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Winter with Aunt Marin

By: Egmont Grigor



CHAPTER 1

Late autumn snow had arrived. The riding school was closed until mid-spring so Rogan was ready to leave for his winter job splitting logs at the firewood and coal supply depot in the town as soon as Marin had arrived back from feeding hay to the horses that spent nights and stormy weather in the barn.

"The kids are asleep. Have a cheerful day," Rogan said, kissing her goodbye.

"Thanks for getting Peggy and Peter down."

"I should be doing the horses, it's man's work."

"You're playing the same old record Rogan. You know if I feed them I watch them closely for any sign that something's not quite right. In comparison they always look healthy and all look the same to you unless almost dropping in distress."

Marin had coffee and thought the ironing could wait for another day, Bored she put on a DVD. Yuk, it was a porn movie Rogan had been watching before coming to bed last night and fucking her. Gawd, how could that tiny woman get that big one up her ass! Marin giggled and turned it off. It was pointless not watching it with Rogan. She looked in at Peter who was two and Peggy who was ten months. They were asleep so didn't need her.

"Christ I'm bored," she gritted. The phone went. She ran to it joyfully.

"Hi sexy," said Pauline, her much older sister. "About to go to the mall all day?"

"A drive of fifteen miles through snow and as soon as I get there kids crying to be back in familiar surroundings. Oh yeah. How are your nails and hair?"

"Actually in rather top condition at present. Jealous?"

"Yeah, yeah. Are you coming to visit?"

"No but I'd like to talk about someone else visiting."

"Go on."

"Jack's graduated from high school as you know, sending him that lovely present. But he's run into trouble going around with a gang -- not drugs, well not as far as I know, but joy riding in stolen cars and harassing young women. The gang has been busted but because he's only just eighteen he's not facing charges on my promise I'll get him out of the city and staying on a farm with his aunt and uncle."

"I like Jack."

"I know you do. I could have sent him to mom and dad but I thought with you being a retired schoolteacher you might retrain him, no, reform him. You're only eleven years older than Jack and I think he regards you as an older sister rather than an aunt."

"So you want me to have him for three months?"

"Yes, please Marin. If I can arrange this with you he'll be let off with a warning and won't gain a police record."

"All right providing you guys come and stay with us for Christmas. You can then take Jack home with you to prepared him for college."

"Oh yes! How wonderful. You are such a darling."

Marin felt excited by the challenge. She could teach her nephew all about horses including riding them and perhaps even jumping in the sawdust ring, low jumps of course, and, um, child care. And then what? "I'll send him to work with Rogan."

As to be expected, Rogan turned negative. "If he's been running with a gang he's a fucking criminal, getting off by the skin of his teeth."

"Well there are no gangs out here to recruit him so why beef?"

"Well what about you screaming when I'm fucking you. It will embarrass the kid, and me."

"Well go to the sex shop and buy me one of those red-ball gag things?"

"Really? While I'm there what else should I buy?"

Marin sighed and told him to use his imagination.

* * *

Marin O'Hara with the kids were at the railway station to meet Jack Banks who looked taller, broader and a touch better looking than when she'd last seem him. Peter backed off shyly from Jack to clasp his mom's legs encased in jeans and high boots but Peggy went to him comfortably as soon as Jack grinned and held out his arms. Gawd, females are suckers even at ten months, Marin thought.

She then kissed Jack on the lips, without thinking, and smiled when the guy blushed hugely. Whatever for, she thought, moving off with Peter; was Jack thinking she looked good enough to fuck? You can never tell when young guys are in fantasyland.

"Peggy appears to have taken to you," she said when they arrived home. "She was weaned recently so is on bottle. Would you like to feed her?"

"Yeah, I may as well be useful."

"Oh in that case don't bother."

"No I want to feed her. She's so cute. Peter will get used to me soon."

"You know about little kids."

"Yes my ex-girlfriend back home baby-sat for her sister on occasions."

Marin was in her black bra and panties combing her hair when Jack entered the bedroom and said all done, Peggy was asleep. "Oh god, excuse me. I didn't mean to barge in like this."

After the initial panic Marin turned sly. "It's okay. You may like to brush the back of my hair."

"What, with you undressed like this?"

"Yes, I'm rather proud of my body, being a mother of two. Do you wish to see it?"

"No, whatever for?"

"I just thought you would be used to girl's bodies and might like to see the body of a more mature woman?"

Without thinking Jack said he sometimes timed his walk-in on his mother.

"Like you have done on me?"

"Oh no, oh what am I saying? No I had no reason to think you would be undressed."

He began brushing.

"Have you touched your mother... you know what I mean?"

"What? What do you take me for?"

"Perhaps not a mother fucker," Marin laughed, knowing she was being reckless. God, this could blow up in her face. "I want you to feel free to walk in on me anytime, although not when Rogan is around."

"Why?"

"This is your home for three months. It is part of your growing up. I wish to teach you to have love and respect for a woman."

"I can't see how that will be any help? I find this difficult to understand. Mom said you would try to reform me, to make me see sense."

"Well you'll be surprised what love and respect will do for you, having just come off lesson one."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't think it was just chance you were sitting on that chair feeding Peggy and then put her into her crib do you?"

"I... well... oh, I see. You're very clever Aunt Marin."

"Call me Marin Jack. When Rogan calls to check that you have arrived I'll tell him that now you are eighteen it is okay to drop the titles uncle and aunt."

"Will he accept that?"

"I would think so but who cares?"

"Marin, answer me this. Why is it okay for me to walk in on you when I'm alone with you but not when Rogan is around? Tell me the truth."

"Rogan would be shocked to know I've invited you to do that."

"Are you aiming to have sex with me?"

"The truth is I remain undecided. But just don't focus on that. I want you leaving here no longer slouching, no longer bored, just a lovely young man whom I'm proud of and I want Pauline to be ever so proud of you."

"Because she's your sister?"

"Yes and because she's appealed to me to take you under my wing."

"What about my father. Don't you want my father to be proud of me if you manage to turn me into a better guy?"

"Frankly I don't care what David thinks; I believe his neglect of you is part of the problem. If you want your father to be proud of you that's fine. You can stop brushing now."

"You are not a bunny are you?"

Marin smiled and thanked Jack for a thoughtful comment.

"You are so much more glamorous than mom, although you practically wear no makeup. Her body is soft whereas I bet yours is hard through working horses. But your thinking is so multi-dimensional like the best of my teachers at school. I arrived here rather surly but it sure beats doing community work. Already you have me tied around your finger."

Marin turned and kissed him on the lips lightly. "Thank you darling. You do have a nice side to you. I'm thrilled about that. I don't want you beholden to me -- cooperative yes, but I want you to feel independent. Now run along and watch DVDs. There are some adult ones and I don't mind if you jerk off -- just don't let Rogan catch you at it. He'll have some theory that the place to do that is in the bathroom with the door locked."

Jack looked straight at Marin and asked confidently, "Will you allow me to jerk over you one day?"

"I should think so. Now run along, I'm snatching a nap because Peggy had me up several times last night. When Peter wakes attend to him."

"What do I do?"

"Don't allow him to look at adult movies. You'll think of something. A tip is he'll be hungry. If he's hungry enough he'll let you know what he wants."

"He can talk?"

"Yes, you'll hear him really on the go when he's playing with his toys."

* * *

Rogan arrived at 6:30 and was pleased to find Peter had a new pal and pleased that even so his wee son ran to him. Marin was pleased to see Rogan give Jack a real shoulder hug and then slap him on the back affectionately.

"Well you soft city kid -- I've asked the boss can you work with me Mondays and Tuesdays splitting logs. We get cleaned out at the weekend. He's agreed and said he'll tossed you a few bucks because you have to be on the payroll for employment regulation and insurance purposes. Do you want to do that?"

"Yeah, sounds great. Thanks... um."

"I thought you were to call me Rogan?"

"Thanks Rogan, That was very thoughtful of you fixing me up to work alongside you."

"Good. Marin will start you with the horses at the weekend when I'm home and can mind the kids. Handing horses can be tough work as well."

"I'm all for that. May I fetch you a beer?"

"Yeah, get one for yourself and a white wine for Marin. I bought something I want to show her but we'll be back soon."

In the bedroom Rogan leered. "You have a big mouth so I bought a 2-inch latex ball with a single strap."

"I haven't heard complaints about having a big mouth when it's wrapped around your dick?"

Marin removed the ball and said it wasn't at all unpleasant to have in her mouth. In fact she thought she could get used to it quickly. "What else did you get?"

"A range of butt plugs," Rogan said, tipping them out on to the bed.

"Oh gawd, look at the size of some of them," Marin giggled.

They had good sex that night. Rogan worked Marin up until she was dripping and then slid into her with accustomed ease. She was on her back and had her legs well split, holding her ankles, until she felt her build-up arriving so closed her legs almost fully and lifted them on to her husband's shoulders and he pulled her butt in against him until every thrust had their groins colliding, with a slap of wet flesh -- wet from leaks and sweat. They timed their releases almost spot on but with the red ball jammed in Marin's mouth and snorting through her nose there was no screaming to be heard.

