5 comments/ 27523 views/ 9 favorites Someone Else's Spring Break By: PayDay Author's Note: This is my story, I wrote it, and stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it (This means you.). All of the characters, in all of my stories, are well over 18 at the time of intercourse and nudity. Feel free to send me complaints, I will feel free to ignore them or delete them and call you an asshole, out loud. Thanks to all the feedback and voters. Hope you enjoy: DISCLAIMER: No animals were harmed, nor abused, in the writing, thinking, or typing of this story. It's a bit long, but all chapters at once. Someone Else's Spring Break Hook-up Or "Way to Screw Your Brother" Milton was in trouble and not just from his name. It was early, too early for this crap. Morning be damned, he was still screwed, well beyond his nomenclature and the 'Mildew' it morphed into. To the surprise of few, it was all Milton's brother. Micah had fucked him, and totally without conscience, or care, or lubricant. Micah was also going for a group discount on the shafting. "Look, she'll be here in a fuckin' hour, so just get rid of her, Mildew," Micah was getting pissed. "I will not do it, Mike. I will not. Maybe, be responsible? I will not clean up your mess, again. Maybe you could have just been truthful for once..." Milton hated to fight with his brother, but he knew the deal. Family stabs you in the front, consistently. "Why so last minute? Why not call her and lie again?" "Listen, Mildew, it doesn't matter if you will, or you won't, 'cause I'm leaving for the rest of the week. I'm not coming back and I'm staying with Laura at her place. If she finds out, or if you fuckin' tell her, I'll beat the shit out of you." Micah was pointing with malice at his younger brother's chest. Milton knew he would win that fight, not Micah. He may have been two years younger than his brother of twenty-four, but he would win. Milton always brought the pain physically, never verbally; ex-fat-kids are seldom ones to abuse people with words. "Seriously?!All week? I have work to finish. Man, you have work to finish. What do I tell Mom? What if she tells Laura? This is too much, man. Not this time. I won't. I won't do it." Milton sagged his shoulders, he knew what was coming. "Doesn't fuckin' matter, 'cause if Mom tells Laura, I'm still going to apunch your fat face." Milton's face was almost the same as Micah's, except with less oil, and more shaving. His brother still used fat jokes. "It's your problem now. I'm not taking the chances of 'bumping' into this stalker rich bitch. See you in a week, Mildew." Micah pushed Milton into the kitchen wall, glasses and pictures rattling, and then burst out of the back door - glasses and pictures rattling again. "Lazy... irresponsible... spoiled... selfish..." Milton was screwed. A woman he had never met, one of his brother's college flings from spring break, would be there within the hour. Milton would be the only one at home, and god only knew what this woman thought was reality. "Holy moley... What am I going to tell Mom when she gets home tonight..." Even if Milton had gone to college himself, he still would have been off for the last weeks of summer, and he would still be waiting on his brother's previous week long fuck toy. There was no escape; he was boned in this reality or the alternates. This woman - the one he was apparently waiting for in his brother's stead - Micah had cheated on his ugly, busted, girlfriend with; only because his girlfriend had a family holiday to deal with, and did not tag along on break. He only dated Laura to sleep with her friends. Micah did not have a choice. If he lost Laura, all of his schemes would come crashing down. *** "Wow... Boondocks..." Jeanette, being a city girl, was definitely amused at her own joke. This was well beyond what she would consider country. This was bordering on wilderness: The houses were barely, the driveways unseen. There was civilization, but it was simply hidden by late summer foliage. It had been this way since she left the toll road, a toll road she had been on, in one state or another, for the past five hours. "Thank god I'm almost there... I have to frickan' pee..." Jeanette, under any other circumstances, would have roughed it, but this place was rough enough that an animal might nip at her rear. Rabies, yokels, and poison plants were also issues in her mind. Jeanette would have been turned on for the body of the young man at her destination, had the urine not been winning over those parts. She had been thinking about their week together, in Mexico, since she had arrived back home and since she had left her home up north. It was easily the best sex of her life. That is, until she had to pee. This was the beginning of the end of summer. She hoped it was the last-ass-blast before the senior year of hard college work she had ahead of her. It would also be the last-ass-blast since spring break. This Mike Harris, Micah, had been a great fuck, and had a killer body -- even if he was a bit crude -- like some sort of movie star. His sexual prowess was worth another shot in her mind as well, plus she would now get to see what kind of person he was at home. To Jeanette, sex like that was worth marrying, as long as the cow was not in the mud. Micah had promised her another go when they left each other at the airport in Mexico. It was a promise she had heard before, three other times, but when his phone number worked, and he remembered who she was, the agreement was struck. Jeanette was invited for a week, plus a weekend, to stay in a country home, and it was only Monday - mid early morning. "Oh my god I have to PEE!!!!" Jeanette was yelling into the interior of her mid-size luxury sedan, now coasting as turtles do to search for the driveway and the house number. There were no mailboxes here. "Oh my god there it is! Bathroom! PeePeePeePee!" Jeanette was still yelling as she turned into the long driveway. She realized she was screaming down the rubble-stone path just as a large and unknown - and far more attractive than the one she remembered -- man was walking from the quaint house, to the older, well faded and worn, grey barn. The barn had a sign that said "Harris Specialties" above a brand new door to one side, and the back yard was all pasture. Jeanette could see a pair of horses, in one of the fields, just as the young man began to slide the giant original one story door of the barn smoothly open. His muscles were flexing in his shorts and simply red t-shirt as the door effortlessly opened; everything else is visual range appeared to be well maintained, even if the barn needed paint. "Heynow..." Jeanette said to herself out loud while all thoughts of bathroom release temporarily faded from the view in the windshield. Her voyeur said hello to the front of her mind. *** "Man, she is moving..." Milton said as he watched the black Japanese car fly up the driveway. "Wait until she finds out Mike's not worth it," he continued to himself as he began to open the large door of the barn, admiring the natural, earthy, finish of the lumber. He had a stalled horse to feed, on time as usual, and then he had to get to work on repairing that antique Regency chair for Mrs. Adelade. He also had to break the news, still, to this speed-demon of a woman, and unclog that creek in the back of the pasture. Thank goodness he had mowed yesterday. This was going to be a busy day to begin