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)

Copyright 2013-2022.  Robert Armstrong.  This complete work of literary art is protected by US, Australian and International copyright law. It is the sole property of the author and may not be reproduced in any form whether in whole or in part without the prior express written consent of the author.  
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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 80:

We both laugh at the talk about birds, whether they are canaries, parrots, chickens or eagles, and continue to enjoy the feeling of each other's firm, wet and soapy bodies. No need to jack off this morning. We did enough last night!

 

It's wonderful to see William and Mr Grant so happy with each other at breakfast! LOL. Their expressions aren't as `goofy' as Karl's and mine and Jacko's, but I can tell what they have been doing during the night. Without broken beds or lamps. Haha.

 

Chapter 81 – Time to Reveal Their Secret

During lunchtime, William signals to me to walk with him.

We come to the far corner of the school yard, so that people can still see us but, more importantly, so that we can see anybody who might come toward us.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Tom reassured me he didn't tell you anything," he start, "but that you saw us both in a dream."

"That's right," I tell him.

"And he told me that you said you saw what we were doing," he adds.

"Everything!" I grin.

"How?" he asks.

"No idea!" I say to him. "And it's even more confusing because Mr Grant told me that it was two days before you two actually... Before it happened!"

"So, you know about us?" Will says, looking very embarrassed. "What we do?"

"Yep," I answer.

"Does Karl know?" he asks.

"Nope." I say. "And I have no intention of telling him either. As far as I'm concerned, it's just something private between you and Mr Grant, and I promise to keep it secret! Yours and Mr Grant's and mine. OK?"

He grins and I think that he's about to grab me in a hug.

Considering where we are and that an explanation to any kids who might see us hugging might be awkward, I extend my fist for him to bump instead.

As we walk back towards where everyone else is, he puts a friendly arm across my shoulders (we kids do that with each other all the time) and asks, "Does Andy like what I taught you?"

"Hey," I tell him. "You told me that you never want to talk about that again!" We take a few more steps and I grin at him and say, "But, yep, he sure does!" Then I take off for the toilets.

Everything feels like `normal' again. The little kids. The lessons, the bossy-boots Deputy Sheriff, our tidy-up jobs, and Mr Grant's hand helping my backside out of the door!

Knowing what he and William do together, I feel special that Mr Grant still wants to `play games' with me, including pointing at me and saying my name.

 

"You can go over to William's room any time," I say to my brother. "You don't have to wait for me to pretend to be asleep."

I wait for William's door to close, and I am about to go and visit Mr Grant when I feel like Uncle is telling me something. This is new. I'm not asleep!

I respond by running my hand across the wall between Mr Grant's room and mine when, suddenly, a panel that I'm touching moves, swivelling like the secret passage in the bathroom. Not much. Just enough to reveal its existence.

I peek through the gap. Should I go in?

I don't want to scare Mr Grant, so I push the opposite side and it shuts.

Neat fit! It's impossible to see where it is when it's closed, and I wonder whether anybody can open it, or just me! Maybe Andy and Mr Grant? Like the front door.

I go the `long way round', knock very lightly on Mr Grant's door then go in.

He holds one side of the covers up and, dropping my pyjama pants, I slide in beside him.

He's quiet. Perhaps, with me knowing about him and William, he's not sure what to say.

So, I start, "Did you and William make up last night?"

"Yes," he tells me quietly. "But it took a long time!"

He chuckles.

Hey, I know exactly what he means.

"Are you too tired to play for a while tonight?" I ask.

He responds by reaching for Junior, who is already half chunky, hoping for a bit of attention.

Junior doesn't stay `half' for long. I love Mr Grant's soft hand as he rubs Junior up and down and his gentleness when he plays with my balls.

I reach across and love the feel of his dick as it also goes from chunky to stiff. He shudders a few times and I know what has happened. I rub his dick with his pre-cum.

"You do that so well!" he tells me softly. "Slowly feels better than when Will is in a hurry."

"May I please do something else?" I ask.

He doesn't answer. He doesn't have time to! I'm already half way down his body and do to him what I did to Jacko yesterday.

He wasn't going to say `No' anyway!

I don't try to make him cum. I just want to make him feel good.

After a while I creep back up his body and lay myself onto him. Our erections are side-by-side and he grasps my glutes.

"Thank you," he says, and kisses me on the forehead.

Then he rolls me over, and I enjoy the feeling of his weight on me.

He slowly slides backwards, down my body, kissing my neck, nipples and belly button on the way. Then he does exactly to me what I have just done to him.

He's better than Karl, even better than William who taught me to do it, and way better than Jacko! However, I still enjoy Andy doing it to me before we... you know!

