El Rancho del Corazón
26 Home
WE PASSED INSPECTION and the inspector handed Rose the certificate of habitability. We rushed through the cool new doors that had been installed in what had been the barn door but was now fastened securely into the structure, complete with insulation and a fresh paint job. The twelve of us who were there stopped just inside the door. Sarah, Sora, and Whitney would join us this weekend. They’d be finished with their summer sports camps and internship. For a while all of us would be together.
“Honey! We’re home!” I called into the big room. We laughed and cried and hugged each other. Then the rest of the clan crowded in behind us, including Mrs. Gordon and Mrs. Owens. We did some quick scrambling around and gathered up all the paper we’d taped down to protect it from the heavy traffic. It was beautiful!
We led an area by area tour through the whole house for the first time. Most people had been everywhere in the house, but now it was officially ours. Mom, Dad, and Anna were coming down on Saturday and we’d lead the whole tour again. The kitchen, of course, was the first major showplace. It dominated the end of the big room, especially since there was no furniture in the house yet. The open beams and lighting emphasized the fact that in addition to being our kitchen, it was a studio set. The twenty-some-foot curved bar that surrounded the stove-top and prep areas would seat everyone in the casa once we got stools. Hannah, Elaine, and Rhiannon had worked on the design so that we could also have a dozen guests for taping the show and still be able to move cameras around. If we had a larger audience, the overhead mirrors still gave a great view of the prep area from as far as fifteen feet away. It was pristine and breathtaking.
And we had built it. All of us.
We toured the utility room. Cassie and Samantha rushed in with their arms loaded with towels and started three full loads going at the same time. The two forty-gallon water heaters were going to get a workout! I was glad we’d gone with the on-demand water heaters for the showers and kitchen.
We’d accumulated an incredible amount of ‘stuff’ in stalls four and five. A lot of it was furniture that we’d moved down over the past two weeks and that didn’t go to the bedroom. Stall one even had phones and both Hannah’s production desk and Rhiannon’s drafting table in it. Courtney was still hooking up the ‘company’ computer. Stall two was a bathroom that had a long row of sinks and individual toilet cubicles with doors. There was a double shower in the corner if needed, but this was really the ‘guest bath.’ We still debated over whether our guests would be comfortable with a unisex bathroom for the studio. We could convert stall three into another bathroom if it became a problem.
You don’t really realize how big a space is until you are inside it. At various times, this barn had been used for horses, milk cows, farm equipment, and hay. After you cut off the twelve feet that the stalls occupied on the east wall, the room was still forty feet wide. The exposed rafters were fourteen feet above us. From the front door to the kitchen breakfast bar was nearly sixty feet.
In the front corner, to the right of the main door, the stairway ascended one flight, then turned at a right angle to go up to our sleeping area. The railing still had to be installed, but because the stairway was six feet wide, and the exposed part only went up six feet, a railing was not required to meet code. A third of the way down the west wall was a huge stone fireplace. We needed to lay in a supply of wood near the back door. In spite of how rustic it looked, Mr. Thornton had estimated that the fireplace could take the chill off the entire main floor and cut our fuel bills significantly.
Hannah’s and Pam’s mothers had never been invited up to the sleeping quarters and were a little surprised and shocked by what they saw. Most of the room was still empty except the Arabian tent setting at the end of the huge room. The left side of the room included two huge bathrooms and a walk-in closet that would hold clothing for fifteen people. Of course, we only expected nine to be using the closet on a regular basis for the first year. If Cassie, Josh, and Mary moved in with us next year, we’d figure out if we’d really been as generous with the space as we thought. It was certainly possible to open another section of the loft for more storage if needed. We’d only used a third of it!
Pretty green eyes were waiting when I opened mine in the morning. Hannah’s smile lit up my life. Sam was cuddled next to her. I found Nikki and Liz on my other side and Rose lying between my legs with her head resting on my stomach and her hand holding my cock like it was her stuffed animal. I grinned at Hannah.
“I’m stuck,” I whispered.
