by LSF Publications
by Victor Easily
"Whelp, we're here," my father said as I pulled up to the small but quaint little house.
"Wow, this place literally looks exactly the same as the last time we were here," I said looking over the place. The tall grass, the old rickety wooden fence, the woodshed... it was just like I remembered it. Uncle Charlie really hadn't changed this place one damn bit. It was kind of nostalgic seeing everything just as it used to be.
It almost made it worth the painful ten hour drive I endured while Dad just slept away without a care in the world. Okay, to be fair he did drive a little, but only for like two hours. I couldn't really get too mad at him though. He was just so excited. He hadn't seen Uncle Charlie in God knows how long.
Since Mom had to work and Dad couldn't make the drive alone, he'd asked if I wanted to tag along. I jumped at the chance. It would be just like the good old days.
Now, Charlie wasn't my real uncle, he was just a close friend of my dad's. The two had been thick as thieves back in the day, and even when Dad moved away to the city he'd always made sure to come back and visit. He'd take me along with him too.
I used to love coming here when I was younger. I know waking up early to do farm work wasn't the first thought that came to mind when someone mentioned summer vacation, but I couldn't wait for it. It was hard work, and as a kid I could only do so much compared to Dad and Charlie, and I always went to bed tired. But working side by side with them always made me feel like a man.
Dad turned towards me and asked, "You ready, Vince?"
"Hell yeah," I answered excitedly.
We didn't even make it half way to the front door before it opened and Uncle Charlie stepped out.
"Simon! You old fat bastard! I thought you'd never get here!" he cheered.
"Charlie, you son of a bitch! Looking ugly as always," Dad shouted back. The two men walked towards each other and embraced in what could only be described as a man hug. "God I missed being out here! I already feel twenty years younger!"
Uncle Charlie just laughed and patted him on the back. Then he seemed to finally take notice of me. "Good God, is that little Vincent?! It can't be! Boy's shot up like a damn weed!" he said as he made his way over to me. "You sure caught up with your old man didn't you? How's it hanging, kiddo?"
I smirked at him. "I'm twenty years old Uncle Charlie. I'm not a kid anymore."
"Got that right. You're a grown ass man. You know your workload is doubling now, right?" he joked, lightly elbowing me. "Wait until Mabel gets a look at you."
My smirk vanished and I froze. Shit, how did I forget about Mabel? I was so excited about working on the farm again I'd barely given her a thought.
Mabel was Charlie's daughter, and the most annoying girl I had ever met. She was the only thing I didn't like about coming here when I was younger. She had always followed me around and bugged me about playing with her. Of course me being two years older than her, I had no interest in goofing around with a baby. Not when there was work to be done.
I would always try and avoid her, but she'd always find me and beg me to play house or something stupid like that. Dad would always make me go and play with her, at least whenever I wasn't doing farm work, and it was just as terrible for me as you'd imagine. That was until Uncle Charlie offered a much more satisfying solution, which was a spanking.
He gave me permission to put her over my knee anytime she interrupted work or pestered me for too long. It didn't stop her from chasing after me, but it sure did feel satisfying to smack her little bottom. Admittedly I might have abused my position a little. Sometimes I'd go and find her just to give her a spanking when I was bored. Other times I'd make her play something like tag or hide and seek, which was really just an excuse to chase her down and spank her.
She never complained to Uncle Charlie about it. Whether it was because she didn't think he would believe her or she was too scared of another spanking to do so, I didn't know.
But that was years ago. She wasn't a little girl anymore, and I doubt I'd have permission to spank her like in the good old days. Then again I probably wouldn't have to worry about it. She was eighteen now. She wouldn't be running after me like a lost puppy anymore, right?
Uncle Charlie chuckled. "Forgot about Mabel did ya?" he asked. "Well she didn't forget about you. Girl has been dying to see her favorite little playmate after all these years."
Shit. "Wow, that's... awesome."
Dad put his arm around my shoulder. "Oh don't be like that. You should be glad she even wants to spend any time with you at all. With the way you used to tan her hide I'm surprised she wasn't running for the hills when she heard you were coming."
"That girl needed it. Still does if you ask me. Feel free to pick up where you left off with her, Vincent," Charlie said as he turned back towards the house.
I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. I assumed it was the former. There was no way he was really going to let me put his grown daughter over my knee anymore.
