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 Saving the family business

   A fictional tale of fun and frolics

   By Krisnjamie

   Kris loves to hear from friends old and new and readily takes comments
about the tales so spun.

   Email - knjfriend(at)yahoo.co.uk - you know how to edit that!

   Saving the family business - part 1.

   Mikes grandparents had a farm.  Throughout his young life he would
relish visits and stays on the farm.  He loved helping out like only a kid
can and often dreamed of his own farm one day.

   But then Mike was barely 12 and knew nothing of the plight of small
farmers in the English countryside.  When his parents sat him down to
explain a few facts of life one day he thought that all his dreams had come
true.

   It seemed that, in order to save the farm, diversification was needed.
Diversification was a word that had not yet troubled Mike and he made a
mental note to go look it up in the dictionary as soon as this "chat" was
over.

   The basics were that his parents were selling up and moving to the farm
to help out.  His father ran a small design business that he could simply
relocate and mum was going to start up a riding stable in some of the
outbuildings.  The final piece of news was that Aunt Helen and Uncle Tom
were also moving on to the farm so his cousins Alison and Carl would also
be there.

   Mike hadn't seen too much of his cousins in recent years.  His aunt and
uncle had been working on contract and flitting between Australia and the
USA and so the children had been entered into boarding school.  Their
holidays had usually been spent with their own parents and so it had only
been the occasional fleeting visit at Christmas that had kept the families
in touch.

   Wandering off to look up "diversification" Mike was aware that this was
actually a problem time for his family and his grandparents in particular
but equally aware of how excited he felt at this sudden change in
direction.

   And so, in the first week of February with rain pouring down and the
wind howling, Mike found himself helping to empty the removal truck.  He
had played in the old barn when he was smaller.  Now it had been patched
up, decorated and made a half decent home for him and his parents.  There
was still a lot that needed doing as far as his mum was concerned, but "a
bit of hard work never killed anybody" was fast becoming her favourite
saying.

   In fact, the old barn had only been partly converted.  Mike found
himself being moved from room to room over the coming weeks as builders and
tradesmen continued to finish the job.  His new school was a 4 mile bus
trip away and the pick up point was on a nearby crossroads wit no
protection from wind or rain.  Generally then, as the wet and windy weather
continued Mike would get to school wet and bedraggled, dry off during the
day and get another soaking on the way home up the muddy lane that served
the farm.

   Mike had made a few loose friends at the new school but they were
running a slightly different syllabus to his old school and he found
himself entered into extra classes during lunch breaks to help him catch
up. He hardly saw his parents in the evenings and it was generally too wet
to get out much during the weekends.  All in all, Mike was quickly starting
to view the farm as a chore rather than an opportunity.

   In fact, it was several weeks before life started to improve.  Just as
the Easter holidays started the weather finally broke.  The builders
finished their work on the barn and the old stable block opposite and Mike
was finally able to start enjoying the farm again.

   A couple of days into the break and his cousins finally turned up. 
Their family moved into the newly converted stable block and Mike readily
helped out with the unpacking of the vans.  It was late in the afternoon
when he found the time to say more than a quick hello to his cousins.

   Alison, or Ali as she now liked to be called, was pretty much his age
with a pretty smile and dark brown eyes and long, very long dark hair. 
Carl was 18 months older and had no difficulty in telling the "younger
ones" that he would be 14 soon.  Despite the age difference he was close to
Mikes height and weight and the two had plenty in common.  A day or two
later and all pretence at Carl being older, wiser and more grown up
disappeared as the three had a hay fight in one of the outbuildings.

   When school started again Mike introduced his cousins to his friends,
helped them catch up with work and finally had permanent company on the
trips to and from school.  He hadn't noticed Ali giving him long admiring
looks and didn't believe Carl when his cousin told him that she had the
hots for him.  Still, it did make him take a longer look at his cousin
whenever he was certain nobody was watching him.

   Time went on and the new riding school was finally opened in mid May.  A
purpose built stable block had been erected near to the farm entrance. 
There was a covered sand school, an office/sitting area and a central
concrete yard.  Attached to the stables were store rooms and tack rooms.  A
handful of horses and ponies had been brought in and advertisements in the
local paper had generated a handful of enquiries for the opening week.

   For some reason Mike wasn't comfortable around horses.  No amount of
cajoling would persuade him to try to ride and, whilst he happily assisted
with mucking out and the like, he really didn't enjoy being close to the
beasts.  Ali, on the other hand, had ridden before and was quickly involved
with the treks around the local area, grooming etc.

   One attraction that Mike hadn't considered was jodhpurs.  When Carl
first pointed out his sister walking across the yard in the skin tight
trousers Mike had found himself staring quite openly.  Ali had noticed,
giggled and waved and Mike had turned bright red.

