The Farmer's Son

[allonblack]

OOC: This story idea is a twist on the farmer's daughters jokes and stories. In this one the farmer's son will be object of seduction. I'll be playing Sam Munson, a 20 year old farm boy. He's 6 feet tall, blonde hair, and very muscular yet lean from the farm work. The characters that are open are my father who lives and works on the farm with me. Rosie my father's fiancee who is moving in to help with the chores and her daughter Ryann, a city girl who is moving in as well. Other roles are possible as well such as Sam's ex-girlfriend and his mother. So if anyone is interested in a role just go ahead and post.

IC: I looked at the pile of dirty laundry in the hall and just shook my head. Since my mom had left I'd offered to do the dishes and laundry but my dad just told me they were "woman's work" and told me to leave the chores alone. I had plenty to do on the farm and was never bored. My workload had doubled since my father's depression had increased. I was a little crushed when he told me he was planning to marry Rosie. He'd had an affair with her during his marriage and now was inviting his mistress to live with us. But I knew it'd make him happy and able to focus on his work so I didn't object. He told me that her daughter Ryann, was planning on moving in as well. Ryann had just graduated from college and was going to work on the farm until she could save up some money to move back to the city.

I didn't really want either of them to move in. I was happy living a bachelor's life and didn't want to have to worry about what a city girl would think of me. I could see it now, especially her making fun of the way I talk, the food I eat, everything about me. I didn't need that. I had a girl whom I loved but she didn't console me like I felt she should when my mom moved out so in a moment of haste I dumped her.

Rosie was what I could consider an average looking woman. I think my dad had strayed because of her mostly because she would probably do things my mother wouldn't. I had found sex toys and other kinky things I knew my mother wouldn't have anything to do with. So that made me suspect that something was up.

I finished slapping the final coat of paint on the old wooden fence and wondered what Lisa would look like. I wondered also what she was planning to do on the farm as well since Rosie could handle cooking and cleaning for 2 men.

I could see a trail of dust following the black sedan as it bumped and bounced down our driveway. I briefly glanced over my shoulder at the tool shedand thought about hiding there. But I couldn't hide forever so I inhaled deeply and walked over towards the car. I stretched my arms high over my head to loosen them. No doubt I would be carrying a full luggage set full of makeup and other things for the spoiled little city girl. My dad nearly knocked me over as he pushed me out of the way to open Rosie's car door for her.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Ryann Dawson

Ryann couldn’t believe she’d let her mother talk her into this. When she’d told her friends what she’d be doing over the summer they’d all gaped at her in disbelief.

“You?! On- a -farm?” Kyla, her best friend, had snorted. “You and the Scarlet Letter?”

“The Scarlet Letter” was the name they’d given her mother, Rosie, when they’d found out about her affair with a married man. And now of all things, she was going with the Scarlet Letter to live with, of all things, THE married man. Only now according to her mother, the wife had left him, which to her way of thinking served him right.

But as usual, her mom had guilted her into spending time with her. In fact, she’d laid it on super thick with the whole “single mother raising a baby by herself for eighteen years” routine. The other argument Rosie had so skillfully used was the one about too much testosterone in one house, as if that had ever stopped her mother before.

“We need to inject a bit more estrogen into the household, Ry.” Rosie had touted sweetly. “That’s where you come in.”

So despite her best judgment and with all her previous plans laid to waste, here she was en-route to ‘River Downs’, the farm owned by Brent Munro.

After hours and hours of “amber waves of grain” her mother had finally turned onto River Downs Lane. Although it hadn’t seemed much like a lane, it seemed more like miles and that’s what it should have been called, River Downs Mile as it took almost ten minutes to get from the main road to the farm.

Bumping their way slowly down the gravel drive, Ryann had had a chance to take in the lay of the land. A wooden fence led the eye to several outbuildings sitting in a pasture that seemed to go on forever. To her left was a huge three story farm house painted traditional white with black shutters. It had a huge wrap around porch, complete with rocking chairs and she found herself pleasantly surprised to think that she really liked the looks of it.

“Here we are!” Rosie announced as she threw the car in park. And when she saw two male figures headed toward them across the yard she added, “Be nice.”

Then Ryann watched her mother turn on her 1000 watt smile and shine it on Brent who eagerly pulled open the car door for her. She, on the other hand, hung back for a few seconds more. She didn’t know if she was ready for this but somehow that seemed like a moot point now that she was sitting in the driveway with three pairs of eyes watching her through the windshield.

Her mother motioned for her to get out of the car and Ryann reluctantly did as she was bidded. She planted one tan leather boot down on the gravel drive and gracefully levered herself out of her mother’s car. She felt the eyes of Brent Munro and his son on her and knew they were taking in her deep auburn hair falling in heavy waves down passed her shoulders, her ample curves covered by a tight lavender tank and her favorite jeans that fit snugly and were worn in all the right places. She knew this and she ignored it. With a beauty like hers most would say she’d been blessed. But she’d watched her mother for years wielding her beauty like a weapon and she wanted no part of that. It was Ryann’s opinion that beauty could also be a curse.

With the haunting notes of Enya filling her head, courtesy of her pocket-sized mp3 player, she took in the details of the place, drawing in a long deep breath and let it out. She was going to try to like this place; she didn’t know how she was going to do it but she was going to try.

“Ryann, where are your manners? Say hello.” Her mother demanded in saccharin tones.

Ryann rolled her eyes and plucked the ear-buds out of her ears and quietly said, “Hello.”

 

[allonblack]

I nodded a hello to Rosie but she was already clinging to my father as if he'd just saved her life. All he did was open the door for her, geez, talk about overdramatic. I tried not to stare but naturally I was curious what mini-Rosie would look like. As she stepped out of the car I could see she was attractive but looks weren't everything. After all she was more like a potential step-sister than a guest so I knew not to let my eyes linger too long. But still I'm only human so if I could catch a glimpse of her in the shower I wouldn't mind. She appeared to be holding her breath so I waited for the barrage of complaints such as "Ewww it stinks here," and so on. Instead she remained quiet other than being told to say hello.
It was a little reassuring to see her be bullied by her mother. My dad had told me to be polite as well. It felt like a total role reversal was imminent. Most likely Ryann and I would be called upon to take care of the farm while my dad and Rosie continued their mid-life crisis by screwing like college students.

Offering my hand to Ryann, I mumbled "Nice to meet you, I'm Sam. Do you have any luggage you want me to carry?"

She would be staying in the room across the hall from me. I was glad to see she had an iPod because I didn't want to kept up half the night by blaring pop music blasting from across the hall. I planned on making an effort to be nice to her but really I didn't have much to say to her. Being quiet might be mistaken for being rude but there wasn't much I could do about that.

I plopped her luggage down on her bed and told her, "The towels are in the closet, you need to let the hot water run for a little while to warm up and that's about all you need to know. Your mom will probably tell you to do some laundry or cook but if you don't want to do it, I will. Chances are we won't see much of them, usually when she's here they rarely leave the bedroom." I was sure she didn't want to hear the details but I hoped maybe she'd be ally and help me try to break them up.

"Let's see...what else?" I tapped my foot impatiently on the hardwoord floor. "Oh should I know anything about you, like any allergies or anything in case you get bit or stung?" I didn't really pay attention to her answer as I nodded and closed the door behind me. I wondered if she felt like a prisoner when I shut the door, as if she was being punished.