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North Platte Summer
Chapter 3
Papa
Rusty and Nathan
dashed into the house slamming the screened door. "Nathan! Rusty! You boys
slow down now and don't you slam my door, you hear me?" Momma yelled after
them as they raced through the kitchen.
"Sorry
momma:" Nathan's voice wafted back to her while his naked back disappeared
into the darkened hallway where the stairs to the upper levels resided. The
boy's had their own floor on the third level and their bathroom was right
across the hall from their shared bedroom. They were racing to see who would
make it there first and therefore who would have the most hot water. Rusty was
leading, but just. Momma and papa’s room
was on the ground level because neither of them wanted to climb those stairs
when they went to bed.
"I swear
those boys will be the death of me!" Momma shook her head and went back to
tending to the chicken and dumplings she was preparing. Right now she didn't
need distractions because Southern style wet dumplings are a fickle dish and
easy to mess up if you are not paying attention. She could hear the boys' foot
falls dashing down the hallway on their floor of the house. A small smile
graced her face as she thought about how childish her nearly grown boys could
still act.
A door to the
right of the kitchen opened and papa stuck his head out of his office.
"Was that the boys coming through here just now? Sounded like a freight
train."
"Sure was
honey, they're upstairs cleaning up for lunch. I'll have to say they seem very
energetic all of a sudden. Much more so then when they were in the garden
hoeing." A twinkle ignited her eyes as she reminisced about her own
childhood and how they'd do most anything to get out of hoeing the garden in
Mississippi's swelter.
"That doesn’t
surprise me.” Papa chuckled. “I better go and have a talk with them before your
momma gets here. We don't need them running through the house like a bunch of
wild Indians while their grand-momma’s around. It makes her nervous." He
started for the hall door.
"Just don't
tell’em she's coming. The boys haven’t seen their cousin Jason since they were
about five and she wants to surprise them."
A curious sort of
look filled his eyes; one that said he was no fool. "Now momma you know I
ain’t gone’a ruin Anna's surprise. She'd bop my ears real good if I even thought
of it." He disappeared into the hall to go admonish his sons for not
adhering to the rules of the house.
As papa reached
the stairs the telephone on the kitchen counter rang. "Rusty dear, would
you please get that for me before going upstairs? I've got my hands full with
lunch." His wife's voice reached him as his foot planted on the first
step.
"Oh, alright."
Grumbling to himself he turned around and stepped back into the kitchen lifting
the phone receiver off its cradle. "Hello?" A short pause of silence.
"Oh, hello Anna. How was your trip? Are you and Jason at the
airport?" This time a longer pause. "Ah, I see. OK. No that's fine,
that’s fine.” Pause. “Yes, I'll tell Nancy. She has her hands full at the
moment with lunch. If you'd like to wait she'll talk with you as soon as her
hands are free?" Another pause. "OK, I'll tell her." Pause.
"I love you too dear. Be safe and we'll see you when you get here."
Pause. "Goodbye Anna." He returned the receiver to its cradle.
"What is it
dear, what's wrong?" A crease worried Nancy’s forehead.
"Anna and
Jason's flight was delayed in Chicago. They will be late getting here. She said
she'd call back if anything else changes." He sighed. "Damned party
line we're on. You know, she's been trying to get through to us for the last
three hours? The lines have been busy all that time."
"Oh dear, Ruth
and Agnes were probably gossiping again. They talk constantly and about the
darnedest things too. Did momma say when they might be here?" Nancy worry
spread to her wringing hands.
"Well, Ruth and Agnes need to have some respect for their neighbors. What if
there'd been a real emergency?” Rusty looked at his wife and his face softened.
“Yes dear, Anna said they'd be arriving in North Platte around four-thirty this
afternoon and then they have to rent a car and drive here. They should be here
around five or five-thirty." He walked over and wrapped her in his warm,
strong, arms kissing the worry lines from his wife's forehead. "It will be
OK Nancy. This sort of thing happens all the time."
Nancy hated flying
and she worried constantly when one of her loved ones was in the air. "I
know it Rusty, but I still hate it when someone I care about is flying. I
really wish momma had driven up here. It'd be safer."