   Other young things, many similarly attired, attracted the attention of
the two boys.  Ali noticed that too and would scowl at Mike when she caught
him staring at a pert young backside.

   By mid summer the kids had all acquired set jobs.  Mike and Carl had
found a way of including a significant amount of time around the stables as
well as helping out elsewhere on the farm.

   Aunt Helen and Uncle Tom were busily preparing to market the farms own
cheese, the riding school was making money and the farm looked financially
stable for the first time in years.

   The whole atmosphere relaxed.

   It was quite a shock to Mike when he caught Carl and one of the riders
in a stable.

   Mike wandered in shovel and brush in hand to muck out and there was
Carl, pinning this blonde girl up against the wall.  Her shirt was
un-tucked and he had a hand under it.  Her eyes were closed and she was
making little noises as he kissed her.

   Mike made to leave but turned too quickly and slammed his shovel against
the door frame.  The magic dissipated and the girl pushed his cousin away
and dashed from the stable tucking her shirt in as she went.

   "Sorry" said Mike quietly as Carl moved to stand next to him.

   "Yeah well......  she'll be back" his cousin replied.

   When Mike looked at him in a slightly confused fashion Carl decided that
the time was right for a little of the "Gospel according to older cousin".

   "It's the riding" he tried to explain "makes them kinda hot and
bothered" and seeing the lack of sense on Mike's face Carl put an arm
around his shoulder and the two walked off to find somewhere quiet to chat.

   By the end of the in depth 5 minute conversation Mike was certain that
every girl who rode a horse did it to "get off" and that most would be very
grateful for a good looking boy to help out.  Well certain might not have
been the right word.  Every girl might not feel quite like that.  But, and
it was a big but, Ali probably would - or so Carl believed.

   It took a few days for Mike to pluck up the courage to put his new
knowledge to the test.  Eve then it took a lot more courage than he had
originally planned as he could think of no way of getting into a stable
with Ali without a damned horse present.

   He made sure that he knew which horse she was riding that day and a few
moments before the ride was due back he made his way to the stable to start
mucking it out.

   He flicked around, his mind concentrating more on the sound of hooves in
the yard and, after a short while was rewarded with the combined noise of
excited female voices and steady hooves.

   A further wait and Ali and horse finally entered the stable.

   "Hey Mike" she said "I didn't realise you were in here.  Should I take
him out again?" she waved a hand at her mount.  Mike shook his head.

   "You sure?" she went on "I know you're not keen on horses."

   Mike dithered for a bit "I kinder wanted to see you" he finally blurted
out.

   Briefly Ali considered pointing out that he saw her everyday and then a
light went on inside her head.

   "Has Carl been talking to you?" she asked instead.

   When Mike didn't respond she went on

   "Has Carl been telling you how desperate girls get after they ride
horses?  I don't suppose he realises that we all talk whilst we are out
riding."

   Mike blushed a deep crimson.

   "Well" she continued "Not every girl gets ......excited riding
horses......but I kinda like it that you waited for me." And with that she
stepped up and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

   Mike looked at her, realised that that was it and left, skirting as far
away as possible from the four legged monster breathing heavily in the
corner.

   As he left the stable block he saw Carl slip around the side of a
building with that same blonde on his arm, groaned inwardly at his
stupidity and, making an excuse about not feeling well, took the rest of
the afternoon off.

   An hour or so later Mike was lying flat on his back staring at the
ceiling in his bedroom.  He heard the front door open but ignored it,
assuming that one or other parent had popped in for something.  The gentle
knocking on his door a few moments later made him jump.

   Ali stuck her head around the door.

   "hi Mikey" she said quietly "your mum said you weren't feeling well so I
thought that I'd check up on you."

   "Oh" he whispered "I'm ok really, a bit of a headache or something." He
swung his legs around and sat up.

   "Really" she said slipping in and shutting the door behind her.  "Should
I go and leave you in peace then?"

   "Naw, you're ok." He blushed.

   "I like it when you do that" she said

   "What?" he asked

   "Go all red and shy" she answered

   If it was at all possible Mike went even redder.

   "You know" said Ali as she sat on the edge of his bed alongside him, "It
was really brave of you to wait in the stable for me.  I know how much you
don't like horses."

   He gave her a brave smile.

   "If I had done as Carl told you he would have known wouldn't he?"

   "Well, he knew I was planning to wait for you" admitted Mike.

   "Well" said the girl "I hate letting my bro think he is always right"

   Mike said nothing and forced himself to relax as she leaned in and
kissed his cheek again.

   As she slipped around and her lips found his she took his hand and
guided it to her chest.

