El Rancho del Corazón
15 Storm Warning
TOOLS ARRIVED, soup was served, and I started a fire in the fire pit. By the time we got out there, all three casas were naked. And Sandy. She was cuddled between Rhiannon and Doreen and Doug leaned against Rhiannon’s other side. They weren’t really doing anything. Just holding each other while we enjoyed the fire and our little conversations. Like I wasn’t doing anything, really, with Brenda on one side of me and Rose on the other. Louise was cuddled up to Brenda and Carl was beside her. Elaine nudged her way between my legs but Mary, Hannah, Samantha, Jennifer, and Courtney were all huddled together, too. It wasn’t that cool that we needed each other for warmth. In fact, we were getting a little slippery with our sweat.
Finally Rose and Elaine joined my other ladies as they headed to the trailer and camper. I doused the fire with our bucket of water and wrapped my arm around Brenda as we followed Carl and Louise into their house. I couldn’t help but notice that Sandy went with Doug, Doreen, and Rhiannon.
Brenda had at least one orgasm at the hands or mouth of each of the three of us. She was panting and as excited as I’d ever seen her.
“Do you still want this, lover?” Louise asked as she kissed Brenda some more.
“Yes. Yes. You promised. I’m ready!” Brenda was squirming and the waterbed was sloshing under us.
“What did you promise her?” I asked, laughing at her antics.
“To make her airtight,” Louise said. What? That means…
“Carl?” I asked.
“Hey. No particular rush to cross swords with you, cousin, but for my Brenda… I’d do anything she asked. Are you with us?” I heaved a sigh.
“Just tell me what to do,” I said.
Brenda sucked my suddenly not-so-hard dick into her mouth. Louise grabbed a condom.
“You get to go first,” she said. Carl had a bottle of lube and was working his fingers into Brenda’s ass as she moaned around my cock. “Okay, baby,” she said pulling Brenda back. “Let Carl finish getting you ready while I get Brian dressed for the occasion.” She took the condom from me and just before she put it on me, she darted down and took me in her mouth. “I’m going to be dripping on you if this works,” she said. She grabbed some lube from Carl and greased the condom. Now scoot up to Brenda and get it in her back door.
Well, we’d done that once before, so I knew she could take me. I scooted up behind her and spooned in, sliding up her well-greased crack like I would Courtney. Her asshole was open and my cock caught on it immediately.
“Yes! Push!” Brenda screamed. I pushed and sank into her tight backdoor. Oh God! Now if I can just last until everyone else gets in place.
“Now roll onto your back, Brian, and take Brenda with you. Better grab a tit or two to make sure she rolls with you.” I did as instructed and as we rolled, I’m pretty sure Brenda came again. When I was on my back she scooted a little to make sure I was fully inside her.
“Do it, Carl,” Brenda said. “I’m going to be so tight you’ll think I was a virgin. And so full!” She lifted enough to watch Carl get in position. What a fucking weird sensation! I had my knees bent and my legs outside Brenda’s. Her legs pressed against mine while Carl wedged himself between and slowly filled her pussy. Again, I was sure Brenda came. She lay her head back so her ear was next to my mouth and I licked it, nibbling around the edge. Directly overhead, I stared straight up Louise’s twat as she squatted over Brenda’s mouth. I got splashed, just like she said I would.
I was in her ass, Carl was in her pussy, and her mouth was full of Louise. If I didn’t get crushed, this would be fun. But on the bottom and in a waterbed, I had no leverage nor ability to really do anything but lie there for the ride. Louise grabbed one of my hands from Brenda’s tit and dragged it up to her own. Then Carl started setting the pace. Each time he drove into Brenda, I came out a little. When he pulled back, she followed him down until she was fully impaled on me again. The double stimulus of feeling her slipping up and down my cock and feeling Carl’s cock through the thin wall between was crazy. I was afraid I wouldn’t last long, but I didn’t think any of us would.
Louise’s pussy juice and Brenda’s saliva were running down Brenda’s face and I licked it off the best I could. I had to admit, Louise was pretty tasty. She started sliding left and right over Brenda’s tongue and finally made it far enough over that I could reach up and take a lick, too. She squealed and about every third stroke slid over far enough for me to taste. I couldn’t hold it any longer and started shooting. Carl jammed himself into her as far as he could and let go. Louise never stopped squealing and came down hard on Brenda’s face, covering her mouth and nose completely. Brenda started jerking. She couldn’t make a sound but was convulsing. Shit! She was suffocating. I pulled my arms free and pushed Louise’s butt up off Brenda’s face. Brenda gasped in a lungful of air and passed out. At least she was breathing. Louise tenderly lifted Brenda so she could slip under her and in the process sat directly on my mouth. I was shriveling out of Brenda and Carl pulled back, but Louise started grinding down on my mouth the same way she had on Brenda. At least I had my hands on her butt now and could push her off if I needed to breathe. As long as she was there, though, I clamped onto her clit and pounded it with my tongue. I don’t think Louise could make a sound because Carl was kissing her.