"Better stop now," I growl. "Or you know what will happen!"

Andy would have kept going, but Mr Grant stops, then moves back up, turns me on my side and snuggles up behind me. He doesn't attempt to push his dick between my legs like Ron or Karl do. I just enjoy the feeling of his hardness resting up between my glutes. And his curly hairs tickling my skin.

He reaches over and around my body and holds my balls gently, and I feel his thumb playing with my `chicken feathers'. He doesn't attempt to jack me off. Junior is happy.

"You really are growing up," he whispers with his mouth next to my ear.

"Thanks," I tell him. "I like how you do everything."

There are a few moments of silence, then he asks, "Kurt, have you told anybody else about what you saw in your dream?"

"Who? You mean, Karl?" I reply. And, before he says anything else, I continue, "No, and it's none of his business. Like I said to William at lunchtime, I'll keep it a secret between William, you and me."

"Thank you," he says, hugging me tighter.

I enjoy the heat of his firm body a little longer and then go back to my room. The long way.

 

"I must have been genuinely asleep when you came back last night," I tell Karl, waking up with my balls in his hand. "I didn't hear you, and I didn't even need to pretend."

"What did you do while I was over in William's room?" he asks me.

I think of an honest answer and then choose my words carefully. "I kept Mr Grant company for a while."

"I'll be that you jacked each other off, didn't you?" he replies, moving his hand onto Junior. "I know you."

"Obviously not well enough," I answer. "Because we didn't. I didn't do it to him, and he didn't do it to me. And that's honest!"

There is a pause of disbelief.

Then I say, holding his stiffness, "If you don't believe me, why don't you ask him yourself?"

That stops him in his tracks! I'm sure that William wouldn't put that question to Mr Grant even if my brother encouraged him to.

 

Days and weekends pass, much the same as they have done for a while now. Ron has stayed a little longer than he originally planned. With much fun!

Even though it's Wednesday, we're in Cunnamulla today. Mr Grant let Karl and me have a `day off'.

Karl has stayed with Jacko back at Whispering Gums. I'm expecting to see some goofy grins when we get back!

Dad is with Helen while she's having a `check-up' at the doctor's.

Saying goodbye to Ron isn't as difficult as it has been in the past.

"Look after yourself, Champ," he tells me. We bump fists, having said some `proper' goodbyes earlier. In private. He boards the coach, then sits at the window so that we can wave to each other.

There are no tears today. We agreed that we would smile at each other, remembering all of the fun that we've had together and with the assurance that he will be back.

 

Dad, Helen and I agreed to meet at our usual cafe after Ron's coach had left and after they had finished with the doctor. It's not far from the coach terminal.

While I'm walking, and thinking, I feel a strange sensation, that the spare room is going to be painted pink and that Junior will not be getting a little brother. Just a feeling!

As I pass Mr Taylor's shop, I slow down and look in to see whether or not I can spot Archie. He must have seen me first, because he comes to the door.

"Hi..., um..., mate," he says.

"Hi, yourself, Archie," I tell him. "It's me, Kurt."

"I wasn't sure," he replies as we bump fists. "It's bloody hard to tell you two apart!"

"So, I've been told," I answer, grinning. I know that Jacko can't! Ron can, so can Dad and Mr Grant. William should be able to by now too! I think that Helen can, although Karl and me swapping clothes that day, with him pretending to be helpful, seemed to throw her!

"So, what are you doing here in town?" he asks.

"Saying goodbye to a friend who's been staying with us, but he had to go back to Sydney,"
I tell him. "And Helen's gone to the doctor's for a general check-up."

"Oh, OK," he answers, seeming unimpressed by either piece of information.

"When are you coming to visit?" I ask. "Has your dad mentioned anything?"

"Not that I'm aware of," he tells me. "But I hope it's soon. It'll be Christmas before long and then we'll probably be too busy."

"I'm sure that my Dad would have told me if anything had been arranged, but I'll mention it to him again," I tell him.

A customer walks past us into the shop.

"That's my cue to go!" Archie says. "See you soon... hopefully."

 

Dad and Helen are waiting at the café, sitting opposite each other at the table near the window and they signal me to come in.

"Coffee and a custard tart?" Dad asks.

I grin and sit down. He knows me pretty well! "Thanks," I reply, turning to look at him, as he signals to the staff.

Helen, across the table, has a funny grin on her face.

"Does that smile mean good news?" I ask, indicating her glow.

Hey! I know that they were going to the doctor's for more than just a normal check-up!

Helen reaches across the table and takes my hand. "It's nice to have somebody to tell," she says to me. "And it's probably time to let everyone else in on our little secret, now that the bump is becoming obvious."

