Living Next Door to Heaven 2Introduction to Part IX Heaven s Gate
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After the chaos of Friday night, Saturday seemed like a pretty calm day when Betts and Addison headed for the airport. I loved what Rachel was doing with house plans and just hoped that there would be a way to get it built and all of us moved in before school started. I honestly didn't think so. The insurance company had even objected to paying a displacement stipend because, technically, no one was living in the house at the time of the fire. I was getting a headache trying to figure out how I could keep my casa—my family—together.
When in doubt, ride a horse.
It seemed like others had the same idea. When I got to the barn, only Jingo was in the pasture. Gypsy and Princess were gone. I whistled and Jingo came trotting up to me, nuzzling me for carrots, which I happily supplied.
"Did they ride off and leave you, old boy? Come on in and let's get you brushed up. You're a good old boy." I didn't use a lead rope. I just walked ahead into the barn. At the mention of being brushed, he followed me like a puppy. It didn't take long to get into the rhythm of brushing and talking to him.
"I'm worried, fella. We were all counting on that house. It was going to be the place where we could be together. Now I'm not even sure if we can all go down. Maybe we'll have to spend another year up here and go to the extension. Only that would really scatter us. Whitney and Sora have to be at the main campus for their athletics. Elaine will still be another year in Indy. Donna has two years left at Oberlin. Casa del Agua and Casa de la Tierra will have a place to live down there when the new bunkhouse is built. It wouldn't be fair for all of us to try to bunk with them. Their parents are paying for the house and they are leasing the land from Anna. Temporarily, it would work. But we'd go crazy by fall if we didn't have a place."
Jingo flicked his ears and shook all the way down his spine as I tossed a blanket over him.
"Don't worry. You still have a place to live either here or in the barn down there. At least nothing happened to it." I cinched up the saddle and led him out to mount and ride.
I met Sam and Rhonda in the woods. We didn't stop to play around anywhere but we did tell a lot of jokes.
"So what do they do with chemists when they die?" Sam repeated my question.
"Barium." Both girls looked at me with a puzzled expression. I sighed.
"Don't explain it," Rhonda said. "I want to see if I can figure it out."
"Well, you tell us one, then," I said.
"This is kind of a half-truth," Rhonda said. "It's about my dad. He used to own a donkey."
"You're kidding!" She looked at me with one eyebrow up and I shut up.
"He entered it in a race and it won," she continued. "So he entered another one and it won again. The local paper thought it was great that Dad was out there like a regular guy racing his donkey. The headline they ran said PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT." We all started laughing, but she wasn't finished. "The bishop didn't get the humor and demanded that Dad not run any more races. So he went down to explain the situation at the track. The next day the newspaper headline read BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS." By that time, Sam and I were howling. "The bishop wasn't happy, so he demanded Dad get rid of the donkey. The bishop's wife wasn't particularly happy with him, so she asked Dad for the donkey and he gave it to her. The next day the headline read BISHOP'S WIFE HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. He was apoplectic, which is a word you don't hear in many jokes. He demands she get rid of the poor donkey. She sold it back to Dad for $10. The next day the paper headline read BISHOP'S WIFE SELLS HER ASS TO PASTOR FOR $10. Now everybody had to get into it and the General Council called the bishop and told him he had to put an end to it. So he bought the donkey and took it out to the desert and released it. The next day the headline was BISHOP ANNOUNCES HIS ASS IS WILD AND FREE." We were laughing so hard we almost fell off the horses. I thought she was done, but Rhonda took her hat off and held it over her heart. She looked at the two of us until we took our hats off as well. "They buried the bishop the next day." She put her hat back on. "Which just goes to show that a bishop will live longer if he stops worrying about everyone else's ass and just covers his own."
"Did you hear what she said, Brian?" Samantha whispered to me when we rubbing down the horses. I had to chuckle a little.
"Which time? When she stopped in the middle of the trail and whooped out that 'she got it?' Or about the bishop's ass?"
"I mean yesterday at Dr. McCall's. Just before we left she said she wanted to spend the night sandwiched between her novia. That's us, Brian! She wants both of us. I'm her novia just like you are."
"I'm glad we had that session with Dr. McCall. And I'm glad I'm going to be able to see her again next week."
"Tonight's our night, cónyuge. Our night with our novia."
