carl inspected the beginnings of the
first fireplace. He nodded when Arron explained about the mud. The two
agreed that getting the west wall up was next on the agenda. Rope was
found and the two sections wrestled into position. With Arron giving
hand signals the Ram grunted and snorted, first the southern section
then the northern section rose against the clear cold sky. They spent an
hour bolting them down then tied them to the neighboring walls and
temporarily to each other.

Attempts to continue with the fireplace soon ran into problems. Arron
began to chip rock for the sides and back of the firebox while Carl set
to mixing mud. It was the latter that proved their undoing. The
temperature was below freezing and ice crystals kept forming in the mix.
They discussed building a fire to heat the clay but even if they did
that it would freeze before it could dry and push the stones apart.
Defeated they trudged back to camp.

A hot lunch of beef stew and muffins made the world seem right. By the
time they had sopped the last from their plates it had been decided to
spend the balance of the day on the road.

The tractor was still in camp. Arron wondered how Carl would react to
the machine that had tried to kill him. He needn't have. The younger
Winters strode to the machine and hoisted himself aboard. The old engine
caught quickly even in the chilling cold. Amused, Arron perched on one
fender and with a lurch they were off.

Arron eased the dump truck from the woods and hitched up the trailer. He
then watched with baited breath as Carl lined up and ran the tractor up
onto the latter. Bro made it look easy.

Together they wrestled a barrel into position and Arron dropped in the
pump. After double checking to make sure it was gasoline he was pumping
the hose went into the dump's tank. They took turns at the pump, it took
nearly fifteen arm wrenching minutes to transfer twenty gallons of fuel.

The rumble of the old Lima made conversation difficult so the two men
had only their thoughts for company during the pounding ride to the
material yard.

They loaded up and got back in time to dump the load and spread it, but
only just. Dusk was coming on by the time Carl pulled the tractor to the
verge and shut off the engine. About half of the final climb was now
passable to vehicles without any mountain sheep in their mechanical genes.

For the next week it remained below freezing so they concentrated on the
road. The best they did considering the long haul to the material yard
was three loads a day and that was a one time shot that had them
starting before dawn and finishing well after dusk. Another near misstep
with the tractor, this time with Arron aboard convinced them the risk of
working into the darkness wasn't worth the reward. After that it was two
maximum. Still they made good progress. The long final hill with its
treacherous center raving was swathed in gravel, the grand canyon a
thing of the past. Once onto the comparatively flat ground lower down
things speeded up some. Here runoff was not that big of a problem and
the gravel not so necessary. For long stretches they merely chopped back
the brush and box bladed the packed clay smooth. Gravel was still needed
but only for the badly rutted or washed sections.

There was less progress in the personal arena. Having the children sleep
with them was hampering Carl and Jenny's sex life. Nor did they even get
the occasional stolen moment when Arron took the girls to the spring. So
far Carl still bought the line that the children were afraid to be
parted from him since the accident and bore it with good nature. Jenny,
who knew the lie of that tale took it less well. She had become snippy
and short tempered. Several times during the week she took a solo trek
to the spring late at night. Arron assumed she frigged herself silly but
didn't ask. He was tempted to volunteer to accompany her once or twice
but that didn't sit right. If Carl couldn't have the pleasure of
screwing his own wife it didn't seem just that Arron step in. Especially
since Arron was the cause of the situation to start with. The girls
remained in the background. They weren't balls of abject misery anymore
but neither were they their usual bouncy, flighty, giggly selves. Lena
at least seemed to sense the gravity of the situation and somehow
communicated that to her less experienced sibling.

By the end of the week the weather was warming and they were running low
on both gasoline and diesel. A replenishment run was in order.

Before dawn the Ram clattered up alongside the stranded Taurus. While
Carl inserted the pump into the depleted gasoline drum and began to
transfer the last of the fuel into the wagon Arron rigged the jumper
cables. The story he'd given about trading the faithful old steed in for
something more robust was a good idea and he'd decided to pursue it. As
he slid behind the wheel he noticed that someone had cleaned up the
glass and taped plastic over the window. There was only one somebody it
could have been.

The two vehicles proceeded together. The Taurus bottomed and banged a
score of times but they had no real problems. Once on the blacktop they
turned north and headed for Avery.

Filling the drums didn't take long, the balance of the day was spent
kicking tires and peering under hoods. Arron was tempted to buy a new
rig. He could easily afford it. But the frugality of his vagabond years
marched to the fore. As the afternoon wore on he found himself dickering
for an F-150 4x4 that some high school kid had endowed with too much
lift, ridiculously oversized tires, and enough lights to guide a 707 to
a safe touchdown. The sticking point was the Taurus, Arron knew it
wasn't worth much but the salesman wanted to steal it. Both negotiators
were on the edge of exasperation when the salesman came back from a
conference with his sales manager with a final counter offer. Arron and
his brother shared a look and a negative head shake before turning
together and heading for their respective mounts. The salesman stared
open mouthed for a moment then dashed back into the building. They were
actually pulling out of the parking lot when the man came charging up,
arms waving. It seemed the 'final offer' had not been so final after all.

Two hours of painful negotiation culminated in a deal made in five
minutes. They spent much of the remaining afternoon filling out paperwork.

They stopped for burgers at a little mom and pop place. Across the
street was a little 4 bay garage with an outside lift. Several hopped up
pickups lurked outside. On impulse Arron braved the 4 lanes of traffic
and trotted across, burger in hand. The proprietor was preparing to
close but he was willing to listen. The two men talked for five minutes
then shook hands. When the brothers left Avery behind they were both in
the Ram. Arron's truck now sat alongside the garage. The mechanics would
pull two of the three stacked lift kits from the F-150 and exchange the
gonzo sized wheels and tires for aggressive but reasonable all terrain
rubber. Arron was even going to make a profit on the deal. The mechanic
knew he could re-sell the removed components to kids with more money
than brains for a princely sum. He had agreed to toss in the labor and
fork over $400 in the exchange.

It began to rain halfway back. It was light and sporadic at first but
soon it became a full fledged downpour. Before they reached the turnoff
for the State Forest it was snow so thick that the reflection of the
headlights dazzled and blinded.

The white stuff made the already treacherous dirt roads positively evil.
The Ram slithered and shook. After a particularly bad skid that almost
tipped them into a ditch halfway to the camp Carl stopped the truck and
insisted Arron drive. His hands were shaking when they exchanged places.

If it hadn't been for their recent repair work it was doubtful even the
Ram could have made the final climb. As it was the snow was already
thick on the fresh gravel and Arron had to saw the wheel and
deliberately fishtail the truck to keep them moving forward and up. Carl
had fully recovered from his own near catastrophe and whooped and
cheered as his sibling fought them to the top.

Jenny and the kids were glad to see them. All came charging up as they
pulled into camp. A late supper and hot coffee and chocolate awaited
them. As they ate and drank the children whooped and charged around the
camp with more animation than Arron had seen out of them since the
discovery. He was soon to find out why.

Jenny and Carl were nuzzling on the far side of the fire and whispering
to each other. What was said was inaudible but the occasional giggle
escaped both parties. Arron finished his cocoa and rose, ready to call
it a night when Carl looked up.

