0 comments/ 22048 views/ 2 favorites Kyle's Porch Ch. 01 By: L_G_DARROW If you are looking for outright sex, it's not in this series, sorry. This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. Part one of eight: A girl from out of the desert * I was enjoying the morning setting here on my new porch in my underwear. The sun had cleared the distant horizon, and it was in the 87F/30.5C all ready. Grandpa had left me his place in his will. It wasn't a fair trade, him for this. But it was all I had left of him. I had moved in just a few months ago, and had finished screening in the porch last weekend. My place was situated in the rolling foothills in the high south-eastern deserts of Arizona, several hundred acres bordering a National Wildlife Refuge. My nearest neighbors were about five miles away, where a trailer/motor home park had sprung up. The nearest store was eleven miles. My job was thirty. The phone rang. I knew it would be mom, it was. She accused me of setting on the porch in my underwear, planning to waste the whole day away, so come for dinner at one. I could only say, "Yes mom, I'll be there." I let the back of the lounge down a bit and was starting to doze off, I was having a curious dream. Someone was saying, "Excuse me, Hello?" I opened my eyes to see a nice looking girl, about my age, which is to say, mid 20s. She was standing in my front yard, in the direct heat of the sun. She had a large floppy hat, knee length shorts, blouse, and sunglasses on. I said, "Come on up, the door's open." She did and froze just inside seeing how I wasn't dressed. I said, "Don't be silly, just pretend I have on swimming trunks. I'm not about to put clothes on in this heat." I pointed at the large temperature gage on the wall, it was at 98F/36.7C degrees. "The kitchen is to the right, the bathroom to the left. There are cold drinks in the 'frig, grab what you want, and relax, I'm not a rapist." After her initial shock, she did relax, and asked me from the 'frig, "What can I bring for you?" "Whatever you are having, there's more in the cupboards, replace what you take out please." Soon she handed me an iced tea, and sat her drink down across the table. The only other lounge chair was there. She looked me over and I could see her make a decision. She turned away and took off her button blouse, she was wearing just a thin cotton halter over her small breasts. Then she slid her shorts off too. As a precaution she said. "I'm not implying any permission here, just pretend I'm wearing a swimming suit." "Okay, no problem. My name is Kyle Brown. In the interests of the brevity we have apparently agreed upon, call me Kyle." She was wearing plain white cotton panties, and stood about five foot five inches to my five foot ten. (1.65m/1.78m) She hadn't yet sat, she was folding her clothes. She held out her hand and I shook it, then reluctantly let go. She said. "I'm Kate Brown, Kyle. So the last names cancel, call me Kate." She was even more attractive then I had first realized. I decided to gaze out at the desert for a while. I saw her smile at the reaction she was causing me. "May I ask what you do?" I said, to get the conversation restarted. "Ornithologist, I study birds Kyle." She said my name as if she was trying it on to see how it fit. "Okay, you must know most of the birds have left for cooler climates?" "That's what I have been waiting for, I want to study the birds that live here." For some reason we were both almost whispering. I could see her watching the yard, there were a covey of Quail out there. She sat in the lounge, bringing the back up to the mostly upright position. "Well you can see most of them right here from the porch. It's similar to a duck blind here, but with better comforts." She didn't say anything for quite some time, watching the yard and me. I glanced at the temp. It was up over 102F/39C. "What do you do Kyle?" She said, watching another family of quail move cautiously across the yard. She took a sip from the tea. "I'm a machinist in Willcox." I was watching her from the corner of my eye and liking the view. She was quite trim, obviously exercised a lot. When she spoke her stomach muscles became quite well defined. "So you go to work every day in Willcox?" "That's right Kate, Monday through Friday, I leave before dawn, our starting hours are earlier in the summer, because of the daytime heat." "Were you serious about offering me a place to watch the birds from?" "Yes, although I didn't think you would be interested." I could see she was watching me in the same way. I suppressed the sudden urge to tighten up, to show off. "It's not perfect." She said. "But there are fringe benefits." Now, I knew she was playing word games. "What do you have in mind?" I asked directly, looking in her eyes. She blushed a little, and said. "I need a place to setup and watch the birds, for extended periods of time. This place is a good alternative to lying in the sand. But let me make it clear. I'm here to study birds. I have a boyfriend at the U of A, he takes care of me other ways." "He is a lucky man then... I offer you the use of my place, no strings attached. But with some regrets to that." She smiled then and my heart skipped a beat. To cover, I said let's go inside to the table, I'll turn on the cooler and we can talk this out. She gathered up her things, and followed me inside. I turned the cooler on and soon it was lowering the temperature inside. I put on a net shirt and jogging shorts. She had put her shorts on and was just buttoning her blouse when I came back in. I averted my eyes and asked. "Would you like another?" As I opened the 'frig. "A beer this time, please." She sat, but I could feel her eyes on me. She didn't look away when I turned around to hand her a can. "Glass?" I asked her. "No, I'm used to roughing it." She said as she took a drink. I sat across from her, now noticing the light dusting of freckles over her small nose and her dark blue eyes. She said. "My research was funded to include the building of blinds, and a moderate selection of equipment. I borrowed my parents motor home. Just a class 'C'. It's parked at the Resort on the main road. I was looking for a way to get it off-road, in to where I want to study birds. I also need the permission from whom ever owns this land. The less money I spend, the longer my research can last, up to the year's end. The use of your porch would save me a lot of money. I would be willing to pay rent of course. I need to study from dawn to dawn. Not necessarily continuously, I know they are inactive during parts of the day and night. I also have borrowed some IR equipment to observe any night time activity. The equipment is expensive. It would be nice if I could lock it up for when I'm not here. Carting heavy equipment, in this kind of heat, from my home base to a blind every day, is a sure invitation to a coronary." I stood up and opened the cupboard on the end. I removed a key from a hook, and handed it to her. I said as I sat back down. "The key to my door. I don't need rent money, I inherited this place from my grandfather, from the main road more or less, to the refuge is all mine. So you have the permission you need. I suppose there are papers I will need to sign for you. Use whatever you need from here and replace it if you can. Come and go as you need. The drive in here will support your RV, if it's not muddy. Otherwise I would suggest you take my dirt bike. Which ever way is best for you?" She looked at me with suspicion, and said "Why?" I knew she meant "why would you do this for me?" I answered. "I won't try to snow you. I am willing to do this, in the hopes that you will find me more interesting than Mr. U of A. I want to capture your heart, as you have already captured mine. I am quite serious about my motives, please don't misuse my feelings. If I get to close for your comfort ask me to back off. I may continue to let you know how I feel, but I won't take advantage of you. That's from my heart." She didn't comment on that. We discussed where she could set up and store her stuff. There were restrictions on when I could move about the yard, and other small details. "Kyle, could you teach me how to ride the dirt-bike you mentioned?" "Can you ride a bicycle?" "Yes." "Then it's easier to learn to ride the bike. I'll teach you." It was several minutes before she spoke. "I should get going soon. I have to go grocery shopping later today, maybe when it cools down." "I'll make you an offer then. I have to head to my parents house for dinner. When I come back from there I'll take you to town to shop, and bring you back." She started to decline. "You will buy the gas for the trip of course." As it would be easier and cheaper, then unhooking her home and buying gas for it. She gave in. "How did you find my place anyway?" I asked as we got ready to go. She mumbled something, I said. "I couldn't hear you." She looked at me with a blush she said. "I got lost. I have no idea where I am." I said, locking the door behind us, "You must have crossed a fence or cattle guard somewhere." She said. "Yes, there was a fence, a gate. Your's?" I said "The whole property is fenced, there are no internal fences. So if you wander around and see a fence, it is the property line. The wildlife refuge is marked clearly, there are a couple of places to climb over to get in there." My truck was parked in the garage. I usually left the doors open unless it was stormy. Just the fifty feet trek to the garage left us feeling drenched. But the sweat evaporated to quickly to leave a wet mark. I started the truck and set the AC on high. I pointed out easily recognizable mountain peaks she could use for navigation. My place was almost straight north of the park, but the drive wandered a lot. We stopped at the cattle guard and she hopped out to unlock the gate and relocked it after I drove through. The park was down the road a mile or so and I took her to her motor home. "I'll be back in a few hours." I said as she got out. "Okay, Kyle, I might be dozing, just knock. Thank you for everything." We waved and I headed to my parents place. ... "Kyle?" "Huh" I said. "I asked you twice now, how you liked your porch." Said my mother. "Where are your thoughts son?" My mother and I have always gotten along well. "Sorry mom. I met a girl from the RV park this morning. She has a captivating smile." I wasn't about to go into detail, mom would guess most of it anyway. "I see." She said, and I knew she did. I knew I needed to explain some of it. "She is studying ground birds this summer, she asked permission to use grandpa's land for her studies." I needed to stay close to the truth. Without all the details. "Oh? She is that good looking?" "Yes, mom she is good looking, but she has a boyfriend. So don't be looking for a match." She hugged me and gave me the old 'I want grand kids' routine we had gone through a few times. Dad wandered in from the back patio, for a refill and said "Who's got grand kids?" Mom gave him her version of what I had told her and over her head he gave me a wink. I pulled into the park fully resolved to let it go, the thought of her. She was awake and saw as I drove up. She locked her door, and hopped in the cab. She joked, "Taxi, how much to Willcox and back?" I said "This time about six bucks. I can do it in about two gallons, if I putter along. If you give a list I can bring back stuff any work day. No charge." She smiled at me and my resolve crumbled. To keep from speaking I drove out and did putter along between 45 and 50 mph. We pulled into the grocery store just before dark, about 6:00. She took almost an hour, and filled two carts. Very little of it was perishable food. We placed it all in the back of my truck and headed south. She handed me a five and a one. I nodded and stuck it in my shirt. "I don't see how you are going to find room for all of this in your home." I said. She looked at me and said. "I'm not, most of it goes to your place. We will unload there first, then you can bring me home. Ok?" "Sure no problem. Why don't you let me haul your equipment back tonight so you won't have to fight with it in the morning?" "I was hopping I could talk you into it." Again she got the gate for me, I said out the window. "Don't close it, I'll get it on the way home." She insisted that she store her stuff in a corner of the porch. I cleaned out a corner of the freezer and talked her into putting freezable stuff there. Before we got back in the truck to take her home she dug a small instrument from her purse, and turned it on. "GPS." She said. "I should have had it with me this morning. I want to mark your place so I can't get lost again." Then at the gate I stopped for her to fix its location too. I helped her carry the groceries in and helped her stow them away. Her refrigerator was tiny. She had to get inventive to stow it all in there. We also loaded her equipment into my truck. She got out two mostly cool beers and asked. "Will you set and talk a moment?" I sat and asked. "Is this where you will tell me there's no hope and I should find another?" "Well... You make me sound so mean. But that's what I was going to try to tell you." "Ok, I saved you from that headache." "Oh shit. You get me so flustered. ... Okay, a little truth, you deserve that much anyway. I am attracted to you. But I have a job to do, and I'll use you to do it. It's important to me. Don't expect me to change my mind. I'll have to pay you for the electric and gas I'll use while I'm there. I'll probably have to sleep some during the day, when I set up my night studies. I'll be ruining around the place nearly naked while it's hot. Which is the next four months or more. If you don't think you can keep your hands off me, tell me now and I'll find another spot. Because if you screw this study up for me I'll kick you squarely in your nuts, I'll pound your head in, then I'll mace you. Got it?" I stood up almost bashing my head in the process. "I promise. Good Night." I heard her say something as I stormed out to my truck. But I pulled away, she had to stop and put her shoes on. I pretended I didn't see her wave to me. I wasn't sure why I was angry. After all we were saying the same thing. I guess I expected her just to trust me, I didn't like being pre-accused of such actions. Kyle's Porch Ch. 02 These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. Part two of eight: Birds, and a naked girl? * I vowed to take some pretty drastic actions to avoid any problems. At first I couldn't think of any. "I could be gone before she came over in the morning." But in the afternoons it would be difficult to avoid her. Then the thought flashed in my mind that "I could move back home for a while. That would get some distance between us, maybe I could regain control of my feelings. I would have to level with mom though."