Boys Will Be Boys

He had hopes that she liked him, at least. Well, some of his female friends had said she was interested in him, so there was that. But whatever happened he would have at least taken the chance with her, and gotten to take that chance. His stomach fluttered, nervous as hell and he wasn't even at the party yet, but it was a good kind of feeling. He was excited and looking forward to what was ahead over the next four days. He had been looking forward to it for weeks now.

That was why, despite having walked as fast as he could, and yes being almost an hour late, Casey was struck by the empty driveway as he made his way down his road and walked up to his house. Sitting outside the house were his bags but his father's truck and the rest of his family were nowhere to be seen. For a moment the eighteen-year-old stood confused before reaching for his phone and dialling his father's mobile.

After a few rings the phone was picked up and Casey could hear the familiar sounds of driving with the windows open.

"Hey slowcoach!" Casey's father upbeatly greeted him as he answered the call

"Hey dad, where are you?" Casey asked confusedly as he looked from his bags to the empty driveway again

"On the way to the lake as planned" Casey's father replied chippily, "We waited for you, but figured you weren't coming when you took so long." He added with what Casey could only describe as amusement.

"What?? But dad, I'm here!" Casey almost cried out before glancing at his watch at how late he was. "Why didn't you wait for me? I was on my way!"

"We did wait for you. And you knew what time we were leaving, Case. I've told you before about being on time. You'll have to get a ride with one of your friends or catch the buses." His father replied with definite amusement, clearly finding the whole situation one big joke. Casey would have too if it had been one of his brothers who had been the butt of this joke rather than him.

Staring wide-eyed the eighteen year old gaped at his father down the phone. They had left him? Sure he was super late and he had known what time they were leaving, and that his dad had plans that meant they had to be on time, but still! His father had actually driven off to the lake without him, taking his brothers who no doubt found this whole thing funny and like they had once more gotten another one over him.

"But dad..." Casey began only to have his father cut him off

"No but's Casey, I told you I wouldn't wait" His father replied good-humouredly, sounding upbeat as he added, "So now you'll have to find your own way here if you want to come. But you'll miss the boat ride anyhow. Guess you'll learn to be on time next time. I'll save you some beers though."

With a small, amused laugh Casey's father hung up leaving Casey to stand in the driveway sputtering as he stared at his phone in his hand. His father had left him there! And he sounded as amused by it as Casey's brothers no doubt were! Oh his father hadn't sounded vindictive at all, only playful and like this was all one big joke. That was his father's way -- even when he took things too far he thought it was all just a joke. But right then Casey could not believe it.

Sure he was late. Really late. And fair enough he had heard his father joke about leaving him if he didn't get there on time. And sure he had other ways to get to the lake -- he hoped! -- but this was supposed to be a family weekend as well as a party weekend. And he alone out of his brothers had been left behind! And they were all laughing about it! Casey had been super stoked about the whole weekend and now here he was stuck at home while his father and brothers thought it one big joke!

Feeling in shock Casey stood staring up the empty road for a few minutes, almost as if he would see his father drive back and tell him to get in, that the joke had been hilarious but he was there after all. But the road remained empty. This was taking a joke too far!

Finally, after shaking himself out of his stupor, Casey turned toward the front door and headed into the relative coolness of the house as he almost numbly typed in his friends' phone numbers and tried to figure a way out of this mess.

He would so need to figure a way back at his father, and brothers!, for this.

...Little did the strapping eighteen-year-old know just how perfectly he was going to get back at all three of them. And thanks to his father at that.

- - -

Holly walked quickly into her and Chris' bedroom trying to get the feel of Pete's eyes off of her before padding in to the en-suite and turning on the shower, making sure to switch it to cool. Letting the thin robe and nightgown drop to the floor the beautiful 38-year-old mother stepped into the chilling water and let out a sigh of relief. The water was cold against her heated skin and for a moment the chill took her breath away and then all that was left was bliss. Pure cool bliss in the midst of the heat that Holly could still feel beating against the outside of the shower.

