Most of us like to think that we can plan our lives and have control over the paths we take. But as you will learn in this story, sometimes shit just happens, and we learn unbelievable things about ourselves. My name is Jason, and I was only twenty-four years old when the events in this story began. For reasons that will become obvious, I won’t identify the exact locations or individuals’ names.
I grew up in a middle-class suburb in Pennsylvania, and after graduating from college with a degree in mining engineering, I began work with a coal mining company in their Pennsylvania headquarters. I had been working there for two years as a staff engineer, when I was called into my manager’s office to discuss an advancement opportunity.
Mitchell is my engineering manager, and he said, “Please sit down, Jason. You’ve done some fine work for the company, and we’d like to offer you a promotion to a field position as a senior engineer, down at the Dunham mine (not real name) in West Virginia. Your office will be near a small town in the Appalachian Mountains, and it will be quite a different lifestyle than you’re used to here.”
I knew that, Daniel, an engineer who started a year before me, had been relocated to that mine previously, and I asked, “This does sound like an amazing opportunity, Mitchell, but I thought Daniel went down there just a couple of months ago.”
He cleared his throat and replied, “Yes, that’s true, and he was doing a good job there. But he had a personal disagreement or run-in of some kind with the locals, over a girl I think, and we had to bring him home. You seem to be more laid-back than he is, and I’m hoping you’ll find a way to fit in. Those mountain people can be kind of peculiar and suspicious of outsiders, though.”
I knew a little about some of those small mining towns and I asked, “How long is the assignment? Also, I know that most of those small mountain towns don’t usually have homes for sale, so where will I live?”
Mitchell replied, “It’s my hope that you’ll learn their ways and become a part of the community. I’m hoping that you’ll want to stay indefinitely and grow with our company there. As you gain more experience, you’ll be given more responsibility with additional mines in the state, managed from that location.”
He paused to take a sip of coffee, and continued, “You can start out living in the motel in the center of town. That’s where Daniel was living, and we rent a room there on a month-to-month basis. The room has a small efficiency kitchen, but there’s a diner right next door, where you can eat, if you prefer. Those living expenses will be taken care of by the company, until you get settled and either find or build a home. I know it’s a big change, so think it over and give me your answer tomorrow. If you take the assignment, you’ll need to move down there this weekend and get started on Monday.”
As I was leaving his office, Mitchell said, “Oh, just a couple more things. Think hard about this opportunity, because you’ll need field experience if you ever hope to work in senior management. And, I don’t want you talking with Daniel about his problems down there either. It was apparently a traumatic experience for him, and he doesn’t need to be reminded of it.”
I had always lived in suburban or urban settings, and the thought of moving down there all alone, not knowing anyone, was scary. I didn’t have a girlfriend at that time, but I would be leaving an area that I’m familiar with, and where there are plenty of social opportunities. In addition, Daniel’s situation seemed to be a little strange, and I wished that I could talk with him to gain some insights.
My parents live close to me, and I went to see them that night to get their opinions on the move. Mom was against the idea, but Dad said, “I know that we’ll miss not having you so close, but you need to follow that career opportunity. I think it will only be a six to eight-hour drive, and we’ll be able to visit one another.”
After a sleepless night, I decided to take the offer, and let Mitchell know the next day. Then I took off the rest of the week to wrap-up my personal affairs in Pennsylvania and headed down to West Virginia on Sunday morning. Some might call that town quaint, but to me it’s backwoods, with few amenities. But I decided to have a good attitude about it, and by late Sunday afternoon I was settled in the motel, the only one in town, and headed over to the diner for some dinner.
Meeting Loralee and Getting Settled
The food in the diner is very Southern and good, and my waitress, Loralee, is gorgeous. She looks to be nineteen or twenty years old, about five feet and five inches tall, weighing maybe one hundred and twenty-five pounds, and with long, strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face is pretty, and she reminds me of the actress Amy Adams, except that Loralee has what looks like 34DD breasts spilling out of her tight top with no bra, and a perfectly shaped and full ass.
She was flirting with me, and I flirted back for most of my meal. When she brought the check, she said, with her charming Southern drawl, “You must be the new engineer they’re bringing in for up at the mine.”
I smiled and answered, “My name is Jason, and I am the new engineer, but how would you know that?”
Loralee laughed and replied, “Well, this is a small town, and you’ll learn that there aren’t any secrets around here. Will you be eating most of your meals with us, like Daniel did?”
