1. The Summer of '93


    Date: 8/17/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: BethanyFrasier, Source: LushStories

    The rain had ended sometime in the night before I woke up, and I remembered what Tharyn had once told me about fireworks making it rain. 'C'mon,' I'd thought. My older sister was notorious for seeming pedantic, but I guess she was right. Something about the dust particles in the atmosphere. The rain had left the early Monday morning deceptively cool, but it was July, and I knew it would soon turn into another scorcher. It was just after dawn, and I had mucked the stalls and pulled off a fresh flake of hay for each of the horses we boarded in our stable. My own brown quarter-horse, Thunder was under the overhanging bay of the hay-mow waiting for me to finish up scrubbing the water-buckets. Pip never cleaned them properly, and the hot summer temperatures would encourage algae to bloom in the horses’ drinking water if I didn’t do it. From the look of the stalls, she hadn’t done a very good job mucking them the previous day either. She’d deny it of course, and we’d only get into another argument if I told mom. Dad would defend her as usual. It was the day after Independence Day, 1993, and the celebrations in the village had concluded the night before with the big fireworks show my family sponsored, and had every year since I was a little girl. My twin and I had taken turns over the weekend sitting over the dunk-tank at the street-fair, waiting for guys to throw baseballs at the target-lever and dump us into the water tank to raise money for the Kiwanis Club. My older sister ...
    Tharyn had to do it for years, but since Pip and I had boobs now, she decided we were old enough to take over the job, so we weren’t really volunteers. We were conscripted! After taking a few plunges into the cold water, Pip decided she didn’t like it much, and said next year I could do it alone. I didn’t mind. I had as much fun doing it as the boys did watching me coming up from the tank soaking wet! Everything was settling down to normal again after the four-day street-fair in the village had folded up, and maybe that sense of calm had given me a false feeling of safety, or maybe it was all the attention I’d gotten over the weekend that encouraged me to be more daring, but it was while I was feeding the horses that I decided this was the day. No one usually came out to the farm to ride that early on a Monday, and my sisters would still be asleep, so today was the day I was going to go through with it! I thought about riding out to the rear pasture bareback, but then had second thoughts. I was comfortable riding Thunder without a saddle, but this would be quite a different experience, and I decided for what I had planned, I’d better see how it went with a saddle first. I slung my heavy western saddle off the fence-rail onto his pad, dropped his girth cinch, and thumped his ribs so he’d quit trying to hold his breath while I pulled the cinches tight. The trouble with a smart horse is that they’re always trying to outsmart you by expanding their lungs while you tighten their ...
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