... I had an escape, so in the mean time I could take it one day at a time. I unloaded her equipment in to the house for her. "Wow!" I had to get to bed 4am wasn't that far away. My boss asked me what was wrong the next day, just after the mid break. Not that I was making bad parts or anything, I just wasn't my normal happy self. I said simply. "Female problem boss, no worries." He slapped me on the shoulder, "All men got to have female problems once in a while" He said. I got home in the early afternoon, and parked the truck away from the house, on the ridge per instructions. I walked the rest of the way, staying away from any bushes where birds might nest. Later she would know where they were and we could be more lax about it. I quietly walked to the house and up the stairs to the porch. She was there with a spotter's scope, laying stomach down on a blanket and occasionally taking notes. I wasn't sure she heard me come in but she looked at me with a small smile. She was only wearing panties. So I just waved my hand slightly and went inside. I had some catching up to do on my banking records so after getting out of the shower I sat at the computer to do so. She came in later all enthused about the birds. She proceeded to tell me what she had observed. It was interesting but I couldn't have stood up just then. She was still only wearing panties and they were pulled up tight. I locked my eyes to only her face and listened. I even managed to ask a few questions. She dashed back out to observe some more. I wanted to watch her but talked myself out of it. One thing didn't quite fit the picture of her innocence of dress. In this heat, 102 or so. If she was so relaxed to walk, actually run, around in front of me like that, why had her nipples been so hard? A possibility did eventually occur to me, maybe from looking through the scope and then back to write notes, the blanket was irritating her a little. I spent time reading, and working on the computer for the next few days, the sight of her still affected me. I ceased to be shocked by it. After dark I again had the place to myself, and sat on the porch. Thursday it was up to 111F/44C on the porch she didn't even have her panties on now, and she had brought in a fan from the garage to keep the air moving. I wasn't surprised when she came in all bubbly from her work. I again locked my eyes to only her face but noticed that from when she came in to the time she left again her nipples became harder. So, maybe she finds that teasing me that way was exciting for her, whether she consciously realized it or not. I managed to separate her actions from any personal feeling for me because, as far as her body was concerned almost any male would have done the same for her. The only thing I could gain from this was that she must feel safe with me anyway. I did wonder if it was only the cooler air inside, but it wasn't that cool. I could not face the entire weekend around her that way. Fortunately for me she didn't like walking home after dark. I had taken her home once as she was so deep into her studies she missed the sun setting. I promised that we would take the bike out away from the house early Saturday so she could practice riding it. Then I had a better idea. Dad had a small 4-wheeler that he used to ride around on but it bothered his back and he didn't ride it as much now. I called over there and asked mom about borrowing it for Kate. Dad got on the line and said. "I have been thinking about sending it over so you could use to check your fences. Mother hates to see me on it anyway, so come on over Saturday morning and we can toss it in your truck." Mom came back on mostly hinting about Kate. I really had nothing I could say. I asked Kate if she would rather have the use of the 4-wheel instead of the bike and she liked the idea immediately. I just wished she wouldn't bounce on her heels when she was ecstatic. "Okay, I can pick it up Saturday morning around 7, and we can teach you how to ride it." "Pick me up on your way out, I'll be ready." She said and bounced back to her towel. I was trying to remember where I said anything about taking her along and made the mistake of looking out the porch window. She was on her hands and knees, pulling the blanket flat. Her bottom was pointed straight at me as she stretched out. I quickly turned away, it was too late. The vision was burned into my mind and I couldn't get rid of it. I had almost made two dumb mistakes today at work. I caught them and corrected them with only a little loss of time. I made that up by not taking the last break of the shift. My boss probably saw it, or at least saw me fix it. He didn't say anything. I had to get back my concentration. I stopped to get extra gas containers and supplies for the 4-wheeler. It was a John Deer and everything I needed was available. It was only 95F/35C on the porch today, a light breeze and some clouds had brought it down. She was naked and stood up as I came up the steps. I noticed she was getting browner, and I asked her about it. "Oh sure. I go out and take pictures like this, and sometimes I lay down on the steps just to sun." I had also brought home a chain and a lock, and after getting her permission I brought the truck to the garage and unloaded the supplies. The John did not require premixed oil/gas like the bike did, so that was one worry off my mind. I said, "After I'm sure you know the basics you can take me for a ride. If you do good then, you'll be on your own." Under my breath I added "For the whole weekend." I picked her up at 6:30am, It was already hot, but she was decently dressed. I drove us to my parents' house. Dad was out tinkering with the John, he had changed and serviced it for me, so I wouldn't have to do that when I got it home. Mom came out and introduced herself to Kate, I hadn't told Kate that these were my parents. So I'm sure that shocked her. Dad and I loaded the John into the back and added some more supplies, and two helmets. Then we went inside to get drinks. Mom, always on the ball, had them ready for us. I followed dad into his den and we sat down, I was grateful for the cool air. Dad asked "That was Kate?" I just nodded. "You didn't go out of your way to introduce her to us. Probably your mother will have something to say about that. We raised you to have better manners." "I'm sorry if it bothers you dad, but she rubs me the wrong way. I offered to make the John available for her to use. She demanded to be brought along today. I didn't tell her where I was getting it from, so until mom came out and grabbed her, she didn't know who you were." "So why are you going out of your way to let her use the John?" "Two reasons, I know it's not safe for her to be out walking at night in the desert. The dirt-bike was an other alternative. From a liability point of view the John is the better choice." "Well, at least you thought that out. Will you be coming for dinner this weekend?" "After I get her checked out on the John. I'm going out to the access gate to the park and replace the lock with a new one. That gives her the shortest ride from her place to her studies. When I get home from that I'm coming here for the weekend. Tell mom for me. I'm going to head out now." With that I went out and sat in the truck. A few moments later Kate came out. She got in and I waved to mom and dad. She kept quiet for a few moments before asking. "Why didn't you tell me they were your parents, I like your mom she is so nice." "Are you sure I didn't say? I must have mentioned it sometime." "You could have introduced me at least." "You saw my dad, he had that all cleaned up and even waxed it. I was afraid he would try loading it on the truck without my help. By then mom had brought you inside and it was too late." "Oh. Okay." Then she was bubbly and bright again all the way home. She was fine at shifting and developed a feel for the way it handled. So I got the bag of tools and directed her to the gate. We came over a small rise and the first thing she saw was her motor home. We stopped at the gate and I cut the old lock off and installed the new chain and lock. Gave her the second key of course. She wanted to get something from her place so she drove us there. I waited outside, she didn't invite me in anyway. We got back to my place she parked "JD" as she officially named it, near where I was to park the truck. We went into my house and she took her clothes off. It was near a hundred. I hung the spare key for "JD" on an unused hook and labelled it and the spare gate key. I had enough, I said. "Ok if I move my truck?" "Sure, slowly of course." I drove slowly out over the rise and past "JD" and kept going. I hated to admit it, but it felt good. Dad and I talked about the financial side of the acreage I now had to manage, I showed him the amount I was setting aside monthly for the taxes. He asked me about renting the land out for cattle, that's what it was intended to be used for. I pointed out my agreement with Kate would stop that for this year any way. Dad had some other things to do so I wandered out to see mom, she was just fixing drinks for us and said. "Set down son, I'll be right back." She commented on my lack of manners, but dad must have told her how upset I was with Kate. She didn't make an issue about it. Then she said. "I think she is a little sweet on you, dear." "Now mom, I find that hard to believe. She was the one that told me that she already had a boyfriend and thank you but no way." "You see son, that's what's so strange, because all she could talk about was how good you are to her. What you have done for her, and she wanted to know all about you. Just like someone who was interested in you. From the way she acted you were the only boyfriend she has." "Okay mom, I wasn't going to tell you this but. You know how hot it must get on that porch at this time of year. Right?" She just nodded. "Kate wears between almost nothing to absolutely nothing there. Then every ten or fifteen minutes she comes in to the computer where I am hiding. She bubbles all over explaining her work to me. That's fine, but she never thinks to put clothes on while doing so. I've promised I wouldn't make any advances to her. That's why I'll be spending more time here." ... It was Monday afternoon when I got home. It was only 85F/29.4C on the porch, an approaching storm had kept it cooler. I didn't see Kate on the porch but the cooler was running. I peaked in the bedroom, she was sleeping on top of the bed just her panties on. The cooler wasn't working properly so I went out to look. One of the distribution tubes was clogged. I kept a wire right there to clean it out with. By the time I got back inside it was already working better. I sat at the computer to see how, what dad and I talked about, would look on the spread sheet. Kate came out of the bedroom and into the bath without seeing me. She did see me coming out of the bath and a happy smile came to her face and was gone so quickly I wasn't sure it had been there. She was chilled now her arms across her chest she pulled a shirt on that was lying on the couch. She sat and asked quietly, "Where have you been?" "At my parents home, my room is still has some of my stuff. Mom likes to see me." I answered in a neutral tone. "Oh I just didn't know. I saw the number for your parents, but couldn't make my self call." She started telling me what she had discovered with the family of quails at the end of the yard. I found her interesting, her enthusiasm flowed with her speech and made the listener feel the importance of her discoveries. As she became more animated, she took off the shirt, an unconscious action I think. Then it became more difficult to follow her as she waved her arms around in the air. I did for the most part, keep my eyes on her face. I even thought of a few possibilities for her to investigate. One seemed to fire her imagination, she wrote it down in her workbook. I said. "Was the bed ok to sleep on? I keep a board under the mattress. I could take it out." "Oh, It's fine just the way it is, don't change it. I wanted to try and set up the IR system to night, can you give me a hand?" "Sure, no problem." "Ok How about I make us something for supper then?" "My stomach is a little off today, I'm just going to have some crackers and water, maybe next time, OK?" "Oh... Okay. I guess I won't eat much either." We set up the IR system. She could watch the quail family on the monitor on the porch, there was a rechargable wireless connection good for ten hours. I didn't see much there to keep me awake, and I was hungry. So I said good night and went to bed. I heard "JD" start up later, but I went right back to sleep. Tuesday afternoon I got home to find a note from her saying, she would be back in the evening to watch the bird channel. I sat out on the porch where I really liked to be, wondering how I got into this mess. I heard "JD" stop at the corner of the house. She quietly came up on the porch and sat in her chair, the monitor in front of her. She turned it on but I don't think she saw it. So far she hadn't said anything. I started to get up to go to bed. I heard her say. "Kyle." I hadn't turned back to her. "Yes?" "Do you think I'm a bad person?" She kept her eyes on the screen. I sat back down. I said. "I really don't know Kate. Why do you ask? Why do you care what I think about you?" I could tell she was nearly in tears. I could see her rapidly blink in the glow from her monitor. "I talked to your mother today, she called here looking for me... She was rough on me." I've been on the wrong