Hiring the neighbors twin nephews

My grandparents lived outside of Gatlinburg in a small community called Wears Valley. As a teenager and college student I lived with my pops and Mimi every summer. I drove the tractor, plowed the garden….fed the livestock and my favorite part of the farm were the apple trees. Each year when it was time to harvest apples we took on extra help. There were migrant workers who traveling from farm to farm during various seasons throughout the year. Some of them settled in Newport and worked at the canning factory. After college I worked a few jobs but my passion was being on the farm. Around my thirtieth birthday my grandmother took me to dinner in Gatlinburg and we ate at her favorite restaurant, The old Brass Lantern. She and my grandfather would eat there each year for their anniversary. This particular night my Mimi told me she wanted to tell me she had seen her lawyer and that everything was in place that the apple farm would be mine. I wasn’t surprised, I knew being the only grandson I figured that’s the way things would play out. Six months later Mrs. Ethel Sparks was gone. Stage four cancer was horrific. It was her wish to stay at home and be laid to rest in the family cemetery on their land.

  A couple of months after things settled down I started looking for help. Old man Laws owned the property that boarded the farm. Of course I’ve known this man all my life. He approached me and offered to buy me out. I immediately refused. He grinned at me with a wad of tobacco in his mouth. He knew my grandmother had her affairs in order. Horace Laws made his money when the TVA bought his land before they built the damn and he relocated to the valley between Pigeon Forge and Townsend. If you have ever visited the Great Smoky Mountains….you are right in our backyard so to speak. Mr. Laws told me his twin nephew were looking for work. He made the introductions and the young men walked up on my front porch, extend their hands and we sat in the rocking chairs and talked about the job. These men were absolutely incredible studs. Blonde hair, blue eyes…muscular and country as the day is long. Their uncle called one Silas and the other one Sawyer. I don’t know how he told them apart. They looked to be in their early twenties. I offered them sweet tea or a beer. They both spoke in unison and said a beer would hit the spot, sir. Hell….my dick twitched with their large hands touched mine when I passed them each a cold Coors lite.

  We talked about the chores, pruning the trees, the responsibility of handling the day to day task of the orchard, etc…..by winter we had apple pies, applesauce, apple butter and cider. During the busy season they stayed at the farm with me. We shared household chores….cooking and cleaning. Silas loved to be naked. He would walk from the bathroom to the bedroom. He had a phenomenal cock. Soft about 5.5 inches, uncut and low hanging balls. His twin brother wasn’t bashful either. One night he stood in the doorway of my bedroom which use to be the bedroom my grandparents shared. Sawyer had a towel wrapped around his waist ….asked me if I had any dirty jeans. He was going to wash coveralls and jeans. I stood up and unzipped my Wrangler jeans and tossed them to him. He winked at me when he noticed I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He whistled at me and said….nice Mr. Sparks. I bent over and picked up the jeans and piled them in his arms of his dirty clothes. My cock with a mind of its own started to grow. Next thing I knew he dropped the clothes in the floor…he got down on his knees and licked my big mushroom head. Good god…this guy was a great cocksucker. Within ten minutes both twins were between my legs and taking turns sucking my cock and balls. Silas climbed up my chest and fed me his cock. His precum tasted so sweet…however, we do eat apples a great deal. Fruit is definitely an important part of your diet and especially pineapple makes your cum taste amazing.

  That night the three of us ended up in the shower together…it was a tight fit but we soaped each other up and then went to bed ….we enjoyed more man sex. Each of them ate and fucked my man pussy. I got up the next morning and made coffee, pancakes, eggs and bacon. These boys needed to be fed. Our run of the land was so free and enjoyable. We fucked in the barn….enjoyed the pond to skinny dip even when it was chilly. This went on for months. One day a truck pulled up and a couple of people knocked on the front porch. Silas and Sawyer had gone into town in Sevierville and purchased a king size bed. They were so sweet about it. They said they would store my grandparents bed in the attic…but if the three of us were going to continue to fuck….we needed a bigger bed. After that addition we sat down one night at the kitchen table and discussed knocking out a wall and expanding the master bathroom. I hired a contractor from Knoxville to redo the bathroom.. I swear it was big enough to put five people in. Myself and the twins continued our living together and we were very content.