"You won't mind having your boarders back will you?"

"Huh?" It wasn't eloquent but it was the best tired neurons could provide.

"The girls, Jenny says they want to start sleeping with you again and
well...", he looked down at his wife. She had oozed into his lap and was
nibbling on one ear. Carl looked back up with a grin, "You know."

"Jenny said that huh?" He tried to catch her eye but she buried her face
in her husband's hair and refused to look up.

"Yep," Carl answered. Missing the by-play.

The girls had stopped an animated snowball fight and stood staring at
him. In fact everyone but Jenny was staring at him.

"Well since you put it that way I suppose I could tolerate the little
heathens."

Carl grinned wider and started to thank him but whatever he was going to
say was drowned out by the whoops of the heathens in question.

While the children rushed to get their things from their parents tent
Arron wondered back to the dining fly for a beer. Suddenly he wasn't so
tired. Once there he spotted a fresh bottle of Dewers. That would serve
even better. Carl raised an eye when he seated himself with the bottle
but that was all.

When he arose again hours later the blaze had died back to sullen coals
and the cold was creeping in. Jenny, Carl and the kids were long abed.
He capped the bottle and left it then made his none too steady way to
the tent. The girls were asleep. Each tucked into their bags on either
side of his. He tugged his boots off and fell atop it, only the cold
gave him enough animation to pull the flap over.

He wasn't sure whether it was the banging of the pots or the pillow
fight raging over his corpse that awoke him. Neither was very welcome,
but neither were the bongos sounding off between his ears. He grasped a
shrieking Rachel and tossed her at her sister, sending both over in a
flurry of pajama clad limbs then groaned and reached for his boots.
Donning them was difficult because as soon as the little hellions had
disentangled themselves they moved in for a retaliatory strike. He
managed somehow and strode out to meet the day with a giggling youngling
hanging off each leg.

The snow had stopped during the night but it had left behind several
inches of powder. The world glistened under its pristine coat. Only the
occasional weed was long enough to break the smooth surface. He trudged
toward the dining fly, his wiggling burdens dragging behind.

Jenny gave him a dirty look and scolded him for bringing them out into
the snow in their pajamas before swatting them away. He started to
protest that he hadn't 'brought' them anywhere but as soon as he was
seated she slid a plate of scrambled eggs under his nose followed by a
mug of scalding coffee. He suddenly found something more important to do
with his mouth than talk. He'd just started in on the coffee when Carl
slid in opposite. The younger Winters slammed the scotch bottle down on
the table and grinned at his brother. "How's the head?"

"Rough."

Carl tucked into his own breakfast. "Yeah, well next time you throw a
party invite me. Two can suffer as cheaply as one." He hummed as he
forked eggs into his mouth.

They started in on the road again but the temperature had risen rapidly.
By midmorning the melting snow had turned the clay slick and
treacherous. Worse the tractor was cutting deep ruts in the soft
surface, in some cases doing more damage than good. They chucked it and
piled into the Ram. They played rockhound on the way back, stopping at
several points to hump flat river rock into the bed. They had a decent
load when they came clanking into camp.

The children had already constructed several snowmen and were busily
mining the quickly melting mass for enough material for a third. Rachel
waved as they climbed from the truck. She had just completed a large
snowball and as they watched she slapped it onto the center ball of the
latest figure. "This one's going to be a snow lady," she explained.
"It's gonna have boobies like mom."

Jenny, who had been supervising the construction colored. A grinning
Carl wondered around to the back of the bulbous figure, "Butt's too small."

He was quick enough to duck and avoid the snowball that followed his
comment. The icy ball of slush caught Arron right in the ear.

When she saw the results of her toss Jenny threw both her hands over her
mouth and bent nearly double as she tried to suppress her laughter. Carl
grinned wider and looked from his wife to Arron. "Well what are you
waiting for, get her."

Jenny shrieked as Arron came at her in a lope and turned to run. She
never had a chance. As the children and Carl cheered him on he tackled
his pretty sister in law and bore them both to the snowy ground. She was
laughing when he reached behind her back and scooped up a handful of the
wet snow. Turning her so her body blocked the children's view he then
thrust the mass down the back of her insulated pants and into her
panties, packing it into the crack of her shapely butt. As long as he
was there anyway he went a little further and drug a cold finger down
the furrow of her down covered twat.

She shrieked like a horse being gelded and came up off the ground. When
she spun to face him he thought that despite recent intimacies he'd
perhaps gone too far. The sparkle in her eyes said differently though.

As they were walking back toward the fire Carl asked, "Where'd you put
the snow, she really yelled."

In answer Arron stuck his finger under his siblings nose.

"Whoa, bet that did shock."

They discussed what to do next over lunch and decided to work on the
fireplaces. When Jenny heard that a good portion of the job would
consist of nothing more than making mud she suggested that she and the
girls accompany them and take over that task. The men agreed and they
all piled into the Ram for the ride over.

It took a little while to get everyone up to speed but soon they were
making good progress. Arron started to mud together the firebox for the
east fireplace while Carl cut planks to lay the flooring and build the
reinforcements for the west one. Once the wood was ready Arron took a
break from laying rock and the two ganged up on the needed woodwork. In
less than an hour he was back to stacking rocks and Carl was chipping
rock for his hearth.

By sunset the inner, mud cemented, liner for the east fireplace was
complete up to where it would need a beam or arch to support the front
of the flue. The book included details of an all stone arch. Arron
decided to go with the beam. The timber would dry, crack and eventually
require replacement but at least you didn't need to be a master stone
mason to install it. Carl had a good hearth mudded together and a start
on the walls.

It was definitely time for a spring romp. They were all liberally coated
with clay, especially the children who looked like they had rolled in
it. They all stripped down for a communal bath and waded in. Since the
'discovery' Jenny had bathed the girls while Arron and Carl soaped down
at the opposite end of the spring but now she grabbed her husband and
pulled him to the far end. A word sent two naked hellions splashing
Arron's way. What was the woman celebrating? There was no way of
knowing, instead he tried and failed to keep a limp dick as slick, naked
girl flesh slid and slithered over him. When a giggling Lena briefly
ducked below the surface and took the head of his dick into her hot
little mouth he panicked and gently pushed her away. He shot a glance at
his brother and sister in law as the six-year-old pouted. To his immense
relief the couple at the far side of the spring only had eyes for each
other. Fuck, she'd scared him to death but damn if he hadn't almost
blown a wad in her little mouth.

It started to rain shortly after supper forcing an early end to the
evening. When Arron stepped into the tent he found both children naked
and waiting on him, shit! He ignored them while he removed his boots and
then stripped to his underwear. He then calmly leaned over and kissed
Rachel on her forehead and slid her into her sleeping bag. She stared at
him as he turned away and did the same for her sister. The girls shifted
around a lot before going to sleep, once or twice he thought he might
have heard a quite sob. He was still awake long after silence fell.

It was much warmer the next morning, the low sixties and the day just
started. Carl confidently pronounced they'd just seen winters last gasp.
Arron nodded, it was nearly April. As they ate Lena and Rachel moped
around the pitiful remains of their vanishing 'snow people'.