"I want to keep it, I'm not sending it back," she joked. "We must use it whenever we have anyone in the house. She then pulled out the small butt plug. Rogan was still working up courage to try one and would do so, probably when more than a little drunk.

* * *

Next morning in a change of routine Marin went to the horses after Rogan had left for work, leaving Jack to play with Peter, watched by the smiling Peggy who was propped up on with pillows on the floor. When Marin returned she found the boys playing and Peggy already asleep in her crib.

After lunch with Peggy back to sleep again she had coffee and waited but Peter was showing no sign of wilting. Marin had been thinking of inviting Jack to join her in the bath, to get him used to seeing her and touching her a little until he no longer appeared to be thinking of her as his aunt which is when she'd fuck him. Well, there was no rush. Once the bathwater had warmed her she placed the smallest butt plug and then switched to the mid-sized one and because of the warmth and a little preparation it inserted with ease. She loved the feel but had to move carefully.

When she went out to the living room neither Peter nor Jack were there. She couldn't hear a sound in the house but held her fear; if she couldn't trust her nephew whom could she trust? She found them in the bedroom. Peter was sound asleep over the sleeping Jack, who had a storybook beside his right-hand. She smiled and covered them with a blanket and went out and phoned a supermarket order that Rogan knew to pick up.

Drinking more coffee Marin frowned. She really wasn't thinking like a responsible adult. It was not right for her to plan to seduce her nephew. It was just bullshit to say it would help to reform him. There were other ways of doing that. She was just using that as a feeble excuse to justify getting him into her. She decided to back off.

"Sorry Jack," she said aloud and winced at the whine in her voice. He'd miss out unless he took the initiative. Anyway he could be much too small for her. What, at eighteen? Who are you kidding? She sighed and pulled out the clothesbasket and loaded the washer and sorted dried washing to iron.

Marin looked up and saw Jack walking towards her. His swinging dangle was impressive. She felt nervous, wondering what to say.

"You have the house heated very warmly," Jack said. "I'd like us to wander around here in the nude -- say until 3:00. We don't want to be surprised by Rogan coming home early."

"W-why?"

"To keep us in mind of what awaits us. You don't appear to be in a hurry to do it with me."

"N-no."

"Why not?"

Marin hung her head. How could she answer a question like that?

He goaded, pushing his fringe back. 

Marin felt her groin tighten. This simply would not do. She watched him picked up a pair of her panties in the non-ironing pile and sniffed them. Oh god. How did he know how to do that and the effect it could have on a woman? Her breasts felt as they were swelling in her bra. The idiot was seducing her! 

"I want to slow this down, to give myself time to think."

"How much time?"

"Don't be so impertinent," she growled. "I don't want anything to happen until you are thinking of me not being your mother's sister and I'm thinking beyond you being my nephew. If we adjust to have a sexual relationship on that basis we may reduce our feeling of guilt when we next see your mother."

"I understand your attitude but it won't worry me. I'd only feel guilty if I had fucked mom."

Marin gave him her fiercest look. "I don't want you to ever think that Jack. Your father has already given up on you and your mother is probably teetering, which is why she has turned to me in desperation. If you touch her it could be the end of your relationship with her."

"Are you sure about that?"

"One hundred and ten percent."

Jack shuffled his feet nervously. "Bullshit."

"One hundred and ten percent."

His gaze dropped and Marin knew she had him. Even so, she knew his mother better than he did. Pauline had true grit and would never give up on him. Besides, he was her first-born. "Wait here."

Marin returned from the bedroom with an old black bra and a pair of new knickers her mother had given her that were far too big. "Here, put these on and sprawl over the top of the table and play with yourself while I iron. Make sure I'm watching when you cum."

"How do you know guys do this?"

"I used to watch you uncle Philip do it with mom's underwear when he used to baby-sit me."

"Did mom use to watch him as well?"

"No, your mom would be out with grandma."

"Did Uncle Philip ever touch you... you know, poke a finger in?"

"Never and that's the truth."

That satisfied her questioner. Marin was relieved he didn't asked had his mom done that to her.

Marin made sure she glanced up at him repeatedly and he smiled delightfully at her. She saw his lips were pulled against his teeth and his upper body was hunching. She stopped ironing and a few seconds later he began shooting and one lot flew over the side of the table.

"Gawd, you'll be capable of hitting the windows on the far side of the room."

He reacted as if he'd received a gold medal.

She went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle for her infant. "Peggy is awake and that will have awoken Peter. Off you go and shower. I'll clean up here. That looks quite a useful cock; longer than I expected."

Marin grinned, watching him swagger off.

* * *

After lunch next day Jack asked Marin if he dressed in her underwear would she jerk him off.

Marin looked outside at the dull day. She'd be able to see anyone coming half a mile away and any vehicle would also rattle over the pipe grating that prevented livestock entering through the open gateway into the acre home enclosure. She made sure Jack could see she was thinking, wearing a slight frown.

"Yes, I'd like to do that but on the condition you don't touch me."

"Oh yeah, you don't want me to touch you like this?" Jack said. He rudely grabbed a boob covered by bra and zipped up warm top.

"No Jack. Don't touch me. I'll not tell you again."

"Come on, let's get this zip down and... "

Marin punched him straight in the gut and Jack fell forward as she stepped aside and broke his fall across her hip.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to vomit," he moaned. 

"Lay still and slowly regain control of your breathing," she said, lifting his legs by the ankles and pushing the folding legs against his solar plexus. "You're just winded."

She was helping Jack to his feet when he said, "You took a risk hitting me. If I'd lost my temper I could have thumped you. I'm bigger than you."

"Jack the reality is you're an unfit lay-about who's been living on takeouts, sodas and beer. Hit me in the gut and see how I fold."

Jack sank in a punch, a bit tentatively.

Marin winced, rolling with the punch and then chopped the side of his neck with the side of her hand. He staggered, his vision blurred and he blurted in pain. "Okay, okay -- you're a fighter and I'm not."

"Good boy. Go get your bra and panties on."

"Aunt Marin, could I put that on hold until tomorrow afternoon? Please get me a beer."

"Use Marin with a soft tone rather than inject aunt if it's your wish to show respect darling. When we are over at the barn I teach you how to fight as part of your toughening up process. You never know when you might have to subdue a girl."

"Make that two beers," Jack groaned. "I remember you and Rogan sold your security firm to buy this ranch a few years ago. You are one tough bitch."

"Oh darling, a compliment. Thank you."

* * *

That night Marin had lubed a finger and reamed Rogan's butt hole but as soon as the butt plug touched his skin he yelped and rolled away from her.

"God you are a baby."

"I'm psychologically unsuited. I must have a fear of a gay guy getting to me."

"Well in the spring when I hire a couple of hands to help with the horses and cut and bale the hay and alfalfa I'll make sure one is gay. We must get rid of this paranoia."

"Marin please; this in not funny. I'll try to come to terms with it. Then I'll get really drunk one night and you'll be able to push in the smallest one with ease."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes."

Rogan rolled Marin over and began plowing her with gusto. As he was about to cum he was quite happy for her to slide her middle finger into his anus. He drenched her chest and grinned, "Who needs a stupid butt plug when I have you?"

When they were resting Rogan said, "I've been wondering."

"Oh how do I know this conversation is not to be about international affairs, the promiscuity of young people, the decline of church attendances unless the congregation has a minister on speed or household expenditure is way over budget. It's about me personally, isn't it?"

Rogan ignored the question. "Are you okay being here day after day with Jack. He's becoming a man and when you bend over to pick up the kids' toys his mind must go into overdrive; you do have a great ass."

"Jack has been picking up the toys ever since he arrived."

"What if he dresses in your underwear and comes out with a hard-on?"

"Darling, if he dares to touch me without permission, what happens to Jack?"


Winter with Aunt Marin



"Christ Marin, don't maim him. Pauline would never forgive you and I'll be blamed for allowing you to run amok."

Marin seized the comment and fluttered her eyelashes. "Rogan darling, if I were to allow Jack to fuck me would you be terribly upset?"

"What?"

"You heard. Come on now, no stalling."

"Well, god what if his mother blamed me for allowing that? She'd have my balls out and tied around my neck."

"I think you are thinking of me darling, not softie Pauline. You are stalling darling."

"No, much to my surprise I can't say the idea of it revolts me. Actually... no."

"Come on Scooter, you know not to hold out on Hot Bunny."

"You would be really great teaching him about sex and using your body as the classroom."

The red ball was beyond reach. Marin turned into her pillow and screamed with laughter and Rogan chuckled at his own wit.

"Here's the deal Hot Bunny. It's fine to allow Jack to fuck you if you promise never to try to push any of those four larger butt plugs up my ass." 

"You have a deal darling and thank you for your maturity. He'll probably want someone around his own age and I guess you and I can find someone for him. Maureen MacDonald is the obvious choice. But it he does take a chance with elderly Aunt Marin you will never know."

"I can toss into your top drawer one of my condoms I use when going backdoor."

"Thank you Scooter but he's only eighteen. I'll have to look around for smaller ones."

Rogan kissed her and said proudly, "How right you are darling. Good thinking."

Hot Bunny went to sleep thinking Jack would be longer but thinner than Rogan in that department.

