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.

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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.