They repeated the work arrangement of the previous day. Only this time
both mud and mortar were required. Jenny proved equal to the task and
she and her two helpers were soon running twin assembly lines for the
production of the two different types of goop. By noon Carl's firebox
was complete while Arron had nearly finished the mortared outer shell of
his own. There was a three inch air gap between the two, creating what
the book called a 'free flow fireplace'. It was supposed to boost
heating efficiency.

Jenny ladled handed out the sandwiches then started the thermos around.
"You know you all look silly walking back and forth on the joists, it
probably wouldn't be so funny if one of you missed a step though."

Both Carl and Arron nodded. That would be an 18 foot misstep, definitely
not funny.

"Well why don't you go ahead and put the floor in so you don't have to
worry about that?"

Arron swallowed his mouthful of tuna fish. "Because it would catch rain
and leaves and who knows what else. We'd rather not put that in until we
have walls and at least a semblance of a roof."

Carl nodded.

"Well I just don't want another unscheduled helicopter ride or worse. I
don't look good in black."

"I don't know there's that little cocktail dress." Carl grinned.

"Try not to fall."

"What cocktail dress?", Arron asked.

They got back at it after lunch. Arron rapidly completed his outer shell
up to the level inner liner. Then wandered down to their mini lumber
yard to scavenge a timber for the flue support. To his chagrin he
couldn't find one. He'd ripped everything into planks. It looked like
another tree was going to have to die. Instead he ganged up to help his
brother. By late afternoon the west and east fireplaces were a matching set.

The effort exhausted their mortar supply. They had been using remnants
from the lot purchased to patch the foundation and it was gone. Arron
cursed his own shortsightedness but everyone else took it with good cheer.

That night Arron sat up late drinking beer with Carl. It was a ploy to
avoid facing the girls again alone. They might be randy children but
they were still children. When he finally crawled into the tent after
midnight they were both asleep.

He stared at them a while trying to gage his own emotions. He still
found them desirable but was ashamed of what he had done with and too
them. Or was he? Was he ashamed of the act, or ashamed of getting
caught. The thought that he might have diminished somehow in Jenny's
eyes stung. He was male and like all of the breed wanted to appear
strong and perhaps a bit macho. Playing sex games with children
definitely was not macho.

Then again he had tried to kill himself over these children. He winced
at the thought but didn't shrink from it as he had since the incident.
Part of his personal creed had long been that suicide was a wimp's out.
Something those that couldn't hack it performed. That brought him as
much if not more shame than getting caught with the children.

There was a tendency among humans to tuck ugly or shameful incidents
away, to hide and bury them in hopes they would simply vanish. They
didn't. If one was lucky they simply lay like a lump, heavy and
burdensome. If luck was bad they festered, becoming something malignant
and infected. It was no coincidence that psychiatry was a multi billion
industry.

It was another thing he had always considered a losers gambit. A man
solved his own problems. As he lay back on the sleeping bag and drug the
shame of the last weeks to surface. He turned the individual stones
over, polishing them and shaving off the rough edges. Rationalization
was not amongst his tools, acceptance was. The past was sealed away
behind transparent walls tougher than the hardest steel. It could be
viewed but not altered. When he finally drifted off to sleep Arron still
had questions but he felt much better about himself.

They made a quick trip the next day. Jenny and the girls remained behind
as the Ram rumbled down the mountain then up the road to Avery. At the
home center they grabbed an even twenty bags of mortar, enough hopefully
to finish the fireplaces then purchased a few useful knickknacks off the
closeout table. They were preparing to head for the checkout when Arron
noticed some long concrete objects shoved beneath the groaning sale
table. They were concrete parking stops, apparently not a big seller
since they were 80% off. Arron called Carl over and the two conversed
with much gesturing and nodding of heads. When they left the store that
had four of them in addition to the mortar. The pimpled youth in the
tile department had looked puzzled when the two men wanted the stops
chopped off to 48 inches, but had complied. Thankfully his appliance had
been up to the task.

They stopped by the grocery store to fill Jenny's list then swung by the
garage where Arron had left his truck. It was ready, within two hours of
pulling into Avery their mini convoy was southbound.

Arron enjoyed jockeying the F-150 up the mountain. It didn't have the
ultimate stump pulling torque of the Ram but its gas V-8 gave it a
quicker response. The Ram was a big shaggy bear, the Ford a wolf.

It was only a little after noon when the two machines pulled into the
camp. Everyone had to look at Arron's truck and clucked and made over it
as if it were brand new instead of several years old. He played the
part, showing it off like a proud papa.

The had a quick lunch then rushed to the house site to salvage what they
could of the day. The shortened parking stops fit perfectly. They now
had flue supports that would not require periodic replacement.

The two men wasted several minutes patting each other on the back then
got back to work. The supports were mortared in then the complex job of
cutting rock for the flue began.

That night they had steak and coal roasted potatoes. After supper Jenny
took the girls off to the spring while Carl and Arron hit the beer. The
men were well lubed before the ladies trooped back into camp.

Jenny took one look at the giggling pair and shook her head in mock
disgust. She fixed the girls some cocoa then set about trying to catch
up. Soon the adults were feeling little pain and quips and jokes were
flying back and forth, the raunchiness only limited by the young ears
avidly listening.

Arron had just popped the top on his fifth, or was it sixth beer when a
soft, fuzzy warmth wriggled under one arm and beneath the blanket he'd
draped over his lap as a ward against the evening chill. He looked down
to meet a pair of liquid blue eyes. Lena matched his gaze for a moment
before squirming her soft little butt more firmly into his lap and
incidentally grinding it into his cock as well. She then pulled the
blanket up around her shoulders then settling her head on his chest. The
strawberry shampoo scent of damp blond hair wafted up beneath his nose.

Jenny had been in Carl's lap for the last half hour, now she glanced up.
"Look, Arron's got a girlfriend too! Going to show her a good time
tonight Arron?"

Arron grinned but inwardly froze. That damned fool woman wasn't drunk
enough to blab in front of Carl was she?

She grinned at him, her eyes saying unreadable things. He was still
trying to figure that out when a small hand grasped his own beneath the
blanket. Before he could react Lena lifted his hand and slid it through
the slit of her robe, placing it right in her bald little crotch.

Arron squirmed, despite the beer and his own vows his cock began to
respond. Lena felt the stirring mass beneath her little rump and began
to rotate her little hips on it. She tilted her head back and met his
gaze briefly before dropping her head back to his chest. He caught just
the hint of a smile.

He looked up to find both Jenny and Carl staring at him. His heart
stopped briefly but his panic turned to puzzlement when they both burst
out laughing. Jenny whispered something to her husband and then they
both stood.

"We're off to bed son," Carl said, shooting a lecherous look at his
wife. She gave a barely perceptible nod and Carl turned back to his
brother. "You might drop in later if you get a chance." The invitation
was clear yet vague enough to pass right over young heads.

Jenny began to fold the blanket she and Carl had been using. She kept
her head down but addressed her brother-in-law. "The girl's haven't been
sleeping too well Arron. Why don't you play with them a little before
going to sleep. I'm sure it would do wonders for them." Her voice was
the pristine sound of innocence but the implications rocked Arron like a
double load of buckshot.

