Kurt
Life in The
Village, and the `coming of age' of a student at its remote school,
through his own eyes.
This is an
original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
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From
Chapter 106:
While he's
`cooling off', I consider Karl's words; `...like he was doing something else to
me'! So, Karl knows about the `something else' that one guy can do with
another, does he? Like Andy and me? How? Have he and Jacko talked about it?
Hmm. I have a few questions for my brother tonight.
We walk back,
close together. Karl is clutching his `stinky' clothes in one hand, with his
other arm across the back of my shoulders.
His arm tightens
around my neck, a little. "But, I still owe you for that rooster thing," he
growls into my ear.
"You can get even
with me in bed tonight, if you like" I tell him, grinning.
Junior wakes up.
No, not now,
Junior!
Chapter 107
– I Didn't See This Coming!
And, I'm sure that there will be much more that I'll
learn as time passes!
Tonight, now that Margaret and Melody have had a bath
and been fed and put to bed, we all settle down to our own dinner, deliberately
speaking more quietly than usual.
After convincing everyone that the new car should have
a name, we have a lot of discussion about what would suit it best. `Beast2' is
the first suggestion discarded. The car sounds like Mr Grant's Beast, but ours
looks very different. It's a bit longer, a bit taller and its doors on both
sides open differently to a normal car. The front door opens forward, like most
cars. However, the rear door swings backward, which leaves a huge opening with of
all seats, from the front to the third row, easily accessible.
After some good suggestions, and some stupid ones, `Rhino'
is the last one standing. So, `Rhino' it is! And, its gum-leaf colour kind-of
match those of a rhinoceros, too.
The next thing we talk about is Karl's and my coming
and going to and from school, and how that might fit in with Jacko's and Ron's
work for both Mr Grant and my Dad.
Having the girls has altered the previous routine of Dad
and Helen having dinner at Jintabudjaree on Fridays, before bringing us home.
Mr Grant and Will coming for dinner on Sundays and
taking us back to Jintabudjaree with them is also discussed. We agree to try
it, and see how it works.
Another option is that, on Sunday afternoons, or after
dinner if Mr Grant doesn't come, the person who has been working here at
Whispering Gums could either drive us to our new house in The Village or to
Jintabudjaree. Either way, he would be in there to do some work for Mr Grant.
If we stay at our new house, we can just walk across
to the school on Monday morning.
If we stay at Jintabudjaree, we can travel to school
with Mr Grant, like we have done previously.
And, there's still the option of us staying with Mr
Grant during the week.
There are so many possibilities which depend on the
amount of work that Mr Grant or my Dad want done, that our travel is just a
basic plan at the moment, and might change weekly.
Ron will probably be getting around in his uncle's `new'
(our old) Land Rover, which was Mr Cameron's originally.
And, if Jacko were to use our ute to get to and from
Jintabudjaree, that wouldn't leave a `work car' at Whispering Gums.
I'll leave all of the details to Dad, Mr Grant, Ron,
and Jacko to work out!
A piece of good news is that Ron will be able to have
at least one `free day' (Saturday or Sunday) with me, and Jacko will have one
with Karl. Team mates. Team work! (Team fun.) LOL.
The other thing that I didn't know until tonight is
that when the stables are finished at Jintabudjaree for Will's horses, Jacko
will have his own rooms attached there, and move in. So, he will become more of
a permanent `farm hand' at Jintabudjaree than for Dad at Whispering Gums or a
`helping hand' here for Karl. LOL.
"How are you planning on getting even with me for
putting that rooster in your phone?" I ask Karl as we lie side by side, just
playing with each other's stiffness. My bed.
"I've been thinking about the rooster," he answers,
taking my balls into his hand.
I suspect that he's about to give them a painful
squeeze, but he surprises me with, "I don't need to get even. But, I do want
you to show me how you did it! Then, I can set something up in Jacko's phone and
have a bit of fun!"
