I woke up at dawn, and slowly got dressed as I watched the sun rise over the mountains in the distance. It had been nearly a month since the Howards had moved onto our old land, and that month had not been uneventful for me. Most of my day to day life wasn't all that different. I tended the land the same as I had always done, only now I had to deal with Mr. Howard's dumb comments from time to time. The work was the only part of life that still seemed somewhat normal. What was definitely not normal, was the ever complicated situation I had gotten into with Mrs. Howard, and her daughter.
I did my best to avoid Mrs. Howard, but it rarely worked. She still scared the shit out of me. She was certainly a very attractive woman, and she could suck a cock like no other, but her intensity made her downright terrifying. Whenever she would manage to corner me, she would either drag me off to her room, or to the barn if her husband was around. She would always suck my cock to completion first, always. It was most definitely her specialty, and I did feel rather lucky to be getting blown by such a pro. After blowing me I would fuck her, usually more than once. On one rather interesting day she had been especially horny, and she got me to cum four times in a row. That day she had really showed off her skills. Normally I wouldn't mind at all, in fact quite the opposite. But Amy draining my balls meant that I wouldn't have any for her daughter.
Casey was the total opposite of her mother. She was soft, and gentle, and kind and sweet, and everything else I wanted in a girl. And she was gorgeous. She wasn't hot the way her mom was, all fake and done up. Casey was really hot, truly hot. She had the kind of natural beauty that would have played anytime, anywhere; true beauty is undeniable, and Casey is beautiful. She was the one I wanted, more than I could even admit to her.
I would fuck Casey every chance I got, which unfortunately were few and far between. When I would manage to avoid Amy successfully, Casey and I would have to meet up somewhere. Amy had caught on to the barn. One day she had come so close to catching us that I had jumped out the window wearing just my boxers. I had nearly broken my arm. After that we knew we couldn't go there anymore. Luckily I knew the land better than anyone, certainly better than Amy ever could. I had spots for us to go, but that took planning, as well as time and horses. We made it work though.
The real problem was how much Amy fucked me. I had already not been able to get it up for Casey on multiple occasions, which made me feel like just about the biggest piece of shit in the world. I knew I couldn't tell her the truth, or even a good lie, so I would just say I had worked too hard. I felt like a horse's ass every time it happened. But on the few occasions where I had gotten to fuck Casey without having been with her mother earlier, it was amazing. She was the best lay I had ever had.
Amy's huge fake tits had been fun for the first few weeks. They were new and fun and different, and a hell of a lot bigger than any tits I had ever seen, but after a while that wonder wore off. Casey's tits were perfect. They were normal sized, if not a little bigger than most, but they were shaped masterfully. They were also soft and normal feeling, unlike Amy's whoppers. They did have almost identical little pink nipples though, which I thought was kind of funny. They seemed more different than any two girls I knew, but they were still mother and daughter.
Casey also had a much better ass. Amy's ass was big and round, but felt even faker than her tits. Every part of Amy, from her fake tits to her fake ass to her fake lips, all didn't feel quite right. Her throat felt right though. I'd be lying if I said I didn't appreciate the woman's skills. But I wanted Casey, and I knew I had to find a way around her mother, I just had no idea what that might be.
As I walked downstairs, stretching out my back and letting out a long yawn, I saw my mother at the sink doing dishes, and my father sitting at the table, reading a paper. He looked up at me as I walked down, and right away I knew I was in trouble. There were pancakes on the table, but I thought it better to try and get out of there and have breakfast at the Howards'. I tried to hurry past my dad, but it didn't work.
"Hold up outside Jim," my dad said in a tone that sent a shiver down my spine. "I need to have a word with you."
"Yes sir," I said nervously. I walked outside, and over to my horse. A moment later he came marching out toward me.
"Have you been gettin' into some kind of trouble over at that ranch," daddy said seriously. He walked right up to me, so that I could smell his morning coffee on his breath.
"No sir," I said, turning my head away, "I haven't done anything. I've been taking care of that man's land just like you told me."
"Is that all you've been taking care of?" Daddy asked forcefully, and grabbed the front of my shirt.
"What are you talking about?" I said as calmly as I could.
"I'm talking about that man's daughter," he said, and shoved me against the fence. "You been foolin' around with that girl?"
"No," I said, holding myself up with one hand and raising the other to defend any blows that might be coming. "I ain't been foolin' around with no one."
"That ain't what that man's wife thinks." I felt my stomach drop out from under me. Fooling around with Casey was one thing, but if my dad found out about me fucking Mrs. Howard, I'm not even sure what he'd do, but I would guess at violence being involved. "I ran into her in town yesterday," daddy went on. "She went on about how much help you've been, and what a nice young man you are. And then she says that she's noticed you been spending a lot of time with her daughter, and she didn't seem too pleased when she said it. I don't like it either. Please tell me you're not stupid enough to be fucking that man's daughter!" I, in fact, am not only stupid enough to be fucking his daughter, but his wife as well.
"I'm not daddy," I lied, "I swear."
"So you don't like that pretty little girl?" Daddy asked menacingly.
"Well, I mean sure I do," I said, flinching back before he could swing at me. "She's a very pretty girl daddy, but I ain't done nothing."
"And you better not," he said, straightening out his shirt. "I can't afford to make an enemy out of that man son, and neither can you. Now I don't care how pretty she might be, you're to stay away from her, understand?"
"Yes sir," I sighed, knowing better than to argue.
"Good," he said, turning and walking back to the house, "go on and do your job then."
I waited until he was back in the house, and then jumped on my horse and started riding off to the ranch. This was all I needed. As if I wasn't in a big enough mess between Amy and Casey, now I had my dad to worry about too. If I got caught with Casey, by anyone, I'd be in deep shit. And if I got caught with Amy, well then I might as well just leave the state, because I would be a dead man. It was times like these that I wished that rich city fool had never moved here with his big fancy house and his beautiful horny women.
As I rode over the hill I saw Casey riding in the corral, with her long hair blowing behind her, and I forgot all about wanting them gone. I rode toward her, and she saw me and waved. Then I saw Amy come out the front door and I quickly turned my horse. I rode past the corral at a gallop, and then rode past Amy and out to the fields. I thought I might have heard her call after me, but I was riding fast, and I ignored it and kept riding.
I spent a few hours tending to the land, and then headed back. I still hadn't eaten, and I was beginning to feel light headed. As I rode back up to the big ranch house, I didn't see anyone. Casey and her horse were no longer in the corral, and Amy was nowhere to be seen. I hoped that one or both of them had gone into town. I tied up my horse, and walked up to the house. I didn't need to knock anymore, so I just headed in. I walked over to the kitchen, intending to grab something quick and easy and go back to work. I walked into the kitchen, and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw them both sitting at the kitchen table.
"Hey Jim," Casey said with a pleasant smile, "what's up?"
