A few days after the long holiday weekend, Bill Mitchell stopped by the farm to visit his daughter Margie. It was a lovely, sunny, early summer day. When he arrived, Ryan was inside one of the ramshackle barns working on some equipment, and Margie was out in the field on a tractor. Her t-shirt was off, draped over the steering column for easy access. She pulled it on over her bare, nicely tanned breasts when she saw her father's car, wiped her sweaty hands on her faded jeans, and steered the tractor toward him.
"Hi Dad," she said. She switched off the ignition and climbed down off the big machine, it's yellow iron ticking from the hot engine's sudden cool-down. "What brings you out our way?"
"Oh, I just thought I'd say hello."
Margie read his face and called him out. "You're snooping on your tenants again, aren't you. I told, you, they're the nicest girls..."
"Landlords don't snoop. It's my house after all, isn't it?"
"Dad, when you sign a lease it's not one-hundred percent yours anymore. You know that. Tenants have the right to use it."
"The lease is for three people. You can't tell me..."
"Let's have a cup of coffee, Dad."
Sunlight filtered in through Margie's kitchen windows, softened by all the green houseplants she nurtured. She shooed her purring cat off the counter and poured two cups of coffee.
"I told you I'd keep an eye on things over there, and I have," she said. "You're right, they've got two friends living with them. Two boys. Now, before you get all wound up about it, Ryan and I have gotten to know them all and they're really nice kids. You know how nice and polite the girls are. The boys are the same way. One's a college student and the other works full time teaching kids sports. The girls are all responsible young women, with their own jobs. You know that."
"So there's five in there? The lease is for three..."
"Dad, it's a four bedroom house! It's no different than a mother and father and three kids. It's better, really. You know how little kids can damage things. And I know for a fact the septic field is sized for a large family. You told me so yourself."
"You've been inside?"
"Yes. Quite often. We've all become friends."
"Well, all right then. You'll let me know if anything looks wrong? I still have a funny feeling about it all."
Bill didn't tell his daughter that the 'funny feeling' came from seeing Kelsey outside the house naked. He'd also found out about her porn career, thanks to his best buddy's google skills, but he didn't want to tell Margie about that either. It would've been too awkward.
Bill left after his cup of coffee, feeling better about things but still with that nagging feeling that something was a little off. Kelsey had just arrived home from work and was the only car in the driveway when Bill drove by. He still felt the need to see for himself, so he turned onto the long gravel driveway and parked by the side door.
"Afternoon, Miss Jonston. I was wondering if you'd mind if I look around a little. Margie'll be mad at me for doing it, but...well, this house means a lot to me and as landlord I've got the right to...
"Sure, Billy! Come on in! How have you been?"
Kelsey's bright, warm smile made him feel foolish for not trusting her. Bill stepped inside, immediately noticing men's sneakers by the door, left there by Austin and Richie. He wondered about all the bathrobes hanging by the door, two short ones like the one Kelsey had on, and two longer, more manly ones. It seemed an odd place to keep them.
"There's often five cars here," he said, getting right to the point, "so I asked Margie about it. She told me about the two boys you've taken in. She thought it might be temporary?"
"Oh. It might be, yeah. Is it a problem? The house is so big..."
"Well, technically the lease is for three," he said, looking around observantly, "but the place looks good. More picked up than I thought it might be."
"Yeah, Charity keeps after everybody. She likes things neat and tidy."
Bill wandered into the kitchen and was impressed by the lack of dirty dishes. His inspection continued out on the long screened porch, where his eyes landed on the new addition to the furnishings — two queen-sized beds, pushed together to make one big soft surface, with rumpled fitted sheets, a few pillows and no blankets.
"You know, sleeping porches used to be popular in Victorian times," he said.
"Oh! Yeah! It's super nice out here. We love it," Kelsey said. She didn't tell him his daughter had dubbed the new play area "the fuck lounge," or that the fresh, crusty stain the rumples were concealing was from a Margie/Austin creampie, mixed with burning intensity just the night before.
From the moment Bill had walked in the door he was distracted by Kelsey's little robe, or rather, the way she wore it. The sash was loosely tied and barely holding it together, and if she was wearing anything underneath it could only have been panties. Her big breasts were quite obviously unencumbered by a bra; they were noticeably loose, jiggly and nippley under the robe's thin, drapey fabric. Bill had seen them bare, at a distance from his moving car, and more recently on his computer monitor, watching Kelsey's porn, with his pants down around his thighs and his hard cock in his hand. She didn't know it, but she'd singlehandedly brought his sex life back from the dead, even if it was only his own single hand that did the deed.
Kelsey caught him looking at her little robe, so he quickly said something to her. "I can wait out here if you'd like to get dressed. I really should have called ahead I guess."
"Oh, No, Billy. It's fine. It always feels good to get out of my work clothes when I get home. Wanna see the rest, Honey?"
Bill blushed for the first time in a decade. "The rest?" he said.
"Yeah. The rest of the house," Kelsey said, smiling coquettishly at the look on Bill's face. Her smile faded when she remembered Richie's and Erin's photographs upstairs, some hanging in frames on the walls and some on dresser tops and bedside tables, all of them sexy and some of them very, very naughty. "We did some weeding the other day," she said, hoping he'd go out through the porch's screen door to the backyard. "Under the bushes and around the trees and the mailbox. Margie keeps the lawn looking real nice."
Bill did as she'd hoped, walking out onto the back steps for a look around. "She tells me she and Ryan have gotten to know all you folks," he said. "That's what I like about country living. Everybody takes care of everybody. It's comforting."