with, beside the fact that Milton had been up for hours doing random chores and maintenance; leftovers from the busy week last week and this weekend. Micah was supposed to fix the creek to ease Milton's burden, as he had promised his mother at her request - the property was half his as it was - and not 'play' this girl to ease his own burden. Milton was screwed. Or at least, he thought he was, until the sedan slid to a stop - throwing dust from the stoney driveway into the air - turned off, and the beauty bounced out. "Bathroom!" She was not yelling, but was obviously stern. She had her hand hovering over the front of her crotch. "Uh... wow... Hello there..." Milton was rubbing his head and short hair with one hand, surprised, bordering on flabbergasted, by her looks. Micah seldom pulled tail like this; 'Bathroom!' might have been the perfection Micah's current girlfriend was striving for. "Bathroom!Bathroom!Bathroom!" It seemed as if this also screwed young woman was in a hurry, and she was jumping in place now - hopping - hand still over the front of her shortest shorts. "Oh, right, I guess you would have to pee... Go in the back door, through the kitchen, it is at the end of the hall, at the top of the steps." He was still holding the back of his head and pointing to the back door; eyes on her eyes; the red shirt to the blue eyes; the blue eyes to the brown ones; the yellow belly tank-top clad, full size, bumble 'bees' and their stingers to the brown eyes. (nice) She left at a speed to rival a no-flight desert bird without the sound effect. The cloud of dust was eerily similar, though. Milton heard "Thanks!" as the finest behind he had ever beheld disappeared into the house. The shorts had pockets, empty, and the fabric stretched across her like second skin; nothing would fit in those pockets anyway, nor would someone, anyone, want to ruin the view. "Holey moley..." he said to himself, re-imagining jiggles and tiny ripples, making his way to the energetic stallion whinnying and stomping a front hoof in the third stall. Mr. Ed, the horse - of course - was agitated and waiting; he knew what time it was. *** As Jeanette ran through the old, but well maintained, home towards the bathroom and pressure release, she could only help but wonder if Lake Wobegon's clone was nearby in the area. This house was decorated almost stereotypically, with knick/knacks, random two tone tongue-and-groove paneled walls, doilies, needlepoint artwork, wainscoting, and entirely soft colors with white ceilings. It smelled of cinnamon, coffee, and apple pies, with biscuits on a plate on the cool woodstove in the living room. She finally made it to the bathroom, her panties and shorts around her ankles before the door was even closed. She almost peed on herself trying to keep it closed, that is, until she saw the sliding latch - at least a hundred years old and working perfectly. Jeanette barely noticed the room until she sat upon the slightly cool seat and let loose, at least the house was modernized enough for central air. "Oh thank gawd........" she said as she took note of the clawed foot iron bathtub with shower, and the pedestal sink. No stains; cleaned and polished, pearly white with a patina she appreciated. As she finished and began to wash her hands with soap that smelled of lemons, dish soap, the thought of the young man outside hit her mind followed by thoughts of a surprisingly normal home. "I didn't know he had a brother, this place doesn't feel like Mike..." she thought before continuing and drying her hands. "Where is Mike anyway? He said he would be here, and this house is empty." As she exited the bathroom, her voyeur took over. The hallway upstairs had three other doors besides the bathroom; Jeanette would just have to take a little peek - but only for a moment... The first room was female, Micah's parents's, she reasoned. The room was decorated much like the house, only with pink, and the room was neat and tidy. "Boooring..." Jeanette said aloud as she moved quickly to the next mystery door. The second room was obviously male; it looked and smelled the part. Everything was strewn across the floor, as the only things on dusty upper surfaces were plates and cans and change. There were ten times the amount of coins on the floor - easily far more than on the upper surfaces - under the clothes, trash, and crumbs. "Ew...." Jeanette was quite displeased with the state of things, over and above the tasteless posters of women and sports figures, all crooked, and animal heads, all crooked. She ventured in, slowly, but only for a moment... Her ageless voyeur was the boss under the circumstances. It appeared to have not been redecorated since youth; when she checked, there were porn magazines in the nightstand, next to the bed, with used tissues. The walls were a dark shade of blue, and creepy. Creepy for the most part because the curtains were bound closed, and little light entered the room, along with death on unpolished wood. The smell in no way assisted the situation. "Wonder what's behind door number three..." Jeanette was smiling at her own joke as she opened the next door. On first glance, she was back into the home she should be. This one was almost spotless. Almost, because there was some laundry next to, and in, the mostly empty hamper, and papers, plus blueprints and drawings, were strewn across the organized desk to one side. Lived in, and interesting. This room smelled like a man, older spices and other non-feminine scents of the best kinds. No dust on any surfaces, not even the brimming bookshelf or books. In fact, the older, slightly before modern, furniture was the opposite of the other room, as the polish was deep, the shine hollow and bottomless. The bed was made, the curtains opened for the light, the two slim windows were clean, and there was a bookmarked non-fiction novel -- about Native Americans - on the nightstand. From what Jeanette knew about Micah, this was not his room. She walked up to the bed, stretched the stretched shorts, and sniffed the pillow, noting the carved headboard with posts. Jeanette laughed, but instantly clamped a hand over her mouth; her voyeur was in charge on that one, but it was paying obsessive attention to the scent. She had seen the posts of the bed against the wall, that's what caused the laugh. They were clamped to the sectioned wood panels of the wall with padded metal brackets. "He must fuck like his brother," she spoke in her normal voice. The exactly red walls, and the matching stained furniture and trim, only strengthened the thought in her mind. Now, Jeanette was wondering about her choices, especially after she went about studying the photos on the walls in the posterless, headless room. Randomly, there were encased plants, or insects, with little labels, hung on the wall instead, or on a shelf or edge. Death was here for wisdom. All of the frames matched on the pictures, with a tone or two different from the trim, and all of them were personal. Most of the photos included a younger version of the man she had seen outside, along with some featuring Micah and/or a man she assumed to be the boys's father. The various sized scenes of life and memory featured the smiling mystery brother along with various family - maybe friends - or scenes of life that he had taken. His eye for the camera was clever, and Jeanette found no porn. Micah had been the best choice by far on her