Yes, if it'll get me some of that stuffing!

"Ladies, you can count on me," you say, giving them a double thumbs up. Neither quite gets the gesture.

"Fine," Rebecca says. "Sir, you can come travel, and stay with us for a wee spell. You can help us with the chores while Simon recovers."

"Sick," you reply, confusing them yet again. With that, you accompany the mother and daughter as you walk down what could charitably call a road, but might be better described as a path. It is indeed a long road that is quite far from the village, at least by foot. You make small talk with the two sweet hoes; they find your speech strange but funny and you learn that there is another daughter, young Florence. You also gather by how fast they walk and handle the unsteady path that both mom and daughter must really be rocking some fine ass bods underneath those shitty clothes.

Eventually, the three of you make it to a quaint house, yet this house is slightly larger than the other houses here. Maybe the Miller family is somewhat rich? Your thoughts are interrupted as a young woman in a long night gown races from the front door to greet you all. She is busty, with short, shoulder length blonde hair and a joyful expression. Your piece informs you this is Florence Miller, exact age 18, with nice DD cup titties and brown eyes, just like her sister.

"Mother! Sister!" Florence cries, running up and greeting her family members. All three embrace each other, and Florence looks happy until she notices you. "Where is Father? Who is this?"

Rebecca and Abernathy do their best to catch Florence up. Afterwards, Florence looks at you and frowns, crossing her arms. "So, you thinketh you can just strike my father down, and then pick up from where he left off? Just because my mother and sister take mercy on your soul?"

"Florence!" Rebecca says, chiding her daughter. "The situation is not most ideal, yet this handsome young man has promised to help us until our father recovers. If he was seeking to pay for any misdeeds he has caused, I think that is a fair price indeed." Though you don't entirely know why, Rebecca referring to her husband as 'father' strangely bugs you. Even though by the end of this, you'll make sure all three of these hoes are calling you daddy, though even then, it's going to be for very different reasons.

"So sayest thou," Florence states plainly. She also looks you up and down, and her posture begins to relax. "I'll try to be nice to you, sir."

"No prob," you say calmly. Florence's eyes go wide, but she still lets a nice if wary smile. In but a moment, the four of you have gone inside; though it's not all too comfortable, you find yourself sleeping on a nice mattress on the floor, while all three of the girls share the main bed. Even though you're a master of the art of the sexual conquest (you stud), it's been an extremely long day. Maybe tomorrow you can get some bangin' going on. You smile, and fall asleep.