Chapter 6

The rest of that week was uneventful to be fair. Every day I got up at around six o’clock, and Sue and I would eat breakfast together before we started work. We tended to work apart; Sue’s jobs were concentrated around the livestock and my jobs tended to be in the older outbuildings, trying to get them ready for hiring out. It was back-breaking grunt work.

I worked like a trojan, eager to show my Aunt Sue that I was no mere boy and also to get more of the stables up and running to boost Sue’s income.

We just met up every lunchtime and then again in the early evening, we met up again for our evening meal. After we had eaten Sue would do her paperwork most evenings and I started to read my way through her somewhat limited library, for me, there were far too many books on equestrianism and not enough fiction.

The evenings were pleasant enough and the fresh air and hard work during the day meant I was sleeping soundly and most evenings I was asleep quite early. I thought that I was eating more as well as the work was so physically hard.

Most of the week was sunny and warm and I spent most of the working day shirtless. I worked on the list of jobs but I also did a lot of general cleaning and tidying.

Sue had told me that work around the stables was normally out of the question of a weekend, as the place would be overrun with the horses’ owners and the place was manic. Therefore, I had expected to get some time out to myself on Saturday.

When I woke, there was the sound of rain slamming against the bedroom windows and the sky was black, a typical British summer weekend to be fair. The sound of the rain drumming off the windows was almost deafening.

I looked out of the farmyard and there were just one or two cars dotted about the place and very little activity. There were already some large puddles of rainwater starting to collect in the yard and the weather looked set to be bad all day. The clouds over the farm were so dark and looked chock a block with rain. I was sure that the weekend would be a complete washout.

I wandered down to the kitchen; Sue was sitting at the table. She was in a silky pair of PJs and looking as sexy as fuck. I do love a woman with that just got out of bed look. She smiled at me and grunted a good morning. She always seemed so wide awake during the week but at weekends, she obviously liked to slob around in the mornings. She always seemed to need two or three cups of coffee before she could function.

“Good morning, Aunt Sue,” said I as I headed into the kitchen past her. She waved her mug at me as I passed her, her universal sign for ‘I need coffee.’

“Morning, Zak. Not a good one though,” Sue said through a mouth full of toast. “I think we won’t be seeing many riders out today.”

“Well, I have to say I would not like to be out in this weather either,” I laughed as I made some more coffee.

We sat at the table and I ate some cornflakes, while Sue was going over the task list, she had made in an old exercise book. She was crossing out the stuff that had been done.

“Well, I was looking at the list of jobs that needed doing on my task list and we have made a great start, Zak. I am very impressed,” she said with a smile.

“That is good, but it looks like the list is never-ending, “I said with a smile.

“To be fair running the stable is a labour of love “she replied, “So today is officially a day off. So, what do you fancy doing?”

If I had told her what I really fancied I am sure I would be on the next train home. I knew she was my mom’s half-sister, and it was wrong to fancy her, but she was some woman with a body to die for.

I laughed aloud, “What is there to do around here on a day like this?”

“Nothing really, I am so sorry,” Sue said and she did actually look sorry as she said it.

Her budget did not stretch to a video recorder and this was well before cable television with thousands of channels and DVD days.

“So, what’s next on the list of jobs?” I asked, trying to cheer her up.

“Are you sure you would not prefer some downtime?” she asked.

“No, let’s get this place sorted out!” I said emphatically.

“Okay but only if you are sure, I don’t want you telling your parents I am a slave driver,” she giggled.

“Nope, this hard work is doing me the world of good,” I said and noticed that she gave me the once over. I did feel that I was filling out with all the hard work putting some beef on my muscles. I had also noticed I was getting a nice bit of a tan.

She scanned the list, ticking off the jobs we had already done.

“Well, if we could get the stable blocks painted with whitewash inside then they can be rented out, and that would help no end,” she said with a sigh.

I knew that money was tight. You could sense it every time she opened one of the brown envelopes that dropped into the post box.

“Okay, let’s do that. It is raining outside so let’s stay inside and do some work,” I said cheerily. With no mates around the thought of a dull rainy Saturday with nothing to do was not that appealing so burying myself in work would make the time fly by faster.

“Okay, only if you are sure you’d rather not take a day off,” she said, heading toward the sink with her hands full of dirty crockery. She put the crocks down and turned to face me.

At the same time, she raised her arms and stretched at the same time, yawning. Her pyjama top was tight over her ample boobs and her nipples were almost visible through the silky material. It suddenly reminded me of how much I missed Mary and how horny I was I tried not to stare but I am sure she caught me looking.

“Not at all,” I told her, “We may as well get that job done, and try to get you some more rent in!”

That made her smile ... and that made me happy!

I wandered over to the window and looked out over the yard. It was still raining.

There were now little rivers of rainwater flowing across the yard and the puddles were getting bigger. I guess working would make the day pass faster as there was bugger all to do.

Sue wandered up behind me and hugged me.

“You’re a good lad,” she said. I could feel her tits against me, and my cock stirred in my boxers.

“Right, I will go and get dressed,” she said.

And with that, she kissed me on the cheek and was gone. I was glad she had gone as I was dressed in my shorts and the erection that the hug and the kiss had caused was all too obvious.

I waited for her to leave the room before turning from the window and heading upstairs to get myself changed into my work clothes. As I passed her room, I heard her talking on the phone.

Once I was changed, I ran out over the yard, dodging the puddles and the little rivers of rainwater. I unlocked the tool shed and I sorted out the painting stuff and two huge cans of white paint. The walk to the stables was slower when I was laden down and I was soaked to the skin by the time I was in the first stable block.

I used a stiff broom to give all of the walls a thorough cleaning before starting to paint them, first doing the edges and corners before starting at the centre of the wall. I ran over them twice making sure they were free of dust.

I had nearly done the whole of one stable by the time Auntie Sue turned up. She apologised and explained my mother had telephoned and they had been chatting. Sue had brought a flask of coffee that really went down well and a little portal-able radio. So, with mugs of steaming coffee and with the radio blaring and the rain hammering off the roof, we went about our business.

We soon built up a nice, steady rhythm and a process and the painting was going at a fast pace. Aunt Sue went ahead and dusted down the walls again with the broom and I got to work with a huge roller. The great thing was we did not have to worry about splashing on the floors, so it did not take long at all. We sang along to the radio and to be fair it was quite fun.

The weather seemed to be getting worse as the rain hammered down all day, and darkness enveloped the stables and we had to have the lights on in the stable blocks. At one point I looked out of the door, the stables were pretty much deserted and the horses were all tucked away in the stable blocks.

By seven o’clock that evening, all of the stables had been painted and looked like new. Some new door locks and handles had already been ordered and things were looking good. It had been a long day and after a bowl of homemade soup, I headed off to bed hoping that Sunday would be sunny and bright.

I took some tissue with me and treated myself to a little play, stroking my throbbing cock thinking about how great Auntie Sue’s tits had looked that morning. After a little self-abuse, I fell asleep a very contented boy.

The following morning, I did not have to look out of the window to know things had not improved. The sky was dark, and I could hear the rain beating down on the cobbled yard. I read my book in bed for a while before heading down to the kitchen. There was a note on the table from Aunty Sue.

Gone shopping, see you later x I ended up watching television all day and no work was done. I got soaked helping Aunty Sue bring in the groceries. Sue cooked up a great lunch, but I think both our spirits were more than a little disheartened. We had made a great start to the jobs and if this rain were set to stay then all that good work would all be wasted.