They got caught up in the whirl of last minute privy calls and Arron
couldn't grab a private moment with Jenny till she was preparing to
enter her tent. Carl was already inside, spreading sleeping bags and
noisily fluffing pillows when Arron grabbed his sister-in law by the arm.

"What did you mean by 'play with them'?"

Instead on answering she planted a brief, passionate kiss on his lips,
her tongue momentarily caressing his own. She pulled back and looked at
him, "Save some for me." She ducked inside and sealed the flap before he
could reply.

Arron entered his own tent to find both girls sitting on their sleeping
bags in their pajamas. Their expressions were the neutral look of hope
tempered by an expectation of disappointment.

He pulled off his boots then settled onto his own bag between them.
Gently he reached out with both arms and encircled them in a strong,
gentle hug. He nuzzled Lena's sweet blond locks then kissed her forehead
their lips met a moment later. A tiny tongue and a not tiny one were
soon wrestling for position.

He pulled away after a few seconds and gave Rachel the same attention.
She kissed with even more passion than her sister, seemingly trying to
devour him. He alternated between them, making out with first one then
the other. His hands were not idle, caressing their backs through the
soft fabric of their pajamas. It seemed natural when his caresses
wondered further down, to their trim little girl butts. Both girls rose
to their knees to give him access and his hands slid into their pajama's
to caress the bare flesh of their sexy little asses.

He shifted his attention to Rachel when Lena pulled away from him and
slid down. He felt her pull his legs apart and made no objection when
his zipper came down. He was trying to give his youngest niece an oral
tonsillectomy when Lena started tugging on his jeans. He lifted his butt
to help her but kept kissing Rachel. The child's mouth was honey sweet.

He felt the sudden cold as his briefs were pulled down, exposing his
rampant dick to the evening air. A wet warmth quickly followed as his
dick slid into Lena's hot little mouth. He kissed Rachel with renewed
passion and reached sown to caress Lena's blond tresses as the
six-year-old began to blow him with an experience far beyond her years.
She hummed as she bobbed, a delighted child that had found a favorite
toy presumed lost.

He came in seconds, spewing his seed into Lena's swallowing throat and
groaning his release into her sisters tiny mouth.

Afterwards he laid them out side by side and pulled their pajama's to
their ankles. Alternating between them he made oral love to the two
children's bald twats before flipping them over and stuffing his face
between their soft bottom cheeks. When both were squealing and
twitching, on the brink, he switched his attention fully to Lena and
drove her over that wonderful, scary precipice with finger and tongue.
He applied love bites to her tiny ass as she shuddered and came.

With Lena spent he attacked Rachel, loving her ass and snow white baby
twat till the four-year-old screamed her cum into her pillow before
going wet noodle limp.

With a bull like roar Arron rose. Jerking down his briefs he rubbed his
again rampant cock over the smooth softness of Rachel's saliva wet
cheeks before jerking twice and painting her sexy butt with cum.

Lena rose, seemingly from the dead. She smiled at him then leaned
forward and kissed his cock. She then pushed him aside and began to lap
the spunk from her sister's bottom. She kept at it long after the last
trace of cum was gone, finally fastening her lips to Rachel's little
asshole and probing deeply.

The days of abstinence had their say and despite coming twice in only
the space of minutes the site of a six-year-old enthusiastically
performing anilingus on her four-year-old sister soon had his cock hard
again. He moved to Rachel's head and brushed his recovered cock across
her soft lips. The four-year-old had her eyes closed but she opened her
mouth at the touch of dick and he slid in.

Rachel sucked cock and Lena tongued butt. Arron admired both the service
and the view for a minute then leaned over to where Lena was balanced on
her knees' and jerked her legs from beneath her. A surprised squeal was
muffled by Rachel's soft baby ass but the six-year-old made no other
response as he jerked her around and spread her thin legs. A second
later the circle was complete as his face slid between her thighs and
his tongue between the lips of her hairless cuntlet.

It was a leisurely daisy chain and it was fifteen sexy, sensuous minutes
before lips and tongues began to quicken their pace. They mounted the
peak together, scaling its slick, perilous slope before tumbling over in
a tangle of thrashing limbs and driving tongues.

Spent at last they lay some minutes before Arron pulled the girl's
bottoms up and tucked each into their sleeping bags. Rachel had a
rivulet of cum trailing from one nostril. He lovingly wiped it away then
kissed her angelic face goodnight.

He lay down and awaited the guilt but it was tardy. He was asleep before
it arrived.

Carl gave him a quizzical look at breakfast. "Was expecting you for a
nightcap last night?"

Arron grimaced and swore to himself. He'd completely forgotten about the
invitation to join his brother and sister-in-law. Shit! What if Carl had
come looking for him and found him 'involved' shit! He was still
formulating a reply when Jenny slid up with a fresh plate of eggs.

"Now Carl, Arron was pretty tired and I'm sure those hellions of ours
gave him quite a workout last night." She grinned at Arron as she said
it. She slid a pair of eggs onto each brother's plate before moving off
to feed the girls. "We'll just have to take a raincheck for another
time. Say tonight."

Carl grinned at him and after a moment Arron returned the gesture. Damn
he was sliding deeper down the rabbit hole all the time. I was a nice
trip though.

They got back to work on the fireplaces. Temporary timber supports were
laid in and the chimneys began to march up. It was important to have
full mortar coverage inside and not to have any gaps or protrusions that
could serve as entrapment points for creosote. For this reason they took
time every two courses to layer mortar onto the inside and smooth it
around. After lunch they had to take an hour to knock together
scaffolding. By dusk they'd reached the height of the second floor.

That night they sat around supper and discussed the plans for the next
day. When Jenny heard they planned to proceed with the second floor much
as the first, put the floor joists in then prance around on them till
they got a roof on, the shit hit the fan. She had been nervous enough
about them doing it on the ground floor, another ten feet was the
breaking point. The two men argued for a while but when she demolished
Arron's main objection, the wood warping in the weather, by pointing out
that it was in the weather now they gave in.

The argument left a sour taste and for most of the remaining evening
conversation consisted of grunts and one syllable utterings.

To her credit Jenny recognized that men need a good sulk after their
macho pretensions were pierced and she kept the children company while
the men commiserated about the 'follies' of the fairer sex. It was only
after the girls had bedded down that she returned to the fire with three
very cold beers.

It was an acceptable peace offering and soon the three were cutting up
and laughing. The beers were soon gone and the Dewers came out. As a
well buzzed mellow settled over the trio Jenny crawled into Carl's lap
and folded herself around him. Soon they were very entwined with lips
hungrily seeking each other.

Before Arron had a chance to feel jealous his sexy sister-in-law oozed
over to him. Despite past intimacies he found it unnerving at first to
passionately kiss his brothers wife while said brother looked on. That
passed after the first long tongue lashing however and he was soon
giving as good as he got while his hands explored her delightful soft
places.

No words were exchanged but by mutual consent Carl and Arron were
suddenly either side of Jenny. The two picked her up and carried her
into the tent. The sounds of passion emerging from that fabric structure
lasted well into the small hours.

It was after three before Arron slipped out and made his way to his own
tent. The dew had settled and the still camp glistened under the pure
white of a nearly full moon. The fire had died back to sullen embers, he
skirted it and dashed through the morning chill. He unzipped the tent
and ducked inside. His soaked feet already cold to the bone.

