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Muskoka Ch. 01

By: garthburgandy



Note: This is my first story, and I plan on making it a much more detailed and explicit story with multiple parts and perhaps a spin off story. Please let me know what you do and don't like, I'd genuinely appreciate it. Thank you, and enjoy.

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The sun was breaking through the trees and causing shadows to dance across the dirt road our car was travelling down. I'm not much of a nature freak, but even I could admit that watching the bright yellow beams of light bounce around in the leaves was hauntingly beautiful. Our ten year old mini-van was blasting down the road and causing our whole family to bounce around like marbles in a blender. 

Before I get ahead of myself, let me back up a bit. My name is Garrett O'Neill and I recently turned 19, so naturally my parents thought it would be fitting to spend the first weekend I'm legally able to drink at our friend's cottage. I know what you're thinking, and yes it does sound like a fun weekend, but there are countless other places (or bars) I'd rather be. I'd only recently stopped being bitter over the trip up north, I had even gotten myself pretty excited to spend a couple days away from the city life and lounge by the lake with a Mojito. It was summertime and I had finished university for the year, so I convinced myself a beach was exactly what I needed.

We had known the Kellys since my 16 year old brother, Adam, and I were born. They have four kids, which was one of the biggest reasons I was hesitant to come up. Their oldest son, Kyle, is a year older than me, and their oldest daughter is my age. Her name is Cassie, and I'd be lying if I said we didn't have history "together". We'd gotten really close a couple years ago but then things went sour and we don't talk much anymore. That still doesn't stop my parents, Ken and Teresa, from dragging us to their house any chance they can, which is only a handful of times every year. Mostly because they've been friends with Cameron and Debbie, who own the cottage, for over twenty years. They've got two younger kids, Sophie and Jensen, but I couldn't guess their ages if I had money riding on it. They're little kids, that's the important part. Usually my brother does a good job of entertaining them since he's decided he wants to be a kindergarten teacher, while I hang around the older two kids. 

Kyle's the football type; big 200 pound guy who doesn't take shit from anybody. For some reason I never got that close with him, maybe it was because he always seemed too energetic for me or that all he wanted to do was play sports. I'm not in bad shape, but I'm the last guy to go rushing out to play a pick-up game of basketball. 

Cassie is like a direct opposite of her brother; she's a tiny little red head with the softest and cutest face I've seen to this day. She's a swimmer, so she's in great shape. I guess it's some sort of law of nature that swimmers can't have a huge chest, but she still sat at a comfortable C-cup. The only thing that didn't fit the rest of her was her ass. Being a swimmer, it was the kind of ass people pay for. Thick and soft, with not an ounce of fat to be seen. Watching her parade around in a swimsuit was enough to make a coma patient bust a nut. Still though, she managed to be a sweet and warm-hearted person with an adorable face. As Jonah Hill would say, "she's mousy, like a mouse you wanna stick your dick in."

"You guys excited to see the Kellys?" my dad chimed from the front seat. He was always a happy guy, never able to say something bad about somebody unless they deserved it. My mom was the opposite, but she called herself a realist. They balanced each other out. My mom once told me that my dad was the one that taught her how to laugh. Probably not true, but a sweet story nonetheless. 

"Of course they're excited, right, guys?" Mom smiled back at us under her reading glasses. Adam had headphones in so it's no shock he didn't hear her, so I just gave her a nod from the both of us. She turned around and went back to her magazine. I turned my attention back to the window and the trees whipping past us. 

My dad was still chatting to himself, not interested in anybody listening. "Gonna have some margaritas, some shots, some cocktails." 

"Planning on doing anything besides drinking?" my mom raised an eyebrow. Dad shrugged and laughed in reply. "I didn't think so." She flipped the page on her magazine. 

We finally arrived at their cottage and were welcomed with open arms. Debbie (henceforth referred to as Deb) was the first to reach our van. "Hey guys! How was the drive? Cassie's in the water so you might have to wait a minute to say hi to her." 

Instant chatter exploded between the parents. I swear, it was like listening to television static.

We were staying up for about four days, maybe longer depending on how those days played out, so there was a good amount of unpacking to be done. 

Luck was on my side as I managed to slink away from the orgy of small talk taking place in the driveway and move towards the cottage. I carried my suitcase down the hallway that branches off from the front entrance and reached the first bedroom. 

"Bunk beds?" I muttered to myself. Not my room, evidently. Must belong to the little kids, where Adam would sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag. I kept walking and found Kyle's room, covered in posters of various half naked women and cars, typical guy room. 

Then I reached Cassie's room, her door just inches from where I would be staying. I couldn't resist the urge to open the door a crack and look inside, knowing she was currently swimming and wouldn't catch me snooping. Her walls were white, and covered in everything from lyrics to her favourite songs to multicolored miniature murals that resided around her bed, all written in chalk or pencil or marker.. It was beautiful, to say the least. 

Through the window beside her bed, I could see outside down to the water. I was about to keep walking down the hall, when something caught my eye. 

Looking back, I saw Cassie climbing out of the water. She was covered in water, dripping from her long bright red hair and making her already tight one piece bathing suit cling to her curves like it was a part of her. She wrung the water out of her hair and started drying off, dragging her towel across her chest and arms. Turning around, she bent over to dry her legs and I was treated to the glorious sight of her wet, juicy butt swallowing a thin piece of fabric. The two big globes of flesh were smooth as glass, leading down to two extremely shapely and long legs. The best part was her bathing suit pulled tightly against the mound of her muffin, sticking right against it and giving me an incredibly detailed view of her lower half. 

My breath caught in my throat and I looked around to make sure nobody was coming down the hall. I could hear my parents still talking with their friends and my brother had taken the kids to play on the trampoline. Really productive group, aren't we?

I took another step into her room, like my feet were willing me to go closer to her. She wasn't bent over anymore, and I cursed at myself silently for looking away when I had the chance. She was still looking out over the lake, as she had always had a soft spot for nature. My heart was racing as I watched her flick her hair behind her, turn around, and walk up towards the cottage, leaving little puddles of water in her steps. "Fuck." I whispered quietly as I realized she would be able to see me if she looked up. I grabbed my suitcase and practically dove into the room beside hers.

I heard footsteps coming towards me and Kyle appeared in the doorway, fist outstretched. "Eh jimbo, thought you'd escape me?" One thing that's hard to explain about Kyle is his strange choice of words and nicknames. Everybody is "jimbo" or "rick" or "rico suave". Interesting character, I know. 

"Naw man just had to get away from the parents. You know it's like a three hour drive up here right?" I pounded his fist and sat down on the bench that ran in a semi-circle under a series of windows. They were like big wooden boxes with pillows on top.

Kyle handed me a beer and I cracked it open. "Was he singing?" he asked me, clearly referring to my father. As if on cue, my dad wandered down the hall singing Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls. Kyle leaned against the door frame and waved to my dad. 

"Ken my man, how goes it?" I sat quietly listening to the two talk, trying to slow my heart rate down to normal. I couldn't shake the vivid picture of Cassie out of my mind, and I'm not sure if I'd want to if I could. 

Their conversation piddled until my dad asked where he was staying this weekend, knowing that last time we were at their cottage the guest bedroom was under construction. Kyle took him down the hall and I was sitting in my room alone with a beer I had so far forgotten to drink.

More footsteps came down the hall towards my room and I called out; "Kyle, when did you guys renovate this room?" Taking a sip of my beer, I sat it down beside me as Cassie appeared in the doorway, almost making me choke. "Oh hi, I thought you were Kyle so I said his name, but you're not. So, hi." 

"Oh god, you got worse." She laughed at my stammering as she hugged me. I hadn't always been good with speech, I spent my first years of speaking with a stammer and a lisp. I tried to form the words to explain myself but it was useless. "I'm kidding about that by the way, and yeah we changed this room about three months ago. It's a rec room now, so you'll be on this." She patted the futon on the opposite side of the door. 

Looking around, I realized how much had changed. The room now had big windows all around the walls, and a TV had been put on the wall. The bed was entirely gone and instead there was a kitchenette with a sink, mini fridge, and a microwave. "It fits between the benches things, and it's pretty comfy." 

I just nodded slowly and sipped my drink. She rolled her eyes and took my hand. "Jesus Christ you're a mess, aren't you?" we walked to the kitchen where she poured both of us a shot of Jägermeister, the drink of kings. "This will loosen you up, cheers." I threw the shot back and slammed my glass down. 

"Better?" she asked.

"Better."

"It speaks!" she threw her arms up and high fived me like an absolute cornball. It was like any awkwardness between us had vanished from our last visit; Cassie hadn't been this warm with me in years. 

I looked onto the porch and saw my dad silently cheering me on in approval of my afternoon drinking. Great dad, he is. 

"What do you wanna do now?" her voice was soft on my ears, almost calming. I poured another shot and pounded it back, challenging her. She shook her head slowly and whispered, "I don't want to beat you like a little bitch in front of your family, but I will drink you under, above, and beside the table." 

"Bring it then." I reached for the bottle.

Cameron walked by and grabbed the bottle in a rush. "I need this." My dad was cheering even harder now. "Kenny, I got it!" Couple of overgrown children, they are. 

The mothers walked into the kitchen, gabbing like maniacs until they saw us. Then it was my mother gushing over how long it'd been since she'd seen Cassie, and vice versa with Deb and me. "When was the last time we saw you, Teresa?" Cassie asked my mother.

"Oh I don't know, five or six months? Maybe more. Probably more."

"Too long is the answer." Deb piped in, walking to the fridge to get a bottle of wine. "The kids are outside if you want say hi to them, Garrett."

"Uh, maybe later, thanks." Those two kids are infamous for their obsessive torment with me. 

"They miss you, they just don't show it."

Cassie rolled her eyes and stood up, motioning for me to follow her. We walked to her room and I asked where Kyle was. "He's playing his video games in the living room, either that or watching Nascar." She reached under her bed and pulled out a bottle of rum. Slumping down against the pillows propped up against her headboard, she opened it and swallowed a mouthful of clear liquid. Handing the bottle to me, I followed her lead and raised the bottle to my lips before taking a drink. 

"So is this all you do?" I asked, keeping a firm grasp on the bottle in case an awkward pause came up so I could fill the silence with booze. 

"To be fair, there isn't much to do around here to begin with. Especially when the only guy I know my age is my brother, so that's not an option." She sounded disappointed, so I handed her the bottle. 

She thanked me and took a drink, bigger than before. 

"So you get bored easily then, eh Cas?"

"Easy enough, yeah. I don't play video games so what's there to waste time with?" 

"Good question, let's go find out." I got off the bed and walked into my room. I grabbed my swimming trunks and walked back to her room, finding her steadily nursing the bottle. 

Now, I'm not the kind of guy who wants to make a move on a drunk girl unless I know she'd be interested in me without the alcohol helping turn me from a modest 7 into a 10. Taking the bottle from her, I walked from the room and she followed me. I walked us out onto the back patio and looked out over the lake. 

Their backyard was a stone pathway leading up to a hot tub, then down to a long sandy beach with beach chairs on it. A large fire pit was placed off to the side surrounded in chairs, just begging to be celebrated around. 

"Come on, I don't want swim I was just in the water." She complained. Her whining stopped once I flipped the top off the hot tub.

"I assume we can use this?" She nodded and walked over to me. Taking her hand, I helped her into the hot, foamy water. She cursed quietly as she got in and sunk down into a deep seat, all but her head disappearing. 

"What's the problem?" I stepped into the water and realized what she was reacting to; it was boiling hot. "Holy hell, that's toasty."

"No kidding, somebody must've turned it up. The jets, too. They're making more foam than usual. Look, I can't even see the bottom." She was right, it was like a tub of nothing but fluffy bubbles. 

She started undoing the chest portion of her bathing suit and I dry swallowed against my will. 

"What are you doing?" I tried to find the right amount of confusion and excitement in that question, but it just came out in a rush.

"Calm down, I just bought this suit and it's not supposed to be in heat like this otherwise the colours will run."

"I'm not sure that's true." Idiot, why the hell would you say that? Just let her get naked, dammit!

"I'm not risking it, this suit was like $60." 

"Still cheap then, I see?"

"Fuck off, you can pay for it if it gets ruined then. This isn't weird is it?"

I had to hold myself back from shaking my head as vigorously as I could, so I settled for a mild "no". 

She placed the bra on the edge of the hot tub. "I didn't think so. I mean, we've known each other long enough that this is cool, but not long enough that it's awkward. Besides, you can't even see through the foam, I'm like a floating head." 

"I've known you since I was born, that's a pretty long time."

"Very true, but with that logic I should be super close with the doctor who delivered me, right? I only see you four or five times a year, it's not like you're my brother or anything."

We sat and talked in the hot tub until Kyle came out to join us, snaking the bottle of rum from my hands. "Gotta be quicker than that, el rico." 

"That's a new one, I take it?"

"I wish," Cassie sighed. "But we've all heard it before."

Kyle ignored her and started telling a story from his work at a summer camp earlier this month. I glided in and out of the details, laughing where I thought it would make sense to do so. Realizing I had no idea what I'd been drinking this whole time, I looked closely at the label of the bottle. 

It read "Bacardi 151." That explains why I felt so buzzed off a few shots, I've been chugging a drink that's more than 70% alcohol. I'm big enough that I can handle my liquor, but never have I been this close to drunk off a couple drinks before. 

I looked at Cassie and she was smiling and playing with the bubbles like a kid who has just been introduced to sand for the first time. She took a handful and blew them at Kyle, laughing while she did it. "What's that for? Are you drunk?"

She shook her head.

"Just buzzed?"

She nodded vigorously. 

"But really buzzed, right?"

She nodded vigorously again. 

I started laughing at her wordless answers until my attention was drawn elsewhere. Looking down, I could see that she had cleared away the bubbles closest to her, giving me a direct view to her chest. I felt myself harder instantly, and reminded myself to thank God for this moment when I was sober.

Kyle had continued with his story, oblivious to the fact that nobody was listening. My eyes were glued to her tits, her peach coloured skin stopped just above her bra line, giving way to perfectly shaped, untanned breasts. Her nipples were light pink and, despite the warmth of the water, were hard and pointing right at me. Seeing their size in a swimsuit didn't do them justice, as they looked a size bigger when they were freed form their cotton prison. She had built up a wall of bubbles so that Kyle, on the opposite of the tub, couldn't see anything. I, on the other hand, had front row seats to the greatest scene ever played out in front of me. 

I finally managed to peel myself away from staring down at her, and looked up to see her staring directly into my eyes. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, waiting for one of us to make a move, to say something to defuse the tension. 

The bubbles had started moving back to cover her up, and I realized she had in fact moved them by accident in the first place and now I was going to be typecast as a huge pervert. Just as I started damning myself for being such a dick, she slowly waved the bubbles away again and gave me another fantastic view of her chest. 

The only difference this time was she moved more of the bubbles away, and had cleared them down to her knees. Her hands moved very slowly, almost painstakingly slowly, to the bottom part of her bikini. She had locked eye contact with me, but broke it to see if Kyle was watching. 

We hadn't even heard him change the subject but he was still talking to himself and laughing loudly. Looking at the bottle I saw that he had finished more of it than Cassie and I had altogether. Poor guy was blasted off his ass. 

I turned my focus back to Cassie and glanced down to see her lowering her bikini, a thin piece of it staying trapped between her thighs until the yanked them down, bunching them around her ankles. 

She had only a thin line of dark red hair on her, her skin the same untanned colour as her tits. My heart was in my chest as I watched her open her legs just enough to fit her hand between them, spreading herself open for me. Her inner lips were pink, perfectly contracting the dark red strip on her pussy and the peachy colour of her long legs, now spread enough that she could get a finger through her slit. 

I almost blacked out before I remembered to take a breath again.

She pulled her bottoms back up and moved over closer to me, reaching for the bottle and taking it from her brother. "I think you've had enough, Kyle." As she said this, her hand found its way between my legs and grabbed a hold of my thick, aching pole. Cassie gasped, but quickly silenced herself. Luckily, Kyle was playing with the bubbles around him and hadn't even realized he no longer had the rum beside him. 

A door opened up on the patio and Cameron's voice erupted from above us, calling us for lunch. Kyle rushed out of the hot tub at the hint of food but Cassie just kept her hand on me, biting her lower lip seductively. "You got bigger." She whispered, not able to make eye contact with me. 


Muskoka Ch. 01



"Thanks." My voice was a ghost that was swiftly 

carried away by our heavy breathing. 

She grabbed her top and put it back on, both of us stepping out of the water and wrapping ourselves in towels. Neither of us had the mental capacity to speak at the time, so we just let the moment speak for itself, and it practically shouted at us. 

"So," she started. "Inside?"

I nodded vigorously. 

We began the long walk up the stone steps to the door. Her legs were noticeably shaking in reaction to what had just happened and there was a far off look in her eyes that I didn't see very often. 

My hand grasped her shoulder and I turned her to face me. "Are you okay?" I asked with genuine concern.

"Just hungry."

"Good, there's food inside we can get-"

"Not for food." Her words were like a vice grip on my stomach ad the kept tightening it with every sentence. I didn't push further, I didn't know how drunk she was and I've been in situations like this and come out of them covered in puke.

We walked to her room and she hurried inside, closing the door and keeping me in the hallway. My dad peaked into the hall, BBQ sauce on the corner of his mouth. "You coming?"

"For sure." I smiled, then motioned to the corner of my mouth and pointed at him. He wiped his mouth then licked the sauce off his hand and gave me a thumbs up before rushing back to the kitchen.

"Cam, I had sauce on my mouth!" I heard him yell. 

"That's hilarious!" Cameron replied. "Oh shit man I do too!" Deb scolded him for his language even though the kids were still outside. I could see them playing with a football from my "rec room bedroom". 

I sat down on the futon and put a shirt on, checking my phone for texts. 

Nothing. Shocker.

I rubbed my face with my hands and shook my head, trying to sober up a bit before lunch. It didn't work all that well. Searching through my suitcase I found a pair of black cargo shorts and a white t-shirt with a giraffe on it. Yes, I'm 19 and I still wear graphic tees. 

The walk to the kitchen was a long one, with me pausing outside Cassie's door to see if I could hear her. 

Nothing. Shocker.

I almost knocked to see if she was alright, but it was so dead silent that I cold have sworn she was asleep, or, you know, dead.

My stomach took control and forced my feet to follow the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. Trying to think of a way to explain why Cassie wasn't at dinner, I looked up to see her digging in to a fish taco with all her might. 

I swear to God she even eats cutely. 

She had changed into shorts and a pink tank top, a really low cut tank top if I had to say. Thankfully, she had switched to water for dinner, so I did the same. 

Dinner was a mess of young kids fighting for Adam's attention, but my brother managed to find a way to silence them long enough to eat a burger or two. The dads told stories about fishing trips and the moms were non-stop about the finales for their favourite TV shows, the names of which I don't even remember. Kyle was passed out on the sofa, having already eaten his share. Classic Kyle.

Cassie pulled out a chair beside her for me so I didn't have to sit next to Sophie or Jensen. I mouthed the words 'thank you' and she smiled at me with a mouthful of corn salad, spilling a couple kernels onto her plate. 

Her and I ate in silence, shocked and excited over what we'd done. 

To my knowledge, she'd only ever had one boyfriend, and they didn't date long. She could very well be a virgin, which was more than enough to send a thousand questions into my head.

I was in the middle of a burger when I felt something brush against my foot. I didn't need to look down to know it was hers. The softest skin I'd ever felt, and such petite toes resting on mine. 

