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|-- RYAN --|
"I thought I'd never get away from him," I exclaimed walking into our bedroom.
"What are you talking about?" Will asked.
"Dad! He won't stop talking about their trip to the Keys. I've seen so many pictures and heard so much about the place I'm beginning to think I went there myself."
"It's not that bad, is it?"
"Here's the deal. They stayed at a place called the Island House while they were in Key West. I can tell you about the room dιcor, what they ate for every meal and more."
"Did he talk about the Dolphin Research Center?" Will asked. "Tracer mentioned it to me."
"Mentioned it? You're lucky. I've seen about fifty pictures of the Center. I know they plan to go back next year so they can swim with the dolphins."
With that I flopped down on the bed. Will and I were home for the start of summer break. We'd only be home a couple weeks as we're going to attend the two summer sessions.
"It's not that bad," Will said.
"Actually, I'm glad Dad and Tracer had such a good time. And I have to admit some of the guys in the pictures were pretty damn sexy!"
"Hey, I'm not blind. I'll look, but I promise I won't touch!"
"OK," Will relented.
"Someday it might be nice to visit there ourselves."
"Yeah. The pictures Tracer let me see did look nice. But that's probably a ways off for us, with our school schedule."
"We could do it for Spring Break one year."
"Hadn't thought about that," Will agreed.
"Ready to start packing?" I asked.
"We only just got here," Will said in mock jest. "I guess. Where do we start?"
"Well, the trailer isn't going to be that big, so most of the stuff in the house will need to be packed and stored in the barn."
"I can't believe Erik bought a trailer. I thought he was going to rent it."
"He bought a used one it's about 15 years old. Since they don't know exactly how long it will take he thought buying and then reselling it would be better."
"I don't know about that. Anyway, how's he getting it here?"
"The trailer park is going to bring it in and set it up. Burt's guys are going to attach the water lines to the septic system and stuff like that."
"When do we have to be out of the house?" Will asked.
"The plan is to complete the move out by the end of the month roughly by Memorial Day weekend. Lucky for us, we'll be back at school by then."
"Why aren't they waiting till the office is finished before they start on the house?"
"To get the projects done sooner rather than later, Burt's keeping the crews busy. Once they have the framing done on the new office that crew moves over to start work on the house. Another part of the crew will then start finishing the interior of the office."
"Got it. Where do we start?" Will asked.
"Dad asked if we could work on packing the den."
"All those books!"
We spent about two hours packing books and then carrying them to the barn as we finished each box. With the books off the shelves we packed a couple boxes of clutter from the top shelves and were done.
As we walked back into the house, Will asked. "What about all the stuff left in our rooms?"
"We can pack up anything we don't want to take back to school with us. The second bedroom in the trailer is small so I'm figuring we box it all up, label it well and make sure it's easy to find."
That night Will and Tracer had already gone up to bed. I was sitting in the den watching the end of a program when Dad walked in.
"Hey," he said as he settled down on the couch next to me. "Whatcha watching?"
"Show on Discovery Channel about the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel system very cool. I never knew how much work went into building that thing. Someday I'll have to go across state and drive over it."
"Your grandparents took me across that once when I was pretty young. Second time I've thought about that recently I was reminded of it when we drove through the Keys."
"Not that again," I moaned in jest.
"Oh, I won't bore you with more details."
I just smiled back at Dad. We sat there quietly and watched the end of the show.
"Time for bed?" Dad asked.
"I'm not really sleepy. I got onto a very different sleep schedule with school this last semester - late morning classes and nights of research and studying."
"Not much like farm life," Dad said.
"No, not at all."
"I'm proud of you. Eight A's and two B's in your first two semesters is great."
"It was tough. Nothing like high school," I admitted.
"Well, in high school you had only a small group with which to compete. Now you've got thousands of quality competitors. And of course, the professors raise the bar a bit more than your teachers did."
"Yeah, I guess."
"I bored you with details of the trip to the Keys so it's your turn. Tell me more about school."
We sat and talked for a long while about school which professors I liked, which I didn't; good classes and bad.
"So taking two classes during each of the two summer sessions will give you nearly a semester's work?" Dad asked.
"Yeah. If we do it for three summers, Will and I can graduate at the end of what should be our Junior year."
"Don't burn yourself out trying to get home faster," Dad warned. "Things will still be here when you get back."
"I know, I know."
Dad looked at me with his serious' expression. "Things will change, but I'm going to make sure you and Will are a part of the changes. Oh, that doesn't mean I won't surprise you from time to time."
"Surprise away. I've grown up about all of this over the last few months. Or at least, I'm trying to."
Dad chuckled at that. "Good. We are going to miss you this summer. I hired two extra people to help out this summer."
"You'll survive," I assured him.
"I know that. But it's easier to depend on family."
As the conversation drifted off to lighter topics, we both started to yawn a bit.
"You're going to be awfully tired if you don't go to bed," I told Dad. "It's after eleven."
"Yeah, you should probably go to bed too."
We climbed the stairs quietly and said our good nights on the landing. I opened the bedroom door slowly and tip-toed into the room. I stood near the door and stripped down not wanting to wake Will.
Naked, I padded over to the bed and climbed in under the covers. I snuggled up against Will, spooning him. Of course, my dick had a mind of its own up against Will's ass it sprang to fully hard in an instant. I just pushed it between Will's ass cheeks as far as it could go, draped an arm over his shoulder and focused on going to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up in almost the exact opposite position Will was spooned against my back and his morning boner was pushing into my ass crack. I could hear his breathing and knew he was still sound asleep.
I reached over to the nightstand and got the lube out of the top drawer, careful not to move too much. I reached behind me and worked lube into my ass as much as I could also coating Will's dick with lube.
