ONE BIG FAMILY

     Little Monica always wondered why her daddy always said “go out and play with your brother and sister.” Even though she was an only child, when she asked her father why he always referred to the children of the woman with the ‘big bumbum’ as her brother and sister, he would say “we are all children of the Good Lord, and that’s why they are your brother and sister too.” 

     Monica’s mother smiled overhearing this, it was a worthwhile lesson her husband was teaching their daughter, indeed it was this mindset that saw Joe defy his parents’ expectations and tie the knot with a poor farmer’s only child.

     Joe had inherited his parents’ farm when they died, and decided to venture into something that had been only theory in academia – co-op farming, where a plot of land was divided amongst different farmers who paid rent to farm on their allocated plots of land. In the midst of unforeseen circumstances, it assured the landowner of income in the form of rent even if the farming season was not a good one.

     The books were in black with each rent paid in at the beginning of the year. But while income was assured, it depended much on the farmers’ ability to make sales of their produce. The contract clearly stated that only cash was to be the means of paying rent, but when the rumor leaked that the oldest Farmer on the farming plantation, Mr. Jones had paid his rent using crops in lieu of cash – the farmers, both those who could pay with cash and otherwise thronged the office of farm owner, Joe…perhaps they could partake in this new alternative.

     Mr. Jones was the last connection between the new arrivals and the ones who had been farming on the land as at the time of Joe’s late parents; he was also the De facto Head of the Farmers’ Association and had recently remarried after his first wife left him, having caught him fucking Susan the big buttock woman his wife had employed to assist her in the farm as her husband was getting too old to plow the land; Susan his second wife was loved and hated by both genders on the farm, mostly loved by the men who would steal glance at her thick derriere as she ploughed her husband’s plot, it was for this same reason the women loath her.

Yet in all these, Susan remained faithful to her husband, it was easy, there was an unwritten rule amongst the farmers – no one fucks the others wife, if this rule was ever kept was another matter entirely, as somewhere were ‘richer’ than their co-farmers.

Monica’s mother had berated her husband for giving such a concession “I can’t imagine why you’d give Susan’s husband such a concession.” Monica’s mother said sarcastically, implying her husband had done so perhaps a favor to the heavily endowed woman, but no Joe had not, he had done it out of consideration for the elderly farmer.

But that suggestion was a seed, and in farming, it all begins with a seed planted on fertile ground and it grows and germinates. Joe did give a reasonable defense of his actions – Mr. Jones was an old-timer and really wasn’t as productive as the other farming tenants.

While inspecting the land on a Sunday, Joe turned to his Personal Assistant and Nephew, Simon, “who is this Susan, I have been hearing about?” – Simon seemed surprised that his Uncle would ask, but he answered that she was Mr. Jones’s second wife. The landlord thanked the young man for his answer, and they continued on with the inspection, having had his curiosity satiated.

Some days later and in an act of self-advancement, Simon lied to Susan that Joe, his Uncle wished to meet with her and immediately for that matter. As soon as Susan entered the office, Simon left, leaving a bewildered Joe looking at Susan with no words and Susan looking at Joe with none either.

Some time passed and the door of the office opened.

Joe came out first, looked around and then went back in; Susan then followed, wiping the sweat off of her forehead, she adjusted her dress around the hips, pulling it up slightly before adjusting her dress again but this time underneath her armpit before wiping her mouth with her right, she took a deep breath and made a quick walk back to her home.

Joe sat on the chair and looked at the scattered papers and overturned furniture on the floor before his eyes locked onto the wet stain on the desk that had created a shape of two halves, he followed it with his eyes before seeing some drops of semen on the floor then he heard his wife’s voice in the distance “Shit!” he said as he rushed to clean up his office.

Susan fetched a bucket of water and made her way to the bathroom “it’s that time of the month?” a nosy neighbor said, Susan smiled and nodded at the elderly woman who lived with her son and continued on.

As Susan poured the cold water over her body, the memories flooded back as she gently massaged her breasts – she pleading for the man ramming his cock in her pussy not to cum in her, and minutes later, damning the consequence and begging the man to unleash a torrent of thick, creamy life-giving cum, deep in her inner sanctum and the man declaring her pussy better than his wife and that he’d leave his wife for her “na so.” Susan said to herself, washing semen off of her inner thigh.

Joe acted cold towards Susan, responding to her greetings in public as he would any other farmer; she couldn’t blame him, he had her cheap but then his cock was sweet, sweeter than Mr. Jones’s aged cock. Maybe she should have charged for the fuck, but only prostitutes collect money for sex, Susan reasoned. “Good day Mr. Joe, please I lost the account details…” Susan said waylaying the man as he walked towards his destination, “I haven’t gotten the new one, when I do, I will send for you to come and collect it.” Joe answered, aware that others were eavesdropping even as they worked on their plots.

Joe wanted the only other connection between him and Susan, gone, not gone-murdered, but gone far away not to be any cause of trouble. And so when Simon listened to his Uncle in the presence of his wife, talk about his need to return to school, the young man could guess why. But he was not about to sacrifice furthering his education just to be a Pimp and so he left for school.

The following week, Joe informed Susan that the new account details were available for her to come and pick up – surprised but happy at the possibility of having her pussy pounded by Joe’s cock, Susan made her way together with Joe to the Farm office.

“They’re not mine!” Mr. Jones screamed as the heavily pregnant Susan ran out for dear life. The elderly man had to be restrained, a medical doctor sent by Joe came to examine the 70 year old “early signs of dementia.” Was the conclusion, “he will need to be given drugs and kept under observation…” The medical doctor concluded as concluded prior to his visit.

The twins were born not long after and even though Mr. Jones wished to see them, assuring everyone that he was okay – Susan was not willing to have her husband close to the twins, something that Joe agreed with.

Many years later…

Just after Monica’s 18^th birthday, Monica’s mum sent for her “it is time you know the truth.” The woman with tears in her eyes.

“I know mum, I always had an idea, but I always knew…” Monica said as her mother looked on in shock, “and that’s why I started bullying the bastards.”

THE END.