We finished brushing our teeth and made room for the next wave to use the bathroom. If Rachel's plan flew, the new house would have a lot more bathroom space.
"Um ... Brian?" Samantha stood with Rhonda next to my bed. "Rhonda and I ... we're pretty inexperienced together. We didn't ... you know ... go down on each other while you were gone."
"I thought you said you'd made love Tuesday and Wednesday." I was confused again.
"Yeah. On Tuesday, we just held each other and did a lot of kissing with Courtney. Wednesday, she spent all day teasing me and then when she kissed me in bed she touched my jill and I went off so fast I almost passed out. We kept kissing and just went to sleep before anything else happened," Sam sighed.
"We'll figure it out. Remember, we have to talk about it. We can't just assume we know. Is this what you want, sweetie?" I asked Rhonda.
"Yes," she whispered. "I want to be with the two people I love most in the world."
We spent the night in a slow, easy exploration of each other. I'd made love to Rhonda Tuesday morning and then tore out of town. I guess I'm a bit of a pig and realizing it was a bigger blow to my ego than being displaced was. I'm used to being in the middle when there are two girls in bed with me. Even with Jennifer and Courtney, they both want to be next to me. But when I got into bed, expecting Rhonda on one side and Samantha on the other, Rhonda slid in and nudged me over 'so there will be room for Samantha.' Sam crawled in on the other side of Rhonda and we sandwiched her.
I should have known that. Rhonda had said in Doctor McCall's office that she wanted to be sandwiched between her novia. But my big ego assumed that I would be between the girls. It left me wondering if it was really me that the other girls clustered next to or if I was wedging myself between them. What a prick! I was determined to be aware of what the girls all wanted.
In the meantime, Rhonda got her sandwich. And while she and Samantha kissed and hugged, I gave both girls a foot massage to a duet of moans. Eventually, I spooned behind Rhonda and she pulled me through between her legs before getting me to her very wet entrance.
"Brian, don't stop. Please put it in me. I want to be with you both. Please?"
We never found out if Samantha could make Rhonda climax on her own. While I slid in and out of my new lover's pussy, Sam manipulated her clit. Rhonda must have been doing something, too, because Sam came within an instant of Rhonda. I took a few more long strokes before emptying myself into my lover. Sam and I kept her sandwiched between us the rest of the night.
"You know all my secrets," I whispered when I awoke. Rhonda rubbed her head back under my chin. "I want to be a better person when I am with you. I want to be the person you believe in. I'm just a guy, my love. A teenager. I'm not even sure I'm fully human on one level. I know that when I'm with you, and I see myself through your eyes, I'm so much more than I am any other time. I love you." I kissed the back of her neck. I reached across her and held onto Samantha, too. We fell back to sleep.
I have so much to learn.
I had a refrigerated dough that I pulled out and rolled on the breadboard Monday morning. I'd picked up a batch of early strawberries Sunday afternoon and I had them ready for a new recipe. I was trying for turnovers. I hadn't been able to find a recipe, so I just decided to make one up. I cut the bread dough into five-inch squares about a quarter-inch thick. I put my strawberry filling in the center of each one and then folded them diagonally so they made triangles. Then I pinched the edges and let them rise.
Whitney took me outside to do forms, but we didn't spar. We met Rhonda and Samantha coming out of the house eating toast as they went to Sam's car.
"Hey! Where are you off to so early?" First Sam and then Rhonda gave me a loving kiss.
"Harvey is a slave-driver," Rhonda said. "I'm supposed to run a camera today and follow along with all the instructions Harvey gives the other cameraman. He says I need to know what it looks like through the lens in order to direct my own cameramen." I waved goodbye to them as they drove away.
"I just hope we have a show to produce," I whispered. Whitney gave me a squeeze. I went into the kitchen to put the turnovers in the oven. Rose and Rachel walked in yawning. "Good morning, loves," I said cheerfully. "We'll have breakfast in about thirty minutes, but there's coffee." Rose stood on tiptoe in just a t-shirt and gave me a warm kiss while I petted her bare bottom.
"Cover that up before Harry gets out here, please," Mom said from the doorway. "Did you say there was coffee, Brian?"
"Of course, Mom."
"What are you making for breakfast?"