side of her a time or two, it's not a comfortable place to be. "Kyle." She sniffed and ran her sleeve across her face. "I d-d-don't h-have a b-boy friend, I lied to you." So, mom was right. "Why?" "At first because I didn't know you." She sniffled again I handed her a paper towel, and she blew her nose. "And then because I was confused around you. I couldn't think. I knew I was in trouble right from the first, when I stripped down to the way you were dressed. I've never done that before, really." I clenched the armrests, hard "So, Why?" "Why did I make you promise to leave me alone? Why did I keep throwing myself at you?" She asked. "Yes." "Because I don't trust myself around you. And it made me feel good to walk around you like that. It was similar to what I imagined sex is like." "Are you saying you have never had sex?" That piqued my interest. Kyle's Porch Ch. 03 These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. Part three of eight: A love leaves, and comes back broken * She looked off into the night, biting a finger nail. "I'm technically not a virgin, I went to a party on campus early in my freshman year. Somebody drugged the drinks they gave the girls there. I was raped, I don't know how many times nor do I remember it. I hope I never do. Since then I haven't let anyone that close. I should have reported it but none of us did." "And making me promise?" "I wanted you to break your promise. I had to make you promise, so I could feel safe with you. Every time I looked at you, even the first time, I wanted you to take me, show me what I have been missing. But you're too... Noble. You gave me your word, and you kept it. I d-didn't realize w-what I w-was p-putting you through." "Mom?" I asked. "Yes, she set me straight. She was not kind." Kate looked at her hands laying in her lap now. I let out a breath. "So where we go from here?" She said in a small voice. "You could tell me to leave." "No. I don't think I could do that." "What do you want me to do?" She asked with fear. "I don't want either of us to do anything rash. I won't send you away, but I won't ask you sleep with me. I need time to straighten myself out. You nearly burned me out. Another week and I would have moved somewhere else until you left here. I never would have looked back. Now I at least I have hope returning. Can you stick it out until the weekend? Then with no job to worry about, I can free my mind to find you again." "What do you mean, about your job?" Her voice was small. "I work around machines bigger then this porch, on steel parts heavier then your motor home. If I make a mistake it could ruin a $50,000 casting, at the least. If it comes loose. It also could take a half-million dollar machine with it. Or my life and the guy working behind me. I have to have my mind clear to do that kind of work. If you still have an interest in me Friday night. We will have a serious open discussion, to decide our lives from there." "I'm so sorry. I never knew your job was so dangerous. Can you forgive me even just a little?" I said. "Come here." She slowly got up not being able to see my face. I held out my hand as she came around the table and guided her to sit in my lap. She said "For real?" "Just a friendly hug between friends, Okay?" "It will do for now." I needed sleep so I didn't hold her long. It was just before my alarm went off that I woke up with an arm full of girl, with clothes on. I was able to get ready for work without waking her but her arm was searching the bed for me. I kissed her before I left, that seemed to satisfy her. That was our new routine up to Friday. She was there when I walked onto the porch. She put on her halter and panties and picked up a shirt. We went in side and I started the cooler. She slid the shirt on and watched every move. I had not said any more from earlier in the week. Although she slept with me, that's all we did, and she was always dressed. We talked for hours, we talked about our past, our present and our future. One of her concerns was what we would do if she had the opportunity to do field research. I said. "Don't take it if I can't go with you." Kate and I settled into a hot summer romance. She moved her RV on to the property, parked in her designated area. She didn't live in it anymore. All her stuff now stayed in the house. Nigh-time bird activities turned out to be of little interest to her, so she set her activities to match mine. When I left for work She went to work. When I came home She took a brief break, then we sat or lay near each other while she studied until the light was gone. We never had actually asked each other to marry, it was always "when we get married." We spent a few hours every weekend at my parents. Mom and Kate were always talking, and dad was captivated by Kate too. In August Kate picked up a urinary tract infection that had us all worried. I took her in to see the Doctor and a few days later she was fine. Then a few weeks later she came down with dysentery. There were several night-time accidents from that. I cleaned up the messes and her. She was quite embarrassed about it. The Doctor told her quite bluntly to stop lying naked in the sand. Something she was always doing. She closed down her study in November and returned the equipment to Tucson, the motor home to her parents. She came back in her car to write up her report. It took until the middle of December. She planed to visit her folks in California over the holidays, she had a presentation for the first week in January. Then she would come home here and wait for an assignment. The second week of January, much concerned, I called the office in charge of her studies and was told she was out of the country on a field expedition for at least two months. I was so thrown by this, I had to ask my boss to put me on hardware machining. I didn't trust myself to be able to concentrate on the dangerous stuff. He looked at me for several minutes and agreed. ... By April I was back on the big stuff. I hadn't heard anything from Kate. After the first several weeks mom and dad stopped asking about her. They could see how much it hurt me. The beauty of the view was starting to return to me. I was spending more time on the porch. Saturday morning the phone rang and I assumed it was mom, she had been keeping a watchful eye on me lately. A voice said. "Kyle open the gate, let me in." I automatically said. "Okay." And hung up. I knew it was her, after hanging up. It would do no good to ignore her, she could just jump the fence. As I took the 4-wheel out to the gate, a very bitter feeling settled in on me. She looked good, although she had put on weight. I opened the gate and after a brief kiss she drove to the house. Apparently she was just going to continue as if nothing had happened. I left the gate open and returned on the 4-wheel. She was starting lunch and I sat on the couch, I didn't want to watch her, I didn't want to loose my anger or bitterness. She took her top and jeans off, it was warm enough. She paraded into the front room and sat in front of me on the coffee table. I forced myself to look her over. She had put weight on around her thighs hips and breasts. She had lost some of the school girl look. I realized she hadn't suffered from our separation. Worse for me I realized she hadn't been without a lover, there were faint hickey marks on her throat and breasts not yet completely healed. She sensed that it wasn't going to be easy. She said. "Kyle, you knew these expeditions come up quickly sometimes." "There was no mail service from where you were? You certainly don't look like you were missing me very hard, you've gained ten or fifteen pounds haven't you?" "Kyle we were so busy, the food there was very rich." "I'm trying hard to want to believe you, but you should have waited another week for the hickey marks to be all gone. I seem to remember you wouldn't let me do that to you." "Kyle, he meant nothing to me, it was you I thought of. I came back to marry you! It was so lonely out there without you." "I was just as lonely here without you. But I didn't take a lover to pass the time with. Although I hadn't heard from you. I still believed in you, us." She started another approach of denial. I said. "STOP! I loved you with all my heart. My soul is wrapped up in the thought of the girl in my life last summer. You are not her anymore... Miss Kate Brown please leave my property. You are not welcome here any more." She sat in shock for a moment. Then she picked up her stuff and left, several times she tried to speak to me but I was past listening. She kept looking back not believing that I was serious. I followed her on the 4-wheel, to the gate. She got out of her car on the other side as I closed it and she started to speak. I didn't let her. "Miss Brown. Good bye, good luck in your continued ... researches. Don't, come back." She knew I was talking of her sexual researches because she put her hand on her neck where some of them were. "Kyle! Don't do this!" Calmly I said. "If this was to be an isolated incident. I might have been able to get past it. A few times in the sack and I would forgive you. But you have no remorse, You didn't really miss me much. But what about next time, would I accept some foreign sexually transmitted disease? -But I was thinking of you? The time after that, maybe a baby. -I was thinking of you? No. You only think of you. For the last time, Good bye, I don't yet hate you." I drove away from the gate. She spun the tires violently in the dirt. I think I got her attention. Now I had to call mom because I knew Kate would head there next. "Hi mom, she came back. She's gained weight and a bunch of old hickeys. I booted her off the place, I think you'll see her next. I'll be over Sunday. Bye." I kept it brief because I only wanted to warn her. I wasn't ready to talk about it. I sat on the porch and got a little drunk, the phone would ring for a while, it didn't bother me. I made up a list of things to do. 1. Change my phone number. 2. Change the locks, 2 Gates, 1 house. 3. Put up new, no trespassing signs. 4. Run a 4th strand of wire on the fence posts. 4b add iron to the gates to raise the height. 5. Destroy the steps from the wildlife refuge. I could start #4 and #4b tomorrow morning. I had some iron angles in the garage, and there were several rolls of barbed wire also. But I should wait for the signs #3 so I didn't have to make two trips around. #5 was a good one too. Sunday afternoon I went for dinner. Dad was in the yard mowing. He shut down and greeted me "Son, she came here all smiles, she left crying. I didn't speak to her at all." Then he got back on the mower. I went into the kitchen and mom had a cold glass of milk for me. I kissed her and sat down. "She came here sure she could snow me. I saw how she had been living good, nothing to bother herself over while you lost weight. I saw the hickeys and the changes in her personality. I greeted her like I didn't know she had seen you. I asked if she had been to see you yet, She said your gate was locked, and she couldn't get in. Things went downhill from there. I never told her you had called. And son, there wasn't just one man, she was playing off two against each other to get what she wanted. I'm sorry, I thought she was such a nice person last year." "Last year she was mom. I told her she wasn't the same person anymore. I'm going to change my phone number tomorrow, I'll let you know the new one. I'll change the gate and house keys too. I'll bring you over the new ones next Sunday." Dad came in and we hashed it over some more. I stayed there overnight. The next day I got the phone company busy, stopped at a sign store and placed an expensive order for durable steel no trespassing signs. It took the better part of two months to complete the tasks. It wouldn't keep out any determined person, but I would call the Sheriff if she broke in. I think I would have prosecuted too. Kyle's Porch Ch. 04 These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. Part four of eight: Two beauties apply this time * I got a long letter from a UoA student wishing to pursue the study Kate had started, depicting all the areas left to fill. It was signed O. Hills. The person sounded nice enough so I replied politely. I stated that my experience with Miss Kate Brown left me less than enthusiastic to be of any help. I pointed out that the refuge was quite close to the study area and was available. A week later I got another letter not on a UoA letterhead. Dear Mr. Brown I can understand some of your reluctance to accept my plea for assistance. I have had the misfortune recently to spend an extended time with Miss Brown on an expedition, I found her to be somewhat less than an admirable person. However the project she started has some intrinsic value if pursued. I will be in the area this coming Saturday, Would you accept the offer of a drink to compensate for me pleading to you in person? I will be at the Roadside Bar/Eat and Fire Station after 5pm and until closing. Thank you, O. Hills. The frank admission of dislike caught my attention. I could see why it wasn't on an official letterhead. I was curious about what had dear Kate had been up to. I wondered why it was O. Hills, and how would I recognize him/her. The Bar was only twelve miles or so, and I could just hang out and see who came in at 5pm. I occasionally stopped in there anyway. Not enough to where people would know me though. I wandered in around 4:15, found a good spot at the bar where I could see people come in the door in the mirror behind the bar. I ordered a beer and nursed it along. There were quite a few people there but most of them went into the dining area for supper. At around 5pm, I watched several more come in but they were either known by people drinking or were here for the food. At five after, two girls came in and looked around. They looked like sisters to me, in their late teens or more. Probably more because you had to be 21 to drink here. One of them pointed at me and they came over. With a single finger one touched my shoulder. "Excuse me but you look like Kyle Brown." "I'm amazed you would know me by sight. Are either of you O. Hills?" "I am Olive Hills, this