The cool water ran over her silky smooth skin, flowing coldly over her voluptuous 34DD breasts and instantly spiking her nipples hard, over her smooth, flat stomach, and down her slender, sensuous legs. For a long moment all the hot wife could do was lean her head back and stare up at the falling water as it coursed all over her and soaked her back into the most perfect temperature.

Holly had no idea how long she stood there for, just basking in the feel of the cold water, but it was her husband's voice calling out to her that finally stirred her.

"Going now, honey. I'll see you Monday afternoon!" Chris called through from downstairs and Holly wiped the water from her face before she called back.

"Ok. Have a safe trip. Have fun! Love you!" She yelled back from the shower, not sure whether Chris had heard until he yelled 'love you too' back up the stairs.

The familiar sound of the door slamming shut followed by the low hum of the truck moving off was all Holly heard as she relished the feel of the water washing through her long, dark brown hair and snaking down her back and tight ass.

Losing herself in the coolness of the water once more Holly just gently moved around beneath the falling stream, letting the cold liquid cascade over her and cool every inch of her delectable body for what seemed like an hour. Finally she reached for the shower gel and began to clean herself, running her hands over her full breasts, taut stomach, running them down over her long legs, cupping her ass, and reaching up to curl her hair up as she arched her back and let the water run down her neck and body. After that her hair was sudded up with shampoo as she alternated leaning over to wash her long hair out and standing straight as she leaned back slightly, arching her chest out sexily. Finally, however, the beautiful mother of three reluctantly turned toward the nobs and turned them so that the water stopped falling over her and stepped out of the shower.

The heat of the day was like a wall that Holly walked into as she stepped from the coolness of the shower out into the en-suite. Already her body felt like it was drying just from the warmth as she stood dripping naked and reached for a towel. Drying herself off Holly tied the towel around her as she padded through into the bedroom. The towel felt like a fur coat in the heat of the day and Holly couldn't wait to get it off. She was almost tempted to walk around naked -- no one was home, after all -- but the memory of Pervy Pete's eyes and his promise to 'keep an eye on her' were still too vivid in her mind for that.

And so Holly walked over to the wardrobe and looked for the coolest thing she could find. Finally after a lot of searching and trying things on, all of which were discarded as too hot, Holly fastened up her white lace bra after she pulled on her matching underwear, then stepped into a tight pair of cut-off denim shorts that clung to her ass but were cut so high up they were almost a bikini bottom, and finally pulled on a baggy, very thin so it was almost see-through white top that hung from her breasts but was super cool and could be tied up to reveal her stomach later if it got too hot.

Tying her hair up in a ponytail to try to do away with some more of the heat, Holly picked up the towel and threw it in the wash bin before tidying up the rest of her clothes. Looking in the mirror she brushed her skin with just a little light makeup and adjusted her hair before she headed downstairs and into the kitchen.

Relaxing at the calming sounds of the gently stirring breeze amidst the heat of the gloriously sunny day, Holly let out a deep breath as she walked to get some juice from the fridge. Today was going to be a perfect day. Peaceful and relaxing. Just what Holly needed. And for the whole weekend as well! The beautiful brunette couldn't wait. Pouring herself her glass she placed it on the counter as she leaned against it and just enjoyed the sight out the back window. All was perfect and still. Just like it would be for four perfect days.

"Mom?"

The voice was so sudden and unexpected that Holly jumped where she stood before she spun around. The attractive mother had only a heartbeat to recognise Casey's face when the sound of a glass smashing at her feet from where she jumped startled made her look down. Orange juice spilled everywhere amongst the glass, luckily none of either had gone on Holly's bare feet, and Holly quickly looked from the mess up at her son, her heart racing in her chest.

"Casey?" She asked without thinking, before adding a little more confusedly, "I thought you had gone with your father?"

Casey looked down at the glass and then back up at her before he answered.

"They left without me. I only just got back." He replied sounding as if his mind were elsewhere for a moment as he kept his eyes firmly on hers.

