This story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, planets, galaxies and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (wink)
If you haven't read the previous chapters (1-11), I highly recommend you do. Things will make more sense, or not...
My work schedule has been impacted by this wee virus thingy we're dealing with at the moment so I apologize for the slow down in production. Rest assured I have great plans for Matt. I just wish I could get laid as often as he does, lucky bastard.
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"You won't tell anyone about," she gestured back toward the market.
"No, no, no, of course not, that's between you and I," he said as he closed the boot.
Haley sighed a huge sigh of relief, "Thank you so much, I don't know, um, I... I guess I'll see you later then," she said and turned to head back.
Matt said, "Haley" and she stopped, "I'll see you later, maybe we can curl each others toes some time." He said with a wink.
She blushed again and headed inside. Matt shivered, "Jesus she's cute. Hard to believe after 5 kids she still reacts like a school girl."
Thinking as he drove off, "She kissed me back," he thought and it brought a smile to his face. Suddenly his calendar had gotten really full. Dor wanted him today, Peggy probably tomorrow, mom was staying with him for the next 9 days and Haley was simmering to be next.
Driving home he tried to focus and get his cock to calm down. "Peggy, miss 25 year old unhappily married mother of 3 Peggy, and she made sure the kids wouldn't be along." He was delighted as he pulled out his phone and entered their visit on the calendar. "10 am Wednesday - Peggy and Asshole visit."
Matt's RV is a main character in this story and I've been remiss in describing the layout of it. It is a 2019, 47 foot motor home, with 4 slide outs, The entrance door is located mid body on the passenger side. At the top of the automatic steps you're facing some storage shelves and when you turn right you're facing toward the front the rig. The floor throughout is cream colored Italian marble. Immediately to the front right in a slide out is a dining table with 4 chairs, forward of that is a single seat desk where all the rigs electronics are. On the left side in another slide out is the galley with a 3 seat sleeper/couch next to it. All the way forward are the driver and passenger seats. If at the top of the steps you face left the fridge is to your right front, and a walk in closet to your left front, in a slide out on the left is a wardrobe, wide screen tv and chest of drawers, to the right in another slide out is the queen sized bed (Matt downsized it from a King), with closets on each side of the headboard as well as more drawers. The bathroom is all the way in the back. Facing into the bathroom, the shower is to the immediate left with the toilet next to it. Cabinets line the rear left and center with the sink to the right corner, on the right side are more cabinets and the stacked washer drier.
Matt returned home just before 7 pm and after putting away the groceries he got himself a nice adult beverage, started a campfire, and sat down to enjoy the coolness of the evening. The skies were clear, there was a slight northeast breeze, and the temperature in the low 50's. Excellent campfire weather. The lights were still on in the park office and he could see Dorothy and John going about their business closing up shop.
Curiously for this time of night, a car drove in and slowly made a circle of the park until it crunched to a stop between him and the office. It was too dark to see into it but it was a late model Buick crossover thing. It sat there for a bit and must have caught John's attention because the office door opened and he stepped out. Just as he did so the car drove away and disappeared down the road toward Fairmont.
John watched it leave and then glanced in Matt's direction before going back in side.
About 8 pm he called his half-sister Denise. She'd asked him to call her after his mother had been home for a few days to catch her up on how she took the discovery that Daryl (Matt's Father) had fathered a daughter by another woman. It was a good talk, they laughed and carried on just like they'd known each other for decades and not just a few months.
Right at the end Denise said something he initially took as very nice when she said, "You know, I've missed you."
"Ya, I miss you to sis," He said.
Denise's voice lowered, "No, dumby, I MISS you as in I miss being with you. You know 'with'."
It had been Denise who, when she'd learned that she'd been fucking her half-brother, had made it clear it wouldn't happen again so it took a moment for the light bulb to pop on in his mind, "OH!, you MISS me. Ah, if only one of us hadn't declared that avenue of entertainment off limits. Let me think, who was that?"
"Fuck off Matt," she said teasingly, "you know it was the right decision. Brothers and sisters shouldn't be doing that." Denise paused.
Matt smiled and thought to himself, "If she only knew," but chose instead to say, "Well, it is what it is, like it or not, thems the rules we've set" before changing the subject, "How's Larry and the kids doing?"
The rest of the conversation was your typical brother sister catching up conversation lasting about a half hour.
John stopped by briefly during his nightly walk through the park. He didn't stay long but did mention the weather was supposed to get a lot worse beginning Thursday. He reminded Matt where the storm shelter was and mentioned that people were telling them they were leaving tomorrow to avoid the weather. It'd been a few years since they'd seen a really bad storm so he figured they were due one. Part of the park check-in was what to do in an emergency and how to operate and get into the shelters safely.
