Chris And Jasper
Chris looked around gloomily. Here he was, once again, stuck in the middle of nowhere at his parents summer home. To make matters worse, he was expecting his cousin Jasper any minute now. Jasper, who he’d not seen since they were eleven, had volunteered to drive up to be with his cousin for the duration of the summer. That was at least another three weeks. And the thing that made it worse was that they were going to be alone! Chris’s parents had opted out this summer, but insisted that they bring him up here. Jaspers parents were just boring people who thought their son should get out more. What the hell was Chris supposed to do to keep Jasper entertained? The only thing that he could remember about Jasper was that he was a scrawny little kid who collected stamps. And although Chris was not that built himself, he wasn’t that bad to look at.
He was slight of frame, clear blue eyes, short brown hair and wire framed glasses that (he thought) made him look distinguished. If he remembered correctly, Jasper was short, skinny, blue eyes and blond hair who did nothing but talk about his stamp collection. Yeah! This was going to be a great fucking three weeks! Again, he asked himself, what were two seventeen year old boys, who had nothing in common, supposed to do to keep each other entertained? His thoughts were broken when he heard the sound of a car coming around the corner of the long and winding driveway that led to the house. As the beat up old station wagon appeared, Chris stood at the door and watched with mild disgust. The car came to a halt and the driver shut the engine off. The door opened and a young man about 6 ft. tall with long blond hair got out and stretched to his full height. As he stretched, Chris could see the hard flat stomach, and the bulging biceps on his once scrawny cousin. He said nothing. Apparently, Jasper didn’t see him because he walked to the back of the wagon, opened the hatch and pulled out two hefty gym bags. He slammed the hatch shut and walked to the house. As he approached the house, he looked up, spotted Chris and smiled broadly to reveal perfect white teeth.
“My God Chris!” He exclaimed. “Is that you?” He bounded up the steps and Chris stepped back as Jasper tossed the gym bags down, pulled the door open, and grabbed his cousin in a bear hug! “Ugh!” Chris grunted. “Do you mind please?” “Not at all,” his cousin laughed. “But I’ll only release you if you say hi.” “Alright, alright,” Chris complained. “Hi!” Laughing once more, Jasper released him, stood back and looked him over. “Gosh Chris you look great man! It’s been what? Five, six years?” “Six,” Chris mumbled. “Come on and I’ll show you where you sleep.”
Jasper looked with puzzlement at his cousins retreating . . . .
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