   Mike pressed his lips against hers as his terrified fingers explored the
slight bulge of her breast through her shirt.  He allowed his other hand to
be guided around her waist and soon found himself caressing her buttocks
through those delightfully tight jodhpurs.

   Suddenly it was over.  Ali stood up, announced that she didn't want
anybody getting carried away, didn't want Carl being told every detail and
left the room as quickly as she had arrived.

   Mike watched her go, unzipped his jeans and released his erection from
his underwear.  Slipping out of the door and down the hall to the bathroom
he released his frustration as only a 12 year old boy can.  Then he did it
again.  Over the coming weeks Mike found himself alone with Ali on many
occasions.  He was allowed to fondle her breasts through her shirt and
training bra, or caress her buttocks through her trousers whilst they
kissed.  There was no other skin to skin contact allowed.  She taught him
to kiss her more gently, tenderly and then she taught him to open his mouth
let his tongue duel with hers and she taught him patient obedience.

   Mike would find a reason to visit the bathroom very shortly after each
of his sessions with Ali.

   "So" said Carl loudly one day just before Christmas "how far have you
got with my sis?"

   Mike looked around nervously but nobody was around.  The short winter
days and the foul weather meant that takings were down at the stables and
even confirmed horse fanatics did their riding less often.  The boys were
sorting tack in an otherwise deserted riding school.

   "Can't say" said Mike

   Carl laughed

   "You mean you're not allowed to say don't ya?"

   Mike glared at him.

   "Well Mikey, if you're not allowed to say you either got nowhere or
everywhere.  Have you shagged my lil sister?"

   "No" Mike exploded

   Carl chuckled "So she won't let you have any huh - poor Mikey."

   Mike scowled back at his cousin.

   "How about" said Carl "That I lend you Bryony to practise on.  She kinda
likes you anyways."

   "CARL" Mike squealed.

   "Nobody need know, you just take my place on Saturday and she'll let you
feel her tits and maybe a bit more too."

   "I dunno" said Mike "What if Ali finds out?"

   "Well she won't.  And besides, if she does find out she might decide to
try a bit harder huh"

   The fateful Saturday came and, against all his better judgement, Mike
was in a temporarily empty stable as the riders came back into the yard.

   Bryony, being a paying rider, wasn't expected to groom her own animal if
she didn't want to and today she decided she didn't want to.  Her horse was
tethered with a couple of others for Mikes mum or Ali to deal with.

   Ali knew exactly why she didn't want to groom Archie.  Bryony hadn't
kept quiet about her plans to meet Carl after the ride but Ali swallowed
her anger at the rich blonde bitch and carried on working on Thunder who
shivered and her well rehearsed touch.

   Ali was more than a little surprised when, shortly after she witnessed
Bryony slip into an empty stable, Carl came around another corner and
walked the other way.

   In the meantime Bryony had quickly found her substitute and, with little
encouragement had allowed her shirt to be removed.  In fact, she had given
up waiting for Mike to make a move and had undone the buttons herself.

   After Mike had gotten past the shock of naked breasts and huge erect
nipples he had fondled them for a few moments before the girl had taken one
of his hands and promptly shoved it down the front of her jodhpurs.  His
shock was complete when instead of underwear his fingers came into direct
contact with a downy fur.  He obviously wasn't fast enough for Bryony as
she quickly decided to help further by shoving the tight pants down to her
knees and giving the pre teen boy his first glimpse at a girls naked
secret.

   Mike was shaking as one hand moulded a breast and the other gingerly
cupped her mound.

   It was at this point that the stable door opened and Ali stormed in.

   Mike was awestruck at the speed with which Bryony covered herself and
left.  He was less certain about what was supposed to happen now as he
stood facing a red faced and clearly angry cousin.

   "Well was she angry or jealous?" Carl asked him.

   "dunno" replied Mike "she just kinda growled and left."

   "You'll find out soon enough cus."

   "Thanks" replied Mike sadly.

   In fact he didn't find out for quite a time.

   Ali said almost nothing to him for a couple of weeks and then, when she
did start talking to him, it was a formal, clipped approach with neutral
subject matter.  There was no kissing or cuddling.  As January faded in
February and the days started to get a little longer the riding picked up.
Ali spent more and more time at the stables or out on a horse and Mike was
all but forgotten.  At least by Ali.

   Bryony had been determined to take up where she had left off and for a
few weeks chose to have her "meetings" with Mike rather than Carl.

   The boys would swap notes afterwards, comparing Bryony to the other
girls who Carl "helped out" after rides.

   Bryony, it seemed, was probably the easiest to get out of her clothes
and the boys took to timing it.

   Mike finally scored the ultimate accolade by getting her completely
naked for the first time one Sunday towards the end of February.  For some
time it had been a quest to do so.  Not just slip off her shirt and push
her jodhpurs to her knees, but to actually work her out of her boots and
get her pants clean off.  In fact when it came to it Mike found it very
simple.