Her eyes met mine and she brushed her knee against mine just as my mom brought her into the conversation. "So, Cassie, any boyfriends for such a pretty redhead?" Always the subtle one, my mother.

"Not right now, I'm trying to focus on my swimming right now."

Cue the harmonious cooing from the moms. "That's funny, because I think Garrett is single, right Garrett?" Debbie was worse than my mom at being sly.

"That's right, thank you for reminding me. Speaking of boyfriends, how's your side husband?" I joked with her. Deb and I had always had a fun, teasy relationship. 

She shushed me sarcastically, laughing alongside my mother. "Just no sneaking into my daughter's room, alright, buster?" 

"I'm not the one you have to worry about," I exclaimed. "Tell that to her." I turned to see Cassie the reddest I'd ever seen her, but was too intrigued to call her on it. 

Why was she blushing? Was she planning something? This whole weekend was turning into an episode of Degrassi. Well, maybe it was I'm not really sure, I never watched the show. 

Both of us got up and rinsed our plates, checking on Kyle to make sure he was alive. He somehow had flipped himself onto his stomach with a pillow under his chest, but he was very much alive. We grabbed a movie from their wide selection and went back to my rec room bedroom and I put it on. 

Honestly, I hadn't even looked at what she picked. I was too distracted by the two incredible tits dangling in front of me at the time. 

We set up the futon on the floor and both of us sat on it, using pillows to prop us up. Damn, it was comfy.

The next thing I remember was my brother kicking me awake. "Get up bitch, dinner's on the table." I looked up and saw it had gotten darker outside, so I asked him what time it was. "Dinner time, so hurry the fuck up." A kindergarten teacher with the mouth of a construction worker. There's a stereotype you don't see every day.

He left and I looked at Cassie, who was passed out cold lying on my chest, snoring like a small chainsaw. I shook her awake and she groaned until I shook her harder. "Alright, alright, I'm conscious. What do you want?"

"We've been asleep for like five hours, Cas. It's dinner time."

"Good, I'm hungry."

"We ate then took a nap, the last thing you probably remember doing was eating. How can you be hungry?" 

"I do sports, I need energy or whatever. I don't know leave me alone. What the fuck is poking me?" she stopped mid-sentence and I followed her gaze. 

My cock was hard as steel and stabbing her right in the ribs. It must've been too dark for Adam to see it, but Cassie sure as hell felt it. The room got dead quiet and I knew I wouldn't be the one to make the first move.

She didn't even look up at me, she simply reached down and undid the zipper on my pants. My heart was a jackhammer into the concrete walls on my chest as her hand pulled my throbbing member out from my pants. "Cassie I'm sorry I didn't-"

"Shut up." She was glaring at my meat stick like a lion before a kill. I felt her grip tighten and she was clearly hesitating on her decision. When she exhaled and loosened her grasp, I knew she'd decided against whatever I was hoping she'd do. 

"Fuck it." She whispered.

She lowered her head down and her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, tightly sticking to my pulsing shaft as she made her way down to the base. Now, I'm not gonna tell you I'm some 12 inch pornstar just for the sake of the story, but I've never seen somebody take 7 inches down their throat that easily. 

She was dripping saliva down onto my balls, and used her hand to coat my dick in the wet liquid that now coated my achingly hard piston. She was gagging softly and I felt the spongy back of her throat brush against the soft head that was forcing its way as deep into her as I could get it. 

Her mouth moved its way up and down, stopping every so often to dribble more lube down onto me so her hand would have something to work with as she stroked me viciously. She licked from the base up to the tip, swirling her tongue around the end before swallowing all of me back up again. I felt myself getting close, so I warned her of the coming orgasm. She didn't even flinch. 

Her mouth became vacuum tight as she sucked and choked on my cock, pulling and playing with my balls as I came. She visibly struggled to handle it, as hot cum splattered against the back of her throat and was sucked down into her tummy. I came harder than I ever had before, but she took it like a professional as she swallowed every spurt until the sticky, white baby butter was filling her stomach. 

She pulled her head up slowly, keeping her tight sucking seal until she released me entirely. I let go of all the air in my lungs and looked down at her, wiping a drop of cum off her lips and sucking it off her fingers. 

"Wh-what the hell was that?" I stuttered.

She kissed me on the cheek and stood up, stretching from her nap. "Told you I was hungry."



Muskoka Ch.02



READ PART 1 FIRST! Or don't, I really can't stop you, can I?



The rest of the night was a bit of a blur.

I had just received the best blowjob of my life, given to me by a girl I never thought I'd even be lucky enough to kiss. There wasn't any energy left in my body for me to stand up, so I lay silently on the futon in awe of the events that just took place. 

Cassie's hand reached for me and I instinctively took it, pulling myself to my feet and both of us making our way into the dining room for dinner. 

Every so often she would shoot me a teasy look, some times more inquisitive than others. She was sitting across from me, still in her low cut pink tank top, and her perky tits weren't letting me forget it as they played hide and see with my over enthusiastic gaze. My eyes were nailed to her body, unable to tear myself away for long enough to even take a bite of whatever food was in front of me.

Somebody said my name and I snapped out of my daydreaming. "What?" my voice sounded just as lost as my mind felt.

"I said can you pass me the peas?" My mom had her hand outstretched and was snapping at me for the plate of green peas in front of me. 

"Oh, right. Sure." 

"Something on your mind, bud?" Cameron managed to spit out between mouthfuls of roast beef and gravy. 

I shook my head and turned my attention back to my plate. I had loaded it up with mashed potatoes and was trying to keep myself busy by playing with them, letting my brain wander back to the fantastic blowjob I'd been given just minutes ago. 

Her mouth was so incredibly wet, like a pot of warm honey, and her hands had the softness of a freshly wasted blanket. It had been like having my dick surrounded by a furnace that didn't want to let me go. I felt myself starting to get hard again, but was too involved with playing out the scene again in my head to care. 

Cassie noticed me spacing out, and I felt her foot make its way up my leg and between my legs. I matched her gaze and clenched my jaw, too eager to let the situation to unfold to stop it. Her toes pushed against my dong and kneaded it like dough. 

I felt like putty at her disposal, while she somehow kept a calm demeanour and continued to pick away at her meal. 

"You two are awfully quiet, for a couple of drunks." My brother chimed in, making Sophie and Jensen bust out laughing. I'm not entirely sure they got the joke, but they wanted my brother to like them so they laughed at almost anything he said.

"We aren't drunk." I shot back at him, venom in my voice. The dinner table wasn't where I wanted to be, I wanted to be in the back room with Cassie pinned against the window, pounding her from behind as hard as I could, kissing her neck, pulling her hair, making her ass jiggle like a bowl of untouched Jell-o. 

The voices around the table eventually ceased, and it was decided that the kids would be put on clean up duty as the adults went for a walk in the forest down the road. "We'll be back in about an hour, that should give you time to clean up." Debbie was struggling to get her shoes on, and I was grateful that she wasn't going to be driving any time soon. 

"Deb, you booze hound, get your flip-flops on and get outside." My mom teased her, pushing her jokingly towards the door so hard she nearly fell over in a fit of laughter. 

Soon the house was quiet, save for the sounds of plates and cutlery clanging together as we cleaned and put them away. Adam had taken the kids outside to keep them out of our way and Kyle, being the lard that he is, had taken control of the couch and TV. His face was buried in a magazine with such determination that when we called his name he couldn't even manage a response. "He's out of it," Cassie explained. "He won't even acknowledge your existence until he's done."

"Probably still drunk, too." I laughed, whistling at Kyle to no response. "Fantastic." 

I felt two hands wrap around my waist as I continued to wash the dishes, two hands I would have much rather felt somewhere else on me. Her lips pressed against the back of my neck and shivers shot through my body in waves. The dishes in my hand nearly fell to the floor when she leaned in close to my ear and whispered to me, "I think somebody has a favour they need to return." 

"Gladly." My voice wasn't the same weak sound it had been earlier that day. I had new confidence and was dying to put it to the test. Taking her hand, we walked to her bedroom and shut the door, effectively sealing us off from the rest of the world. No amount of liquor could calm my nerves in this moment. 

Fighting through the butterflies erupting in my stomach, I took her by the waist and pulled her close to me, causing a small gasp to escape her lips that I silenced with a kiss. I felt her let go of a soft moan as our mouths connected.

I picked her up off the floor and her legs instinctively wrapped around my back, locking tightly. My hands kept her suspended, grabbing a handful of her firm, juicy bum. She squealed lightly as I played with her bottom, squishing the unbelievably smooth skin under my fingertips. I timed the movement of my fingers with my kisses, poking my tongue against her lips, inviting myself in. 

She welcomed me with enthusiasm and put her hands on my face as we passionately traded tongues in her bedroom. Her top had been pulled down enough to expose her bra covered breasts, shaking back and forth as I moved us against the wall and pinned her to it. Her breathing increased with mine as I let my hands go off her butt and moved them to her bra. 

"Take my shirt off first, you goof." Her words were filled with desperation and a hint of playfulness. I obliged, and pulled the pink top off her slender form. Throwing it onto her bed, I moved my hands back to her bra and, after a few failed tries, managed to get it undone. It fell to the ground and I had my first clear look at the topless red haired princess straddling me. 

Her nipples were the same pink colour I remember from the hot tub, maybe even darker. They were harder than I thought possible, sticking out a half inch from her chest. My hands found their way to the pink nubs and I rolled them between my fingers, enticing a moan from her. I took the mounds of boob in my hand and played with them as rough as she could handle, letting little whimpers out of her mouth as my lips closed around her nipples and lightly dragged my teeth across the surface. My tongue flicked them and sucked lightly until they were shining with spit. I blew cold air on them, making Cassie clench around me and tighten the grasp her legs her on my waist. 

She pulled my shirt off in a fury, desperate to get her hands on my chest. Her chest pushed up against mine as our tongues dances together, exploring each other like strangers in a new land. 

Returning my hands to her ass, I slipped two of my fingers under her shorts to get a full grasp on nothing but her naked skin. 

Her hands were a storm tangled in my hair, pulling as we ravaged each other as much as two people can with half their clothes on. Finally, she unlinked her legs and stepped onto the ground, legs quivering a little as she pulled me over to her bed. I took her hand and pulled her against me again, picking her up and carrying her to the bed before gently tossing her onto it.

I kissed up her legs, letting the smooth surface touch my lips for only a second before I planted another kiss higher up her body. Reaching her shorts, I unbuttoned them and pulled them down to reveal a black, lace pair of underwear. She arched her back to make it easier for me to get her completely naked. 

I got between her legs and slid my hands under her bum, lifting her up so my mouth could reach her dripping wet honey pot, sweet smells begging me to taste her. My tongue traced it's way up and down her slit, slowly opening her to my advances. 

She was squirming trying to get my tongue to be more forceful, but I wanted to take my time. My tongue inched its way towards her clit, noticeably aroused and aching to be licked. She was practically radiating heat, juices flowing freely and sticking together in strands when I spread her lips apart to get to her nectar. Starting at the opening to her tunnel, I brushed my tongue through her sopping wet, plump pussy. My tongue circled around her clit as I brought up one hand and slid a finger inside of her, slowly letting the heat of her tight peach cover my finger. 

She had a handful of bed sheets and was pulling them tightly as I flicked against her engorged nub, spreading her open enough to fit a second finger inside of her. 

"Oh god, Garrett please." She was whimpering, and I wasn't about to stop. I dug in deeper with my tongue, causing her to lock her legs around my head and pull me in tighter. I could hardly breathe but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't heavenly. Her labia was smashed against my mouth and the thin line of dark red hair running up from her slit was burrowed against my nose, tickling me every time I tried to readjust myself.

My lips formed a tight seal around her nub and I sucked as lightly as I could while pushing two of my fingers inside of her as deep as possible, rubbing across the roof of her vagina as I withdrew them until my fingers reached her g-spot. 

I felt her convulse around my fingers and I did everything I could to suck harder on her button until I felt a wave of juices against my tongue. 

My tongue darted across her clit and I dug against her inner pleasure button. Her mouth hung open and she was trying her best to breathe, but all that happened was her body locking up and shaking like a leaf as an orgasm rocked her like a tornado. I didn't let up my assault on her as my fingers continued to rub inside her sticky pussy, letting her ride her orgasm as long and hard as she could. 

My mouth was savouring the flavours she was pouring out and I lapped up every last drop, kissing her kitten as she settled down out of her blissful haze. I couldn't help but gaze in wonder at the wondrous sight in front of me; sprawled out on her back was the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. 

Her autumn hair scattered and tangled over her pillow, hands resting in bunches of sheets. Her steady breathing was matched with the barely visible rising and lowering of her chest, making her breasts fall to the sides of her chest. The hair on her peach was glistening with honey, making it stand out that much more.

I slid up beside her and rested my hand on her stomach, pulling a blanket up over her to keep her naked body warm. We lay there for a couple minutes with her drifting in and out of consciousness, and me wide awake and horny. I spent most of my time lying there thinking about whether or not it would be creepy to fix my "issue" while she was sleeping beside me, and I decided that something like that was too serial killer-esque for my tastes. 

I kissed her cheek and savoured the feeling of her exquisitely polished skin, sighing as I stood up and made my way towards the door. Not wanting to wake her, I made sure my footsteps were silent as possible when I started to sneak out of her room. 

Something was drawing me towards her closet, and knowing she was awake was all the confirmation I needed that I should follow my craving to investigate. 

The room was basked in pale moonlight, seductively coating the walls in blueish white reflections and shadows, giving me just barely enough help in guiding myself to the closet. I opened it and saw nothing special, besides some dresses that I would've killed to see her wearing.

I'm a dress guy, so much so that it's almost more exciting for me to have sex with a girl in a dress than a girl who's naked. Something about the wildly passionate elements of not even having time to get undressed before our bodies connected was intriguing to me. 

My eyes wandered her closet freely as I took in every part of her wardrobe, looking for every possible excuse to stay in her bedroom, hoping she'd wake up before I left. 

Instead, I was treated to something far more unexpected; under the shelves on the wall I saw something reflective sticking out enough to catch my attention. It looked like it warranted an investigation, and besides, who was gonna tell me not to? I'd just had my tongue stuck inside of this girl, I didn't think there was much she'd want to hide from me. 

My hands took hold of the item and pulled it loose, sending a pile of clothes toppling onto the floor where they knocked over a bottle of perfume. The air around me became still as I waited to see if I'd awoken her from her coma, but I was in the clear. "Who keeps their room this messy, anyway?" I whispered to myself. 

Opening the book brought more surprises to me that I thought it could have. Flipping through the pages, I realized that Cassie wasn't just hooking up with me because she was drunk and horny. Every page was filled with pictures of her friends, some of whom I'd met and talked to, like Maddie and Lisa, both sweet girls. But what stood out to me the most was the amount of pictures I was in. 

Throughout the album I had a few appearances peppered in, the occasional bon fire or us swimming together. 

I never really noticed how often she was taking pictures of us together, or how many pictures of the two of us even existed. The heartbeat in my chest was beating quicker with every photo of us, and it only got faster when I reached the page dedicated to her and me. 

Our names lined the top of the page, written in blue pink that had a hint of glitter in. All down the page were Polaroid images of us together at one of her swim meets, the first time she won a gold medal for her event, or us having a water balloon fight two summers ago. My favourite one was the photo that closed our two pages, and I took a long time to admire it. 

We were both sitting in deep wooden chairs, the same ones surrounding the fire pit outside. The picture had been taken from behind us, so I don't even remember it happening. We were clinking glasses and our hands were touching, which is the exact area she had chosen to draw a heart around our bottles and hands, with the word 'always' written in red felt marker. 

My heart was singing to me as I took in the other phrases from our section of her secret book, things like 'the brightest nights outshine the darkest days' and 'smiles fades away, but true hearts stay.' Corny stuff, I know, but that was what I loved about Cassie.

I slid the book back under the remaining pile of clothes and tiptoed out of her room, afraid to wake her and have her ask about the book. An irrational fear, I know, considering that at the time I had no idea she had been watching me read through her memories.

The hallway floor creaked under my feet as I headed for the living room, passing the kid's room where I saw them covering Adam in tape and glue. 

His eyes pleaded for help but I knew he was enjoying the attention. 

Kyle was on the couch still, engrossed in his magazine. He finished it and stretched his arms towards the ceiling. I sat down beside him and sunk into the brown leather couch he was seated on. "Sup, guy." He said in a tired voice.

"Nothin much man, just looking for something to waste time with."

"I got just the thing!" the excitement in his voice was palpable, and it carried over to me like a disease. Not knowing what to expect, I must admit I was a bit disappointed to see him pull out two Xbox controllers and toss one to me. "Nobody ever plays with me except Jensen and he's trash at these games." 

"Yeah it's almost like he's a child or something." That got a good chuckle out of him. It could've been an arrogant scoff, but I choose to believe I made him laugh. "I'm only willing to play if you're willing to get your ass handed to you."

Sophie and Jensen burst into the living room and took up the rest of the space on the couch, both grabbing the controllers that lay on the table. 

"We want to play." They exclaimed simultaneously, the way only kids can. 

Kyle scoffed again. "Only if you wanna get your-". I shot Kyle a glare. "Um, nevermind yeah you guys can play."

"How about the three of us against you?" I didn't have much interest in winning anyway, I just wanted time to pass so Cassie would wake up. Besides, this might be a good way to finally get these kids to not hate me for no reason. I mean, it's not like I was fucking their sister or anything.

"Sure rico, but only if you wanna get-"

"Kyle shut up." I snapped, to which the kids replied with gleeful chirps of laughter. I think they just liked hearing somebody talk back to their brick shit hose of a brother. "What are we playing?" I have average experience with video games, but I'm not gonna pretend I'm a legend or anything. 

The game started up and my question was answered for me: Madden 2014. Sophie let out an upset wail, followed by some partially unintelligible mumbles about how stupid football is. 

Just as our match started, the adults returned from their walk and filled the rest of the seats around the living room, pouring their attention into our game. 

"Where's your brother?" My mom asked me, half her attention devoted to watching our pathetically one-sided match.

"Shower." Sophie and Jensen answered together. Kind of weird how they keep managing to do that.

"And Cassie? Where's she?"

"She's sleeping, I put her down about ten minutes ago. Poor girl has seen more sober nights." I answered without letting my eyes leave the screen.

"That's my girl!" Cameron cheered.

For the next hour or so we were cheered on as the Seahawks fought bravely against the Raiders, but Kyle still managed to come out on top yet again with a final score of 81-7. "I told you guys," he stretched his hands to the ceiling and yawned sarcastically. "I'm the best there is at this game." 

"Well, I think it was close enough to call it a tie." Cameron jumped in. "Speaking of ties, who's up for a bonfire?"

My dad turned to his friend and gave him a wickedly confused look. "Cam that doesn't make sense." But his words were drowned away by the easily excitable screams of young children who are promised a pit of fire. 

I heard the floorboards creak and somehow knew it was her. My head whipped around and I saw Cassie standing in a big sweater that covered any shorts she may or may not be wearing. "Hey, Cas." My voice was unsteady, but I didn't let that deter me from talking. "How was your nap?"

She groaned and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Too long, made me grumpy." I don't know if you've ever heard a five sarcastic moans erupt at the same time, but the volume and near perfect harmony of the Kellys was enough to take me by surprise. "Shut up, you goons." Cassie walked to the couch and sat down beside me, shoving Sophie out of the way. 

"You up for a bonfire, sweetheart?" Deb kissed Cassie's head and stroked her hair, trying to coax the drunken girl from her stupor. All she received was a nod, but that was enough to get Cam to head to the pit and start burning stuff. My dad followed him with a beer in each hand. The crowd dwindled down until it was just Cassie and me sitting on the couch.

