Day Two

The next morning Kayleigh awoke in a far more positive mood. She felt well rested; the result of enjoying a deep, dreamless sleep after her orgasmic experience. Her actions the previous night still made her feel a little embarrassed, but the edge was removed with the advent of a new dawn and the girl looked ahead to her first full day on the Lloyd farm with excitement.

As she sat ravenously finishing off her delicious breakfast pancakes, her uncle looked over at her appraisingly.

"Kayleigh, sweetheart, it's the start of the harvest season now and I'm going to be driving the combine harvester today. I thought you might like to come with me?"

"Oh, would I ever, Uncle Bryan! I was hoping I would get a chance to see it!"

"Great! We'll prepare a little picnic as well since we'll be out in the fields for a good chunk of the day."

The schoolgirl polished off the rest of her breakfast then rushed towards her room to get ready.

"And don't wear your best clothes! The fields aren't for sequins and diamantes!" the man called after her.

When they were ready to go Kayleigh sat in her loose fitting, grey jogging outfit, in the trailer of one of the farm tractors. This way she could better look out across the fields and grounds belonging to her aunt and uncle. The day was clear and sunny, with a nice breeze blowing against the young girl’s face. Bryan and another farmhand, Lenny, sat in the cabin of the tractor. Lenny was a slightly older man, with a ruddy complexion and unruly, greying, curly hair. He seemed in constant good spirits, and made Kayleigh laugh with an unending stream of dad jokes.

The tractor had to travel through one of the cow fields to get to where the combine harvester waited. She could see it in the distance, sitting at the edge of the wheat fields which stretched away considerably in front of her. As they began their approach the pungent smell of cow dung assaulted her nostrils all of a sudden.

"Gaww!" exclaimed the young girl, covering her nose in disgust.

Her uncle heard her unimpressed sound and started to laugh.

"That’s the country right there, kiddo! You get used to it before too long! And I'll bet you'll miss that fresh smell when you're back home too!"

Kayleigh doubted that but smiled good-naturedly at her uncle's back. Before long they were at the wheat fields and the schoolgirl saw the harvester. It was quite the impressive sight towering over them, and the metal teeth on the revolving reel were intimidatingly long. Kayleigh couldn't wait to sit inside it. Once they were all in and got going on a steady path the girl was given a chance to drive the machine. Although nervous, the eleven-year-old wasn't about to pass up that opportunity. With her uncle sitting alongside her to ensure there were no mishaps, Kayleigh had one of the most fun mornings of her life controlling the big contraption.

Later, as the three of them enjoyed their picnic in the baking sun, her uncle mentioned something she'd almost forgotten about since she arrived.

"Your mom says you brought a mat with you to practice your cheerleading?"

"Yeah, I was hoping there was someplace I could put it that would let me practice some routines?"

"Well, I admit I don't know a lot about cheerleading, but I think we have just the place for you. The machinery shed at the far side of the farmyard is mostly empty now all the machines are being used during summer. There's some stuff to get cleared out but nothing major. Think that would be fine for your somersaults and cartwheels?"

"That sounds perfect, Uncle Bryan. Thank you."

"Well, that's sorted then. I'll get Mike to clean out what needs cleanin' when we get back and it'll be ready for you in no time."

Goosebumps rose all over Kayleigh's skin at the mention of the well endowed mute, despite the day's warmth. She started to protest, saying it would be no problem but then held her tongue, curious to be in the big man's company, despite herself. An image of his hanging penis flashed in her head and Kayleigh felt her face redden. As they travelled back to the tractor the girl’s mind was preoccupied with the idea of coming face to face with Mike once more. She was surprised to find herself more nervous than expected, butterflies fluttering in her stomach already.

When they reached the cow field Kayleigh sat in the trailer again as the men rode the tractor. As the tractor turned to head towards the farm Kayleigh felt the trailer lurch down, nearly falling out as a loud metallic thunk sounded below her. The girl looked up and saw that the trailer had become detached. Her uncle jumped out of the tractor and looked at the broken coupling hanging from the back of the vehicle.

"Aww dammit! Someone will have to come back with another tractor to pick this up. Kayleigh, I'm sorry honey but you'll need to ride in the cab with us. There's not much room so it'll be Lenny's knee or walking, I'm afraid."

She glanced at the older man who smiled warmly.

"You’re a bit bigger than the kids who sit on my knee when I work as Santa Claus in town! I hope you don't crush me!" joked the friendly farmhand.

It made sense to Kayleigh that the jovial Lenny doubled as Santa Claus, he was just the sort of person she would expect to see if she visited the jolly, fat man. Even if his gaze did linger on her youthful form a little longer than felt comfortable.

