The Chase

§ Prologue

My name is Chase. I'm a thirty-two year old male, five feet, seven inches tall with shoulder length black hair and a solid build with well muscled arms thanks to the physical work I've been doing over the last fifteen years.

But now it's time for a change.

My older brother Colton called at just the right time, about a month ago, wondering if I'd be able to help out for a couple weeks at his place while he's traveling somewhere outside the country on a business trip.

You see, he and his wife Jenni, along with their twin daughters, live halfway across the country where they also run a small greenhouse business on the side.

Since this is the time of year they need to get things prepared for the spring rush, the timing of his trip is terribly inconvenient.

My brother offered good enough pay that I decided it was time to change careers.

I'm not sure what I'll do after I'm finished helping out at his place. Maybe I'll take a long overdue vacation before jumping into the future. Since I'm the thrifty sort, I have plenty of money saved up.

My brother, whom I don't actually know very well, thanks to the twelve year difference in our ages, was often nasty to me growing up. Certainly, he's changed for the better by now, or so I'm hoping.

I've spoken to him a few times over the years, but the last time I actually saw him was at my high school graduation. If I remember correctly, Jenni had to stay home with their toddler twins, so wasn't able to make it.

I've seen a few holiday pictures over the years, but I've never actually met my brother's family in person. I guess life just got away from me.

But as I drive across the country in my baby, a classic muscle car well taken care of though not showy, I'm thankful for this opportunity to get to know the only family members I have left, and hopeful that I'll make a good impression on them.

§ 1

After driving to what must be the middle of nowhere, with no neighbors in sight, down a really long driveway, the trees finally part to reveal the house I'll be living in for the next few weeks. It's a refurbished, old farmhouse, very large, with a porch wrapping all the way around. Colton sure has done well for himself. As I park my car and turn off the engine, my brother and his wife emerge from the house. They greet me as I step out of the car.

"Hey Bro! How was the trip?" Colton asks, catching me up in a bear hug and nearly breaking my spine.

"Thankfully, uneventful," I reply as soon as he releases me and I'm able to breathe again.

"Chase, welcome," Jenni says, embracing me warmly. "We're so glad you're here." Her hands rest on my shoulders as her eyes take in the sight of me appraisingly. I do the same. She's about five feet three inches tall with strawberry blonde hair and a nice rack. At thirty-seven years old, even having given birth to twins, she has kept herself in shape and is still a stunningly attractive woman.

"It's good to be here," I tell her. "I'm grateful for the opportunity to make a change and spend time with all of you. Hopefully, you won't decide to kick me out anytime soon!" I jest.

"Oh, don't be silly!" she chastises me with a disarming smile, then adds with a note of empathy, "I hope we haven't taken you away from someone special."

Shaking my head, I reply, "Nope. No one special right now."

"Well, hopefully after your time here, you'll come to feel like we're special to you, so next time you can answer 'yes'," she says, looking at me fondly. With that, she takes my hand in hers and pulls me toward the house. "Come on. Let's go meet the girls."

Before we reach the front door, the twins emerge. The first one out has strawberry blonde hair and looks like a younger version of her mother. She's about five feet two inches tall with an average build. She's wearing short-shorts and a tight tank top holding back a pair of fairly large breasts for an eighteen year-old. She gazes appreciatively at my well-muscled arms and smiles. "Hi, I'm Summer. It's nice to finally meet you Uncle Chase."

I take her extended hand in my own and reply, "And you as well Summer. The pleasure is mine."

Behind Summer comes her non-identical twin. She has dark hair like my brother, a more petite build, and is wearing a button up shirt tucked into calf-length denim shorts. Her shirt is unbuttoned half way down and reveals some subtle but tantalizing curves. Despite being only about five feet tall, she displays a demeanor of quiet, confident intelligence as she approaches me.

"And you must be Sienna," I say to her, extending my hand.

"Hello Uncle Chase. Welcome to our home." She takes my hand in hers, squeezing it firmly.

"Thanks," I reply. "You've got quite a grip."

She quirks a smile at me. "Hard work will do that."

"Well, hopefully I can keep up with you."

"Well, I guess you can try."

Taken aback at her brashness, I gape at her.

She laughs. "I'm just messing with you. I'm sure you'll do just fine. We sure are glad you were able to come."