last-ass-blast weeks, as something about him made her slightly more attracted than the average bear. Milton, the unknown man, made all other bears look like Yogi, and she had not seen him naked. This feeling, from this room, was the same, but tenfold or greater; she was thinking of both brothers now, at least, her voyeur was; so much so the voyeur, she almost powered on his computer, but moved elsewhere by gravity's force. "Ok self, that's enough. Let's go find out where our Micah is." Jeanette was talking to herself, and she was horny again, as she made her way back out to the faded wood barn. She glanced into the fridge as she went, just for knowledge, and shortly pondering the only two women in the photos upstairs. *** "Yeah, she looked pretty good to me too, Ed, what am I going to tell her?" Milton was talking to the horse. The horse smacked it's lips in reply, bobbing it's head with it's nose in it's food bucket. "You think so? I don't know big guy... That might just get me into trouble..." Milton was just finishing the hanging of the water bucket, in the stall, as the horse was freshly grained and hayed. The pair talked like this often. "What just might get you into trouble?" Jeanette's voyeur had been watching and listening, a smile across her oversized natural lips as she leaned against the old barn wall. It smelled more of fresh and old wood, and hay, than horses. Both Milton and Ed lifted their heads to look at the 'butter-inner' through the metal bars of the stall. Milton almost spilled the water bucket in surprise. Ed looked at Milton before returning to his grain, the horse knew they were busted. "Oh, it's you, uh... Hi there... again, uh... What is your name?" Milton was dodging as best he could, also interested in the answer. "Jeanette, Jeanette Masters... nice to meet you?" She was holding out her hand to him, confused when Milton did not move. "Uh... they are dirty..." Milton was looking at his hand in front of his self as Jeanette stuck hers through the metal bars, and into the stall. "Don't worry about it, country living, right?" Her smile was Milton's perfect image of such. "Oh? Yup, country living, uh, Milton, Milton Harris," he said grasping and shaking her hand, "and this is Mr. Ed," he said kicking the thumb of the same hand to the horse in the stall as he finished. Ed grumbled in response to his name, into the bucket. "Mr. Ed? Really? You have to be joking..." Jeanette said as she watched the young man exit the stall and lock it behind him. She had watched the show in re-runs, at school, while she did her homework. "Well, Mister King Edward-Up-Front is his full name, he is a race horse." Milton was rubbing the top of Ed's nose, between his eyes, as he spoke. Ed continued to eat, almost finished with woofing down his grain. "Oh, ishe fast?" Jeanette had a look of sexy curiosity as she spoke, as if she were interested, and as if the answer would turn her on - more. "I.. uh.. would not know. Neither would he, really..." Milton was moving about, 'ignoring' her as best he could and not well at all. "...uh... He is a stud horse, a ThoroughBred stallion. He is.. uh.. really just a big spoiled baby.. since he won his first race by large margins. Too expensive and too well trained for anyone to ride him..." Milton's choring, and her leaning on the stall wall, continued as he continued. "...He's just boarded here for breaks between the humping. It is what he does best, even if he is lazy. Right, Ed?" Milton was smiling at both Jeanette and Ed as he spoke, glancing at both. Jeanette's chest in her tank-top as she did horizontal push-ups was hard not to look at, his kindness to the animal was hard to ignore. Ed lifted his head and snorted, loudly and chewing, before returning to finish the last part of his grain in the bucket. "Well, I think he's beautiful. I do, Ed, I really think you are." Jeanette was bubbling with sweetness as she spoke. Jeanette had never spoken to a horse before, this seemed like fun times to her. She also noticed Milton trying to not look at her bouncing chest as she smiled and laughed, and that was definitely fun times for her. "Micah, who?" kept poking her brain, her voyeur was agreeing and calling her a slut. Ed, finished with his grain, stuck his head out of the opening in the stall, bobbing his head up and down a few times in appreciation, Milton still moved about in chores as he spoke. "You can pet him, I do not think he would mind. Ed loves pretty ladies, in't that right, Ed." The horse whinnied and snorted in response to Milton. Jeanette could only laugh and pet his nose to a grumbling sound coming from deep in his belly. "So, what just might get you into trouble, Milton? Or can I call you Milty? Or Milt?" Jeanette was enjoying his attitude, he was the opposite of his cocky brother, and far more handsome - maybe even taller, but she could not remember exactly. She was debating her choices once again in mind and body; but the voyeur had chosen. Someone Else's Spring Break "You can call me whatever you want..." he blurted. Milton had finally lost his ability not to gawk; he had seen her cheeks peeking from her too short lowrider shorts, and her shape defying side profile when he approached the stall once again. She appeared similar to the young women he had on the music channel, but with an attitude of the opposite, and none of the surgeries. It was as if she did not notice her own looks. When Ed pushed Milton with his nose - the first chance Ed had since Milton left the stall - to a small neigh from someone, Milton snapped back into reality. Reality was Jeanette's perfect circles, and the small tasty nipples casually poking at the center, thoughts of protractors brought forward to him from the perfection of their excellence in circumferences. She had stopped leaning, she was facing him, a thumb hooked in the waist of her unbuttoned, folded edge, but zippered shorts, and a hand was on the stall, between the bars. "Oh, uh... um... ...nothing, really. Ed was just talking dirty... He's a big 'ole pervert... Too much time with the mares..." Milton was holding his own head again; the unbound breasts were getting to him. "Oh yeah? Pervert huh? What did he say?" Jeanette knew how to play. Both Ed and Milton turned to her as she finished speaking. It seemed neither could believe it. When they turned to face each other again, it was even more clear just how unbelievable it was to each. "Uh... He said... uh...." Milton could not speak it. He had never dealt with this kind of attitude or situation. It's not like he was unschooled in women, it's just that Jeanette was unlike anything Milton had seen before. "Oh, it's like that is it? Ed, you dirty, dirty horse... tsk tsk tsk." Jeanette was bobbing her pointer finger at the horse and holding just below his nipping lips with the other; a horse loving the attention and nuzzling the young woman, and sometimes grumbling from somewhere -- a horse only sound. Milton was just glad he didn't have to answer, his embarrassment apparent. "So... Where's your brother Mike? He is your brother, right?" Jeanette was still scratching the giant fuzzy nose as she turned, put a hand to her hip, and watched Milton go all red except for his shorts and black hair, on top of the red of his shirt. "Uh... Yup, he is... uh... Well... You see...." he started digging his hiking sneaker into the dirt floor of the stall half of the barn, "...um... Dangit..." At the sound