"Wh...?" Holly began, glancing down at the broken glass once more as her heart still pounded in her chest, before she forgot what she had been about to ask as what he said hit home. "He left without you?"

"Yep. Thought it would be funny." Casey answered as his eyes slowly dropped to the glass again before looking back up at her.

"What...? One second..." Holly replied as she stepped carefully around the glass and reached for the bin, her mind swirling from her startlement only slowly began to calm down as she squatted down to begin picking up the glass shards. "He left without you?" She repeated, "I don't understand. I thought you went with him. He called out that you were going."

Holly's mind was fuzzy but she was sure Chris had said that Casey was there and they were going now when he had called up to her in the shower. Had he not? Had she just imagined that because he had said they were leaving and she had naturally thought that Casey must have been there then?

Leaning down to help her pick up the glass pieces Casey quickly raised his eyes to hers as his cheeks reddened slightly. He must have felt embarrassed at not helping her sooner. Holly had no idea it was because of the way her top hung as she almost knelt down to reach for the broken shards.

"I was late. By the time I got here dad was gone. He seemed to find it funny. Said I would have to get a ride with someone else seeing as I couldn't make it on time" Casey responded almost forlornly as he put his phone away and picked up some glass. "Sorry I scared you."

"No need to be sorry. I just hadn't expected anyone to be home." Holly replied with a small, comforting smile as she processed everything and her brain finally started to calm down. Chris had left Casey on his own because he was late? He had joked about it the night before and that morning but she had never thought he would do it. What had come over him? And to think it was funny. "I'm sorry your dad left without you. I don't know why he would." Holly replied as she straightened and set the bin back before heading over to pick up the mop. "Did you manage to get a ride with one of your friends?"

"Not yet. They're all either on their way or haven't answered. Hope I can soon." Casey replied as he stood back up while Holly mopped the floor over. "I was looking forward to this weekend."

Holly gave her son a gentle shoulder rub at that as she finished up and propped the mop back in its place.

"I will have a word with your father." She promised feeling a little annoyed at Chris for leaving their son. How could he do that? Even if he thought it was funny? They're playfulness was going to put them in a situation where there was no going back from if they continued. "But you'll get there, right?"

"I don't know" Casey replied almost dejectedly, "The buses are full and if I can't get in touch with anyone before tonight I won't be able to get there. It just sucks."

Holly gave her son a consoling look, once more that feeling of annoyance flared up at her husband, before she rubbed his shoulder once more comfortingly.

"We'll sort something out. Go and try to call everyone again and I will speak with your dad. We'll see what he has to say" She told him, trying her best to be as encouraging as possible.

With a glum nod Casey took out his phone again and walked back through to the lounge. Holly watched him go before reaching for the phone and dialling her husband. A few seconds later the phone picked up and her cheerful, ever-loving Chris lightly answered.

"Hey baby," Holly's husband jovially said to her, "What's up? I thought you'd be out sunning yourself and not thinking of little ol' me?"

"Well I was going to until our son walked in. You think you might have forgotten something?" She replied with a questioning sternness mixed with her love.

"Wha...Oh, you mean Casey?" Chris asked, sounding a little confused at first and then back to his normal playful self.

"Who else would I mean, unless you left another one of our sons here" She replied with a little firmness to her voice as she walked over to the refrigerator to grab herself another glass of juice. "Casey says you left him here?!"

"Now hold on there, Hol, the kid was really late and to be fair I did tell him yesterday what would happen if he wasn't here on time." Chris responded with warmth and a smile she could even hear on the phone, "Plus I'm just messing with him. He knows he can get another ride"

"And if he can't?" She asked as she poured the juice and replaced the carton in the fridge, "He didn't seem so sure."

"Then it'll teach him what the consequences are for not being on time. He's a big kid, he'll get over it." Chris replied with his normal sense of humour. In fact, he almost seemed on the edge of laughter. To him this was probably all part of his normal 'messing about' thing. It probably seemed that way to Kayden and Reilly as well.