The girls lay cuddled atop Rachel's bag. Bother were in their pajama's
but their general disheveled condition and the fact that Lena's hand was
still in her sisters bottoms attested to a little after hours entertainment.

Arron carefully separated them, tucking each into their own bag. He then
climbed into his own and slept the sleep of the truly trashed.

The girls awoke him the next morning with a spirited pillow fight over
his recumbent corpse. He growled something unintelligible and tried to
burrow deeper into his bag. It was a forlorn hope. As soon as the two
hellions realized their chosen battlefield was alive after all they
hastily signed a peace treaty and turned on him. He endured the
buffeting for a long half-minute, hoping they'd grow bored and go find
someone else to torment. When this didn't occur he emerged from his
haven like a craggy unshaven bear.

With a bellow he swept a tormentor up in each arm. The girl's screeched
in alarm and tried to wiggle clear but he had them. He pulled them both
across his sleeping bag stomach down so that a blond head faced one way
and a black one the other. Their pajama clad butts were two tiny round
balls sticking up.

He was going to give them each a swat but they were very nice little
butts. On impulse he pulled Lena's bottom down and stared at her little
white posterior for a second. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on it
then pulled Rachel's pajamas down.

He felt that the younger girl deserved equal time and planted a wet
smooch on her ass as well.

The girls, realizing that sex play was in the air, quickly quit their
wiggling. Lena twisted her head around and looked up at him expectantly.

He smiled at her wolfishly then brought a flat palm down on each butt
with a resounding smack.

The sisters screamed in outrage and surprise as he dumped them both to
the floor of the tent. He's risen and was pulling on his pants before
they recovered.

Lena stood, her bottoms stills around her thin thighs, and placed her
fists on her bare hips. "That was mean!"

Rachel said nothing but did jerk a nod of agreement with her sister's
statement.

"So is waking someone up at this ungodly hour of the morning," he replied.

"We had lots of sleep!"

"Well I didn't," he fastened his pants and began hunting around for his
shirt.

Rachel jerked her thumb from her mouth. "If you weren't sexing mommy all
night you'd could'a slept."

Arron's mouth dropped open but before he could speak Lena rounded on her
sister, "Rache!"

Rachel slapped a hand over her mouth and looked from Arron to Lena and
back again. Slowly Lena turned to face Arron.

"Okay, how do you two know what I was doing last night?"

The two girls exchanged looks, it was Lena who finally spoke. "I needed
to go potty. When I went to the 'trine I heard noises coming from mommy
and daddy's tent. Sex noises. I came back and got Rachel and we sorta
listened for a while."

"You eavesdropped?"

The six-year-old squirmed. "Not really, well not really really. You all
were making enough noise we didn't have to. We just listened."

Rachel nodded. "Are mommy and daddy going to sex us?"

Lena turned on her sister again, "Rache!"

Rachel bristled, "Well we talked about it!"

"Rache!"

Arron held up his hands. "Hold it, hold it. First you all 'just
listening' was wrong. You should have come back to the tent and went
back to sleep. Second, what I was doing with your mommy and daddy was
private and between adults. You do remember 'privacy' don't you?"

Both children nodded sheepishly.

"Third, don't you dare mention anything to your mom and dad about sex,
either of you. If you do it's going to create a mess I don't think
anyone wants and I'll have to go away."

Rachel's face crinkled. "I don't want you to go away."

Arron knelt down and kissed away the incipient tears. "Then just keep
your little mouth shut okay."

The four-year-old sniffed and nodded.

Rachel giggled, lifting the mood, "You don't mind our mouths open if
your dick's in it."

Arron backhanded her on the butt and finished dressing.

Carl and Jenny were not up yet and seemed no where near stirring. Arron
stoked up the fire and stooged around camp for a half-hour but there was
still no activity from the other tent. On the theory that misery loves
company he decided to send in his secret weapons and told the girls to
wake their parents. The two giggling balls of energy vanished through
the portal and soon groans and outraged protestations were heard from
within.

When a disheveled Carl emerged five-minutes later he stared bleary eyed
at his brother. "That was mean."

Arron grinned and hoisted a steaming pot of coffee. "I decided not to
endure alone."

The two were on their second cup before Jenny emerged with her brood in
tow. She shot Arron a look then stalked off toward the latrine.

Carl, fortified by caffeine and feeling somewhat human, grinned at his
brother. "You're making lots of friends."

After breakfast the two men got to work on the house. The mill grumbled
to life and Arron started ripping two inch thick boards into one inch
thick ones. As fast as they came off the mill Carl drug them up to the
house. There they were cut to length with the circular saw and then
fitted and nailed. The floors were going in.

It went fast and by lunch half of the first floor had been planked.
Jenny and the girls showed up with a hot lunch and they sat around
admiring their work while they ate.

Toward the end of the meal Arron managed to get Jenny alone for a moment
and told her about the girls' nocturnal vigil. When he finished his tale
he asked her, "Should I tell Carl."

Jenny pursed her lips and looked toward where Carl was giving his
daughters a tour of the partially built house. "No", she looked back at
him, "Don't tell Carl about anything." As she was turning away another
word escaped her lips, "yet."

Jenny joined in to help haul planks after lunch. At first the girls
insisted on helping, even though they could not do much. When both
picked up splinters in the first half-hour all interest in helping
evaporated. Play was more fun, and it didn't hurt as much.

Fitting the boards around the fireplaces and basement access slowed them
some but it was still light when the last plank way laid and nailed
down. They stood around discussing the next day's venue till the sky
began to redden then headed back to camp.

Supper was followed by a raucous and enjoyable spring romp. They
splashed and played till quite late then made the shivering dash back to
camp. Everyone gathered around the fire for hot chocolate then the girls
were sent to bed. They talked for another hour before Jenny called it a
night. Arron might have packed it in then himself but Carl was in a
talkative mood so the two sat up till nearly midnight before trudging
off to their individual tents.

The girls were long asleep, Arron made sure they were tucked in well
then climbed into his own bag.

Breakfast was eggs and homemade pancakes. The ice was again running low
so the fresh food was being consumed before it could spoil.

They reached the house site and quickly set to work. Arron wanted to
have the walls as sturdy as possible before putting the weight of the
second floor on them. As the first floor fireplaces and chimneys had now
cured for a day and a half or better it was decided to tie the lower
walls to them. The temporary wooden supports were removed then a
come-a-long used to pull the walls tight to the masonry. The river rock
was hard but they didn't want to risk drilling into a mortar joint so
the two men spent a sweaty morning with drill and ratchet. By 11 nearly
forty stainless bolts had tied the side walls into solid units.

They piled in the truck and rode back to camp for a lunch of omelets and
fried potatoes then got back to work.

The second floor went slower due to the need to haul the planks up. At
first they tried to spare the sweat and use the Ram and an improvised
pulley to pull the planks up but that system proved too slow and
cumbersome so it was back to muscle power. By dark about a quarter of
the second floor was down.

After supper they sat around discussing the next day's plans. The ice
was almost gone so it seemed like another town run was in order. The
weather had been fine for several days and looked the same for tomorrow.
The two men were bemoaning the loss of a days work when Jenny proposed
an alternative.

