"The Start of Something New" (closed)

[MarieDavisRPs]

Robert checked with Marie that she didn't find housework women's work, to which she said, "Not at all. And to be honest, I'd rather be washing dishes and dusting surfaces than pitchforking goat poopy straw." She laughed, asking, "Can I use pitchforking as a verb?"

They finished eating, divided the day's work, and parted ways. Marie eyed Robert and Craig as they headed out; she smiled to the teen as he peeked back at her and was tempted to wink knowingly to him but restrained herself. Once she was alone, she returned to the bedroom to change -- closing the window and pulling the drapes fully in place first -- then went to work. Robert had been correct when he'd said that housework wasn't the guys' thing. Every horizontal surface except for the eating and food prep surfaces -- which they used daily -- was coated with dust; corners here and there included cobwebs and assorted debris, likely blown in through opened doors and windows; and everywhere she looked, she found clothes tossed over the backs of furniture, hooks, and more.

Despite the domestic nature of the work, Marie found that she enjoyed it. Oh, she'd done housework in previous positions, of course, but more often than not cleaning and cooking had been secondary to the things she was doing with the orifices in her body. It was nice to work knowing that she was going to keep her clothes on and her masters' cocks out of her.

Marie had continued working energetically for a couple of hours when -- while taking a blanket out to air on a line -- she remembered the quilt she'd stolen and taken out to the briars. Looking and finding the men working on the other side of the house, she rushed out to her hiding spot to retrieve the blanket. It took longer this time around; Marie was doing her best not to snag Carolyn's clothes on the thorns or get them dirty when she had to drop to her fours to crawl.

She managed to get out of the briars clean and unseen, rushing back to the cabin to hide the quilt; she would find a way to wash it later when the men were busy elsewhere. As the sun got close to the line of trees and shrubs paralleling the gorge to the west, Marie called out, "What do you want for dinner, my hard-working men?"

She set about preparing dinner and was almost ready to put it on the table by the time Robert and Craig cleaned up and came inside.

 

[HumanBean]

Robert and Craig had spent many hours over the winter planning this year's planting. They rotated the location of crops each year for several reasons. Rotation ensured that the nitrogen producers and users took turns on any one piece of ground. Different plants had different effects on the soil with regards to compaction and aeration. And moving crops around tended to reduce pest infestations, particularly cucumber beetles and aphids.

They'd rotated the stock animals through the garden area to keep the weeds down between harvest and now, too. Using scythes, they cut down whatever the animals hadn't eaten, which hadn't been much. Today, they spent most of their time putting up the fences meant to keep the animals out once they began planting. Oh, the animals would be pissed about it, of course. And the goats in particular would do anything and everything they could to get into the fenced areas as soon as they saw delicious shoots coming up through the soil.

But then that was what the electric fence was all about. Back before the apocalypse, Robert and Carolyn had used electric to restrain the goats and pigs from areas they weren't supposed to be in. A windmill wired to a small bank of deep voltage, RV batteries provided the power source. Some of the batteries had given out over the years. But really, it only took one shock for each new animal to learn not to touch the wires, so within a couple of days of powering the fence up, Robert could turn it off and all would be well again.

Marie called from the door, "What do you want for dinner, my hard-working men?"

Robert and Craig looked to each other with reminiscing expressions. Carolyn used to holler out to them in a similar way, though, usually it was to tell them that dinner was already ready. Robert waved his acknowledgement of the question, then called back, "Anything you want to cook! We aren't picky when we don't have to do it ourselves!"

They spent another half hour or so testing the electric fence with a high-resistance piece of metal. It shocked them but with barely more than a tingle. Once they were sure the fence was operational, they killed the power, put away their tools, went to the well to clean up, and headed inside after slipping out of the dirty boots, coats, and gloves.

"Smells incredible," Robert said as he entered, looking back to find his son nodding enthusiastically. They changed into clean clothes, helped Marie set the table and move food to it, and sat down for a wonderful meal. "You're going to spoil us like this, Marie. Thank you."

After they'd finished, Robert gestured Marie to a seat near the fire, telling her, "You cooked. We'll clean up."

He and Craig did the dishes, put away the leftovers, and took the scraps outside to the bucket that would feed the stock animals the next morning. Sitting down themselves, the men talked about what they'd done and complimented their housekeeper on how incredible the house looked.

