Kurt

 

Life in The Village, through the eyes of a student at the remote school.

This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)

The resemblance of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person is purely coincidental.

If it is illegal, or offensive, for you to read stories involving interactions of a sexual nature between adults and youths, then what are you doing here?

 

 

 

From Chapter 48:

After dinner, we share the dishes. I wash. Karl dries. Helen puts things away. She's been here often enough to know where everything goes. At Whispering Gums, I suppose that she will put things wherever she likes, because it's her place now.

Chinese Checkers. This is a game that all four of us can play. Helen's good at it. So am I. Karl's not too bad either. Poor Dad! He comes last every time.

My brother and I get ready for bed. With our pyjamas on. We kiss Dad and Helen and decline, with thanks, her offer of reading to us in bed. Karl and I have other `business' that we want to attend to! With our pyjamas off.

Chapter 49 – So Many Changes!

"How are we gonna be able to do this, if we'll be sleeping in separate rooms in future?" Karl asks, slipping naked into my bed beside me.

"We'll work something out," I reply. "We'll just have to sus out the place first."

I love the feel of my brother's cock going from soft to hard!

However, Junior doesn't want to play tonight, apparently! Despite all of Karl's encouragement, and my willingness.

"Hey, this isn't like you! What are you thinking about?" Karl asks. "Whatever it is, cut it out!"

I know what it is!

"I'm missing Andy," I tell him. "We didn't get to have a lot of time together."

"But you said that you both got each other to spurt!" Karl fires back. "Like Joey and me at his place."

"Yes, but I just wish that he was here," I say.

"What would you do, if he was?" Karl puts to me. Then he adds, "Why don't you show me? Pretend that I'm Andy and do to me whatever you want to do to him."

I'm not about to tell him everything that Andy and I do! Or to show him!

I need to think of something that's different to what Karl and I usually do, but still keep Andy's and my secrets.

I peel the bedclothes back and kneel between Karl's legs, closer to his feet.

"I would start by running my hands up his legs, and playing with his balls and cock before laying myself on top of him," I say to my brother.

"Do it!" he tells me.

I start at his ankles, one hand on each leg, and start to run my hands upwards.

"Hey!" I say. "What's this?" stopping before I even get to his knees.

"What?" he replies.

"You've got hairs on your legs!" I tell him.

"We've always had hairs on our legs!" Karl says. "Haven't you ever noticed?"

"Yeah," I say. "But these are different. They feel thicker than usual. Like Dad's, and William's, and, and like Andy's."

I leave out Mr Grant's and Ron's.

"And Joey's," Karl adds.

There is silence, while I feel for my own.

Then, with the mind of twins, Karl and I announce together, "Growing up!" and we laugh.

I think those words are what wakes up Junior.

I continue to run my hands up Karl's legs, as I told him.

I play with his balls and his hard cock, which jerks. At the feel of it, Junior fully expands.

I lay myself on top of my brother and enjoy rubbing Junior against his. Up and down. Across and back. One of us starts to feel slippery, and I know why.

Karl and I turn on our sides, facing each other, and play `milk the cow'. His and mine are thicker than Andy's and almost as long.

I'm glad that my spunk rag is where I left it.

Instead of going back to his own bed, my brother snuggles with me, and we fall asleep, like Ron and I have, and as Andy and I have. I like the feel of Karl's front side against my backside and of his `chicken feathers' against my `nice glutes', with his arm over my chest.

 

I'm not accustomed to waking up to the smell of breakfast. On a school day, Karl and I usually make breakfast for ourselves because Dad leaves for work early. It's about two hours' drive to Whispering Gums for him.

My movement also wakes up my brother, who is still in bed with me. He gives Junior and my balls a quick jiggle, and I do the same to him. We are both fully `relaxed' and it feels good just to have a handful of his softness.

I'm tempted to simply dash to the bathroom for a quick pee but, being naked and realising that somebody must be in the kitchen, I pull on my pyjama pants first.

"Good morning, Kurt," Helen says, as I emerge from my bedroom.

"Good morning, Helen," I reply, thankful that the lower half of me is covered. "I'm going to have a quick shower before I get dressed for school."

Just as I'm about to go into the bathroom, I turn to her and say, "Smells great! Thank you!"

I close the bathroom door and my pyjama pants come off as quickly as I had pulled them on. Peeing is more urgent than turning on the taps. Relief!

I step into the bath and begin to regulate the water temperature.

"Just having a shower before school," I hear Karl say as the bathroom door opens and then closes again.

He whips down his pjs and begins to pee. All over my legs. Then he raises his cock and sprays Junior and my balls. He laughs.

"Hey!" I protest.

"Sorry," he says. "I couldn't wait, and you were in the way. Besides the shower and I will wash it all off for you!"