She was slumped against me and had her hands resting against my arm, holding on to me for dear life. I ran my nails across her knee and it made her giggle. "Come on, loser," I stood up and 

pulled her with me. "Let's go burn nature."

The fire was crackling with life and throwing waves of heat in all directions, helping us fight against the cool breeze that came with summer nights. Little fireflies were buzzing in circles around the campfire, mixing in with the bright orange embers being shot into the air.

I sat in silence watching Sophie help Jensen roast a marshmallow, both of them having trouble standing too close to the heat without laughing like maniacs and running back into the cool night air to settle them down again. 




Muskoka Ch.02



Cassie was sitting next to me, and I could feel her eyes wandering in my directions every couple of minutes, as though she wanted to be sure that I was still there. I like to think that she needed me around, like she felt safe next to me. She pulled her phone from her sweater pocket and started flipping through it.

Moments later I felt my own phone vibrate and didn't think anything about it until I opened the text I'd gotten; it was from Cassie. I glanced over at her, but her eyes were lost in the fire. It was impossible to tell if she was shy or if the flames really were that enchanting. 

My fingers unlocked my phone and I tapped on her text, unsure of what to feel. What I saw took my breath away and nearly caused me to gasp out loud. 

It was a photo, one she must've taken while she was 'asleep' in her bedroom. 

It was a top down view of her bottom half, with exceptional focus on the curly red hair sprouting from between her legs, which were pushed together and making her fuzzy peach all the more alluring. 

Her long, creamy legs were stretched out and tipped with ten adorable toes, painted with vivid blue nail polish. 

Brrrrr!

My phone vibrated went off again. I rushed to open it and was floored by her once again. Again, it was a top down angle, but this time her legs were spread and she was using one hand to separate the lips of her love tunnel, one finger gingerly resting on her sensitive button. The most erotic part wasn't the bright coral color of her petals, it was the purple dildo she had fit inside of her. 

It was easy to see that she was almost too tight to fit the whole thing inside of her, as her hole was stretched to its limit trying to take the fake penis to her deepest depths. 

The sounds of my family faded away as I studied the photo before sending a reply of my own. "Training for something?"

She snickered beside me and seconds later I got a reply from her reading; "Yeah, I'm planning on a marathon later."

We hadn't even noticed the fireside grow quiet, and had it thrust into our attention when my dad jokingly asked if we were texting each other. This got uproarious laughter from Cam, as only true "dad humour" can. 

Ten minutes later Deb decided to call it a night and took the kids to bed, my mom following in hot pursuit. She'd never been one for staying up late so any chance to get into bed early she took advantage of. Eventually everyone made their way inside as the fire slowly died down and turned to ash.

"What do you guys wanna do?" Kyle was viciously trying to down the rest of his beer so he would have another one ready if we wandered too far from the kitchen. "I'm game for a movie or something."

"It's getting late and we've got stuff to do tomorrow, Kyle." Cassie had hints of disdain in her voice, clearly upset that Kyle was doing his best to tag along with us when all we had on our minds was each other. 

"Come on, it's like 11:30!" 

"She's right, man. We've gotta get up early tomorrow if we wanna get to the bakery before all the good donuts are sold out." A lame excuse, but I knew that if I threatened to take precious food away from him that he'd comply.

"Oh shit you're right, boss." We said goodnight and within minutes we could hear his snores bouncing around the walls of the cottage. My parents had already left to go to their bedroom, along with Cam and Deb in their room. My brother was passed out in the kid's room on the floor in a sleeping bag, exhausted from entertaining them all day. 

The only two souls still awake were Cassie and me, and we weren't going to waste this time alone. I walked into her room and knocked on the frame. 

She was sitting on the edge of her bed and gazing at the lake, stars reflecting in her eyes. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Gorgeous, I'd say." I sat beside her and her head immediately rested on my shoulder. 

"Breathtaking." 

"Want to go in?" I asked. Cassie's head whipped up to me and the stars in her eyes turned to diamonds.

"Really?" she was holding back excitement.

"I'll get changed." I said through a smile. My room was pitch black except for the dim light coming from the moon, the only light I had to help me find my suit from earlier. It was still damp and was cold to the touch, making me shiver as I slipped it on. Just as I finished I turned around to see Cassie smiling at me from the doorway. 

"Nice shorts." She walked past me and out the door that stood between two large windows next to the fridge, greeting the midnight sun. 

I jogged after her as she carried our towels down to the lake side, taking a second to bask in the stillness of the lake's glass top. She was in a different suit this time, sporting a cheerful orange one piece that was nearly a size too small. I couldn't take my vision off her, and she knew it.

We both lowered ourselves into the water and took our time getting used to the chilly liquid encasing us. "Come here." I whispered to her, pulling her over to me and sitting her on my lap as we floated together in the endless, black lake. 

Her lips reached for mine and I met her half way, pressing our mouths together and letting the rest of the world melt into oblivion. Our tongues matched each other stroke for stroke, twirling and pushing against each other. Her pink snake fluttered against mine as she linked her arms around my neck, pulling me as close to her as she could. 

She halted her assault to give me little pecks, teasing me with a joyful giggle. I smiled devilishly and squeezed her against me, pushing her chest against mine. The cold water had turned her nipples to bullets and they dug against me as I found her mouth, biting her lip gently and pulling it as tenderly as I could. Her body tensed up and she moaned soft enough that I could hardly hear it.

My hands rested at their favourite spot on her bum, playing with the soft dough beneath my palms. Pulling aside the thin line of fabric covering her plump clam, I let my fingers wander to her slit and traced my digits along her. She was wet, that was for sure, and not all of it was from the water we were suspended in. 

Edging the tips of my fingers further upwards, I found myself poking delicately at the tiny entrance between her two amazingly soft cheeks. Her breathing stopped as well as her kissing, waiting for me to make some sort of move. I circled her tight rosebud and pushed against it with as little force as I could manage. Her body tightened up and she started breathing rapidly, almost in a fearful way. 

I pulled my finger away but she stopped me. "No, I can handle it." Her hands gripped my shoulders with the force of a pair of bolt cutters. I slowly inched my finger forward as l watched her face contort in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She lowered herself down onto my finger as I pushed up, causing it to sink in even faster. 

The amount of heat inside of that tight little hole was astronomical, it was like being choked to death by a small sun. I moved my finger out, then back in, and she slumped against me in a heap. I pumped her with deliberate slowness and dug against the inside of her bum. Her moans of pleasure were starting to override the pain. I withdrew and she relaxed again, breathing slowing to normal. "I didn't mean to hurt you." 

She raised her head and kissed me before whispering to me, "If you're gonna hurt me, I'd rather you hurt me with something bigger." My heart was singing again and I celebrated by kissing her as deeply and passionately as I could manage. "But not before you take care of me, got it?"

I answered her with a kiss. 

"Come on, let's go inside. A certain part of me wants to take a certain part of you for a ride." She begged me, pulling away and getting out of the water, making her way to my 'rec room bedroom'.



Muskoka Ch.03



Chapter 3 is finally released, after much anticipation! I urge you to read and comment on the other two chapters, but if you don't I won't hold it against you. Because why would I? That's pretty stupid isn't it? Thanks everyone for your support, the final chapter should be up within two weeks!

*****

My heart was a bass drum booming in my chest as I followed closely behind my ginger haired goddess, both of us leaving liquid footprints in our wake. The trees were swaying, matching the unease I felt burying itself in my stomach. 

We had already taken the steps to this point, so why was I so nervous to take the step that included driving my raging hard-on as deep inside of her as I could? I wasn't a virgin, but something about being with Cassie made me feel like a new person again. I didn't want to screw up, I wanted to make her feel as incredible as she made me feel.

She didn't even bother to cover up as she peeled her skin tight suit off her curves, slowly pulling it from her shoulders. Innocently coy looks were shot in my direction as she struggled to force the tiny bathing suit off her gentle frame. 

By the time it got down below her chest I thought I was going to have an aneurism. The waiting was incredibly painful but oh so worth it. Little droplets of water wiggled down her bosom, making veiny, watery pathways across the milky white skin they were caressing. Her dime sized nipples were shining in the moonlight, begging to be licked and sucked in the most sensual way. 

Reaching her tummy with the suit, she turned away from me and my mouth opened in protest. I didn't have time to voice my concerns before she slid the crumpled cotton prison down over her quivering, praise worthy ass. The fabric was then pulled tight against her upper thigh as she shook it, making the enormous globes of meat shake like they were being rocked by an earthquake. 

Finally, it dropped down around her ankles. My breath was stuck in my throat, keeping me from telling her how astonishingly beautiful she was. 

The pale light of the moon was surrounding her like a spotlight, giving me my own private show to a scene that few men would ever see. Her hair was still wet and messy, lightly tangled from our swim. That only served to give her a more ravishing, wild look as she bent down to pick up the suit.

She was purposefully taking her time with the task, letting my eyes follow her legs all the way up to her adorably tiny butthole. Her hands grabbed either side of her slick cheeks and pulled them apart with a leisurely tease. At last, I was treated to not only her bum being spread, but the juicy lips of her sticky pussy being spread like butter on a biscuit.

The suit was thrown at me and I barely had enough of a mind left to react to it, leaving me with a face covered in water and a bathing suit. After a time, I managed to regain my composure and plucked the suit from my face. I was surprised to see Cassie standing mere inches from me, chest rising and falling in a broken breathing pattern that suggested she was just as nervous as I was. 

"Your turn." She whispered to me. Her voice had hints of hesitation, like she was afraid of sounding so eager. 

Any chance of turning back evaporated the moment her hand clutched my towel, yanking it down and exposing the pole that was straining to find a way out of my swim trunks. She licked her lips, seemingly involuntarily. 

There was a quiet stillness falling over the trees around us, the leaves were holding their breath in suspense to see what would follow. They didn't get the show they were looking for, as Cassie took off like a bat out of hell towards the door linking my bedroom to the outdoors. 

She didn't have to wait long for me to keep up; I bolted inside as fast as my feet would carry me. 

I reached her and picked her up off her feet, using my one free hand to open the door. She hungrily attached her mouth to mine, whispering "oh fuck" to me over and over again until I was repeating it back to her mindlessly. 

Her tongue twisted around with mine, hands grasping my shoulders until she had no strength in her little hands. My hands had found their way to her butt to support her, taking a generous portion of the deliciously plump bottom that was squishing against my palms. 

By now I was sporting one of the most fantastic boners I had ever experienced, and it was digging right against her clit. I could tell by her moans of pleasure she was enjoying it, but I was too horny to be able to spend time on just her. That part would come later. 

The inside of the room was pitch black, with only the dim light of the stars to guide us to the futon that was tossed on the floor. We were both still frozen from running through the chilly night time air and were desperate for blankets. I tossed her onto the bed and grabbed blankets from the closet, eager as all hell to sedate my raging erection. 

When I turned back to her, she already had two fingers shoved in her hole. The room was so dark I had to follow the sound of her arranging the juices flowing freely from her muffin, fingers pushing against her g-spot with all the strength she could muster. 

My swim trunks were off faster than I had ever stripped naked, and I climbed into bed with her as soon as I threw the blankets onto the futon, covering her in the fuzzy linens. "Bastard." She muttered through clenched teeth and bittersweet whimpers. 

I lay beside her and she immediately mounted me, mashing the head of my cock against her little button again, causing her body to seize up. Our hips were moving in perfect unison as her grinding got faster and sloppier. I took a hold of her head and delicately pulled her to me so I could kiss her again.

My dick was sliding with ease through her lips, soaked in her heavy honey. There was a buzz in my entire lower half, waiting in anticipation to fuck her so deep she would taste me in her throat. 

Everything grew quiet as she slowed to a halt, holding her forehead against mine and trying her hardest to control the rapid breathing that was shaking her body like a bass drum. I felt a soft hand wrap around my throbbing member, placing the spongy head against the moist opening that was begging to be filled. 

"Ready?" I asked her.

"Always." Came her response as she started to lower herself onto me.

Fireworks rocked my brain, my brain shut down and let pure animalistic lust take over. The warmth of her kitten closed around me, waiting to take me to her gooey depths and hold me hostage there. Every inch she slid down she let out a sigh. I was motionless, letting her get used to being stretched out until she felt comfortable. After what felt like hours I felt myself hit a wall, pushed roughly against her cervix and captured by her drenched tunnel. She was so tight that I would have bet money at the time that I was in a different hole. 

Her hands were pushing down against my chest and her nails were dug in deep, leaving claw marks as she dragged them across me. 

I couldn't hear anything besides her breathing. I couldn't smell anything save for her sweet aroma filling the room. I couldn't feel anything except her slippery, hot pussy. I couldn't say anything that wasn't "oh fuck, Cassie." And I sure as hell couldn't see a damn thing more than a couple inches in front of me.

Our bodies moved in unison as she stated rocking back and forth, the top of my dong dragging against her cervix and stirring her insides like a boiling cauldron. Hips bouncing more, Cassie regained her composure enough to stick her lips against mine and dump her moans into my mouth so nobody would hear. 

Time and time again I slid inches out of her as she raised her ass, only to be thrown back into the steamy pit again when she slammed back down onto me. Her walls were tightening around me like a vice grip, squeezing drops of precum out of me and mixing them with the mess of hot juices that were glazing us. 

Our chests were pressed together as we fucked, not letting an inch come between us for fear of being apart for even a second. Her breasts were smashed against my chest and took on the appearance of two pillowy mounds of flesh being pressed on, but jiggled violently. 

Cassie put herself upright and I felt a rush of cool air fly at my chest. She pulled her hair behind her and bounced as hard down on me as she could, using all the weight of her tiny frame to bear down on the tip of my cock, buried as deep in her as either one of us could manage. Never before had my mind been so clear, yet so cloudy. All I wanted to do was fuck her, but I wanted to do it a thousand different ways.

Her hands moved to her chest and took a hold of her bouncy tits, letting her fingers squish them with vigour. Taking a hold of her pointy, pink nipples, Cassie pulled them with all her might. I thought she was going to hurt herself with how hard she was twisting and pinching them, but her squeals were proof enough for me that she was feeling nothing but the most precious pleasures known to man.

I wish I could say how long we were in that position; her grinding down on me while I thrust up to meet her down strokes. It felt like a life time before she rolled to the side and onto her back, spreading her legs and waiting patiently as I collected myself enough to get on top of her, for a change. 

Without even using my hands to guide myself, I found my cock slipping easily back inside of her. I stretched her out like new as I drove my pulsing rod to the hilt. Her stifled moans were a symphony to my ears as I pounded her as hard as my hips would manage. I felt her nails burning lines into my back but that didn't stop me, a little bit of pain was worth the unimaginable pleasure her narrow passage was giving me. 

Before I knew it, I was nearing the point of no return. I didn't know if I should be proud of how long I'd lasted. It could've been an hour, it could've been ten minutes. All I was certain of was that the floodgates were opening and I only had seconds before I emptied my balls inside of 

Cassie's desperate, sucking hole. 

I struggled to get the words out and even still only managed to spit out, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Not the sexiest thing I've ever said, but it got one hell of a reaction out of her. 

She locked her milky white legs behind my back and pulled me close as I groaned and shot rope after rope of thick cum inside of her. Seconds after I came I felt her body lock up and her tunnel contracted around the intruder that was thrusting inside of her and giving her another mind numbing orgasm. Her eyes rolled back and I thought for a moment she might've fallen unconscious, but it was just her brain shutting down momentarily to let her orgasm have free reign of her movements. 

Her toes curled and her body spasmed, relishing the new feeling of having a sticky load of baby butter coat her insides. Little gasps were leaking out of both of us until I had finally finished painting the walls of her vagina with my warm semen. 

We lay there in heavenly ecstasy, waiting as long as we could to pull away from each other. I kept my shaft trapped in her dripping clam, waiting until the stiffness went away. In time, the hardness went down and I was able to pull my rod, now soaked in our combined juices, from her squeezing slit. 

Cassie moved herself so she was cuddled up against my body, arm draped over me and head resting peacefully on my stomach. She purred softly, exhausted from the orgasm that had just rocked her to her core. 

I, on the other hand, was anything but tired. Physically, yes. But I was hours away from sleeping. Too much had taken place since we had arrived, too much for me to simply ignore the ever growing bond that was developing between me and my ginger princess. Noticing that Cassie was asleep, and starting to snore like a tiny lawnmower, I picked her up and walked her to her bedroom. 

I softly lay her down on the mattress and pulled the sheets up over her quietly breathing figure. The last thing I did before I left her room was plant a kiss on her forehead. 

My room was wide awake with the look and smell of sex; pillows and blankets were thrown across the floor, and the lingering scent of her peach was taking control of the room. It was only about 1 in the morning, which for me isn't very late at all. 

My first instinct was to grab a bottle of Jägermeister from the kitchen and watch the stars play hide and seek with each other. 

My legs were jelly as I made my way to the nearest bottle I could find, which turned out to be none other than Bacardi 151. "I guess I owe you one, huh?" I whispered to the bottle, somehow convinced that without it I wouldn't have had the opportunity to fuck Cassie into a coma. 

The walk outside was a slow on, deliberately slow, trying to take in every possible sight that was surrounding me. I made my way to the patio that hung over the lake, taking a seat on the fluffiest lounge chair that I could find. 

Every sound that I heard around me was another note in the melody of the wilderness. I watched leaves detach themselves from the trees they were growing from, and drift down a perilous path to the water below. Stars were blinking at me one at a time, aching for my gaze. 

I fed the bottle to my lips and took a drink, savouring the burn that followed all the way down to my stomach. 

Owl were cooing in the distance, talking to one another in foreign tongues. I lay flat on the lounge and let my bones unwind, using liquor to wash away the nervousness that still clung to my stomach. 

My mind was still spinning violently with images from less than an hour before, images that were keeping me from thinking about anything else. Eventually, those same images turned into dreams, where they dominated my subconscious. 

These dreams carried on until I wasn't sure whether or not I was awake, they felt so real it was like I was reliving everything all over again. I clearly imagined having Cassie nursing on my inflated knob, red and swelling from hours of attention. 

Her head was a jackhammer taking me down to the darkest regions of her throat, gurgling noises churning their way up from her stomach and being silenced by the cock meat taking up all the space in her mouth. She spat into her hand and used it like warm lube to coat the thick pole between her fingers. A frothy mixture of precum and spit was being used around my cock, covering it from the tip to the base in shiny, sticky juice. 

She stopped impaling herself just long enough to use her tongue to flick across the soft head, wrapping her tongue around the tip of the straining hose that was pounding her mouth like a hammer. The back of her throat was taking enough abuse that I thought I was going to bruise her, but she just kept letting me wander so deep down her throat that I pushed against the back of her mouth, scraping across the walls of her tonsils as she struggled, through clenched hands and teary eyes, to suck every drop of cum out of me that she could. 

My mind started clearing as I awoke from my dream, eyes blurry from sunlight exposure. I looked down and where I expected to see a pair of hastily arranged boxers, I instead saw a head of perfectly coloured autumn hair bobbing up and down on my shaft.

Her smile and bright blue eyes greeted me. "Good morning, cutie. Thought you could use a wakeup call." I must've forgotten that I walked back to my room last night. Looking around the room, I saw the empty Bacardi bottle to prove that I must've blacked out.

The sun was beaming down on her and collecting like sparkling golden pools in her eyes, tangling with the silky redness of her hair, which was flowing down around her like a sheet of armour. I rolled her sharply onto her back so I could topple her, pinning her to the floor and kissing her passionately. 

