Gavin was hot. Not handsome or beautiful (though he was arguably both, while his father was more handsome and less beautiful); but actually physically very warm to the touch. Despite being sweaty, his skin was sleek and velveteen, smooth and electric to the touch. The static of a youth in his prime. By the time his sister had peeled away from him, he – of course – had an erection of rather impressive size that he managed to hide by wandering back into his room and stacking the playboys away, once again presenting her with his back and grippable ass.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, most of the chores are already done – but it’s never too early to introduce you to the animals. There are horses and dogs – we’ll start you with a few horses, and then give you the bulk jobs with the dogs, probably.”</strong>Talking about the animals – and being away from his sister’s perky breasts helped Gavin relax some; the erection was less noticeable as he turned around.<br/><br/><strong>“C’mon, let me introduce you to a few of the horses and show you the kennels before dinner.” </strong>He waved at her with a smile that was a little embarrassed and more than a little eager to show off for her. Maybe he’d find an excuse to exercise his brotherly affection again, eh?<br/><br/>Leading her back through the house and through a massive kitchen better suited for industrial needs than private ones – and out the back door, he pointed to the stables to the left and began rattling off basic facts about the horses. Ten breeds; twenty horses – but not in pairs. The most valuable breeders came first. They had one stud of each breed though. To the right, the dog kennels, they had several breeds and were taking on several more soon, according to his father – which was why help had been requested.<br/><br/>Ambling amiably near his sister, Gavin took his time sauntering into the wide open stalls. He pointed out the empty stall with the “Tonto” label above it and explained that it was Darius’ favorite horse – a Clydesdale and that there were two studs of that breed. The one adjacent to Tonto was a bit smaller and gray. The mammoth horse was erect; apparently some of the mares were in season and it tended to drive the stallions into a frenzy unless they had a chance to mate or (Gavin confessed with a  slightly embarrassed look) be “eased off” – usually into collection tubes for sale to horse breeders. There were other horses too, of course – two Arabian breeds (sleek and fast and significantly smaller) among others. Of the twenty horses currently “in stock” there was enough room for another 10, easily – and out of that twenty there were fourteen stallions. A lot of work to keep calm, Gavin admitted.<br/><br/><strong>“Do you want to see anything or interact with any of them, before we go to the kennels?”</strong>Gavin asked after he was done showing her the layout. His eyes were bright, hopeful even. He wanted to impress her.<br/><br/>