Since it was only food and ice they needed a trip all the way to Avery
was not required. Huttonsville had a small grocer but it had everything
they needed. Furthermore she could do it. She'd take the girls and the
men could work. They could even keep the Ram with all the tools packed
in it. She'd take Arron's truck.

They kicked around the idea and agreed, with modifications. The F-150
did not have a back seat. Two child seats in the front would be awkward
if not impossible. Jenny would take the Ram, she had experience driving
it anyway. With that settled the men adjourned and got to transferring
their gear from the Dodge to the Ford.

Arron finally entered his tent to find the girl's engaged in an
enthusiastic 69. He quickly sealed the tent then simply admired the
scene while he pulled off his boots and jeans. He then dropped to his
knees and joined the fun.

Rachel was on top so he began to massage her little ass. The smooth
flesh was wonderfully soft beneath his rough hands. He leaned down and
planted small kisses all over her round butt before diving tongue first
into her crack.

The four-year-old murmured into her sister's bald twat when his tongue
began to circle her little butt hole. When he stiffened it and forced it
into her ass she screamed, luckily sister pussy proved a workable muffler.

With the dual stimulation the littlest Winters soon reached her peak.
She screamed into her sisters plump cunt, her limbs going rigid. She
then went limp and slid sideways off her sister, the movement pulling
Arron's tongue from her spasming ass.

Arron moved to take her place at Lena's twat but the six-year-old
struggled up and pushed him back. Before he could protest her mouth
closed around his cock. The sucked furiously, her head bobbing and her
hair swishing forward to tickle his thighs and balls. He'd been turned
on by tonguing Rachel's sweet butt and by now Lena was an accomplished
cock sucker, in minutes he was ready to fire.

Lena sensed his readiness and pulled his dick from her mouth. She tugged
him around by his cock and then jerked him off till he fired a massive
salvo all over Rachel's smooth little butt. Lena grinned at him then
turned to dine on cum covered baby butt. She shoved her own six-year-old
ass up in the air and wiggled it in obvious invitation.

Arron shook his head in admiration them stooped to eat his second ass of
the evening. By alternating between delectable ass and bald twat he soon
had the child on the edge of her own orgasm. She had her own small
tongue deep in sibling ass when she came on the tongue in her own.

He tucked the exhausted children in then crawled into his own bag. Fuck
he was hard again now. He eased back the flap and started to stroke his
dick, visions of smooth butts and puffy, bald twats danced in his mind.
He was just starting to get into it when there was movement to his left.

Like a wraith a bare Rachel crawled over and pushed his hand aside. Her
tiny mouth descended over his dick and she began to suck, her little
head bobbing with the regularity of a metronome. He stroked her smooth
back and round butt as she sucked. She didn't have the proficiency of
her older sister but persistence was a technique in itself. Five minutes
into the affair Arron groaned and clutched her little brunette head as
he fired spurt after spurt of hot spunk into her tiny mouth,

The child swallowed his load then nursed on his prick till it began to
soften. Then without a word she turned and crawled back to her sleeping
bag. Arron heard her soft snoring a few minutes later.

Jenny and the girls set off immediately after breakfast. Then men waved
them gone then climbed into the Ford for the ride to the house. They
were soon at it and saw and hammer rent the tranquility of the forest.
They day was a warm one and soon the sweat was flowing freely as well.

They broke at ten and had some cheese washed down with tepid beer. Both
commented on how surprisingly refreshing even a lukewarm brew was after
several hours of hard work.

They got back at it and were still hammering away when the Ram clattered
up shortly before noon. Jenny and the girls climbed out, the latter two
proudly, if inexpertly quickly set to laying out a picnic lunch on the
ground.

The two men toweled the worst of the sweat away, washed their hands, and
joined the ladies for lunch. Thankfully the girls had not had as much
hand in selecting the meal as they had in laying it out. Somehow a lunch
of tapioca pudding and chocolate chip cookies didn't sound appetizing.
Fried chicken, potato salad, rolls and unlimited amounts of cold iced
tea was just the ticket however.

They had a pleasant meal then lounged around on the blanket the girls
had spread talking about the house and the future. Several times Arron
caught both of the girls staring at him. When he met their gaze they'd
turn away giggling and whispering in each others ears. He was inclined
to write it off as childish frivolity but as they were cleaning up the
lunch debris he caught a loaded look pass between Lena and her mother.
What the hell was that about?

They got back to work and in two more hours managed to lay the last
boards. The second floor was finished, at least the floor portion of it.
There was plenty of light left so they decided to get on with the upper
floor fireplaces. For the next two hours they humped an endless stream
of river rock up and stacked it near where the fireplaces would go. They
were feeling pretty good about themselves when Jenny and the girls
showed back up. Jenny took one look at the makeshift ladder they were
still using to access the second floor and pointed out that if they'd
finished the stairs first they could've hauled the rock up in half the
time.

Sheepishly they decided to call it a night and headed back to camp.
Supper was homemade pizza. Just about every topping ever put on a pizza
was there plus a few probably making their debut. It was hot, messy and
very very good.

Afterwards a spring romp was definitely in order. They gathered their
gear and trudged down for a welcome soak, soak being a relative term
since the children had not worked all day and now wanted to use up their
excess energy on the adults. They rolled and splashed and tossed and
splashed for the better part of an hour then before Jenny gathered her
brood and headed up the hill.

Alone, Carl and Arron relaxed in the soothing warmth. The younger
Winter's even produced a six-pack of cold beer he'd been hoarding.

Carl belched, "too bad this spring doesn't have a thermostat."

Arron lowered his beer, "Why's that?"

"Bro it ain't going to be much longer before were going to be looking
for a cool spot to splash around in at the end of the day."

The girls were making 'smores' when they finally trudged back up to
camp. Rachel seemed to have caught on quickly. She had almost as much on
her as in her. Carl shot his wife a dark look but Jenny just grinned and
waved a travel pack of wet wipes.

Sated and full of sugar the children were sent off to ricochet around
Arron's tent while the adults cracked a decent Rose' that Jenny had
purchased. When the first bottle was gone a second appeared. It wasn't
long before they were all feeling mellow.

Jenny and Carl were soon cuddling and giggling. From the looks Jenny
occasionally shot his way Arron expected an invite to join the night's
festivities but it didn't materialize. Instead Carl stood and threw his
giggling, half drunk wife over one shoulder and bid his brother good night.

Arron sat and felt sorry for himself for a few more minutes while he
finished off the second bottle then headed for his own tent.

He could see nothing in the gloom of the tent after stepping inside but
he did hear giggling. He turned and zipped the door closed then crouched
down and flicked his lighter. The sight that greeted him in the pale,
yellow light should not have been a surprise but it was. He rocked back
on his heels and shook his head, an action that set off more giggling.

Rachel and Lena lay atop their respective sleeping bags. Both were naked
and had their legs spread wide, the better to present their bald little
chocolate and marshmallow smeared twats to him.