of her burst of humor, both Ed and Milton stopped digging in their respective feet. "...you said 'dangit'...so country...boondocks..." Jeanette was speaking in between knee slaps and gulps of air. Ed and Milton could only stare at each other, then stare at Jeanette in curiosity. Ed was wondering how a pretty little lady could be so loud, Milton was wondering how those tiny straps on her tank held in her bosom. "...oh my god..." Jeanette was wiping a tear away. "Oh... You're a funny one, Milty. That bad, huh? So, then, whas up? ...and it better be the truth." She was aiming her pointer finger at Milton now, hand still on her hip. This woman oozed sex, but Milton had work to do. "You are not going to like it." Milton was looking at his digging foot and the ground again, still rubbing his head. "Well aren't you chivalrous." Jeanette turned to the horse. "Isn't he just, Ed? Such a gentleman." Ed threw his chin up and down, and neighed in response, with a grumble. Jeanette turned to look at Milton again - now red in red on top of more red, despite his tan. "You're right. This is a dirty minded horse." She was still petting Ed's nose. "...told you..." Milton finally looked up to face her soft facial features and look of study; he was smiling at her humor, something he had never noticed in a woman so young and near his age. Milton spent most of his time around older women, his business being horses and antique woodwork. She had their style of personality, which he loved, but without the body of the golden years to match. Jeanette's features were other-worldly and undiscovered, which he craved by creation. "Look, handsome, just tell me what's going on. Please?" It was a genuine request. Milton could not refuse such a polite and beautiful thing calling him handsome. He moved over to talk to her, not too near, more bordering on close. "Ok... Look... Um..." Ed nudged Milton in the chest with his gigantic nose, and he snorted snotlessly into his red shirt, he was close enough once again. "Fine, Ed. Fine, ok?" Milton patted the horse on the nose, before it returned to Jeanette. "Well, it's like this, uh, Micah, uh, kind of has a girlfriend. He does stuff like this a bunch, when he thinks he can get away with it. He kind of, um..." Milton was still censussing (yup) the dirt floor, hand absently on his head. "Kinda had to go with his girlfriend so he didn't get caught with me? What a jerk... He had a month... selfish... whole fucking week blown... irresponsible... seven days..." Jeanette was obviously pissed and about to pop. "Welcome to my world," Milton thought to himself for her, as he fought the urge to gander, harder; Jeanette may have been angry, but she was still stunning in emotion. He watched Janette's every muscle go straight, arms at her sides, eyes scrunched while she fumed aloud for a second. She stayed scrunched straight while she spoke calmly, standing still with the tops of her hands level with her shoulders. "Is there a hotel or a motel in town? When is he coming back?" Ed was backing away from Jeanette and into his stall. He was wondering how a thing so small could be so furious. "Um.. uh.. Mike is, uh.. not coming back. Not until after you have to leave. Look, I just found out you were coming like forty-five minutes ago, and he just book'd it. I am sorry..." Milton really felt terrible for her, sympathetic. He had been feeling sorry for her since before she arrived. Not pity, he just knew that his brother put her through this for no reason, and it was wrong. It was a dick move. Jeanette could see his displeasure at the situation, it was cute and genuine. It was the same thing she barely saw in this man's brother. Her voyeuristic mind had made it's decision, the rest of her was now agreeing and vying for positions on the board. "Sorry, Milton... You didn't do anything. In fact, you and Ed here have made this trip worth it I guess. Just... ohshit. This was supposed to be a vacationisall." Jeanette let out a long sigh, clearing her mood, slowly relaxing before continuing. "So, about that hotelmotel?" She moved, putting her hands on the edge of the stall wall, between varying bars, slowly leaning back and forth with her hands for support, just as before. Jeanette was still horny after she cleared her mood and she could not sit still because of it. Screwed by one brother or not, there was still fun to be had for twenty-four year old Jeanette. Her exhibitionist was making her wiggle, and screaming "more!" to her. The fight and conflict behind his squinting eyes only spurning the tease. Ed went half spastic in his stall, almost rearing up and watching Milton, stomping one foot continuously. He started as soon as Jeanette finished, with every noise he could make to go with it, until Milton spoke. Jeanette's chest made a single leap above her hop at the sudden movement of the beast, the power frightening as the endless curves of boundless muscles moved in program. Jeanette had felt the ground move by force without mechanics involved. "Ok, Ed, ok.... OK ED OK! ...gol-ly..." Milton went from looking at the ground, to the horse, to Jeanette, and then back to the floor, strangely calm at the unbridled excitement of the animal. (ha) His hand never left his head. "Uh, ok. So Ed here says you should just, um, just hang out here for the week. I mean it is just me and my mom now that Mike is gone for the week, but she is at the casino or the country club all the time.. during the day... oh, and Ed and Frick and Fricker out there." Milton tossed his head towards the open back door of the barn and the pastures beyond, all cut into surrounding woods. "I can make it fun, I mean, I think? I uh, I have some work to do today, tomorrow, and Friday, but not the rest, not really, just chores. But I could use the company? Kind of gets boring, you know?" Ed whinnied louder than he had this morning for his grain. Jeanette looked from Milton, to the horse, then back to Milton with a quizzical stare. "You want me to help you work on my vacation?" Jeanette looked quizzically from Milton to Ed. Ed turned to look at Jeanette. "What the fuck, Ed?" Jeanette said the horse. Ed threw his ears back, the turned to look at Milton, joined after by Jeanette without the moving ears. "Nonono, not like, to do anything like work, just 'enjoy the show' so to speak. There is a lake too, filtersand. Fishing? Or Swimming? I think there is a canoe out there somewhere... I fixed the hammock too. Um, or you could ride Frick or Fricker? You know how to do that? Lots to do really..." Ed snorted. "Um, Ed says, uh, maybe you could use the company too? I know I would if a woman did that to me.. has to feel the same, right? Anyhow, you could maybe tag along with me today I guess? Or... Idunno, there are a few things to do nextownover if you want to just go by yourself, I could give you directions and stuff." Ed stuck out his tongue, and kicked his ears forward in foreword, showing his teeth. " 'Nockitoff, weirdo," Milton said to Ed while poking at his teeth with a finger; only causing Jeanette to laugh. "Um, you could use my room? I can sleep on the couch..." The horse snickered, staring at first Jeanette, then at Milton. "Ed also says he does not mind in the least." Milton had to smile at his own joke. It was an offer Jeanette could not refuse, even if it did come from this famous talking horse, of course. The laughter fit she was in, only agreement. "Deal," she said as she