* * *

Jack put both kids down after lunch next day and went out in the underwear and his best attempt to put on lip-gloss and to brush coloring on to his cheeks.

Marin who was on the couch under the living room windows reading, looked over her glasses and giggled.

"You wear glasses to read?"

"Yes Jack, I began to feel eye-strain earlier this year after longish spells reading. I'm an old woman. Far too told to jerk off an 18-year old."

"No, no. You are fine. You're just the right age for me. If you think old think of my mother."

"Oh darling, you do say the nicest things. So my sister is old and I'm not?"

"Yes, yes. I bet your pussy has no signs of wrinkles."

"I wouldn't bet on that darling. Up on the table. You look gorgeous. I have a hard-on."

"Ladies don't get a hard-on, do they?"

"Possibly not but that doesn't explains why I have one."

"Huh?"

"Never mind me Jack. Get the monster out for me please. I have a tube of lube in my pocket."

"How come you have that?"

"Never you mind. Now remember, you are not to touch me. I won't swallow so will steer it clear but I might lick your dick clean if you look as if you deserve that reward -- but only that. Do you understand?"

"Yes Marin."

"Good boy."

Marin poured cooled boiled water into a drinking bottle ready for Peggy and diluted some natural fruit juice into water in a plastic cup for Peter. She turned and took the cleaning cloth from Jack and kissed him on the lips fully, taking her time before breaking away.

"You have a lovely cock and I enjoyed licking the tip. Now run along and shower. I'll get the children up. Oh, during a rest period down in the barn on Saturday perhaps you might like to undress me and suck me a little."

"Oh yes. What can I suck?"

"What would you like to suck?"

"Your ass."

"Jack!"

"Oh your pussy will do."

Marin changed Peggy's pull-ons, giggling at what her horrid nephew had said to her. Really! What were they teaching kids these days? Peggy caught Marin's mood and was gurgling and cooing away. She was such a wee darling.

* * *

Peter stood standing beside Rogan at the doorway crying inconsolably as Marin and Jack left, bundled up because it was snowing. The barn was half a mile away and because of the stiff wind they decided to ride rather than walk.

Marin said to Rogan, "We could take him since we are going in the pick-up."

"It won't be warm like in here. I think he's calling for 'Wack'.

Jack said he'd stay but Rogan said no, Marin wanted him to do the work to toughed him up.

They arrived at the gabled barn with its distinctive roof vents and Rogan called. "I'm reading to Peter. He's forgotten you guys already. He's half listening to me while watching his toys possessively as Peggy rolls amongst them. Oh god."

"What?"

"She almost pulled herself up on the chair leg."

"Oh Rogan... I don't want to miss that first."

"It's okay. She's now sitting and sucking a building block."

There were nineteen horses in the barn with its crude stalls large enough for the horses to lie down on the rubber matting covered with chopped straw. Marin explained she brought the horses in at nights during bad weather and kept them in day and night during heavy snow and windstorms.

"Even if it wasn't snowing today I'd not letting them out in this wind. It's strong enough to blow debris. There's the spade and there's the wheelbarrow. Rake out the muck including any wet chopped straw you see over the rubber matting. Go at it fast, using all your body when moving and shoveling to work muscles and get your heart pumping. There's a trailer at the far end. You run the barrow up the long wood plank and on to the top plank and tip the shit and waste straw into the trailer. We'll empty it every five days into one of two pits on the side of a small hill with a roof over it and a wood wall at the far end that I call the biggest shit heap in the world. I'll teach you to drive the tractor and dump the waste that slowly turns into compost. When it's partially decomposed towards late summer we use a machine towed by the tractor to spread it to increase pasture fertility." 

After Jack had finished that job Marin sent him into the loft to toss down seven small bales of mixed hay and alfalfa.

"Can't I rest first?"

"No."

She then taught him how to go in alongside a horse with the measure of pellets and tip that into the feed box and then to toss in the hay-alfalfa into the low hay feeding station.

"Won't they kick me?"

"They'll hear your coming before they see you and will welcome you. Would you kick someone coming to feed you?"

"I don't suppose I would."

"Right, remember a horse can kill you with a kick and can kick as high as seven feet. But no worries, our horses are educated. When tipping in the pellets check there is water in the trough. The troughs are supplied automatically but sometimes the cut-off fails to come on to top up or fails to shut off. It's your job to check carefully, just with a flick of an eye. If we need to work on anything we take the horse out of the stall. Now here's how to measure the hay; we have three weight groups of horses here."

When that was finished they sat for coffee and thick biscuits in the attached compartment where they was a lunchroom and beyond that accommodation for four people.

"When do I undress you?"

Marin smiled, "Now if you wish."

"I'll finish my coffee first."

"In that case don't bother."

Jack jumped to his feet.

"Sit down and finish your coffee. I want to finish my coffee," she laughed.

Jack finished first and waited, on edge.

"God Jack, look at your hands shaking. It's only an old woman's body."

"That's bullshit. You have a really sexy body."

"Oh darling, start by removing my jacket. Throw everything on the table."

When Jack had uncovered the breasts he breathed, "These are not big and shapeless. They are a great size, firm and hold a great shape."

"What's a great size?"

"On the small size of medium. Um, is that what's called 34b?"

"Oooh, very good."

And later... "Your pussy, it doesn't have protruding lips like some girls but some girls have the smooth shape like yours. Does Rogan know you shave?"

"I daresay he does but darling when we are doing this could we please leave Rogan aside?"

"Sure thing baby and I wouldn't want you comparing me with him. Now what?"

"You've had your fun. Now fuck off and allow me to dress."

"But I want more."

Marin smiled. God, did she like him; he was so keen. "Men always want more."

"Are you calling me a man rather than a teenager?"

"Jack, with a dick like yours you are a man. Make no mistake."

He grinned and squirmed. "When can I get it up you?"

"Soon."

"Oh."

"Patience Jack; there's no hurry. You think about my pussy and I'll think about your dick. But just think gently, no getting yourself uptight or overheated. If Rogan sees you walking around with an erection he'll chop it off."

"You're kidding?"

"I really do hope so Jack. But one never knows what a guy will do if he thinks his woman will be take away from him. Oh, where's that erection gone Jack?"

Jack looked down at the front of his jeans and said, "It just drooped, all of a sudden."

They both worked at cleaning the concrete central aisle.

"You must spend a lot of time working on this?"

"It takes me over an hour, sometimes less, to get the horses in at night and stalled -- some go in to the stall of their choice while others require a tap with my riding crop. Horses have personalities."

"You're kidding me."

"Am I? You'll learn. My bet it you'll know every one of these horses by temperament, surliness, laziness, friskiness and humor within a fortnight." 

"Humor? You threw that in to trick a city guy."

"Oh did I? I want you to go in there with Jessie. She'll never kick you in a thousand years, and that's the truth. Bend over and shake the hay in the feeder and mind your head."

"Mind my head?" Jack called looking at the smooth wall. "There's nothing to bump it..."

He hurled forward and only just had time to slip up an arm to half protect his head in its thick wool beanie. 

"Jesus!"

He turned around expecting to find Jessie right up against him but she was exactly where she'd been standing when he'd entered.

Marin giggled, "No that is a bored horse with humor."

Jack came out and pulled her into a hug and slapped her ass hard but without success because of her thick sheepskin lined three-quarter leather jacket. "No one back in the city would believe me if I told them that story about sly Jessie."

Marin laughed and kissed him, not at all like an aunt would normally kiss a nephew.

They went into the tack room and she pushed the table and the saddle stand against the far wall and hung up her coat and told Jack to do the same.

"Are we going to fuck?"

"Christ Jack, get your mind above your belt. This is the start of your unarmed combat training. I went into the army instead of going to college. I wasn't clever like your mom."

"You are heaps more worldly clever that mom and you ought to be told that until you accept it."

"Thank you Jack and now be contrite."

"Don't hurt me."

"Fuck Jack, we will spend at least a month on this without actually touching. We will be learning moves and especially counters. For goodness sake, don't be such a baby. What was that gang of yours pushing -- powder puffs?"

"What are they?"

"Oh, never mind. First, here's how you stand when you change your body format into fighting mode."

"Oh Marin -- do lessons on changing body format into fucking mode follow?"

"Shut up Jack and concentrate otherwise I'll swat you one."

Marin and Jack arrived back to find steaming coffee and flapjacks waiting for them.

"I saw you come out the barn and start a snow fight so put these one. You've taken most of the morning. I hope you two have been behaving yourself."

Jack stood rigid and heard Marin say, "Grow up Rogan. It takes time to show a new guy around and then I made him do everything and he's slow being city bred. We then spent an hour on the rudimentary of defensive fighting. Jack was gob smacked I'd served in the marines. You might like to take an interest in that side of his training as well and I'm sure he'd like to go for a run with you when the ice is gone. Pauline wants a former asshole gang hanger-on returned to her as a toughened up wholesome young man -- remember? Where the hell are the kids?"

"I've got them both down -- a bit of a battle with Peter though. It's amazing. He knew it was too early for his beddies. He wanted 'Wack' [Jack] and I said if he went to sleep early we would go in the car-car. Gradually his eyes began flickering and off he went."