"Is that all?" I ask.
"No!" he growls back. "You have to finish what Jacko
started, and didn't finish, earlier. Remember? And, you were the one who first
did that with me." He pauses, "And, you still do it better than Jacko does!"
"How come?" I joke. "You two seem to be getting quite
a lot of practice!"
"Well, we don't do it a lot," he replies, "which is
why I enjoy it so much, especially in the shower, with soap. Usually, we just suck
each other like Anko caught us doing, or wank like Will and I mostly do."
I have to ask the question...! "Karl, what did you mean
when you said that you were glad that Dad didn't catch the two of you in the
shower, because it could have looked like Jacko was doing something else to you?"
"Don't you know what it looks like, when someone does
it from behind?" he asks.
"Yes, of course I do," I answer him. "But, how do YOU
know?"
"I may not be as smart as you at some things," he
answers. "But, I'm not stupid either. Using my tablet, I know how to
search for things on the internet, and I've seen pictures and videos of guys doing
it for real."
"How did you find those?" I ask him, avoiding any
discussion of what he has seen. "Who showed you?"
"Can't tell you!" he answers.
Well, I guess that I'm OK with that, because I have
secrets, too! But, I reckon that it had to be either William or Jacko. My bet is
William!
"So, have you actually tried it with Jacko, now that
you've seen what to do?" I put to him.
"I showed him a video and we talked about trying it,"
Karl answers. "But we decided that it wasn't a good idea, because one guy
looked as though it was really painful. And, hey, I didn't say that I knew
how to do it! I think there's more to it than just pushing your dick in, like
the horses do. Besides, we agreed not to do anything that you and I haven't
done together, didn't we?."
So, if my brother showed the video to Jacko, then it
had to be William who showed him how to find it! But, why?
I don't comment and I wait.
I'm expecting a question.
He finally asks, giving my balls an encouraging `come
on' jiggle, "So, do you wanna try it?"
I had a feeling that this was coming! As if I could
read his mind!
"I don't think so," I tell him. "Especially if it's
painful, as you said."
There is a long pause.
"Maybe it really doesn't hurt as much as it looked,"
he answers me. "The guy could have only been acting like it was painful – just
for the camera."
"But, maybe it is painful, actually," I tell him.
I can't let on that I already know.
"So, don't you even want to try it?" Karl asks.
I think of the first time that I did it with Andy. He
did tell me afterwards that it hurt him, but that he didn't want to let me know
while I was doing it. He was being very brave, for my enjoyment. Then, when he
did it to me, he went very slowly and very gently. We know, now, exactly what
we have to do so that we don't hurt each other.
Apart from entering Andy, one of the next best
feelings is me rubbing Junior back and forth along his perineum (I remember
what Ron told me it was called) and him doing it to me. I love it when
things get very slippery, and when Junior jerks hard when he pushes!
"What I would like," I tell my brother, "is to think
about it. Maybe watch some videos. Maybe find somebody to ask about the pain."
"Where are you going to find somebody who would even
admit that they do that?" he asks.
I can't tell him that I know two people who do it,
apart from Andy and me. However, I wouldn't feel comfortable asking Mr
Grant or William about the pain.
That raises the question again; why did William show
my brother how to find that stuff? What was he suggesting to my brother? Did he
want to do it with him?
Should I let Mr Grant know?
Probably not! Mr Grant might get mad at William. Then,
William would get mad at me! So would my brother.
I decide to end this discussion.
"Lie on your side," I tell Karl, "and I'll continue
what Jacko was doing to you. Then, you can do it to me.
"Hell, yeah!" he growls, and doesn't need any further
encouragement to face away from me.
We ease our bodies together and a very hard Junior eagerly
slips between my brother's legs.
We swap back and forth, ensuring that neither of us
spurts, telling each other when we need to `wait!'
We are both perspiring, and our bodies have become very
slippery.