"Dear, flying
is safer than driving; all the statistics show it, and they will be alright." Hugging her
tightly he kissed her forehead again. "I love you Nancy Anna McKlindon, and Momma Anna
and Jason will be just fine. You'll see." Releasing her he looked into her
eyes finding what he was looking for – reassurance his wife was calming down.
"However, there are a couple of boys upstairs who needs a lecture about
behaving in the house. Both of them are far too old to be acting like
undisciplined children in here."
"I know momma
and Jason will be alright." Nancy sounded hopeful. "Now you be easy
on those boys. All they were doing was acting like boys will."
Papa grinned at
her. "Yea I know momma. I miss those days. I swear I do." His back
disappeared into the darkened hallway. Reaching the stairs he started climbing.
This old three story Victorian seemed like a grand place that anyone would love
to have, but the older one gets, the more difficult it is to navigate all the
damned stairs. Papa grunted as he began climbing the second set heading for the
third level. He was no wimp at sixty-five years old. He stood a stocky
5'8" with vice grip strength in his arms and legs and could out work even
the youngest of his hired hands. Therefore it was puzzling why he was all of a
sudden out of breath as his left hand went numb. Using his right one he started
to massage the numbness away from his left when a sharp pain rent through his
chest sinking him to his knees. His right hand instinctively reached for a
holding grip onto the ancient hand rail. The pain passed almost as quickly as
it came, but the worry it left behind continued stabbing his mind. After
catching his breath he eased the rest of the way up to the third floor landing
and headed down the hall toward the boy’s bedroom.
As he approached the
juncture between their bedroom and bathroom he heard both of them laughing in
the latter of the two rooms. Curiously he opened the door and looked inside.
Steam kissed the ceiling. A drawn curtain hid both voices. Looking curiously at
the shielding material papa walked in clearing his throat. "Rusty,
Nathan?" Dead silence accompanied only by the rush of shower water
spraying behind a wafting curtain met papa’s ears for a moment.
Behind their
shield Nathan turned every shade of red there was and wished the water coursing
down his torso would wash him down the drain with the soap. Rusty on the other
hand thought quicker than his brother. "Yea, papa?" He poked his head
around the edge of the curtain trying his best to look as innocent as he wished
he felt.
"Why are you
both in the shower?" Rusty read a glint of danger in papa's eyes. The
truth of it though was simple confused curiosity puzzling him about how exactly
to proceed.
"Well, Stan
told us Momma was about through fixing lunch and we thought it would be quicker
for us to share the shower." Rusty smiled and hoped his dad would accept
the answer without questioning it too closely. Common sense would tell almost
anyone that two young men showering together would exacerbate the problem.
"Ah, I see." Papa’s sarcasm hinted
that he wasn't buying it, but he chose to let it go. Strangely enough he seemed
to be proud of his sons for sharing a shower. "It's about damn time you two started acting
like brothers." He thought the words rather than expressing them openly.
"Is there
something you wanted papa?" Rusty was as anxious as his brother to get
their dad out of the way and back down stairs leaving them the freedom to
complete what they'd started.
"Yes I do.”
Papa was thankful Rusty’s question had reminded him why he’d come up there to
began with. “When you two came charging in a little bit ago it sounded like you
were bringing down the house. Now you both are well aware that there is no horse
playing in the house. That means no running or slamming doors either. You both
know better.” Papa stopped and took a deep breath, his left hand still tingling
from earlier.
"Oh! Sorry
papa.” Rusty grimaced with embarrassment. “We forgot, but we won't do it again,
promise!"
Nathan grunted in
agreement in the background. A small "Yea, sorry papa" leached from behind
the curtain like a wispy fog through trees.
Papa stepped up to
the toilet, pulled out his cock, and started relieving himself in front of his
son. Hearing this Nathan couldn't resist and stuck his head from behind the curtain
in front of Rusty's chest exposing more of his brother to papa than Rusty would
have liked. The brothers watched their dad while he pissed. "What, haven’t
you boys ever seen a man piss before?" With that papa reached over and
pulled the curtain back exposing both his sons completely. Neither had lost any
of the hardness in their cocks from the distraction of his intrusion and both
turned about as red as Rusty's head of hair. "Hmmm, would appear to me you
two have found some of the joys of manhood." A chuckle slipped from him as
he appraised his son's hard cocks. “Pretty nice equipment you boys are
sporting.” Papa looked pleased with his sons.
