Special Bond – LWATL Chap 1 – 2 (Rev)

A SPECIAL BOND
Long Weekend at the Lake
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This is a work of fiction. Of fantasy. It’s called ‘My Right of Free Speech.’ If you do not approve of youngsters engaged in various sexual acts . . . or if you live in one of the God-forsaken States that bans possessing/reading such material . . then please, PLEASE, go someplace else.

This is not some 4 page fuck/suck story. This story consists of almost 30 chapters! It has the main story, the back story, lots of detail, enough sex to satisfy almost everyone and some humor. It will be posted in multiple segments.

Lastly, ‘A Special Bond’ is a Trilogy. ‘Long Weekend at the Lake’ is the second part and will be followed by the Prequel and finally by The Later Years.

I’ve spell-checked and re-read the chapters multiple times. Yet I am sure there are spelling errors, grammatical problems and incorrect words. I don’t have an Editor! Just read and enjoy.

Characters:
Kathy Evans – Age 31 Aunt Karla Peters – Age 36
Rob Evans – Age 36 Uncle Tom Peters – Age 37
RJ Evans – Age 16 Ken Peters – Age 17
Kayla Evans – Age 15 Candace Peters – Age 14


Chapter 1 of 29

School had been out for the summer for weeks now. Robert Jr, or RJ as everyone called him, was starting to feel that edge of boredom. Certainly he had a whole group of school chums, most of who were on the High School Football Team with him. However, several of his buddies were gone on vacation with their parents and siblings. Those that were still in town had started to become a little repetitive to hang out with every day.

Kayla had a gaggle of girlfriends and like most 15 year old teens seemed to spend an eternity on the phone talking to them. Kayla had just finished her freshman year while RJ had completed his sophomore year and he was looking forward to his Junior year and advancement to the Varsity Football Team.

Kayla had blossomed into quite a beauty. She now stood over 5’6” tall and her wavy strawberry blond hair flowed below her shoulder blades and she had pale hazel eyes that seemed to change color with their surroundings. Puberty had come early, no it was more like puberty had arrived like a freight train, upon Kayla. From the age of 11 she started having periods, her hips flared out, her waist narrowed, her strawberry mane seemed to thicken and grow and inch a month, and her breast went from non-existent, to a ‘B’ cup at 12, and now a 34 ‘C’ at age 15. Kayla was not only tall, but athletically built from years of gymnastics, with legs that seemed to go up forever, 34 inch hips and a 21 inch waist. Her stomach was flat and toned, unlike many of the teen girls at Cheyenne High School who had flabby guts!

Kayla’s mother, Kathy, as well as her Aunt Karla, were both natural blonds. Kayla’s father, Rob, had light red hair. The combination of her Mother and Father no doubt accounted for the beautiful head of strawberry blond hair Kayla had. It also gave her just a smattering of freckles about her face, and across her chest. Her father had always told her that freckles were “angel kisses”.

RJ had blond hair like his mother and both he and his sister had very fair complexions.

Shortly after his 16th birthday, RJ approached his father one afternoon. Rob Sr. worked long hours and commuted home on the weekends from Washington DC. RJ understood his father was often exhausted from his work-schedule, so he bided his time in approaching his father.

“Dad, may I have a word with you” RJ asked as he approached his father while lounging on the patio one Saturday afternoon.

“Sure RJ, what’s on your mind, son?”

“Dad, I’ve been thinking that now that I have my driver’s licenses and all, well, I was thinking that I’d like to buy a car.”

“Oh, you have, have you? You know RJ a car is a pretty expensive investment. What were you thinking about getting?”

“Well Dad, I’m thinking that I’d like to get a pickup truck. That way I can have transportation, and if I find a job this summer while school is out, I’d have a truck for my job. I’ve been saving all my money for some time now . . .over two years, and I have about $3,500. I’d like to get a Toyota Tundra like your truck some day, but I know they cost a lot more then what I have right now . . so I figured I could find something older, and maybe smaller. What do you think Dad?”

“Your mother had told me you were saving all your money, for some time now. But you are correct RJ in that you will have a hard time finding a reliable truck for $3,500. How about you let me think about it for a while, and I’ll talk to your Mom about it. OK?”

“Sure Dad. Thanks for thinking it over for me.” RJ knew better than to press when his dad said ‘he’d think about it.’ To press his point further would result in a definite ‘No’!

Late Sunday afternoon RJ and Kayla were watching TV in the Family Room when their parents returned from town. Nothing was said, and Kathy set about making dinner, while Rob got the barbecue fired up. The family sat down to dinner together and after a while, Rob cleared his throat.

“RJ, your mom and I discussed what you approached me with yesterday . . . you know about buying a pickup truck. Well son, we don’t think you should be wasting your $3,500 on some truck that in all probability will be a piece of junk . . . which is about all you could get for that price.”

RJ tried to mask his disappointment, but it showed through on his face. He put on a brave face never the less, and said “I understand, sir. Maybe after I save some more money we can talk about this again,” RJ questioned.

“Well RJ, you Mom and I thought that we’d make you a proposition.”

“What’s that sir?”

“Before I tell you the proposition RJ, I haven’t seen your report card for end of year yet, how are your grades doing in school,” his dad questioned.

“Doing good Dad, I have two ‘A’s and three ‘B’s” RJ reported in a chipper manner. Actually Kayla was a straight ‘A’ student but both Rob and Kathy knew that while school was harder for RJ, he worked at it very diligently.

“Two ‘A’s and three ‘B’s is pretty good RJ . . . which one of those grades is your math grade?”

“Math is one of the ‘B’s Dad” RJ reported.

“Well son, I wish that math was one of the ‘A’s and I’d like you to try and bring that grade up for me next year.