"I don't think that I can hold on much longer!" Karl says
to me, sounding almost as though he is in pain.
I feel the same, and Junior is so ready to explode!
I roll onto my back.
"Lie on me, face to face," I tell him.
We both know what to do.
I wrap my arms around his body and run my palms from
his thighs up over the tight mounds of his glutes. Up and back. Again.
I love the feel of his skin, and his muscles, and his
groans.
He has only to kiss my neck, and Junior erupts, firing
off everything, with the movement of my lifting hips, my throbbing dick, and
the hot wetness that we can both feel, sets my brother off.
It's like...? What? Sword fighting? Way better than
that! Wrestling? Even better than that!
We grind our spurting selves into each other, then
collapse.
We are absolutely saturated, from all of the
perspiration, the pre-cum and the spunk!
"Fuck!" Karl growls. "When I said that you do it
better than Jacko does, I wasn't wrong! But, it has never been as good as that before!
OMG!"
"Where's your spunk rag, or towel?" I ask him.
"Hey! Your bed: your towel," he replies.
Of course! And, while we both really need a shower,
that will have to wait until the morning. We don't want to risk Dad and Helen
hearing us, and asking questions, or causing the girls to wake up. I'm going to
have to spray a lot of deodorant around!
This felt so good, that I really don't see the need to
share with my brother the new feeling that Ron taught me; the `prostate' thing.
I'll keep that for Andy, next holidays. Doing it this way with Karl, will keep
him happy.
Then, predictably, so Jacko will be too, at some time.
I'm glad to be back at school!
And, I love it when Mr Grant helps my backside out of
the door. I've missed him doing that!
Our routine has become to stay at Jintabudjaree on
Sunday nights, and to sleep in our new house for a couple of nights, then
Thursday night at Jintabudjaree again.
At the new house, I cook. Karl doesn't complain and he
cleans up.
We travel home to Whispering Gums on Friday for the
weekend. The drivers vary, according to their availability and the work that
they have been doing.
Until his rooms next to the stables at Jintabudjaree are
finished, Jacko, when he's there, sleeps in the pink room.
And, Thursday and Sunday nights, if Will is at home,
Karl always spends time in his room.
But, if Will isn't at home, my brother doesn't remain with
me; he sneaks across to the pink room. He and I both know why, and I pretend to
be asleep.
So, regardless of whether he's playing with Will in
the green room, or Jacko, I get to spend time in Mr Grant's bed. Haha.
OK. Mr Grant and Will both know that I know about them
sucking each other.
However, to ask whether fucking hurts, is probably going
too far! So, I don't.
Does Mr Grant know how much Andy and I do? Did I tell
him, once, or hint at it? He never mentions it, and neither do I.
Time passes so quickly when you are busy!
The school term is now almost finished, which means
that Andy will soon be coming to stay for a month.
The girls are now three months old.
I love how Melody, in her bassinette, kicks her legs
when she sees me. And, when I stand near her, and move a little, she has
started following me with her eyes, and makes sort of gurgling sounds. I think
that she recognises me.
And, we are finally expecting our farm stay guests
from Sweden next week. We have waited for so long! Mr Grant is even going to
allow us to not attend school during the week, being so close to the end of term.
But, we will have to complete some lessons that he said he will prepare for us.
Kind of like the homeschooling that Sam and Mikey told us that they do!
After Anakin let slip what he does with Bjorn, Karl
and I are really looking forward to meeting him!
The day has come! And I don't just mean that it's Wednesday!
Dad says, at breakfast, "Danny will be flying our
guests out around morning-tea time. You should probably refer to Lars and Helga
as `Mr and Mrs Eriksson'. Of course, you can still call Ingrid and Bjorn by
their first names."
That's what I had been thinking, anyway.
"Where is everyone going to sleep, this time?" Karl questions.