Matt decided to get some genealogy work done so he worked at his desk until just before midnight. There were a few new hints but nothing as dramatic as when he discovered he'd been fucking his half-sister.
The next morning was Wednesday, Peggy and the Asshole was supposed to be visiting around 10 am. Matt was up for his run and since it was Wednesday he also spent the additional hour on the the exercise pole and weights mounted to the rear of the rig. While he exercised 4 rigs left the park. When he finished he joined John and Dorothy for morning coffee, or tea for Matt, in the office.
Another rig pulled out. After a some light conversation and a really delicious jelly donut Matt said, "Hey you guys know the market down the road a bit?"
John looked up from his coffee, "Martin County Foods? Of course we do."
"I stopped in for some odds and ends yesterday and wow. That cashier they have is a pistol." Matt said.
Dorothy perked up, "At County Foods? Haley? Yes, she's a sweetie."
Matt's shoulder devil chimed in, "I'll say, she's almost steaming she's so hot to trot."
John and Dorothy glanced at each other and they both smiled. Dorothy added, "You know she's related to you?" and then burst out laughing at Matt's face.
Matt rolled his eyes and let his head fall back against the chair, "Holy shit, is there anyone around here that ISN'T related to me?"
She laughed, "Not many in truth, Haley is distant but she's still related. Go look at your records, I put her in there. If I recall correctly she's the great granddaughter of your grandpa Delbert's brother Fred."
"Jesus H. Christ," Matt said, "were're fucking everywhere. As the Bible says, 'Go forth and multiply'."
John got them all all laughing when he said, "Ya I know, you can't throw your dick out there without it hitting a relative."
Just then another RVer came in and checked out. A gust of wind closed the door behind him. John walked to open the door, "Well Matt, you're nearly the Lone Ranger now, and it's beginning to look really ugly out there."
It was the perfect time to leave and go batten down the hatches, so Matt left. Matt and John left the office at the same time. John to make sure the storm shelters were all up to snuff and Matt to ready his rig for a storm and visitors. As he walked back he saw some very dark clouds on the southwest horizon and noted that his and one other were indeed the only rigs left in the park. He got home and turned on the weather channel. "Great" Matt shook his head as he headed to take his morning post exercise shower and get ready for Peggy's visit. They were under a tornado watch from 11 am until 5 pm.
The wind was gusting enough to warrant Matt retracting the awnings when Peggy and Asshole arrived. They drove up in a older model Ram pickup. Well taken care of and looked great.
He met Peggy and Asshole (Paul) at the fire pit where she hugged him and he got a stiff handshake from Paul.
Peggy was wearing a yellow and red t-shirt with blue jeans and tennis shoes. Her auburn hair was permed in a now out of date curled hair style. Still, it looked nice. She was 10 years younger than Matt but farm life and 3 kids had put some years on her. She didn't look bad by any stretch but she looked older than her 27 years. She stood just a tad shorter than Matt, figure was a pleasing 32-28-36, smaller breasts, wider hips as one would expect of a mother, very light complexion, freckles all over her cheeks,
Paul looked around and said, "Well let's get this over with, I don't like the look of the weather," and gestured toward the rig.
Matt decided to drag it out to torture Asshole and first showed them around the outside, opening every door and explaining it all. He saw Asshole kept looking at his watch. When he finally took them inside even Asshole was impressed. He said nothing but stood at the top of the steps and just gazed. Peggy on the other hand was, "OMG" this and "OMG" that. She was a stark contract to her husband. She was perky, happy, smiling, animated, as well as articulate and at ease. Paul just looked mostly bored and ready to leave to get a beer, now.
After the tour Matt suggested they stay and have lunch, a good vegan lunch. Paul declined, "No, come on honey, we have to get going," he said.
Peggy frowned and looked sad, "Aw honey, let's stay and relax," she opened her arms and said, "Look, no kids!"
Paul nodded, "Ya, but I have that thing I need to be at."
"Thought you were taking the day off," she replied.
He just stood and looked at her. "Awkward," Matt thought and then decided to step in, "Look if you have to leave for something, Peggy can stay here and help me with my family records," Asshole seemed hesitant, Matt added, "It's no problem, she's safe here, there are shelters all over and don't worry, I'll drive her home when we're finished, no problems."
Peggy clutched her hands, "Please honey!"
Asshole got pissy, "Fine," and headed for the door, "I'll see you later, I'll be at Rollie's."