is my sister Candy. I would like to up my offer to supper, if you are willing to put up with two broads from Tucson, Mr. Brown." I sipped from the warm beer, "Can we agree to use first names?" "Yes Kyle. Shall we see if there's room?" I finished my beer and followed the girls. They were trim, in good shape and reasonably well breasted girls. As they did not ask for alcohol I still was guessing ages. We were shown to a table not far from the restrooms. I decided to have a steak, a specialty of the house and not nearly as expensive as in Tucson. Olive had a seafood platter and Candy had pasta. No business was attempted during the meal and I was in a much more congenial mood after. I was sure it was intentional. We talked about a variety of subjects. The girls seemed well informed and not afraid to express their opinions. I ordered a beer, as did Olive. Candy ordered coffee. Olive had to show her ID. They didn't ask Candy or me. I sighed. Olive asked "What Kyle?" "There was a time not long ago when I had to show my ID. Not anymore." They snickered. "Ok girls." I said. "Go ahead and convince me." Olive started to expand on the importance of the research. I stopped her. "I am willing to agree to the importance of your work. What you need to do, is convince me that I should allow you on to my property after I booted Miss Brown off for trespassing." Candy, wide-eyed said. "You did? When?" "It's been weeks now." I settled deeper in my chair, beer in hand. "Candy." Said Olive, clearly a warning. "How did you know who I was?" I asked Olive. "Miss Brown had a picture of you sitting in a room, at a computer. She obviously took it through a window while you were not aware. She told everyone she was going to marry you when she got back." "Including the several playmates she was seeing?" I threw out. The girls looked at each other and blushed. "Yes." Said Olive. "Were both of you on that expedition?" I set my empty glass down. "Yes, I arraigned to have Candy as my assistant. Dr. Cole and Mr. Keith had Miss Brown and Mr. Young as their assistants. The expedition was nearly ruined by Miss Brown's nocturnal... activities with all three. I didn't wish to confront you with the facts Kyle. But you seemed to have some notion of the situation." I gave a brief laugh, "Miss Brown, made the error of showing up with the nearly healed hickeys still evident. The weight gain was also an indication that she wasn't exactly pining away for me... That's in the past. Some day I might be interested in the facts but I'm quite over her and you still need to convince me." Olive said. "If the importance of the study isn't a good argument. I am at a loss how to proceed." She ended, arms held up. Candy, one hand over mine, said. "Please Kyle. Say yes." I gave a big sigh. "I've always been a sucker for a pretty face and here I've got two. Okay, We can try it." They both had incredulous looks on their faces. I asked "What?" Olive said. "Miss Brown said we didn't have a snowball's hope in hell of getting you to agree." I growled, "This study better not be of any benefit to her. I'll toss both of you out." Candy said. "No Kyle. She has moved her great... talent, to Colorado. We are only using her data as guidelines, we think some of her ideas are complete junk." I pondered for a moment. "Ok, what will you be needing in resources from me?" Olive said. "About the same as Miss Brown used. A little more because Cindy is a part of the effort. Miss Brown was a very good records keeper, we have all her data, We just don't agree with her methods or conclusions. We have a travel trailer and truck to move it. Can we park it somewhere in the area?" "Kate had us park just over the ridge behind the house." I said. Cindy said. "That's one of the things we disagree with her on. You should not do anything different from your normal activities. The fact that at least four groups of birds are nesting close to your home means they are a part of your activities already." Olive continued. "We would like to park the trailer near the garage. Are there any hook-ups around your home for sewer or water and electric?" "I honestly don't know, we'll have to look. But you can always use the house. I'm gone most of the day, so I wouldn't be bothering you except on weekends. You are aware of the temperatures involved?" Cindy answered. "Miss Brown bragged extensively how she could flaunt herself in front of you in safety." "I'm not making that promise this time. That was tearing me to pieces. I understand the need to be as comfortable as possible while studying But the cooler works just fine in the house. Some clothes should be worn there. I'm sure that after a short time we will figure out a way to get along." "We will try to be considerate of your situation." Said Olive. I asked. "When do you want to start?" "Our rig is outside." "You can follow me home then and start in the morning." "Okay." They paid the bill and followed me out, I said. "I'll open my gate and move out of the way, go on in, go slow down to the house, it's a bit steep." When I got to the house they were just looking around the yard. I invited them in to look around the house, I sat on the porch with a cold beer. When they were done poking around. They came out and sat too. "There's cold stuff in the 'frig." Olive and Candy went back inside. "Kyle, do you care if Candy has a beer?" "No, go for it." A little later I came out with two keys. "House and gate. You only need to lock the house if your leaving and I'm not here, Gate stays locked." Olive and I talked about the general area, Candy was on her second beer and was humming to herself. During a break in the general conversation Candy said. "She really screwed up to loose this, and you." Olive said. "I guess we should go and get some sleep, two, is her limit." Candy went on. "Course she screwed anything in men's pants. I saw her with the guide, one night." "Candy! That's enough!" Olive said, getting up and dragging Candy off the porch. "I'm sorry Kyle. She's usually not that bad." "It's 4500 feet here, alcohol hits a little harder then in Tucson." Olive said. "Good night Kyle." "Good lookin' Kyle." From Candy. "Good night girls." I sat there for a while wondering what had gone wrong with Kate, or was she like that before she came here. It's hard when you don't know someone well enough to tell where the lies start and stop. Sometime, early morning, I heard both girls come in and use the toilet, instead of turning on the lights they had a flashlight. I was sleeping again before they left. I got up before the sun was over the distant mountains. I had plenty of eggs so I started an omelet with bits of meat and spices. Olive came in to use the toilet. "Candy, should be along in a minute, her head hurts this morning, and she's not moving very fast." "Pull up a plate, these things are about done." I said and poured coffee into three cups. Candy came in squinting, I stopped her and handed a cup to her. "Drink." I said. She took a few sips. "Now, go." She looked much better when she came out. They both devoured the omelets, so I guessed that I had done okay. We found the clean-out access for the sewer system behind the house, the ridge was too close there for the trailer. There was water, and a power outlet at the garage. We decided to hook up the power and water for them. I said I would string some low power lights between the house and garage for dark-time navigation. Olive was good at maneuvering, she parked the trailer on the house side of the garage. The girls disconnected the truck, and we leveled the trailer with the jacks they had. The roadrunners were so used to me, they came in the yard to watch what we were doing. Olive parked their truck on the far side of the garage. With everything done for the moment we sat on the porch for a break. I had brought in another lounge from the garage, it needed some patching on the netting, Cindy claimed it as her own, and promised to fix it up. It was already very warm, I said. "I'm going to switch into shorts now." When I came out the girls were gone, but soon they showed up in two piece bathing suits. They both looked good in them, and I said so. They turned around so I could get a good look. Olive sat on one side of me, and Candy went to the 'frig for tea. She replaced the cans from the supply in the cupboards, then brought out cans for each of us in foam insulators. She sat on the other side of me. I said. "I'll be headed to my parents place in a while. Then you lady's may snoop all you want. The water heater tank is quite large, you shouldn't have any problems with consecutive showers." Olive said. "Why would you think we were going to snoop?" "You might not have, but you would have wanted to, it's only natural for women to do so. I just thought I'd give you permission." Cindy said. "He's got us there sis." "Also, make yourselves room where ever you want. Kate left much of her stuff here. Feel free to bag it up. It can go to the Good Will store. I could never force myself to take care of it. You'll see that I don't use a lot of room. Of course the front room has a lot of mementos from my grandfather, and other family keepsakes. I know you won't misuse them. The washing machine has lately begun to act up a little, the door switch is bad, just hit it on the side until it goes. I haven't ordered a new switch yet. If you remember to nag me I'll do it." Olive asked. "Nag?" "Are you going to pretend that with two of you here you won't nag me?" Cindy giggled spraying tea over her self. I handed her a paper towel. It was too hot to be comfortable so we moved inside to the table, the girls had brought t-shirts and put them on as the cooler brought the temperature down. I showed them the key rack and told them that as soon as I serviced the John Deere and checked them out on it they would be welcome to use it. It was time for me to get going so I went in and changed into my better clothes, and said. "I'll be back tonight or tomorrow after work. The number for my parents is by the phone. There's the internet on my computer, and the dish for the TV. Oh there's a DVD player too, but I don't have a large selection yet. Bye, ladies." "Bye, Kyle." They both said. Mom and dad were preparing to take off on an extended trip around the states to visit family, something they had been thinking about for several years. They were leaving Monday morning. I helped dad finish packing their car and promised to look in on the place once and a while. The neighbors would be watching too. I said my good byes to them and went back home. The girls were watching a documentary on the TV, they had done a lot of work while I was gone. There were plastic bags on the porch full of Kate's stuff. They had apparently taken showers and were dressed now in light summer clothing. I went in and took a shower and dressed in similar clothes. The show was over and they were fussing around in the kitchen. I fired up the computer and checked my budget, I was doing fine, I paid the bills that were sitting in the Pay slot. When I had come in the door we had only waved, I didn't want to interrupt their obvious interest in the show. As the girls set supper on the table they both took time to touch my shoulders as they went by. "So what do you think?" I asked as we were eating. Olive answered smiling. "I love your home, Kyle." "Ditto." Said Candy. As she wiped the sink. The sun had set and it was getting cooler. "What say we retire to the porch ladies, I'll clean up later." So we sat back in the lounges, they had moved everything a little closer together to make room for their equipment and the bags. Olive said. "I hope it's ok, we had to move things around." "Let me see, I'm squeezed between the two most beautiful women for miles around. Nope! I'm not upset." Then in a more serious tone. "I really appreciate you bagging that stuff up for me. I just couldn't do it. I tried several times." "It's ok Kyle, we understand. It was the old Kate. That's why she didn't come back for them, that's not her style anymore." Said Candy. Kyle's Porch Ch. 05 These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. Part five of eight: Two naked girls, leave a memory This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. * Olive asked. "What hours are you working this week Kyle?" "6:00 am to 2:30 pm, the calendar on inside the door has my schedule. Every week or two it changes, The heat in the shop really gets bad from the machines and the hot chips coming off the castings we cut. At the peak of the heat, it will be 3:00 am to 11:30 am and it will be over 120F/49C even with the ventilators running." Olive said. "We were thinking of going shopping, and thought we could meet you for an afternoon meal after you were done and then go to the store, we'll drop off the bags also. What do you think?" "Okay, I can take a shower at work before leaving so I'll meet you at the Trails End diner around quarter of three. I won't stink too bad that way." Candy asked. "Why do they have showers where you work?" "We wear a coverall. Full sleeves, it's hot but the chips coming off the castings are fifteen to eighteen hundred degrees. So no one on the big machines goes without. At lunch and last break each one in coveralls takes a shower to cool off, many take another before leaving. It's not a luxury, it's a necessity. We have lockers to store our clothes in." NOTE: 800C to 1000C I yawned and said. "You girls can stay here, or inside, it won't bother me. I'm going to bed. Oh, another thing. Start parking in the garage tomorrow. I don't need to have my truck in there, but with the sun you will. Good night girls." They put their hands on top of mine for a moment as I started to get up. "Good night Kyle." They both said. Then Olive said. "We will be waiting at the diner tomorrow." I lay there just resting, I could hear the TV faintly from the front. Each girl used the bathroom, and each looked in to the bedroom for a few seconds, I don't know why. Much later the house was dark and quiet, I rolled over and back to sleep. Around 5am I rolled out a head of the alarm, and got ready for work. I hated to start the truck up so close to their trailer but Olive had told me they wouldn't need to set an alarm