"Where are we going -- you only ever take us out visiting people."

"Well we have a visitor to entertain. Get your ice-skating gear out babe. We'll have lunch at the diner and then go to McIntosh's indoor rink."

"Oh Rogan," Marin said, hugging and kissing him while Jack stood looking at them grinning as if he genuinely liked seeing their affection or else was cunning enough to mask his jealousy or guilt or both.

CHAPTER 2

Some older people clapped when recognizing Marin as she ventured on to the ice, looking a little shaky. She had boots with diamantes and a very short red pleated skirt and matching red panties and a buttoned up tunic top also with diamantes. Some younger women skated by with distain or conversed whispering behind their hands.

Jack who was nursing Peter was a little disappointed. He'd expected Marin, being what she was, would have been a star. And how he's seen her clothing. What was this?

"Marin hasn't been on skates for four years so we will a little rusty and will want to warm up. Those people who clapped recognized her and Mrs McIntosh will have seen her and will be hauling out the music of 'Swan Lake' to play when she sees Marin had recaptured her fluidity."

Obviously Mrs McIntosh had been on the phone because older people, mainly women in hats and thick coats and snow boots began arriving and sat in clusters. What was this about? Jack thought. Marin was already skating very much better but certainly no better that a few of the guys and quite a number of girls and women.

"Well everyone," boomed the voice of Mrs McIntosh. "Please clear the rink. Today we are honored to have young mother and former champion skater Mrs Marin O'Hara who when a teenager skated in the city as Marin Murchison. That's her husband Rogan O'Hara with their kiddies Peggy and Peter in front of the Coke sign."

All the teenager girls were now in an excited group around Marin. Jack sorted out a couple for further study but his eye kept wandering back to Marin.

"Marin it will be a great pleasure if you'd put on a wee exhibition. Hank will come out and warm up for the finale to join you for a skater's waltz." 

After that hugely enjoyable session and Jack still amazed that a wiry old guy like Hank who must be pushing seventy could skate so athletically and gracefully, he and Rogan went out and unintentionally acted like clowns on ice. But they had a great time and some of the younger women supported them in twos to keep them on their feet and Jack and Rogan had the women screaming in laughter with their outrageous flirting. 

Rogan asked Jack to drive home with the lights on into lightly drifting snow and it filled Jack with pride that Rogan had confidence in him. Jack said bravely, "Watching the glorious you on the ice Marin has made me fall helplessly in love with you."

"Oh Jack," cooed Marin from the back seat, buckled in between the two sleeping children in their safety seats.

"Watch it pal, if I see you going around with a woody I'll chop it off," Rogan snickered.

They drove in silence for a minute until Marin said, "It is an honor having two guys and two little people in love with me. Most of our horses are in love with me. I am so lucky. You guys, tell me why you love me."

"You first Jack."

"No you are the husband."

"You are our guest."

"You are the senior male."

"Boys, we'll be home before you have bared your breasts. Tell me lies if you haven't a worthy true thought to express."

Jack: You were poetry on ice.

Rogan: I was so proud of you darling. You were my princess.

Jack: I love you because I see love in your eyes when you look at your family and your horses.

Rogan: Affection just flows out of you darling. One can almost see it."

They had only just turned into the side road when Marin called, "Oh there's Doug MacLeod on the veranda waving us down. He must have seen the lights coming up the road. The whole family are there; it looks like a party is on."

"Pull into the yard Jack. I see some of the other neighbor's vehicles on the lee side of the house. The MacLeod's young teenagers will look after the kids. Marin, you are driving home. Jack and I aim to get drunk."

"Am I?"

"It's inevitable when you drink MacLeods whisky laddie."

"Please don't get him smashed Rogan; Jack and I have the horses to do in the morning. You'll want to stay in bed until the fracture in your skull appears repaired."

Marin didn't have to fret. The MacLeod's beautiful 19-year old took a real interest in Jack so they sat talking almost in isolation until Maureen went away and returned, pressing a packed a condoms into Jack's hand unnoticed. She said to her mother, "Jack and I are going upstairs to listen to music."

"Off you go dear and lock the door. I don't want the youngsters bursting in on your two and making a nuisance of themselves."

Jack felt guilty after they had assisted Rogan into his seat but that evaporated as they closed the door and Marin gave him a kiss. "Lucky boy. We are knew what you two were doing; Maureen is known for her extra hospitality."

* * *

Jack went to split sawn-to-length logs with Rogan on Monday and Tuesday. During lunch on Tuesday one of the younger guys challenged Jack for a fight and the foreman said no rough stuff.

Ross and Jack half boxed and half wrestled without too much in it although Jack appeared to be the loser when he took a full punch on the jaw, making his mouth bleed.

"I told you guys no head shots Ross," roared the foreman, smacking him to the ground with a backhander across the mouth.

Jack helped the 22-year old to his feet and Ross, now also with a bleeding mouth, said, "Thanks buddy." Jack looked up and saw Rogan grinning. Ross's bigger friend Mace of perhaps twenty, snarled, "Girls, neither of you can fight." Jack decided to ask Marin to accelerate his training by working him longer and harder.

"I'm not training you to fight and that's final," Marin said angrily on Wednesday morning. The wind was gone so they put out the horses for the day. 

"Not fighting, um, brilliant defense."

Marin grinned and called him a liar. She then had him half-running the length of the barn carrying a 60 lb sack of oats over his shoulders. He managed just over one and a half lengths before he tottered and threw off the sack.

She laughed aloud, offending him.

"I'd like to see you do it," he whined in a pathetic challenge.

Marin dragged the sack to the end door, hoisted it and Jack counted and was astounded when she staggered to the end of the twelfth lap, looking rather ragged. When Marin caught her breath she said, "This is the deal. When or should I say if you can run that sack twelve lengths you can fuck me at the first safe opportunity."

"Truly."

"Yes."

"Aw, twelve lengths. That makes your pussy pretty safe."

"It's up to you Jack. You're not going to allow a women to beat you are you?"

After lunch when both kids were asleep, Jack asked, "What's the program today?"

"You can lick me but I won't be doing anything to relieve you if you get worked up."

"Aw!"

"Right, I'm reading."

"No, stay. Let me lick. I accept there's no release for me."

Marin stood with her back to the table and engaged Jack in a kissing and top body massage engendering such passion he'd not ever experienced. She slowed his pace and had him working on her covered breasts until he could feel through that her nipples were rigid. He was panting and so aroused he felt his eyes were bulging. 




Winter with Aunt Marin



Jack was amazed how hard his nipples were. Marin then lay back over the table after pulling off her knickers and gave the first day's instructions that would make him into a champion at fellatio. 

He finished and she lovingly wiped away the juices over his face.

"You cunt seemed to come alive under my administration," he beamed.

"Darling could you remember to use the word pussy unless you have me really worked up when you can call it cunt or whatever else takes your fancy."

Marin worried during the night about the forlorn look she'd seen on Jack's face when she's imposed the 12 lengths rule. Next morning in the barn she removed 30 lbs of oats from the sack and told Jack to practice with that until he could do fifteen lengths with relative ease and she'd add another 20 lbs until he was running with a full sack. She also suggested on fine mornings Jack should run barrow loads of waste to the compost pit.

"This is to toughen me up so I can run 60 lbs twelve lengths?"

"Yes." 

The pit of Marin stomach sank at the appreciative look Jack gave her. She thought it mirrored the look a young adult son would give his mother for her doing something extra-special for him. She whispered to herself, "You're finding your soul Jack. Now find your true grit as a man, a man your mother will look upon with pride."

"Why are you weeping Marin?"

"It's nothing."

"Don't give me that crap. What is it?"

"It's the cry of hope Jack, now fuck off and top up the auto hay feeders in the two wintering pastures. Send six full bales down the slide for Alpha horses and four for the Beta group."

Jack frowned. "How can you possibly predict what the horses will have eaten outside over the two days they are been out during the day?"

"They are my horses Jack. I watch them, I notice them and known what they eat. They are my other family and I care for them. Now get pushing hay."

"Anything you say boss."

Marin brought a smile to Jack's face. "We began an hour earlier today because today we beef up our riding program as a lot of the snow has gone. We should hit this before the really hard weather comes."

"Aye, aye. May we break into a full gallop today?"

"Yes, the ice has gone and I believe you are ready but fall off and don't come whining to me."

The following Monday evening Rogan said to Marin, "That boy's got a bee in his bonnet. He demanded today to pull the trailer skip full of split wood by himself like the big youngster Mace does."

"Mace took pity on the kid and explained technique to him and pushed to get Jack started. Jack noticed and snarled, "Get your hands off my skip you buffoon and Mace fell about laughing, as we all did actually. The boss wanted Jack to sign on fulltime and he said he'd let Ross Allen go, but Jack said Ross's father was off work sick so no way would he put Ross out of a job. What's happening to our gang hanger on?"

"I think we are all getting to him Rogan -- you, me, the horses and Ross. Look, Maureen MacDonald will be home from college for the weekend. I'll invite her to dinner on Saturday night and invite her to stay the night and for Jack to take her home in the morning and breakfast over there? It's about time he had a break. I'll talk to Maureen's mother. Providing she gets her daughter back early Sunday morning I don't think she'll mind."

