New School Blues

By: John Bowling
(© 2011-2012 by the author)

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Chapter 3 

"Where am I?"

"In the hospital in Lakewood, Iowa."

"We found you by some old railroad tracks."

"Sorry if I don't remember things."

"Do you remember your name?"

"Yeah, Dave."

"Dave? Do you know Doug Klien?"

"He's my twin brother."

"Where did you go to school?"

"Oskaloosa."

"How about the date?"

"Ah… September… 2011?"

---- And now, Chapter 3 ----

We continued to talk, telling Dave where we found him, until the dinner delivery orderly brought in his dinner.

"Sorry to interrupt, but it is time for your dinner, Dave." The young man looked at the meal delivery order, and then glanced up at him. He looked bewildered. "Doug? I thought you were in 348?"

"Is that Doug Klien in 348?" Greg asked him.

"I think so, yes, he is on the list, and they look just alike."

"Dave, enjoy your dinner while I check this out. If your twin is here, do you want me to tell him?" Greg asked.

"Yes, and have them move him here with me, if that is possible."

I  wanted to go with Greg, and Jim volunteered to stay. He was the best one of us to find out what happened, knowing the farm area much better. We got directions from the floor nurse at the desk, and walked to the other wing. Locating the room, we walked in the open door. Doctor Martin was there with him.

"Please excuse the interruption, but are you Dave Klein’s twin brother? He looks just like you."

"Yes, do you know where he is?"

"We found him buried, but still alive”, Greg told him. “He had been hit in the back of the head. He's now in room 174 with my cousin, alive, but still potentially critical, according to his doctor."

Doctor Martin asked: "Where was the blow to the head?"

Greg pointed to where it was on Mike's head, showing him.

"Doug, is that where you felt the pain?"

"Yes."

"As I suspected, finding no physical evidence for you, and now discovering that you have an identical twin, you are feeling sympathetic pain. That is a rare situation but can seem real."

"Doctor, is it possible for him to be moved to his brother's room?"

"Certainly. We can do no more for him, here, other than order a psychological evaluation, which we will not need, now. I will prepare to release him, and he can spend the remainder of the time with his brother."

"Doug, did you also have some trouble breathing?"

"Yea, I did, but not any more. That pain in the back of the head is just a dull throb now. Oh, man. If I went through all that for Dave, I'm going to give him all kinds of harassment! Doc, please move me to his room?"

"Just so you can harass him? Don't forget he really went through it, himself, and could have died, and he is not fully recovered yet. If you want to be there for him, and not upset him, I'll let you."

"Doug, we're going back to Dave's room for now, we will see you later."

We walked back. Dave had finished his dinner, and was having a conversation with Jim.

"Dave, we just spoke with Doug. Man, we gotta have a way to tell you guys apart, and I don't mean some birthmark in a private spot. They are going to bring him down here and he will be released, soon."

"How about I'm the best looking, smartest, strongest, most out going, best joke teller…" The door opened, and in walked Doug with a nurse.

"Yup, a line of bull from the sickie. Do I have to slap you to make you behave?" Doug asked Dave as he walked in.

"That only works when I'm doing you… Oops.”

"Hey bro, it's OK, these two guys are partners as well. I sense their vibes, even if they won't admit it, so we can be ourselves and out around them."

"Damn, now I'm surrounded. Kissing twins, this time, at least it would be somewhat more normal if they were kissing cousins. I wonder if it's communicable? Stay over there, Greg. I don't want to know!" Jim said, and then walked down the hall to the bathroom. When he came back, he said: "The Sheriff just got off the elevator, so behave."

Sheriff McGuire walked in. "Am I seeing double?"

"They are twins, Doug and Dave. And, by the way, the guy who was buried, and is now lying on the bed is Dave."

"Good, now we don't have to search for Doug. Was it your backpack with the ID in it?"

"Yea, I have a backpack, but I don't know where it got lost."

"Are you able to tell us what happened?"

"I had gone out in the morning to get some things in town, and suddenly got this intense pain in the back of my head. Apparently I collapsed and they brought me here." Doug told them.

"How about you, Dave?"

"I heard some noises, people talking, a couple of hours after Doug left, so I stepped out of that cellar thing we were living in. I noticed movement just before I saw stars. I didn't see anyone."

"Did you recognize the voices, or see anything suspicious?"