that way. As I drove up the ridge I saw a light on in their home in my mirror. During the long cuts at work I had plenty of time to reflect on the current situation. How DID I get roped into these things? At least this one was starting out more sanely, but there were two of them, and there was some unprofessional interest from both of them. I didn't want to cause a problem for any of us. On the other hand, both were quite attractive. It wasn't that hot today in the shop, but I took a shower anyway, the smell of the place wasn't that bad, but it was always noticeable. I spotted the girls in a window booth, I was afraid I would be forced to decide which one I would have to set by, but they moved together when they saw me, and I sat across from them. I had been coming in here on and off for years and the waitress knew me. "Hi Kyle. How are you?" She took our order and left. Candy wrinkled her nose a little. "I thought you were going to shower before you left?" "Sorry, I did. Is it that bad?" Olive said. "No it's more unfamiliar, like an old suit of armor." "It's the smell of fresh cast steel, the cutting fluids, and much sweat. Cooked at a high heat until well done. I could leave if you want me to." "No." "No." Our food came and we talked about the town and the area while we ate. I insisted on paying my share of the bill, we all pitched in on the tip. Then we wandered around the store for a while. They had a full cart at the checkout, mine was much smaller, many canned drinks, most of that was not beer. I let then go ahead of me, and told them not to wait as I just putted along to save fuel. Candy was setting back in the lounge when I carted in my groceries, She smiled but let me finish my task. Olive came in with a laptop and hooked up to the phone line to do some work. She had the register receipt from the store so I figured she was updating her budget. I took a beer out to my lounge and relaxed. I saw Candy wrinkle her nose so I finished the beer quickly and went inside to take another shower. They were both on the porch when I got out. It was cooling off rapidly. I dressed accordingly. Cindy sniffed as I sat. They looked at each other and giggled. I sighed. A while later Olive asked. "Did you tell your parents we were here?" "No. They were heading out on a trip around the states for the summer, I didn't want mom to worry that I was getting into another mess, so I said nothing." They said nothing either, they just looked outside. I decided There was plenty of time to string the lights I had promised. So I got the ladder out and hooked to the house. They came out to help and soon we had lighting from the garage to the house. I had run the lines so they could be turned on or off from either end. It was 12-volt lighting so there was little danger of problems in rain. The rest of the week the temperatures on the porch soared. I had installed ceiling fans around Christmas time as a quieter way of moving air. The girls had their own positions staked out on the porch, with spotting scopes on tripods. They had low, net bed frames to keep air moving around their bodies. The frames were low enough, they could take notes on the floor. I knew they had heard me pull in and walk in the door. Rightly so, they continued their work. They were both only wearing panties, but lying on their stomachs They were decent enough. They had rearranged the furniture again, but the basic layout was the same. There was more room with all those bags gone, there were boxes of equipment in the corners. I went inside and took a long shower. I felt much better after. They had thought to hang a blanket a few feet out from the window looking on to the porch. It didn't block the air much and did block the naked view. I had turned the cooler on and was watching the news when Olive came in. She had put a shirt on and shorts to come in the house. She ran her hand through my hair and sat in the next chair. When the commercial came on she said. "Welcome home Kyle. Do you want to wait for us to have supper at dark, or eat by your self?" "Putting it that way, I'll wait. But I may sneak a snack." "Why not, that's what we do. I have to use the bathroom and then it's back to work. Are the arrangements ok?" "Oh yes, very thoughtful. Thank you both." She left and I finished watching the news. Candy came in next, a shirt and shorts on she dashed to the bathroom and came back out slower. I was raiding the snack cupboard and she got a can of tea and an insulator. She said as she went by and ran her hand across my lower back. "Hi Kyle, I get so wrapped up sometimes in the work, I nearly burst getting somewhere to pee. Are we having supper together?" "Yes Olive has already asked. I think that will be the norm, so plan on it. Are you learning anything?" "Sis has taught me not to make conclusions as we go. Every week we will summarize and then conjecture. I'd better go now, I'll see you at supper." I went into the bed and lay down under the cooler blast. One or both had been here sometime today, so I got out the sheets to change after I awoke. The scent was pleasant, and not like Kate. I wanted it to keep it as clean as possible for all of us. I had found Kate to be a bit of a slob after she moved in, she skipped showers and left her clothes laying where ever she took them off. I don't think these girls were that way at all. Someone was stroking my brow, I opened my eyes to Candy, setting on the side of the bed. "Hi Candy." She stood up and said. "Supper's ready Kyle." And left. The sun had gone down, but it was still light out. I changed the sheets and went to the table, Olive was cooking to night. "There you are. I was getting ready to call you again." She put the food on the table, Candy came in from the porch. "I changed the sheets, I tend to sweat a lot in the afternoon. I'll have to take another shower before bed tonight." Olive said. "Candy and I will too." They had found my stash of games in the hall closet, and we played for several hours. I found them both to be quite competitive, but good winners and losers. A rare combination. We sat the rest of the evening on the porch, taking turns at the shower. Around 10pm I went to bed. I noticed that neither of them had beer since Saturday. I seldom did either, the next days heat taught me not to do so. I was shaving in the morning when Olive came in. "I need to pee Kyle, you don't have to move." She had a robe on so there wasn't any real reason to leave. The bathroom is quite large, and the toilet isn't in line with the mirror. Candy came in and was dancing around, waiting for Olive, they switched places, Olive watched me shave from the hall. Candy flushed and watched from the other side. As soon as I finished they washed their hands and I finished dressing. I wondered at that, as they could have used the kitchen sink. Not that it really bothered me to have them watch or that I was only wearing briefs. They both gave me pecks on my cheeks before I left. That seemed to start a new trend they repeated every morning. It made me feel good. Not all torn up like some of Kate's antics. ... They had been here for over a month now, we had settled into a relatively stable relationship. They were more casual about being nude in front of me, Candy's mad dashes to the toilet started that. She just didn't have time do dress. By the time her body had succeeded in getting her attention it was almost too late. Olive started following her lead after she asked if Candy was bothering me. "No, Olive. Neither of you are flaunting. If you need the bathroom why dress? If you come in here nude and start bouncing around in front of me then I'll assume you are wanting me to screw you, and I'll act accordingly." She caressed my face. "You are a dear man. Maybe some day we'll try that." She left for the porch, I wondered at the we in her statement. I joined them on the porch sometimes when it wasn't quite so hot. I couldn't lay down behind them if they didn't at least have panties on. One Saturday morning, I think they did it just to bug me, I had snoozed for a while. I woke up when it got too warm, they had taken off their panties and were hard at work. They were lying in front of me a couple feet apart from each other their legs spread slightly. I stared for several minutes before I realized I wasn't dreaming. I dashed into the house, hearing soft laughter from behind. Mom and dad had written to say where they were, and that they were fine. I wrote to the next place they were headed, to tell them everything was fine here. One Friday night I discovered the girls were through playing games. Olive followed me into my room and put her arms around me and we kissed for a long time before undressing. I only asked. "Candy?" She snuggled tight to me and said. "We are much too competitive to both be here, We tossed a coin, I got to be first. She'll be along later." From then on, one or the other was at my side in bed, or just holding hands when they were working. The blanket disappeared from in front of the window. I could go on the porch any time. Occasionally one of them would join me on the lounge for a little groping session, sometimes that would up end inside. There were no signs of jealousy between them. I showed no favoritism. There also were no words of love. I understood there would be an end to this sometime. We were just very close friends. Mom and dad were due back soon. We were into September. There had been a slight change in our complex relationship, I started finding them both in bed with me sleeping. There was no sex when that happened although hands did wander freely. I wasn't surprised when one would leave for the front room and the other would get serious. Then they would usually swap places but we always woke up three at a time. I was only sad that it wasn't going to be forever. They never said how long they could stay. Olive said they might be back next spring. But she couldn't say for sure. The folks sent another letter saying they would be back mid week, I was expected for dinner Sunday. I checked their house over, but everything was fine. I invited the girls to go along with me Sunday. Olive said. "We are much to close to being done do that. Maybe another time." The rest of the week they broke tradition and both stayed for the sex games. It stretched my endurance to the limit. They would have the cooler running, and as soon as I walked in they would attack. Into the shower and beyond. I was exhausted, and clear headed. From Friday to Sunday when I left to see my parents, was one continuous romp. Oh, I knew, this level of intensity couldn't have gone on, I knew when they begged off from visiting that they would be gone when I got back. I knew so strongly that I wrote a goodbye note and put it in the book where they kept their gas slips in their truck. My dear lovely girls. I'm betting that Sunday afternoon you will have left my life. I'm also betting that sometime we will meet again even if it's only a public meeting. The change you have made in my life is a profound one. I shall never forget either of you. You are and shall always be my very best friends. Come back a day, a week, or years from now. I will welcome you. With all my love as your friend, Kyle. ... I saw the hole next to the garage first. There was a letter on my table. I turned the cooler on and stripped down before reading it. The sentences alternated, first from one, and then the other. Dearest beautiful Kyle. My sister and I are crying as we write this. Our stay with you, has been the greatest adventure of our lives. Your kindness and caring has renewed our faith in the male gender. We both love you in a way that we never could have imagined before. Free and no strings. A brotherly love plus. We have never done this before, both of us sharing one man let alone separately sharing a man. And a man you are. I have been more worldly than my sister, I bet we will never top this. I don't think we will even try. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. We can only hope that some day, a week or years from now, you will welcome one, or both back to the shelter of your arms. Or even if it can't be as close, we still wish to spend time with you. We will stare into each other's eyes, and remember. Good byes are much too hard. We could not leave, if you were here. So we are sneaking out, like a thief in the night. But we have left things behind for you to remember us. All our love and friendship. Olive, and Candy. There were indeed, tear stains on the page, I read it several times, and each time I was choked up more. But it wasn't grief. There was sorrow, yes, but it was a good ending. It started in honest friendship and ended the same way. They had left behind more then memories, there was a large stock of food and drink, and the little trinkets they had added to the front room as the mood struck them. I picked up my dirty clothes and headed for the shower. I stayed under the stream for a long, long time. I dried off and went in search of clean clothes I found two bags in my dresser, and an other note in two different hands. Kyle, These are yours to keep. We stored them in specimen collection bags to preserve our scent. Love, Olive, Candy. They were two pairs of panties, used, one to a bag. I stored them carefully in the back of the drawer. Touching them only briefly through the bag with my finger tips. On the computer were many photos, most I never knew had been taken. Most showed the joy that we were sharing, myself and one or the other. Most would be pornographic to anyone else. There were a series showing both girls and I. They must have set up a time lapse sequence to capture them. The last two were them standing arms around each other, naked, waving at me. The last, they were bent over butts to the camera looking through their boobs and legs hands spreading their butts so I had no doubt what they were saying. Kyle's Porch Ch. 06 These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. Part six of eight: No birds this time This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. * Two years have gone by. Every month or more Olive and Candy write to me. The first, only days after leaving here. They said they very nearly turned around