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

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From Chapter 93:

"Breakfast will be at 7:30 tomorrow," Dad tells Karl and Jacko. "You can have an extra hour's sleep."

Andy and I may spend more time in bed, but not necessarily sleeping. And we still have to talk about Uncle!

At the house, we help Dad and Helen unpack everything and clean up.

Dad and Helen hug us, kiss us and thank us. And, again, wish us `Happy New Year'.

I think what a wonderful year it will be, with Andy staying with me for maybe a month, what fun we will have! My 14^th birthday then Andy's 15^th, and Helen's twins will be born. My sisters!

Andy and I head south to the other workers' hut, each on our own bike.

Junior can't wait for another long night.

 

 

Chapter 94 – Who is Coming to Stay?

 

"How do you want to do it?" Andy asks, as we enter the hut, leaving our boots at the door.

"What do you mean?" I ask, yet knowing exactly what he means!

"Shower first? Bed first? Shower then bed then shower again?" he answers.

OK. I see what he means! I was simply focused on actually giving ourselves to each other. And in what positions.

"How about this, first?" I put to him, and I enfold him in my arms and just hold him.

I love the feel of his muscles. I love feeling the beat of his heart, and of his hands on my backside and the aroma of his body. And his bright blue eyes gazing into mine. And how his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. And how our tongues duel like sword fighting – the same as what's happening down below!

"Umm. How about we take our clothes off first?" he grins at me.

 

We start in the shower. With a bit of fun first.

Clean, ready for each other and smelling nice, Andy leads the way to the bed. I love watching him from behind! His shoulders and his back have muscles, probably from his swimming. His narrow hips. His beautiful glutes, especially as they contract. His strong legs – and I imagine them wrapped around me, and then with them over my shoulders!

It's OK Junior! Be patient!

Standing still, Andy says to me, "Imagine how good it would be if this was a double bed!"

My body stops right against his. Junior is upright between his muscular glutes; my chest is pressed against his back and my arms are enfolding his body.

I kiss his neck. Both sides. He groans and I feel him pressing his body back against mine. Could we be any closer?! For that, I would have to be inside him! LOL.

At the same time, his `double bed' words trigger something in my mind.

"You are brilliant!" I tell him.

"What?" he asks, reaching his arms behind him and wrapping them around me, pulling my hips hard against him.

"Double bed!" I answer.

"Yes, but there isn't any room for one in here, is there?" he questions, then he turns us both around so that we have essentially swapped places. I love him behind me.

And that's how we start on the bed, me face down with him on my back.

It's a long night!

 

"How did you boys all sleep?" Dad asks at breakfast, looking around then focussing first on my brother.

Karl answers, "Jacko and I dropped off pretty much straight away, and slept like logs."

I'm not buying it! Apart from needing acting lessons, my brother could do with some lying lessons!

Jacko adds, "It was nice up there in the hut. No rooster!"

Dad turns his face towards Andy and me.

Andy tells him, "Actually, Kurt and I had trouble getting to sleep. We had too much to talk about... what we had each been doing since last time, and what we planned to do, while I am here. But, by the time that we finally nodded off, we were really exhausted!"

My smart boyfriend doesn't need lying lessons, because everything that he said is true! He just left out a whole lot of stuff!

I've thought about the double bed, but I don't want to come straight out with it. There could be some uncomfortable questions! It would be better if Dad and Helen made the decision. I have something planned!

"So, when are our first farm-stay guests coming?" I ask, looking from Helen to Dad.

Helen answers, "At the end of next month. So, we have about seven weeks to get everything prepared."

"How many will there be?" I add to my previous question.

"Husband, wife and two children," Helen tells me. "And, so that you don't have to ask, the girl is 18 and the boy is 16. They're from Sweden, in Scandinavia. It's the middle of their winter, and I think that they are looking forward to a bit of Australian heat to thaw out. I was doing some research while you were away, and I believe that the temperatures over there at the moment are below zero. And, that includes the maximum each day!"

"Have you thought about sleeping arrangements for them?" I ask.

"Your father and I have discussed it," Helen tells me, but none of the possibilities that we came up with seemed really suitable for a family with grown children.

"What do you think, son?" Dad asks me. "Can you suggest anything?"

"It really depends on whether the parents want to sleep together," I answer. "Apart from yours, the only double beds that we have are Karl's and mine."

Dad and Helen look at each other and nod. Perhaps it's something that they have already realised. Or, maybe, they hadn't considered it at all!

"Or," I continue, "They might all be OK in the bunkhouse, or one of the workers' huts. But, if I was one of their children, especially the boy, I wouldn't be happy with that arrangement, sleeping with my parents and older sister in the same room!" I pause, then add, "And, if the brother and sister aren't happy in the same room, we could end up using the bunkhouse and each of the workers' huts, for only four people."

"What about father and son in one workers' hut, and mother and daughter in the bunkhouse, close to the main house?" Dad asks. It sounds as though he and Helen had decided that as an option.

"Or," I add, "Another possibility could be that the mother and father could sleep in my bed, the daughter could have Karl's room and the boy and Karl and I could take the bunkhouse, with Jacko."

"I don't want a girl in my bed!" Karl insists.

That produces a strange, thoughtful silence around the table. There are so many responses to what Karl has just said, and they all have their own complications! I'll bet that our friend Jake wouldn't object to having a girl in his bed!