calmed down from comedy. Milton finally knew, from watching Jeanette, why horses put their ears forward, as it was all Ed did while she laughed, neither male moving. "Mind if I take a quick nap in the house then? I'm kinda burnt after tharide," she asked of him and Ed; to Milton, it was a purely sexual act; Ed was trying to figure out why this woman asked a horse a question about houses. "Uh... Yeah, go for it Ms. Masters.. It will be a while before I have to get to the lake." Milton was stunned by her beauty and her agreement - hand still on his short hair, but watching her. "Call me Jam, my initials, everybody does. Could you wake me up, inlike 2 hours, handsome? If you don't mind?" Jeanette didn't wait for an answer, she was thinking of rubbing herself, napping, and twisting her own nipples, in various orders, with her face buried in the scent of Milton's pillow. "K, thanks, bye Milton, Ed, see you guys in a bit." When Jeanette was out of sight, Milton turned to the ear forward Ed. "Man, Ed, you are such a troublemaker." Ed wiggled his ears, once, slowly, while snorting in reply. "I know, isn't she just? Man, she is a fine one. I can see why Micah liked her, but man, she is way past his level... something else entirely, holy moley..." Ed neighed this time, with his left ear forward to the driveway, the other normal. Ed had heard the sound of the closing car door, even if Milton had not. Jeanette had been listening, her voyeur was smiling as she hopped into the house with one of her three bags, soon after relieving her horny; face down, shorts off, panties on, pressed into the scented pillow, rump in the air, twisting a nipple, and two fingers deep; thinking about Milton during her two climaxes. It would be a good nap. Her voyeur's choice was validated. *** The Regency was repaired. It was Milton's third fix on this particular chair, as Mrs. Adelade had been continually gaining weight and money to burn. He sighed at the lost value of the chair, his repairs were perfect, but the antique had been lost to the trained eye. Milton agreed with the trained eye. He was dirty and sweaty now as he led - more like walked side-by-side with - Ed, without a leed or rope or bridal, out into the personal pasture the same size as the neighboring field with Frick and Fricker; large, and half as wide as it was long, more than enough for ten steeds. He would at least have to change his shirt, and Jeanette had been napping for just over two hours. It was time for him to go to his room. "You had better be ready to race, pal," was uttered as he threw a bale into the field with Ed, over the fence without strain in the least. The gigantic equine - the darkest shade of brown possible - reflecting and rippling white reflections; answered with a valiant leap and whinny in response. Milton made his way quietly into the house shortly after. Milton washed his hands in the kitchen sink, and grabbed an empty glass when he finished, drinking three to his fill. His thirst gone, and his hands clean, he brewed a fresh pot of the java for the sleeping guest and himself. Milton would want a cup of caffeine regardless, it was coffee time, and he was pretty sure the blonde woman would after her nap. He made his way upstairs as the brew machine began it's work. He was creeping, like a voyeur, as he made his way up the steps, finally realizing just how loud the old house was. Milton had never before snuck around his own home, he was unfamiliar to the ringing and pounding in his ears. Soon after the creaky, carpeted steps, he pushed open the slightly parted door to his room, and almost lost his balance. Jeanette was laying twisted on the bed, one and a half breasts exposed to view, hip up, and mostly sort of facing the door on her back. She was still in mild slumber, oblivious to the entry from his eyes. The tank-top that previously, debatably, held back her glory was now failing with a skill to rival many politicians. The perfect, small, and lickable pink nipple of her right mammary was in full view, along with the majority of that particular melon. The tank had caught under her right breast, hugging most of the curve, and the top of her small left areola was visible along with everything above. Her breasts were as tan as the rest of her exposed skin and she cuddled the red comforter, and white sheet, to one side more than she used it. "She must tan nude..." was Milton's primary thinking, only thinking, by comparison to his physical reaction. Her midriff was soft and tight, exposed from the bunched up shirt, and Jeanette had the blanket caught between her smooth golden legs. The left was mostly covered, but he could smell and see her sex as the non-existent existing panties pulled into the crevice in the front. Her visible lips, under the cotton (?), were not puffy, not rounded, they were instead plump, and juicy The undergarment was small enough to make a thong look like a sail, and he could see the muscles of her pelvis fully exposed because the 'garment' swung so low. The panties were beyond white, matching his sheets, and he saw no hair short of on her head, but he observed golden reflections from her belly; barely there body hair shown from the light of the window. Jeanette was all natural. Light blonde hair was strewn across his pillow and parts of her calm sleeping face as her breathes came in non-noticeable fashion. "Holy moley...." escaped from Milton's lips at the same time he went rock hard, full on. He had only wanted to change his shirt, but he was fighting to not climb into his own bed and touch her with new greed. "She came here to see your brother dumb-dumb, not you." Milton turned down, speaking quietly to himself, and his penis, looking at his shorts. He pulled off his shirt, wiped his pits, and threw it at the hamper, making his way to the dresser. "Don't forget to do laundry," he said quietly, cynically, and hushed to no one in particular as he put on more deodorant from the shelf above his bureau. Jeanette had been awake since shortly before "Holey moley..." even though her eyes were 'closed' over; the squeaks of the old stairs had woken her up. His comment, about his brother, and herself, made both her exhibitionist and her voyeur smile, even though he was not watching anymore. Her voyeur was smiling because it was back on duty, and loving the paycheck. Her blue eyes glowed and shined when Milton's shirt came off. He was cut smooth yet not at all soft, and her right nipple felt cool as it hardened more. Jeanette glanced down, but her exhibitionist was being muscled out. (ha) His tan line from his waistband was visible along with the very edge of ass crack, and his pale white rear made the rest of his skin mirror Ed's color. "Holy moley is right and my boobs are out and I should fix that," she said to herself in thought - though her exhibitionist had known about exposure all along with it's work done in her sleep - while at the same time slowly fixing her tank while watching the rock hard shoulders of the shirtless man dance. Milton seemed to be made of two gigantic square shoulders with two other perfectly shaped muscles on either side of his spine below. Jeanette tweaked each nipple and touched her panties at the sight of the dimples and the line in the rounded vee shape of his back denoted by his sunken spine. "Has it been two hours already?" Jeanette squealed and stretched and laughed at his jump, all at the same time. She had scared