Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14

... and Lindsay had slowly been working on a nearby room over the past two months, transforming it into a nursery for the next two little ones who came along. They were not quite finished yet, but Amy seemed ecstatic at the progress Devon and Lindsay had made in the new room. * * * Following a healthy and delicious breakfast in the morning, I held my glass of orange juice close and strolled toward the open sliding glass door in the master bedroom. An arid breeze laced with the sharp aroma of blooming apple trees and freshly mown grass ruffled the curtains as I stared out at the expanse green of our farm on this bright, clear morning. Cows grazed in the distance. Three pigs rumbled around their fenced-in area with their fluffy ears flapping as if they were flying. Ducks frolicked and played in the large center lake. Trees swayed in the wind while a lone eagle tottered overhead. A young man and woman were in the pick-your-own-fruit area with two full baskets of product. I stepped through the doorway and slid into a comfortable chair at the table on the deck which was attached to our third-story bedroom. The drone of the approaching mower muffled out any melodies that a group of birds were singing nearby. I still smiled and waved at the laborer, a trusted employee here for eight years, as he made one last pass on the riding lawnmower, smoothing that sloping green carpet next to our mansion, putting the final touches on the grid pattern he had so effortlessly created. Off to the ...

... left side, in the distance, my smile became even wider once I noticed Trish and Lindsay were working in their own private garden. A very small strawberry and vegetable garden tucked away in the corner of the yard, near the picket fence, Trish and Lindsay grew tomatoes, peppers, beans, zucchini, cucumbers, squash and broccoli there. It had quickly become one of their little sanctuaries. Trish would surely never get over losing her father, or perhaps even the shock of his death since it was so sudden and completely unexpected (a massive accident involving multiple vehicles). Trish had been feeling pretty down and out for well more than two weeks, so the news that she was pregnant could not have come at a better time. Although I still knew that she was hurting inside because her father was no longer alive, Trish came across as her usual happy and vibrant self in recent days. Perhaps the sheer joy of impending motherhood outweighed the utter pain of losing a loved one for her? For now, at least. But as was often the case whenever I had her in my sights, I focused on Lindsay as she and Trish tended to their garden. Lindsay wore a pair of denim cut-off shorts and a little white tank-top, her torso glistening with sweat as she exerted herself in the garden. She had even tamed her free-flowing, long blonde hair with a red bandana tied around her head - a look that did not fit her at all, yet I found it appealing nonetheless. Lindsay talked and giggled merrily with Trish, although I had ...