Will was starting to wake up as I pushed my ass back onto his dick.
"Damn," Will whispered in my ear. "What a great alarm clock!"
With that he draped his arm over my chest and pulled me tighter pushing his dick in deeper. We lay like that a few moments, quiet and peaceful. I could feel his dick throbbing inside my ass and I made sure my ass squeezed it in return.
Will's hand started playing with my tits, then he started pushing his dick in a little and then pulling it out a little. He built a quiet and slow fuck pace of short strokes.
"Morning, Lover," I said.
"You can wake me like this any time you want."
"I'll hold you to that."
Will maintained his fuck strokes as we remained spooned. "Need more leverage?" I asked.
"Yeah," Will answered. "Flip over onto your back."
Will pulled out and I did as he said, rolling onto my back. Will pushed my legs up and slipped his dick back into my ass quickly.
"This is my favorite position," Will cooed.
He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. I raised my head up slightly to meet his kiss. As it continued, his tongue slipped into my mouth. I sucked on it as he continued to fuck me with short, powerful strokes.
I put my arms around Will's back pulling his chest and head to me. He buried his dick in me and stopped fucking. We kissed for several minutes, alternating whose tongue pushed into whose mouth.
Finally, he broke the kiss.
"I got to do something or I'm going to slip out," Will warned.
As Will started moving his dick in and out of my ass, I started squeezing my ass muscles around it.
"Oh, fuck! That's stiffing my dick!"
My hard dick was trapped between our stomachs. I grabbed the lube bottle and squirted a dollop into the palm of my hand. I reached between us and lubed my dick.
"Fuck me, Baby," I urged.
"I'm gonna cream that ass good!"
"Do it! Shoot!"
I kept urging Will on as he fucked me harder and harder.
"Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed as I felt him shoot into my ass.
As his dick spasmed in my ass, my cock started shooting.
"Sticky!" Will laughed as he collapsed on top of me.
"Yeah, sticky and gooey!"
"Sounds like a smart idea."
We scrubbed each other's backs and otherwise took the time to enjoy a long hot shower together.
Later, Will and I took care of the office paperwork that morning freeing Tracer and Dad to work in the stable.
"You know what might be smart?" Will asked.
Looking up from the invoice I was working on, I quipped, "Fewer invoices?"
"No, putting together a small network of computers in the new office, connecting them all to a shared printer. Maybe getting faster Internet access so we can upload things to Janet faster. Heck, we could have stuff in the house connected and then be able to make things work better all around."
"Sounds great, I'm sick of dial-up. After using the net at school, coming home is painful. Talk to Dad tonight and see what he thinks."
After finishing up the paperwork, we grabbed a quick sandwich and then went out to the stables. The work load was light, so Will and I mounted up and headed out on the trails. We hadn't had many opportunities to ride since we'd returned home and the opportunities to ride at school had been few and far between.
"God, I've missed this. Just the two of us on a quiet ride," Will sighed. I find it so relaxing."
"Yeah, it's a good chance to stop thinking and just let your brain go offline for a while."
We rode in silence for a long period of time. The trail narrowed in a few places causing one or the other of us to lead. It was at one of these points, with Will in the lead, that he slowed and then guided Cotton-Eyed Joe off the trail. I smiled. He was leading us to the small clearing that had been my hideout for years.
We got to the clearing and Will dismounted. I was happy to see that nothing had happened to the area over the last few months. From time to time in the past, I'd had to move fallen tree limbs. Once I even brought a chainsaw out and cut up a full-sized tree.
I gave Lucky Lady a long tether and sat down on a log next to Will. We sat in silence watching both horses meander around on their leads. I took a deep breath and let the fresh mountain air fill my lungs.
Will leaned over and put his head on my shoulder. It was so peaceful. I thought back to the last time we'd been here when Will was chewing me out royally not that I didn't deserve it. It had been particularly rough.
I blotted that out of my mind and just sat there. All the thoughts running through my head just drifted away.
Will jumped up and walked over to Joe. He pulled a blanket out of his saddlebag and then spread it out in the middle of the clearing.
He walked over and took my hand, leading me to the blanket. We both got down on it and he curled up next to me. I wrapped my arms around him and let my mind drift away once again.
Next thing I knew, I was getting a bit chilled. As I adjusted, I realized that we had both fallen asleep and it was now very late in the afternoon. The sun was setting and the May air was getting cold.
"Wake up," I nudged Will.
"OK. OK," he muttered back. "I'm too comfy."
"Well, I'm getting cold. Let's head back to the house, I'll cuddle with you in front of a nice warm fire."
After taking care of the horses we went into the house. There was no sign of Dad or Tracer and neither of us bothered to explore. We went into the den and built a nice fire, Will pulled a blanket out of the chest and we lay snuggled up. The flames crackled and danced as we just enjoyed the quiet time together.
The room had gotten dark, save for the light from the flames, when I heard the back door slam shut.
"Shit," I heard Tracer curse from the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" I heard Dad ask.
"I didn't mean to slam the door like that - just trying to close it with my foot was awkward."
Will started to stand, so I did too. We walked into the kitchen to find Dad and Tracer putting groceries away.
"Need help?" I asked.
"Naw, we've got it," Tracer responded. "What do y'all want to do about dinner tonight?"
"Something easy how about reheating that soup and making some grilled cheese sandwiches?" Will suggested.
"Sounds yummy to me," Dad answered. "You two have a good afternoon? You seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth."
"Yeah, quiet and relaxing," I responded.
"Good," Dad replied.
The four of us worked fluidly to put together a quick dinner, Will and Dad setting the table, while Tracer and I got the food ready.
It was good to be home.