* * *

Jack couldn't understand why on Saturday evening Marin wanted him in best jeans and the new sweater she'd brought for him.

"Are you cooking something special?"

"Yes, a four-course dinner. I feel like entertaining."

"Who?"

"You Jack and my lovely husband."

Jack was on the floor when he heard a vehicle rattle over the pipe livestock barrier.

"Someone's coming," he shouted.

They all heard a vehicle door slam.

"Answer the door please Jack."

"Okay -- stay playing with the choo-choo train little buddy."

Jack opened the door.

"Are you going to stand there all night with your mouth open or will you invite me in?"

"Oh, er. Maureen. Please come in. Is this a social call or are you invited?"

"Does it matter Jack? Now kiss me."

"Jack, that was a peck. A bit of tongue please."

"Shhhh. The oldies will hear."

Rogan and Marin were in the kitchen cracking up. They could hear everything.

"Jack, what a gorgeous top. I bet Marin bought that for you?"

"How can you tell, is it girly?"

"No Jack. The colors suit you very well and the pattern is definitely new season's."

"What's that?"

"Never mind Jack. Say something nice about me."

"Your dress looks ready to fall off with no straps. God your tits look great -- a mix of flesh and covered contours. They're a real great set Maureen."

"Oh Jack, you are such a darling. You'll be great when you're trained."

The pair entered the kitchen-living room and found their hosts locked together, tears streaming down their faces.

"Are you guys okay?" Jack asked.

"Yes Jack, Marin said, wiping her eyes. We will never forget your stay here and as Maureen has said, you are such a darling."

They had cocktails and after a shrimp appetizer and a lightly curried chicken roll entrée Marin said airily, "Why don't you two go off to Jack's room and listen to music. Mains will be another fifteen minutes."

Maureen was pulling Jack away when he turned and said, "But I don't have music in my bedroom."

"Shoo, off you go Jack. Don't imagine problems."

Jack arrived home just before lunch next day. He pulled out cans of beer for Rogan and himself and poured vodka over rocks for Marin. "Isn't Maureen just a real honey?"

Rogan smacked his lips on the remains of amber liquid: "She's got freckles Jack."

Marin frowned at her husband and said, "Yes she'd absolutely gorgeous Jack. You two make a fine couple."

Rogan and Jack stared at Marin who suddenly found it necessary to straighten her neck chain.

"The horses look good," Rogan said, looking out the window.

No one answered or commented on his amazing eyesight that allowed him to ascertain the condition and health of horses grazing outside half a mile away. The awkward silence continued a little longer.

When Marin was dishing out homemade soup as thick as Irish stew, a plate of defrosted buns already on the table, Rogan engaged Jack in man's talk, whispering.

"What's she like to fuck?"

Jack was petrified.

"Come on, I did her mom once when we were both drunk."

Jack was horrified. "Er I haven't done it."

Rogan grinned and punched Jack on the upper arm. "Liar, I know of two times after you guys went to bed, again this morning and last night before we had the baked steaks."

The stupid ox Rogan meant Maureen and not Marin. Jack was flooded in relief. He grabbed Rogan's empty beer can and asked him did he want a replacement. Rogan nodded, watching Jack intently. Jack knew he said to say something. "It's like putting your hand into a box packed with captured squirrels."

Rogan sat back grinning. Phantom crisis over. 

"Are you guys whispering about Maureen?"

"No," they both lied.

Half an hour after lunch Jack left the room and began dressing up to go outside. Rogan came out and asked what was up. Had he forgotten Maureen's parents were taking her to her grandparent's place for lunch before putting her on the bus for college?

"No, I'm going over to the barn to ran a sack."

"What?"

"Er, I'm building up my strength. Marin's been teaching me unarmed combat but we are still working on the importance of balance and moving weight when weaving and timing to have the weight in the right place to throw behind a punch. She says much of the success in any type of combat fighting including a lunchtime punch up is maintaining balance because without that you can't get weight in behind your blows."

Rogan looked at Jack thoughtfully. "Listen kid, you've grown a bit taller and packed on a bit more weight since you're been here and the horse riding and pushing barrows have made you fitter. I reckon you could take Ross now without any more work."

"Who's talking about Ross? I'm aiming to beat Mace."

Startled, Rogan grabbed his outer trousers and pulled them on and pulling his jacket off the hook yelled, "Marin, we'll clean up after we get back."

"Where are you going?"

"Over to the barn."

"You are not going to disturb the horses are you?"

Rogan whispered to Jack what was Jack going to do over there and when Jack repeated the phrase said, "I'm going to watch Jack run a sack."

"Well keep your feet dry and don't spoil Jack's routine. He's working up progressively so don't encourage him to show off."

"Women," Rogan complained as they walked off, dodging puddles left by the partial thaw. "They have to dot every 'i' and cross every 't'; no wonder they can't shoot or fish."

"Marin is good at everything. I thought she'd be good at hunting."

"Well she is Jack, don't screw me up. She is an exceptional woman and punches above her weight in almost everything she does. Look at her skating and her singing and in the security business the louts called her Hammer O'Hara. She hit the guys with simple leather gloves to protect her skin but when she went into a guy who was swinging they'd say it wasn't fair because they just couldn't bear to hit a woman. Right -- they couldn't hit her because she was generally too fast for them."

"Singing -- Marin sings?"

"Yeah, very softly when getting the kids asleep but I'm talking when she was lead with the Pine Valley Gals. They sing country and Marin is Dolly Parton without such a big chest, if you get what I mean."

Jack was astonished Rogan was taking such an interest in him. Until now Rogan had been polite but distant, as if resentful he had come into the family. At that the dime dropped for Jack; of course, Rogan and Marin had operated a business aimed and helping businessmen combat criminals and here was Jack, caught up on the fringe of a gang causing the authorities trouble coming to reside in Rogan's house and being with his children.

"You know Jack, you have been a real surprise agreeing to come here and I've noticed your attitude change dramatically," Rogan said.

Jack thought that's confirmation he's thawed.

"I regarded you as being dumped on us because you were being such a little shit that your parents couldn't handle you. Marin is kin to you but she had enough on her plate with the horses as well as the kids and looking after us. But you knuckled in, which was the surprise, even to changing Peggy's crapped pants and I'm telling you, rather you than me. You've been pushing shit in the barn instead of using the tractor and trailer and hauling the wood skip at work and all that puzzled me until just a few minutes ago when it all became clear. You want to topple Mace because it will make you feel like a man and Marin is working to get you there because she feels it will take you far beyond ten seconds of glory."

"If I can do it."

"Jack, be like Marin. She never thinks there is nothing she can't do. If it doesn't work out at first she just keeps gnawing away until she finds a way around the problem to get the result she wants."

"She is so inspirational. I almost wished she was my mother."

Rogan place a big hand over Jack's jacketed shoulder and said, "Your mom's okay and I don't want you to forget that. As you know Philip, Pauline and Marin grew up on their parent's farm in this district over in that direction in the foothills. Marin was proving a real dunce at school, couldn't get her mind around things as everything distracted her, so I was told. Then there was a terrible winter when the family lost so many cattle they were almost wiped out. They were practically cut off for three months, food being brought into them by packhorses. That three months is now being repeated with you holed out here, isn't it?"

Jack looked at Rogan and they exchanged deep looks.

"You mother was home from college and was trapped in with the family. So she got hold of Marin who was in low primary grade and brought her to heel, teaching her schoolwork, about the world, how to sew and cook and rejected their parent's protests and took Marin out in new blizzard conditions to feed ailing calves and horses and they'd join their father to break out hay for the cattle camped out in the trees around the ancient homestead. If it hadn't been for those trees and your grandfather never having thrown away end-of-season bales of hay in his life - they had three haystacks in various stages of decomposition - the family would have been wiped out financially."

"Well one morning it suddenly was all over -- the appearance of dim sunlight was behind thinning cloud and that afternoon sunlight finally broke through. Two days later Pauline went back to finish college and a few days later little Marin returned to school where her grade teacher was staggered to find a wayward student was now one of her top learners, a transformation that had occurred in a little under three months of dreadful weather."

"I've heard mom talking about that but didn't listen. For some reason I switched off on things like that."

"I wonder who was like that when she was young?"

Jack grinned and thumped Rogan on the shoulder. Rogan brushed his shoulder and said, "A gnat out at this time of year."

They grinned.

In the barn Rogan asked what was the weight of the sack and was told 60 lbs. "Not 160?"

"No," Jack said indignantly and grinned sheepishly when he spotted the teasing grin.

He ran the sack eight lengths and finished in virtually a stumble.

"Pick it up and run again."

"I'm stuffed."

"Pick in up and run again. As soon as you're hitting the pain barrier you're stopping. Try to run through it and get your second wind."

"I could kill myself."

Rogan roared, "Bullshit. Don't be a wimp. If you die I'll tell everyone I was wrong, it was my fault. How the fuck are you going to topple Mace in a friendly fight if you give up like this?"

To Jack's astonishment he managed another four lengths.