Milton as he chose a new and clean shirt; his voyeur had been caught, green handed; all the while, she admired his long, slow curves go taut in fear, and flex. When he turned around to look at her from searching his dresser and looking at her in his mind - still shirtless but with a clean green t-shirt in his hand - she dismissed all thoughts of his brother as ever having been attractive or for being the reason for her arrival. It was almost as if his body was made of two side by side question marks, his chest the left facing, his back was the back of it facing right. The curves of the question marks seemed to exist at every angle, reshaped every time he turned. Sometimes the shapes were parallel, sometimes they faced each other, sometimes a third was added. His body moved as he moved his body. This young man - the cuter, nice brother - was a hard worker, working - not working out - hard, and his body showed that his brother was the opposite. The body she gawked at was rugged, functional strength where his brother had been soft. The strength muscles were large and tight, the workout muscles were small and tight. Things like these had never existed to societal Jeanette. Milton was the opposite shape of what she had seen of a tall and skinny man, his round hips, curved chest and love handles flexed as he moved, not jiggled, and it was almost confusing to her mind, all skin, all round, zero fat, zero sinew, but defined, and with half of a bubble butt. He did not have abs because he did not need them; he was all strength, but his biceps barely above relative; he was relaxed as well. If Milton breathed deep and flexed all his muscles, he would grow more defined and larger in size; just the opposite, if he sucked 'it' in and let go, he would look sickly. "Two hours? Milt?" Jeanette's expression asked Milton a third time without intention, and the words helped snap him to reality again. She was staring at his large, naturally almost hairless, hard chest, and two-two-pack ab muscles: a small pair up top, two full in the remaining length below. Jeanette had truly never seen a real working man, and started to wonder why they were never on television. Had she known men like this existed, she would have been married by now with college and career to the trash. "Oh, yeah, just over two hours. Uh... good morning?" Milton said with a smile, loving her continuing stretch and small noises. He had forgotten how hard he was at the sight of her body. The current location of her gaze soon reminded him. He moved the unworn shirt to hide the not-so-secret just below the belt of his cargos. Someone Else's Spring Break "Uh... I made some coffee, uh, Jam. It is uh, in the kitchen... Just had to grab a shirt...." He was slowly walking sideways towards the hall, trying to hide his embarrassment and agapes, but gaping none the less. "Mmmm... great..." Milton thought Jeanette's reply was towards the beverage; Jeanette's reply was towards the flexing slabs of muscle and the hell of a tent in his shorts that made her want to go camping for the first time in her life. It was too late for escape, though, as she had already exited the bed, and stretched again with her hands together above her head. Jeanette's panties were smaller than Milton had thought; it looked as if her cheeks were bare, short of a single intersection of string at the top. Her natural feminine muscles were a thing of long and lean symmetric beauty, as her rear stuck out as far as her hips and her bosom. Milton could only groan as he tried to leave, as she quickly squealed and came to rest in time, almost a relative response. The groan was in time with the single rapid bounce of her chest. He tried to escape again, this time to the bathroom to rub at least one out. The groan was not lost on Jeanette, she understood how it pertained to her relativity. (hooray for Einstein.) "So what are we doing after some coffee?" She walked over to the bag she had brought, and left at the foot of the bed, then bent over, knees straight, to search for some shorts and a hairbrush. Her exhibitionist wanted a paycheck as well; it had contacted the union about the shifts. His thoughts of escape were lost. Her back end was in charge of his location. Milton had been running thoughts of her naked body through his mind. They were replaced - now and later - by the image of her panty clad privates and backside unassumedly made by the lord himself. He continued to stare as her previous shorts hit the floor next to her bag, and she straightened with a brush and a hair band. "Milton?" Jeanette knew he was stuck, and she was loving the wage. "After coffee?" ".....what.....?" Milton replied as she tied the hair up and dropped the brush into the bag, slowly turning to face him, top half only. She was smiling and laughing at him as she went about making his bed between them, soon after, still without shorts, and feeling his eyes. Her exhibitionist was thanking camels for toes; Earth for gravity; genetics or waxing for invisible when panty covered, ever so short, tiny blonde landing strips; and cool air, Milton without a shirt, and sleep, for hard nipples. She did not reply the question again, she simply waited at the foot of his now made bed, standing with a hand fingering on her more than exposed belly button and one on the short wood bed footer - on the corner closest to him - while dangling one foot on the top of the other - one knee bent and crossed over the straight one furthest from the bed - leaning. Milton blinked for the first time in nearly two minutes, "Oh, right... after coffee... Uh, I have to fix the creek, drainage, tree fell. ...take the ATV and a chainsaw, should take me about two hours or more, but it is a twennyish minute ride there. The lake, uh, is nearby the tree, so..." "Can I go for a swim?" Jeanette was being cute, she new she could do as she pleased with this man. "Of course, anything you want..." Milton was inching towards the door. He was scared, regardless of the work he had to do, as this woman was destroying the images of what a woman should be in his mind. With all his strength, and his muscles flexing to her view, he managed to look away and step into the hallway. "Um... After I fix the tree, I have to drop off the Regency in town. You could come with me if you want. Um... How do you like your coffee?" "Sweet and creamy." Jeanette was dropping hints; a little hurt he was leaving instead of watching her change into her bikini; a little surprised he was not staying to watch her change into her bikini; and a little impressed he was leaving instead of being vulgar and watching her change into her bikini. More than anything, Jeanette could not believe he had offered to make her a cup off coffee. The simple gestures, of no magnitude, had never happened to her before unless someone was being paid. "...holeymoley... uh, You got it Jam... Um, I will be in the kitchen," he had work to do, the self rubbing could wait, and he had to get away from this unclad woman before he lost his self control or before he screamed at the end of his self release behind the thin bathroom door. Milton closed the door to his room halfway, then stopped and re-opened the door, staring directly at Jeanette, eye to eye and different heights. "I'm glad you decided to stay." When she smiled, before she could answer verbally, he closed the door and made his way down the stairs. Jeanette was naked in an instant, climaxing