when they read my note less than an hour from here. They may have, I have no way of knowing. Still I continued to receive their letters so I must have had some effect on them. They continually accuse me of spoiling them on other men. I'm sure there have been others though. I certainly haven't been totally alone. That winter Cindy and I began a romance that died by summer. Then in fall flared up for a couple of months. I just can't share a girl with other men. I answered the mail I got from Olive and Candy, and occasionally wrote to them when I was upset or lonely. They have been spending a lot of time in upper Canada, freezeing, or so they have told me. I can't imagine any man on an expedition allowing that to happen to either of them. As the time moved me into October I realized there had been no letter from either of them in almost two months. I wrote to them, to tell them of a new romance that I had started. I kept the letter short as any fabrication should be. Then I set out on a survey of the local night life to see if that romance could be found. As it turned out, it wasn't where I looked. She was setting in front of my turnoff with a flat tire. She had tried to change it. There was a full moon out, and she should have been able change it and be on her way, but she couldn't get the lug nuts loose. I had been out on my Friday night survey, it was around 9 or 10. I saw the car from far up the road, it blocked access into my gate. I could have driven through the drainage ditch and gone around. I stopped first to see if anyone was around. She was, hiding behind her car. I said "Relax, I can either help you, Or I'll drive around to get into my place. Your call." I stayed about ten feet away as I talked. She held the tire iron in her left hand, not exactly threatening me. "How do I know this is your place?" She said. I walked to the gate and unlocked it. "It's your move." I said. She was trying to find excuses now. "It's a full moon out. How do I know you aren't a weir-wolf or something?" Even from ten feet away she was attractive, in her jeans and blouse. "I do seem to feel an urge to howl a little. I'll give you a moment to make up your mind." I couldn't help but notice how her hair glowed in the moonlight, blond it would have to be. I got in my truck and drove through the ditch and through the gate. I got out and put on hand on the gate like I was going to close it. "Your move." She said. "I-I don't know." She was wringing her hands on the iron, nervously. I said. "Okay, the bars will be shutting down, there will be some cars along soon." Then I closed the gate and started to lock it. "Wait." She said. "Will you help me?" I opened the gate again. "Ok." Then in an official voice. "Miss, put down the tire iron and step slowly away from the car." She laughed and did that. I tried the iron and saw the problem. The iron just rotated off the nut. It was too worn or the wrong one, to take the nuts loose. There were things I could have tried if there was no other choice. But I had some other ideas. "I'll have to go and get tools to take these loose." I headed for my truck. "Wait!" She said looking at a car approaching. The car slowed as it got close but kept going. "Can I go with you?" "Put your spare back in the trunk and make sure the car is locked." I didn't offer to help her. She put the tire away and checked all four doors. Before she got in my truck she said. "Promise you won't hurt me?" I could see now she was nearly as tall as I. Her loose clothing hinted at a pleasing figure. "No. This is real life. You take your chances just like I do." "I-I could walk home from here." She was looking straight at me, almost a challenge. "If you would rather, I could take you to the park, you can get a mechanic in the morning to fix your car." "H-How do you know I live in the park?" She unconsciously stepped back from my truck. "You just confirmed it. But it is the only place within walking distance." "Oh." She nibbled on her lower lip for a few moments. "Maybe you should take me home. I want to trust you but I can't." "I understand. I'll take you to the park." She slowly got in and I turned around, back through the ditch, and down the road. "Would you have really left me there?" I heard her say. "No. I would have called for a Sheriff or a wrecker for you." I pulled into the park and she directed me to a small Toyota Mini camper. "That looks cramped." I said as she got out. "It's home. Thanks." She said simply. I waited as she walked away. She started feeling her pockets. "Shit!" I heard. She came back and leaned in the passenger window. "Could you turn on the cab light?" I did and watched her look on the seat and floor. "Shit." She said despondently. "No keys?" I asked. "I think I left them in the trunk. I remember laying them down when I got out the tire." "Do you have a spare key on your RV or car?" I Asked. "No." She started to cry. I shut my truck off, and guided her to a concrete table to sit. I sat on the opposite side, Offering her no comfort other than my presence. After a bit she said. "Thank you... God I don't even know your name." It was almost a question. "Kyle." "Thank you Kyle, I'm Bonnie." She was rubbing her forehead with the tips of her fingers. I held out my hand. "Pleased to meet you Bonnie." She briefly squeezed my hand. Not a handshake. I waited, my elbows on the table top. "You're going to force me to ask you help aren't you?" She said as it became evident I wasn't going to say more. She was looking off into the night. "You are safe enough here. It's not comfortable, and it will be cold by morning. Then the office will open and you can get help. I on the other hand can only offer the use of my home. I am not a locksmith, I could not open your trunk without damaging it. So I have few safe options to offer you." "Oh. I hadn't thought it out." She lay her head on her arms, on the table. "Bonnie, I am at as much risk from you as you are from me. Even if you came to my bed willingly tonight. Tomorrow you could yell rape and it would be messy for me." "I see, so I am some what safe from you unless you hide my body somewhere." I could almost see her grin, I heard it in her voice. I spoke after a few moments. "True. You could leave a note somewhere on your RV stating where you are and protect your self a little better." It was thin, but I needed to give her some way to give in gracefully. "And my car?" She followed me back to my truck. "It should be fine there, I don't molest cars." "Okay, do you have something I could write on?" "Yes." I handed her a note pad and a pen. "Kyle, may I sleep on your couch tonight?" "Yes, and I have a variety of refreshments and food, and a bathroom also. I usually sit up late on my screened in porch and enjoy the night air." After shoving a note through the barely open driver's window of her RV. She said. "I'm ready to go if you are." I drove passed her car, through the ditch and locked the gate behind us. I drove slowly with just no lights on, the desert was so bright. She said nothing, just looked. I parked by the house and invited her up the steps. I unlocked the inner door and said. "The bathroom's there, are you hungry or thirsty?" "Yes, I'll be right back." I started a light midnight snack for us, guessing at what she might like. She was a while in the bathroom, but soon reappeared. "I... My purse is in my car. I found some tampons in the bathroom. If it's okay with you." "Yes of course. They were left behind sometime ago. There are cold drinks in the 'frig. Take what you would like. Go a head and look around. I know female nature. You will find things that have been left by others. I'll even answer questions later, on the porch." We settled in to eat on the porch, there was a nice breeze flowing past. "I read that framed note in your front room." She said, spooning up the soup I had heated. "Is that a question?" I broke off a chunk of the Italian bread, it was starting to get too dry. "Could you tell me a little about it. I'm actually burning to know. That's not the normal Dear John, letter I've learned to expect." She had finished the soup, and was spreading the margarine on the last piece of bread. "It might take a while to tell." I wiped off my face, done with the meal. "I don't have anywhere to be for a while." She said. "Ok, can I get you an other tea? Feel free to interrupt any time. It started here on this porch..." I told her the whole story, from Kate, up to the last letter I wrote to the girls. We had switched to beer, she brought them out the last trip. "Why did you write them that. I saw no evidence of a lover here now." She didn't seem to realize she had told me she had looked. "It took me two years to realize I probably would never see them again. You can't go back to that kind of friendship, people change as they grow. I concluded that it was time to let go." "Do you have a picture of them I could see?" She asked softly. "Are you comfortable with computers?" "Oh yes." "The laptop's on my desk, I'll get another beer and come back out here, you can look at what they left me. All the pictures were taken by them. I had nothing to do with any of them, other then being there. Look in My pictures, there's two folders, Kate and The Girls. I'll warn you, they are graphic." "I think I HAVE to see them now." She said, she finished her beer, and we went inside. She asked for another beer, as she turned on the computer. I lay back on the lounge, reflecting that it had done me good to tell the story to a complete stranger. I heard an "Oh, my!" Later followed by an "Oh! God!" After that there was silence for some time. I heard the laptop's lid close, with a tiny "click." She didn't come out for a while, when she did she brought another round of beer with her. She didn't look at me, and lay back in the lounge. The moon was going down behind the mountains, and it was getting dark out. I waited for her to speak, if she would. I was lightly dozing when she asked. "How... Why do you keep pictures of Kate? After all she did to you?" "I didn't know they were there for a while, on the computer. Olive probably had them in her data files she got from Kate. I know they weren't there after Kate left. I didn't have this computer then. They were pictures of the old Kate. The one I had fallen in love with. Now they are just old memories, and don't really have a hold on me. I am glad that Olive transferred them." I got up to use the bathroom, she was still on the porch and drained her can as I came back by the window. I restocked the 'frig and asked. "Do you want another?" Before I went back out. "Just one more, then I'd better stop." I lay back down, it was just starlight out now, and very quiet. Bonnie said just above a whisper. "I love it here, there's just a faint noise from the wind in the screen. The city is never quiet, there is always a low rumble at least. The first two nights I couldn't sleep because it was so quiet. Now I dread going back." I asked quietly. "What are you running from Bonnie?" At first, I didn't think she would answer. From out of the dark she said, "An affair, with a man I didn't know was married." I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. Several minutes later. "Kyle, I'm getting cold and sleepy." "Of course, I'm sorry. I'll get you some blankets for the couch, it's really quite comfortable." We went in side, she was having problems standing straight. I made up the couch, it wasn't a fold out, just a couch, she lay down still dressed and seemed comfortable. I asked. "Do you want the night lights left on?" "Maybe you'd better, g'nite" "Good night Bonnie." I lay down and thought the situation over, but didn't really know enough to do more then speculate. I heard her stirring out front and then there was silence. A long while later I was just starting to doze when I heard her come down the hall to the bathroom. The toilet flushed and she came out. I knew she was standing in my doorway. She quietly came to the bed and sat on it. The hall night lights had showed she had taken her jeans, blouse and bra off. She lay down on top of the sheet that was covering me. I pulled a blanket up for her and she clung to me with the sheet for protection, crying silently. Kyle's Porch Ch. 07 These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. Part seven of eight: Is this, the one? This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. * The sun had been up for sometime when I woke up. I had to work at getting out from under the covers. I finally did, without waking her. I made coffee and gathered the makings for breakfast, then put away the blankets on the couch. I took her jeans, bra and blouse in and set them on the chair by the bed. I took my coffee on the porch and lay back. A kiss on my forehead woke me up. She had filled my cup from the pot and brought it back. Then she relaxed on the lounge next to mine. We lay there for at least a half-hour, Silent. The phone rang I answered the one on the porch. "Hello?... Yes I know, the owner said it would be removed this morning... Quite alright, thanks for calling. Bye." Bonnie said. "I guess I should get moving on that now." She sat up swinging her feet to the floor. "I know a guy, he's reasonable." "Okay." I called a friend and arraigned for him to come out. I said. "We have enough time for breakfast and then we should wait out there." "I am hungry." Her smile lit up my world. We only sat there with the gate open for a few minutes for my friend to show. It took him only a few seconds to open the trunk, her keys were laying right there on the trunk floor. He only charged her $20, because she was a friend of mine. She had that in her purse. He took off, another call on down the road. I had brought a socket set and in just a few minutes I had her spare on and everything put away. I made up a list of things she should do today, her tire fixed, a cross bar for the lug nuts, two magnetic key holders, and duplicate keys made. At the bottom I wrote my phone number. She took off for town to get everything done. I closed the gate and went back, to sleep on the porch. I was just thinking about lunch when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi, Kyle?" "Hi Bonnie. Good to hear your