"Hey Mabel, get out here! Company's arrived," yelled Charlie.
A few seconds later I heard footsteps coming, and I inwardly sighed. I was not ready for this. I wanted to come and relive all the good times, not be followed around by a skinny scraggly mop topped little... okay, maybe I was wrong.
I don't know who the hell it was that stepped out of that house, but it wasn't Mabel. Mabel was a tomboyish little runt with missing teeth who had dirty messy hair. The person who walked out of the house was a blonde bombshell.
She had long blonde hair that flowed down to her waist, bright blue eyes, curves in all the right places, and a slim sexy figure. And boy was she doing the farmer girl look some justice. She was only wearing some jean shorts, a t-shirt, a flannel jacket, and some boots, but the clothes still managed to show off her figure.
"You can pick your jaw up off the floor now boy," Dad said, snapping me out of my daze.
Mabel offered a wave. "Hey Uncle Simon. Hey Vince," she said smiling at me. Damn it, she knew. She had to know exactly what was going through my mind right now. Seriously, how did such a runt turn into this absolute babe? "It's been a while."
"Clearly," I said, still looking her up and down. "A very long while."
She smiled and nervously looked down at her feet, but I could see a light blush on her face.
Uncle Charlie let out a hearty chuckle. "Alright you two, you can gawk at each other later. Mabel, why don't you show Vincent to his room, huh?"
"Alright Daddy. C'mon," she said, gesturing for me to follow. I didn't need to be told twice. Old memories be damned, I'd follow that figure anywhere. I grabbed my duffle bag from the car and went after her. I could hear Charlie and Dad laughing behind me, but I didn't care.
Mabel led me upstairs and down the hall towards the guest room. As she walked I couldn't help but linger on her behind as it swayed from side to side. It was so shapely. Nice and round. I couldn't help but think how great it would feel to be able to spank it now. "You like what you see?" she asked looking over her shoulder.
I flinched, caught red handed. "I... yeah, I was totally staring. I just... God woman, how the hell did you turn out like this? You were such a gangly little thing last time I saw you."
"I was twelve the last time you saw me," she pointed out. "And you weren't exactly easy on the eyes yourself. What happened to that big gap you had in your front teeth?"
"Braces," I answered with a grumble. I did not want to remember those years of my life. "And I'll have you know I was always a stud. I was handsome enough for you to keep following me around all the time."
She scoffed at me. "What? That wasn't it and you know it. I didn't have anyone else to play with, I was desperate. Desperate enough to keep on trying to make nice with a big bully like you," she said as she opened the door to the guest room.
"Uh, excuse me? I was not a bully," I argued.
"You were totally a bully," she said rolling her eyes. "You think I forgot about you always spanking me every chance you got. All I wanted to do was play with you, and you tanned my hide just for kicks. You're lucky I never told Daddy on you, otherwise you might have been the one getting spanked for once."
"I only spanked you because you kept following me around and bugging me. Everywhere I went you were right there nagging the hell out of me. Even during work," I countered. "Besides, I did play with you sometimes. Remember when we played hide and seek? Tag?"
She looked totally embarrassed, and for a second she turned back into that gangly little girl who was always shadowing me. "Games where you chased me down and spanked me don't count," she muttered.
"They do to me. But hey, don't do anything bad and I won't have to spank you."
The smirk returned to her face. "Something tells me our definitions of being bad are very different. But I'll try and be a good girl while you're here," she said before walking out.
I raised an eyebrow as she made her exit. Well, she had grown and was a bit shyer than I remembered, but if it was going to be this little minx following me around all weekend then I didn't mind in the least.
The next few days had been great. I got to relive the highlight of my childhood, only better. We worked on the farm, went fishing, and camped out in the back yard. Only this time around I wasn't pretending to be one of the men, I was one. Dad and Charlie let me tackle some of the more difficult jobs, and they didn't have to filter themselves around me anymore. Cursing and dirty jokes were let loose this time around.
Mabel followed me around just like when we were kids. Only this time it was different. She wasn't pestering me to play with her, she was just sitting there and watching me work. Whenever I got tired she was always there with a glass of cold water or lemonade, and whenever I'd forget something in the house or shed she'd run and fetch it for me.
When I wasn't working we talked. We caught up about what happened over the years; about school and our future plans. She was graduating this year and joked about going to the same college as me. I joked back about how I'd spank her there, which got her all flustered.
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