in two, and dressed in a black bikini under her shorts and tank five or six later. She left the room to head for the bathroom, to wash her hands, brush her teeth, and freshen up before her coffee, in no rush. Jeanette was on vacation. *** "What the fuck did you say to the bitch to get rid of her ass?" Milton heard the voice through the phone as he stirred the brew for the new guest. "She is not a bitch, man. She has been quite nice, actually..." Milton said turning, suddenly facing Jeanette while holding the phone to his ear and one and a half cups of too hot coffee in his hands. She was watching him, head aside, question on her face as he handed her the full cup. "Yes she is, she's a slut too, and a weirdo. What shit did you say?" Micah was speaking hushed into his end of the phone. He must have been hiding from his girlfriend. Milton had had enough. "She is staying until Sunday. I am introducing her to mom tonight when she gets here. She is going to stay here instead of paying for a hotel, because of you." Jeanette clamped a hand to her mouth a she listened to the suddenly confident host, beamuse'd. The hushed was gone. "What the fuck, Mildew! What're you trying to do, screw your brother? I fuckin' need that truck tonight fat asshole! We're going out. I can't come get it if that stalker is there!" Micah was mad as ever through the phone. "It's my truck Mike, I paid for it. You don't even have a job. Just because I let you use it, does not mean it is yours. You should not leave your car out west. I told you that." "hubbubbbuh.... I go to school you fat idiot and I fly back and forth. I told you that. I'm getting a degree. What have youever done? It's dad's fuckin' business. You'er so fuckin' spoilt. No wonder you only have a stupid worthless horse for a friend. You fat prick." "Not fair... and no excuse, you have not done anything all summer. I already let you use the shop truck today. Maybe you will just have to make up some bull honkey for Laura." With that Milton hung up the phone to the screaming other end, sipping his cup, and looking sorrowful. "Great job, was that him?" Jeanette knew the answer; she only wanted to be sure. "Yup." "You two fight alot?" "Yup." The phone started ringing again. Milton let out a sigh, picking it up: "Doesn't matter, Mildew, I fucked that bitch first, enjoy the taste of my dick." It was Micah's turn to hang up the phone without saying 'goodbye' first. Milton sighed again, hanging his head and hanging up the phone. "I'm sorry you got dragged into this, Milton," Jeanette was speaking in honesty. "Look, it's not your fault, he's just... I filled up a thermos and I will bring some water, and some lunch. The rest is on you while we are there, if you are ok with that? I mean, you don't have to go..." With the words "he's just," Jeanette decided to have this conversation later, maybe with his mother. "Yup. Let us go," she chose to echo his phrasing, and accent. It made smiles. Milton finished his coffee, grabbed a lunch pale and thermos from off the counter, and made his way to the kitchen door. At the door, though, he stopped and turned to look at her. "What's your middle name?" He asked, looking in her eyes again, by sheer force of will, again. "Abigail, Jeanette Abigail Masters. Yours's?" She was smiling, her mind having now agreed with the voyeur. "hmm.. that is unlikely.. Jam.. hmm.. I get it now..." He was quietly mumbling, eyes down, before he turned back to her. "Uh, it's, uh, it's Micah." He looked like he felt stupid, but it did not last. "I will be out back of the barn, closest to the house. See you in a few?" With that he left the room. Jeanette would be enjoying any conversation she would have with this man's mother, even if his mother was obsessive, and even if his mother was a bitch. She finished her coffee, and ran to her car for her other bags, her empty backpack in the trunk, and her sunglasses. *** Two fields, separated by large margins from each other and the buildings, were both visible in the back of the barn and house. Jeanette could see Ed hopping around in the left field, behind the house, and Frick and Fricker munching grass together, to the right at the back of the barn. "I've never been on one of these." Jeanette had managed to surprise Milton once again while he was strapping something down. He had just finished placing the plastic case of a chainsaw into the large square utility box on the oversized all terrain vehicle, getting to work with the ties. Well, it was really just a four-wheeler to the common man, but this one was not built for fun, this was for work. "Oh? Yeah they are fun. This thing is a bit bulkier than most, but it is faster than Mike's race one, and I never get stuck." Milton picked up two helmets, handing one over to Jeanette. "This is mine from when I was younger, but don't worry, it's clean, and it should fit well." It was, it did. "There is only one rule, Jam, hold on tight, ok?" "...ok...?" She said it as she was putting on the helmet. Milton helped her fix the strap, reveling in the tiniest touches to the underside of her chin. When it was fully on, and she was smiling, he bopped the top of the helmet twice, to make sure it was right. "Check. So we have to race Ed until we get to the end of the field, but I'll slow down after that. Ok?" "...ok...?" It was muffled. "This thing is loud, so we will not be able to hear each other. Just tap me a bunch on the helmet if you want me to stop. Ok?" Milton jumped on the ATV and patted the seat behind himself. "...ok..." Jeanette climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and her thighs to his, sitting up to look over his shoulder. The machine kicked to life, and she hopped in her seat, momentarily frightening her from the power of it. Suddenly, and just an unexpectedly, they shot the short distance to the end of the field, to the circular prancing Ed. "OK! YOU READY, PAL!?!" Milton was yelling at the horse through his helmet, Ed stilled and stood parallel while stomping his foot. Suddenly, Ed reared to his full massive height, and took off, Milton firing at the same time. At first, they were tied, until Ed actually started running. Ed had made it to the end of the field, circled around and passed them at the halfway point in the opposite direction at the same time the humans and their mechanical monster made it to the middle. Ed never hit anything near full speed. Jeanette watched the beast run. Some men wonder why some women love horses. It is simply because everything visible moves together in time and beauty. It is for the same reason some men love cars. When Ed passed the pair on the ATV, Milton slowed down, a little, and continued into a separated path in the trees at the woods at the back of the open property. The opening was almost too small for the vehicle, but Milton never flinched. Jeanette squeezed for all she was worth, screaming unheard in excitement and passion as they barreled on. Occasionally, they leapt into the air, though all the while Jeanette was looking over his shoulder as best she could, and only slightly leery of the chainsaw. Milton was thinking about tits on his back. *** "So, the hammocks over there by the lake. Don't worry, nothing in the water will bite you, probably. There is a giant snapper under the dock on the other side, but he shouldn't bother you, you are not a fish. Careful though, it is colder than it looks, but that keeps the snakes