"Well," Dad replies, "Kurt has already offered his bed
to Ingrid. Helen and I were hoping that Lars and Helga could have your room, Karl,
if that's OK? But, they may want to stay in one of the workers' huts, which
might be more agreeable for them, and their children."
"And us?" Karl asks.
"I thought that you two and Bjorn could all be
together in the bunkhouse. Jacko too, if he's here. Or Ron." Dad tells him.
"What do you think?"
I look at my brother, who grins and nods.
"So," I say to Dad, "Just to be sure, Karl, Bjorn and
I will be in the bunkhouse for the whole week, with the possibility that Jacko
and/or Ron might join us at some time. Is that right?"
I imagine some extra fun if neither Jacko or Ron is here!
"And, Just think how much work we could get done if
everyone was here at the same time!" Dad grins. "You two, Jacko, Ron, Bjorn,
Lars and me!"
Today, Jacko is at Jintabudjaree, helping with the
work on the stables and his rooms.
Ron is here, so that could work out well. Ron and me.
And Karl can get to know Bjorn better and find out what Anakin told him. The four
of us in the bunk house!
I wonder whether Bjorn will be happy, sharing a shower
with Karl and, maybe, with me too, if Ron and Mr Eriksson are away somewhere working
with Dad.
I expect that Mrs Eriksson and Ingrid will want to
spend time with Helen and the babies.
I hear it first!
"Danny's helicopter is coming," I tell everyone. "I
recognise the sound."
Everyone stops and listens.
"I reckon that you're right, Champ," Ron tells me.
"Let's go and meet your guests."
We all wait on the verandah to see where it will land.
Danny brings the helicopter low enough to raise some
dust and then he takes it up again to observe which way the brown cloud blows.
Pretty clever!
He lands on the south side of the house, about a
hundred metres away, and the light breeze carries the cloud farther away from
us.
When the rotors stop, Danny is the first one out. He
waves to us, then helps Mr Eriksson down from the co-pilot's seat. He's a tall
man! With bushy, blond-whitish hair. Not grey!
"You guys stay here for a bit," Dad tells us. "I'll go
and greet the guests and see if I can help with anything."
Mr Eriksson begins unloading luggage from a storage
compartment while Danny helps down a lady; Mrs Eriksson. Then a girl. It's
obviously Ingrid because Bjorn wouldn't have boobs!
Then Bjorn jumps down, stretches, spots us, waves. He
helps his father and Danny with the bags by moving them away from the
helicopter and lining them up.
Dad shakes hands with everyone, picks up one bag, then
indicates for Mrs Eriksson and Ingrid to follow him and begins to escorts them back
towards the house.
Bjorn picks up two of the bags and follows them.
That's our cue to introduce ourselves.
Ron, Karl, and I step down from the verandah and begin
walking.
We greet Mrs Eriksson and Ingrid then stop in front of
Bjorn, who puts the bags down.
He's not as tall as his father, but with similar-coloured
blond hair, short on both sides and wavy on top. Great smile. Golden-coloured
skin. Pale blue eyes. Tight jeans, with a good-sized bulge up front. Well, of
course I checked him out!
We are about to introduce ourselves when he extends
his hand and says, "Anakin told me that you were twins and that your names were
Karl and Kurt. His sisters, Nora and Emma, look similar, but I find it easy to
tell them apart. Nora has a habit of crossing her arms when she's thinking.
Emma stands with her hands behind her back a lot."
Now that he mentions it, I did notice those things,
but hadn't connected them to specific girls.
Bjorn continues, "However, I think that it's going to be
harder with you two. You seem truly identical. Which is which? Who is who?"
`Whom' I think to myself.
We answer, at exactly the same time, "I'm Karl/Kurt,
and he's Kurt/Karl." It sounds like a jumble of words and we all begin to
laugh.
Then Bjorn says, extending his hand towards Ron, trying
not to be too obvious in checking out his muscley body "Anyway, you must be
Jacko, the handsome farm hand, that Anakin told me about!"
