Note: This story has mild BDSM references, and heavier incest. If that is something that offends you, please find another story. If that is your cup of tea...
If you are a regular reader of mine you know this is more story and less porn from time to time. Yeah...this is the less porn one, but it will stitch the story together, for the next one...which will be hardcore. Thanks for reading.
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Mom had blown through all of her bereavement leave, sick days and vacation time. It was a blessing to Tammy and I that she had to go back to work. What sucked was we could never leave the house being well, "us". We had to play our old parts. Every time we would go to a grocery store, random people were still offering condolences.
It was worse that now 4 months had passed, and she was beginning to swell at the belly. Tamara however, had just recently gotten pregnant.
"Mom has to ask to be transferred." Tammy said to me one night.
"What to Portland? Salem?" I asked. I liked living in a small town. What small hospital would be hiring nurses?
"What about out east? Like past Bend? Lots of small towns out there!" Tammy suggested.
"Look it up. I'll start looking up real estate agents, see if we can sell the house."
While our slave mother worked a 12 hour shift, Tammy and I discovered a small hospital in the middle of the Oregon eastern forests, and a house that was even more remote. The bad part was the closest decent bar was 25 miles away. Tammy suggested we just build our own in the house, and buy a pool table.
The house Tammy picked sat on a roiling thin river with fresh water fed from the Cascades to the west. With a satellite dish, solar panels, and a single wind turbine. The house would be almost off the grid. The property was dirt cheap, but the improvements would cost a mint.
By the time the house was put up for sale, we had already made a deal for the new property. We sat in limbo waiting for our house to be sold. Mom was now working 14-16 hour shifts on my order, while 6 months pregnant. My sister, now 2 months prego had taken a job at the very motel we lived in for free board and $300 a week. I had our belongings moved to a storage unit a few miles from our new home.
Waiting for the house to sell was painful. The three of us in a two bed motel room with a kitchenette, shitty wi-fi, and worse cable. My poor slave mother, was asleep most nights before she could get her socks off. I wanted our baby to be healthy, but mom begged me not to take a job. Tammy parroted her requests. I was the Master.
Our agent told us that she may have a couple that was interested. The offer was $10k less than the reduced price. Tammy put the house on the market at $300k. We dropped it to $250k after a couple months. After being stuck in the motel for 9 months, and a newborn girl with us, Tammy dropped it to $240K.
The offer was $230k. We took it. We handed $200k to the owner of the land we wanted. The leftover would have to get us water, and electric first.
There was no wiring. It was a true log cabin in the woods. There was no plumbing. After we moved in we blew through the 30 grand...well like water, and FOR water!. The plumbing was installed. The water pump ran on a windmill. If there was no wind, the cistern would have to be hand pumped. At least we had a concrete cistern dug for our money.
No electric. No satellite dish. The TV, and computers were nothing more than paper weights. Tammy found a job near the hospital in a restaurant. She managed to match up her hours with my mom's so they could rise in and home together. I was home with the infant who, after 3 months of being alive, had finally, been named Trinity "Sungmehetu Waylake" (Little Coyote). I was the only parent she really knew for most of her first year.
Her little sister, came 6 months later. Tammy took two weeks off after giving birth. She did it at home with the help of mom. It was in that moment I realized that my work was now doubled. I began to admire my wife and slave, as they got to leave the prison of the log cabin, and got away from the constant crying.
Sure neither slept well with the constant pumping they had to do on days off, to keep the milk surplus stored, then being fed on all night long. At least they got to go further then the wood line. That was as far as I could go. I'd cut down a tree, buzz it down to 2 foot sections and leave it to dry, so that later I might be able to split it. If I had a vehicle, I could chain up some of the dead trees in the distance and pull them down the mountain. But they always had the car. When they were home...
I SLEPT.
They both had a Sunday night off. The babies were asleep. The three of us sat in front of the fireplace, all knowing it was going to get cold if we didn't put more wood on the fire, but none of us even willing to mention it, as we were relaxed.
"Mom go outside and get the slightly wet shit from the porch, the embers should be hot enough to burn it." I ordered weakly.
"Baby. We aren't making any headway. We need power. We are spending everything on food and gas, and dry wood to heat this place!" Tammy pleaded. "Mom and I are horny as hell, we need you!"
"I'm beat. Exhausted...ALL OF THE FUCKING TIME!" I barked. I instantly regretted it. The unnamed girl woke and began wailing. Even though she was wrapped in blankets, she might be cold as well as disturbed by my voice. Tammy got up, and picked her up, bring her to the chair next to the fire. The 2 month old quieted as she fed, and was warmed by the fire.
"We need another income." I said quietly.
"It's not happening. We need you home. We can't trust someone to take care of the girls either." Tam sighed. The argument was old. Mom brought in some of the semi damp logs, threw two in the rack, and sat down. She took the little one from Tammy and put her to feed. Mom had more milk then Tammy did.
"We need a European cow" Mom said. Tammy backhanded her for speaking. I tapped Tammy's shoulder, when she looked at me, I waved my hands about, quietly saying in Lakota Sign language..."What the fuck? Knock it off."
"Mom?" I asked.