Just then Sheriff McGuire got a call on his cell phone. He stepped out of the room. The call included several surveillance pictures that were in the area around the rail cellar, and a couple showing Dave getting hit and then being buried. A few more showed the two guys who were in the area, leaving. He stepped back into the room.

"Guys, I have some recent information that can help us solve this case. I'm going to have to go into the office. I may need to ask more questions later.

"Doug, here is your ID back. It looks like you twins will be 18 in a couple of months. Normally, CPS would investigate and see that you are in a proper home. I will have to inform them about you. They will not do anything other than let your parents know where you are. By the time they investigate, you'll be too old for anything else. Do you have a place you can stay? I can't let you use that cellar, now."

"Sheriff, we have three or four different homes that could be available. We'll check with our assorted parents and see what we can do for them." Greg offered.

"Good. I'll let Alice at the diner know, when I have some information."

The Sheriff left.

"All right, twinkies, and by that I mean Doug and Dave, the twin-kies."

"I'm Mike Vargan, and I just moved here with my parents about a week ago into a three bedroom house in town. Greg and I got into a verbal sparring match in school, and got off on the wrong foot. Hottie here was ignoring me, and I had to find my way around the school by myself. We had words, but I'm soon going to make it up with him." With that said, Greg pushed me aside and began.

"I'm Greg Cooper, the soon to be his better half. I'll forgive him for being an angry grouch, and let him feel just how nice make up can be. I've lived here all my life. My parents' house is, well, a show place you don't dare mess up. No fun! And I avoid it as much as possible."

"I'm Jim Hennesey, Greg's cousin. And no kissing, there, my girlfriend would kill me. I live in the farm house near the tracks and the cellar."

"So we get our choice of the warring, wedded wan-ta-bees and a country hick cowpoke?"

"Now that you've got that all wrong, got a preference? Oh, and there may be another potential place. Alice and Bill Turner, who own the diner in the old train dining car by the highway, have a spare room right now."

"Is there a none of the above?"

"Nope, not even in politics. How about if we take you around to each house, once Dave get's released from this recovery cell. By the way, Dave, do you think you'll be ready to tromp around looking at the places in a few days?"

"Maybe, I still have some pain, and there's this nagging feeling of not being able to breath."

"When I feel you are ready to leave, I'll let you know. And we need to look further at your breathing before then. And Doctor Cooper will see you about that injury tomorrow." Doctor Kenyon informed Dave.

"Is Doctor Cooper related to Greg?"

"She's my mother, a Neurologist and a Psychiatrist, so she's an all around head shrink." Greg kidded Dave.

I walked over to Greg and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "D & D, we're going to head out, now that we know you will survive. We have some making up to complete."

"Does that mean you are, finally, willing to be nice?" Greg turned so we were facing each other, and demonstrated a standing cuddle jail, his muscular arms wrapped around me.

"Hmmm… Nice and tight, just how I like it. Guys, we are going to get lunch and talk to Alice at the diner. You are coming, aren't you?"

"I hope so, hot stuff. Or should we wait until after the wedding?"

"Not for lunch and dessert!"

"Will they let us have dessert here?" Doug asked, reaching his arm out to Dave.

Jeff piped up with: "It's time for me to vacate the premises. Way, way, way TMI. I've got a young lady to enjoy dessert with."

"That TMI goes both ways, you know. We are out of here. See you two soon." Both Kleins had tents showing, and our cuddle jail managed to partially hide a couple of more.

The three locals said their goodbys and wished them a speedy recovery. Back at the ranch, there was yellow tape around the railroad fence. They got up to the house, and went to their own car.

"Ewww, kissing twins!"

"I'll bet they do a lot more than just kiss!"

"TMI!"

"Later, we have more to do, right now."

"Greg, Jeff sure has an imagination. What we are preparing to do now is nothing more than what he and Vicki would normally do."

"What we do is normal, what you two do is, well, weird."

"Perhaps we should show this country hick cowpoke what real sex is all about."

"No way! Even seeing you guys kiss is weird."

Greg and I headed back to the diner while Jeff went into the house.

"Jeff is a good guy, even if he is straight."

"Yeah, he's my favorite cousin. When I was twelve and he was eleven, we were wrestling and he had me in his version of the cuddle jail. He was stronger than me, even back then. I got hard when he squeezed me."

"Wrestling cousins? I'm assuming he didn't like your getting all sexy on him."

"No, but I did, even though we never wrestled after that. After lunch, we are going to wrestle!"