She fought back the giggles as her cute little feet locked behind my neck, making me tap out in defeat. I flopped off of her and joined in her laughter as out two hands interlocked in unison. "It's the swimming," she explained. "It makes me good at wrestling too."

"You're so full of shit." I tickled her until she was the one tapping out, making us even. I heard footsteps down the hallway, so I quickly covered Cassie with the blankets and pushed her down. Seconds later, Kyle appeared in the doorway with a goofy smile on his face.

"Morning, boss." 

"Good morning, Kyle." 

"How did you sleep? Have you seen Cassie anywhere?"

He didn't even care about how I slept, the cheeky bastard. "No, I haven't seen her. She might still be in her room?"

"Aw man, whenever I go in there she hits me. Never mind, I'm sure she's fine. If you see her, tell her it's breakfast time." Kyle took off back down the hall, knocking on all the walls on his way out.

When I was sure he was gone, I ripped the covers off of me and saw Cassie gobbling up every last inch of my dick with a wild hunger in her eyes. Sticking it down her throat until I thought I would hit her stomach, then backing off and sucking gently on the head while she played with my balls. 

I was finally able to coax her from playing with me, thought she gave me up with a whimper. "Cassie, it's breakfast time." I pecked her on the lips.

"I know, I heard." She grumbled, pulling her hand out of her panties and licking off the gooey, sticky honey off of her fingers. 

We rose to our feet and I got dressed into flannel pants and an old band tee, sporting "Miss Fortune" in big bold font. I walked out looking like a fashion disaster. 

Cassie pinched my butt on the way to breakfast and then skipped out of my range, walking backwards and taunting me. "Do something about, chump." Yes, that was the best insult her sweet little heart could handle. 

"Oh, I plan on doing something about. I just hope you're ready." My voice came off cold and sharp, enough to knock her out of her teasing and put a seed of fear in her eyes. She nodded quickly and walked to her seat with a poorly hidden smile. 

Breakfast was, yet again, a meal that went hand in hand with the loud story telling of the fathers. They were rambling on endlessly, only taking breaths so they would have time to eat again. It was fun watching them act like such children, something no child sees of their parents. 

There was an undeniable spark in the air between Cassie and I, and between the stolen glances and stifled smiles, it was pretty obvious something was up. Nobody said anything, but it was evident on my mother's face that she had an idea of what was going on.

After breakfast was all cleaned up, the dad's suggested a two on two volleyball game down on the beach. Cassie immediately leapt to attention at the instance of a challenge. I looked at Kyle, silently begging him to be her partner. 

"And Garrett will be my partner." 

Shit.

I hadn't played volleyball for a very long time, and was curious to see if my old skills in the game would come back to help me. Cassie had taken a stand beside me, knees bent and ready to start our game. 

The dad's got the ball first and were using this opportunity to take as long as they could to serve it to us. Their entire attention span was being sucked into trying to come up with a team name. 

"Hot Shame?"

"Too obvious." My dad was scratching his head like people do in movies, like he was really stumped trying to think of a good name. 

"How is that possibly too obvious of a name?" Cassie yelled over to them.

"Back off, think of your own team name!" Cam was just as dead set on thinking up a team name as my dad was. "Oh what about The Indoor Kites?" 

"Brilliant!" 

Cassie and I were exchanging disturbed glances as Cam took a step up to serve the ball. His arm delivered a powerhouse of a shot and it ended up bouncing harmlessly out of the court. 

Hot sand was biting at my feet with every step I took, and every dive I attempted ended with a spray of sand hitting me in the face. "I hate this game!" I exclaimed, wiping a fresh batch of grainy dirt from my eyes. "Why couldn't we play soccer? Nobody ever gets hurt in soccer unless they're faking it!"




Muskoka Ch.03



Despite my best efforts, the game continued. Around the midway mark it actually even started to turn around. Where the dads, or "The Indoor Kites" had been leading the whole game by at least three points, they were now being steadily knocked into submission by the awesome defence Cassie and I had constructed. 

We had only a few seconds left and we were winning, but it was my dad's serve. He eyeballed me with intensity before throwing the ball in the air and slamming it towards me with vicious focus. 

I froze as the ball hurdled towards me, only to be saved by Cassie diving in front of me to bump the ball back to the opposing side. 

Cameron was ready to receive it, and volleyed the ball to my dad, who knocked it back towards our side. In a last ditch attempt, I swung my foot out and kicked the ball back to the net where Cassie was waiting to spike it down like a comet on the other team. 

Both Cameron and my dad dove for the ball, but it slipped through their hands and landed safely in the sand, scoring us just one more point on top of the huge lead we already secured. It was enough to snag us the win, which we celebrated with a chest bump.

Team Indoor Kites was exhausted and ran like giddy children to dive into the brisk, refreshing water that was beckoning for us from the sidelines. Our mothers had been tired out by just watching the intense game, so they decided on a swim as well. They walked by Kyle on the way and flicked him to see if he was conscious.

He wasn't.

Adam had taken the kids on a nature walk, no doubt showing over enthusiasm when they brought him an oddly coloured rock or a cool, misshapen stick. 

"Well, I could sure as hell use a shower." Cassie winked to me, wagging her ass to tease me into following her inside. 

As soon as we were in the bathroom and out of sight, Cassie got undressed. I was still stuck motionless every time I saw her naked; she was just breathtaking. She was still breathing heavily from our intense game, and I wasn't complaining about that because it made her tits rise and fall so rapidly they were starting to jiggle a bit. She turned on the water and started to run a shower, stepping into the warm water and letting it wipe the sand off her shoulders and chest.

Her hands moved in between her big breasts, making sure the water washed under them, and all over them as she used her palms to squeeze every inch of her glorious melons. She moved a hand down to her muffin and moved a finger inside of herself with ease. Her moans became audible as she tickled her clit and pinched her protruding nipple. 

The bottle of body lotion sitting on the side of the shower was quickly poured all over her chest, letting the goopy liquid run over her every curve and making her tits shine like a new car. She rubbed the oil everywhere she could reach, in between her breasts, through her slit and down over her legs, even rubbing the lotion between the cheeks of her bum, getting them slippery and wet so when she started smacking her bottom, it rippled and sent bits of lotion on the floor. 

Surprising me, Cassie bent down as low as she could and spread her ass with one hand, letting me get an untouched view of her slick, puckered asshole. She reached around with her free hand and slowly pushed one finger inside of her tight little rear end, forcing up to one knuckle into her bum and wiggling it around like a snake. 

She was biting her lip and had her chest firmly placed against the shower wall, fighting through pain to get to the pleasure that her ass was bringing her. As she slipped her finger out, I watched her butthole struggle to close all the way, leaving a tiny little gape that I was aching to fill. 

Her butt clenched and the hole closed, squeezing out a little drop of lotion when it tightened back up. She kept squeezing her hole like that, hands spreading her cheeks and letting her back door wink at me. 

She spun around and closed the shower curtains with a laugh, leaving me standing like an idiot with a raging erection in my pants. 

I rushed out of the bathroom as soon as I heard footsteps and laugher coming up from the beach, hurrying to get a shirt on so I could hide my arousal. Luckily, the laughter belonged to my mother and Deb, and they were coming in to make lunch. "Garrett, sweetheart." My mother called me. 

I waltzed into the kitchen as nonchalantly as I could, unsure of how well I was pulling it off. 

I entered to find them taking sandwich ingredients from the fridge and beckoning for my help. "Come cut vegetables for the sandwiches, tomatoes and onions especially." I hate tomatoes. What I hated even worse was knowing that I was making these stupid sandwiches rather than plastering Cassie's face with cum. 

"So, you and Cassie have been spending a lot of time together." My mother wouldn't even make eye contact with me, she just kept laying out pieces of ham and turkey onto a colourful plastic plate. "Anything going on between you two?"

"Of course not, mom." 

"I noticed it too!" Deb chimed in, taking a pause only to sip her Mojito. "She likes you, I can tell."

"How's that?" I asked, without letting suspicious creep in my voice. I clearly knew by now that Cassie had a bit of an infatuation over me, the same way I did with her. Nevertheless, I was curious to see what other hints she had dropped that she was into me.

Debbie finished off her drink and went to the fridge to pour another, encouraging wails from my mom. "Stop drinking, you goon. Help me make sandwiches for the kids!" Deb stuck her tongue out in a playful manner as she topped off her drink. She made her way over to me and leaned against the counter.

"I know she's into you," Deb twirled the drink around in her glass, without spilling a drop. "Because she never spends time with other guys. She doesn't like them, finds them too 'guy-ish' I guess. Something about you intrigues her. I've never seen her so eager to spend time with somebody."

"Well, I'm sure she's just being nice so I have fun." This got a coo from the moms.

"Isn't he sweet," my mom pinched my cheeks. "Poor guy doesn't know how much he doesn't know about girls." The women burst out in laughter while I turned back to my vegetables, more and more thoughts taking up space in my head.

Onions were biting at my eyes when she finally emerged from her shower, smelling like lemon and cucumber. She was wearing a short sundress, bright yellow with lacy frills around all the edges except for her bustline, which was free of lace and exposed only her billowing chest. The dress cut off just under her bum, barely giving me a peak at her massive, quivering bum.

She threw me a soft smile before taking a seat at the counter where I was cutting. "Cutting onions making you sad, huh?"

"Real funny." Of course, it wasn't.

"Let me borrow him, mom?" Cassie asked. I thought it was a bit odd having her beg for me like that, but the stir it was causing in my pants was wiping that worry away. 

Without waiting for an answer, Cassie grabbed my hand and led the way back to my rec room bedroom, where she swiftly closed the blinds and bent herself over the box-like benches that lined the wall. She hurriedly pulled up her skirt up to her tummy, leaving her big, juicy ass in plain view for me to gawk over. This wasn't the time for staring, however. This was the time for action.

Her bottom half was sporting an impossibly thin g-string which was helpless to being swallowed by her monstrous glowing globes. It was yellow, just like her sundress, and had a small wet spot right about where it should be. "Wet again, for me?"

"For you?" She asked with bated breath. "Always." 

I grabbed Cassie's panties and yanked them down, letting her feel the air from the room brush against her dripping wet kitten. She reached back with both hands until her palms were on her ass and her fingers were against her slit, which she happily spread for me. 

No time was wasted in whipping my cock out and pushing it to her hole, letting the wetness she was flooding out collect on the end of my shaft. 

Her ass was spread open so wide that I didn't even have to guide myself into her vagina, all the lubrication was more than I needed to sink in balls deep on one slow push. 

She gasped at every inch that entered her until she felt my hips against her bottom, eliciting a sigh from her as she relaxed and let her tunnel shape itself to the intruder forcing her open. 

I wasted no time in being gentle. My hand took a hold of her hair and I slammed my cock in and out of her with no warning. 

"J-Jesus Christ, Garrett." Her entire body was rocking like a tornado as I pounded her tiny hole with all the energy I had to give her. She was so tight it was milking precum out of me, adding to the mess of wetness she was already secreting. 

I saw her knees lock up and knew she wouldn't stay supported for long, so I sped up my pace. 

Her mouth stuck open in an "O" shape as I ravaged her peach, letting no inch go unexplored by my adventurous cock. Cassie started pushing back to meet my thrusts and smack her bum against my waist, giving my dick no choice but to bottom out in her pussy.  

Looking down, I was greeted to the sight of her trying desperately to stay stretched around my veiny, throbbing pipe. Above that was her asshole, being spread so wide it could hardly take the strain. It was tightening and relaxing every time I pulled out of her, trying to compensate for the empty feeling she felt when I wasn't inside of her. Her butthole was light brown, no hair to be seen, and gaping a little as her fingers dug into her skin, pulling it apart until I gave in to my temptations.

I used my hands to make sure her bottom would stay spread and licked my lips, spitting down onto the gape that was teasing me. She let out a soft, surprised moan as the spit started to ease its way inside her asshole, the rest I slid around with my finger before inserting two of them and twisting my digits around.

Her tightest hole was begging to be fucked, but I knew we had no time. The miniscule tunnel was anxiously awaiting the day I would force her to take me until she split. Instead I kept up the assault with my fingers as I scraped and clawed at the walls of her ass, opening her from the inside out. 

She was whimpering and squirming in pain, trying to take my cock and adjust to the empty space in her bubbly butt. Her walls were as soft as butter, easily giving way to the pressure my fingers were putting on her. I was so into it, I barely heard her tell me she was going to cum.

Burying her face in a pillow was the most she could do to silence her moans oh "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Watching her writing in pain and pleasure was too much for me to handle as I blew my load in her quivering pussy. 

Wave after wave of cum splashed around inside of her constricting tunnel of honey, bucking on my cock until I had no more semen to inject her with. She lay motionless and savoured the feeling of being stuffed, knowing she would spend the rest of the day with my hot spunk washing around in her womb. 

She moved forward and my dick dropped from her muffin, only to have her suck off the mixture of sweet juices and semen that was coating my rock hard pillar. Cassie happily licked every drop off, before giving my balls a quick kiss. "Tasty." She whispered, to herself more than to me. 

Standing up, she arranged her panties so they would fit again. "I guess there's only one thing left."

My heart raced in anticipation.

"I wanna see who caves first." She smiled slyly, but I still remained confused as she walked up to me and took a handful of my junk, kissing my neck as she whispered in my ear. Her whispers told me she wanted to see who would last longer.

My big pulsing cock, or her steamy, puckered asshole.



Muskoka Ch.04



NOTE: I know I said this would be the final chapter, but there's just too much that needs to be wrapped up and this chapter already ran on longer than the others. The fifth (and hopefully) final chapter will be up within about a week, enjoy!

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My mind was a flurry with the knowledge that Cassie wanted me to take her anal cherry. Although I was on board with the idea, I wasn't entirely sure that she would be able to fit all of me; she hadn't ever had more than a couple fingers up there. 

At the time, however, I had to pull my mind from the recurring thought of gaping the asshole of my irresistibly sexy redheaded minx. 

I finally snapped from my daze when my mom called my name. 

We were sitting around on the beach, waiting for something exciting to happen. "Garrett!" My mother repeated. "Can you please pass me the chips?" 

I handed her the bowl, overflowing with salt and vinegar potato chips, and almost fell right back into my day dream. Looking over at Cassie, I could see she was having the same issue. 

"Cassie Kelly, you are being a very rude host." Deb exclaimed, chuckling back and forth with my dad, playing their classic game of 'who can annoy their kids more effectively?' where the only winners are the two of them. 

"She's tanning, Mom." Kyle was leafing through a magazine titled 'Rifle Fanatic!' and sipping out of a coconut. 

"Did you really but a coconut just so you could drink out of it?" I asked.

"Of course not," Kyle flipped down his sunglasses so I could see his eyes. "I got my mom to pay for it. Tropical fruits are like, her thing, now."

"This is the truth." Deb blissfully shouted as she gobbled down a piece of mango.

There was an irregular stillness across the water, making the whole day seem off kilter. Adam was relaxing in a chair, sleeping off the past couple days of non-stop activity, while Sophie and Jensen kept themselves occupied by building sandcastles side by side. 

I thought it was cute, until it then became a challenge to see whose would fall first victim to a volley of balls of sand. The loser of this sand fight (I honestly can't distinguish between their wails anymore, so it could have been either one of them) was in tears, evoking a motherly response from both the mom's. 

Cameron had taken my dad out to look at his new boat, equipped with a 'booming stereo system and luxury seating'. While they were busy, Cassie leaned over to me and asked me what I was thinking about. 

"Our little arrangement has been sort of taking control of my thoughts." I admitted, keeping my eyes locked on the small boat that was chugging along in the distance, carrying a water skier behind it. 

"Me too." Her voice was as eager as mine was, but with far more nervousness hiding in it. 

"Kids!" Cameron was yelling from the boat. "Want to go wakeboarding?"

"Can we go tubing?" Sophie and Jensen mirrored each other perfectly. 

"Sure!" The boat started up with an angry growl, getting a good amount of cheering from the kids, as they took off like bullets towards the large inflatable tube that was being tethered to the boat. 

Cassie slipped into her flip flops and pulled me up from my chair. "Come on, I wanna watch them fly out! You coming, Kyle?" 

"Not at all, I've seen them flip out dozens of times."

"I'm gonna get a concussion!" Jensen screamed as he jumped around while his mother tried to fit him with a life jacket.

After they had settled down enough that we could get them safely seated in the boat, Cameron took us off into the middle of the lake. The kids were bounding around like popcorn and screaming like banshees. "Faster!" They yelled in unison.

"Man, my kids are psychotic." Cam shook his head and increased our speed. 

Cassie had brought a bottle of rum with us on the boat so we had something to do while waiting patiently for one of the children to go airborne. 

She handed me a red cup and filled it up to the second line. "Trying to get me drunk?"

"No, just preparing myself. I hear alcohol helps numb pain so I need all the help I can get." She blushed and sipped her rum tediously. "Truth or dare?"

"Come on, Cas, how old are we?" 

"Shut up, it'll be fun!" She was too energetic for me to say no to her. Plus, I was insanely curious to see where this would lead.

We were seated at the front of the boat, with wind whipping to fast that I could barely hear Cassie, even though she was sitting right next to me. 

"What did you say?"

"I said that I pick truth!"

"Wussy." I mocked her. She kicked at me and nearly knocked the drink from my hands. 

"Fine, you pick truth?"

She nodded.

"Was I your first time?" A question I had been dying to ask her since we first had sex. I didn't have any expectations, since I hadn't split her hymen it's possible she wasn't a virgin. Then again, it's possible it broke during one of her countless hours of playing sports. There was no question that she was certainly tight enough to be a virgin.

Just thinking about having her sprawled out on her back with her legs wrapped around me, my iron pole balls deep in her velvety smooth vagina, was giving me goosebumps. "Yes, you were." 

I shook myself out of my daydream and realised realized what she'd said, unable to stop a smile from creeping onto my face. "How are you so good at it then? And so...confident?"

"Confident how?"

"Most girls I know wouldn't be so eager for sex that they'd just hike their skirt up in a room with the blinds closed, especially not after they've only had sex for the first time like the 

day before that, or whenever it was."

"I'm glad it was so special for you." She sneered at me with a hiss. "I'm kidding, Garrett. I practice a lot, reading up on the subject. I guess I just always wanted to seem experienced so I didn't feel like an amateur."

"Interesting. So, why so eager then?" I was nearing the bottom of my drink and starting to feel the woozy effects of alcohol. "Am I that good?" Cassie punched me in the arm.

My dad was watching the kids flying around like fire on a leash, laughing in hysterics when Jensen tried to stand up. Jensen was thrown from the tube, and went down smiling. 

Our boat chugged up beside the kids and they were splashing each other with lake water, spitting it out of their mouths. Cassie kept her voice to a whisper and leaned her head on my shoulder while the dads were trying to pull Jensen back in the tube. 

"I don't know if you're good, all I know is that my muffin is dying to be buttered, and my throat needs a healthy dose of icing." Her lips pressed against my neck and she ran her nails across my thigh, getting my heartbeat racing. 

"You're horrible." I muttered, regrettably pulling away before anybody saw us. "Your turn. Ask me."

Her face scrunched up as she tried to think of a question I wouldn't want to answer. She looked like a little chipmunk trying to remember where it had left an acorn. "Oh, I know!"

"Yes?" I was very intrigued by her excitement, hoping she had thought of something awesome.

Taking a long drink, she patiently waited until I became visibly anxious before she finally let me in on the secret question. "Have you ever been in love?"

