It had been a long, hot day when Ethan got back into the house. This was to be expected – after all summer in Queensland is typically on the wrong side of 35 degrees for comfort. He brushed the dirt off his boots and took them off and placed them on the patio. The patio was well weathered, in desperate need of a coat of paint, but had that country charm that is so often associated with older houses of its generation.
“I’ll add paint the patio to the list” Ethan murmured to himself as he ran his rough hands down the grey, splintering column next to his boots. “And probably a good sanding too.”
Looking out across the front paddock that stretched to the main road at the end of the long driveway, he could just stand there and smile. It had been a good season so far with plenty of rain and corn was over head height with a good chance of getting a decent yield for once. Turning towards the front door his nose was the first thing to turn off from the day – alerted by a smell of fresh bread drifting out of the kitchen. Ethan walked down the hall, his mismatched sock covered feet making little noise on the polished hardwood floors. Halfway down the hall, walking past dozens of photos hanging on the wooden walls put there by three generations, Ethan turned the corner into the study, or as Emma called it – her “Sanctuary”.
The Sanctuary was covered nearly floor to roof in bookshelves on three walls. Many years ago these shelves were filled to bursting point with books of all types and genres – it was like an eclectic mix of the passions of dozens of people, all who preferred a different passion. Bur that was the past. Ten years of hard times saw most of the books, journals, collections and even some rare first editions to be sold off to keep the farm afloat. Now only a single shelf was filled. But each of those that remained were special to Emma, and Ethan knew this.
Emma was sitting in front of the double swing out windows, facing outwards and on the old leather chair that was nearly as old as the house. The late afternoon sun was beaming in on her, creating little drops of sweat on her forehead and neck, collecting and running down her chest. Her normally light skin was starting to flush a little where it was being kissed by the summer sun. Dressed in a white singlet and summer skirt, Emma was engrossed in the book in her hands – a small hardcover novel that she’d read many times before. A few feet away was an old oscillating floor fan, flicking up her dark, shoulder length hair as it swung back and forth, a slight creak on each turn due to it’s old dry bearings.
“There are cooler places to read you know.” Ethan said dryly as he leant against the chipped paint door frame.
Woken out of her daydream, Emma quickly turned her head towards the familiar voice. it took a few moments for the words to break her chain of thought. She had been reading an old romance novel where moments ago her mind was lost in the winter mountains of North America, with crackling fires and cosy log cabins – a far change of pace from the old Queenslander and it’s scorching summer heat. Rubbing her hand across her forehead she was amazed by the sweat that had perspired there.
“I didn’t expect you back so early Ethan” Emma said as she re-entered the world.
“Broke a bearing on the tractor so that ended the day a little early. I’ll have to go into town tomorrow and get a new one.”
“Just call it through the parts store and I can pick it up if you want” Emma volunteered, “I need to go to town tomorrow anyway to get some more supplies.”
Ethan nodded and he started to head off down the hall towards the house phone. Just as he disappeared his head quickly returned the sight, “Love you.” And he ducked back out of sight and soft footsteps were heard down the hall.
Emma grabbed a small towel that she had sitting on a side table and wiped off the sweat and placed it back down. She was so engrossed in the story that she hadn’t noticed the sun creeping around the sky and across her body. Glancing across the room to an old clock Emma saw the time had just turned past 3pm. There was still a few hours until the sun would start to climb down past the hills and it was now the hottest part of the day. With the old fan blowing and the windows open there was a gentle breeze that was flowing through the room which made it seem cooler than the hot sun was trying to make it. Slowly getting out of the chair, Emma put her book aside and walked over to the windows and started to close the lacey inner curtains to block some of the sunlight without restricting the breeze too much. Ethan could be heard down the hall talking “shop” with the local machinery business. Local was only used in the general sense as it was actually over 100kms away. Hell, their nearest neighbour was 10kms away by the main road.
Picking the book back up and walking over the one of the empty shelves Emma picked up a dried gum leaf off the middle shelf and put it in the book as a bookmark. Touching the leaf brought back a vivid memory. It had been their first day of owning the farm in the legal sense – practically it had been theirs for several years after Ethan’s parents had handed over day to day control during the middle of the drought. It had just been too much for them to handle and his parents had moved onto a small 5 acre block on the outskirts of the nearest town. What a present it had been! To be given a farm in the middle of a drought and had required all their savings and then some to keep it afloat. That day when Emma was moving all her books into the room to add them to the existing collection, it was a similarly hot day to this one and the windows were open. In fluttered a small, dry gum leaf and landed on this particular book which was sitting on a pile of packing boxes. Emma had just picked it up and used it as a bookmark ever since out of habit.