"So, that means it's good news," I smile at her.

"Better than expected," she replies. Then adds, "What do you reckon? Boy or girl?"

I ask, looking at Helen and then at my Dad, "How can they tell? Do they do an X-ray or something, and boys have an extra bit?"

I'm serious.

Helen and Dad both chuckle.

"It's called an ultrasound and they can take pictures," Dad tells me. "Kind of fuzzy, but good enough to see things. But not necessarily any `extra bits' as you say."

Helen takes over. "They can do other tests to check the baby's gender. So, what do you reckon? A boy or a Girl?"

"A girl!" I say, confident of my previous `pink' feeling.

Helen smiles and shakes her head.

I feel a grin on my face. So, it IS going to be a little brother for Junior! "A boy, then."

Again, Helen shakes her head.

I feel the grin melt off my face. "What? How can it be neither a girl nor a boy?"

"Would you like to see the picture?" Helen asks, fishing something from her bag.

"Sure!" I tell her and reach out for the offered picture, wondering what a not-boy, not-girl looks like.

"You're right," I tell them. "It's fuzzy." I turn it left and right trying to make sense of it.

"Well?" Dad asks.

"This looks like a head," I tell him pointing.

"Correct," he tells me.

I study it more, then I point again. "But what's this?"

Helen grins, then pauses. "That's the other one!"

"What do you mean, the `other one'?" I ask. Then it hits me. "What? Two? Twins?"

Dad laughs, "Looks like we don't do things by ones in this family!"

"Wow!" I let out. "First twin boys, and now twin girls!"

I instantly regret my big mouth!

"How would you know that?" Helen asks. "We didn't tell you that bit, yet. Even the doctors aren't 100% certain. It may be one of each."

Dad gives me a brief lesson in `identical' versus `fraternal' twins.

I ask each of them to hold one of my hands. I close my eyes as if I am concentrating on something. But my earlier `feeling' doesn't change. In fact, it's stronger.

"No, it's definitely pink paint for the spare room!" I tell them, opening my eyes and looking from one of them to the other. "No blue."

"Nice guess!" Dad says, squeezing my hand. "One chance in four. But, there other possibilities."

"One in three, actually," I reply. "Like in two-up. Two head, two tails, or one of each. There are only three possibilities."

"How do you know about that game?" Dad asks.

"Um," I start, "I'm not saying that it was one of the farm hands... So, twins are the same odds. Two boys, two girls, or one of each," quickly changing the conversation back.

"So why do you think that they are two girls?" Helen asks.

Without telling them about my `pink' feeling, which I'm now certain is correct, I say, grinning, "Well, we have enough boys already, don't we?"

Dad laughs. "We'll see!" He adds, with a question to Helen, "If he's right, what do you reckon? Should we let him choose one of the names?"

She answers, facing me, "If you should be correct, your father and I will make a short list of our preferred names, and you can choose one. Deal?"

She places her hand on the table in front of me. I lay my closest one on hers, and Dad covers it with one of his own. "Deal!" we all say.

"So, please let us tell everybody," Dad tells me. "Now, you'd better finish that coffee and we'll be off home to see what Jacko and Karl have been up to."

I reckon that I know what they've been up to!

 

We enter the house and, instantly, we know what they've been up to, by the smell.

No, not the same smell as in the bedroom or the workers' cottage after a bit of fun!

Jacko greets us with, "I hope that sausages, mashed potatoes and vegetables are OK for dinner."

"How thoughtful of you both!" Helen says, taking each of them in a hug and kissing them.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Dad says to Karl and me. "I arranged with Tom that you can both stay here tonight, and I'll drive you to school in the morning. And, while I'm in there, I will check out the building progress. They're getting very close to finishing the houses from what I understand! The pub is already completed. It looks amazing!"

He's right! We can see it from the school. It looks even better than the original in the photos hanging around the walls of the dining room.

"Maybe, I'll come too," Helen says. "I'd like to see it for myself, and I can have a chat with Julie Smith at the same time."

"We didn't make anything for dessert," Jacko says.

Karl adds, "But there are tins of pears and other stuff in the pantry."

"And we bought some fresh cream with the other groceries in Cunnamulla," Helen tells him. "So, I'll arrange dessert."

"And, I'll make the coffees," Dad adds.

"Looks like I'm the kitchen hand for the evening, then," I tell them all, smiling.

Over dinner, Karl says to Dad and Helen, "Jacko and I have a surprise. We've been making something for you."

Eh? How could I not know that? I thought that they'd spent every spare moment just playing with each other's body!

"What?" Dad asks.

"You'll see." Karl says. "After dinner."

"I love surprises," Helen tells them. "In fact, I have a surprise for you, too."