Both Rusty and
Nathan looked at their father in total disbelief. "Sons I was your age
once and I have five brothers. I ain't
stupid, you know? Besides, it's about time you boys started acting like
brothers. With all the back bighting that was going on, I was beginning to
think you'd never come around." Rusty Sr. finished pissing and reached up teasing
both boys wet hair. Only then did he take the time to return his cock to his
trousers and Rusty was certain it was a bit harder than while he was pissing.
Like his son, papa was uncut and about six inches soft. Unlike either of his
sons though, there were more gray hairs mixed in with his light auburn pubes
turning them a silvery strawberry blond. "Now, don't you two take all day
long taking care of those. Your momma probably has lunch ready by now and she’ll
be wondering where the two of you are." Zipping his pants he reached for
the door knob to head from humid room. Glancing back at his startled sons who
hadn't moved an inch papa shared some unbidden advice. "I'm proud of you
two. Brothers need to be brothers and it's about damned time too. There's a
whole new world waiting for the two of you out there and both of you will be
better off being friends instead of enemies."
Rusty swallowed
hard. "Yea I know. Hay papa, who's supposed to be here for lunch
today?" Rusty decided a change of subject was in order before this
conversation became too awkward.
"No one you
need to concern yourself about Rusty. Besides, they've been delayed and won't
be here until supper time. Now you two hurry it up in there." He winked
knowingly at his sons. “Don’t take too long, you don’t want momma coming up
here, do ya?” Grinning he left his red-faced sons mortified at the very thought
of it.
"What the
hell was that all about?" Nathan breathed the words out incase papa was
still standing by the door.
"You got me
Nate. I was expecting papa to be pissed catching us like he did. Maybe he's
getting senile in his old age." Rusty was joking, but it still concerned
him. "Papa didn't look too good, did he? He looked washed out and kind of
peaked. It worries me. Did you see how pail his skin was?"
Nathan shook his
head no. "Nope, I was too busy looking at his dick. You didn't fall far
from that tree bro." Nathan winked and grabbed his brother's turgid cock.
Rusty grinned at his brother returning the favor. Leaning in towards Nathan he
gave his brother a lingering kiss on his lips. "Why'd you do that
Rust?" Nathan muttered breathlessly; looking almost as shocked by his
brother actions as they both were by their dad's.
"Mmmm, don't
know." Rusty murmured licking his brother's lips lightly eliciting the
response he wanted and slipped his tongue into Nate's warm mouth as his
brother’s lips parted. Nathan melted into his brother's arms giving in
completely as their tongues wove around each other. This was a spur of the
moment action on Rusty’s part and he realized he'd wanted to do it since
yesterday at the river. To his surprise Nathan was not resisting either. For a
long time they stood there kissing each other deeply as the shower teased their
skin. The water cooling alerted Rusty of the time. He pulled back and looked
into his brother's eyes. Nate's blue eyes seemed to smolder in his lust. Never
has icy-blue looked s-o hot! "Hmmm, Fuck! I guess we need to finish up and
get downstairs before papa comes back looking for us or, God forbid, momma."
Rusty’s arms betrayed his words pulling Nathan in tighter to his chest.
Without warning the
shower curtain jerked open. "You guys are going to miss some real good
food if you don't get your asses in gear! Damn! Maybe I aught'a join ya?"
Eddy smirked hungrily at the fighting cocks between the brothers. His attention
elicited a nice blush from them both. "Now why on earth would you two be holding each other like you'd both
fall if you didn't?" Eddy snickered.
“Eddy!” Rusty’s
eyes narrowed feigning
being pissed. “If we weren’t in a hurry here, we'd pull you in to teach you manners
toward your bosses." Rusty feign gave way to an evil grin.