I was thinking that Daniel met her the same way I had, and there was a good chance that she might have had something to do with him leaving town. But I didn’t want to start out on a negative note, and even flirted a little more with her saying, “Well, if you’re my waitress, Loralee, I’ll will be eating here all the time. I mean, you’re a beautiful girl, and I’d like to see more of you.”
She laughed and said, “Thanks for the compliment, Jason, but you’d better be careful what you wish for. We mountain people look at things a little differently, and you citified boys don’t seem to fit in so well.”
I went back to my room after that, to get a good night’s sleep before my first day at the mine. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Loralee and wondering if I’d have a chance to date her, even though there was some uneasiness in the back of my mind.
It was a short drive up to the mine the next morning, and I met Buck, who is the general manager of the mine. He helped me get settled in my office, which is right next to his, and then we spent the rest of the day together touring both the surface and underground mining operations, and meeting many of the men.
I saw Loralee at dinner that night and at breakfast the next morning. She was just as friendly and flirty as the day we met and didn’t seem to be holding it against me for being citified. I even ordered a lunch to go, and she was still on my mind as I arrived at work that morning.
Learning a Little More about Daniel’s Issues and Loralee
After spending the morning going over the plans for the site, I had lunch with Buck in his office. I was just making casual conversation when I said, “I haven’t met very many people in town yet, but that Loralee at the diner is a mighty fine-looking girl. I didn’t see a ring on her finger and have to wonder how a hottie like her is still available.”
Buck is a big man, about six feet and two inches tall and weighing two hundred and ten pounds. He laughed with his deep baritone voice, before saying, “Yeah, Daniel thought so too, and I think he got a little too close to her. I tried to warn him, but I guess boys will be boys.”
I was hoping that Buck would explain the situation, and I asked, “What was that all about, with Daniel leaving up here on such short notice? I was advised not to talk with him about it, but I think I have a right to know, especially if it might affect me.”
He looked serious as he answered, “Things are different in this town, especially with her family. Many of them work in the mine, and it took me a while to get acclimated when I moved here six years ago. The thing Daniel found out, is that when you date a girl up here, you also develop close relationships with her family and religion. I don’t know many of the details, but I think that Daniel wasn’t able to accept the goings on with her family and church very well. So, I’m giving you fair warning.”
I found it hard to believe that her family and church could be all that bad, and even a little discomfort would have to be worth it to fuck a girl like Loralee. I thanked Buck for sharing the information, and for the warning, but I was determined to get to know Loralee better.
That night, Loralee told me that the diner opens early for breakfast, and she works there all day, most days, until it closes in the evening after dinner, usually no later than 7:00 pm. So, I asked her, “May I see you after closing tonight? I’d really like to get to know you better.
She smiled and said, “You seem like a nice guy, Jason, but we need to slow down a little. I dated Daniel for six weeks before he came to church with me and met my family, and that didn’t end well. Let’s just get to know each another here at the diner for a while.
I saw Loralee every day, and it had been three weeks since that first night we talked. I felt like we were making a connection from all the times I had seen her at the diner. I asked her again if we could go out, and she said, “We can maybe go to a movie or something, but I’m not going to be alone with you until you go to church with me.”
That town has a one-screen theater that shows one movie a week, and we went there that night. We got to talk waiting for the movie to start, and I really enjoyed talking with her and getting to know her. I learned some interesting things.
She’s the only one in her extended family that has even graduated from high school, and she’s teased for being so well educated. It also turns out that her uncle Harley is the underground foreman at the mine, as well as being the spiritual leader of her church.
Learning about Her Church
I asked her more about her church and she explained, “It’s a small, local, evangelical Christian church offshoot that we call ‘The Congregation’. There are only twenty families that belong, but they are large families, and Uncle Harley is our revered prophet. He receives revelations from on high for our benefit. He is helped by three deacons, one of which is my father, Lester, and my two cousins, Woody and Earle.”
What she was describing sounded more like a cult to me, and I asked, “Do you really believe that Harley is receiving divine inspiration?”
She frowned and said, “Yeah, it’s hard for outsiders to believe, but he, his father, and his grandfather before him, have guided us on our life’s’ journey. Some of our beliefs are unconventional, but we are all living happily with their guidance.”
I didn’t want to argue with Loralee about her beliefs, and let it drop there. I took her back to her car at the diner, and as I was saying goodnight, she surprised me by kissing me on the cheek. Then she smiled and said, “If you really want to get to know me better, you can come to our services on Sunday, and see for yourself how our small church worships.”