My stomach churned as I considered the gravity of her inquiry. Fortunately, I kept myself calm on the outside when I answered, "Yes."

"With whom?" Her eyes were dinner plates, so wide and filled with interest. 

"Tisk tisk, Cas. Only one question per turn."

"Lame." Cassie slumped down in her seat and pouted, looking adorable as all hell while doing it. "Your turn to ask me, I guess."

Our boat was whipping across the waves like an arrow, splitting the water in front of us in half as we rocketed across the smooth surface, bringing a raging wake behind us. Geese were littering the water nearby, but took off in a hurry as we flew by them. Cam made sure to stay far enough away from the docks so we didn't disturb the mothers, as they had made their way into the water and were lazily floating around on brightly coloured foam noodles and cheering us on from the sidelines. 

I thought over my question carefully, wondering how much I could get Cassie to open up to me. She was staring at me with perfectly indigo eyes, hands shaking a little as she held her drink. She was nervous. Nervous that I was in love with her. 

The only question I had for myself was whether or not I was, and that was a question I wasn't ready to answer yet. 

"I've got one." I exclaimed, so she motioned for me to continue. Knowing the nature of the question, I leaned in closer and she followed suit. "What's your darkest fetish?"

"Dark how?" Was her response, which is exactly the kind of response you'd want from a question like that. I couldn't help but imagine that she had numerous ones, and was only going to give me her favourite. 

I realized I had left that question fairly open ended. "Tell me your favourite one, I suppose." I tried not to sound too ecstatic. 

"Well," Her cheeks flamed up in a brilliant shade of red. "I've always wanted to be dominated."

I could hear my heart in my ears, flushing away the sound of the lake rushing by us. "How?" Was all I managed to squeak out. 

Her eyes darted to the back of the boat to make sure the dads were sufficiently distracted with making sure the kids didn't crash again. "I think it would be fun to be tied down, you know? To have no control and have to put all my faith in someone that they'll keep me safe. That, and I've always wanted to see what it's like to have more than fingers in my butt."

Sexier words had never graced my ears. "Anything else?"

She blushed a darker shade of red, took a big sigh, and cleared her throat. "To me, anyway, the idea of being knocked up was always a turn on."

All hints of a smile vanished from my face in an instant. "Pardon?" I needed to make sure I heard her properly before I flew off the handle. Had she only been having sex with me so she would get pregnant?

"No, I haven't been." She answered me before I could even ask. "I'm on the pill right now, and I don't have much interest in changing that. I just think the idea of you getting me pregnant is hot. Which is why I always make sure you're inside me when you...finish."

She was so red I would've sworn I could even see flecks of purple in her cheeks, but that must've been the alcohol taking over. With that being said, she was then quick to add, "But I also really do like swallowing." Cue a frenzied heartbeat and shallow breathing.

"I think we can do something about that, then." I smiled at her and we both finished our drinks. We were now pulling up to the dock with the tube trailing patiently behind us. 

Her and I jumped onto the creaky wooden dock and tried our best not to look anxious as we walked up the stone steps to the cottage while practically blooming with excitement. Nobody else was inside yet; Cassie and I were alone with our raging hormones. We knew there wasn't much time before everybody joined us inside, so we rushed to Cassie's room, closing the bathroom door on our way in. 

"Why did you close the door?" I asked, almost too horny to ask.

"Just trust me."

I sat down on her bed as she closed her bedroom door and she tugged off my pants with the speed of a thousand hands. There wasn't any time for me to realize what was going on until her lips were tightly sealed around my already semi-hard cock. 

Her head started sliding up and down my boner, making it rapidly grow harder and longer. With her mouth stuffed, Cassie was only able to moan in approval as her sucking sounds filled the room. 

Her tongue was playing with me, letting the soft and velvety surface forcefully push against the head of my shaft. She was tracing circles around the tip, pulling her head off to spit on my pulsating rod and create a creamy froth to jerk my off with. 

I fell back on the bed, unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure that was surging through me. Her mouth latched itself onto my balls and tenderly nursed on them, her hand a blinding blur of motion as it gave long, steady stroked up and down the toy she was so captivated by. 

Nothing was stopping Cassie as she devoured every inch of me with a hunger, making it her mission to extract the explosion of semen that was starting to boil in my balls. I couldn't resist the urge to lift my head and watch her suck on me. "Feed me." She begged between heavy, wet licks across my dick, making direct eye contact as her lips tightly sucked around the head of my shiny, purple knob. 

Her fingers were playing freely with my balls, rolling them around her delicate fingers and scratching them lightly until my moans let her know she was doing a fantastic job. She spat again onto my balls and rubbed the makeshift lube over the spheres spilling over her hands. 

Cassie's tiny palms were struggling to wrap around me, and the contract of my light beige skin looked fabulous as it peaked through the cracks in her perfectly pearl coloured hands. She freed one hand and reached down between her legs, gathering as much of her sticky syrup as she could before spreading it like warm butter over my cock. 

There was now a good deal of frothy cream surrounding my whole dick, and she was using it to expertly navigate her hand. She removed her hand and tied her hair behind her with an elastic, taking a deep breath before placing her mouth against the tip of my dong and slowly lowering her head down until I was knocking against the back of her throat. 

Then she started going deeper. 

I thought I was going to end up in her stomach with how forcefully she was pushing her head down onto me, savoring every centimeter that passed down her gullet. I relished in the idea that she was tasting a sweet and sour mixture of her own spit, my precum, and her gooey nectar. All the while enjoying the flavour that was coating her taste buds as she viciously gagged on my throbbing erection.

My nuts were bubbling with the urge to be released, and every second that passed was a second I grew closer to basting Cassie's stomach in a heavy portion of buttery cum. Her eyes were silently begging me to treat her to the sweet, liquid candy that was about to erupt from my cannon. 

Seconds were creeping by as I neared the grand finale, but before Cassie pushed me over the edge, Kyle knocked on her door. "Cassie, you in there?"

She released my dick from her moth with an audible pop that rang in my ears. Her hand continued to explore the length of my shaft as she bit back the anger she now had for her brother. She pushed a finger to her lips, indicating that I should stay silent. I thought she would stop, but she continued pumping her little fist up and down the length of my pole, not stopping even when she yelled back; "Yeah, what do you want?" 

As soon Cassie she finished her sentence she dropped her head back down so she could get back to slurping up the wet mess she had covered my lower half in. My eyes were rolling back in my head as I knew I was about to cum, just as she stopped for the second time. She threw a wink in my direction, and I knew she was just toying with me now.

"Mom says it's time for lunch, have you seen Garrett?" 

The bubbly mixture of our combined juices were foaming slightly as her hand relentlessly jerked me off. She stuck out her tongue and let the frothy cream collect on her tongue before she swallowed it, licking her lips seductively. She called back out to Kyle, "He's in the bathroom." Ah, so that's why she shut the door.

"He is?" Kyle moved back from Cassie's door to the bathroom and yelled in. "Hey, you in there chief?"

Pure horror stretched across my face but Cassie calmly replied; "Kyle, you ass, don't talk to him while he's in there." 

"Oh, right. Sorry, jimathy." We heard Kyle's footsteps move down the hall to the kitchen, away from us. 

Cassie eyeballed me as she slowed her strokes so I wouldn't blow my load so quickly. "Are you ready, baby?" All I could do was nod in response. 

Cassie bent down and gobbled up half my cock, using her hands to pull and play with my balls, and rapidly smooth her other hand like a corkscrew around the girth of the invader filling her mouth. 

I moaned softly as I knew I there was no going back now. She took me deep and her larynx closed around my rock hard member, making it quiver with delight and pleasure. My balls were tightly pinned against my bum as she fucked my with her steamy, hot throat, letting the squishy texture of it stimulate anything that touched it. 

I didn't even have the energy to tell her I was going to cum, but she could tell based on how much I swelled up. She moved her head off of me and sped up her strokes faster than I've ever seen them. She was as eager and desperate to swallow as I was to let her. 

With a hefty groan, I let myself go. Strands of cum splashed against her face, going from her cheek up to her eye and glazing it shut. The second strand shot at her mouth and went from her bottom lip up to her nose. She licked her lips to get all that she could but I wasn't done yet. 

Orgasming like I never had in my life, a third and fourth rope of semen stretched up her forehead and over the bridge of her nose. The bright white cream was making her skin sparkle as the light hit it, her mouth now agape in awe at how much I had just covered her in.

She pulled back and stood up, covered in jizz and looking like a cheap Picasso painting. Her finger wiped a gooey mass off her forehead and she swallowed it gleefully, with a giggle and all. 

"Let me go get cleaned up, we don't want the whole world knowing what a slut I am, do we?" She joked before blowing me a kiss.

I was breathless, and speechless, and exhausted. I nodded my head and she scurried off to get cleaned up while I sauntered into the kitchen to collect my thoughts. 

Cassie had awoken a thirst in me that I didn't know existed. A thirst for her, and only her. It was hard to focus on anything more than the dream of having her to myself for as long as I wanted. 

There was a fear in my heart, saying that my hunger would rarely remain calmed, and that only my ginger princess would be able to calm it. But this fear was accompanied by a sense of immense satisfaction knowing I had found somebody I connected with so deeply. The only thing that remained was the question of whether or not I would be able to keep her mine as time moved on.

I had never been in love, and frankly the idea of that happening over the course of a handful of days scared the living hell out of me. All I knew for sure was that if love existed for me, Cassie was the closest to it that I had found. 

My breathing finally found a steady pace as my feet crossed the threshold into the kitchen, where I found everyone sitting around the TV watching Kyle face off against his siblings in a wicked game of virtual soccer. Food was lying around the table in a buffet style, plates overflowing with everything from turkey and ham to scalloped potatoes and cheese croissants. 

"Take a plate and dig in!" Deb shouted from her spot beside her oldest son on the couch, biting into an enormous leg of turkey. 

I piled up a plate with a heaping portion of everything I could get my hands on. The orgasms Cassie had constantly been giving me had left my stomach (and my balls) feeling drained, thought I was miles away from complaining. 

Sophie and Jensen were dead focused on beating their older brother, but Kyle was barely paying attention to the game as he easily scored another goal, pushing the total score to 6-1. I assumed he had let them score a goal so they wouldn't feel completely left out, like the true sweetheart he's known to be.

I sat beside my mom on the leather loveseat and she rested her head on my shoulder. "I haven't seen you all day, where have you been?" She sounded upset so I wanted to assure her we would spend more time together before we left Muskoka.




Muskoka Ch.04



"Sorry, got caught up hanging with Cas."

"You two are spending an awful lot of time together, huh?"

"I guess so, yeah. Maybe we can go for a walk later?" I wanted to talk, but my mind was half dead from lack of nutrition so I turned my full attention to the plate of hot food in my lap. 

"Thank you, honey, but I really don't mind. Deb has kept me plenty entertained." Debbie perked up at the mention of her name and clued into our conversation, insisting that Cassie and I keep spending together. 

Hey, if she wanted me to hang out with their daughter I was more than happy to oblige. 

I heard familiar footsteps pitter-pattering their way up behind me. "Afternoon, family." Came the golden voice I had come to know so well. "Another feast for lunch, I see?"

"Yes, Cassie dearest, you know we only dine in the most exquisite of manors." Cassie stole a drumstick off her mother's plate and they cheered with their respecting meat sticks, laughing at their satire of high society. 

"Any plans for later today?" Cassie set her firm butt down on the arm of the loveseat beside me, delving into the intense game of soccer that was developing on the TV. 

"Only plans I got," Kyle piped in. "Is cleaning up the mess these kids make once I whip their butts."

Sophie and Jensen stuck their tongues out at him and threw pillows to distract their fearsome competitor, to no avail. 

I was fascinated with the fact that we were all sitting around so peacefully, nobody aware that only minutes ago Cassie's face had been caked with enough cum to drown a less talented individual. 

She shot me a knowing smile, obviously aware that there was only one thing running through my mind. 

The match continued until the eventual downfall of the young children, who took their loss like a pair of champions. We all paired up and went our 

separate ways to spend the day however we desired. My parents took the kids, Adam included, up to the grassy knoll the trampoline sat on, to play football. Cameron and Deb both grabbed their favorite drinks and retired to the beach with Kyle to let the afternoon have its way with them. "Do you guys wanna come with us?"

"No, thanks mom." Cassie was washing the plates stacked up in front of her, with me as her drying companion. "I think Garrett and I are gonna go into town, if that's okay."

"Oh cool," Cameron struggled to open the door whilst holding a beer in each hand, while cradling a third in the crook of his arm. "We were just talking about going to town, maybe we'll join you."

Deb opened the door and hurried her husband outside. "No, maybe we won't. You kids have fun." The three of them made their way down to the beach, where sun was illuminating the brightly coloured chairs staring openly at the lake, inhaling and exhaling waves that lapped at the beachhead. 

"Come on, loser, we've got a town to explore!" Cassie teased me and grabbed a pair of car keys, darting out towards the truck seated in the driveway. 

The drive to town was long and boring, neither of us knowing how to properly express how we were feeling, like a pair of typical teenagers. I spend the ride watching dust float up behind us as our truck kicked up pebbles and dirt on the once sleepy road.

Without even thinking about it, I reached a hand over to Cassie and took her hand in mine, cradling her soft extremity and gazing warmly at the satisfied smile that crept across her cheeks. 

Town was explosive with action, people bustling back and forth between the army of stores that littered the waterfront pier. Like a professional tour guide, I was taken by Cassie to what I can safely say is the best ice cream shop ever built.

Walking between the busy men and women passing us, I felt a rush of happiness having Cassie by my side. "Where to next?" I asked.

"I was thinking maybe over there." She pointed to a store that fit perfectly into the corner of a large stone building, aptly named 'The Muskoka Corner'. We approached it and I saw it was a traditional clothing store, filled with bustling patrons.

She instantly grabbed a bright green shirt and flashed it to me, jokingly asking if she could pull it off. "Do you think it matches my eyes?" 

"Those baby blues match anything, if you ask me." 

"That was corny, but very sweet, so I'm choosing to let it slide. But watch yourself, O'Neil, it takes more than cheese to woo me."

"You sound like a very difficult woman to please." We walked through the walls of clothes, picking out items for each other that looked good.

"You've never had much trouble with that." She winked and wagged her bum in my direction before taking off down an aisle of tank tops and sweatpants. I took a mental note of the odd paring of those two particular clothing items before darting after her, catching up and grabbing her by the waist to pull her close to me.

She cried out in surprise, but was quick to silence herself with my lips.

Holding her close to me surrounded by strangers was an interesting type of freedom, something I wasn't keen on letting go as she dashed away from me and grabbed anything off the hooks that looked suitable to her tastes. "Do I get to see you try those on?" I shouted after her.

I couldn't see her as she turned the corner, but I heard her answer, "If you play your cards right you might just get to see me take them off instead."

The next hour we spent in town was never less than amazing. I was taken everywhere from the tiniest, rustic jewellery store, to a massive, open ended boat dealership just to explore the vast ships that stood tall and mighty overlooking the lake, just for fun. 

We mixed and mingled with the hurried sea of motion that was pulling and pushing us in different directions.

Somehow we ended up in an erotic novelty shop, equipped with a vast array of fake penises and handcuffs dangling from the walls. There were lubes lining the shelves, magazines organized neatly underneath stacks of XXX movies, and weird kinds of lotion and jelly that would no doubt be more confusing than fun to use in the bedroom.

Nevertheless, Cassie was beyond intrigued. Her eyes caressed the erotic display stands fitted with leather costumes and whips, with a look that was a cross of interested and hesitation. "You okay?" I asked. She nodded hurriedly, not making eyes contact as she brushed past an employee. 

"Can I help you folks?" She asked with a friendly smile I hadn't expected to see in a sex dungeon. 

"Yes," Cassie piped up with enthusiasm. "I'm looking for something that can help him fuck my ass, without ripping me in half."

My jaw dropped and I expected the employee, whose name tag read 'Carla', to do the same. Instead, she laughed at Cassie's brashness and motioned for us to follow her to the lube section, which Cassie must've missed. I assumed she must get comments like that all the time, but I was still taken aback that my ginger princess had such a dirty mouth on her. Well, I wasn't TOTALLY surprised, to be fair. 

"Here." Carla pointed to numerous colourful bottles of lotion and lube packed tightly against each other on the wall at the back of the store. 

"This is everything we have that'll grease you up nicely. I suggest something that heats up, or smells nice, but it's really your choice. Come to the counter when you're done and I'll ring you up." She smiled again and walked away, leaving us standing mouth agape at the extensive selection.

"What the-"

"I know." I interrupted, a smile slipping onto my face as I realized just how close I was to taking the last virginity Cassie had.

Grabbing one of the shelf, I read out its special qualities. "Extra sticky? Who would want that?"

"People with a glue fetish I guess, something for everyone." Her words were aimed at me but her gaze wasn't, she was lost in the ocean of products that would soon be filling her insides. 

"Which one do you want covering your butthole, Cas?" She blushed at my question and waved me off, still not making eye contact. 

"Something simple, like baby oil." Picking one off the shelf proved more difficult than we had expected, but at last we found a bottle of baby oil, or something like it, that bragged about the shine it would give her perfectly shaped tush. On top of that, it was apparently able to last longer without soaking into her skin, so the shimmer would stay prominent through the whole experience. 

We grabbed the bottle and went to buy it, getting knowing looks from Carla. "You two make a very cute couple, by the way."

"Oh we aren't-." Cassie jabbed me in the ribs before I could finish my sentence. 

"Thank you." She smiled, looking up at me. I pecked her on the lips and she giggled to herself. We bought the lube and walked out of the store, deciding where to go next. 

Cassie took me down to the pier and we sat on a bench, losing ourselves in the breathtaking scenery that was painted around us. She fell comfortably into my arms and let out a breath that she had been holding in for quite some time. "I've always wanted to bring somebody here."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, I just think it's different to take in something so beautiful with someone you care about." Well gosh darn if I didn't have a goofy smile pasted on my face before, I sure had one now. 

"I know the feeling." I kissed her forehead and she cooed quietly, letting her body relax in my grasp. "We should think about heading back."

"Can't we stay here forever?"

"I don't think so, I'm running low on funds and I don't think the restaurants here take kindly to handouts." I asserted, standing up and letting her rise to her feet alongside me. 

She let out a cute growl and reluctantly followed me back to the truck. "Are you busy tonight?" I knew she was only asking as a joke, so I played along, wondering where this conversation would take us. 

"Hmm, no I think I'm relatively clear for the rest of the evening. Why? Something planned?" I asked her as she pirouetted away from me, letting her skirt flow around her like a thousand petals on a beautiful rose. 

"You'll just have to wait and see." She winked and sauntered her way over to the truck to drive us back to the cottage, leaving an army of caterpillars in my stomach that were aching to be turned to butterflies. Her bottom was swaying with the sheer weight of her glorious mounds, knocking her skirt around.

We hopped in the truck and sped off towards the cottage, hoping to catch some alone time if we snuck inside quietly enough. It shocked me how quickly this vacation went from "relaxing time on the beach" into "how often can we have sex?" Don't get me wrong, it was a welcome change in direction. 

Finally, we arrived back at the cozy cottage to find everyone gathered down at the water and swimming in the slowly fading sunlight, savouring every second of the day. They hadn't seen us come in, so we took that as the perfect opportunity to try out our new love potion.

"What do you think, big boy? Ready for this?" She smacked her cheeks and they made a thwack sound as they wiggled around under her skirt. 