“They’ll let you go if you whisper, ‘It’s time to bake bread,’ love,” she giggled.
“It’s time to bake bread?” Rose squeezed my cock and eased back so I could slide out from under her. Hannah and I crawled over Sam and Rose filled the spot where I was lying. The four girls rolled together. We stepped over five more girls and a guy to get to the bathroom. I started to grab my robe.
“We don’t need robes,” Hannah giggled. “It’s our house. We can go naked if we want to.”
“Well, we should at least wear an apron while we’re cooking.” We went to the kitchen and Hannah handed me a ‘Brian’s Girlfriend’ apron and tied one around her own waist. She went out yesterday with Samantha, Elaine, and Mary and laid in a huge supply of groceries. First and foremost were bread ingredients.
“I love our new house,” I said. “I wish I didn’t get so emotional sometimes. I feel like I’ll cry when I think about it.”
“I do,” she replied. “I was blind to how much love was around me. I opened the door a little and it all came rushing in. I get so full it runs out my eyes.”
“Hey! How much bread dough do you think we’re making?” I laughed. She’d dumped an entire ten-pound bag of flour into a huge mixing bowl.
“We have twelve people here in the house. Two parents outside. Five people at Casa del Agua, and seven more at Casa de la Tierra. There are five in the trailer. Three more from Casa del Sol will be here before we start forms. We need a lot of bread for thirty-four people.” Holy shit!
“We don’t have bread pans for that many loaves, do we?”
“Make Italian country bread. This is enough for ten loaves.”
“Do we have a baking stone?”
“Welcome to your new kitchen, Brian!” She opened the top oven and showed a baking stone that covered an entire rack! There was a matching one in the bottom oven. “The manufacturer calls them their pizza racks. But the idea is to simulate a wood-fired oven. They actually had a warning not to light a fire in the oven!”
“That is so cool! It’s like having our own bakery!”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Hannah laughed.
We finished mixing the ingredients and Hannah told me all about what the manufacturer had told her about the ovens. They’d asked that if we develop recipes that work especially well in their products that we put together a book that they could package with each unit. They’d cover the production costs! We set the bread to rise and Hannah pulled at me to kiss her.
“We have something else that we’ll be able to use,” she said. “Look over here. I’m thinking that we can do occasional segments where you sit at the kitchen desk and talk about home kitchen management. What do you think?” She pointed at the kitchen desk where there were half a dozen cookbooks on a shelf and a pad of paper on the surface. They’d already managed to get an office chair.
“Wait! Isn’t that your chair from stall one?” I asked.
“It’s just on loan for now. Look. It adjusts for height.” She pulled a handle and the chair rose. “Sit down.” I sat and she turned me first toward the desk and used one of the levers on the side to lower the seat until my knees fit under the desk.
“This will work really well,” I said. “Are you putting together ideas for the kitchen management section?”
“Oh, yes. We’ll talk about that later. Swivel this way.” I turned the chair to face Hannah. She took off her apron and straddled my lap before pulling the strings on mine. She adjusted the chair a little lower. “That should be about right,” she said. She stepped back and knelt between my legs. I was already starting to stiffen when she leaned forward and licked my cock. She just held it and gently licked, occasionally sucking it into her mouth a little and then looking up at me.
“Honey, that’s so… You know you don’t have to do this.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Then I want to do it,” she answered. She obviously wasn’t trying to get me off with her mouth. She was giving me just enough stimulation to keep me rock hard and ready for anything. “Is it all right, Brian? I don’t mean the blowjob, but please tell me if that isn’t all right, too. I mean, is it all right that I’m not… lubricious?” I laughed.
“I will never live down using that word,” I laughed.
“Liz is the only one who can claim that title, I think,” she giggled. “But, you know. Is it all right that I’m not as sexual as your other girlfriends? I like it okay now. It’s really not icky at all. But I don’t run around with my pussy leaking from just thinking about you like all the other girls do.”
“I don’t think it’s quite that bad.”