voice." "Could I come over and use your shower?" "Sure, come on over." "What about the gate?" "I left it unlocked." "You knew I'd call didn't you?" "I had hoped you'd call, or check the gate. Just close it when you come in, don't lock it unless you are staying past dark." "Is that a specific invitation?" "That's up to you, I won't pressure you." "I'll be over. Bye." "Bye." I started lunch, just simple heat up stuff. She came in as I set two places and the food. She ate like she was hungry. I cleaned up while she took a shower. Then I took a shower. It was quite warm on the porch I wore shorts and a t-shirt, She had on slacks and a blouse. We lay there silent for a long time, then the phone rang. "Hello?... Hi mom... Oh sure, I'll be over. Hang on a sec mom." "Would you like to visit with my parents tomorrow for lunch Bonnie?" "Well... Ok." "Hey mom can I bring a friend?... No mom, just a friend... Ok I'll see you." She laughed. "Moms are all the same, aren't they." "If they are truly moms, they have to be." We both were looking out, but stealing glances at one an other. "I'm having second thoughts now though." She said. "About going?" "Yes." "Don't, they're good people, mom is a likable person." After a few moments she said. "Well... Ok. Did you have anything planed for today?" "Not really, I usually have a few beers and nap a little. There's the TV and a few movies on DVD. I have a selection of games in the hall. Then there's food." "Sounds like a full day. Do you drink a lot?" "No not usually, it comes and goes. I do have a tendency to drink more when its cooler." She sighed. "I'd like to get drunk, really drunk, some place where it's safe." She was rubbing her hands palm to palm. "Go home then." I said. "No I'd like to get drunk here. I know you enough it won't matter. My 'sisters' have recommended you. May I please?" "Ok. No promises though." She brought out two beers, I figured I could at least start with her. We drank several cans without saying much. "What do you do for work Bonnie?" I really did want to know more about her. The outside was nice, really nice. But it's the inner person, the personality that's really important. "I'm a substitute teacher, math, English and Phys Ed. I took the semester off." "I thought you were in pretty good shape." "Do you want to see?" Again that look of challenge. "Maybe later, it's still cool out here." I deflected the challenge. "Did you really sit out here with two naked females lying in front of you?" She was smiling, again a challenge, she had seen the pictures. "Yes, this is where they were working, collecting data. It gets to 110F/43C out here early in the morning. Being naked is a requirement." "It must have been quite a game for you." She half turned to me on her lounge. "Bonnie, these girls were serious about their work, that came first. I felt honored when one of them would make time for me, and we were just as serious about sex as work." "I didn't mean to imply anything, I'm a little jealous I guess." "No need for that, they're history, you are here now. Ready for a refill?" "I will be real soon." I filled an ice chest with ice and beer, no real need to make a lot of trips. She didn't seem to need many bathroom trips. "Oh, thanks. What do you do Kyle?" She was setting up again. "I'm a machinist in Willcox." I moved my lounge upright too. "Oh yeah. You make little parts so somebody can put them together to make bigger parts." "Normally that's true, but I machine parts as big as this porch." "Wow, are you talking solid parts?" "No. These are just big and hollow." "That's still a lot of metal, they are metal aren't they?" "Cast steel about 50-grand raw, 135-grand out the door." "Your talking money not pounds right?" She was on another can now. "Yes, weight-wise they come in at around thirty tons, and leave at about twenty-five." "So you remove 10,000 pounds of cast steel on each?" "About that." "Wow, m' dad's a machinist. He has a few 'chines at home, I used to help him out once 'nd a while." "Then you know more about it then most people." "I s'pose." ... "Do you drink a lot, Bonnie?" "No, My ex-friend liked ta though. He thought I had ta be 'alf drunk before he stuck it in me. Maybe he was right." ... "So you felt used even before you knew he was married?" "Yea, I think I knew from ta start, he was married. I just ing... inig... icknord it until he tol me. I gota pee." I helped her up and watched her navigate into the house. She sat on the couch inside. So I went into see why. She was trying to take her shoes off. "Why are you trying to take your shoes off just to pee?" I asked. "Ahh... Oh, so I can git my pantsoff, you'd better do it." She lay back on the couch, a happy buzz going inside. I took her shoes and socks off and then unbutton her slacks and slid them off. "You gonna stick it in me now?" She said. Looking at me, a little cross eyed. "Maybe in a bit, you need to pee don't you?" I said, trying to get her to stand. "Better wait 'till I shit... sit on the can." She had no balance of her own, fell against me. "Ok I'll help you in there." I held her one hand around her belly. "You're a good guy to have 'round. Kina cute too." I half carried her in, and pulled down her panties for her. "You gona poke me now?" she asked. "Not yet, you should pee first." I set her on the seat. "Ok, take top off then." She said, it was becoming difficult to understand her. I removed her blouse for her. "Dis too." I unhooked her bra and set it with her blouse. Then I got a t-shirt from my drawer. "Here put this on. It's still a little cool outside." I really didn't need to be watching her boobs bounce. "'k, where we goin'?" "Out to the porch, did you pee?" "Yea, where's m' panties?" "Around your knees, stand up I'll slide them up for you." "Aren't you gona poke me?" She asked as I worked the pad and panties up. "You wanted another beer first, didn't you?" "That's good idea. Hey, your kina cute." "That's nice, just lean on me now." She seemed a little more sober after laying down. I opened a can and handed it to her. "Thanks Kyle. What were we talking about?" "You were telling me about your dad's machine shop." "Oh yeah. I useta make bolts there. I learned to pingl sort... simple poat... pimple speck." She looked at me helplessly. "Single point?" I offered. "Yeah! That, I learned to do ona machine. Hey you're kina cute, wana poke me?" "Sure, in a moment. Here's an other can." "Oh good, this one's fedective... detective... empty." "Why didn't you stay with machining as a career?" "I don' know, dad was pisadointed when I tol hin I wanted t' pech tids." She scrunched her face up trying to figure out what was wrong with what she had said. Shrugged her shoulders and said. "Hey! Yer coot. Poke me?" She tried to take her panties down. "Its ok Bonnie, I can work around them." "'k. don' feel good." I was prepared for that, I held her head over the bucket and kept her hair out of the way. She brought up a lot. When the dry heaves stopped I made her rinse her mouth out and spit it all out. Then I gave her a cold beer and made her drink it. "Thanks... What's your name? Hey. Your cute, did you poke me?" "Yes you were very good." She felt her panties. "You better poke me again, I'm not usually this dry." Then she pulled the front of her panties down and fished out the pad, it only had a few dry brown spots on it. She tossed it in with the cans. It ended up on the floor. "That's why I was so dry. You'd better poke me again, I like to be wet. It makes me feel good in the morning." "Okay, I just need to rest up, you wore me out." "Oh good, my ex all ways said I was dead in bed. It worried me." "He was wrong, you're spectacular." She was going to say something more, but her eyes glazed over and she went limp. I was surprised because her speech was almost sober. I patted the side of her face but she was truly out. I rearranged her limbs and pulled down the shirt. It was plenty warm enough for her out here now. I rinsed the bucket out and disposed of the pad. Then I washed her face off. I took a nap, glad I wouldn't have her hangover. When it got dark I moved her in on the couch. The movement caused her to heave again. I had the bucket ready. There wasn't much this time. She wasn't conscious at all during that episode. So I only washed her face, and rinsed the bucket. Around 9 pm she started thrashing. I took the wash cloth, put her head in my lap and washed it again. She stopped thrashing then. She grabbed my hand and crushed it to her breast. Her eyes opened and she groaned. "Git your hand off me." She said. "Let go of my hand and I will." I said quietly. "Oh." She said, but didn't let go. She looked at my face for a while then asked. "Kyle?" "Yes Bonnie?" "Yer kina cute." "And you are beautiful, Bonnie." Then she was gone again. When I couldn't see the computer any more for all the Yawning. I took Bonnie to bed with me. I wasn't about to leave her alone in case she heaved again. First I pulled her panties down and sat her on the can and rubbed her lower stomach, it took a little while but she peed without waking up. I had the bucket there by the bed, in case, and I put her on the outside. I lay on top of the sheet that covered her and wrapped my arms around her. It was still dark when she started fighting the sheet and me. "Steady girl. Its Kyle. I've got you." She stopped fighting. "Kyle?" "Yes you're ok." But she was sleeping. The next time I woke, she was turned to me, watching, she had my free hand between her breasts, my fingers around one of them. Her legs were intertwined with mine and my erection was pushing hard against her pubic bone. "Morning Kyle." She said softly. "Morning Bonnie." "You're beautiful while you sleep." She whispered. "You kept saying I was cute yesterday, usually just before you asked, if I was going to poke you." "Oh God. Did I?" She blushed and hid her head on me. "I didn't, in case you were wondering." "I - I checked I was pretty dry. I was wearing a pad, what happened?" She had pulled back to see me. "On the porch you pulled it out and threw it." "Oh God." She hid again. "Hey, stop it. Only I was there to watch you, you were funny, not pitiful." "My head really hurts and I need to pee and poop. But I really don't want to move either." "If I don't move soon. You will be very wet." "Ok I'll stay here a while." She let go my hand to feel what was pushing against her. She said. "Are you sure you aren't going to poke me?" "Yeah, you have a headache remember? Ask me again later." "I might." I got moving, glad she wasn't upset at letting loose with me. Some girls ran after doing that and I never heard from them again, except, for me to open the gate to let them out. I had breakfast ready when she came out, I heard her take a shower. She had a clean t-shirt on, mine. "How could you stand me the way I stank?" "Your are my friend." "I looked for clean panties, I read the note." "Oh... I forgot they were there. I'm sorry, I should put them away somewhere." "NO! I mean it's a part of you, your history. It didn't offend me. I just hated the thought of putting on my dirty ones." "You could go without, or there's mine." "Your's wouldn't stay on me. I wasn't sure about going without, but I did." "I'll serve breakfast on the porch, it stayed warm last night... Relax, only I will be there to look." We sat out there for several hours. Just talking, getting to know each other. She had relaxed, I couldn't really see her crotch from where I was. "Kyle?" "Yes?" "I need to go home and get some clothes to wear to your parents. What would you suggest?" "They're just home people, don't try to be something you're not. Mom's good at spotting a phony. Thirty seconds after meeting her you'll feel you've known her a long time. Other than that it should be pleasantly warm today." "Ok I know just what I'll wear. Will you let me out?" Kyle's Porch Ch. 08 These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. Part eight of eight: A family is born This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. * "Bonnie? Seriously now. Are you going to be around a while?" She thought a moment and deliberately turned toward me spreading her legs a little and letting the shirt up. I could easily see the curly blond patch of hair. "Kyle, look at me. No not my eyes. Do you like what you see?" "Yes, I've liked looking at you, even from the first. I have liked every thing I've seen so far." "Do you want to keep seeing me, although I'm really not ready for sex with you unless I'm drinking?" "Sure. Here's proof of sorts." I handed her a small key ring with two keys. "Gate and house, come and go as you need. Even if I'm gone." She lay down in my arms then. "Kyle, I need to heal, this is a good place to do that, can you be patient with me?" "I've waited many years for you. I can wait more, as long as I know you are still interested." "I am. And I will be. I just need to get that creep out of my mind first." "My work schedule is on the calendar inside the door. I leave before dawn and am back in early afternoon. Set here and heal. You don't have to stay or leave for when I come home. If you really need time alone here, I can stay home, at my parents. Let me know, and let me know you are still interested." "And then will you poke me?" She said with a wicked smile. "I might just do that. It's your call." She said we could go in her car, it would use less gas then my truck. She put her slacks on and went home. I took a shower and dressed. When she came back she had a summer short top and shorts on with a bra. "You look good to me, let's go." As predicted thirty seconds after mom and her met they were friends, I went to find dad, he was in his den. He didn't look as good as I had hoped. "Dad is there something you haven't told me?" "Well... Yes son, my heart isn't good. I've been having some problems, the Doctor, mother and I have been working on it. It's one of the reasons we took the long trip when we did. I wanted to see and be remembered as a well person. I will not be able to keep it from you though." "Ok dad, just keep me informed." "Mother will be ok if I go, financially at least. You will have to take over the long view for her. She can't see beyond tomorrow. Now, tell me about the lovely creature you brought with you. Is she the one?" "I can't tell yet dad, I only found her Friday in front of my place with a flat and a bad lug wrench. I have hopes, I'm tired of looking." "So you brought her for mother to pry open?" "She's good at that." "We didn't do so good on Kate. What does she do?" "She says she's a substitute teacher. I'm going to try to talk her into moving her work down this way. She was in TUSD." "She is a pretty thing. Time will tell and mother won't be so blind to this one." Dinner was about two hours late, so mom really had taken the time to talk to Bonnie. They were working together in the kitchen, a good sign. Mother caught me as we were getting ready to leave. "Kyle I like this one. I really like this one. Don't let her get away from you." The sun was really low on the horizon when she got us back to the house. We left the gate closed but not locked. She would get that when she left tonight. We settled on the porch with just tea. I offered her a beer and she shuddered "No, Kyle I don't like beer all that much right now. I think you burned me out on that." She did take my hand to hold. "Good. Did you and mom come to terms then?" "Oh God!, I blabbed my whole life's story to her. Even the things I never told my parents or friends. She just kept saying 'Oh yes dear, go on' and I did. When I was done she told me about you, all the things that you probably didn't want me to know. She came right out and said. 