I wasted no time in getting her to her bedroom, picking her of the ground and charging to the white walled room, basking in the murals that stretched from floor to ceiling. She laughed in surprise when I threw her onto the bed, climbing on top of her and pinning her down to the mattress. 

Her pupils were dilating in excitement and I could only guess that mine were doing the same. With no space between our bodies, I briefly soaked in the moment before taking control and kissing her like I had been dying to all day. 

Our lips connected, pink tongues flicking against each other and daring to venture across the bumpy surfaces we connected with. Her legs locked behind me, a position I was becoming very used to, and she grabbed a handful of my shirt to keep me from moving away from her. Like that was something I would ever want to do. 

I ground the bulge in my pants between her thighs, letting her skirt ride up so only the thin cotton panties she was wearing separated me from her steamy, plump honey pot. I tugged at her shirt and it came off without a struggle. Knowing I would struggle with her bra, she undid it for me so I wouldn't have to wait to get my hands on her exquisite chest. I kept waiting to get tired of her tits, but it wasn't happening. I was obsessed with every inch of her body and somehow knew I wouldn't ever find this amount of satisfaction with anyone else. 

My palms against her melons and squished them together, making the jiggly flesh flatten out around my hands and try to fill the spaces between my fingers with delicate, milky white breast. Her nipples protruded so sharply that I would've sworn they were leaving little round, dime sized marks in my hands. I pinched them subtly and tuned them until I got the perfect pitch emitting from her, like a quiet, shrill squeal. The dark pink points moved wherever I wanted them to, following my direction as I used them like anchors to clap her meaty sweater puppies together. 

Pulling back was difficult, but worth it. I was primed to fuck that tight little rosebud, and the wrath of Thor couldn't have stopped me at this point. Her eyelids were shut tightly, no doubt mentally preparing herself for the rollercoaster of pain and pleasure that was coming her way. 

I pushed back from her chest and sat myself up on my knees, quickly navigating my hands to her panties and tearing them off her legs in a fury. 

She knew what to do next, spreading her thighs to give me unbridled access to her entire lower half. I touched her legs and rubbed my rough hands across the irresistibly smooth skin. 

Before I moved onto the main course, I wanted to tease her with something I knew she was dying for. I lined my cock up with her hole, which was practically gushing wetness, and started to slowly push forward so I could let her spread evenly around the bulky rod invading her muffin.

I sunk balls deep into heaven and felt my entire body start to unwind. Cassie was a drug that wiped away all the stress and emotion the day had thrown at me, leaving nothing more than a burning passion that I was ecstatic to share with her. 

Each inch I fed to her was greedily swallowed up by her slippery tunnel, pulling me closer and closer to her cervix until I couldn't go any further. Her toes curled, her back arched, her fingers tensed. If I didn't have to be so focused on pumping her with my battering ram, I surely would've been just as lost in nirvana as she was. 

We moved as one body, never taking the time to think about our movements, but simply living in the euphoria that was cascading around us to the tune of stifled moans and sighs. Cassie was panting heavily and begging me silently to cum inside of her, forgetting that we had much bigger plans awaiting us. 

I pulled out the bottle of lube from the pocket of my pants and pulled out of her pussy, watching it squeeze back together and eliminate the tiny gape I had left in her fragile pocket. We made eye contact and she nodded, ready to proceed with our plans.

Rolling her onto her back, my eye were treated to an astonishing feast of what still remains the most flawless ass I have ever seen. I couldn't resist slapping her bum playfully, watching the round mass in front of me jiggle and ripple in a way that resembled vanilla pudding.

Cassie spread her cheeks without hesitation, burying he face in the pillow and clenching her tight little butthole, letting it wink at me with intrigue. The plastic bottle crinkled under my grasp as I squirted a hefty helping onto her impatiently elastic back door. 

I spurted more onto her cheeks, using my hands to cover her juicy bum in the shimmering oil. She looked like a god damn pornstar, lying down with her butt spread under me, waiting timidly for me to enter her. Instead, I took time to massage the oil into her skin, making sure she was fully coated before I scooped up what was left of the oil and applied it to my dick.

Easing my middle finger into her was effortless, as the lube made her narrow passage slick enough to entrench my digit all the way up past the knuckle until I was clawing and scraping at her insides, doing everything I could to open her enough to accept my stone hard pipe. 

She bit her lip and her hands were shaking as I slid another finger into her, pulling both of them out and then delving back in as deep as I could, letting her tighten back up as I exited then stretch out again all at once when I forced my way back inside. Even through this she managed to keep her thick curvaceous behind wide open for me to experiment. 

There were no inhibitions left in the room, we were both committed and nearing the point of no return. I removed my pants fully, straddling my ginger princess and guiding my beefy dong towards her quivering butt oven. I tapped against her opening and she tightened up against her will, taking time to relax before she whispered, "Fuck me." 

I pushed forward into the abyss of her anal canal 

and instantly felt her seize up, whimpering as she was steadily stretched wider and wider as I pushed into her deepest cavity. The little, untouched hole I was entering was doing its very best to accommodate my steel cock,and I loved watching it go from a pin sized hole, to being wide enough to fit around my penis. Her legs lifted behind me and she squirmed uncomfortably the deeper I reached. 

At last I reached the deepest I could and basked in the sheer incredible feeling of having her clench like a vice around my gravy maker. It was like being dragged into hot, melted butter while sitting in a brand new hot tub. My eyes were trapped staring at the amazing sight of her bum trying its hardest to expand enough to keep me inside of her. I felt her tightness doing its best to squeeze me out, making it that much more resistant when I slid out a few inches, only to slam all of my beef stick back in her puckered asshole.

Her face was still buried in the pillow as I plowed her recklessly, bouncing her up and down on the bed. I asked if she was okay and she nodded for a full five seconds, confirming that I should keep going with my assault. 

I pulled out and switched her hands with mine, watching intently as her rosebud tried in vain to close completely, leaving a gape the size of a quarter where her tight starfish once was. She got up on her hands and knees so I could dive back inside of her butt, moaning loudly as I bottomed my cock out as much as I could, grinding my hips desperately to fit in another inch that I wish I had. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck oh god, Garrett you're big." Her words kept me motivated to pound her as hard as my hips would manage, letting the warm, buttery juices that were spilling out of her hole to coat my balls as it dripped down.

We were lost in the passion of injecting my human heroin in her tight brown vein, bucking wildly and making sure her asshole never had time to close for more than second before I violently fucked her deep again and again. 

With every thrust I pushed into her, she let out a soft groan or a grunt, implying her approval for the ass reaming she was receiving. It was hard to believe that I had known this girl all my life, and we would go months without talking, only to end up now having my schlong buried up to the hilt in her chocolate cyclopes. What a time to be alive. 

Her hand was furiously rubbing her clitoris to add to the overwhelming pleasure that was wrecking her body. She dipped two fingers in her pussy, finding it absolutely drenched in honey, and tasted the cocktail of her anal juices mingling along with the baby oil and her own special brand of syrupy kitten sauce. 

Feeling like pushing her limits, I grabbed a handful of her autumn red hair and yanked it back, enticing a brief scream from her that I just knew was a voice of acceptance. She moved her hands to her chest and anxiously twisted her nipples, pulling the nubs as hard as I was pulling her hair, which was hard enough to keep her suspended in an almost 90 degree position from me. 




Muskoka Ch.04



I was curious to try a new position, so I pulled out and was speechless at the size of her gape. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it had nearly doubled in size since the last time I fell from her clutches. Being the adventurous type I was, all I wanted to do was try and make it bigger. 

I positioned her so she was on her right side, legs tucked up to her chest which made her ass peak open in an exquisite fashion. She kept her right hand kneading her heaving breasts, while her left hand pried open her big, round bottom, making it easy for me to effortlessly fall back into her squishy butt. 

Having the weight of her tightly closing her chute was invigorating, and gave me new life as I found a second wind to carry me forward. Over and over and over again I found myself balls deep in Cassie's asshole, both of our faces unable to mask the unworldly desire we felt burning in our hearts. 

Her cum canister was doing a perfect job of milking the froth up from my balls, a load I was seconds away from giving her, whether she was ready for it or not. "C-Cassie I can't last much longer." She nodded in acceptance, but took charge and sat up, letting my cock slip helplessly from its favourite crevice. 

She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, lining up my cock with her entrance and plopping herself down so I sunk in with one hard thrust. We both gasped as I rubbed along the silky walls of her cavern. "I've always wanted to do this."

It was like our first night together all over again, with her riding me, yet entirely different, because I was watching myself fuck her in a much different hole. Cassie bounced like a pogo stick on my cock, taking the full length all the way inside of her, only to rise up and let her butt tighten slightly, then sick my boner back into the liquid wetness that was her asshole.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." I thought I was shouting, but I could have been whispering based on how lost in our sex I was. 

"Not yet, you aren't." Her hands were a haze as she rubbed her clit with wicked speeds, using the aching bliss of the erection impaling her anal den to accent the sharp tings of ecstasy emitting from her engorged button. I did everything I could to hold back long enough to let her bring herself to an orgasm, using my pole however she wanted, and somehow I managed to pull it off. "Holy shit. Now, now, now you can cum oh my god, fill me, please."

That was all I needed to hear. 

The waves of rapture that washed over me were indescribable, they tightened my ball and sent rockets of baby batter into Cassie's bowels. She squealed as her own orgasm shook her body, fingers still working tirelessly against her clit as she continued to pump herself with my cum dumping cannon. 

Through bated breath, she managed to squeak out, "I can feel you...in my stomach." Something about that sentence just brought even hotter, bubbly semen to the surface which I happily injected into Cassie's accepting bum hole. 

Her tits were bouncing in every direction at once, ass slamming down forcefully onto me to soak up every little drop I poured into her endlessly hungry balloon knot. Her own orgasm was tightening her around me with a ferocity that rivaled a pair of pliers, giving me the sensation that when I was done with her I would have a permanent ring around my cock where her asshole opening started.

My cum plastered the inner walls that kept my dick captive until I could feel all the gooey cum starting to collected around the plug that was shaped perfectly to the shape of her butthole. Salty and warm, it was bathing my shaft in the orgy of nectar our bodies had created.

It took a couple of minutes, but eventually we both settled down and Cassie collapsed on my chest in a tired heap. She snuggled up to me and I felt my cock try to cling to her bum, but it was useless. I slipped out and my still hard boner slapped up to my chest. 

Cassie bent down and rolled her tongue around the head, deep throating me like it was nothing. She sucked down all the liquid that had collected on my tired prick, holding it in her mouth to let the flavours soak into her taste buds. "You really like the taste?" I asked.

"Love it." She sighed, only now being able to regain her lost breath.

Her ass was like a warzone; dripping out the white and clear cum I had dumped in her, covering her legs and pussy with the sticky substance. She was gaped open wide enough that I doubted it would be a struggle to fit four fingers in her, but I could tell she needed a break after the abuse she had just endured, even if she HAD enjoyed it. 

To my regret, footsteps started coming up the stairs outside and I rushed into the bathroom to put my clothes on, making sure Cassie had enough energy left to do the same.

Just as I was exiting the bathroom, now fully dressed my mom appeared in the doorway. "Oh, I didn't see you there, sweetie. How was town?" 

"Awesome." I spat out, somehow afraid I would give away the fact that I had just filled Cassie's bowels to the brim with a sloppy, messy cum explosion.

Cassie stepped out of her room, looking radiant as always. "Hey, Teresa. We just got back, wanted to know if you guys need help with dinner." 

"That would be wonderful, Cassie, thank you." My mom left the hallway and as soon as she was out of sight, Cassie jumped me and planted a big fat kiss on my lips. 

"That was amazing." She said, swinging from my neck like a cute monkey. "I want to do that again." 

I kissed her again. "Gladly." We walked hand in hand until we reached the kitchen, parting ways and going to help our mothers prepare a taco dinner. 

During the time I was standing beside her, me cutting peppers and her slicing tomatoes, I really became lost in the fantasy I had been thinking about earlier. I met somebody I felt really comfortable around, somebody I never grew tired of, and somebody who understood me on a level nobody else ever had.

I had new feelings that both scared and excited me, feelings I didn't quite understand. One thing was for sure though, and I knew I had to tell her, my one and only ginger princess, how I was feeling.

I was in love with her.



Muskoka Ch.05



THIS is the second last chapter. As the original last chapter ran over 9 pages, I felt they needed to be split into two separate chapters so they would be readable in one sitting. Final chapter will be up very shortly.

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The two of us walked into the kitchen with smiles stuck on our faces, hiding them poorly under the scrutiny of our mothers. "What are you two hiding?" Deb asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing," Cassie quickly replied. "I just love tacos."

"So does everyone else." I commented as I grabbed a knife and started thinly dicing a red pepper. "You wanna start on the tomatoes?" 

She groaned in discontent. "I hate tomatoes."

"Me too, but some people love them, so be a trooper and start slicing."

Deb chortled at our back and forth, poking my mom to bring our rapport to her attention as well. "Oh believe me, I've heard them argue. They're like an old married couple." 

"Give us some credit, we're more like a young married couple. I've still got my luscious locks." Cassie flipped her hair like a runway model. 

Smells of spiced Mexican food filled the kitchen, drawing Kyle in from outside. "Somebody cooking?" His nose led him up to the counter where he pulled up a chair and started picking at pieces of tomato. 

Cassie slapped his hand away with the broad side of her knife and he jerked away from her. "Don't eat my tomatoes."

"I told you some people like them." I winked at her and she rolled her eyes in annoyance. 

"It's like you think you're funny or something." She said as I threw a strip of orange pepper at her, landing it squarely on her cheek. 

We soon finished making dinner and called in the rest of the family. "Soup's on!" My Mom shouted from the patio door. Everyone rushed from their respective places on the beach or around the small flames that had started burning in the fire pit.

"I don't want soup, I want tacos!" Jensen said as he walked, arms crossed, into the kitchen and to his seat at the dinner table. 

"It's just a saying, we are having tacos, silly boy." His mother kissed him on the head and placed a plate in front of him and Sophie. 

The meal went smoothly, music playing on the speakers set up along the walls of the living room next to us. "Ken," My Mom said. "Shut that music off, we're having dinner." 

My Dad shrugged and reached for the remote sitting next to him, flicking off the blasting stereo and ending the reign of "Free Falling" over our ears. "You just don't respect Tommy P." 

"Don't call him that, it's weird. You two aren't friends, are you?" My mom bit into an overload taco and the sour cream and salsa mixture spilt onto her plate.

"We could be friends, I'm sure he would find me rather entertaining."

"Mom just doesn't like classic rock." Adam jumped in, speaking for the first time in hours. Well, the first time I had heard him, anyway. 

"What DO you like, Teresa?" Kyle asked, following her lead by dropping half his taco's content onto his plate, picking them up with his bare hands and dragging a disgusted moan from his mom.

"Kyle! Use a fork!" She slapped him on the arm and he laughed.

"Sorry, Mom."

"Well, Kyle, to answer your question, I like modern music much more." Cue the snickering from my Dad and Cam. 

"Oh yeah? Like Beyoncé?" Cameron snickered. 

This teasy argument went on for longer than I would like to admit, with the dads standing firmly behind their love of classic rock and the moms stepping up to the aid of anybody releasing music after 2005. Cassie and I didn't say a word, knowing damn well what would happen when we took a side. But as luck would have it, we were soon shoved against our will into the fray.

"What music do you guys like?" I hadn't even heard who asked, but I looked up to see four faces staring back at me, asking for an answer. We all know whoever was the first to talk would have their opinion criticized; nobody liked our music. 

"I like dubstep." Adam interjected, barely paying attention to the conversation. Cassie, Kyle, and I stared at him and shook our heads, giving him the send-off he deserved for being a hero and taking the bait. He saw us and didn't like our looks. "Wait, was this one of those fights?" We nodded and he sighed heavily. "Great."

Anybody over the age of 40 erupted into a skewed rant about how "dubstep is the music of deaf people" and how it's "illiterate garbage". I almost felt bad for Adam...almost.

The only benefit of these one sided arguments is that it brings our parents together so they could decide on a song that everybody would like. "Oh, I've got one!" Cam leapt from his chair and rushed to the iPod that was docked by the stereo. 

We heard the familiar bass and trumpet intro to a song we knew all too well. Turning our attention to Cam, my Dad joined him as soon as the first verse started. "Where it began, I can't begin to know when. But then I know it's growing strong."

My Mom and Deb stood up and chimed in at the next line with; "Oh, wasn't the spring. Whooo

and spring became the summer." 

Cassie stood up as well, and took the next line by herself. "Who'd believe you'd come along." The adults roared in approval, making the room explode when the chorus kicked in, sending the whole group to our feet and tearing the song apart with our own sloppy rendition of 'Sweet Caroline."

I stepped up on the couch and grabbed Cassie by the hand, pulling her up with me. Sophie joined us and bounced gleefully on the leather seats, accompanied shortly after by her younger brother. They didn't know the song that well, but they still danced along. That's the beauty of Neil Diamond. 

I spun Cassie around in my arms and watched as my parents did the same with each other, laughing like maniacs. She twirled on the couch and I pulled her close to me to dip her down as low as I could, getting cheers from the children that had taken up the couch alongside us. They bounced up and down off beat to the music, not caring about the pillows spilling off the couch as they kicked around gleefully. 

"Hands, touching hands, reaching out. Touching me, touching you." I wasn't just singing the song, I was singing it to my ginger princess. Somehow, I think she knew that.

"Oh, sweet Caroline! BUM BUM BUM!" The living room was on fire with raw energy, laughter mixing in with whatever words we could take a breath long enough to spit out. "Good times never seemed so good!"

We jumped down from the couch and danced until our feet hurt, shaking our bodies in an off-beat pattern that we were too busy to try and match. "I've been inclined," BUM BUM BUM! "To believe it never would!" Kyle was dancing with Sophie now, bent over to accommodate for his height over her, but he didn't care. Adam and Jensen were busy trying to see who could do a better air guitar, which was especially funny because of how poorly an air guitar fit the song.

She must not have thought I saw it, but Deb smiled and nodded at Cassie as we spun together, tangling our arms and swaying across the floor. 

Her legs were perfectly in sync with mine as we sped up our dancing and flew like birds across the floor, leaving slowly fading footprints on the wooden panels underneath us, creating a mapped pattern that displayed where we'd been.

The song played its way out to our dismayed groans and we all took out seats, some on the couch and some back at the table to finish eating. "Kyle and Sophie," Cam called to him. "Come back over here and eat."

"We're full!" Shouted Sophie. 

"It's alright, boss man, we'll eat later if we get hungry." Kyle was playing chopsticks with his sister and letting her win, to make up for beating her so hard in soccer earlier. Either that, or she was really good at the game. 

Dinner concluded and the kitchen was a disaster, but Cassie and I were ushered out of the messy catastrophe because; "You two clean all the time, and helped cook the meal. Adam and Kyle can help clean up." This got wails of agony from the two victims mentioned. 

We decided to go to my "rec room bedroom" and waste time there. I was wondering what we were gonna do; anal, blowjob, maybe I'd go down on her again. But no, she crushed my hopes by tossing me a video game controller. 

"What's this for?" I asked.

"Wow, you really are uneducated, aren't you?" She sat down beside me and kissed me on the cheek while I sneered at her behind her back. "We're gonna play video games, and if you win you can do whatever you want to me."

"Careful, Cas. " I warned her. "You might be eating those words later."

"Or you might be the one eating, when I win." She turned on the system via her controller and the title screen for Mortal Kombat lit up the TV. I decided it would be beneficial to keep to myself the fact that I'd played this game with Kyle last summer, and all that training was about to pay off. I mean, I wasn't really good, but I figured I could beat Cassie. 