As they set out Kayleigh sat on the edge of Lenny's right knee, not wishing to give the man the wrong impression. It was fairly cramped with the three of them inside the tractor and as they went over the first noticeable bump Kayleigh struggled to remain in place, almost hitting her head against the windscreen.

"Sorry, sweetie," apologized her uncle.

"Maybe it's safer if I hold onto you to keep us both in place," suggested Lenny.

As he spoke, the man held Kayleigh by the hips using both hands, pulling her back considerately but firmly so her butt rested at the top of his right leg. The young girl felt the man loop his arms around her waist and clasp his fingers together in front of her stomach. Kayleigh wasn't certain she needed quite so much looking after but couldn't deny she was much more secure now. Her uncle and Lenny talked and joked as the tractor jolted along the bumpy track. Kayleigh allowed her mind to wander to the previous night as their voices became background noise, she vividly remembered her intense orgasm, but only a minute later a big bump brought her back to the present. She noticed Lenny's fingers were no longer locked together; his left hand flat against her tummy right over her navel, and his right laying lightly at the top of her thigh. She hadn't even registered how it happened. It all seemed innocent enough although the young girl couldn’t help recognizing just how close the man's hand now was to her intimate parts. They were only a few minutes from the farm and Kayleigh felt Lenny gently pat her thigh a couple of times, at one point just slightly stroking his fingers a few centimeters up and down her inner thigh. She glanced briefly downwards and could see Lenny's palm was on top of her thigh, his fingers clearly resting against the inside of her leg. The girl felt his thumb rub softly up and down in an almost absent-minded manner as the two men talked. She was mostly confident there was nothing untoward going on; but the eleven-year-old was keenly aware of how easily the man could touch her coochie if he stretched his thumb a little more!

As the tractor rounded the final bend to the farmhouse the older man brought his hands back to their original position, fingers interlocked against Kayleigh's stomach. When the engine stopped the young girl slowly stood and turned round so she could exit the vehicle safely. She looked down and felt her breath catch in her throat, she couldn't be certain but it looked like there was a noticeable bulge in the crotch of Lenny's pants. Kayleigh looked towards her uncle but he was already climbing down from the tractor. She glanced back up at Lenny who had a guileless smile fixed in place, the preteen girl tried to cover her shock with a brief half smile then carefully but quickly clambered down to the ground. Maybe it had been her imagination? No, there had definitely been a visible swelling that wasn't just the way his pants were sitting.

Kayleigh wasn't stupid. She'd noticed some of the longing stares she received from boys at school. But sitting on a grown man's knee had given him an obvious erection! She tried to brush it off but experienced an almost shameful pride in how her young body had aroused Lenny. She couldn't help but wonder what had gone through Mike's mind when he saw her for the first time in years the previous night. Her heart rate sped up a little at the prospect of seeing the big man again in the machinery shed.

As if reading her mind, her Uncle Bryan called over to her.

"I'll get Mike to ready the shed for you now, Kayleigh. If you want you can head over to check it out as soon as you're ready."

"Thanks, Uncle Bryan. I...I'll do that."

Kayleigh retired to her room, quite happy to have her own company if just for a short while. She looked out one of her training kits to change into; green lycra hot pants and a matching crop top which left her midriff exposed. The pubescent girl observed her physique side on in her long mirror. She had supple, toned thighs that led up to a peachy, round little ass that she was rightly proud of, it was probably her favorite feature. The lycra shorts highlighted those developing curves which would surely stir the loins of many a boy and man in the coming years. Her slim, taut stomach gave a tantalising display of flesh before reaching the newly budding breasts which were small and compact inside the tight cropped top. Kayleigh wished her boobs would grow a little quicker but there were the clear beginnings of a nicely rounded curve swelling from her chest now. Yeah, not bad, thought the girl, critically. There was nothing she disliked hugely about her body, and a couple of aspects she was happy with.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared to walk over to the machinery shed. She didn't know why she felt tense, Mike was none the wiser about her voyeurism after all, and probably would only be there a short while. When she headed out she found her parents and Shelley and Bryan relaxing in the large living area, a couple of beers already placed in front of the two men. Suddenly Kayleigh realised she had forgotten about her mat, and mentioned this to her parents.

"It’s all in hand, sweetie. Lenny has volunteered to take it over to the shed for you so you should be all set. You've got a few hours before dinner so take your time, honey," said her Aunt Shelley.

Kayleigh responded with what she hoped was a grateful looking smile, shivering a little inside at the thought of running into the crusty farmhand again. She walked the five minutes to the shed resolutely, trying to focus her mind towards her cheer training she enjoyed so much.