Usually, if we pee together, we are alongside each other. It's `different' watching his cock peeing directly in front of me. Peeing all over me!

Stepping in to join me and without even asking, he grabs the soap and begins to wash me. With the warm soapiness, and the familiarity of Karl's hands, Junior starts to wake up.

"Not now," I tell Karl. "Helen almost has breakfast ready."

I do give him a quick wash, though, and I stop when he starts to get chunky as well.

We dry ourselves, wrap the towels around our waists and grab our pyjamas from the floor.

"Good morning boys," Dad says from the dining table and we walk the few steps from the bathroom to our bedroom.

"Dad! I thought that you would have already left for work," I say to him.

"Helen and I decided to have breakfast with you, seeing that it's your first day back at school," Dad replies, "then we will drive up to Whispering Gums and help the Camerons with their packing. And Helen has made lunches for you both."

"OK. Thank you." I say. "Well, we can start dinner for you later, if you like. Both of you. Same time as usual?"

"Thanks, sport," he replies. "Same time as usual would be great. Thank you."

 

It's so good to see everyone! Has it only been two weeks? So much has happened since the last day of school!

"What's wrong with your voices?" David asks us. Trust him to notice it straight away!

"Shark pee!" Karl tells him.

That stops David dead in his tracks. At least his usual perpetual-motion mouth stops!

After his brain has processed all known possible explanations, he finally squeaks, "What?"

Karl checks, "Do you remember what William told everyone about the shark last holidays?"

David nods. So, Karl strings him along. "Well, there are so many man-eating sharks in the ocean that when they pee, it changes the water, which causes people's voices to go deeper if they swallow it. I guess we had our mouths open too much while we were swimming!"

David looks stunned and walks away, shaking his head.

Jake, who has overheard what Karl has said, comments, "Shark pee? That's a good one! When my voice changed, William reckoned that it was caused by too much wanking!"

I smirk and answer, "Yeah, well that sounds like a more realistic probability for us too!"

Jake, Karl and I all look at each other, then break up, laughing!

William, seeing us laughing, comes over. Jake tells him the whole story.

So now all four of us know that everybody else does it! I wasn't sure about Jake before.

We keep laughing, probably at our own thoughts. Mine is imagining Jake doing it. And I picture his low-hanging, O'Brien-family balls bobbing up and down too!

Jane comes over to us, pokes her head in and asks, "What's so funny?"

Jake tells his sister, "Oh, it's nothing. You wouldn't understand!"

And that sets off another round of laughter!

I wonder if she knows what her brother does. And William. And us.

It's so good to start the new term on such a positive note!

As we file into school, the little kids all go before Jane, then William, Jake, Karl and me.

As we pass through the outside door, I see Mr Grant look at Karl, point at him and mouth, `Kurt.'

Karl has no idea what is going on and just walks through the classroom door.

I pout at Mr Grant. How could he not remember which one is me? I'm shattered!

"Hey, only joking sport!" he whispers to me, and he gives me a firm, friendly swat and squeeze on my backside so that nobody else can see.

I go through the inside door, grinning.

So, he's in a good mood, is he? Yeah!

I think that my time without Andy is not going to be as miserable as I was dreading!

 

We do the usual `what I did during the holidays' thing, and I let Karl do most of the talking.

I tell all of the kids that we saw Andy and that he says, `Hello!' to everyone.

Mr Grant has advised us not to mention about our phones. So, we don't.

David asks William, "Did you see any sharks this time?"

William answers, "No, but I reckon that Karl and Kurt know that there's a lot of them swimming around!"

David's eyes widen.

It's a joke which is lost on everyone else, except Jake and us.

Jake tells everyone, but especially for the benefit of Mr Grant, William, Karl and me, that a whole lot of `equipment' arrived while all of us were away. Just a few days ago.

Mr Grant reminds everyone that there is going to be a lot of work done in The Village in the next few months.

He also asks, "Who remembers Ms O'Sullivan from the Council and Mr Cook, the architect?"

All of the kids raise their hands.

"And there was also the other Mr Grant, the helicopter pilot," David adds.

David can be a pain in the butt sometimes, but he's really quite smart for a little kid!

Mr Grant says, "Well, I think that we will be seeing a lot of Ms O'Sullivan and Mr Cook in the future. There will be a lot of changes here, and they will be exciting for us to watch.

Mr Grant may not realise exactly how true his words are, about seeing more of Helen. He doesn't know yet about my Dad marrying her. Or does he? Nah! He couldn't. Karl and I only found out yesterday!

 

During lunchtime, while we are kicking the ball around, I see the Council's Land Rover come from over the bridge and pull up outside the school.

Mr Grant has seen it too, and heads down to the gate.

I start to walk towards the gate, but Dad holds up his hand to `stop'.

What's going on?

So, I wave to Helen in the Land Rover. She smiles and waves back.