  One night at supper their uncle showed up with a couple of quarts of apple pie moonshine. Now in East Tennessee making moonshine is very common. And hell…with an apple orchard it’s a given to make your own. Horace was getting a good buzz and announced to us he needed to take a piss. He looked at each of us and asked if we wanted to join him. He grabbed his cock and said ok boys….time to come clean. I know about the bed….the new bathroom…even though he hadn’t seen it in person….I told the twins….pour us another shot and Uncle Horace and I will check out the bathroom. He followed me upstairs and what use to be a bedroom on the right where my Mimi kept her sewing machine and quilt frames for quilting was now a massive bathroom. Horace leaned into me ….his breathe smelled of shine….he asked me…which twin was my favorite. I told him….they both were my favorite. He said, yeah…but Silas is the better fuck. Horace started undressing and he told me….I want the twins to watch him get fucked by me. Don’t get me wrong…not every family in the back hills of East Tennessee participate in family sex…but country boys have been know to screw around. I undressed, Uncle Horace swallowed my cock and the twins were standing in the doorway kissing and walked up behind me and massaged my ass while I face fucked their uncle. The four of us ended up in the shower. I used the detachable shower head and washed Horace’s ass. The twins rimmed their uncle and I got the first go of fucking him. Each of the men pissed on their uncle and we ended up on the floor of the shower. We left the shower and moved to the bed. Horace and I had the boys on their knees and we fucked their asses while they kissed each other. Uncle Horace didn’t want to kiss ….but hell…he did everything else.

  This arrangement went on for a few years. One spring Horace’s wife was killed in car accident. The twins and I convinced him he was free to do whatever he wanted to do. He managed his small farm. He grew a large crop of peanuts and soybeans. However, at least four nights a week he ate supper with us. We cleaned up the kitchen….got naked and sat around the fireplace and enjoyed a pipe or dip. Eventually…as Horace got older we moved him in with us. The twins were the only family he had but he knew they would never leave me. Come to find out Horace and his brother…Isaac fucked around even after the twins were born. The twins mother took off to Washington DC and eventually worked as a secretary at the United States Naval Academy. She filed for divorce and never looked back. The day she caught her husband and her brother in law FUCKING in the barn was the final straw.

  Five years later Horace passed in February due to pneumonia complications. In his last will and testament he left the farm to the twins with the stipulation that we combine the farms and have one family business. Three men living in East Tennessee working the land during the day and working each other at night was not problematic at all. Silas and Sawyer keep nagging me to find help to work on the farm. I eventually tell a buddy at the local hardware store I might be interested in help. My buddy said….man…my son would love to talk to you. He’s a good kid…doesn’t want to move away but he’s not sure if he would fit our needs. Two days later Toby knocked on my door. He was standing with a kid who appeared to be shy and would not make eye contact. Toby said…my dad told me to come see you Mr. Sparks. We shook hands. I asked him who is your friend with you. Boldly Toby said, this is my boyfriend William, but most folks call him Will. Will was from Memphis and had moved to Knoxville to attend the agricultural college at the University of Tennessee. His interest was bioengineered food, aka…with a focus on apples. I welcomed the boys to come in and have a seat. Fifty five years ago I had to keep my lifestyle and interests very guarded and here these young lovers are gathered around my kitchen island just as proud of who they are and most importantly….they love each other and have a love for farming and apples. Of course they have sparked my interest. The twins came in and introduced themselves. Sawyer explained to the kids were all lived together and we really don’t need labels to define our relationship. The three of us love each other….the rest of the evening was spent together talking, chatting and getting to know each other. We walked out to the back porch and let them sample our apples. I think we have stubbled on something that might just work. That night in the shower the three of us were prepping for bed. As we got in our love triangle and each of us had a cock in our mouths….Silas chuckled say….why in the hell would you want to bioengineer an apple? 

Hope you’ve enjoyed this story. Many parts of this is based on a true story.