When she arrived at the machinery shed Kayleigh found the big double doors wide open, probably to let some air circulate in the stale building. It was the building furthest from the farmhouse and looked out across pasture fields for sheep and cows. The shed was around twenty meters long and ten wide, with a high metal roof six meters from the ground. The interior was dusty but mostly empty with some old, broken farming equipment stacked against the rear wall. One slightly rusted tractor sat lifelessly in the rear corner of the shed. There was a strange mix of the scent of the fields alongside a musty garage smell.

Kayleigh could see Mike moving the last of the unused machinery to the back of the building. He looked up when he heard her enter, the girl waving nervously at the silent man. The farmhand began to brush debris away from the center of the floor, preparing it for the mats Kayleigh needed. As if on cue, Lenny appeared at the entrance to the shed, two long strips of mat that stuck together rolled up in a wheelbarrow. Both men carried the pieces into the middle and rolled them out, attaching them together to make a sizeable area for Kayleigh's practice.

"There you go, Miss Lloyd. You should be able to do all your pretty spins and moves in here. Maybe you'll put on a show for us before you go home?" said the curly haired man, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Maybe," Kayleigh answered politely, thankful when she saw the man turn and leave the shed.

Mike continued to tidy bits and pieces away, showing no sign of imminent departure, so the eleven-year-old decided to begin practicing. She started to warm up; heel kicks and knee lifts then into dynamic stretching, lunges and finally stretching her hamstrings seated on the mat. As she leaned over to touch her toes she could see Mike out the corner of her eye pause what he was doing to watch her. Stretching to the other side the schoolgirl noted there was no sound at all coming from where the big man stood. Once she got to her feet again Mike carried on with his tidying.

Kayleigh dove straight into her training, repeating some of the dances she had learned recently before moving onto using the mat for cartwheels, somersaults and other jumps. Before long the girl was starting to sweat and breathe a little heavier. After one advanced run and somersault she heard the sound of clapping when she landed. The preteen looked up to see Mike actually smiling and applauding her efforts, if the little twists at the corner of his mouth could be described as a smile.

"Thanks!"

Kayleigh dropped into a little curtsy in acknowledgement, her face red from her efforts and the knowledge that Mike was watching her. She could hear her heavy breathing clearly in the quiet shed, the only other sounds the distant call of sheep and cattle in the fields. The schoolgirl considered the big man for a moment, heart racing as she contemplated taking a significant step.

Well, she needed help to practice some stunts and Mike was so strong he was the perfect candidate, thought Kayleigh, justifying her thinking. The eleven-year-old nervously cleared her throat.

"Mike? Um, do you think you could, uh, maybe help me do some of my stunts?"

The farmhand immediately looked awkward, clearly uncomfortable at the idea.

"It’s OK, it isn't too complicated and I just need someone strong who can be a solid base for me.....and, you're like, the strongest person I know," said Kayleigh, smiling shyly.

The muscular man walked over, uncertainty written plainly all over his face, but gave the girl a slight nod.

"That’s great! Thank you so much!" enthused the schoolgirl.

"Don't worry. It won't be too hard and I can tell you what you need to do. OK, so, you just stand there and I'll start with a really basic liberty lift."

Kayleigh was talking quickly, her heart pounding. She stood in front of Mike only a few inches away then turned round so her back was to him. The girl couldn't help thinking about the huge penis hidden in Mike's overalls, so close to her back. She wondered if it would get hard like Lenny's had once he started to touch her, the thought was terrifying and thrilling all at once.

"For this all you need to do is hold my sides, when you feel me push down that's when I'm ready to jump. You just lift me straight up then. That's it, I'll do the rest. OK?"

"Mm."

A low sound of acceptance was enough for Kayleigh. She felt Mike's big, calloused hands around the bare skin above her waist and felt a ripple of excitement despite herself. She pushed against the ground then experienced being lifted skywards with such ease! Kayleigh brought her right knee up to ninety degrees and her arms upwards in a 'V', holding the pose as Mike held her, the man holding her as easily as he would a beer glass. Her ass was directly in front of the man's face and Kayleigh waited a few moments before asking him to let her down.

"That was perfect! Can we do that one more time?"

She turned round without waiting for a response, smiling when she felt the shovel-like hands around her middle again. This time Kayleigh lifted her other knee to ninety degrees, holding still for a little longer before requesting Mike lower her.

"See? Told you it was easy!"

Mike looked like he wanted to be somewhere else but couldn't really deny the young girl. Kayleigh was happy that his behaviour wasn't overly familiar like Lenny's, which made her trust the big man more.

"OK, this time I'm going to do a move called the Fish Dive. I'll show you the pose first."

Kayleigh balanced on one leg, leaning over to the side with her arms outstretched in a 't' and her other leg straight out behind her ninety degrees from the floor.

"So, you put one hand under my knee and the other one here, just under my ribs. Dip down a little then lift me up so I'm in front of your chest then spin me round one full circle."