“You could take any of your cónyuge anytime and anywhere, Brian. So far Liz is the only one that you just drag off and fuck. At least you’ve started asking the others to come to you instead of waiting for them to ask you. They’re all just hoping you’ll conk them on the head and drag them to your evil lair.” she laughed. “You could have me anytime and anywhere, too, but I might not be as ready as they all are. I want to make love with you, but my body still doesn’t work all the time. Please make love to me anyway. Please make me be your cónyuge just like the others. I don’t love you less than they do.” Tears were running down Hannah’s cheeks. She wasn’t sobbing, but it looked like it was just too much to hold in. I held out my arms and she straddled me. I hugged her to me.
“Sex isn’t everything, Hannah. I won’t say it’s not important because I think it is, but it’s not the measure of our love for each other. I won’t push myself sexually on anyone. I certainly won’t make you feel uncomfortable.”
“But don’t you see? You should. Not just with me, but with all of us. And with Rhiannon and Doreen and Brenda. I think Nikki is ready but doesn’t know how to ask you. When did you last throw her down on a bed and lick her to oblivion? She wants you to. Mary has already decided she wants to make love to you at Thanksgiving. Even Cassie wants you to touch her until she comes. No one wants to think that you’d ignore her if she didn’t make the first move. And that includes me, Brian. You should be lifting me up to sit on your cock right now, but you are so concerned that you’ll hurt me or offend me or something that you sit there with your hard cock trapped between us and wait for me.”
“Is that really the way it is, honey? Do you all think I don’t love you because I don’t make the first move? I love you so much and I’m so afraid that I’ll drive you all away.”
“You can’t drive us away. You can only drive us closer. Maybe drive us crazy sometimes, too.” We laughed. I looked into her eyes and pulled her up enough so I could get my cock between her pussy lips. Maybe she wasn’t lubricious, but she was wet. I wanted in my lover. She hissed as she settled down on me.
“Take your time, love. I want you desperately, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I might not be dripping, but I’m wet enough to take you. I love you, Brian.” She lifted herself and dropped on me again. “Yes.” She’d lowered my chair enough that she could keep both feet on the floor as she rode my cock. I leaned to suck her nipple and she whined. She might not be as frantic as my other lovers, but she was definitely ramping up. I knew I wouldn’t last long in her tight, rippling pussy. I stroked her body as she ascended. I kissed her neck. I found her lips and her waiting tongue. I couldn’t reach her feet, but I resolved to give her a foot rub soon and that I would find her other erogenous zones if she had any.
“Hannah, there will never be a day when I don’t love you. There will never be a time when I don’t want you. If I could spend eternity right here, buried in you, loving you, making love to you, it would be too short a time. You are not my fantasy. You are the love of my life. I want you to come, darling. I want you to feel me pulsing inside you and know that is where we belong.” I lifted her leg over my arm and pulled her closer. I repeated the process with the other leg. Now I was driving. I lifted her and lowered her repeatedly on my cock as she mounted. I knew I was very deep in her and didn’t want to hurt her, but I wanted her to know that she was mine and I was hers.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She leaned forward and kissed me, whining in my mouth. When I felt her pussy fluttering around my cock, I released a torrent of come into to her, holding her and kissing her.
Yes.
Hannah gave me a lot to think about. We stayed in that position, connected but not trying for another orgasm, until it was time to punch the bread down. We didn’t succeed. Having come, Hannah wasn’t really interested in trying for another and simply hugged herself to me as I held her. I softened and slipped out of her but we held each other in that position for over half an hour, dozing a little. When I opened my eyes, I saw her looking at me with such adoration that it made me want to weep.
After we’d kneaded the bread and cleaned up our various messes, we went upstairs to shower and prepare for the day. In the shower, we were joined by our various hearthmates, each of whom wanted to show her love with gentle caresses. I was getting a little waterlogged when Cassie and Mary stepped into the shower. We hugged and petted each other and then I stepped out and left the two there while Josh stepped past me and into the shower.
Comments
Please feel free to send comments to the author at devon@devonlayne.com.