"Strawberry turnovers," I said. "I hope. I kind of made it up out of the recipe I use for cinnamon rolls. I have no idea if it will work."
"I'm sure it will be lovely, even if not traditional," Mom said. Dad came into the kitchen as I kissed Rachel good morning. I'd carefully turned her away from the doorway so her bare butt wasn't exposed while I petted it.
By the time we were eating turnovers, Jennifer and Courtney had appeared in riding clothes, and Whitney was already down from her shower and ready to go home. Liz had gone home the night before. Everyone had a ton of work to do to get ready for the next chapter of our lives. There was a lot of shopping being done for summer clothes, too. Jennifer and Courtney headed out immediately to care for the horses and take Jingo and Gypsy for a ride. I was thinking maybe I'd ride along on Princess when Rachel tapped me and asked if we could talk upstairs. Rose had gone back up to get dressed after she got her coffee, but Rachel was still in her t-shirt.
Rose kissed me and said she had errands to run. Rachel took my hand and led me upstairs in a very empty house. I wondered if this is what it would be like on the ranch. An hour or two of mad scurrying around and then an empty house. Office. Rhonda needed an office in the new house.
"Rachel, have you considered a production office in the house plans for Rhonda? And it's looking like you have a business going already with NMH. What do you think about just developing Stall One into a regular office?" I asked. I turned to find her naked in front of me.
"That's one of the things I wanted to talk about after we have a shower and make love," Rachel said.
Well, I wasn't going to argue about that. I got into the shower and before too long, I got into Rachel.
"I'm so torn," Rachel sighed. "I love what I'm doing with the house plans and I'm excited about school, but I just want to get married and have babies. I think my hormones are betraying me." I laughed at her a little and that caused another stir where we were still connected.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting a family, Rachel," I said. "But you guys are only eighteen. You don't have any way to support a family. Don't you think it's better to delay a couple years, until at least one of you has a good income?"
"Of course I do! That's the point. That's why I'm going to school and why it's important to build this relationship I have going with Nappanee Manufactured Housing. I just want a little one—or five."
"How about a puppy?" I asked. She hit me. Then she kissed me.
"You really are something, Brian Frost."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be flip."
"No, that's not what I mean. I didn't think of it as flippant. I think ... well, you have Rose, which would be more woman than most men could handle in a lifetime. And Whitney, Samantha, and Liz. Liz needs a harem of her own! Oh, man, can't you imagine that? Jennifer and Courtney. Elaine, Sora, Donna. Brenda and Doreen. Now Rhonda, the love of your life, is with you. And still, when I ask you to make love to me, you treat me as if I'm the only woman in the world. My mind wanders to Doug and Doreen more than yours does to any of your lovers," she sighed. She was moving on me again and we took a moment to change to a new condom. "I feel so special and I know that every one of your lovers feels the same way. I don't know how you manage to make us each feel like we are the only girl in the world when we are with you. You truly are an enchanted prince."
I didn't answer Rachel. Not with words. I kissed her and rolled on top of her as I plunged deep into her pussy. I didn't know how I did what she said. I didn't care. What mattered right now was the lovely girl beneath me. In some other life, I could imagine that I was the one she wanted to have babies with and raise her family. She was intense and passionate. Her soft breasts were a perfect target for my tongue and we began to move faster as I sucked on her nipples. Then she sang.
"Someday my prince will come!"
We started laughing. We were making love with my cock buried to the balls in her pussy and both of us laughing so hard that we were bouncing the bed. And then all of a sudden 'someday' happened and we were both coming and laughing and bouncing and rolling around. I loved this girl.
At noon, Carl, Brenda, Louise, and Sora arrived. We all piled into my car and headed to Bloomington to take Rachel back to Doug and Doreen. Casa de la Tierra wanted to see the foundation for their house.
"How's the packing coming?" I asked Carl. He never got a word in as Brenda and Louise excitedly went on and on about all they were taking to their new house.
"Did anyone think about getting a big bed?" Sora asked. That started another round as they described the California King waterbed they were planning to install.
The foundation slab was set and we could walk around on it while Rachel chalked outlines of where rooms would be. With no walls, the place looked spectacularly huge. We were all excited about it. Doug got Carl's and my attention. He motioned us over by the construction trailer.
"What's up?" I asked. Doug pointed to the top of the electric pole. There was a huge light on it. "Streetlights?" I asked.