Placing the book on the shelf, Emma turned around and started to head towards the kitchen down the hall. She could still smell the fresh bread cooling on the bench she had prepared earlier, although now it was several hours old after she had gotten lost in the high mountains with cold snow and the lives of a man and woman who found each other in trying times. Emma slowly sighed in contemplation over the book and realised how far apart these two worlds were. Reaching the old wooden benched kitchen, the bread was still sitting on the cooling rack, next to the window, with the curtains flicking past it with the wind acting as a good fly deterrent. Reaching into the top drawer, Emma pulled out the bread knife and cut two slices from the middle. She got some butter and jam from the fridge and applied both liberally. Just as she finished, Ethan walked into the kitchen, obviously attracted by both the smells and sounds of food being prepared.
“Here,” Emma said as Ethan reached her “I made a slice for you”, although it was only half true.
“Thanks baby!” Ethan exclaimed as he got two small plates from the cupboard, handing one to Emma. Taking a bite he exclaimed “This is delicious, just want I needed before I headed back out. I’ll be back later on, just going over the back paddock to check on the cattle there before dinner.”
Ethan reached over to Emma and kissed her on the cheek and started to head back towards the front door to put his boots back. Emma moved over towards the kitchen table and sat down to eat her bread. A few minutes passed in silence apart from the noises of Ethan putting on his boots, walking down the front landing and crunching over the gravel on driveway towards the ute. Leaning back in the old wooden dining chairs she could just see the ute back out around the old gumtree in the driveway and turn to go around the path around the far side of the house. Then it was gone and after a moment the dust settled. Now Emma had finished her bread and was again lured back to her book.
“Plenty of time before I need to start on dinner” she said to herself, making some mental notes on what needed to be prepared beforehand. Walking back into her Sanctuary, Emma decided to move the old chair out from directly in front of the window and away from the light. Pulling it in jerks towards the northern wall, the chair groaned and squeaked as if it didn’t like to be moved. Emma picked up the book, placed the old leaf back on the shelf and re-positioned herself back down in the chair, and opened to where she left off and started to read.
In the warm room, with a gentle breeze, Emma was asleep ten pages in and the book fell off her lap with a soft bump onto the floor, pages flicking back and forth in the wind.
The moonlight softly shined through the lacey curtains as the hot day had been replaced with a balmy night. Emma’s chest slowly rose and fell in time with her breath as she soundly slept in the old chair. The front door of the house slowly opened and two quiet thuds could be heard as two boots landed again on the front patio. Softly walking up the hallway Ethan was greeted by a house in total darkness. The old farm ute had broken down near the rear fence and Ethan had walked back, the last hour in the dark. Feeling his way down the dark hallway, Ethan couldn’t help but curse the broken front switch – another thing to add to the list. As he approached the room where Emma had fallen asleep he could make out her silhouette in the moonlight that reached the opposite wall in the hall.Looking into the room, Ethan saw Emma laying there in the chair and the book on the floor. Ethan quietly walked over and picked up the book, it had been turned to a random page by the wind’s unseen hands. Turning the pages towards the moonlight he could make out the last sentence of a chapter:
… Amy sighed as she and Isaac lay there together across the warm fur rug, their passions having finally been shown to each other afters years of being apart only to have been reunited in this manner, consoling each other in this time of mutual need….
“Oh Isaac…” a voice softly, almost inaudibly, had spoken.
Ethan turned towards Emma who had rolled slightly towards the window, unfolding her body. He was just about to ask her what she said when he saw that she was still asleep, perhaps dreaming. Ethan put the book down on a nearby shelf and walked over to where Emma was lying. This time slightly louder she murmured, “Yes…. please…. ooh” and she let out a slight gasp without stirring.
Moving around the room between the chair and the window, Ethan could see Emma in the moonlight, and the effect of the hot and humid night on her body. Her skin was glistening with thin sweat and the red flush in her skin from earlier in the day was now a gentle red glow. His eyes followed up and down her body, from the loose hair that half fell over her face, past her loose fitting white singlet, and down her long flowing skirt. Ethan’s eyes were drawn back up as Emma moved her right arm slightly, gravity helping it fall down across her breasts. Her fingers ever so slightly moved and touched her nipple, which could be seen in the moonlight, was very responsive.
“Isaac, yes…. there….”
Ethan started to move towards the door and glanced back at Emma. Deciding not to interrupt her dream, he moved out of the room and taking the long way through the hall, lounge room and kitchen, turning on lights as he went, Ethan started to prepare dinner.
