The smells of fresh hay, the farm fresh apples every season, and the chaste, reserved nature of Sweet Apple acres would give most people the idea the place practices good old family values. Well you'd be wrong, the oldest of the apple sisters have many, many tales of raw passion and shameless actions in the barn, the fields, the cider brewery, the naughtier the better. these are those tales in all their raw, uncut and uncensored detail....this is one of them. A story of an orchid hand that may not have been the strongest or the most enduring of the summer help, but on the last day of the season, he was an asset in more ways than one.

Fic edited by me personally.