We saw one another for breakfast and dinner for the rest of the week, and on Saturday night when the diner closed, I told her that I would come with her to church on Sunday. She was delighted, kissed me on the lips that time, and gave me directions to the church.
The church building is basically a barn cut into the mountainside on Harley’s property behind his home, and I was surprised how casual everyone was. I was wearing Docker pants and a long-sleeved dress shirt, and I was way overdressed. Most of the men were wearing overalls, some with shirts underneath and some not. Some of the women were wearing simple cotton dresses and others t-shirts and shorts. The kids were dressed in various casual ways.
There were about a hundred people there that day. One interesting thing I noticed is that, like Harley and Loralee, many of the children have red hair, but her father has brown hair. Some of the church members were cautiously friendly with me, but others looked at me like I was an alien, and almost looked offended that I, a stranger, was sitting with their beautiful Loralee, right in the front row. There were also many men that I recognized from the mine.
Harley started out much as I expected, with a fire and brimstone sermon from the New Testament, but then went into a few Old Testament themes, that he seemed to be distorting. He read numerous passages from Genesis and Exodus which support the idea that incest is allowed, and then read the story of David and Bathsheba from Samuel, which he thinks supports the idea that adultery is also allowed.
I’ll admit to not being deeply religious, but I remembered some things from Sunday school class in my youth. Incest was supposedly allowed for replenishing the earth, until it was outlawed in Leviticus. And that whole idea of the David and Bathsheba story somehow condoning adultery has been discredited by most theologians. I knew that it wasn’t my place to contradict Harley, especially not in front of his flock, so I held my tongue.
One other topic he covered is homosexuality. I wasn’t aware of any Biblical teachings that condoned homosexuality, but Harley was talking about a passage from Romans that he thought supported it in some cases. In his view, so long as a person is reacting to involuntary sexual urges, and not choosing to be homosexual, then it’s not a sin.
As I glanced at the congregation, I noticed that all the adults, including Loralee, were listening with rapt attention and nodding their heads in agreement with Harley’s readings. It’s hard to explain, but after previously never having thought too much about incest, adultery, and homosexuality, hearing those passages and seeing the congregation’s reaction to them was turning me on a little bit.
That’s when I started focusing on the fact that Harley is the only man there with red hair, and from the overall physical appearance of the kids, including Loralee, it wasn’t a big stretch to think Harley had fathered many of them. I was thinking back to the fiasco with the Branch Davidians in Waco, Texas in 1993, where David Koresh, their prophet, ultimately perished due to a raid by the FBI, along with many of his followers.
The other thing I noticed is several men and women in the room who looked somehow different, like they might have been the product of too much inbreeding. If that was the reason, then it sure supported my suspicions of incestuous relationships in the group.
I had to wonder if I had stumbled onto a similar, but smaller group like the Davidians? David Koresh also said that he received revelations, including those giving him permission to take the other men’s wives for his own, and fathering numerous children with them. Maybe that’s why Harley is preaching in favor of incest and adultery, to rationalize his behavior to his followers. But that wouldn’t explain his teachings on homosexuality.
After the service, Loralee introduced me to Harley, and although I had already met him at the mine, it almost felt like I was being introduced again, as her boyfriend. I met her father and two cousins, too, who also work at the mine. I couldn’t help thinking that Lester might have willingly let Harley fuck his wife, and that Harley is Loralee’s biological father. It also occurred to me that given the positive sermon on incest, I wasn’t doubting that Lester, Harley, and the cousins might all be fucking Loralee.
First Sexual Experience with Loralee
I was careful not to criticize Loralee’s religion, and I didn’t say anything about my suspicions about Harley being her real father, and the father of many of those other kids. And she showed her appreciation for me going to church with her by offering to come to my motel room with me after the diner closed on Monday night. It seemed like that was my reward for going to church with her.
It was hard to know what to expect when we got to my room, and I was pleasantly surprised when Loralee took the initiative. She pressed herself against me and gave me our first tongue-probing kiss. Her lips are so full and soft, and we melted into each other’s arms as we kissed standing by the bed.
She broke the kiss and said, “You’ve been staring at my hooters for weeks now, so you might as well get a better look and taste of them.”
Loralee took off her top and laid back on the bed, before pulling me down to suck her…