out." Milton was smiling as he gave Jeanette the rundown, the choice words for effect, flirting. He had parked directly between the lake and the obviously fallen small tree in the only clearing they had come across. The distance between the lake and the fallen tree was not at all vast, but the clearing was, easily three times the size of the small lake in the corner. He pulled the chainsaw, and a small can of fuel, out of the box, and paused to speak to her again, amused by her wary looks. "Don't worry, I've got a radio somewhere around here," Milton pretended to look confused, "if you need anything, just come on over. Water is in the box, I think..." With that he walked to the tree to begin his work, Jeanette watching him, smiling now, until he turned around to glance back, at which time she grabbed the thermos from the box and headed for the pair of trees holding the hammock. Looking at the water, she understood the word filtersand. The lake was easily twenty feet deep, right from the edge, probably deeper across it's width. Despite the depth and the fear of a giant biting aquatic reptile, Jeanette could see the clear sandy bottom, and the occasional fish. She tested the water and knew it was perfect, cold enough to quench her fire from the morning, the afternoon heat, and the ride clutching her hook-up's brother. The sound of the chainsaw a short distance away saddened Jeanette's exhibitionist, knowing he was not watching her undress down to her bikini. She threw her clothes, along with her backpack, onto the hammock, then turned and dove in, sneakers on but having taken her socks off. The temperature sucked her held in breath away as she surfaced, treading and wiping her face to the cutting sounds. So far, this was beyond what she had hoped for during her last-ass-blast, even though sex had not happened. The way she felt as she exited the water to the grassy cut bank was almost, almost, as good as afterglow. She had not brought a towel, hoping for Milton to see her all wet, but the warm sun on her skin and the cool evaporating water squelched that desire as it came. Jeanette, dripping, walked over to her bag, grabbed her sunglasses, and poured some liquid dark gold into the lid of the thermos after she fixed her hair. She sat upon the hammock like a swing and absorbed her surroundings; the view of the place before her almost made her cry. She felt as if she were in a painting of a perfect country lake scene. The sound of the chainsaw was the only thing keeping the tears at bay as the random bug or bee flew past. It was then that she turned to look at the trees she was between, noticing the giant - aged with sap - sections of pulled off bark, and what looked like massive claw marks on one of the trees. Overall, Janette was on edge, full of perception and emotion she seldom felt in combination; fear and beauty and wonder and understanding all at once. "Country living... right?" Jeanette said to herself out loud, nervously, as she continued to stare at and scan the area, almost uncomfortable. Looking for satiation, but not finding satisfaction, she lay back on the hammock, brew in hand, and looked Milton's way. Maybe he could focus her feelings. He was hacking away at the tree with the powered device, everything below his knees was out of sight. He was shirtless, standing in the creek, and cutting the upper branches off of the trunk in the sun. Milton was making kindling for Jeanette's fire as his muscles flexed well within her vision from his work. She moved her sunglasses to the end of her nose in time with a sip as she crossed her legs over each other; laying back but sitting up in the hammock. The hand that had moved the sunglasses now came to a stop over her twice soaked crotch. She had found a way to focus, voyeuristically. She had never seen a man work when he did not have a hardhat or orange reflective vest on, at least, not in real life; she only ever watched road repairs in the boredom of traffic. The chainsaw stopped, and Milton stepped out of the creek, he still had his hiking sneakers on, and his shorts were two different colors now, darker from the water, but his socks were hanging from his back pocket. He made his way over to the box on the ATV and pulled out a small folding shovel. Glancing her way, he waved - which she smiled at and returned - and then walked back towards the creek bank and the minced tree. The sight of him hunched over and digging up grass in a circle made Jeanette push a finger into her clit, the fabric of the suit bottom had been pulled aside long ago. Any doubts of his solid body faded as he bent and moved like an ape or monkey, flexing every muscle when the metal hit soil. He was completely bent at the waist as Milton would swing his arms in tune with the shovel, digging massive flat chunks of grass and scattering them evenly - as if he were slicing butter. Without her sunglasses, Milton reflected all things solar from his skin at various angles. Milton's hair and shine would rival Ed's in color or clarity, Jeanette understood the friendship. The pair; 'the boys' she would have to call them from now on: Race horses too good to race, both with responsibility to future generations, and neither would exploit a gift. Jeanette came softly, unnoticed as he started dragging small cut sections of tree to the large bare dirt circle in the ground, but she did not stop rubbing her button. Jeanette had always been too sexual for most, bordering on slutty. She simply knew what her body wanted, and even though she may have slept around on her school vacations, she always brought protection, and never slept with the boys at her ivy leaved (yup) college. When the entire tree was in a pile, he cleared a few extra feet with the small shovel, enlarging the dirt circle around the wood. He moved with vigor and practice; the same job would have taken Jeanette all day, if, if she had actually chosen to do that much hard work. The though of Micah doing the job was never in her mind. Milton doused the pile with some of the fuel for the saw, just enough as it seemed, keeping the container in his hand, and backed away, reaching into his pocket and setting the can down when he reached a 'safe' distance. He pulled a small thing, that Jeanette could not see, out of his pocket, fumbled with his fingers in a throwing arm motion, and the pile burst to flame. The small thing must have been waterproof matches. He stared at the heat for a moment, before gathering up the can and saw-in-case and shovel, shortly after walking back to the box on the ATV for some lunch. Mostly Milton was happy for the lack of wind, and a breeze instead. When he pulled out the lunchpale, now looking in Jeanette's direction, still shirtless, he pointed past her location, towards the dock on the other side of the lake. Jeanette turned to look, and spilled what was left of her warm coffee all over herself as she jumped out of the hammock and ran towards Milton, in both orgasm and fear. A large brown bear was watching the fire from, half upon the dock, and sniffing at the air. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Jeanette was not screaming as she ran the short distance to the ATV faster than even Ed could have. Milton was smiling and watching her boobs bounce away. "That's a fucking BEAR! What the fuck! You said 'nothing would bite me'?!" She was panicked and whisper yelling now, hiding behind, while clasping Milton's sweaty back.