Emma woke up to the clangs of bangs of pots and saucepans in the kitchen. Ethan always considered himself a bit of an amateur chef, and despite his best ambitions the kitchen always sounded more like a warzone, than a place of culinary excellence. Sitting up in the chair, Emma gently stretched her arms and blinked her eyes a few times. It was dark, but the light from the hall was breaking the darkness allowing her to see around easily. Still a bit sleep affected, Emma got up and headed towards the kitchen so see why World War 3 had started there.
“Hello sleepy!” Ethan said cheerily. “You would not believe what happened this afternoon. The ute broken down and I had to walk all the way back there” he continued without letting Emma speak. “You were asleep so I figured I’d get dinner ready then come wake you up. But you beat me to it.”
“Sorry.” was all Emma could get out. “I had planned on….”
“That’s alright.” Ethan interrupted. “Got it all under control”.
Emma wasn’t sure how making spaghetti and sauce required the use of 3 pans, 2 pots and every single chopping knife, but Ethan had managed to do so. It was moments like this that she was so pleased that they’d splurged last Christmas and bought that dishwasher for the old house.
It was about twenty minutes later that the noise had settled down and they both sat down to eat dinner.
“I think it was the leads.” Ethan expertly replied when Emma asked him what he thought was wrong with the ute. Emma smiled to herself. She loved Ethan, but mechanics was not his strong suit. Their ute was a diesel. No leads. “I’ll get Peter to come over and look at it in the morning” – Peter was Ethan’s best friend from high school and lived a few farms over, and was an actual mechanic. That was Ethan’s solution to mechanical things – ask Peter. Although it wasn’t an all altogether uneven arrangement. Peter’s daughter was a diabetic and Ethan was a paramedic before his heart called him back to the farm. It was more than once Ethan had helped out Peter’s little girl.
An hour later and the smell of garlic, parmesan cheese and cheap red wine still hung in the kitchen but the actual food was gone and Emma was just finishing up the dishwasher. Ethan had gone off to have a shower and wash off the day’s grime and cooking splatter so Emma left the dishwasher on pause – the old pipes in this house didn’t like to feed more than one outlet at a time. She walked out to the lounge room and sat down where most people would have a big flatscreen television, but not here. In it’s place was an old fireplace, the kind that’s practically illegal these days. It wasn’t going – not in this heat – but it was still filled with wood ready for the winter. Picking up a magazine Emma started to thumb through the pages, but it was just full of trashy celebrity gossip and she quickly bored of it. The final page was an advertisement for cigarettes with some young twenty-somethings hiking up a path.
Hardly looks like they are smokers, Emma thought to herself. In the background of the ad was a scene of snow tipped mountains, and she once again thought of her book. Just a few more chapters before I start to get ready for bed Emma thought.
On her way to get her book Emma walked past the bathroom. Steam was pouring out of the crack between the door and frame, which was slightly ajar. Ethan was in the shower, facing the wall, away from the door washing his hair. The shampoo was running down his back and sides as he scrubbed out all of the dirt he had stolen from the paddock during the day. Emma paused at the door, peeking in, and saw the outline of a male in the steamed up screen. She paused for a few moments longer, taking in the sight deciding against going in. There would be times when she would walk in, undress and join him, but tonight she was just interested in finishing her book. Just as Emma was about to turn away, Ethan turned to his side and she saw him from a different angle. He was not as lean as his younger days, but the last few years on the farm had hardened him in a different way physically; less of a traditional vee shape and more of an overall solid nature about him. It made her feel safe, secure in some ways. Reflecting on her own changes since her early days as a college student when she was smaller and looked younger than her age, Emma had finally started to fill into her body in her mid-twenties as she became more active and in her last several years on the farm she had hardened from helping on the farm. In her opinion it was the best form of gym she knew.
Knowing that Ethan could be another ten minutes or more in the shower, she left him and continued onto where her book was. Picking it back up, Emma also closed the window that was left open earlier. Heading back to the lounge room, book in hand, Emma sat down on the lounge where she was before and started to thumb through the pages to find the last part she could remember reading. Finding the approximate page she left off, it only took a few pages before she was once again transported to their world. As Emma read, she was vaguely aware of Ethan walking around the house, doing various things – at one stage placing a hot cup of coffee down besides her, kissing her on the forehead – and disappearing.
About 200 pages later, Emma stopped, stretched and looked around. The light in the lounge room was on, but the remainder of the house was dark. Had Ethan gone to bed? She got up and headed into the main bedroom – he was there under the thin sheet, ceiling fan at full speed and dead to the world. For the first time in ages Emma wondered what the time was. There was no clock in the bedroom. Well there was. Flashing 12:00 constantly. Remembering the black out several days ago, Emma walked out to check on the clock in her reading room. The small shelf top clock looked old, but ran on a single AA battery that seemed to never run dead.