"Hell Rust,
you ain't my boss. Not yet anyway." Rusty and Nathan untangled climbing
out of the tub and reaching for their towels. Meanwhile Eddy slipped over and shut
the door before slowly, seductively closing the distance between them admiring
the sight as he went. "Hell, if we weren’t in such a hurry, I'd show you
how to really take a bath. Make it feel like the hottest thing you've ever imagined."
He smacked the brother’s asses and began a firm, rotating massage. "As it
is, your momma sent me up here to find out what was keeping you two. She said
she'd better not have to come up here herself." Both of them moaned and
leaned in towards him as Eddy slipped his index fingers into each of their ass
cracks dragging them across their puckers. "Damn you two are HOT! I swear,
later dudes, later." It was a promise.
Lunch was every
bit as good as the boys knew it would be. Their mother was an exceptionally
good cook and she'd fixed all of their favorites. During the course of the meal
they'd manage to single Eddy out of the crowd so they could talk privately, or
at least as privately as this sort of gathering would permit. "Eddy, do
you know who it was that papa was mad at earlier this morning?" Rusty had
already asked his friend but had yet to receive the answer he wanted. He couldn’t
leave it alone and Eddy knew he’d hound him until he broke.
“Yes Rusty, as
I've told several times now. I do, but I'm not supposed to talk about it. If
your papa found out I told you, he'd get me good and I don't mean in a good way
either. I wouldn’t mind it if he got me the other way,” Eddy closed his eyes
licking his lips, “but he’d never even go there. Damn, your dad is HOT! Do
either of you know that?"
Rusty stared at
Eddy for a moment with a sour look on his face. "Gross, Eddy that’s my
papa! Besides, how would he find out?" Eddy looked pointedly at Nathan not
caring if the latter noticed or not. "Who Nate, Eddy he's changed, believe
me. Would I have been doing what you caught us at in the shower if I didn't
believe he's changed?"
Eddy stammered.
"I – don't know Rust."
“I'm not going to
rat anyone out Eddy, least of all you or Rusty. Besides, I'm just as anxious to
know as Rusty is. You know papa will never tell us. He never does.” Nathan
looked exasperated about no one trusting him, but he knew he only had himself
to blame. Rusty wasn't the only one he'd ratted on. None of the ranch hands liked
him much.
Eddy stalled, than
sighed deeply. "OK, but you have to promise me you won't tell anyone that I told you. The only reason I'm going
out on this limb is because I trust your judgment Rust." Nathan took the poke
from Eddy with stride. It was clear he was going to have to do a LOT to prove
to them all that he'd changed. Eddy looked back at Rusty. "It was Uncle
Charley. Mr. Rusty fired him today." Eddy’s expression was morose.
"Eddy, if
papa fired your uncle then he must have had a good reason. He don't just up and
fire someone for nothing." Rusty gave his friend a sad look of condolence
for his uncle.
"Oh believe
me Rust. Your dad had every right to fire Charley and I can't say I blame him
none either. I'm not mad at Mr. Rusty but I'm pissed with my uncle and it disgust
me what he did to get fired. It sheds a poor light on everyone in our
family."
"What he'd
do?" For once Nathan didn't look like a frenzied shark in bloodied water
at the mention of someone else’s distress. He actually had a very somber and
concerned expression as he looked at Eddy.
"I don't know
if I want to get into it, but hell, you'll find out soon enough anyway, everyone
will. Your daddy caught Charley butchering one of his sheep. Granted he did it to
feed his family, but it wasn't his to butcher. He should have at least asked
permission before going on and doing it.” Eddy slammed his fist into his palm. “Hell
even Mr. Rusty told him he'd given him the sheep and then some if he'd only
asked first. As it is Uncle Charley is lucky he ain’t in jail over this, anyone
other than Mr. Rusty and he would be. Your daddy could have pressed charges if
he'd had a mind too." Eddy looked down at his feet toying with the sandy
soil around the corral fence. “No one in our family has ever stolen anything,
ever! And now we have this bullshit to deal with. The shit's going to hit the
fan when Dad finds out. I’m just s-o damned glad grandpa isn’t around to know
it! He’ll be turning in his grave as it is.”