"Am I ready for that? Wrestle with a hunky, horny, hottie? Wow!" I had my hand in Greg's lap. His cock was as hard as it could get, and nicely sized. Greg pulled off into a field and we got out.

"Let's have dessert now, or I'll have a wreak if I drive like that."

I was down on my knees quickly, opened up Greg's pants and took them down as I met the rising need with my own version of a cuddle jail, tongue wrapped around the hard shaft. It took very little coaching, given the last frustrating week, for Greg to release a dam and flood my mouth. I managed to swallow a decent amount, but some of it escaped and covered my cheeks and chin.

“Drown me, will you? I guess I deserve it for how I've been.”

“Yea, and I intend to treat you to dessert, a lot. Now where's mine?”

“What? You're still in the dog house!”

“Not after what you just did, now, do I have to…”

“I have to confess that I was so turned on by that, that mine is all over the ground.”

“Why you little…” Greg grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up, holding me while he enveloped my softening shaft with his mouth and made it stiffen again. He managed, with some manipulation, to get another load from me.

“'Bout time! Feeling your muscles working gets me every time.”

“I'll remember that next time you play hard to get! No cheating me out of the good stuff! Now, let's put ourselves back together and go get lunch. We've got some work to do after that.”

We made our way back to the diner and spoke with Alice, telling her about the twins. She smiled and murmured a few times, as if she knew something but wasn't telling. We did mention that the twins would need a place to stay for a while, and said we would speak with our parents.

"Well, guys, I have a spare bedroom, right now, while Stan, aka Tramp is off wandering and wondering. I just don't know when he might return. He has occasionally dropped off some dirty clothes, and taken clean ones with him, with just a Hi/Bye note. And a few days ago, his digital camera wasn't on the shelf where he usually keeps it."

"At least, that way, you know he's not in any trouble."

"Yes, thank God. Though, with my 'mother instinct', I have to wonder about him, even if I don't worry.

"So, when the twins are released, bring them in and I'll treat you all to good dinners on the diner. Jim, too, even if he is 'that way'."

"See, Mike, Alice is a hoot. My dad keeps comparing her to the Flo on the Alice TV show back in 1976 to 1985. I've even heard her say 'Kiss my grits!', even though this is a long ways from Phoenix."

"Well, kiss my grits! And if you guys don't start behaving, grits will be all you get for food around here!"

"Gotcha. It'll be Mike who miss-behaves."

"With a lot of Greg's help and instigation. And I will not 'Ms.' behave."

"OK, guys, I've got lots of lunch customers, so go behave, Ms. or not, you two."

We smiled and took off, laughing. Back in the car, Greg said:

"My little bro, Steven, wants me to take him and a few friends on a camping and fishing trip next weekend. Want to go sleep with me out in the wilds?"

"Sleep? In the wilds?"

"At least as wilds as a state camp grounds will let us. We would have to be quiet. Bro and friends will be in another tent. The Lake Keomah State Park is east of Oskaloosa where William Penn University is located."

"Wasn't Doug’s ID card from the high school there?"

"Sure was. Dave probably went there as well. They might want to go along with us."

"Yea, if Dave is recovered enough."

"If you keep stacking up the fun times around here, I may have to stay for a while. Maybe even let you show me around school!"

"Only if you let me have my fun with the cutest hottie."

"Only if you promise to 'Miss' behave."

"One of these days, pow! Right in the kisser!"

"What????"

"My Grandad used to say that for a laugh. Jackie Gleason said it a lot on the Honeymooners TV show." I then went in close and powed his kisser with my lips. Then, after we broke apart:

"I have something we should check out this afternoon, my Dad's new Internet office and warehouse. They are about finished with the minor renovations to the warehouse."

To be continued...

---- Author's Notes ----

In Chapter 2, I mentioned that Stan Turner's father, Bill Turner, was a factory worker doing carpentry and then I had him at the Diner making breakfast. He loves to work at the Diner on his days off from the factory.

Also, I am tossing out clues about things to come later, and the plot is really thickening.

Editor's Notes: Oh I wouldn't thay it it thickening. It might be a bit thweet and thexy, but not really thickening. Grin.

Ok, even I realize that I need to stop with the 'TH' puns.

We still don't know who beat up Dave and left him for dead.  I guess the sheriff knows, but he hasn't told us yet. I am so ready for the next chapter!

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 02/10/12