Robert enjoyed looking at his new housemate and fought to maintain his gaze off her delicious breasts and legs. He noticed that Craig had a harder time at doing that, though. On two separate occasions when he'd glanced at Marie's womanly featured, then glanced to his father, Robert had given him a chastising glare that seemed to have the appropriate effect.

"I think it's time to call it a night," Robert finally said after he'd caught both Marie and Craig suppressing a yawn. "It's been a long day, and we all put in a good day's work."

He stood and with Craig pushed the furniture back to make room for the mattress against the wall behind the couch. "Craig will sleep with me in my room tonight, Marie. You take the mattress out here."

Robert knew that Marie might try to fight him, perhaps even offering to take the couch or sleep on a stack of extra blankets on the floor. But he'd insist that she take the mattress and that his son could stand a few nights of ensuring his old man's occasional snoring. "I'm not that loud, really."

"Really?" Craig challenged.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Dinner was spent talking mostly about what each of the three had done that day. Marie found it very refreshing to speak of such things around the table like a family; speaking with Robert and Craig was so very much different -- and so very much more enjoyable -- than conversing with her masters or their patrons had been over the years past.

"You cooked," Robert said when they were each sufficiently full for the night. "We'll clean up."

"Wow, didn't see that coming," Marie said, chuckling. "And I was about to accuse you of directing me toward more woman's work."

She helped them clear the table, though, before finding a seat near the crackling fire. From there, she studied the two men, smiling to them or making playful comments about their work any time they looked her way. Marie found them to be so alike in some ways while also so different in others. Robert was more serious about getting his work done, timely and efficiently. Craig had a tendency of interrupting each new task with a glance Marie's direction.

Even though she probably shouldn't, Marie found herself considering each of the men as a lover. There again she saw -- or imagined -- differences. She imagined Robert as a caring, dedicated lover who lived by the motto ladies first, in this case speaking of orgasms; Craig she knew was a virgin and -- while young and virile -- would probably explode just seconds into serious sex regardless of how hard it fought it. Still, Marie also imagined that Craig would try, try again in an effort to ensure that his lover enjoyed herself as well.

They sat at the fire to continue their conversation, but it wasn't long before yawns were telling the trio that bedtime had arrived. Robert stressed, "Craig will sleep with me in my room tonight, Marie. You take the mattress out here."

"No, no!" she tried countering, saying, "I'm not going to steal Craig's bed from him."

But Robert insisted, and Craig went along with it, either because he knew it was the right thing to do or simply because he knew he had no choice. She laughed about Craig's insistence that his father did in fact snore, then -- as the men laid out the mattress -- she excused herself to the bedroom to don a pair of pajamas she'd found amongst Carolyn's things. When she returned, she caught the look she received from the men, again asking politely, "These are okay I hope?"

The men stoked the fire and blew out all but one lantern, leaving the last one near to Marie with just barely enough wick up for a flame to act as a nightlight. Once they'd left her alone, she slipped into the bed and made herself comfortable. Despite being old, the mattress was still quite comfortable; Robert had fetched a clean pair of sheets and an extra blanket should she need it. She'd expected him to wonder about the blanket Marie had hidden to later be washed and cleaned when they weren't paying attention.

She couldn't fall asleep for the longest time, despite the hard work over so many hours. The strangeness of her new domicile was too much for her brain to simply turn off because it was time to do so. As she stared at the ceiling and listened to the fire crackle, Marie considered how her luck had so radically changed in such a short time.

Eventually, her eyes did close, and her brain did turn off, permitting her to slip off into a deep, comforting sleep.

 

[HumanBean]

Craig was the first to awake the next morning. His first thought was, of course, This isn't my bed, which was immediately followed by Marie!

He rolled to find his dad still asleep. They'd worked hard the day before, so it was possible that Robert could remain asleep a while longer. Craig slipped gently out of the bed and tiptoed into the other room.

He found Marie still asleep as well and stood over her for a moment, simply admiring her. She seemed like such an angel just lying there so peacefully.

As quietly as he could, Craig added fuel to the fires in both the fireplace and the wood stove. Before the apocalypse, it would have been traditional to start a pot of coffee or put on water for tea. Craig didn't know anything about either of those, though, as the family had never had either during his life here.

Still in his wool pajamas and donning his boots, Craig went outside to gather what eggs had already been laid. After that, he milked one of the two producing goats. He put the container of milk inside a larger container which he then filled with water from the well. With any luck, the milk will be pleasantly cooled in time for breakfast.

He quietly stepped back into the house, finding that Marie had awoken while he was outside.