Dad and Mr Grant chat for a bit. Karl and I watch them the whole time.

When they've finished, Dad beckons us.

I feel like a sheep dog. Stay! Come!

Dad says, "I've invited Mr Grant, and Will, to come over for afternoon tea."

My face questions `Why?'

"I just want to fill him in on our change of address," Dad tells us, "And the reasons."

He grins. Karl and I grin, knowingly. Mr Grant smiles politely.

We call out good-bye to Helen and say the same to Dad, who points towards the others waiting for us to continue our football game! Another sheep dog signal! `Go back'!

I wonder whether Karl and I will be able to have our own dog when we move to Whispering Gums. Do dogs eat much?

 

After school, Karl, William and I take the short-cut to our place and beat Mr Grant in The Beast who hasn't even turned the corner out of the school street yet.

"Hi Dad", I say as we burst in, yonks ahead of Mr Grant.

"Hello Mr Andersen," William adds. And, "Hello Ms O'Sullivan."

Dad replies to me, "Why don't you and Karl teach Will to play Chinese Checkers while Helen and I go for a walk and talk to Mr Grant? Helen already has afternoon tea ready, and we can have it when we return. OK?"

Helen says, "Or you can start without us, if you like. Everything is on the bench."

It smells wonderful. I check it out. Sliced, buttered cake and a plate of cookies.

"Hey, Will," Karl asks, "You want coffee and something to eat?"

Dad and Helen `intercept' Mr Grant as he is walking up the path. Then, after a brief word, they all head across towards the pub.

"What's going on?" William asks, biting a cookie, then stuffing the rest of it into his mouth and grabbing three more. That's a quarter of all the cookies gone!

"We're moving," Karl tells him.

"But we can't say anything, just yet," I add. "I think that Dad is filling in Mr Grant, now."

"Where to?" Will asks.

"It's a lot farther than Jintabudjaree," Karl says. "But I can't tell you where, exactly."

"Why not?" Will persists.

Karl opens his mouth to say something, but I beat him to it. "Shut up, Karl! Let Dad or Mr Grant tell him."

Will and Karl both stare at me as though `shut up' are the rudest words to ever come out of my mouth. They're not, by the way!

I add, "If you want to talk, why don't you explain to Will how to play Chinese Checkers?"

So, Karl takes command of the rules of the game, and Will catches on quickly.

"This is just like draughts," William says. "Only, more people can play."

(In Australia, we call it `draughts', not `checkers'.)

"How come you're so good?" Karl asks, after Will wins.

"Marty taught me to pay draughts and we used to play a lot," Will answers. "This is pretty much like that. You have to plan and set up your moves. Just like in draughts. Marty gave up playing with me because I always used to win."

"It's harder when lots of people play," I comment. "It would be fun if the three of us, Dad, Helen and Mr Grant could all play at the same time."

It must be magic. At the mention of their names, the three `oldies' appear on the verandah.

I can tell from the smiles on their faces and their happy body language, that Mr Grant now knows everything about Dad and Helen's `engagement'.

 

Karl and I sit in our usual seats, opposite Dad and Helen (who is in Mum's seat). Mr Grant is at the end of the table.

Coffee mugs, small plates with our own selection of cake and cookies, plus the Chinese Checkers game, occupy most of the space on the table.

As we play another game, Dad fills us in with what he and Helen have told Mr Grant.

At the same time, the information answers Will's curiosity. He now knows that Helen is the new owner of Whispering Gums, that Dad and Mum are divorced and that Dad and Helen are going to be married. He is surprised that we are all moving to Whispering Gums next weekend, and that our house is going to be moved, somehow, to become an office for all of the workmen.

I also learn that Dad and Marty are going to be looking after different bits of the work and helping out. Dad is uncertain how much work he will be able to do in The Village, now that he will be the `live-in-manager' of Whispering Gums.

And Mr Grant has offered for them to have the wedding reception at Jintabudjaree. Dad and Helen haven't yet decided where they will actually be married – at Whispering Gums, or at Jintabudjaree, again offered by Mr Grant.

Another thing to be finalised is where Karl and I are going to sleep during the week. We certainly don't want to spend four hours driving each day! One suggestion is that Will and Mr Grant are invited to dinner each Sunday and we will go back to Jintabudjaree with them and stay there during the week and travel with them to school. Then Dad and Helen are invited to dinner at Jintabudjaree on Friday and Karl and I will travel back to Whispering Gums for the weekend.

Or something like that.

Will says, "Wait until Marty's mum finds out! She will be totally pi... , I mean `cheesed off' that there is something going on that she wasn't the first one to know about it."

We all know what he means, and we laugh about it. I remember at the dinner we had when the helicopter pilot Mr Grant and Mr Cook, the architect, and Helen first came to The Village. Mrs O'Brien looked as though her ears were straining all night to hear what everybody was saying, in case she missed something.