So! I wonder just how much Anakin told his cousin
about Jacko, and Karl!
"I'm Ron, actually," he says, shaking Bjorn's hand. "I'm
the other farm hand. Jacko isn't here today. Maybe tomorrow or Friday." Ron
adds, "And, it probably won't take you too long to work out these two." Then,
he points: "This one's Kurt. And this one's Karl."
"Nice to meet you Kurt," Bjorn tells me, smiling. When
he shakes my brother's hand, he says, grinning broadly, "And I'm very happy to
meet you, Karl."
From the tone of his voice, he seems to have taken an
instant liking to my brother! And, I have to wonder, again, if Anakin told
him everything that he saw Karl and Jacko doing.
"I'll go and help with the other bags," Ron says, and he
continues towards where Danny is locking the luggage compartment.
That leaves Bjorn, Karl, and me together.
"I'll take one of these for you," I tell Bjorn,
picking up a case.
I stare at Karl until he picks up the other one.
Without saying anything, Bjorn points just a finger at
me and then Karl, as though he is memorising something.
We walk towards the house, with Bjorn in the middle.
He opens with, "Anakin told me that this is a fun
place. I've really been looking forward to coming."
"I'm in charge of the horses," Karl tells him.
The two of them turn to look at each other and
exchange some sort of meaningful smiles. I wonder whether Bjorn has connected
`horses' with `horse stalls' and `Jacko and Karl sucking each other's dick' which
Anakin saw.
Karl adds, grinning, "And, just so you know, one of
Helen's rules is that anyone who has been horse riding has to shower before
going into the main house."
"Really? Where?" Bjorn asks.
"Over there in the bunkhouse," Karl answers. "That's
where you, me and Kurt will be sleeping. And possibly Jacko or Ron, any night
that they're here."
Bjorn replies, "Is that where there is room for more
than one person at a time in the shower? Anakin told me about such a place."
"Yes. That's the place!" Karl tells him. "I'll show
you when we take your bags over there."
Almost as an afterthought, or out of politeness, Bjorn
turns to me and asks, "And what are you in charge of, Kurt?"
"Apart from the horses, oh, just about everything
else," I reply, which earns me a dirty look from my brother.
As we reach the verandah, Mr Eriksson, Danny, and Ron
are right behind us; they were obviously walking faster than we were.
"Leave all the bags here on the verandah!" Dad tells
us, appearing from inside, without Mrs Eriksson or Ingrid. "We'll get
everyone settled after having some morning tea."
Following compliments from all of our visitors, Helen
reveals that the apple pie, jam tarts and scones are all my `doing'. And that
her contribution was only the jam and fresh cream.
Bjorn looks at Karl, who tells him quietly, "Yeah. That's
one of those things that my brother's in charge of!"
It sounds really sarcastic, but Mr and Mrs Eriksson
are impressed.
"I wouldn't mind a cooking lesson for these while I'm
here, please," Ingrid asks me. "And, I can show you how to do some Swedish sweets,
if you like."
"That's fine, and thank you very much!" I reply.
Mrs Eriksson volunteers to join the `cooking class'.
Nice! Some more recipes for my Red Book!
The matter of the proposed sleeping arrangements is shared
with our guests.
Mr Eriksson surprises us all, saying, "If nobody
objects, I'd like to bunk in with the guys. Helga and I have talked about it,
and she can have the double bedroom to herself, and will be able to help Helen
with the babies."
Shit! Mr Eriksson is going to be sleeping in with Bjorn,
Karl, and me? All week?
The expressions on Karl's and Bjorn's faces are a
combination of shock and annoyance.
Well, I'm not going to be the one to object! And,
neither would Karl. And, Ron wouldn't say anything. I watch Bjorn who pouts a
little and simply shrugs, `OK', obviously not willing to question his father's
wishes.
Mrs Eriksson and Ingrid have just `settled' their bags
into Karl's room and mine, when the girls wake up.