'Kyle will want to marry you sometime soon I think. Be sure it's what you want too.' Kyle, is that how you feel after knowing me just two days?" "Mom is usually right about these things, and yes it is the way I feel. I don't want to scare you away though, I'll wait for you to know yourself. One way or the other." "Thank you Kyle. I know how I want to feel, but it's got to come around so I'm in complete agreement with myself. If that makes sense." "Oh yes. It makes good sense." "What time are you going to bed?" "I'll have to boot your pretty little curly blond bottom out of her by 9, maybe 9:30. Certainly by midnight or so." She laughed. "I'll leave at 10 then. No later. Your mother said I should move my RV here at the end of the month." "Was that a question? Keep in mind I never argue with my mother." "I'll ask you again at the end of the month. It was the way she said it though that got my attention. She said 'You might as well move it there, you won't be staying in it anyway.'" "I'd say she has accepted you in to the family, if that doesn't scare you." "No. That's the funny thing, I'm not scared at all. I keep thinking I should be. Kyle I'm going to be here everyday this week, but I'm going to go home before you come home. I'll leave you a note every day to tell you I care. Your mother told me how dangerous your work is. You need to keep focused for that. Friday I'll be here waiting for you. Your mother said she'd call me here during the week to talk. She gave me her number too... Kyle what's wrong with your dad?" "He wasn't too specific, but he went over the long range plans for mother if he suddenly isn't here any more." She looked at her watch, and jumped up. "It's after 10 I'd better go. Will you walk me to my car?" "I'll walk you to the screen door, I don't have on my shoes." "Oh, ok." We kissed for a while, actually, it was our first real kiss. She broke away and ran to her car, but waved before she got in. Her notes that week were short and to the point. "I miss you.", "I wish you were here.", "Why did I promise to stay away?" That type of thing. Wednesday I there was a letter from Olive and Candy in the mail. It was a carefully neutral letter. Saying they had joined an expedition to the southern tip of South America with a French team. Writing might be a problem because everything went first to Europe, and only every other month. That's why I hadn't heard from them as much. So, it was ending. I left the letter out for Bonnie, I pulled all of their letters to me out of the closet also. I left her a note saying. "Read these if you want to, I don't want secrets to become an issue. My letters to them are on the laptop." Her note to me was; Kyle, I read them all in chronological order, it took some doing. The end result, was to make me miss you so much I lay in your bed and cried. I do agree that you won't be seeing them in the near future. And that's not a green biased feeling. One more day to go. Bonnie. I went into my bed and I could still smell her fragrance on the sheets. One more day. ... My hands were sweating and my mouth was dry as I pulled in next to the garage. Her car was parked inside it. I tried to calm myself as I walked to the porch. A cold front had moved in over night and it was too chilled to be on the porch. I opened the door to the house and she was standing there, one of my t-shirts on, only. She held one hand to her throat, the other over her mouth. I closed the door softly behind me. Then she practically leaped into my arms, in fact she wrapped her legs around me, I had one arm behind her back, hand on her head as we kissed. The other hand was supporting her butt. When we came up for air I asked. "Did you forget something?" I was lightly playing with one bare cheek. She shuddered and said. "Oh. God... No, you need a shower. I'm going to help." I called mom Saturday. "Hi mom, how's dad?" "He's fine Kyle, you're calling to say you won't be over tomorrow. I suspect Bonnie doesn't feel comfortable enough to see us just now." "Right as always mom." "When are you going to ask her to marry you?" I think she thought she was kidding me. "Gotcha mom, already did. Two Sundays from tomorrow. I invited her parents to stay in my room. They will be down the Friday before from Flagstaff." "Mom, you there?" She was crying! "Kyle, I'm so happy. I don't care how she feels, you both be here tomorrow. No excuses. Now, I've got to break this to your dad, slowly. Goodbye my son and my daughter." Bonnie said. "She knew I was listening in?" "I'm sure, and we have to go tomorrow." "I know, and it doesn't bother me now, Hey, you're kind of cute, want to poke me?" I found that her previous sexual education had missed several key points. Female orgasm was one. Dad not only survived the announcement, he looked better then he had in weeks. He stole Bonnie from mom and I and they were seen walking around the farm, arm in arm. The Friday before our wedding I met her parents for the first time. I was put at ease immediately, her mother was crying and hugged me hard, her dad shook my hand and slapped my back. Bonnie had told them all about her fall and my rescuing her. By Saturday night my parents and her's were as thick as thieves. Mom kept Bonnie over night and kicked me out quite early. I had my orders not to reappear until the wedding time. Dad wasn't supposed to drive so her father and dad came over to see my place in the morning and to keep me from running. We spent some time setting on the porch of course. Talking about little. I was having trouble keeping my mind on the conversation, causing grins from both my dads. Her parents were going to stay at my place, Bonnie and I were going to her parents for our honeymoon. We would be back the next Saturday. As we got in her car after the wedding, she said. "There, that wasn't too bad was it?" "As long as I only have to do it once in my life, it will be fine." "Once is usually enough." "How far is it to your parents?" "Seven hours or so." She sighed. "I can't wait that long. This car's a bit small." "There are bound to be motels along the way, silly." *** It's been four months now. From the first, I told her to toss the BC pills, and we would take our chances, no counting days either. She had no problem with that. She transferred to the local school system and started working, usually a few days every week. I haven't caught her just yet, but we both enjoy the practice. Bonnie handed me a letter from the South American French team when I got home. I opened it and she sat on my lap to help me read it. Much of it was in French. Bonnie remembered enough of it to translate. Dear Kyle Brown, It is with a deep hurting heart that I must write to you. I have to tell you of the disappearance of the supply plane that Olive and Candy were passengers on. We have had no sign of the plane since it became overdue. The earth at this location is much broken land and sea. If they managed to land, the supplies on board will keep them alive for many months. My government along with the local authorities are supporting an extensive search for them. I will not give up hope. I write you because of the stories they have always been free with, involving you, and their stay with you near their blind where they studied the birds of your land. The standards they set as an example of your friendship causes despair for the males in our camp. I have only dared to operate Olive's computer to obtain your address and that of their parents. I know you will join in our wishes to find them before the snow storms set in. With prayers, Jon Paul. As we were translating our way through the letter I had time to get used to what it said, without really having it slapped in my face all at once. Dear Bonnie wrapped her self around me, and let me cry it all out, not trying to soothe me. But being there for me. At my request, by boss allowed me to go back on hardware until I could think clearly again. Bonnie and I talked it over that weekend. She had been confused about Jon's reference to the snow storms, but figured it out on her own. Jon's reference to the "near by blind they had studied from" showed the respect they had for me. Bonnie said there must have been no sexual references made by them in their stories. We crafted a letter to Jon in both English and "sort of", French, thanking him and pleading for any further information. We signed it Kyle and Bonnie Brown. The end of April Bonnie missed the start of her menses, the next week the Doctor confirmed, and set the target date as January 18. She called her mother, and I called mine. In May we got another letter from Jon. Candy was alive, though in bad shape. The pilot and Olive had been killed on impact. Candy would be back in the states in late June to her parents in Phoenix. Bonnie spent several nights hand writing a letter. She said I could see a copy, after she had sent it. She scanned it in to the computer and took me to bed. As soon as I got home the next day she let me read the scanned letter. It was a very long letter, explaining our meeting at my gate, and many private details. She told of reading the framed "Dear John" letter and how she felt after reading it. There was much more. Then she pleaded for Candy to come here to heal, to be with friends. There were several more letters that Bonnie sent, I wrote several also. Candy finally agreed in part because her parents wanted to hide her from life. Candy was going through reconstructive surgery for her face. They had to reset her arm. A misleading term for rebreaking her arm, then traction and braces. She came in on an Amtrak train. We were there to pick her up. "I'm not very pretty now Kyle." She said, her jaw still stiff. "Where can Bonnie and I kiss you Candy? It's you that we love, not just your roughed up face." It must have hit home that we weren't kidding. She broke down and cried. Still it wasn't easy for her, it was hot. The cast on her arm itched terribly. The couch although comfortable, wasn't private. Bonnie took care of that one night by literally dragging Candy to our bed and striping the clothes off her. I offered to help, but Bonnie said calmly. "No Kyle, she needs to know I want her here too. We already can see you want her here with us." As the time went by Candy became a part of our family. None of us looked back, other than to remember Olive. Mom. How could I ever explain? Bonnie said. "Leave that to me." We had taken Candy with us to visit mom and dad the first weekend. We didn't explain anything then, we just introduced Candy as an old friend of ours, one that needed time to heal. Mom and dad took to her and more significantly, never asked any questions. Bonnie went over on a Saturday and told mom the whole story. While Bonnie was coming home mom called me and said. "Kyle I'm okay with your arrangement. And I'm proud of you. Now let me talk to my new daughter." Candy's face no longer scared people, in fact I thought she looked fine. She was a great help for as Bonnie got heavier. She wasn't as heavy as she should be. The doctor, mom, Candy and I all tried to keep her on track. Candy appeared in a school "Futures" presentation to talk to the kids about all the opportunities available for both boys and girls. Bonnie and I were her loudest applause. Candy switched to teaching at the local high-school, in the fall semester Bonnie would start as a full time teacher there too. The girls sat me down one night and announced that we had another baby on the way. Due in June. I broke down and cried with joy. The next weekend I started the five room expansion to the house on the garage side. "Why five rooms?" The girls wanted to know. "Because that's all that will fit on that side, the rest will have to go on the other side." I said. Dad lived long enough to change the diapers on his grandson a few times. We named him Jason, my dad's name. One morning getting out of bed he said. "Honey, I'm sorry." He lay down, gone. The girls, my son Jason, and I moved in with mom for a while, I know it helped her. Finally after almost a month she told us. "I love all of you. Thank you. Now go home... Stay in touch." Candy delivered my daughter Alicia, my mother's name, in June. The following year in May, Bonnie delivered Olive. Both girls and mom were ecstatic every time a missed period was discovered. Mom loved all the grand kids. I moved her in to the far wing of our house. A room of her own. The farm house was just too much for her to keep up. We sold it soon after mom passed away quietly one morning, surrounded by the babies on the porch. There have been rough nights for each of us throughout the years, periods of self doubt, and such, but each time, the other two, and the older kids, would surround the person and vanquish all silly such feelings away.