"What?" Karl asks.

"You'll see." Dad tells him. "After dessert."

We all laugh at Dad using Karl's words back on him.

The sausages, potatoes and vegetables disappear in far less time than it would have taken to prepare them.

Then Karl and Jacko disappear.

Dad and I clear everything from the table and stack it in the kitchen ready for the kitchen hand to deal with. LOL

Helen prepares the desserts.

With the bowls and spoons on the table, Jacko beckons everyone to join them outside.

There, on the verandah are two long wooden seats. Benches.

"They were made with off-cuts from the timber in The Village." Jacko tells us. "Marty said that we could use them."

"So, now, you can sit here and watch the sun set, if you like," Karl announces.

"How on earth did you manage to keep these a secret?" Helen asks.

Jacko replies, "Ash designed them, and some of the guys on the job made all of the separate pieces in their lunch times. We just had to bring the pieces back here and put them together, down in one of the sheds. Simple."

"When did you do that?" Dad asks.

"Today!" Karl says. "As soon as you and Ron all left this morning, Jacko and I went into The Village to collect everything. We've been putting them together all afternoon. Surprise!"

Helen takes a handkerchief from her pocket and wipes her eyes. "Thank you both, so much!"

I'm very proud of my brother! And Jacko! I almost need the handkerchief from my own pocket! I really owe them an apology for what I was thinking they'd be doing all day. But, perhaps they managed a bit of that fun too! I hope so.

"Thank you, guys," Dad says, pulling each of them into a man-hug and patting their back. "Very thoughtful of you both!"

Jacko adds, "Ash designed the back-rests to resemble gum trees, that fit in with this place: `Whispering Gums'. And the guys did a great job of putting all of the pieces in the right place."

Now, Helen loses it completely, and has to wipe her eyes, mop her face and blow her nose!

"Well, dessert's ready," she announces, taking deep breaths. "Why don't we have it out here? There's plenty of room for all of us!"

"I'll bring the coffee mugs," Dad says.

There is a flurry of activity.

My brother and I agree, collecting our desserts, that we don't need to `play' tonight.

I had some early fun with Ron this morning. Jacko and Karl had plenty of time to be alone.
I can't imagine that it would have taken them all day to assemble the pieces of the two benches, with most of the work having been done by the guys working in The Village.

We all quickly take our places, with bowls in our hands and coffee mugs at our feet.

"These are really comfortable as well as beautiful!" Helen tells Jacko and Karl. Her handkerchief comes out again.

We sip and eat and talk and watch the last traces of sunlight change from orange to red then to become just a fading deep purple glow below the darkening horizon; everything between it and us is now just a black silhouette. It's a beauty that I'd never noticed, before now!

"Kitchen duty!" I announce standing and collecting the empty bowls into a stack, holding the spoons against the rim of the top one with my thumb. "But you'll all have to bring your own mugs. I don't have enough fingers to hang them off!"

They all fling their coffee dregs out onto the dirt and then hang a mug onto one of Dad's upturned and waiting fingers. "I'll give you a hand, son," he tells me. "Early start tomorrow morning for you and Karl. Showers, breakfast and then the long drive to school."

"Wait!" Karl calls. "You said that you had a surprise after dessert. Well, it's after dessert! What's the surprise?"

"Oh, yes," Helen replies, smiling at my Dad.

"Just a minute!" Dad tells everyone. "We'll just put these into the kitchen."

Dad and I return. He sits next to Helen and I park my backside next to my brother. I'm grinning because I'm pretty sure that I know what's coming!

"Do you want to tell them?" Helen asks my Dad, taking his hand in hers.

"Well, we're expecting to welcome a new person around here soon," Dad says.

That's an interesting way of putting it!

"Two actually!" Helen adds.

"What? Farm stay guests?" Karl asks. "When?"

"In five or six months," Dad replies.

"What are their names?" Karl again asks, eager for some detail.

"We don't know yet," Helen tells him.

"How long are they going to stay?" Karl puts to both of them. "One week, two, a month?"

Dad looks at Helen then at Karl. "Forever."

"What?" Karl says, looking astonished. "You don't know exactly when they're coming, or their names and they are going to be here permanently? What gives?"

I see Jacko put his hand on Karl's thigh, exactly on the spot where Dad does his `death grip', and he says, "I think they're trying to tell you that they are going to have a baby. Or haven't you noticed anything lately?"

"Two actually!" I announce. "Weren't you listening? Helen said `two'."

Standing, Jacko shakes Dad's hand and gives Helen a hug. "Congratulations!"

I reach for my brother's chin to prevent his mouth from catching flies or evening bugs.

 

(to be continued)

 

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