With the three women left to fuss over the babies,
Karl and I take Mr Eriksson and Bjorn, carrying their own bags, over to the
bunk house.
Karl shows them the location of the light switches and
the toilet. Then, when we go across to the showers, I don't miss the grins
exchanged between him and Bjorn. I'm sure that they haven't had a chance yet to
discuss anything together, but I can read both of their minds!
That's OK! I might get an opportunity with Bjorn while
Jacko is here keeping Karl occupied.
"So, where should we sleep?" Mr Eriksson asks,
indicating the multiple beds.
I answer, "The first one on the left is Ron's. Karl
and I usually sleep down at the far end. Apart from those three, you can choose
any bed that you like."
"Then, I'll take this first one on the
right," he announces. "It's the closest one to the toilet, and if I come in
late, I shouldn't disturb anyone."
We look at Bjorn.
"Well, I'd better sleep down at the other
end too," he tells us. Then, looking directly at his father he says, "That's
about as far away from your snoring as I can get."
Mr Eriksson pretends to take a swipe at
his son, who playfully dodges the swinging arm.
Karl doesn't miss the opportunity to tell
them, "The only other option is to spend a night in one of the workers' huts.
They're both very comfortable. You'll see."
I can't believe that my brother actually said
that! However, it's exactly what I was thinking!
With the girls attended to, fussed over, fed, and back
to sleep, Dad says to Mr Eriksson, "Time for a quick tour of the place, before
lunch?"
His plan is to start at the `lookout', then work his
way back via the northern workers' hut, the swimming hole and then, past the
various sheds of the homestead, to look at the southern workers' hut, the horse
yards and finally, where the firewood is cut and stacked.
Dad also comments about the mulga wood to be cut for
the cattle, the lots of fences to be checked and mended if required, the `mud flat'
area where we can have fun on the quad bikes, plus the possibility of marking
out a new riding trail or two.
Ron has the Land Rover here with him, of course, but
it only has room for five people.
So, will Dad take our four guests in the Land Rover,
and leave Ron here? Or, take the `Rhino', and include Ron?
Done! `Rhino' is the perfect vehicle for taking six
people together on a tour of the property. Dad just has to take more care to
avoid rocks, holes, and branches that might be sticking out, than he would in
the Land Rover or in the ute (which is with Jacko at Jintabudjaree).
While our guests are `touring', I will help Helen
start on lunch.
I thought that Karl would want to go with them, to be
with Bjorn, however, he also offers to help in the kitchen and to set the table,
which shocks Dad, Helen and, especially, me.
Who's he trying to impress?
However, I reckon that when he does go to check on the
horses, he'll be taking Bjorn with him! Then, down in the horse stalls, they
can be together, alone!
"Waah... Waah... Waah." We hear.
"That's Melody," I say to Helen.
"How can you always tell which one it is?" Karl asks.
"They sing differently," I answer, smiling.
"Bullsh..ip", he replies.
Helen comments, "I reckon that he's right. I'll go and
see what she needs."
She returns carrying one baby over her shoulder, one
arm under her little backside, and patting her on the back with her free hand.
"You were right," Helen tells me. "Here, would you
please take her while I prepare some water for her? I think that she's thirsty,
and she's not due for some milk yet."
"You want to take her, Karl?" I ask him. "Or would you
prefer to finish peeling and cutting up the vegetables?"
"Give me the knife!" he replies. "It's safer."
He hates baby vomit!
Helen and I both stare at him.
He grins. He actually does have half a sense of
humour!
I tell him, "When we're finished here, we should move
some of our things over to the bunk house. We'll need at least one change of
clothes, especially if we've been horse riding. And our toothbrushes, and
pyjamas."
"You have a checklist for me?" he asks, no longer
grinning.
"I should have thought of that before our visitors
arrived," I tell him. "My fault!"