"Don't look so pleased Jack. You goofed. Had you not stopped you would have made fifteen lengths, either that or I'm wrong."

Rogan took Jack into the track room and told him to strip to the waist. "This is going to hurt Jack and bruise you. For fuck sake don't you dare allow Marin to see the marks because if she does she'll have my balls for breakfast."

"What?"

"Never mind. You can't fight unless you can take punches. What I going to do is to hit you repeatedly with a knotted towel. It won't be too painful at first but that will change when I soak it."

Jack grunted as the knot slammed into the sides of his arms as he danced on his feet, moving backwards and forwards as instructed.

"Add some weaving, looking straight ahead and not watching out for the towel. It will be hurting you Jack but I can flay it much harder. We'll work up to that. This is all about building you mind to cope with incoming blows they get through your defense." 

Jack, almost crying, said if they became any harder he was off home.

Rogan dropped the towel and went to leave the room.

"Nah, just joking Rogan," Jack lied.

Rogan picked up the towel and really whacked Jack just under the heart.

"Get your head and guard up, here comes the follow up."

The blow caught Jack across the face and he staggered backwards.

"Shit, sorry. We'll stop now."

"Unless you keep going at least another ten minutes I'll walk in to Marin with my shirt off and let her see what a maniac she's married to has done to me. And providing she cooks them I'll eat one of your balls."

Rogan grinned and they continued on. When they finished he said Jack's right eye was swelling already.

"Bunch your fist and give me a light touch on that spot."

"Why?"

"I'll explain we were shadow boxing and you landed me one."

"She'll berate me."

"Oh, unable to ride a verbal punch from a girl eh?"

Rogan bunched his fists and then relaxed and grinned. "You know Jack, you mightn't be such a bad asshole after all."

Marin saw Jack's puffed eye socket as soon as he walked into the room.

"You beast," she shrilled at Rogan, running toward Jack who pushed her away as asked her to fetch ice. Marin ran to him with a pack of frozen peas.

"Leave me, leave me. I'll do it."

"Rogan, how could you be such a monster? You are a trained brawler and Jack is only eighteen."

"Stop fussing Marin. We were shadow boxing and he landed me one. Probably accidentally although I don't know if that's true," Jack said, grinning at Rogan standing behind Marin.

Marin swung around and said icily, "Rogan O'Hara, now you listen to me..."

"Marin leave him or else I'll have to deal with you."

Marin swung around and looked at her insolent nephew.

"Er, verbally I mean. I've had the best time I've ever had with Rogan. For the first time he's taken an interest in me, treating me like...like..."

"Yes?"

"A son."

Marin spun around and rushed at Rogan, whimpering.

"Aw, okay if I have a bath? You two look as if you need time on your own."

Marin pushed Rogan away. "Yes dear, off you go. Rogan in and play with Peter who's in his bedroom with Peggy. The weekend is your time with them. Remember? But you are a darling entertaining our big boy, although roughly."

The house phone went and the call was for Rogan. Marin came into the bathroom without knocking, took one look at Rogan's chest and thrust her hand over her mouth crying 'Oh god. How many times did he hit you? It's dozens. I'll murder the skunk."

"He never hit me. These are from a knotted towel. Rogan says if I can't take a punch I'll be next to useless. This is to toughen me up and I agree with him. Allow him to teach me his way and you keep on with your way."

"He'll ruin my slow build up, the way it should be done."

"Dotting every 'i' and crossing every 't' eh?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Nonsense I suppose. Give me a sexy kiss and get out of her before he gets off the phone. Let him find you in the bedroom with the children. I don't want Rogan seeking us together like this. And please don't interfere with what he is doing. Today is the first day he's taken an interest in me. Don't wreck that."

"You're not fair to me and I bent over backwards, against my whole instinct, to throw Maureen at you."

"Cut your jealously and get out. I love you and that's that; end of story. Here, let me have a quick feel. Jeepers it's wet."

"Drama makes me excited."

"That's wonderful news. Now fuck off before we're caught."

* * *

The settled weather was continuing so the horses had been left out for the past three nights. Marin had explained to Jack it was a fact that horses fared better out in the open but there was a threat from ice and she didn't want her horses hit by flying debris. After Jack had filled the chaff boxes and hay feeders while Marin walked around the horses, she returned to saddle up in the pre-dawn.

"That's not Jessie."

"You want to toughen up so today you ride Guy. He's far more powerful that Jessie and testy with it though perhaps that's not an appropriate word for a gelding but you'll know you have been riding after ninety-minutes on him. That's if you manage to stay on him."

"Ah, a real ride?"

"Yes, we're going to the back of the farm checking on boundary lines to make sure deer haven't broken through."

"Ah, so that explains the rifle."

"We love venison."

"Well I don't. Mom calls it eating Bambi."

"God you city dwellers amaze me. What about Clarence the Lamb and Mobi the little calf? Anyway you always ask for seconds when I serve venison stew."

"Have I eaten venison?"

"Yes, quite an amazing amount, especially since you've begun fucking Maureen."

Jack lost his smile. "I've told you, I don't want you whining in that jealous tone."

"Am I whining jealously? Sorry. Actually I adore Maureen. She's a wonderful young woman and very talented."




Winter with Aunt Marin



"Talented at what?"

"Not what you think you ram? Academically and at sport, especially ice hockey."

Jack grinned and said he had been thinking sport and Marin, regaining her good mood, said, "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

Jack hugged her shoulders. "Thanks for getting rid of your bitchy side. That's why I no longer mention Maureen between visits. It's great you lent me the pickup to see her up at college midweek last week."

"Thank you but actually it was Rogan's idea. He just told me to make the offer."

"That guy amazes me."

"Perhaps I felt the same way and that's why I married him and then went into business partnership with him."

"Oh yeah. Relationships are complicated, aren't they?"

"Shut up Jack, you are beginning to sound too much like an adult. I'm in love with the boy within you."

"God, you say sexy things. How many times do you and Rogan do it each night?'

"Go bite your butt Jack. Better still, get up and ride Guy. No, I better let him off steam first. He hasn't been ridden for five weeks."

"No, you've taken me through the techniques. It's time a real horse and I had a punch-up." 

"Keep him away from the rails and remember this frozen ground is rock hard."

Guy danced and pranced and reared a couple of times but without malevolence so Jack handled it okay.

"Good boy. You rather lacked grace but that will come if we work at it. Either you or Guy has no sense of timing, and I rather think you know who was the one at fault. I don't know it you will leave here being a handy guy in a fight but my thinking is you'll be a good horseman."

They had some gallops and on the longest one Jack finally wore down Marin on her big-hearted mare in a mushy stretch of ground. Jack when by emitting such a whoop that it quite startled Marin.

"You are becoming a right showoff," Marin said, as he turned back and stopped against her as they let the horses blow.

"Yeah. Let me feel a tit."

"Okay," Marin said, appearing to be biting back a comment that she thought he'd lost interest. She undid the peg buttons of her jacket.

They didn't sight any deer and the fence lines looked secure. Back in the tack room after coffee Marin said she would now begin instruction of using the body from the hips down.

"If my dick slips into you accidentally don't blame me," snickered the pupil.

Bang.

The wood floor shook and dust rose as Jack hit the floor on his back, Marin maintaining her hold to break his fall.

"What the fuck -- why did you do that?"

"Come on, try to put you cock in me and see where those feeble attempts get you."

"Oh come on Marin -- that was just kidding. Could we please commence structured lessons? You have my permission to put it into you if you feel like turning the lesson into a bit of pleasure for us both."

"Pay attention to the lesson asshole."

CHAPTER 3

Five weeks later the first big snowstorm of winter was forecast. It was Saturday and Maureen called and said she and her mother were racing into town to top up provisions. Marin ordered more beef, milk and bottled water.

"You and your mom stay for afternoon tea. Jack isn't here -- he's over at the Mellow Brothers helping to get cattle into less exposed areas."

"Yes, we'll do that."

The wind was rising when the women arrived. They had a lovely half-hour but Vera MacDonald was showing signs of wanting to return home.

"Mom, perhaps I ought to stay and help Mrs O'Hara with the children?"

The older women grinned when Vera said, "Is that why you threw an travel bag into the trunk?"

"Something like that mom. Watch for vehicles without headlights on. It will be at least Wednesday before I get back to college. I'm not going to attempt to make it back now."

"It's called snow break," Vera laughed as they kissed her and she left.

At 9:00 that evening the wind was howling and the temperature had dropped significantly.

"This is the weather your grandparents experienced all those years ago, but this is only short-term," Rogan whispered to Jack. Minutes later Marin stood and said she was going over to check out the barn."

"Nonsense, if the kids wake up they will be crying and will want you," Jack said. "I'll go." Maureen said he'd join him and perhaps it was best if they stayed there.

Marin packed a hamper. Rogan told Jack as the weather was coming in from the north direction to look for two long pieces of lumber inside up high against that end wall above the trailer.

"Place those in the fittings that hinge out at the ends of the sliding doors. They will brace the doors against the wind; the doors and the roof are the weakest points of the structure."

