Chapter 12

I had just finished cleaning up for dinner and was about to head to the house when I remembered to call my parents and check in. That turned out to be a quick call as Mom was leaving for work and was in a hurry.

Sitting down at the table I noticed Christy's absence so I asked Martha,

"Martha where's Christy?"

"She's calling Alice, she hasn't talked to her for a while." About then Christy came in with a worried look about her,

"Is everything ok?"

"I still can't get a hold of Alice."

"Oh, did you leave a message for her?"

"With who, nobody answered?" Oh Boy, I thought that's right no answering machine's yet.

"Um, Well, with her father." Trying to cover my mistake.

"I wouldn't talk to him, he's just like Ray." I could see trouble even before I looked at George and Christy's hand going to her mouth told me she knew it to. I thought quickly and asked,

"George what do we need to do next, the fertilizing finished?" He gave me an almost blank stare before answering,

"Hum, Well we need to check the fences, I..." George then looked to Christy, glancing first at Martha's worried expression. He knew something wasn't right, George was not a stupid person and his face told of that.

"Christy come here and give me a hug." George said, and as she did I could see the tears forming in both their eyes. After a few minutes passed Martha said,

"The dinner's getting cold, we should eat." There were no words spoke until dinner was finished. I was joined by Christy on the back porch and we sat on the bench holding hands as she said,

"Jim I think he knows."

"He knows something is wrong and I think he has a good idea what it is. I just hope Martha's going to be ok, she's really worried about George's health." I said.

"Oh! Do you think I should talk to grandpa, I mean do you think that would help?"

"I think you should wait until he asks you to talk to him. He may not want to know." I put my arm around her shoulder and as she snuggled against me I heard,

"Mmm, that feels good."

I don't know how long we stayed that way, time was meaningless. Her closeness was something I knew I didn't want to let go of, ever.

"My you two look comfy."

"Umm, Hmm!" Christy moaned as she snuggled closer making room for Martha,

"How's grandpa?"

"Well, I think he knows something, but I don't think he wants to talk about it and I'm kind of glad about that." Martha had taken a hold of Christy's hand as we sat in silence listening to the quietness of the night.

I must of dosed off for a while. I was awakened by Martha as she was getting up off the bench and bending to kiss Christy whispering,

"Good night love birds." Christy giggled a good night back to her as I blushed and did the same as Martha left us.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked as Christy yawned and then asked,

"What?"

"You said you wanted to talk to me about something Laura said to you."

"Oh, that!" She said as she wiggled closer. I didn't say anything as I felt she would talk about it when she was ready, but I was curious. We sat cuddled for quite a while then Christy asked me,

"Do you trust me?"

"Um, Yea." I said.

"I mean really trust me?" I wondered where this was going and was about to ask her what she meant. But then she did something women do when they want a yes answer, as her hand was stroking my leg getting closer to the head of my cock. I could only answer,

"Yes!" With that she stood pulling me with her and we walked hand in hand towards the bunkroom.

"Laura said I should try this, to get over some of my fears." As we entered the bunkroom I asked,

"What fears?"

"Um, Stop talking and get on the bed. Um! And get undressed I've got to go get something." Well with that said I was left alone, but I figured I'd go along with what she wanted. Hell I'd be crazy not to just on the chance of getting lucky. I was undressed and on the bed in a flash with just my underwear on and thinking about removing them too, I was hard as a rock and with the door unlocked, well the thought of Martha walking in... the underwear stayed on. I was just starting to wonder if Christy was playing a joke on me when she came in and told me,

"Close your eyes. Now give me your hands." I felt rope being wound around my wrists and couldn't help but peek,

"Your not suppose to look, give me your other hand." As I did I asked,

"Christy what are you doing?"

"Tying you to the bed."

"Um, is this something Laura told you to do?"

"Well, Um! Yes, but she told me I could never tell anyone, she said that I might need to feel in control in order to get over my fear of being forced. Anyway stop talking." As my hands were tied to the bedpost I heard,

"There that should hold ya." I gave a tug on my bonds and Yep! She was right. Christy stood staring at me with a playful little smile about her face, then slowly reaching for the bottom of her tee-shirt and pulling it teasingly up. I swallowed hard as she swayed slowly to the silent beat.

"God! you look so sexy."

"Hm, I told you not to talk." I then saw a mischievous grin as she slid off her shorts and underware, slowly separating the two then balling up her panties,

"Open you mouth."

"Why, Mmm, ummm." I could only mumble around her panties, her wet panties, her very wet panties, and the aroma, Ummm! My cock was throbbing and I feared I was going to loose it in my underwear.