With her back still to him, Kayleigh felt Mike position his hands, his strong forearm snug against her ribs just under her lycra crop top. Again she marveled at how easily lifting and spinning her seemed to be for the powerful man. She could feel her butt pressed against his chest, could feel the rise and fall of his breathing against her body.

"That was really good, you're helping me so much here," said Kayleigh, once she was back standing.

"OK, one more easy move. I pretty much do a jump into your arms and you just need to catch me under my back and my knees."

The preteen girl stood side on to Mike and looped her hands around his neck.

"I'll just swing and jump up. Are you ready?"

The man didn't seem too sure but Kayleigh went ahead anyway. She swung herself up and Mike responsed naturally, catching her and holding her like a bride being carried off to bed. She released one arm and stretched it out and back as she held onto Mike's neck with her other.

"That’s it! Great!"

The farmhand released her. As she was let go she slid down pressed against the front of his body. Kayleigh held onto his chest to steady herself on landing, her stomach tight against the man's crotch area. She stayed there a moment, hiding her excitement when she felt something solid prodding against her tummy. She didn't think Mike had a full on boner, something that big would be impossible to hide, but there was definitely something substantial pressing against her.

The schoolgirl looked up at him, wide-eyed, noting the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and the way his eyes flicked to the side nervously.

"Um....thanks so much, Mike. I, uh, shouldn't really keep you for too long and I should get my dinner I suppose. I really appreciate your help."

Kayleigh stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed the farmhand lightly on the cheek. Mike looked down at her with his big, brown eyes, and gave her the closest thing to a genuine smile she had ever seen from the large man. With that Kayleigh turned and skipped lightly back to the farmhouse, her head spinning from all the different turns the day had taken.

When she arrived back, Kayleigh could hear raised voices and laughing. Her parents and aunt and uncle were clearly winding down a little; a few more empty beer bottles were on display on the large table in the middle of the room as well as a nearly finished red wine.

"There's dinner in the oven for you sweetie, bring it through and sit with us if you want," offered her aunt.

"It’s fine, I'll eat it in the kitchen. Thanks."

She hadn't realised how hungry and tired she felt, finishing dinner quickly and deciding to retire to her room early. Kayleigh spent the night talking to her friends and going through her social media. Although she loved the freedom of the farm she did like to feel connected to back home too. As she turned in for the night Kayleigh was excited for what tomorrow would bring, would Mike be willing to help her again? The prospect wasn't a terrible one.....

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The young girl woke up in the early hours needing to go to the toilet. She groaned as she realised it was two doors along the corridor rather than in her own room like at home. As she shuffled sleepily along towards the bathroom she could hear moaning noises. They seemed to be coming from the last room at the end of the hall. The doors for all of the bedrooms were old-fashioned, heavy oak doors with large keyholes. Still half asleep, Kayleigh unthinkingly knelt down to peer through the keyhole of the room the sounds were coming from.

From her limited view Kayleigh could see a bed and the lower half of a naked man's body lying on it. A completely nude woman's head was bobbing up and down over the man's groin, the long blonde hair falling down over her face.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that, take it all in.......fuck," groaned the voice.

That was her Uncle Bryan's voice! Kayleigh was spying on her aunt and uncle having sex! God, that was so embarrassing. She was just about to turn away and quietly return to her room when the haze of sleep started to dissipate and she could think straight. Wait a minute, why were her aunt and uncle in this spare room at the other end of the house from their bedroom?

At that moment the woman lifted her hair up at the side Kayleigh was facing, and tucked it behind her ear, revealing her face. Time froze and the schoolgirl had to stop herself from screaming in shock, rage and heartbreak as she watched her mother slowly deepthroat her Uncle Bryan's hard cock.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," gasped her uncle, his legs tensing as Kayleigh's mom lashed her tongue around his wet crown.

"Mmmmmmm," moaned Margot, sucking hard on the man's shaft.

Tears welled in Kayleigh's eyes as she watched the betrayal in front of her, unable to tear her gaze away.

"Oh God, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

"Mmmmm," her mom continued to moan in pleasure.

"Uhhh!!"

Kayleigh saw her mother's head slide back a little as her uncle emptied his seed into her mouth. A few seconds later creamy, white fluid oozed out of her mouth down the glistening shaft of the uncle she loved so dearly. Her mother started to blow him again, her mouth sliding up and down and Kayleigh saw her throat constrict and expand as the woman swallowed her brother-in-law's gooey load.

Kayleigh could feel her stomach heaving and it was all she could do to avoid throwing up all over the door. Suppressing the urge to cry in anguish, she padded as quietly as she could back to her room, her need for the bathroom completely forgotten. The eleven-year-old dropped to the bed in despair, sobbing herself to sleep.