"You wouldn't have to share, love," Helen says to Karl. "It's a pity that we don't have any other double beds."

That's my cue!

"While you are talking about beds," I start, "We will need some for our new house. And, assuming that Karl and I will be sharing a room again whenever we are in there, we'll need two single beds for him and me, plus, one double for you and whatever for the girls."

They're getting used to hearing me tell them that the twins will be girls!

"Yes," Dad answers. "We're not really sure what to do about that yet."

"Well," I say slowly, so that my words sink in without me having to explain, "We do have a lot of single beds out here, don't we? In the bunkhouse and the two workers' huts."

Dad replies, "Well we could take one from the bunkhouse and one from one of the workers' huts for your room in the new house."

"Or two from the larger workers' hut," I throw in. "I think that we should leave the bunkhouse as it is, for large groups who visit."

"But, if we removed two beds from that workers' hut," Helen starts, "That would leave..."

She looks at Dad. Their brains connect.

He finishes her sentence: "...enough space for a double bed."

"Now, why didn't I think of that?" I ask, lightly hitting the side of my head with the heel of my hand. Then I wink at Andy so that nobody else can see.

Ignoring the rest of us, Dad says to Helen, "That way, we could just buy two new doubles. One for the new house and one for the workers' hut.

"Brilliant, Dad," I say to him.

Leaning back, he grins, absorbing the compliment, and takes another mouthful of coffee.

Helen pauses. She looks directly at me, smiles, and then points at me, the same way that Mr Grant does when he and I play our `naming game'. She's realised what I've just done!

She speaks up. "Kurt, could you please give me a hand in the kitchen, while everyone else tidies up in here? Wash or wipe?"

 

While Jacko is thrashing everyone else at dominoes and Karl is trying his luck at poker, Helen and I make great headway with the breakfast dishes.

"I know what you did in there, Kurt Andersen!" she comments, wiping another coffee mug.

"What?" I ask, pretending that I have no idea what she's talking about.

She continues, "I'm just not sure why."

"Why? What?" I say, this time, stopping what I am doing and looking at her.

"About the double bed!" she tells me, smiling. "Why didn't you just come straight out and suggest moving two singles to the new house and replacing them with a double?"

"If you really want know," I reply. "I had two reasons. I wanted my Dad to think that it was his idea; I don't want him to think that his son is smarter than he is. Secondly, I didn't want my brother to throw another tantrum about me suggesting stuff and being complimented by you and Dad. Again."

"Come here!" she says, slinging the tea towel over her shoulder. And she gives me a huge hug. "They girls are going to love having you as their big brother!"

"So, they are girls, are they?" I ask, grinning.

Hey! I didn't know that she could flick anyone on the backside with a tea towel! Accurately, too!

"But," I start, "We didn't finish solving who was going to sleep where!"

"And, do you have a suggestion for that too?" she asks, staring at me and grinning. I love it when she does that!

"Of course!" I tell her, then put the last of the dishes into the draining rack.

"Well?" she asks.

"How about this?" I start. "The parents can sleep in the new double bed in the large workers' hut. The boy can sleep in the bunkhouse with Karl, Jacko and me. And, the girl can have my room, and help you with the chores in the house."

"What if she doesn't want to do that?" Helen asks. "They are all here for a holiday."

"Actually," I remind her. "This is a farm stay. People get to not only enjoy being here at Whispering Gums, but to help out with all of the farm activities. That includes the chores."

"What if they think that it is sexist, asking the girl to work in the house, when she could be out riding a horse or a bike?"

"She can do that too!" I say. "And muck out the stalls and shoe a horse and chop wood and mend fences, if she wants to."

"Given those options," Helen smiles, "I reckon she'll choose your room and the house!"

"I could always teach her to cook an apple pie," I answer. "Or maybe she could teach me some Scandinavian recipes that I can add to my Red Book."

"Let's see what your dad thinks," Helen says, closing the utensils drawer and draping her tea towel on the handle of the oven door.

 

"Sounds good to me!" Dad tells Helen, who has relayed what I suggested. "We can suggest it to them and gauge their reaction."

Karl asks what I have been thinking, "Do these people have actual names?"

"Sorry," Helen says. "Didn't I tell you?" Then, in response to our shaking heads, she says, "The father is Lars, the mother is Helga, the girl is Astrid and the boy is Bjorn. Helga told me their names in one of her emails."

"They sound like weird names, if you ask me!" Karl responds.

"No more than my name, I suppose," Dad tells him. "Yarn spelled J-a-n."

Karl can't help himself. "Let's see how Kurt likes having a girl sleeping in HIS bed!"

I grin, and pause. "Well, part of her farm stay responsibility will be to keep my room clean... dusting, sweeping, making the bed. Bad luck! You miss out!"

Most people, except for my brother with a stunned face, laugh.

 

The weeks fly by! Horses, bikes, painting, swimming, cutting mulga.

Although we are all together during the days, mostly, I enjoy being alone with Andy at night. However, I'll bet that Karl and Jacko haven't just been `dropping off' every night! Their goofy grins each morning suggest something else!

And, they both seem so happy that I really don't care what they have been doing, even if they have discovered `giving themselves to each other completely'!

I wonder!

In my mind, I have been planning the activities to keep the Scandinavians busy and happy.

 

(to be continued)

 

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