He put the lighter away and quickly stripped, boots, pants shirt and
accessories flying about at random. He was crawling toward Rachel when
Lena intercepted him. She arched like a cat over her sister, her pale,
sleek nudity glowing in the night. She kissed Rachel's flat chest then
trailed her tongue down to play in the child's navel. She turned to look
at him then spoke in an innocent little girl whisper that still managed
to carry a trace of huskiness, "You don't get this pussy. This pussy's
mine." So saying she raised her sister's thin legs and rested them on
her shoulders then lowered her face to the four-year-old's plump,
confection covered cunt. At the same time she thrust her own round
bottom in the air and spread her legs so the bald roundness of her own
chocolate coated twat peeked from between her thighs. Her sexy little
bottom waved like a flag as she began to suck her baby sister off.

Groaning, Arron captured that captivating little rump and brought his
lips to the cool smooth, softness of its rounded cheeks. He nuzzled and
kissed before drawing a measure of six-year-old butt into his mouth and
gently biting. He dropped his nose into the child's rounded cleft and
drug it up and down her crack. His tongue followed, tracing the path
from the small of Lena's smooth back to the artificially sweetened rise
of her immature mound. He retraced his path, this time circling her
little pink pucker before sealing his lips over it and giving a little suck.

He backed off and dropped lower. Lena squealed into Rachel's pussy when
without warning he sent his tongue spearing between the lips of her own
twat. He fucked it in and out a half dozen times then open his mouth and
covered the whole of her tiny mound. He sucked each thick lips into his
mouth and nibbled it a bit then got down to some serious child
molesting. Lena moaned and squealed into her baby sister's cunt as Arron
ravaged hers. When the chocolate and marshmallow got to be a bit much he
moved back up to her tight little bottom and ate baby ass for a while.

Lena seemed to like that idea. She briefly raised her head and rolled
Rachel onto her side giving her access to the four-year-old's bottom.
The younger child groaned when her older sisters tongue slid between her
soft cheeks and deep into her butt.

Lena began to hump her trim little ass at Arron's face, pushing his
tongue deeper into her charms. Her squeals were nearly continual now and
she was ravishing her sister's ass. Sensing she was close Arron used his
tongue to push her resilient lips aside and went digging for her tiny
clit. He found that small point of hardness and began battering it with
his tongue.

The result was quick and decisive. Lena screamed into Rachel's baby sex
and tried to shove her uncles head up her own tiny twat. He hung on as
she crested, sucking her clit and fingering her bottom hole to draw out
her orgasm.

Rachel had been laying quietly, only an occasional whimper betraying her
own pleasure. Now she grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face. As
her sisters screams into her baby twat set off her own cum the
four-year-old vented her pleasure into the foam filled sack.

Arron kept Lena up for long seconds then released her little clit. He
dropped lower and licked up the tiny amount of tasty baby cum that oozed
from her abused slit. The six-year-old collapsed like a puppet with cut
strings, sliding off her sister's body to lie comatose on her side.

Arron surveyed the two children for a second then gently eased each back
onto their own sleeping bags. He slid between them and rolled onto his
back. His hand found his rampant cock and managed a dozen strokes before
a pale hand reached out and stopped him.

"Mine!" Lena hissed and crawled up till her head rested on his thigh.
She gently disengaged his hand from his cock then began to lick his
balls. He stared at her as if he'd seen a shade emerge from a tomb for a
moment then lay back and enjoyed her oral ministrations.

After basting his testicles thoroughly the child slid upward to give
equal time to his throbbing cock. Her questing tongue slid over taut
cock flesh in a meandering path that finally took her skittering across
the precum wet curve of his cock head. She licked up all of the sticky
seepage then sent the tip of her lapper questing into his urethra for more.

Finally she rose up and let her lips part, letting his thick cock force
her jaws apart as it slid into her tiny mouth. She paused a moment with
just the head inside and then began to bob up and down, her golden mane
caressed his shaft and pooled on his thighs as she blew him.

Soon his dick was questing at the back of her throat. His head just
kissing on each down stroke. He groaned, feeling his balls bubble in
warning and anticipating a fantastic cum when she varied the routine.

On her next down stroke Lena paused with his head just touching the back
of her throat. He felt her take a deep breath around the mouth filling
mass of his dick. Then suddenly she was pushing again, trying to take
him deeper. He felt his cock head pushing into the tight restriction of
her throat as she tried to swallow him whole. She gained perhaps half an
inch before her gag reflex proved to much. She choked and began to cough
around his cock. Even as she tried to pull off the spastic massage of
her spasming throat, along with the idea that this six-year-old had just
tried to deep throat him, proved too much.

Arron groaned and fired a mighty pulse of sperm into her throat. That of
course only made things worse for Lena. A good portion of cum went down
the wrong hole. His dick slurped obscenely from her mouth as his little
niece collapsed in a coughing frenzy. The remainder of his cum painted
her face and fired into her hair.

As soon as he recovered Arron gathered the child up and rocked her as
she coughed and shook. He fumbled behind him till he found a flashlight
and turned it on.

Tears were running down Lena's cheeks and her hair and face were a cum
covered mess. She had stopped coughing but was still having trouble
drawing breath.

He spied a pack of towelets he kept shoved in the tent's utility pocket
and pulled them out. He rocked and cooed the child as he cleaned the
congealing spunk from her pretty face. The hair proved another matter,
the towelets just weren't up to the task. He finally had to retrieve a
damp towel and nearly sponge the cum from it.

By the time he had finished Lena had recovered. She looked sheepish when
Arron tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes. He leaned in and
kissed the tip of her nose. "You're a wonder honey, but what on earth
made you try that?"

She shrugged her thin shoulders. "I just wanted too." She sniffed, "I'm
sorry I messed it up."

Arron pulled her naked body into his arms in a gentle hug. "Oh baby, you
didn't mess it up. It felt fantastic." He pushed her back and grinned at
her, "at least for me."

After a moment a slight smile touched her lips, "you liked it?"

Arron mussed her cum damp hair. "I liked the feeling. I didn't like you
curled up on the floor trying to cough up your spleen. There's grown
women, lot's of them, hell most of them that can't do that. I think you
better hold off till you grow a little."

"I wanted to see if I could do it, you know, deep throat you."

"And I appreciate it." He pulled her back into his arms and gently
kissed her lips, "but I don't want you to hurt yourself trying."

"Can I try again sometime?"

He shook his head and grinned. "We'll see sometime. For now it's bedtime."

She cocked her head and smiled up at him. "By the way, what's a spleen?"

It was only after the light was out and the children gone to the land of
nod that a thought surfaced at the back of Arron's sleepy mind. He'd
never told her it was called deep throat.

A violent thunderstorm rousted the camp before dawn. Lightning stabbed
and the rain came in solid sheets that obscured everything more than ten
feet away. The gusting wind tried to tear the tent up and send it flying
and drove frigid droplets of water through every seam an pore of the
fragile fabric structure.

The girl's were terrified. Arron got them dressed then the trio huddled
as nature bellowed and roared. More than once they heard cracking and
thumping sounds as the wild tempest tore branches from the tree's and
sent them crashing to the ground. One distant thud sounded loud enough
to be a whole tree coming down. Lightning stabbed and strobed, the boom
of the thunder a long tearing sound if the strike was distant. A heart
stopping 'boom' when it was close.