"What about
the sheep?"
Rusty looked at
his brother like he'd lost his mind. "What the hell about the sheep Nate?
What, is it not bad enough that Eddy's upset about what his uncle did, you have
to ask about the damned sheep?"
"I only
wanted to know if papa let Charley have it sense it was already dead. After
all, his family really does need it." To his defense Nathan had a valid
argument that actually saved face for him with his brother and Eddy.
"Yea,” Eddy
snorted, “it shocked the hell out of all of us, but your daddy actually helped
Uncle Charley dress the animal and load it into his car." Eddy looked
amazed, like he was ready to give papa some real hero worship. "This was
after he'd fired Charley too. I'd never have thought anyone would do that. It
would almost be like rewarding someone for steeling, but the way Mr. Rusty
explained it: 'The beast is already dead Charley, you might as well take it and
at least let it feed your family for a while, but I've still got to let you go.
I hope you understand it’s a matter of principle. I cannot have my employees steeling from me.'" Eddy gave a
pretty good rendition of papa’s voice. "I was amazed with him. We all
were."
Rusty was still
not convinced papa’d done the right thing, but he decided to let it go and
change the subject. “Hay Eddy, Nathan and I are going down to the river this
afternoon. Or at least that is the plan if papa’s still giving everyone the
afternoon off. Want’a come along?”
Eddy gave Rusty a
big smile that lit his eyes. “Sure! When you going?”
“As soon as we’re
all through eating and it is safe to slip off without raising too much ire.
Papa would consider it rude for us to just up and leave right after lunch.”
Eddy gave the boys
a knowing grin remembering the episode in the upstairs bathroom. “Hell, maybe
we can continue what we started up in the house?” He gave them a wink and
wiggled his middle fingers as if he needed to remind the other two what he’d
done to them in the bathroom. Three very large grins agreed in much approval.
* * *
“Yea,
Eddy’s a real good swimmer, but the river ain’t that deep anyway. You can wade
across it and barely get the hair on your nuts wet.” Only after he’d said it
did he realize his faux pas with his momma there.
He was literally saved by the bell as the telephone rang
causing momma to head into the house as she admonished Rusty over her shoulder
as she left: “We’ll talk about this later young man.”
“Oh crap son! Now you’ve done it. I’ll see if I can smooth
things over before you get back.”
Rusty gave his papa a surprised look. “You mean we can
go?”
“Sure why not? Of course you won’t if you don’t hurry
and get out of here before momma gets off the phone.” He smiled at his son as
though he knew more than he was letting on. “Hay son, I want to have a talk
with the both of you when you get back. I think it is way past time I told you
something.” Papa wiped the sweat off his forehead. “Hell, it’s hot enough out here
to incubate chickens in my armpits. I’m half a
mind to join you out there but I have way too much to do here this afternoon to
scamper off to the river. Not to mention I got’a cover for ya. Damn!” Papa
chuckled. “I can’t believe you said that in front of your momma. You really
need to turn that brain filter on son. You know Nancy just don’t understand
things like that. When I was your age I didn’t even know what swim trucks
were.” Papa smiled at his son and tasseled his hair. “Now get on out of here
before Nancy comes back. Have fun and be careful out there. Don’t want to come
up missing either of you.”
“Thanks papa.” Rusty smacked his dad’s arm and sprinted
off to catch up with Eddy and Nathan in Eddy’s truck down by the drive. Nathan swung
the door open for him and he jumped in. “Hell, let’s get out of here. I almost
fucked it up good with momma just now.”
“What’d you do Rust?” Nathan almost looked amused by the
red color staining his brother’s face.
“I told papa that the river was shallow enough to wade
it without getting the hairs on your nuts wet with momma standing right there.
I don’t know why I said it, it just slipped out.” Eddy and Nathan were both
laughing so hard they could do nothing and the truck sat there on the edge of
the drive shimmering the sun’s heat on the hood. “Come on guys,” Rusty whined,
“before momma comes out and stops us.” Eddy shook his head and fired up the old
rusty Ford kicking gravel up as his tires spun a fishtail in the drive.
* * *
This
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