Mortal Kombat, as I understand it, is a 1-on-1 fighting game where the objective is to demolish your opponent with as many punches, kicks, and fireballs (yes, fireballs) as possible, until you get to perform a fatality so gruesome it puts the Saw movie franchise to shame. The best part was the sheer quantity of damage that your character was able to survive; broken limbs, crushed skulls, stabs to the stomach or neck, even bolts of lightning (yes, bolts of lightning). Quite the game, isn't it?

We picked our characters and the game started off in an arena that resembled a colosseum, with a green titan sitting atop a golden throne watching our two characters staring each other down. Fans of different species and races were egging us on, awaiting the blood bath that was to come. My character was named Sub-Zero, a blue suited ninja-like man whose special ability was shooting ice at his enemies. Cassie, on the other hand, had picked a character named Scorpion. He was dressed almost identically to Sub-Zero, but was yellow instead of blue, had brightly burning red eyes, and two short swords strapped to his back. 

Real fair fight, huh?

The match started with a deep voice shouting "FIGHT", and the battle began. 

I got lost in the fight, which was comprised of a fury of punches and kicks, throws and head butts. Just outrageous violence. Half way through, when I realized I was on the losing side of the battle, I decided it would be in my best interest to sabotage the competition rather than let her simply beat me into dust. 

Raising a hand in front of her, I tried to keep my fighting at a normal level while blocking her view of the screen. The only thing I didn't remember was how competitive Cassie could be, as she elbowed me in the ribs and evoked a heavy exhale as I toppled over.

She stopped the fight to check on me, and I saw my window of opportunity. I unleashed a volley of fists and battered the yellow dressed character until Cassie saw through my ruse. I was suddenly slumped against the futon as she leapt onto my lap and completely obliterated me with her hands and feet, in the game and in real life.

The words "FINISH HIM" blasted over the screen, followed by the familiar deep voice from earlier. 

Cassie had on a devilish smile as she pressed a series of buttons that started a cinematic "fatality", wherein her character sliced clear through my character's torso, then severing his head from his neck. My body and head stayed balanced on each other until he delivered a wickedly strong kick to my stomach and send my body toppling into a deceased heap.

My jaw dropped open in utter grief. 

"Amateur." She teased with a wink. 

I kissed her and pulled her on top of me, pushing our mouths together and biting her lip, pulling it gently before slipping my tongue against hers.

Without even thinking about it, she slid her jeans down and kicked them to the side, pulling her panties aside so she could run a finger through her slit against her aching clit. "We have time." She commanded, not even forming it as a question.

I grabbed her ass and made her jump, surprised as the harshness that I had used to squeeze her soft cheeks. My pants were tightening quickly, more and more with every generous portion of Cassie's butt I took hold of. 

She reached under and undid my belt, unzipping my pants and letting my dong flop out, hard as wood and ready to fuck. 

Cassie slid down and positioned herself between my legs, placing tiny kisses all over my raging hard on.

She was becoming so used to my body that she didn't even bat an eyelash as she stuck out her tongue and generously applied a heavy dose of saliva onto my shaft.

Her hand slithered up and down the pole she was handling, popping over the head and squeezing on the downstrokes so I would feel how tight her hand could get.

I felt her hot, steamy mouth tighten halfway down my cock and she gagged trying to take it deeper. Then, without any warning, she forced her head down all the way and i felt my dick bang against her throat.

Looking up at me from her messy blowjob, I could see little tears forming in her eyes while i felt her tongue trying to wiggle around with the invader filling her mouth.

My rod popped from her mouth and she hastily gobbled it back up, nursing on the tip and stroking me in time with her head bobbing.

Cassie fully withdrew my cock from her mouth and spat onto it, getting it nice and slippery so we wouldn't have any trouble getting it inside of her.

She clambered on top of me and sat her butt down until I felt the contact with her damp underwear. 

Holding her underwear to the side, she lowered herself down onto my pole and I nearly let out a whimper as my boner sunk into heaven. My girth was being pulled deeper and deeper into her frothy pocket, churning the slick mess that was boiling in her ever-lastingly wet vagina.

Just as I was getting used to the warmth that was encasing me, she would raise her hips and swing them around in a circle, letting my spongy head brush against her inner walls with ferocity. Groans were leaking helplessly from my lips as she bit my ear lobe and ground down hard on my throbbing cock. 

Everything was going perfectly, until Cassie decided to take advantage of my lowered defences and started tickling me. 

I'm very ticklish on my sides, always have been, and she went straight for my ribs. With a jump and a squeal I bucked her off of me, effectively ending our sex session and leaving me with balls so blue it would put a Smurf to shame. "It's never enough for you to just win, is it? You've gotta 

humiliate me as well." 

"What can I say," She whispered seductively. "It's just far too easy." She laughed and slipper herself back into her shorts, sealing the vault. 

I tackled her and covered her in kisses all over her face. "Let's see who'd win a fight in real life, huh tough girl?" She grabbed my wrists and started trying to make me slap myself. Since she was a swimmer I guess she had to do the occasional weight training, so the fight was actually pretty one-sided in her favour.

We were wrestling like a couple of children when Jensen snuck up on us and jumped in, accidentally knocking Cassie in the nose. "Jensen! What the hell?" She screamed, holding her now bloody and dripping nose. 

She excused herself and rushed to the bathroom to avoid spilling blood on my futon. I flicked Jensen lightly in the forehead. "What'd you do that for, you silly goose?" If it's not clear, I don't know how to talk to children very well. 

"I didn't mean to." He sounded really upset and wouldn't even make eye contact with me. I felt bad for the poor kid.

"Don't worry, buddy, she'll be okay. You just scared her."

He nodded and smiled a bit, I guess he felt better. "Do you guys wanna play hide and seek with us? It's dark out so we can hide anywhere!" I happily volunteered Cassie and I to play hide and seek.

"Just let me make sure she's not hurt, okay?" I asked. He flashed me a thumbs up and took off out of the room shouting to his sister. 

"He said they would play! Kyle's 'it'!" What a little ball of energy. 

The sun had set over the lake and shut the night into darkness, with nothing more than our flashlights to guide us through the thick blackness that was like a fog only our beams of light would cut through. 

Kyle had started his countdown, starting at 60 and working his way back as we sped off into the night to find a place to hide. Since the kids are so young, we figured it would be safer for somebody to hide with them, but gave Adam a break from their bickering and everlasting enthusiasm. 

Cassie took them and they hide under the trampoline, hidden under the pitch blackness that even the moonlight wouldn't touch. 

I went with Adam, who had spent more time outside than I had, and followed him to wherever he convinced me was a good place to hide. We ended up under the patio that overlooked the lake, tiptoeing inside the boat house and taking shelter among the lifejackets and cobwebs that lay there waiting for us.

"Okay, he should be done now." Adam whispered. We were squished against each other between a large canoe and a cement wall, trying in vain to blow away all the bugs that were crawling nearby.

"How do you know?" I didn't want to talk too loud, afraid that my voice would carry and bounce off the stone walls of the boat house. 

"I counted to 60 while we hid so he should be looking for us right now." Just as he finished talking, Kyle blazed past us with echoing footsteps. Luckily, he was headed away from our canoe. "What do we get if we win?"

Adam looked me dead in the eyes and with as straight a face as possible whispered; "Glory." Awesome.

We stood silently for about ten minutes, either to keep our position a secret or because we didn't have much to say. From this silence, Adam's voice arose. "So what's going on with you and Cassie, then?"

"What? Nothing, why? Shut up, we're hiding." I'm evidently not great at lying under pressure.

"You guys aren't exactly covert." I couldn't tell if he was looking at me as he said this; it was far too dark. "I think it's cool, by the way. Dad and Cam have no fucking clue, though." 

"Language, man." I told you, the kid has a mouth on him. 

"Listen," he waved my comment off like one of the many nocturnal creepy crawlies that were itching to make contact with us. "She's a great girl, you're a chill dude. It makes sense. Just don't let mom find you banging."

"Dude, seriously-." 

"I am being serious, you shithead." Now I could tell he was staring at me, I felt his eyeballs on me. 

I sighed and gave in to his persistence. "Fine." We stood in silence with bitterness in the air.

"Love you." He spat.

"Love you, too." Brotherly love at its finest here, folks. 

The wind was howling faster and faster the longer we waited to be discovered, until it became clear that Kyle lacked the mindset to look for us in the most obvious hiding spot on the property. 

"I quit, there are way too many spiders back here for this to be worth it." Adam walked from his hiding spot and felt his way through the darkness to find the opening of the boathouse. 

"Oh, hey Adam."

"Are you kidding me?" Adam said, recognizing that Kyle had just found him by bumping into him by sheer luck. 

I jumped out from behind the canoe and buckled over with loud, booming laughter. "I guess you're it next round, huh buddy?" I slapped him on his back and walked next to Kyle, letting my brother stew in his misery while we searched for the remaining three missing people.

Maybe it was cheating, but I already knew they were under the trampoline, so it took less than a minute of us pretending we didn't know where they were before we found them. Cassie walked by in a huff, whispering something about how I wasn't playing fairly, but her teammates didn't seem to mind. "Adam's it, Adam's it, Adam's it!" They sang happily, grabbing Kyle by the hand and rushing him off to help them uncover another place to take refuge while my brother started his countdown.




Muskoka Ch.05



"Does this make us partners?" I asked Cassie.

"Come on, I don't plan on being found this time so you better get your brain in gear." She took off running and I followed close behind, only to lose her to the shadows settling peacefully over the cottage.

I scanned the backyard but couldn't see her, and eventually gave up. 

A hand shot out from the trees beside the path I was on and pulled me into them, just as Adam waltzed into the open area where he would have certainly seen me standing there. "Good save." I whispered to the red haired beauty still holding my arm.

"Shut up." She hushed me with a finger and we watched through a crack in the branches as Adam gave up and walked back to the front yard. "That was close, I told you to get your head in the game."

"Actually you said to get in gear but-." She quieted me with a surprisingly passionate kiss. It was surprising considering we were surrounded by twigs and green pine needles, though not the pointy type. 

In that moment, I forgot we were in the middle of a game. "I'm not gonna get blue balled again, am I?" This was a very real concern.

"Not if you hurry." The eagerness in her voice was poking through, despite her best efforts to hide it. 

I moved her in front of me and pulled her close, mashing her bum against my front, kissing her neck and using my hands to hold her close to me by her breasts. I pulled down her top and bra, letting her tits feel the crisp relief of the night time air as my hands proceeded to play with her nipples in a way I had grown all too familiar with.

The skin caved under my fingers as I squeezed the mountains of white putty, flicking the upright pink pegs that demanded attention. While I was infatuated with this, she wiggled out of her jean shorts and panties so they fell to the pine needle covered floor.

My cock was growing harder with every passing minute, and she knew it. Reaching behind herself, she hooked her thumbs into my pants and pulled them down enough to let my penis spring free, jabbing her in the butt cheek. 

"You better put that somewhere else." Somewhere inside of her, she meant. My hands ventured down between her thighs and spread open the fuzzy flower, dripping with desperation. Finally, I managed to move my hands away from her beautiful melons and took a hold of her waist to direct myself against the moist clam waiting for me to enter. 

I let the juices stemming from her dungeon wash over me to make my journey easier, as I pushed my glistening purple plum flush against her. With no hesitation, she pushed back against me and the tip popped in, provoking a groan of content from her. 

Every time I dipped back into her honey pot felt like the first time. She seemed endlessly wet, and shaped perfectly to every ridge and bump my cock had to offer her, always perfectly forming to the ridged shaft that probed her insides. 

Her bum ground back against me, achingly trying to take me deeper and deeper. I was already pressed up against her cervix, and her grinding was making it hard not to cum within the first thirty seconds of fucking her. Her fleshy tunnel constricted around me, my mind hollow due to the sensations I was feeling, but left just enough mentality that I was able to fully experience all the wonderful things her vagina was doing to me. 

Hips bounding, I was dragged from her oven and forced to let the wind whip across my dick, unwillingly exposed to the outside temperatures when her insides were so much warmer. 

Cassie was holding herself up by two trees, and they were shaking violently in response to every thrust I fed her hungry pussy. Never before had I felt her lips tighten so much as to make sure I didn't accidentally fall out when she pulled forward. Then, like I had never left, I dug my way back into her creamy center and scraped against her deepest point.

"I-I'm gonna cum." She whispered, louder than she probably meant to.

"Fuck, me too." I grunted loudly.

It wasn't until I heard them yelling that I realized how loud we really were. "I heard something!" Came a young voice.

"What was it?" My brother asked the young voice, which sounded like Sophie.

"I don't know, I just heard a noise from over here!" The two of them raced to the trees and started looking around, thankfully ignoring the fact that the branches next to them had only recently stopped shaking. They were poking around in bushes, under the deck, behind the hot tub, around the fire pit.

My voice was so quiet I wasn't even sure I was really speaking. "Cassie..." 

"I know, fuck, I know, me too." She whimpered.

We didn't have to say it, we both knew nothing was going to hold back out orgasms. We were too close to the edge and just being inside of her was slowly coaxing the sperm from my balls. 

Hers came first, so I clasped a hand around her mouth and stifled her deep groan. I almost screamed myself when I felt how impossibly tight she became, locking around my organ and timing perfectly with the wave of cum that erupted from my cock. 

Sophie slowly walked past us, stopping to survey their surroundings. Unknown to her, I was less than four feet away filling her sister's pussy with a heavy and sticky load of cream. 

I doused her slippery insides with my hose and held my hand around her mouth, keeping the cries of pleasure from erupting out loud. Involuntarily, she kept grinding and dragged the fleshy knob back and forth in her vagina, churning out another spurt of semen and keeping her at the height of her orgasm until I felt her body start to succumb to the exhaustion.

It took all my focus not to black out and tumble from our hiding spot, stars dancing in my eyes from the loss of blood to my brain. Cassie was spasming in my arms and I held her close, safely letting her jerk uncontrollably as she let loose a wash of honey and dripping little bits of sperm from her stretched and tired cock pocket. 

Holding her back against me, I used my spare hand to brush branches into our path and block us entirely from the sight of the walkway where Adam and Sophie were now standing. 

Not hearing anymore noise got them to leave, and Cassie could at last let her breath out and stand on her own. "Holy shit, that was close." She bent down to pick up her shorts and I ran a finger along her slit, collecting a gob of ivory coloured cum and balancing it on my finger. 

I nearly dropped it when she slapped my hand away. "Be nice, I'm sensitive. You can have more later." Turning around and facing me, she sucked my finger and happily swallowed the goop off. "But only if I can have more, too."

"I think we can work out a deal." I wrapped my hands around her waist and we sashayed out from the shadows, quietly singing the latest song I had gotten stuck in my head.

"Well the bars are all closed and we've got no place to go," I sang to my ginger princess as I twirled her away from me, watching her feet spin in time to keep her from falling. "But we're all a little drunk and we wanna heat some rock and roll." 

She danced her way back to me and we waltzed around the stone steps with each other in our arms, letting the cold night try futilely to chill our bones. "What song is that?" Her head rested on my shoulder for support and she nuzzled into my chest.

"That, my dear, is While Listening to Rock and Roll, by The Maine."

"I don't know that one." 

"It's a good song, you'd like it." 

"I like listening to you sing it to me, better." Her steps had gotten slower and I knew she was getting tired. I never thought of my voice as being pleasant to listen to, but if it was working for her then it worked for me.

I hummed the guitar parts that I remembered and matched the pitches to my dips and sways. "Turn it up, it's my song. Can't sing but I'll sing along." For somebody who hasn't ever been a fan of dancing, I was surprisingly adept at keeping rhythm and time with my likely off tone singing. "I can feel it in my bones. A little rock, a little roll." 

All of a sudden, a voice echoed around the outdoors. "Family board games!" It sounded like Cameron.

New life breathed its way into Cassie and she bolted inside with excitement, leaving me standing alone and confused. Board games were not the way I wanted to spend my night. 

We strolled in to find the four adults sitting around a game of Monopoly, drinks covering every part of the table that wasn't already loaded with cards and paper money. "Everybody pick a partner, we don't have enough pieces for everyone." I already knew who my partner was going to be and wasted no time in locking down my foxy teammate.

"I think it's only fair that Kenny and I remain the champion team. You game, chief?" Kyle boasted as he stole a seat next to my Dad, high fiving him and letting out a war cry. Yes, this is how we play board games. 

The teams were as follows:

Adam and my mom,

Cassie and me,

Kyle and my dad,

Cameron and Sophie,

Deb and Jensen.

Last time we played a family game like this, Kyle and my Dad came out on top. They had been boasting about it ever since and we had all be aching for the chance to knock them down a peg...or ten.

We decided to let Jensen and Deb go first, since he was the youngest and she was a trooper for teaming with him. "Give us a good roll, buddy." Deb encouraged her son. The dice tapped across the board and came up with a ten. "I guess landing in jail isn't the worst thing." 

"We're just visiting." Jensen exclaimed with robust attitude placing their tiny metal car on the opposite side of the board. "Kids don't go to prison!" 

The turns cycled and we fell into a steady rhythm, moving quickly through a game that usually takes hours to complete. As it stood, Deb and Jensen were fighting for last place with Adam and my Mother. Cameron was steadily holding the middle with his daughter, but the real excitement was between my team and my Dad's team.

"Give it to us." His eyes were fire, and my heart was made of matchsticks. 

"No." I spat, keeping my eyes dead trained on my father. Nobody was backing down from this.

Kyle slowly crunched a chip and fed one to my Dad, who had yet to blink in over a minute. "You're gonna regret it if I have to take it by force, bro." Seriously, their partnership was frighteningly cohesive. 

Cassie jumped in and stole her brother's gaze with a swift snap of her fingers. "You're not taking a damn thing." 

Silence overtook the room as we let our stare down do the talking. 

Finally, I knew I had to speak up. "We'll give you Boardwalk-."

"Garrett, you're not thinking!" Cassie interjected, still not tearing her eyes from Kyle.

"I know what I'm doing." I sipped my beer and took my time draining the already half-finished bottle. "We'll give you Boardwalk and Park Place, for Pennsylvania and North Carolina."

"Deal!" My dad reached his hand out to seal the transaction. 

"If," I began, taking deliberate pause. "You sweeten the pot a little bit, first."

I would've sworn anger crossed the face my father had yet to move, but I played through it. "And how do I sweeten it?"

"Fifty dollars." 

"That's it?"

I shook my head. "Real money." If the room was silence before, then the emptiness that now filled the room was the sound of all the wildlife outside holding their breath. He was seriously considering it, and pulled Kyle in to talk it over. 

Cassie gave me a nod of approval and finished her drink as well, awaiting their decision. Everyone around the table was equally interested, except the kids who were getting bored from sitting down for so long. "Adam, why don't you take the kids outside for a bit for some fresh air?" Deb suggested.

Adam took off with Sophie and Jensen, leaving the room in familiar quietness. 

Through the team huddle that was happening across from us, Deb turned her attention to us. "You two make a great couple."

"Debbie, come on now." Cameron had warning in his voice. 

"Team, I meant a great team. You make a great team." She finished her third drink of the game and went to the kitchen to bring another bottle of wine to the table, topping off everyone's glasses. By now, everybody was either drunk or well on their way. 

It had been about an hour, and we were looking to snatch the lead before everyone got bored enough to leave. 

"Deal."

I perked up at the word. "Really?" My dad flipped open his wallet and threw sixty dollars at me. "That's all I have, so I want one of your pink places too." I tossed his cards and he chuckled. "Sucker."

