~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~
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~~~ Packing ~~~
Ellie was better behaved the next day - mostly. Her towel "accidentally" slipped loose and fell to the hallway floor when she was crossing from the bathroom to her bedroom - giving me a nice, hard look at her gorgeous body in all of its naked glory. She ran a fingertip over her clitoris, causing it to peek out and say "hello", before she bothered to bend down and pick up her towel. Of course, she stepped between me and the towel before she picked the thing up - bending at her waist - looking back at me between her ankles as her tight pink slit smiled at me from between her perfect labia.
Mom and dad's doorknob rattled, and the pixie-headed blonde bombshell squeaked and darted into her room. I turned back up the hall towards my room to find Grandma watching the two of us. I heard mom enter the hallway behind me.
"Beautiful morning, isn't it, Derek?" Grandma asked me with a broad smile.
"I'm going to run and get donuts," mom said to us, as she stepped into view. "What do you guys like?"
"The stickier the better," Grandma said. "I'm easy."
I shot a glance at mom - to gauge her reaction to her mother-in-law's double-entendre - but she was oblivious - and turning to my sister's door.
"Okay, yeah," she replied to her. "You're easy to please."
I looked back at Grandma - who gave me a wicked grin.
As soon as my mom disappeared into Ellie's room, Grandma said, "Speaking of sticky things, I'm still a little tacky from last night."
I shook my head, trying not to think about how she'd gotten messy, and then headed into my room - hoping that I would be safe there.
As I stepped inside, I glanced back down the hall. Grandma was grabbing herself a towel from the linen closet - apparently, to get herself out of her sticky situation.
I ducked inside of my room before either she or Ellie could torment me further.
I looked back around my room. I'd been heading to the bathroom when my sister had flashed me. That had devolved quickly. I decided to head to the half-bath by the mudroom - just off of the garage - on the other side of the kitchen.
I got there, did my business, and stepped out. I glanced at the garage and wondered whether I needed to grab totes for my sister's stuff. I didn't recall her hoarding boxes - and I couldn't remember what she stored stuff in that wasn't hung up. Dad caught me thinking.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Trying to decide whether to grab totes for Ellie," I said. "I don't remember what she has."
"You should just go ask her," he suggested, smirking that I was over-thinking it.
"She's being a dork," I told him. "I don't mind helping, but could she not act like she's 12?"
"You're a good big brother," dad said. "Just go stick your head in her room and look at what she's got."
"Knowing her," I replied, "she's probably in her Barbie Underoos - doing jumping jacks on her bed," I groaned.
He shook his head, laughing, and headed into the garage - probably to get started on the yardwork. It used to be my job, but he'd been doing it again since I started college. I'd suggested hiring a neighborhood kid, but dad was cheap and - though he grumbled about it the whole time - he had decided to do it himself.
I was positive that that was why he'd asked us to pick up the pizzas the night before. He'd been too cheap to tip the delivery driver. He might not have had cash - like he'd said - but that wasn't the real reason.
I decided to take my chances and walked back down to Ellie's room.
Surprise of surprises, she was actually clothed. She was also actually packing. Shocker.
"You need boxes or totes?" I asked.
"Good morning, brother dear," she cooed innocently - as if she hadn't just flashed me a few moments ago.
"Stop. Please."
She stuck her tongue out at me.
She got down on her knees and pulled up the skirt on her bed.
"Can you help me with this?" she asked.
I got down on all fours, beside her, and looked at what she was after. All I saw was dusty sweater boxes.
"I'm so fucking wet, thinking about you fucking me on my bed tonight," she whispered into my ear.
I got up and walked out of her room. I considered hiding in my room, but I'd already packed my computer and my game console. I decided to go help dad with the yardwork.
He looked surprised that I was back.
"She's still acting like a twat," I told him.
"Language, son," he said.
"What can I do to help you?" I asked. "Maybe she'll be ready for help after lunch."
"Grab those gloves and the hedge trimmers, if you want. You know I never like how they look after I get done hacking them up. You have steadier hands and a better eye."
"You mean because I'm tall enough to actually see the top of the hedges?" I asked him.
"Now you're just being hateful," he said, grinning.
Dad wasn't short - but I had a couple inches on him. He hated trimming the hedges. I didn't mind it - and it would keep me away from Ellie. I grabbed the gloves and the trimmers - and the lighter wheelbarrow for the clippings. I got two steps towards the door when I decided that a leaf rake might be a good idea as well.
