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The Steers.

Chapter 1.


Stephen rolled onto his side, awake, but not quite ready to be awake. The pleasure
of a long sleep trying to pull him back under. Trying unsuccessfully to stifle a
yawn, he reached out from under the covers and checked the time.

"9:30! - Fuck me! My mother must be dead!" He thought for a panicked second, then he
remembered that it was the first day of Christmas holidays. He had just finished
grade 11, next year was to be Stephens last year of school, before hopefully his
parents would allow him to spend a year or so overseas, doing just about anything.
Not that his Mom and Dad were against the idea, Stephen's Mother had travelled when
she had finished school, it was just that he had to keep his grades up. He wasn't
the worst student in the world, but sports occupied his mind 60% of the time.

He threw back the covers, sat up and stretched, yawning again this time on purpose.
Drawing in a great breath, feeling the last clutches of sleep leave him. As he
dropped his arms he looks towards the doorway to see his Mom, June, standing there,
a the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

"Hey kiddo!", she called, "'bout time you got up".
"Howzit Mom, How long you been standing there?".
"Not that long, thought you were never going to wake up!"
"Mom, It's only the first day of holiday!" Steve complained, it was friendly banter.
A routine that had been around since Steve could remember.
"Breakfast is ready" She called over her shoulder, walking away.

Stephen blinked, stood up and walked over to the cupboard, opening the door he
grabbed a pair of baggy shorts, his shoes and the T-shirt on the top of the pile,
opening the top draw of his cupboard he pulled out a pair of boxers. He walked down
the passage and into the bathroom. His younger brother Dave, fifteen, two years
younger than Stephen, came out of the bathroom door as Stephen was about to enter.

"Howzit bro" Stephen managed, "Lekker boet (nice brother)" came the standard SA
reply.

Stephen and Dave as far as brothers went, were not arch enemies as can be the case
in some families, they were not great friends either, there was something starting
to develop between them that could lead to a close brotherly bond in the years to
come. They were both monthly boarders at a well known private school, that catered
for kids that had an affinity towards sports, Stephen was a promising rugby player
while Dave, preferred Squash. As a result of the chosen sports Stephen was built
extremely well and was large for his age, while Dave had a lither physique.

Stephen stepped into the bathroom, dropped his sleeping shorts and turned to shower.
As he did he caught site of himself in the mirror. His body was well defined, with
very little body hair, striking a pose and pulling a tongue at himself in the
mirror. He burst out laughing.
"Don't take yourself too seriously kid" He heard his fathers voice in his head. "Bla
bla bla" his own mind answered. Although he tried to heed his fathers advice.

While in the shower he reached down clean his nether regions. Almost as soon as he
cupped his heavy scrotum and cock he felt it stiffen, "God," he thought, "How long
before I'm not a virgin any more!" Intending still only to clean, but clean well he
began to rub his now semi hard cock. "uhnnnn," he moaned as his hand began to move
faster and faster over his soap slick pole. Eyes closed and all thought of cleaning
absent from his mind his moved his hand faster and faster over his rock hard pole.
Forcing his eyes open he looked down at his manhood. Even from his point of view his
cock looked large and thick, taking his left hand he cupped his balls and squeezed
gently. Reaching the point of no return he heard a knock on the door.

"Stephen!, You still in the shower?" Called his Mom's voice through the door. Trying
to regain composure, he nodded his head! "Fat lot of help that is going to do" he
thought wryly.
"Stephen!?" The door handle turned and in walked his Mom. "Oh FUCK!!!!!!" His mind
screamed. The shower was in the corner of the bathroom with a clear glass wall all
the way around it. Although it was steamed up he was sure his mother could see his
jutting erection, "It's pretty fuck'en hard to miss" came his minds ironic reply. 

June stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she had entered the door. "I'm sorry... "
she blurted out. Stephen could not see her face so that he had no idea that her eyes
had just dropped to her sons rock hard cock.

"Uh, you didn't reply so I thought you were downstairs" She said, "I'm just going to
take the washing downstairs to the Au-pair, Aimee"
"Thanks Mom" Stephen called out in way of reply turning his back to the door.
Blushing furiously Stephen felt his hard pole start to soften. 

June walked down the stairs to the kitchen, her mind debating on having a chat with
Stephen about sex. She had had the chat, but that was before she had seen her sons
erection, it could lead to problems the first time, with a dick that size he could
end up hurting the first girl he slept with. June berated herself, having known that
her husband was well hung, she should have known that Stephen would be there or
thereabouts, but he was as big as Rob, at seventeen! She resolved to discuss it with
her husband when he got home that night." Not that there is any hurry." Her mind
reminded her, Stephen had just broken up with his girlfriend, he was not as upset as
June had thought he would be, she guessed that had just grown apart. "Thank the love
gods" June's mind added. Nobody in the family had liked Savana, she was beautiful,
but was still stuck in the I'm 15 and know everything phase. Personally June had
always thought of her as a cock tease, probably one of the main reasons why Stephen
was still a virgin.

In the kitchen she found Aimee, the 21 year old Au pair from England, although June
did not need an Au pair in the house she liked to have someone around to help out,
and as the Steer family lived close to a University, pretty much on campus really,
they always had a foreign boy or girl staying with them for a year or two while they
finished their degree's. Aimee was studying Marine biology, had a pretty face, big
brown eyes, a not to strong nose. Short cropped black hair. What Aimee had going
for her was a knock out body, although June looked good for here 42 years, great in
fact, Aimee had the type of body that only the young do, devoid of any wobbly bits,
Her 32c breasts stood firm and proud on her thin frame that had a narrow waist and 
full hips. "If only I was as young", June thought.   Aimee had only just started
working for the Steers, it was only her second week, but she and June where enjoying
each others company. She was friendly without being to familiar, she did her work 
load well, admittedly it was light, and would increase now that the boys where home, 
but June insisted that the boys help out all the Au pairs and she would help when she
had the chance.

Aimee, looked up and smiled, "Hi, June" She said in her English accent.
"Morning Aimee", responded June "God she must get up early to look that good"
June looked across to see Dave sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal, trying 
very hard, but not succeeding in staring a hole in Aimee's cute ass. If Aimee felt 
his stare she was not letting on, after all it was nice to be looked at even if it 
was by a 15 year old. June notched up another point for Aimee

June sat down and started eating her fruit salad, she was watching what she ate, 
she always had, and since she had a pretty young 21 year old in the house she had 
increased her workouts. She was a natural competitor and having someone around with 
such a hot body, motivated her to compete. The mornings breakfast carried on as 
normally as possible if not somewhat a bit awkward as David had to shift in his chair 
a few times. About half-way through his breakfast he jumped up and left the table.

"Excuse me!" Said June.
"Uh Ja, Sorry Mom, Excuse me" Came the reply blushing furiously David ran out the 
door.  June lifted an Eyebrow at Aimee, Aimee blushed in reply. She was not 
inappropriate clothes, but they definitely showed off her figure. 

"I'm sorry June" Aimee blushed, "I'll wear something more appropriate tomorrow". 
"Don't be silly Aimee" was all June could manage before she burst out laughing the 
picture of her son furiously wanking in the toilets, after catching her eldest son 
doing the same was almost to much for her to take. "Dave will get used to you in a 
day or so", she said to Aimee, and she quietly hoped he would to. "You have a great 
body, feel free so show it off" She offered with a touch of embarrassment. June was 
hoping she hadn't read the signs incorrectly but she still had to tread carefully.
Aimee blushed deepened she lowered her eyes and muttered "Thank You".