My mind skips a beat as it heads down a naughty path. Recovering quickly, I hold her gaze as I smile and reply, "I've actually been hoping to come for quite some time."

"Watch out for her!" Summer warns. "She's awfully competitive."

"I'll do that," I respond. "I'm used to hard work though. I'm pretty sure I'll be up for the challenge."

§ 2

The girls help carry my stuff into the house and up the stairs to the guest room, now my room, I suppose. Jenni tells me to make myself at home and that dinner will be ready in about an hour. I thank her and begin to unpack my things.

Clothes put away and miscellaneous items stashed in drawers, I head for the bathroom to find a place for my personal hygiene items and to take a shower, but I find the water running and the door closed...almost. I notice it's open just a crack.

At that moment, the water turns off. As I hesitate, wondering if I should go back to my room or wait a couple minutes, I realize the door is open just far enough for me to clearly see Summer exit the shower, a towel wrapped around her body. I decide it would be best to wait in my room, but before I'm able to act on that, she removes the towel to dry her hair.

As I behold her naked body in all its glory, my loins stir. Her breasts are large and firm. Her nipples are big. Her tummy is toned. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed. I come to my senses as I realize I'm holding my breath, and I have an erection that is beginning to push the front of my bathrobe open.

Not wanting to get caught peeping, I turn around and head for my room. Closing the door behind me, I sit on the bed and try not to think about what I just saw, but it's pointless. Now I need a cold shower.

I wait for five or ten minutes then make my way back down the hall to the bathroom. It's empty, so I go in and close the door... almost. It won't shut all the way. I give it a quick check and see it's stuck where it hits a very wonky door frame, so I close it as far as I can and hope for the best.

I notice a small piece of paper with my name on it stuck to the front of one of the vanity drawers, so I open it and place my personal items inside. Finding a clean towel, I place it strategically then turn on the water. I remove my robe, hang it on the hook, then... the door suddenly opens to admit Summer, now wearing clothes, with her head turned to the side and drying her hair with the towel. She looks up, sees me, looks straight at my package, still semi-erect, and stops dead in her tracks. Her mouth moves, but speech eludes her.

I casually grab the towel and wrap it around my waist. "Hi, Summer."

"Uh... hi," she stutters, finally looking at my face. "I'm so sorry! I thought it was Sienna in here." She gives me a stricken look.

"It's okay," I assure her. "We'll all have to get used to each other's routines. No harm done."

"Uh..." she begins.

"Did you need to hang up that towel or finish getting ready?" I ask. "I can wait in my room if you need more time in here."

"Uhm... yes. I mean no!"

I wait for her to clarify.

"I uh... I just need to hang up this towel," she says, doing just that. "And grab my brush," she adds quickly as she walks past me to grab her brush off the vanity.

"I'm so sorry Uncle Chase!" she says again. "Please don't be mad at me."

"I have no reason to be mad at you," I tell her. "It was bound to happen at some point. Now it's behind us and we can move forward. I won't say anything. We'll keep it between us. Sound good?"

She nods. "Thanks." Her eyes wander down my chest until they reach my towel, then dart back to my face. "I'd better go!" she says, sounding distraught. With that, she turns around and leaves, closing the door behind her... almost.

I walk to the door and peek out to see her slowly walking away. I open the door just a wee bit further, then casually walk back to the shower, remove my towel and step inside. Ten minutes later, I step out and dry off. I nonchalantly sneak glances at the door to see if I can catch her watching, and allow plenty of time for each part of my well-muscled physique to be viewed, just to be fair. Finishing up, I don my bathrobe and open the door to leave.

Looking down the hall both ways, I barely catch a head of blonde hair turn the corner. Smiling to myself, I walk to my room to put on some clothes.

§ 3

It turns out Jenni is not only gorgeous, but a good cook as well. My brother sure is a lucky guy. Talk is lively, but mostly centered on me and what I've been doing for the last fifteen years since graduation. And speaking of high school graduation, I find out that both of the twins graduated half a year early, just a few months ago. Impressed, I compliment them. When I glance at Summer, she blushes but smiles. Fearless, that one.

Eventually the conversation leads to the business. It turns out my brother's plans changed just yesterday and he will now be leaving tomorrow instead of in four days, plus he'll be gone a month instead of just a couple weeks.