Helen smiles at me, then says, "Go and sit on a lounge
with Melody, and I'll bring you her bottle."
With Helen here, I can't remind Karl to add a spunk
rag to his checklist. I'll wait to see if he thinks of it. At least, we washed
the ones from under our pillows when we changed the linen.
Melody's thirst is satisfied. I burp her without any
vomit. And, she snuggles against me, asleep.
"Thank you," Helen tells me. Then she lifts the baby
gently and takes her back to bed.
We gather our things and head to the bunkhouse, then
deposit them in the small cupboards at the far end. We take one bed on each
side.
Bjorn's bag is on the floor, right at the end. Which
bed will he pick?
"Do you want to tell Bjorn which bed is yours before
he chooses one?" I ask my brother. "It could be interesting to see what he
does."
Before Karl can answer, we hear the Rhino, and we both
head back outside.
"I'll put the coffee on," Dad announces.
"I'll take your small bag over to the bunk house,"
Bjorn tells his father, who thanks him.
"What did you think of the property?" I ask him, as we
walk together.
"Great place!" he replies. "I'm looking forward to
doing lots of new things this week. I don't have a quad bike at home," he
continues, "but I do have a ski-doo, or snow scooter. Similar thing to your
quad bike, except it goes on the snow. Ron told us that you guys have a lot of
fun with the bikes on the mud flats. I definitely want to try that."
Karl holds the door open for him. Bjorn puts his
father's smaller bag onto his chosen bed.
"You want to unpack now?" Karl asks him. "There's a
cupboard and drawers on each side."
"Which bed do you want?" I ask.
Instead of asking which bed is Karl's, Bjorn asks a
different question. "So, are you two totally identical?"
"Yes." Karl answers.
Bjorn playfully grabs each of us in a headlock, one on
each side, and replies, "All over?"
This opportunity is too good to miss!
"Yes. Even down here!" I tell him.
With one free hand I grasp the back of his jeans, and I
rest my other hand on his front, covering the obvious bulge
He doesn't react in any way. I thought that he might,
at least, release his grip on us, or push me away, or something.
I can feel three distinct lumps. He clearly has a pair
of good-sized balls and a short, fat dick.
"Do you both like to do the same things?" he asks, at
first allowing my hand to stay in place, then releasing his grip on Karl and
covering my hand with his now-free one. I know what he's hinting at.
Karl, free to move, noticing his hand over my hand on
his jeans, places a hand on top of Bjorn's, gives it a bit of a jiggle, and
answers him, "Yeah. Pretty much all the same things."
"Excellent!" Bjorn grins, and releases us. I let go of
him as well. He continues, "Then, I suppose it doesn't matter whose bed
I'm next to, does it?"
Karl says, smiling, "My brother and I can swap back
and forth, if you like. Nobody would be able to tell, especially at night."
"Double excellent!" he responds. "So, I'll choose the
bed next to yours first."
I knew it! But, it sounds as though he wants to play
with each of us. Junior is happy.
No, not now Junior!
Lunch is roast lamb, seasoned with rosemary and served
with mint sauce. The roast vegetables are crisp on the outside and soft in the
middle. Mrs Cameron's Red Book suggested doing them in duck fat. I remember
seeing some of it when I cleaned out the pantry. Dessert is rice pudding, with sultanas,
and sprinkles of nutmeg and sugar.
Everyone likes coffee.
Mrs Eriksson insists on doing the dishes with Ingrid.
Helen knows where everything goes.
We spend the afternoon playing dominoes, Chinese
checkers, and poker, all the while talking about Sweden and comparing all of
the different things there and here.
And feeding the girls.
We have a light dinner of toasted sandwiches, followed
by peaches and cream.
And bathing the girls and feeding them. Everyone has a
`nurse'.
Karl, Bjorn, and I make our excuses to go to bed
early, because Bjorn is tired from the travel. Ron and Mr Eriksson say that
they won't be long either. Pity that our `together' time will be short!
