I walked through the front door of our small trailer after a hard days work at the mill.
"LeAnne, I'm home!" I yelled in my best Fred Flintstone impersonation.
"I'mβ¦..inβ¦..theβ¦..backβ¦..roomβ¦." came the response. I knew what that meant.
I kicked off my muddy steel toe boots and put them in the bathroom closet. I shed my dirty work clothes in there as well but couldn't take a shower again today since the water company had turned the water off last week because we couldn't pay the bill. Needless to say I smelled like shit and probably looked like it too. I got out of my 3 day old underwear and headed back to the back room where LeAnne was at. I wondered on my way back there who would be with her. When I entered the room, I saw LeAnne there, naked of course, on her hands and knees. On one end of her was her brother, John, with his cock in her mouth. At the other end was Ronnie, her dad.
"Hey John. Hey Ronnie. How you guys doin'?" I asked.
"Been pretty good lately. How bout yourself?" inquired Ronnie.
"Alright I guess. Damn water's been off a week now. But at least the satellite is still on so we can watch some porn."
"You gotta get that water on, man," said John. "LeAnne fucking stinks. Her pussy smells like it done died and rotted out. And her ass, it's so filthy, Daddy could hardly lick it earlier."
"I know, but we gotta have our priorities. It must not be bothering you too much, you still got your cock in yer sister's pretty little mouth," I said.
"Of course I do. Mom's on the rag again and up at the hospital working. She's gotta go make some extra money from those docs up there."
I asked, "How is that going? Those doctors paying her good for her pussy? I'm surprised a 52 year old woman like Charlotte can still sell it to those rich docs who can get any woman they want."