"I'm counting on you little brother," he tells me. "I need you to fill in for me while I'm gone. I'll pay you extra for your trouble."

"Don't worry about it Colt. I've nowhere I need to be anytime soon. I'm happy to be here. I'll take good care of these young ladies too." I look around at all three of them, smiling, then add, "No extra charge."

Jenni beams at me. Sienna looks amused. Summer is blushing even redder than before and she looks like she could use a cold shower. Hmmmm.

After dinner, the girls clean up the dishes while Colton and Jenni show me around the property. I am pleasantly surprised to discover they have a couple of horses and also a swimming pool, although it won't be warm enough outside to swim for probably a month.

Darkness sets in and the temperature drops into the low forties. Since the day is over, Jenni tells me she'll train me in tomorrow after she gets home from dropping Colt off at the airport.

I hang out in my room, just sitting on the bed, relaxing from the long drive. I close my eyes for just a moment...

∆

I wake up to the sound of voices, arguing. As I listen closer, I hear only silence. After a few minutes, I conclude it must have been a dream. Looking at the clock, I see it's just past ten-fifteen. Thirsty, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I hear voices again. It sounds like Colt and Jenni are upset about something. I hope it's not me. Desperately hoping no one is having second thoughts about me staying here, especially since I have nowhere else to go, I edge closer to their bedroom door.

"You know I'm only good for one go 'round. Don't you think you're being a little selfish?" I hear my brother say.

"Selfish?" Jenni exclaims. "I guess it's selfish of me to want an orgasm more than once a year!"

"Calm down! And lower your voice. Do you want the girls to hear you, or Chase?"

"Maybe I do!"

"Don't be ridiculous. And as I recall, you had an orgasm last time."

"Last time was more than a month ago and no, I didn't." She pauses. "I just really wanted your last night here to be a night to remember. Something to remind me of you while you're gone. I guess it is that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just roll over and go to sleep. You'll forget about it by morning."

"Whatever. It's always something with you."

Someone rolling over and collapsing heavily on the bed let's me know it's over, so I tiptoe to the kitchen to get that glass of water. On my way back to the stairs, I'm startled by Jenni on her way to the kitchen. She's even more surprised than I am.

"Oh Chase! You scared me. I almost jumped out of my skin!"

"Likewise," I tell her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. After nineteen years of marriage, I'm used to it."

I look at her questioningly.

"We were talking too loud, huh? Sorry you had to hear that."

My puzzled look causes her to say, "Oh my. I probably just said way too much."

"Uhm, I'm sorry I startled you. I hope you're okay."

"I'm sorry too Chase, and I'm okay. I'll let you get back to bed." She leaves me standing there alone, so I go back to my room and lay down. An hour or so goes by before I'm able to fall asleep again.

§ 4

With the dawn, I'm awake and out of bed by habit and ready to work, or to do something. I head downstairs to discover Jenni and Colt just about to leave. I help bring my brother's luggage to the car, assure Colt again that I'll watch out for everyone, then say goodbye.

As they drive away, I take in the view. Frost is covering the grass. The mornings are still cold this early in the spring.

As I enjoy the peace and serenity, I hear a door close somewhere behind the house, so I go investigate. Rounding the corner, I see Sienna walking towards the small barn where the horses are kept.

"Hey Sienna! Want some company?"

She turns around and says, "Sure. Come on." I catch up and follow her to the stables where she greets the horses by name.

"Have you ever cared for horses before?" she asks.

"No, I've never had the pleasure," I answer. "But I'm willing to learn."

Smiling as she carefully supervises, she walks me through the sequence of chores and lets me try my hand at each.

"This is kind of therapeutic," I say.

"I totally agree!" she says, her face lighting up. "I love being around horses, way more than simply riding them."

"Does Summer feel the same?"

"No," she answers. "She likes them well enough, and she's good with them, but for me, it's a passion. For her, it's more of a hobby."

"What is she passionate about?"

"That's easy. Boys."

"Boys?" I ask.

"Yeah, boys. That is, she would be if dad ever let her go out with any."

"So, he's strict?"

"Mmmm... More like controlling. He thinks all men are pigs and we should stay away from them."

"Wow. And how about you? Do you think all men are pigs too?" I ask her playfully.