I'd just gotten positioned to start the first one when mom showed up with the donuts. She opened the lid on the box, and I saw that none were missing.
"Maybe you'd better let the others pick first," I suggested.
"You're helping your father," she said. "You can pick first."
I grabbed one that I thought nobody else would want and took a bite.
"Thanks, mom," I said.
She leaned in, kissed my cheek, and headed off to find dad to offer him a donut as well.
I set the donut on the side of the wheelbarrow and started clipping. When the first bush was done, I returned to the donut. I only had to pick a few evergreen needles off of it before getting another bite. I raked up the clippings, tossed them into the barrow and scooted down to the next bush. I grabbed another bite of the sugary snack and pulled my gloves back on again.
The donut was gone by the time I got to the third bush. Mom showed up with a cold bottle of water. I'm not sure how she knows things like that, but she does. Maybe it's some sixth sense thing that moms have or something. I thanked her, drained half of it, and went back to my work.
It was close to noon by the time I finished the hedges. I hauled the clippings to dad's compost pile and gave it a stir while I was there.
"Thanks," he said, coming over with a bag of grass clippings to add to the pile.
"I'm gonna go see if the shower's open," I told him.
"Thanks for doing the hedges," he said.
"No problem," I replied.
I put the rake and the barrow back where they belonged, hung up the clippers, and tossed the gloves onto the pile on the wire rack. The open-shelved rack was supposed to let them get air but there were too many in the pile for that to work. They were all filled with dried sweat. It was just the nature of the beast.
Grandma was helping mom fix lunch.
"Your sister was looking for you," mom said.
"If she's done catting around, I'll help her," I said.
Grandma smirked, shaking her head, and continued with her task. Mom just kind of looked at me. I ignored her and headed for my room for fresh clothes, the linen closet for a towel, and then the shower - in that order.
My shoes were in the mudroom. Everything else was going in the hamper in the bathroom. Mom would probably wash my stuff before we left but - if she didn't - I'd just grab it the next time we came for a visit. Mom and dad would, undoubtedly, visit us at Grandma's as well.
As I showered, I thought about what those visits would look like. Would Grandma show them the new hot tub? I'd need to raise that concern with her. We'd need swimsuits at her house - or we'd need to keep the door closed - but then dad might notice it anyway. Swimsuits then - and a conversation with Grandma and Ellie.
I scrubbed off the filth of my morning - and the residual stickiness from my time with Grandma. I very specifically thought about other things while I scrubbed my dick, balls, and ass. I did not need to replay my memory of my time between my grandmother's thighs - that would only lead to trouble.
I dried off, put on my clean clothes, tossed the towel into the hamper, and left the bathroom. Ellie looked up at me from where she was kneeling on the floor as I came out.
"Can you help me after lunch?" she asked. "I promise to keep my mouth shut."
I looked at her for a hard moment. She seemed to be serious.
"Yeah," I said.
"Thanks," she replied.
I headed back to my room to grab a pair of socks.
Lunch was fairly quiet. Mom and dad asked my sister a few questions about what she was planning to study and whether or not she'd already talked to Sadie about the change of plans.
She assured them that Sadie was on-board, that we were headed there next, and that she and Sadie were planning to attend community college in Grandma's town to get their basics out of the way and earn their Associate's before transferring to the university to finish their degrees. Ellie said that, so far, she was shooting for occupational therapist - while our cousin would be studying to be a physical therapist.
"You still working towards becoming a boiler operator?" dad asked me.
"Yeah," I said. "There are several places in Lawton that use heating plants - so there should be plenty of opportunities for me to find an apprenticeship - once I finish college and run through the program at the trade school.
"I'm still not sure why you think you want the bachelor's degree in order to be a stationary engineer," he said.
"I could be wrong," I told him, "but my guess is that a business degree - on top of my vocational skills - gets me a faster track to the top of the food-chain."
"You talked to Ben Johnson?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "He thought I was crazy too."
"You've managed to get scholarships and grants for everything so far," dad said. "If you can keep that up - and come out with no loans to pay off - you'll still be ahead of most."
"That's my plan," I said. "I'm planning to write up a lease-agreement with Grandma and claim that I'm living on my own."
"That'll work?" dad asked.
"I guess we'll see," I said.
He nodded and said, "I guess we will."
After lunch, I followed my sister to her room.
She went through the boxes that she already had packed - telling me what was in each. I pulled out my phone and started making a list.