The fury couldn't last and within forty minutes had tapered to a steady
rain with occasional distant flash. Arron got the girls into their
ponchos and the three ventured out into the dismal dawn.

Smaller branches and parts thereof were scattered through the camp. The
dining fly was partially down, having collapsed over the table. All
three of the tents seemed to have survived though the stretching of
their sodden lines made them sag, they seemed tired and bedraggled.

Carl and Jenny joined them and the two men set to righting the dining
fly while Jenny gathered the girl's for a trip to the privy. It didn't
take long to repair the damaged fly, the stakes had pulled out and there
was a rip in the screen but other than that it was fine. They got it
restaked and were inside gathering all of the implements that they
wayward fabric had swept from the table when the females returned.

The privy had vanished in the storm. They all trudged out for a look.
There was nothing left but a water filled, and rather evil smelling hole
in the ground. Not even the heavy timber seat or its support remained.
Jenny took the girls off to the woods. Joking, the men folk set to
building another crapper. The old one had been getting rather full anyhow.

By the time they had selected a spot and invested several hours labor
and another tarp in it Jenny had managed to get a breakfast together.
They ate then took time to fill in the old privy hole before setting off
for the house site.

It had been a whole tree, a big one too. The old pine lay across the
road, its root bundle rearing the height of the truck. They got out and
surveyed the fallen giant then shrugged and clambered over it. They'd
just have to walk the rest of the way.

Arron approached the house with apprehension. The unfinished structure
was simply not that strong in its current state. It was with
considerable relief that they emerged from the forest and found it still
standing.

A quick survey found no damage at all. The skeletal dwelling had come
through the blow with nothing worse than a scattering of tree parts
across its rough floors. Most of the tarps that had covered the various
power tools were MIA but two of these were found plastered against a
basement wall of the house. Arron made a mental note to start securing
the damn things.

A good portion of the day was spent in clean up. The tree blocking the
road was sectioned then drug to the house site to await its appointment
with the mill. Arron dried the electrical parts of the generator and
welder as best he could then crossed his fingers and fired them up.
After letting each run without load for several minutes he tried them
out, both worked perfectly. He checked out the mills motor and drive
with the same results. They had been very lucky.

They lunched on sandwiches then got back to work. By now the rain had
stopped and the sun put in an appearance. They swept the puddles from
the houses two floors and left the raw wood to dry on its own. With
nothing more powerful than push brooms it took several house to remove
the water from the basement but with persistence they managed to shove
most of it out over the sill of the big door opening..

It was later afternoon when Arron slumped against one of the basements
dank walls and lit a cigarette. Outside the Ram clattered to life. Carl
and Lena were headed back to camp to get some towels to aid in the
drying out process.

He had just taken his first luxurious drag when Rachel stepped up and in
one motion opened his shorts and let them drop to the wet floor. He was
still trying to formulate a response to this when the tiny four-year-old
engulfed his dick and began to suck. Her raven hair bobbed pertly as she
got into the rhythm. She looked into his eyes as she sucked, her liquid
brown eyes empty of guile. Groaning, he closed his own eyes and listened
to the Ram rumbling off into the distance.

Rachel had gained greatly in skill and soon he felt his nuts begin to
rumble. The child was full stroking his dick, the head kissing the back
of her throat on each stroke. Unlike her sister the night before Rachel
didn't pause to prepare, one second he was enjoying her talented
sucking, the next he gasped and opened his eyes as the child tried to
jam his cock down her throat.

She retreated coughing after a moment. Luckily for her he wasn't on a
hair trigger like the previous evening so she didn't inhale a lung full
of spunk. Unlike the previous evening she returned to the attack. Arron
gasped as he felt the silky membrane of her tiny throat slither around
and massage his prick. Again she had to back off in a coughing fit.

Arron held his breath as she bore in for a third try. This time she
paused with his dick in the back of her mouth. He saw her eyes cross as
the child tried to focus on his pubic hair, her little brow furrowed in
concentration. After a moment she inched forward till his cock again
pressed against the back of her throat, this time however he felt that
muscular tube ripple as she swallowed. Another half inch of dick slid in.

Her node flared as she took several breaths then she again applied
pressure, another swallow and another length of cock vanished between
her lips. Arron groaned and fought not to cum as her tight, hot throat
encased him. More pressure was followed by another swallow and suddenly
the tightness around his prick head eased. Like a piston in a well oiled
cylinder the last inch and a half of Arron's cock slid easily past the
four-year-old's lips. She came to rest with her nose in his pubic hair,
her brown eyes twinkled up at him in triumph.

She enjoyed her victory for a moment then pulled back, he groaned as the
entire length of his now throbbing prick slid out of her mouth. She
regarded the glistening length for a second then after planting a chaste
kiss on the head again engulfed it. She went the entire way, this time
swallowing rapidly so his cock was treated to a string of muscle pulses
as it slid into her throat. He groaned, bright colors flashing before
his eyes and tried to keep his knees from buckling. Again she came off
and again she drove in.

The third trip into her magic throat was one too much. As her esophagus
again nibbled past his head he painted the child's tonsils with a mighty
blast of steaming cum. Rachel took two more in her throat then backed
off to let him fill her mouth with spunk.

As his balls emptied Arron's vision grayed out. With the last weak pulse
his knees finally gave way and his bare butt slid down the rough stone
to come to rest on the chill of the damp floor. His wilting cock pulled
from the child's mouth and followed.

When he finally looked up it was to see a smiling Rachel looking down at
him, the child's cheeks were slightly puffed out and she swayed from
side to side in a toddler's dance. When she caught his gaze the
four-year-old opened her mouth to display the milky lake of cum inside
then swallowed it in a single gulp. She immediately belched, an act that
set her to giggling. A moment more and she turned and wondered off
across the cellar in search of further amusement.

Shaking his head Arron climbed unsteadily to his feet and pulled up his
wet shorts. He had just re-lit his forgotten cigarette when the diesel
clatter of the Ram again appeared in the distance.

Just before dark the rain returned, undoing the drying out part of their
cleanup. Chagrined and a little disgusted at the fickle face of mother
nature they made their way back to a cold supper. A spring romp always
seemed to lift disgruntled spirits and that stinky little hole worked
its magic again this night. They splashed and laughed until all were
thoroughly wrinkled then headed back up the hill.

The rain had stopped as they played and with superhuman effort and a
mayonnaise jar full of 87 octane Carl and Arron managed to get a fire
going. It was soon blazing high as the wood dried out. Jenny prepared
cocktails for the adults and cocoa for the girls. The latter was
generally a before bed snack for the kids since it tended to make them
sleepy. This night it failed to work, they were still zipping around the
fire like a pair of spinning tops. A rare second ration of cocoa was
issued to each and within minutes Lena was nodding on her father's lap
while Rachel attempted to burrow into Arron's armpit. He managed to
catch a triumphant looking Jenny's eye. She smiled and mouthed one word,
'Cognac'.

After the tired and now half soused children were put to bed Jenny fixed
another round of drinks for herself and the men. She was in an amorous
mood and flirted with them both but to Arron's surprise it was his lap
that she finally oozed into. Through the crackling flames a grinning
Carl saluted with his glass as his brother and his wife locked lips in a
passionate kiss.




    

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