"Flood light," Doug responded. "I've gotta tell you guys, it's kind of spooky out here. We've lived in a rural area all our lives, but out here you can't even see the neighbors over the hill. It's so quiet and so dark that it's no wonder that no one saw the fire until it was too late to save the house. Not to mention the fact that the volunteer county fire department is five miles away. We're actually closer to a city fire station, but they don't come out to a country fire unless needed for reinforcements. Your dad talked to Ron this weekend. He had a crew come out and install this light with a motion sensor on it. It's got a pretty good angle on the driveway, but if someone came in over by the fence, it wouldn't trigger the light."
"That was a good idea. It bothers me, though, that you guys are out here alone. There should be more of us staying here," I said.
"It will be better when the house is ready and Carl's casa is here, too," Doug said. "Sunday night with just Doreen and me was pretty spooky."
"I've got nothing going on this week," Carl said. "I'd have to go to town and get a few things, but I'll bet if Brenda and Louise went back with Brian and Sora tonight, they could drive back tomorrow with a couple suitcases for us." Doug nodded.
"We can rotate someone else in this weekend in Dad's camper if you want," I offered. "This is one of those times when I wish there were more guys in our clan."
We set up a tentative schedule and I drove Sora, Brenda, and Louise back home.
"Can we stay tonight?" Brenda asked.
Oh boy.
On Wednesday, we all sang Happy Birthday to Courtney. She was nineteen. All of Casa de la Tierra and Casa del Agua were at the ranch and neither Elaine nor Donna was able to be with us, but the other thirteen of our casa celebrated for a long time that night. Part of the celebration included giving Courtney her birthday spanking. Her little bottom was bright red by the time we were finished, but she'd come three times on my cock and twice on Jennifer's tongue before we quit. She handed me the jar of arnica.
"Butt cream?" she pled. She settled into bed next to me and basically purred the whole time I applied the soothing salve. I hadn't been forceful in my spanking, but nineteen strokes is still a lot for a little girl's bottom to take. I would never do it if she didn't make it obvious how much she liked it. I'll probably never understand.
Everyone wanted to be onsite for the delivery of the bunkhouse the next week. We were all up at four-thirty, eating, dressing, and packing as much as we could. Dad had left the camper at the ranch when he and the moms had gone down. I had the big tent in the back of the Suburban along with all the gear we could stow that was necessary for a few days onsite.
By five-thirty, I had Rose snuggled up beside me, and Whitney snoozing next to Sora in the backseat as we headed south. Samantha had promised to bring Rhonda, Jennifer, and Courtney down to Indy on Saturday. Josh, Cassie, and Mary had jobs and couldn't leave until Thursday afternoon. We were all crazy excited.
The crane arrived first. A massive flatbed was sitting out on the road where they unloaded. Sheriff Donaldson had a deputy stationed out at the intersection, half a mile away, where the trucks would have to make the turn. They'd scouted the route and the drivers all agreed they could make it, but it would be tight. Ron, our contractor, had beefed up our entry and widened it so the trucks could make the turn into the property. They'd carefully reconstructed the driveway with a good bed of gravel that was well-packed. All of us who arrived had to park on the far side of the barn to make sure everything was clear for the delivery. There was a lot of talk on CB radios as they figured out exactly where the trucks would stop, where the crane would take over, and how they would get them turned around and out. The combined size of the bunkhouse duplex was only 1,800 square feet. Each side would sleep three to six people, depending on how they doubled up in the three bedrooms. Each had two full baths, a kitchen, and a great room.
The first truck arrived just after we did. It contained two kitchens, four bathrooms and two master bedrooms. The units in the duplex each had half of the module. The finished units would be 30' square—almost the same as the original footprint of the burned farmehouse. As soon as the truck was in position, the crane swung over the top of it and the crew was all over the place. People were fastening straps to the hoist while others were releasing bolts holding the module to the flatbed. In half an hour they were ready to lift. The crew fussed and fidgeted at the positioning for at least an hour with the crane moving back and forth a fraction at a time while the guys guided the house down to its anchors. The house came down so gently that I didn't even realize it was all the way down until I saw the lines go slack. A cheer went up from the crew and they started disconnecting the straps to slide them out through the grooves beneath the structure.
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