It's dark and I can hear Ron and Mr Eriksson both
lightly snoring, or, at least, breathing heavily.
I try not to intentionally make out what Karl and
Bjorn are saying, and doing in Karl's bed.
I can only hear the occasional word when their
whispers become louder.
From Bjorn, I distinguish `horses', and `lookout' and
`workers' hut', among the whispering, then `tomorrow'. Then, more whispering.
I guess that Bjorn and Karl are arranging to go horse
riding tomorrow.
I don't have to strain to hear Karl's voice. I'm tuned
to it, even when he's whispering.
His slightly louder response to whatever Bjorn just
asked him is, `I don't know how to!'
I can't imagine what Karl doesn't know what to do with
a horse, or on a horse!
The whispering stops, and I guess that they are `busy'
amusing themselves with each other's body.
Hoping that Bjorn will return to his own bed soon, I
fall asleep, thinking about what it could possibly be that Karl doesn't know
how to do!
Thursday begins with the rooster crowing.
I see Karl sit up and fumble with his phone.
I didn't do it! And, it wasn't his phone. It was the
real one!
Discarding the phone, Karl turns on his side and pulls
the covers over his head.
I take a really quick shower, then get dressed and
hurry across to the house to see how I can be helpful.
Helen is already busy with the girls, and Ingrid is
helping.
Mrs Erikson has many things lined up on the kitchen
bench.
I cook the lambs fry and bacon, and she is very
complimentary. "Kurt, can you please include this in our cooking lesson, when
you are able to give it to us?"
The `sleepy heads' all arrive for breakfast.
Karl points at the hot food and remarks to Bjorn. "My
brother is in charge of that too!"
It's a busy day ahead.
Ron and I will be checking a whole lot of fences down
around and past the horse paddock. And, we will have our lunch in the southern
workers' hut.
For Bjorn and Karl, a whole day is planned horse
riding. Except for meals. Helen has prepared them some morning tea and a full
lunch, so that they won't have to come back to the house `smelling like
horses'.
Mr Eriksson and Dad head off to Cunnamulla for a whole
lot of supplies that Helen wants.
Helen, Mrs Eriksson, and Ingrid intend on spending the
day together, doing `girl things'.
Tonight, a `traditional' Swedish dinner was prepared
by Mrs Eriksson and Ingrid.
Karl and Bjorn appear, looking properly showered, with
no trace of any horse smells. Grinning at each other over dinner.
Dad, Mr Eriksson, and Ron do the dishes and decide to
have a `card games' night.
Karl and I, with Bjorn's help do some of our homework.
Then, us `boys' head for the bunk house.
Karl and I have swapped beds.
Ron and Mr Eriksson haven't come back from the house.
After we hear Karl snoring, Bjorn puts two pillows
into his bed, to look as though it's him, in case anyone looks down here. But,
it will be pretty dark.
He slides in beside me. We are both naked, and it
doesn't take more than a few seconds for us to be playing with each other.
He has nice balls and a lot of hair.
I locate Karl's spunk rag under his pillow, and, after
Bjorn and I spend a bit of time wanking and sucking, our spurting is an exciting
ending!
I hope that Bjorn and I have been as silent as
possible. I think that Karl is still asleep.
I turn onto my
side. So does Bjorn, facing me. We press our slackening bits against each
other's, hold each other's glutes, and we speak in whispers.
We arrange to take
the quad bikes out for a ride tomorrow, maybe onto the mud flats. Then, we will
go to the nearest workers' hut to `clean ourselves up'.
Bjorn asks, a
little hesitantly, "Are you sure that you and your brother really like doing
the same things?"
"Yes," I reply,
confidently. "Pretty sure!"
He tells me,
"Well, Karl was a quick learner today. And, he was fantastic." Then he asks,
"So, would you like to fuck me too?" Tomorrow?
(to be continued)
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