11:30.
With this new information, Emma felt a wave of tiredness come over her and committed herself to putting the book away for the night. Picking up the old gum leaf again, placing it between pages 457 and 458, she put the book back on the shelf and walking back towards the bedroom. Ethan was still asleep, but had now moved into the middle of the bed, taking up half the space on the small, but comfy double bed they shared. Remembering the time she spent sleeping in the sun, Emma decided to have a quick shower to freshen up prior to bed. In the bathroom she found Ethan’s clothes spread all over the floor as normal. Kicking them into the corner, Emma got undressed and turned on the cold water to full with a little of hot to take the edge off. Stepping into the shower the tepid water hit with a stimulating rush against the background of the still hot and sticky night.
Ten minutes later Emma slid into bed besides Ethan, who had now returned to his side. It felt good to be clean and laying in bed, her eyes quickly closing in relief and her body soon followed as sleep overcame her.
A shiver ran through Emma’s body as she woke up with a start. When did it get so cold? She reached across to find the sheet and her hand rubbed across a thick fur blanket. By instinct Emma pulled the blanket across her and slid her hand down under the blanket. Her fingers brushed her naked breasts as they went down to her sides. This startled Emma into a semi-wake state. Reaching across where Ethan was she found his warm body still there. Rubbing her hand down his back it felt different, hard, more chiselled and defined. Getting up on her elbows, Emma looked across at where she expected to see Ethan, but it wasn’t him. In his place was an unshaven man who had a more rugged look to him. Shocked, Emma sat up in bed, almost getting out, and looked directly into the smouldering fireplace and rough hewn wooden walls. There was a fierce chill in the air outside of the heavy fur blanket. Just then the man rolled over and looked her in the eyes.
“Amy, are you alright?” he asked. “Come back to bed.”
Almost against her will, Emma was drawn to the man.
“Isaac?”
“Of course it is, who else would it be?” the man replied with a touch of concern, but also also with a strong hint of playfulness.
Emma suddenly became very aware of her nakedness, her breasts exposed in the cold air, and the feel of fur against her naked bottom. Isaac reached out a strong arm to Emma, gripped her arm and dragged her under the blanket next to him, her back to his side. Emma could feel that the man was also fully naked, his penis lying at rest but still having a presence felt against her skin. Isaac started to kiss Emma on her neck, sending sparks all over her body.
“Your skin is so cold Amy…” Isaac said in a slightly gravelly voice. “Let me warm you up.”
Isaac’s rough hands glided over her body in a way that was more gentle than was to be expected. At the touch of her breasts, Emma felt her body react in a more natural way, rather than the scared manner that she knew she should be feeling. As he passed his hand between her legs a shudder ran through her body.
“Oh Isaac….” she moaned involuntarily.
Emma could feel Isaac start to grow behind her. He rolled her over and positioned her over his belly, the heavy fur blanket falling off her shoulders as she sat hunched over chest.
Isaac leant forwards and started to nibble on her breasts, taking them into his mouth and applying pressure on each nipple, one at a time.
“Yes….. please… ohh…”
From behind her, Emma could feel Isaac had become fully hard. Pressing against her back, she could feel the tip and reached her hand behind her to stroke it gently. Isaac responded by rubbing several fingers between her legs, checking to see if she was ready for him. Sensing her desire, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted body up and slightly back, allowing his tip to touch the entrance to her pussy.
“Isaac, yes….. there….”
His strong hands slowly lowered Emma onto him, feeling her body accept him fully. Using a slow and deliberate motion, Isaac started to fuck Emma, her body warming up from the humid summer’s night.
Ethan was lying on his back as Emma arched herself above him, rising up and down with a motion that had a feeling of control that was not typical of her. It felt to him as if some unseen force was lifting her up and down, her leg muscles not being fully in control of the motion. As the morning rays had cracked through the window Emma had woken Ethan with quiet moaning and she had climbed onto him and they had started to fuck. It was different, almost raw, yet sensual – but Ethan didn’t complain.
When they were both exhausted, the tired couple laid on the bed, trying to cool down under the ceiling fan, watching it spin almost in slow motion, in sync with their heartbeats.
Ethan climbed out of bed first and walked off the kitchen, on the way grabbing some boxer shorts and nearly falling over trying to put them on in motion.
Click.
In the quiet house, rapidly warming from the upcoming heat of the day, the sound of the boiling kettle nearly drowned out the sound of Emma’s heartbeat as she laid on the bed, covered by the thin sheet, pressed down on her naked body by the air pressure of the ceiling fan.
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