Marin said, "I turned on the electric heaters for the water tanks in each stall. Jack dip your finger into each tank and hold it against the side and if you feel the slightest tinge of electrical current disconnect one of the leads from the tanks. Most horses won't drink if they feel electrical current. The current is low voltage so won't hurt you. If the electrical supply goes out watch that the water tanks don't freeze over. Also take these two torches. Now there's one of these radios on the wall in the tack room."

"Yes, I've seen it."

"Here's how to use it. Give us a test call as soon as you arrive. I checked the rodent traps yesterday and all we clean including the ones where you'll be sleeping. Have fun you two. If there's an electrical storm go out and talk to the horses. If those three low level lights go out they will calm a little when they see your torch. Bute and Clara are the really nervous couple and they are alongside one another, which is fortunate, as you can work to calm them simultaneously. Just talking is all you need to do. Don't go in to pat a half-spooked horse -- do you hear?" 

"I hear you loud and clear. What will you two do to keep yourself amused if the storm keeps you awake?"

"Off you go your cheeky pup. Make sure he behaves Maureen."

"I will Mrs O'Hara. Thank you for allowing me to have this adventure."

It stopped snowing just after dawn on Monday. The wind had died away during the night. The horse had experienced no problems and Maureen and Marin exchanged confirmations on radio that all was well.

"What have you been doing?" Marin asked.

"Nothing."

"You little liar."

Mrs O'Hara you have goaded me so don't be shocked if I tell you for the first time in my I've been fucked legless."

"Oh sweetie. How lovely for you. It's when they don't appear to bother about you anymore you need to worry. That's when it pays to be well-married."

"Oh really, that's such amazing advice. Thank you."

"So what's Jack been doing when he's not... you know."

"Running up and down with a sack on his back. The first time I saw him I thought he'd gone loco. And then I have to stand toe to toe and try to punch him. The silly boy kept moving so I rarely could touch him. He was disappointed I managed to hit him a couple of times."

"Um how heavy was the sack?"

"I don't know how heavy sacks are. Yesterday he took one of from big stack."

"And didn't take any out?"

Maureen giggled and said no, she didn't think he ate chaff. She was asked how many times had he run with the back sack.

"Fifty. He was pleased although he looked almost sick. He said something about aiming for sixty to show the bitch. Is that you?"

"Me, oh why would that be me darling?"

"I have no idea. Perhaps it's some girl back home who thinks he's as weak as chicken shit. Well she's in for a shock."

"Why's that?"

"An hour ago he ran nine lengths with me held across his shoulders almost wetting myself in case he dropped me. I couldn't scream in case I scared the horses."

"Oh you are such a good darling Maureen. Fifty lengths of the barn with a full sack you say."

"Yes. Should I tell him you sound pleased?"

"Me pleased. Whatever for? In fact I'll be pleased if you don't say you have told me about this silly exhibition. Would you agree darling?"

"Yes, it's so silly it's goofy. I won't mention it."

* * *

Maureen returned to college on Tuesday evening after the snowplow had opened the road on its way up to the hills where families were really snowed in. Maureen cried hugely, clinging to Jack and her mother and Marin began crying. Jack looked helpless while Rogan and Maureen's father looked up at the sky and discussed the possibility of more bad weather.

"Jack, do you have to make such an exhibition saying goodbye to a girl you scarcely know," Rogan said as he carried the kids inside.

"Me? Maureen terrified me going on like that. God, she was acting like we were married and she was going off the war."

Rogan snickered and when Marin because wiping her eyes and laughing Jack knew he'd been teased.

"That girl has her sights on you Jack," Marin said. 

He turned to scoff but saw she was serious. "But I'm only eighteen, a kid waiting to go to college. She'll be into a career and long forgotten me by the time I begin look for a woman to be with permanently."

"It's called marriage," Marin said stiffly. "Maureen is Scottish on both sides as her mom was a Stewart. They can be dour and stubborn but Maureen is certainly not dour. If she decides you really are a marked man you will have little say in it."

"That's bullshit."

"Whatever you say darling."

"Rogan?"

"I'll tell you this Jack. Women move in mysterious ways."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You asked me to comment and I did. What do you want, blood?"

Jack cracked knuckles. "I'm going over to the horses; they make more sense that you two do."

The phone went. "Grab it on the way out Jack."

He spoke for several minutes. 

Marin called asking who was it.

Jack said no one.

"Did she call from the bus station saying she's missing you already."

"As a matter of fact she did and... Jesus Marin, can't a guy have some privacy."

The phone went again and Jack answered, taking only a minute that time.

"Missing you again?" Rogan called.

"No asshole. It was Mr Phillips. He'd like me to work tomorrow through Friday. I reckon he thinks you slowcoaches can't split enough to meet the rush without me."

At the depot the next Tuesday during the lunch break Mace gave Jack a shove.

"Want to tussle?"

"Yeah, why not Jack. You've been giving me a bit of lip lately."

"Just fooling eh Mace? No head shots."

"Yeah, yeah. Come on guys, move your chairs back to give Asshole here room to fall safely."

"No head shots Mace."

"Okay Bert."

They shaped up. Three times Mace tried to land a body punch but missed -- at least by the time the punch arrived at the spot Jack was standing at little to the side.

"Stay still and get punched," Mace roared. He charged and grabbed Jack in a bear hug. Jack broke Mace's arms aside as if he was dealing with butter and then sent Mace into on the sawdust on his back.

Mace climbed to his feet, grinning, not bothering to brush off sawdust.

"You've got good Jack. Good on you. Take this."

The straight right went over Jack's shoulder and Jack threw in a short jab just under Mace's heart as Rogan had been teaching him with the punch bag he'd purchased.

Mace groaned and Jack stepped aside to allow Mace to fall face first on to the sawdust.

"No, leave him guys," Jack said. "I'll do it."

"Come on pal," Jack said, rolling Mace over. "You shouldn't have tried to take my head off. You were unlucky -- I just got a lucky one in."

"Lucky be fucked," Mace said, allowed Jack to help him to his feet. You are a trained fighter -- Rogan's wife has been training you."

"Why would you think that?"

"When she and Rogan first moved here there was a boxing tournament and a featured exhibition match between two women pros. One of the women tripped going up the steps and sprained her wrist. So someone called for a volunteer in the audience not expecting to get anyone and Rogan's wife stepped forward. She rang rings round the pro fighter."

"Okay, she has been teaching my footwork."

"Well who taught you to hit? Softie Rogan?"

"As a matter of fact he did. He's grease lightening but can kill with his bare hands so stays out of trouble."

Everyone turned to look at Rogan in awe. He said, "That's bullshit and you know it Jack."

"What, the Rogan who's been training me to take hits and to use the punch bag?"

"Well yes I've done that but... "

"Thanks Rogan."

The guys looked at 'softie' with new respect.

That evening driving home when they were talking about the encounter with Mace, Rogan grinned and said, "When you tell her..."

"Rogan, please be a pal. I don't want anyone to know. It's nothing to be proud off. I was just glad I was able to protect myself."

"Are you sure? If you don't tell Marin she'll never know."

"If she doesn't know my mom doesn't know that's two women off my back. You know how those two talk twice a week."

"You certainly are maturing buddy. I never tell Marin if I've been in any trouble -- women seem to have difficulty coping with it. Thanks for nothing for telling those guys I'm grease lightening and can kill with my bare hands. Why did you come up with that bullshit?"

"Is it bullshit?"

"Well the moving like grease lightening was. I'm slowing down."

"I won't shoot my mouth off like that again."

Rogan grinned and said. "Thanks pal."

Marin came running out to the pickup, looking most concern, running to the passenger side.

"Oh Jack, my darling boy, are you hurt?"

"No why, we haven't hit anything or being hit by anyone?"

"Jack, step out, I want to see if you're hurt."

"Leave the kid," Rogan snorted. "What's gotten you wick up?"

Mrs Medway from the office at the depot called. "She said although my boy, meaning Jack, was giving away forty to fifty pounds he flattened big Mace Jones."

"Aw heck Marin, Jack and that guy were involved in a bit of lunchtime shuffle. Jack tripped him."

"A jab right under the heart," according to Mrs Medway after Jack rode a straight right over his shoulder after ducking. She said Jack was beautifully balanced."

"He was on sawdust."

"She should know. Mr Medway is a retired boxing referee and she's seen hundreds of fights."

"Someone taught me fighting from the hips down so poor Mace would only hit air."

"Is that true Rogan?"

"As true as I'm standing here."

Marin scowled and said he was sitting in the truck. Rogan, I don't want him brawling or joining the boxing club."

"I don't want that to happen either honey. Do you Jack?"

"Fuck no."

"Jack, don't speak like that in front of your aunt. Get inside please and say hello to the kids. Peter asks all day where's 'Wack?', where's 'Wack?' It's driving me crazy."

"It's the first sign of cabin fever Rogan," said Jack. He picked up Marin with ease and dumped her in to front seat. "Return to town buddy, take her for a drink. She needs a bit of time out."

"I can't, the kids need..." 

"I'll do the baths and cook dinner. I'm not just a pretty face unscarred by brawling. Off you go."

"My make up..."