Finally, they all pitched forward and rolled off me. The bed sloshed so hard it almost threw me out. We ended up with Brenda sandwiched between Louise and me with Carl beside Louise. That’s where I fell asleep.
“Where’s Brenda?” Mary asked as we started forms at 6:30.
“Oh, she wanted to make breakfast for us this morning so we’d be ready to work as soon as possible,” Louise said. I chuckled. Brenda could scarcely walk this morning. She sure wasn’t going to attempt forms. Rose started giggling and then Rhiannon. Pretty soon we were all laughing with only Mary and Sandy looking at us quizzically. I was sure someone would clue them in eventually. I finally managed to get them to focus on the forms.
Brenda did have a good breakfast ready for us, though she was moving gingerly. We put together a strategy for how we would attack the first day of the barn remodel. We set up three teams of three to dig in the barn floor, starting at the back and working forward. Three would be on kitchen duty and making sure we drank water during the day. Doreen was at work and Rhiannon went in to Ron’s office to start pulling specs.
We lined up in each corner and the middle of the back wall and nodded at each other.
“Can you dig it?” I yelled.
“I can dig it!” everyone responded. The earth started moving, so to speak.
Jennifer and Courtney were on my shovel team and it didn’t really take long to get a wheelbarrow full of dirt to drag out and dump. We marked off an area about fifty feet from the barn to dump the clay. At this point, we weren’t sure if it would get carted away or if we would need it for fill later. After the first load was out, breaking up the hard clay was easier. There was a place for it to crumble into and we were able to have two people breaking the edges into loose clumps with round-pointed shovels while one worked with a scoop shovel to fill the wheelbarrow. We got into a rhythm. Shovel, dump. Shovel, dump.
I was surprised when Hannah, Elaine, and Brenda brought around water for us and said we’d been working for an hour and a half. We were all drenched with sweat.
“We need to come out more often with water. You guys have been working like crazy,” Brenda said. I looked around and saw that each team had a semicircle about eight feet across dug out. Well, that was progress.
“You all need to lose these, too,” Hannah said, pulling at my shirt. “It has to be over eighty in here. I know you have to have pants and shoes on, but you don’t need shirts.”
Brenda started pulling at Louise’s shirt and before long, all of us were topless.
Carl and Louise were working Brenda out of her shirt and bra as Samantha was pulling at Hannah and giggling. Jennifer and Courtney attacked Elaine.
“We’re on kitchen crew,” Hannah said. “We don’t need to be topless!”
“Are you kidding?” Courtney laughed. “You’re our refreshment committee!”
“How about if we reorganized so that everyone worked on one hole until there was a wheelbarrow load. Then the people with round point shovels all move to the next area while the ones with scoops load the wheelbarrow. When the loose dirt has all been scooped out of one hole, scoops and wheelbarrows move to the next and shovels go to the third one,” I suggested.
“Bren and Hannah have the kitchen under control. I’ll help dig,” Elaine said.
It took us a few minutes to all get coordinated so we weren’t throwing dirt on each other or running into anyone, but it started to work. The guys were put on the wheelbarrows because they were heavy and it was a pretty good trek out to the dump pile and back. We made the trips as fast as we could, but it wasn’t long before there were two loads in a hole instead of one and soon we were filling all three wheelbarrows from the same hole then all moving to the next to be loaded. We were sure getting a workout!
“Lunch!” Brenda called. We all sagged against each other and then looked at Brenda. She was holding a paper plate under each of her tits.
“Woohoo!” Carl and Louise yelled. We all laughed.
“It’s right outside,” Brenda said innocently.
They had a pile of sandwiches and sodas for us and a few bags of chips. We just sprawled on the ground and groaned. It was nice looking around and seeing all those bare boobs, though. I kind of appreciated seeing Sandy’s along with the others. She was sitting next to Doug and he didn’t seem to have any trouble appreciating what he saw either. I wondered where this was going with her.
“It’s getting awful cool out here.” Elaine said. “Look how fast the clouds are moving in over there.”
In fact, the temperature had dropped noticeably since we came out for lunch. We heard a horn blowing and looked up to see Rhiannon’s car tearing down the drive.
“Tornado warnings!” she yelled as she jumped out of the car. “We need to make sure the tents are taken down and everything outside is secure! Ron sent me ahead.”
“Shit!” I said. “Dad’s camper will get blown to hell.” None of us had a pickup so I had no way to move it. We ran to start doing what we could.
“I didn’t hear any sirens,” Brenda complained.
“Listen carefully. You can just faintly hear the ones in town. But they are three miles away and sometimes don’t even blow if it doesn’t look like it will be a direct hit,” Rhiannon said. “The nearest county fire station where there’s a siren is even farther away.”