"Oh that's a fine way of teaching him." Holly responded sarcastically, adding as she walked back to the stool and sat, "You know one day your playing around is going to back fire on you, Christopher Clarke. Our son may not find it as funny as you."

"He'll get over it. He's a big kid now. Besides, just tell him you'll make it up to him." Her husband replied without any sense of joking around, at least in what he meant. He still sounded like he was about to break out into laughter at any second.

For a moment Holly only gaped as she looked at the phone, then put it back to her ear.

"Me? Oh, no, you'll be the one to make it up to him. This was your sense of a joke, mister." She replied almost aghast.

"Aww, come on, Hol, you know me, I'm just playing the kid up. But it will teach him a lesson. Bet he won't be late again." Her husband responded with his winning charm and Holly couldn't help but smile to herself a little. She could see the funny side of what Chris had done but he had still taken it too far. It would be down to her to smooth it over though. It always was. Chris was just too winning for his own good sometimes.

"Fine. But you better hope he gets a ride with his friends. He didn't seem too happy about missing out on this weekend" She warned her husband as she sipped her juice.

"Just make sure it's something worth his while. He'll forget about it then." Chris replied, before adding almost hurriedly, "Got to go, love, coming up to the tunnel so will lose signal. I'll call you later."

With that Holly's husband blew her a kiss before hanging up. The beautiful brunette sighed into the phone before she placed it on the counter, whispering to the air what she thought of Chris right at that moment. She couldn't believe that he had left Casey behind as a joke! Well, she could...it was the kind of thing that Chris would do and find funny, not thinking of how it might not be taken that way by others. But still.

Holly was washing her glass up and putting it away when Casey came back into the kitchen looking as glum as earlier.

- - -

Casey turned the corner into the kitchen and for a moment, again, the despair and gloom that he felt about his morning and the upcoming weekend vanished as he was met with the image of his mother stretching to put a glass away in the cupboard. Her tight body looked lustrous in the thin, loose top that she had on, a top that drooped as she bent over and gave him a wondrous glimpse of her white-bra clad tits, and with the short shorts that showed off her legs and firm ass to perfection.

Fuck but she looked hot! And Casey didn't mind admitting that! Not at all. He had always noticed how attractive his mother was but over the years since he had started noticing girls he had not been able to help but notice just how sexy his mother actually was. And that had turned into a desire that he would have thought strange and wrong if he hadn't known that it was perfectly normal, and that he couldn't help but notice when there was a gorgeous woman in front of him whether she was related to him or not!

But today of all days his mother looked stunning. Maybe it was because of how much her shorts didn't cover or the way her top was see-through, or just how she had dressed in general because of the heat, but she looked perfect. From the way her long brown hair fell down her back in its ponytail to the colour and smoothness of her skin. And then there was how her curves pushed against her clothes just so as she leaned forward and up to put the glass away. Fuck but she was mouth-wateringly stunning! He had thought that as he had been cleaning up the glass with her and her top slipped forward, giving him a perfect view at her bra-clad breasts. Fuck but his father was a lucky guy. If Casey had ever been able to get a woman that hot to be with him he would never be out of bed with her!

Of course the eighteen-year-old knew that nothing was ever going to happen but that didn't mean he couldn't fantasize or that he didn't get a raging boner every time he saw his mother looking stupidly sexy like today. He could just enjoy the view and his thoughts...and boy did he have a lot of dirty thoughts as he stood for a moment transfixed by the sight before him...before being called back into reality.

Thinking of reality suddenly jerked the horny eighteen-year-old's mind back from his hot mother and made him think of what had just happened. Then the gloominess settled back in and Casey forgot all about how much of a knockout his mother was as he just saw her as his mother again.

"Oh, hey honey." His mother said with slight concern in her melodious voice as she shut the cupboard door and turned to look at him, dropping back to her heels, "Did you manage to sort anything out?" She asked as she brushed hair from her eyes and came to lean against the counter top.

Shaking his head Casey padded into the room and moperly took a seat on the stool in front of the counter.

"No." He answered gloomily, "Everyone either didn't pick up as they were driving, had full cars, or had already left."