   He had taken care to use the tack room on that day, reasoning that it
would be warmer than a stable and that the girl couldn't use the cold as an
excuse.  As on a couple of previous attempts, Carl was hidden nearby to
witness the attempt.

   The shirt was easy.  It was unbuttoned and off before Mike had turned
the key in the lock.

   Bryony turned to face the boy, hands on hips, breasts jutting out. 
"I've been looking forward to this Mikey"

   Why did everybody resort to "Mikey" on these occasions he wondered?

   In the past, the pants would slip to her knees and he would have
fingered her to orgasm whilst she toyed with his erection through the fly
of his jeans.  This time it had to be different and Mike looked around for
inspiration.  When his eyes met those of Carl peering out from the back
room he almost lost it but fought the giggle down in good time.

   "Well" said Bryony impatiently.  She rarely had to wait for the boy to
pleasure her.  Waiting was not what Bryony did.

   "I wanna try something else" said Mike "You have to be naked."

   Bryony looked at him hard.  "Yeah right.  If you think I'm gonna let you
put it in me you got another think coming."

   Mike glanced around, focussed on a riding crop and grabbed it.  Holding
it out towards the girl he said "I'm gonna fuck you with this - now strip."

   He watched as the smile crept across her face and she sat heavily on the
floor to tug at her boots.  Mike bent to help.  After the boots he tugged
off her socks and then her jodhpurs.  Holding them up high for Carl to see
he got a quick "thumbs up" from the gloom of the back room before helping a
now naked Bryony to her feet.  He paraded her around the room a little,
apparently looking for a place to put her, before leaning her back against
a counter, encouraging her legs apart and stuffing her opening with the
riding crop handle.

   In fact it wasn't enough and he finished the little tart with his
fingers as usual, but he had gotten her naked.  A new milestone had been
set and one which the girl would not return from.

   The next meeting between them saw Bryony hesitate for scant seconds
before removing her clothes.  The one after that saw his cock in her hands
and his explosive orgasm all over her breasts.  The next one happened at
the start of the Easter break.  This time it was not at the riding stables.


   Bryony had arrived, as usual, felt unwell and made her way back down the
lane towards her lift home.  As arranged Mike had met her part way down the
lane, they had hidden together as the riding party slipped out of the farm
and then he had led her across the fields to the houses and his bedroom.

   "Get naked Bryony" he smiled

   She smiled back as her scant clothing was shed.  As her jodhpurs landed
on the floor and she stood before him in her naked glory the front door
slammed shut.  The girl quickly bent to collect her clothing but Mike
stopped her.

   "Don't worry.  It's only Carl." He whispered in her ear.

   For the next 40 minutes or so the naked teen had four hands toying with
her body.  She had a cock in each of her own hands for much of that time
and the stickiness of the two boys come was still covering her breasts and
abdomen as she dressed.  Carl guided her back the way she had been brought
and she was bang on time for her usual pick up at the end of the lane.

   Later that week Mike found himself mucking out a stable when Ali came
in. She wasn't dressed for riding but wore a fleece jacket over a plain
white tee shirt, jeans and the obligatory Wellington boots.

   "Hi" said Mike fully expecting the usual cold shoulder.

   "Hi yourself" came the unexpected reply.

   Mike stopped working and leant on his shovel like he had seen builders
do in the past.  He wanted to appear nonchalant but was desperate to find
out what she wanted - after all, she must have come looking for him or else
she would simply have left.

   Ali broke the silence before it became uncomfortable.

   "I hated seeing you with that girl" she said

   Mike didn't reply but simply shrugged his shoulders.  "I thought" she
went on "that if I ignored you for a bit you would come and apologise."

   Mike went to speak but she offered him no time.

   "Anyways.  As you didn't come and apologise I assume that you prefer her
trashy blonde looks."

   Mike recognised an angry defiant tone creeping in and held up his hand
to signal his wish to reply.  Unexpectedly, Ali stopped in mid rant to let
him speak.

   "I've always preferred you Ali, you know that, but you were always so
strict and well....  Well Bryony lets me touch her, lets me do stuff."

   "I know" said Ali with tears in her eyes "She told me that she has
played "doctors and nurses" with both you and Carl."

   Mike laughed.  "Doctors and nurses?  Is that what she said?  Well we
didn't play any silly games."

   "Well what then?"

   Mike thought for a minute.

   "We, that is me and Carl, had a bet to see who could get her naked
first. We know that she's kinda easy - she's just a slut to play with."

   "Who won" Ali whispered.

   Mike looked puzzled

   "Who got her naked first?"

   Mike looked at his boots.  "I did"

   When he looked up Ali was gone.