Another vehicle came down the drive and I recognized Ron’s truck. He pulled up next to his site trailer and started pulling the stabilizers up. I ran to him.
“Ron, is there any way we could load the camper onto your truck and move it into the barn?” I asked. Ron glanced at the camper.
“It won’t fit all the way into the bed of the truck, but we should be able to get it on far enough to move it into the barn. That’s what I plan to do with my office trailer. I’d advise you do the same with your trailer on the pad. Open up all the doors and let’s move the camper first.”
We did just that. I got my Suburban hooked up to the travel trailer. Hannah, Elaine, and Jennifer had the stabilizers up and disconnected the electric, water, and sewer lines. As soon as Ron left the camper in the barn, I backed Sora’s trailer into the barn. I was really glad this barn was so big. We didn’t even back in as far as where we’d dug out an eight-foot section of the clay across the back.
Ron backed his trailer in next to ours and then ran out to secure the power pole with duct tape wrapped around the power and phone lines.
“I gotta scoot,” he shouted. “You kids got everything you need?”
“Where’s the best place for us to weather the storm?” I asked.
“I think you should all stay in the barn. It’s seen lots of tornadoes in its time. I’ve got faith in the new bunkhouse, but I’d still move to the barn if I were you. Nice start on the floor of the barn, by the way,” he said as he got in his truck. He looked out the window at us all standing at the door of the barn. “Nice scenery, too.” He pulled away and we looked around. The girls were all still topless. We tossed up our hands.
“Let’s get dinner moved into the barn,” Brenda said. “And grab all our blankets, too.”
We continued to shuttle things into the barn from the bunkhouse and made sure the camper was level and the tent was set up. The whole time we were keeping watch at the gathering storm clouds. Doreen came careening down the drive in her car, parked next to Rhiannon, and ran for us.
“Are you okay?”
“Doreen!” Doug shouted. “You should have stayed in your office. Are you crazy?”
“Yes! I couldn’t stand not knowing if you were all right. No one answered the phone.”
“Look!” Courtney screamed.
We saw the clouds moving from two directions collide and the distinct shape of a funnel descend.
“Everybody in!” Carl yelled.
“Count off,” I yelled as we started pulling the barn doors closed. “One!” I listened until we reached fifteen. We might not be safe, but we were together.
We talked and joked as the winds whistled outside the barn. The power was out already, but we’d drawn a couple buckets of water so we could wash. I needed to thank someone for that. We were filthy. We all had a joint cold-water sponge-bath as we tried to ignore the hail that started pelting down on the roof.
I woke up at four-thirty and rolled to kiss Hannah. Samantha was plastered up against my side. She wiggled more firmly against me and Hannah smiled at me over the top of her head. Behind me, Jennifer was plastered as close to me as she could get with Courtney reaching a hand over her to touch me. Rose and Elaine had both managed to get their heads on my stomach and took turns licking my cock. Mary was behind Sam, hugging tight. I grinned at Hannah and wiggled my way out from the mass of naked girls. They rolled toward each other and I slipped into the trailer to use the bathroom. When I came out, Hannah was in her jeans and topless. I stopped to kiss and caress her and she sighed softly into my mouth.
“Really not that icky at all,” she sighed. We stifled our laughter so we wouldn’t wake the others. She handed me my jeans and shirt and slipped into the little bathroom. I was dressed when she came out and we pulled on our boots to see what the day held.
“It’s still raining,” I said when we reached the barn door. “Doesn’t look too bad, though.”
“There are some limbs down,” Hannah said, pointing specifically to a big one that lay across the driveway. We’d have to get rid of that before anyone could get in or out.
“Well, I think we have a chainsaw,” I laughed. “Isn’t it amazing, sweetheart? We’re going to have a home.”
“Brian? Will it…?” she was shaking. “I try not to think what will happen. But… Will we have a place to film? Really? I was thinking… I might… I might have to go home.” I pulled her into my arms. After so much and she was still frightened and a step away from depression. So was I.
“Hannah, this is your home,” I whispered. “Not this barn. Not that charred ruin. Not this forty acres. This.” I put my hand on my heart. “No matter what, this is your home. Please, don’t ever leave it.”
I held her and kissed her as we stood in the open doorway with the rain still coming down outside.
“Hey! Close the door!” Brenda called from beside the trailer. She, Louise, and Carl were camped on the left. “Were you born in a barn?”
We delayed forms while Carl, Doug, and I went out to drag the downed limbs out of the drive and get them cut up. Well, we’d have some firewood this winter. We finished the job in time to see Sheriff Donaldson driving in.
“Is everything okay, Sheriff?” I asked. He looked like hell.
“Up all night running to emergencies. Hell of a storm. Are you all okay?” he asked. Sandy ran out and hugged her dad.
“I knew you’d come and check on us as soon as you could,” she said. “Come on inside. As soon as the power came on, Rhiannon and Doreen started making breakfast for everyone.”
I was just glad we’d all put shirts on this morning.
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