"The bar is dark. Off you go Rogan. Cabin fever can be cured with a bit of loving. It might even be dark enough in Rosie's Bar to include all the extras. Take a corner booth."

"Jack, don't be so disgusting..."

Rogan did a power wheelie on the gravel and they were off.

At the barn next morning at 6:00 there was a lot of work to do because the outside drains were clogged but Jack shortened his job by loading waste into the trailer with enough room left for another two days' waste.

Marin and Jack had stopped for coffee when she asked, "How many lengths have you don with a full sack Jack?"

"Er, more than a dozen."

"Oh not in the mood to boost to get pussy are we? What is the best to date with a full back Jack?"

"Fifty-two. I'm working to get through that last pain barrier."

"I want you to do no more than twenty from now on Jack; I have no wish to be responsible for straining your heart. When do you want pussy?"

"Now please."

"Okay, let's undress but keep our tops on."

They fucked.

"How was that?"

"Okay thanks Marin."

"Only okay?"

"Uh, very nice. It ends my dream of gliding up you Marin."

"But it wasn't the dream you'd hope for?"

"Let's say I am grateful. Thanks a million Marin."

As they drove back to the house Marin said, "When I kids are down I want you to fuck me and for you to do as I say."

"Okay."

"Are you sure you can go again?"

"Of course. Why do you want to tell me how to do it?"

"Because you were pathetic back there, putting no real effort into it; you made no attempt to engage me and you acted like a mechanical bunny. There was a complete lack of emotion."

"I had no problem with..."

"I don't want you to talk about anyone else Jack; this is about you and me. You may just as well have been pushed into a knothole in a tree trunk as you were pushing into me back there. But now I want you to relax and to come to me this afternoon really intent on fucking me lovingly."

"With love you mean?"

"Yes and keep relaxed. Just regard my instructions as hints."

"Okay. I bet you can really fuck well when aroused Marin, Possibly better than anyone in this entire district."

"Why thank you young man. This is an encouraging way to begin our new encounter. Now I must get my other man off to work."

When Rogan was heading to the pickup he turned and called to Jack who was holding Peggy, "Thanks for getting Marin and me off to the bar last night. She really was showing signs of too much confinement."

"That's fine, the least I could do. Have a good day pal."

Walking back into the house with the yawning Peggy, Jack thought how unusual it must be for a guy to call his uncle pal and also fuck his wife. The age gap of only eleven years between aunt and nephew and aunt and nephew spending long times together had contributed but it still would be unusual. It was one of those conundrums that occupy the minds of scholars and the morals police.

* * *

The house was quiet so Jack went off to look for Marin and reaching her bedroom door found her looking very edible, sitting on the bed dressed in gorgeous bra and panties and black hold-up stockings. He tripped over his own feet in his anxiety to get to her and she slide to one side as he crashed into the spot where she had been sitting.

"Oh hello! Keen are we?"

"Someone must have tripped me."

"Oh please allow me to introduced your right foot to your left foot. It appears you don't know which one tripped you."

""Eh?"

"Forget it Jack. You are too tense to enjoy a joke or to figure out if I have humor. Now lick the swells above my tits while you attempt to ease back you breathing rate. I shall stroke your ears and play with your curls."

"Don't you mean play with my dick?"

"Jack, who's supposed to be running this show?"

"Oh sorry."

He licked until all skin within easy licking distance was saturated.

"Lovely lady, may I undo the bra and find what prize awaits me?"

"Oooh Jack darling, now you're cooking. Oh darling, you can undo a bra all by yourself without looking. You have come a long way since you arrived her with hands that looked a little goofy."

"You say just the nicest of things."

"Jack, your aplomb is amazing me. Ease a piece of breast into your mouth and flutter your tongue against it. That it. This business of attempting to suck the entire breast down into your gullet in one powerful action is just not on. Your poor girl would be wondering would her pussy be vacuumed up next."

They exchanged little kisses and he was told to kiss more softly and to stroke her skin.

"Now gently lift your other hand and lightly stroke that other breast. That's it, just flit over the surface like a butterfly. Oh wonderful. Now cup that breast gently."

"No darling, don't reverse your palm awkwardly like that to cup it from the breastbone. Approach your cupped hand from the far side of that breast. That's it..."




Winter with Aunt Marin



Fifteen minutes later Marin had Jack with nose and fingers over the portal of his desire. His balls were aching; he was so frustrated he'd twice come within an ace of premature ejaculation.

"You have large fingers so must work them in succession. Now slowly... Oh god Jack, I didn't mean jab three dry fingers in there in one thrust. Oh, oh dammit. I'm coming. Sorry."

"Marin, I'm coming. Can't stop it. I don't want to make you pregnant... aaaarrrrgh. There, no babies. Shot all over your stomach, tits and your face and hair. Sorry."

"Oh Jack. Oh gosh. Phew. That was really something. This is going to take all afternoon. Get the towels Jack and put on a condom. I shall teach you to worship a girl's butt. Now some women will scream blue murder if you touch them around the back Jack, but this little girl has a secret desire and her man is one of those people who screams blue murder when I mention butt-fucking. You are about to take me on the journey of my dreams Jack."

"Jack. Jack, for fuck sake, wake up and fetch the towels and put on a condom. I shall repeat what you just missed hearing me say... "

After that hilarious and what Marin would always remember as the sexiest afternoon she'd ever experienced, Marin and Jack fucked on the tack room table whenever they were at the barn together, which was pretty often.

Rogan picked up the signs: Marin was losing weight and had rarely looked happier. He knew she was having a second honeymoon, without him, but didn't mind. She'd be exclusively his again after Christmas when Jack went to college. The other sign he noticed was the swagger in Jack's step.

On December 7 everyone in the district was advised to batter down for the biggest storm of the new season. Jack packed food and said he'd stay with the horses.

Rogan pretended to be nervous. "He's still only eighteen Marin -- if bits begin blowing off the building he could panic."

"It's a storm, not a hurricane."

"I don't care; we have to act responsibility."

Marin nodded and said Rogan was right, adding, "Pack your bag and I'll get more food out for you and a 24-pack of beer."

Rogan was pleased by her loyalty, not jumping at the chance to be snowed in with her juvenile lover.

"No, you should go. You are the best with horses."

"That's only marginally true. No you go."

Marin flushed. "Darling, there is something we need to talk about.

Rogan smiled. "You said you wanted to fuck him; here's your chance. You never know, he could say yes."

"Darling, you don't understand. I..."

"Pack you bag darling and get over there before tree branches start flying around. Oh hi Jack, Marin will go over and stay with you."

"But..."

"It's likely to be a big blow Jack"

"Rogan, you don't understand. Marin reputation. God what if... well you know?"

"Good luck to you if you can get her to sleep with you Jack. Marin like anyone else in her position would say the same thing -- no problem, it's unthinkable... you're only eighteen."

"Marin?"

"Jack we'll sleep together because it will be cold over there. But if you attempt any funny business without my permission you're history."

Marin had asked Rogan to pack her bag while she set out the kids' clothes for the next couple of days. 

When Marin unpacked in the hired men's quarters she looked down horrified at finding a box of four dozen condoms, the butt plugs and lube. 

The storm was over quicker than expected and they only spent two nights at the barn, without mishap. Grinning when packing to leave Marin tossed a dozen unused condoms away, knowing her nosey husband would be counting how many had presumably been used.

It was never explained why no one had ever slept in the barn alongside the horses in previous winters during snow storms prior to Jack's arrival. But sometimes some things are never explained nor rationalized.

As it happened, that was the end of the stuttering sexual liaison between Aunt Marin and Jack. When they drove back to the house they had late breakfast and when the snowplow went through Jack went off to work alongside Rogan and remained on temporary employment their until the day before his family arrived to spend Christmas with Marin and family and then would return home with Jack. 

The stuttering liaison also took a dive because Maureen arrived home on December 11 for a month and she was to accompany Jack home because his mother Pauline couldn't believe Jack had managed to find such a gorgeous young woman.

With everyone hanging around two days before Christmas there were plenty of people to look after the children so Pauline took Marin to the mall for relaxation and have lunch.

"Darling, I know I'm your bossy older sister," Pauline said to Marin, "but there's something I'd like to know. Here allow me to top up your glass. I know Jack is sleeping with lovely Maureen and I know I shouldn't but I'm rather pleased about that. It provides some hope they might stick together. Have you been sleeping with Jack?"

The question was timed so Marin would splutter into her drink and that's exactly what happened. Wine flew everywhere.

Marin recovered to look at her sister coolly and said, "As a matter of fact I have."

"Well it seems to have benefited him," Pauline said, eyeing her sister without expression.

"What do you mean?"

Pauline smiled and reached for her sister's hand. 

"It's plain for everyone to see darling and my debt to your is eternal. "My son left home three months ago a sneaky, sniveling thug in the making but miraculously in such a short time will be returning home an almost noble and definitely manly young man." 

"Why thank you Pauline, you make me feel as if I'm worthwhile."

"Excellent dear. I'll have to have discussions with some of my younger friends. There is bound to be one with a son who will benefit by the regime imposed in wintering over with Aunt Marin.

Marin's fresh drink spluttered everywhere.

THE END