Mr Grant grins, "Will, why don't you and I drive down and invite Marty to dinner at the pub with all of us tonight, then tell him everything that's going on. And, I'd love to be a fly on the wall, when he `accidentally' mentions what he knows to Acacia!"

"That's cruel!" Helen tells him.

Will says, "You don't know Marty's Mum very well, yet, do you?"

"Hey. Don't forget," Helen reminds him, "that I went to school here with Marty and his brothers. I know the whole family quite well, including Acacia." Then, after a long pause, she adds, "Although I can see how uplifting it would be for Marty, to be the one to tell her."

It is settled!

When Helen beats Will by one move, he and Mr Grant head out to The Beast, Will relieving the plate of its last cookie on the way.

Mr Grant says, "I'll stop in at the pub and arrange everything with Julie Smith. Six o'clock suit everybody?"

"Plenty of time to freshen up!" Helen says. "Thank you, Tom."

There is still some cake that Will hasn't eaten so Dad, Helen, Karl and I have another coffee and play one more game.

Helen looks at Dad and then asks Karl and me, "How are you boys feeling about everything?"

"Well," I say, "it's certainly a lot to think about, but I'm really happy that you were the one to buy your grandfather's property. I think that it's a wonderful place!"

I recall the happy times that I was able to spend with Ron out there, and look forward to remembering every single detail of what we did, and actually living there.

"And how do you feel about moving away from our house, here?" Dad asks.

"It's OK," Karl says. "At least out there we can ride horses and the quad bikes any time."

I say, "Helen, I'm really glad that you and my Dad are getting married. You make him so happy! And that makes me happy." Then, responding to Dad's question, I say, "But, it will be sad to move out of this place. But it isn't really ours, is it? It belongs to Mr Grant and William, doesn't it?" I continue, "There are many good memories here. Like singing `Rub-a-dub-dub in the bath with you and Karl when we were little. And lying on the rug in front of the fire without our pyjamas. And the bedtime stories. And cooking dinner for you. And cleaning the outside toilet every Saturday when Karl didn't remember that it was his turn!"

Karl pouts and says, "Hey! No I didn't!"

Dad smiles, and winks at me, acknowledging the truth of it!

I add, "But, I'm looking forward to starting a `new' life at Whispering Gums. It's a perfect time, with Karl and I `growing up' and being able to be more helpful. Karl can help you look after the horses, and I'll take care of all the workers' cottages and mend the fences."

"And, you might even share some of Mrs Cameron's secret recipes with us," Helen says, reaching across the table and squeezing my hand.

"What if I cook on Sundays?" I say to her. "You and Dad can sleep in while I do breakfast, and then lunch and I can cook dinner for all of us and Mr Grant and William."

"That won't work!" Dad says. "I don't want you to be our `Sunday slave'. I want you to have fun on the weekends while you are out there."

Helen says, "Thank you Kurt, but let's share Sundays. OK?"

I think about it. Dad is right. "Deal!" I say, and stretch out my fist for her to bump."

Done!

Thinking how long it took Ma and Mum to get ready to go out that day, I say to Helen, "Would you like to use the bathroom first, before we three `men' mess it up?"

 

We walk across to the pub when we hear The Beast coming.

We say hello to Marty and shake hands with him.

"Something wrong with your voices?" he asks,

"No!" Karl corrects him. "We're just growing up."

"Yes, I can see that," Marty replies, smiling. I catch him looking at the front of Karl's and my jeans. "I mean, I can hear that!" he tries to correct his slip-up. Anyway, I don't care!

Marty and I walk in last, and I say quietly to him, "So, maybe we'll have bigger sausages at breakfast too." Then I add, "I mean, more sausages."

He knows exactly what I was telling him! He smirks at me and ruffles my hair.

"Hey!" I say. "It took me almost ten seconds to brush that and get it right!"

"Sorry," Marty says. "Here! Let me fix it for you." Then he ruffles it more, and hurries inside, away from me.

We all have our drinks and enjoy a beautiful roast dinner.

I had been hoping that Mrs Smith had done apple pie for dessert! Yes! Yum! With custard and cream too!

Over dinner, Dad, Helen and Mr Grant fill Marty in on what was discussed earlier. I also learn from Mr Grant that Mr Cook, the architect, will be coming at the end of the week, to plan everything with Marty. All of the equipment is already here. The greatest thing to see will be moving our house the following week.

Everybody wants to watch that. Nobody has ever seen a whole house moved before!

Will adds, "And Ash, I mean Mr Cook, will be staying at Marty's place after your place is set up as the office.

He leans over to me, next to him, and whispers, "Marty and Ash get on really well together."

What did he mean by that? And why did he just whisper it to me? Hmm.

 

(to be continued)

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