She looks me in the eyes and says with all seriousness, "Some. Maybe most. But obviously not all of them. Like you for instance. I don't think you're a pig. You certainly don't act like one."

"You haven't known me very long," I counter.

"True," she admits, "but if you were a pig, I think you would have either solicited Summer when she walked in on you naked or at least embarrassed her at the dinner table."

I stare at her, blindsided.

She smiles, enjoying the look on my face. "We're twin sisters. Of course she told me. We share everything with each other." She turns around and heads for the door. I decide I will need to watch myself around that one.

As I push the door open to leave the barn, there's a loud thump as the door hits something, followed by a yelp and a splash. I quickly but carefully make my way out, fearing the worst.

My suspicions are confirmed when I see Sienna lying in a metal water trough, except she's not moving. As she slowly sinks, I quickly grab her limp body and pull her back above the surface. On her forehead is a large welt and she is out cold. Thankfully, she's still breathing.

I lift her out of the trough and carry her toward the house. By the time I reach the door, her body is shivering and her face is pale. Loudly, I kick the door and call for Summer, then gently set Sienna down on the floor of the open porch. She is soaked through, so I remove the light jacket she's wearing, knowing she will need to get dry and warm fast. By the time I remove my own dripping wet jacket though, there is still no sign of Summer, so I open the door then carefully pick Sienna up. As I enter the house, I call for Summer repeatedly as I bring Sienna upstairs to her room.

There's still no sign of Summer by the time I get there. I decide I can't waste anymore time, so I strip Sienna's wet clothes off and gently lay her in her bed. I pull the blankets up, then add a couple more on top for good measure. Then I quickly go change into dry clothes before I head downstairs to the freezer to get some ice for her forehead.

I gently hold the ice against the swollen lump on and off for half an hour while hoping the rest of her body is warming up. Eventually her eyes flutter open and she cries out in pain, reaching up to her forehead.

"Shhhhhh," I tell her quietly, stopping her hand before it reaches its target. Still holding her hand, I explain. "You have a nasty bump on your head. I know the ice hurts but it will keep the swelling down. Are you warm enough otherwise?"

She looks confused and says quietly, "Yeah, I suppose. What happened? How did I get here?"

"I accidentally knocked you out with the barn door. You fell in a trough full of water. I didn't want you to drown or freeze to death, so I brought you in the house and put you in bed to warm up."

"Ohhhhh my head," she moans.

"I know. I'm sorry. I feel terrible. You'll have a headache but I think you'll be fine in a couple days. It doesn't look too bad."

This is when she realizes she isn't wearing anything under the covers. "Where's Summer? Did she help you?"

"I'm not sure where Summer is," I reply, leaving her second question unanswered.

"How long was I out?"

"Less than an hour," I say, trying to sound positive. I remove the mostly melted ice pack from her forehead then stoop down to gather her wet clothes. "I'll be right back."

I hustle to the bathroom and toss the towel along with her wet clothes into the tub. After finding some painkillers in the medicine cabinet and getting a half a cup of water, I hustle back to her room. She is right where I left her.

After swallowing the painkillers, she says she is actually a little cold and asks me to find her pajamas, directing me to the appropriate drawer. I bring them to her and say, "I'll try to find Summer so she can help you put those on."

"See, I was right," she says quietly. "You're not a pig. A pig would have suggested he should put my clothes on for me."

I smile at her and start to get up, but she grabs hold of my wrist to stop me. "I don't need Summer to help me," she states.

"Okay, but I think I should stay close. I'll turn around while you change." Again, I begin to rise, but she stops me.

"No, I'd like you to help me. Summer wasn't here to help you undress me so you've already seen me naked. One more time won't hurt anything. Help me sit up."

I place my arm under her back as she places hers around my neck. Together, we get her into a sitting position. The covers fall down, exposing her breasts. Her nipples are stiff of course, and long. I turn my gaze away as I help her into her pajama top. That done, I ease her back down onto the bed.

"I think I can get these on you while you're still under the covers," I suggest, pulling the blankets and sheet up to expose her feet. I pull each leg opening over her feet and wiggle them up to her thighs.

"You're such a gentleman," she teases, then pushes the covers out of the way. I can't help but notice her cute little bush. She manages to pull her pajamas up the rest of the way on her own.