As luck would have it, they managed to beat us within the next fifteen minutes. I wasn't upset, and split the winnings with my partner. "Well done, teammate. We came out in the black." 

Kyle and my dad had completely changed their attitude and were currently on the patio blasting music and doing shots. "Team K forever, baby!" They shouted so loud I thought they would wake the dead. 

"Come on, let's join them." Cassie yanked me from my seat and we rushed outside to partake in the shot competition developing between my father and somebody half his age. 

The Final Countdown was blaring on the deck and we came out dancing, singing whatever parts we knew with drinks in hand. It was a nice night out for an alcohol fueled patio party, made even better when Cameron flared up the barbeque and threw on anything edible he could find. This ranged from burgers and sausages to mushrooms and macaroni. I'm not sure how he barbequed macaroni, but the man pulled it off flawlessly.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw dim orange lights coming from the kitchen, and realized my Mom wasn't on the patio anymore. "Oh no, guys, please don't."

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" The sounds of horribly timed drunks celebrating my belated birthday overpowered the music playing above us and burnt my face a fantastic shade of red. 

My Mother placed the cake in front of me and kept singing.

I sat smiling like an idiot through the song and blew out the candles, clapping and whistles erupting from the crowd that was singing to me. "Thank you, everyone." I stuffed a huge piece of chocolate cake in my mouth and almost moaned because it tasted so good.

"Happy birthday, G-Man." My Mom exclaimed, sitting next to me and kissing my cheek. "What did you wish for?"

My eyes inadvertently wandered to Cassie standing in the background, gazing over the open lake and looking intently for a star to fall overhead. "I don't need to wish for anything, I've got all I need right here."

"But a car wouldn't hurt, right amigo?" Kyle clinked beers with me and fist bumped me. "Anyway, good job surviving another year, keep doing that." Leave it to Kyle to make birthdays seem dark.

I made my way through the crowd to Cassie and joined her in leaning on the railing, looking for something star-like to shoot by. "See anything yet, Cas?" 

She shook her head. "Not yet, they're waiting for me to look away before they show themselves. Tricky bastards, they are." 

Adam was entertaining his young friends down on the beach with an army of sparklers, letting them light up the night and encouraging their banshee like wails as they ran like maniacs beside the water. 

"You know," Cassie lowered her voice as low as she cold without it being swept away by the music. "I still have a birthday present to give you."

"You do?" 

"If you still like the colour red, yes." 

"It's my favourite." I smiled heartily.

"Then if you're patient, you've got quite the gift coming your way." Just when I thought life couldn't get any sweeter, she knows just how to pour some sugar on me. (Yes that was a reference).

The night withered away until I found myself sitting on the couch outside watching the stars with only Cassie beside me, everyone else either on the beach with the kids or asleep. After a huge day of orgasms and drinking, Cassie was deservedly exhausted. Slumped against my shoulder, she had managed to lull herself into a deep sleep.

Her snoring was buzzing in my ear as I took her drink from her so she couldn't spill it. Looking at the stars while having her rest on me was peaceful in a serene type of way. I had taken over her job of watching the stars for any activity, but my drunkenness was making it hard to focus on the tiny balls of light twinkling above me.

It was only hard to focus until I saw a bright beam blast across the skyline in an instant, seeming to ignite everything around it in a burst of white light. Hoping she had seen it, I turned to Cassie. She was passed out cold, unaware that I'd just witnessed one of the few things that could ever rival her beauty.

"Make a wish, Cas." I whispered to her, burying my nose in her hair and inhaling the intoxicating scent of mango and mint leaves. "I think I get why you like nature now." I concentrated, like I thought it made a difference, and tried to think of a wish.

"You're asleep, you won't tell, right?" No response from her. We sat motionless, with me running through what would be a good perfect wish to make on Cassie's star. Fresh air circulated in my lungs and cleared my head, sobering me up for just long enough so I could have a clear thought."

"I wish that this, whatever this is, whatever we have," I stopped to try and form my feelings into words. "I hope it works out." She sighed in her dreams and I took it as a sigh of approval. 

I gently lifted her unconscious form and carried her inside, stepping slowly so as not to wake her. She tumbled onto her bed and I covered her in blankets after stripping her down to just her underwear, so she would be comfortable. Besides, I didn't think she would mind me seeing her in just black lace panties, all things considered. 

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, though my thoughts were far from the same. I replayed every touch, every kiss, and every sight I had been exposed to. Part of me was ready to go wake Cassie up for a quickie, but it was too risky with the rest of the group not bursting inside and making a ton of racket doing it. 

I managed to drift off to sleep just as I heard somebody pouring another round of drinks. A regular group of children, they are. 

The next morning I awoke earlier than usual, and it seemed I had beat everyone to the punch. Cassie's door was closed, and I could hear Kyle snoring on the other side of his wooden barrier. Tiptoeing down the hallway was causing little creeks to emit from all around me, only ceasing when I reached the kitchen.

Deb was already awake, and seemingly the only one. "Morning, sunshine. Why are you up so early?"

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and grumbled, pointing to the coffee machine. Deb handed me the pot and a cup. The dark brown liquid smelt like freedom, freedom from my sleepy state. The steam rising from it curled up and I inhaled the deep, hearty aroma. Deb set the milk and sugar in front of me and I enthusiastically filled the empty space left in the cup with all the dairy it would contain, before topping it off with just a dash of sugar.

The drink passed through my lips and woke me up from the inside out. "Better?" Deb asked as she turned back to the stove. 

With a deep sigh, I smiled wide, ready to face the day. "Better."

"Good, that means you can help with breakfast." 

"Gladly, food is my specialty." I took a big gulp of caffeine and stepped up beside Deb. 

She had all the burners turned on, cooking eggs in one pan, sausage and bacon in another, pancakes in third one, and grilled vegetables in the last one. In addition to that, there was a waffle iron making quite the spectacle off in the corner. Batter was dripping from the creases and letting out the most delicious of scents.

"I heard you were going to culinary school, so I figured you'd be able to help me cook up something worth eating." She was whipping cream in a large green bowl with a handheld blender, trying to get it to turn into whipped cream. 




Muskoka Ch.05



"Deb, you know they have cans for that, right?"

"Doesn't taste the same!" She was right about that.

We cooked up a storm of food, a vast array of breakfast items to sedate the hunger our hungover families would undoubtedly feel. The kitchen was quiet save for the sound of crackling bacon or a whirring mixer, a ding to let us know the waffles were done or our feet shuffling quickly between the fridge and the stove. 

"So, how is the schooling going, anyway?" She asked me as I sliced into a mango, cutting out the core and setting it aside as I diced it into a handful of tiny pieces. 

"Really well, as you can see." I pointed with the knife to the perfectly cut pieces of fruit on the cutting board. 

"Wow, that's definitely worth paying thousands of dollars for."

"I'm learning other stuff, too." I moved on to the kiwi resting beside me and cut all the skin off to reveal the sour green center. 

"Have you and Cassie talked about school at all?" Deb was beside me now, peeling apart an onion to add to the enormous amount of eggs being prepared behind us. 

"No, we haven't had much time to talk." My heart stopped as soon as I said that sentence, and I saw Deb had stopped fiddling with the onion and was undoubtedly looking for a good response. "No, Deb I just meant-."

"I know what you meant, Garrett." I couldn't tell if she was angry or stunned, but either way she couldn't be taking this well. She went dropped the onion and moved on to a yellow pepper, slicing it open and removing the seedy core. "I was young once, too."

I waited for her to continue. "I see the way you two look at each other, I can tell there's something there. It takes a lot for my daughter to be comfortable with another person and for some reason she's herself when she's with you."

"We aren't together, or with, each other." How could I admit to having feelings for somebody I'd known my whole life? I was terrified I would be ostracized and we'd have to leave the cottage before I was ready to let Cassie go. 

"Look," She dropped the pepper and turned to me, placing her hand on the top of my knife so I had to stop cutting. "I don't know what's going with you two, and if you don't want to tell me that's fine. Just don't hurt her, she's a good girl. She really likes you, and I think you're the perfect fit for her."

All my worries were gone and I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding in. "Thanks, Debbie." She hugged me to calm my shaking hands. 

"Careful, if you keep rattling like that you're gonna hurt yourself."

I was nervous the rest of the breakfast preparation would be awkward, but thankfully Deb was so positive that it was impossible to not join in her singing as we flipped her famous chocolate chip pancakes. 

Just as we were wrapping up, Cameron emerged from his room with a look of utter dismay on his face. "Oh God, my head hurts. I need a drink!" He reached into the fridge but Deb stopped him and handed him a bottle of water.

"Water first, then breakfast, then drinking. Okay?" She lightly patted him on the cheek and kissed him. He only managed a groan as he went to sit on the couch. 

Slowly, more and more people woke up and took their positions at either the couch, or in the kitchen helping us put the final touches on the food. Cassie was the last one up, receiving a cheer from her family as she entered the kitchen. "Boo, I hate all of you." Deb hugged her and handed her daughter a plate piled high with all the greasiest food we had made. 

"Eat, sweetheart. You'll feel better." 

We all grabbed seats around the feast that was nearly cascading over the table top. The bacon, a known hangover cure, was gone in seconds. Followed by the sausage and then the eggs and fruit. By the end of the meal and a couple Gatorades later, most of us were feeling good as new. 

With our second winds guiding us, we made plans for the day. The girls took Jensen with them to town to get supplies, and fudge. Adam was treated to an "all-you-can-watch" TV marathon as a thank you for taking such good care of the kids while the rest of us had fun setting up a drinking game.

We set up for the popular drinking game "King's Cup" There was a cup set up in the middle of the patio table, surrounded by fanned out playing cards, and we all had a wide array of drinks surrounding us in preparation. The aim of the game wasn't really to drunk, but to make others drink and make fun of whoever was losing. 

My Dad drew a card first and it came up as a 6: dicks. All the men had to drink and since we were all men, we all drank. "What do we do for the fours?" Kyle asked, drawing a 7 from the turned down deck and quickly pointing to the sky: heaven. The last one to point was the loser, which happened to be Cameron. I won't say what the four was supposed to indicate, but it rhymed with four and was the type of thing you yell at a girl if you're fixing for a smack.

He took a sip of his brew and answered Kyle; "We'll just drink anyway, for the fours." Demonstrating by pulling a four and nodding as he took a drink. "Yep, that's about right." 

It was my turn to draw, and I pulled out a Jack. "Nice, rule maker."

"What?" My Dad didn't play this game very often. 

"It means he can make up any rule he wants, and if we break it then we have to drink." Kyle sighed, knowing full well I was going to make the same rule I make every time. 

"No swearing!" I declared, knowing that with alcohol and no kids around to censor themselves for, these guys would start spouting some creative slurs soon enough. It was just a waiting game until their drink count started piling up.

My Dad was back to drawing and he pulled a king, pouring a drinks worth of alcohol into the center cup. As luck would have it, Kyle also pulled a king and poured his drink into the cup, letting his golden Corona mix in with my dad's almost black Guinness. "That's gonna taste rancid." Cameron exclaimed, sipping his own beer to wash the imagined taste out of his mouth.

We pulled cards in our circle until we were at the last four cards, my Dad drawing his last one and praying it wasn't the final king. The beer in the middle cup had been tainted since the start, but got worse when Cam pulled the third king and insisted on filling his share with way too much vodka. 

"Ha! Yes!" Dad threw down his card to reveal a 6, happily drinking along with the rest of us knowing he hadn't drawn the king. 

Kyle was shaking a little in fear of drawing the dreaded card, and cheered when he saw he had pulled a 2, meaning he could assign a drink to anyone. He picked me, and I steadied myself, ready to possibly receive the king. 

Cameron rested a finger on one card, but panicked and switched to the other. He raised it to his eye level and nearly screamed in joy when he saw it was nothing more than a Jack. "I don't even want to make a rule, I just wanna watch this." I played along and drew the card already knowing what it would be.

I threw the fourth and final king down on the table and angrily snarled at my competition, who had taken their comfy seats to watch me chug the swill that was presented to me. "Dad, I'm your son. You wouldn't make me do this, right?"

"There's no getting out of this one, kid. Enjoy your drink." He and Cam laughed at their perceived wit.

I pursed my lips and swallowed the drink before I had time to taste it, provoking "oh gross he really drank it" faces from my crowd. It truthfully wasn't that bad, but I put on a fake retching show to entertain the fans. 

The women were just returning from town, sending a buzz of energy to our game table. "What are you guys playing?" Jensen inquired, shuffling around with the cards on the table.

"An adult game, buddy." Cam stood up and walked his son inside. "Kenny, swim?" He called from the kitchen. 

My dad nodded. "For sure." 

The two of them headed down to the water and I followed behind, wanting to do anything to get the obsession with Cassie off of my mind. We were quickly joined by the rest of the family, all excited to go swimming together. 

Sophie and I jumped in first, hand in hand and screaming like banshees. We made a break for the water trampoline that sat further towards the middle of the lake. I let her climb up first, shivering in the chilly water and waiting until the ladder was clear.

The sun was beating down hard and scorched the water droplets off of me. We lay on the black mesh trampoline and warmed up from the cold lake water. The trampoline shook as Cassie popped her head over the side. I pulled her on board and Sophie jumped her sister, tickling her through shrieks. 

Jensen climbed up behind her and I helped him up as well, thus filling most of the room on the water trampoline. 

A Frisbee rocketed its way towards us and I snagged it just before it came into contact with Cassie's head. "Guess you owe me one, huh?" 

"Oh, how shall I pay off my debt?" She winked and dove backwards into the lake. 

We swam furiously, throwing the Frisbee around and stopping by the shore for just long enough to grab a drink. I eventually grew accustomed to the coldness of the water and it became more like a room temperature bath. 

Kyle was bouncing his siblings off the side of the trampoline, sending them howling in fits of laughter over the edge. The dads were taking turns trying to see who would be the first to knock a beer can off a metal pole in the sand, while the moms stuck with sunbathing and reading magazines. 

We were at the lakeside for hours, building sand castles and playing with the shoreline until it was nearing lunchtime. 

Cassie and I had taken out the paddleboat, dressed in swimming suits in case we fell in, and were exploring more of the lakeside, idly drifting by all the different cottages that dotted the side of the water. 

"I really like it out here." Her eyes were drawn to the landscape that ran parallel to our miniature boat. "It feels like if we disappeared, nobody would even know, you know?"

"Sort of." I held her hand as we chugged along the waterfront before reaching a tiny bay where no cottages had been built. Only a vast army of trees peppered the lakeside, stretching out over the water like nature's sky scrapers. 

As soon as we were deep enough into the bay, Cassie's hands magnetized themselves between my legs. 

"Cas, are you sure?" 

"Nobody ever comes around here." She sounded confident enough for both of us.

She expertly fished my dong out of my shorts and proceeded to pump the length of my cock until I was dribbling enough precum for her to use it like light lube, moistening the veiny shaft and spitting into her hand to rub in the makeshift lubricant.

A long trail of spit was connecting Cassie's lips to my rod, glistening saliva that was begging to be slurped up. She followed through on the begging sand sucked down the strand of spit and precum, swallowing happily and continuing her fisted assault on my dick.

My balls were tightening and crying out for release, only calming down when Cassie wrapped her free hand around the bulging sack, digging her thumb against the base of my cock and dragging her nails over the fleshy surface.

The redness in the head of my cock was increasing, making it look like Cassie was wrapping her tiny little hand around a glistening, pulsing, scarlet coloured gemstone. Trying desperately to get the perfect amount of shine on the jewel beneath her fingers, she kept up her stroking pattern until I thought I was seeing stars. 

Looking back on it, I wouldn't say we made the smartest of decisions. But I was too horny to be thinking like a logical adult; all I wanted was pussy. And I wanted it NOW.

Luckily, Cassie was a devious little minx and had already decided that there was no way I was getting back to shore without taking care of the ever-hungry cum dumpster that lay waiting for me. 

With my head rolled back, I hadn't even noticed her moving until she was straddling me, facing me and planting a big kiss on my forehead. She stretched the swimsuit away from her slit and exposed me to the sticky peach that was drifting mind-numbing aromas towards me. 

I felt her rubbing her wetness against me, grinding down and letting my suspense build up before she actually let me slip inside her achingly tight tunnel. Her tits were practically spilling out of her top, needing only a pull with my teeth to pop them out entirely. She gasped at the reveal but was silenced as my tongue flicked across the bumpy pink nubs, rolling them around my mouth and sucking on the small buttons. 

I wasn't even inside of her yet, but just remembering exactly how tight and wet she was got my heart pumping blood to my cock.

By now, I could tell she was growing just as impatient as I was, based on her hurried breathing and sped up strokes across my penis. "I'm ready now." She rushed the words from her throat and grabbed a fistful of my t shirt as she drove her hips downwards, encasing my entire shaft in creamy, buttery heaven. Her frothy, sticky glue was basting my throbbing erection in waves of heat and syrup.

My cock was being tightly held in the confines of her vagina, digging deep down to reach her most intimate places, prompting a choppy gasp from her as I spread every damn inch of her. 

She was supported on her knees, bouncing with her kitten swallowing my smooth, hard pole with minimal effort. The cream we were mixing up was bubbling inside her tight pussy, lathering up her bumpy insides for my cock to rub across. 

Cassie composed herself enough to give the lake a quick glance to make sure we weren't being watched, but somehow I don't think she would have cared if they were. Something about her palms clamped tightly over my shoulders told me that it would take the force of an explosion to stop her from milking my veiny, straining erection.

I locked my hands behind her back, giving her lifting support so she could rise up to the very tip of my eager member, only to drop back down and suck me down to the sweet, nectar flowing centre. 

Our bodies fell into a steady rhythm of fucking, with her happily taking me to the hilt with every bounce and me happily filling her with cock. "Oh fuck, you feel amazing." She whispered to me, using her left hand to rub her clit, her right hand digging into my shoulder with intensity. 

The deep, humid confines of her pussy were licking the head of my dick every time I bottomed out, taking a taste of my precum just before I slipped back out of the constricting tunnel. 

Her juices were starting to steadily drip onto my legs, getting our bodies drenched in her mess. The sounds of wet skin on skin slapping against each other was enough to bring my balls to a boil, with just barely enough time to warn Cassie. "Uh, Cas. I'm gonna-."

"Shhh," She kissed me and bit my lip, pulling it with her teeth as lightly as she could considering she was being bounced around like a rubber ball. "I know, baby. Fill me up." Cassie swirled her hips in a violent circular motion, whipping her ass around and shaking it to keep my dick inside of her. To finish me off, she clenched down at the head of my cock and slowly lowered herself down while keeping their airtight seal around me, letting the tight ring of her pussy squeeze the cum up from my balls. 

I groaned as I let go and dumped what felt like my fiftieth load into Cassie's desperate kitty. She stood up and fitted her bottoms back around her bulging mound, leaking drips of cum out of the edges. "Whenever shall I get enough of that cock?" She cooed as she scooped a gob of cum from her oozing creampie and slurped it up. 

"Probably around the same time I get tired of that incredible spot you've got between your legs: never." I pulled her down to me and she fell into my lap, sitting her bum squarely onto me and swinging her legs over to my side. We kissed and I tasted pure desire, a woman who could never get enough of the one thing every guy thought about (allegedly) every 7 seconds. 

In my post-orgasm moment, I realized our weekend together was coming to a close and I was truly dreading the goodbye. I used every ounce of my strength to push the terrible reality from my mind, focusing on the last little bit we had left. I was desperate to ask Cassie what she thought about us, and how she felt about me in a way other 

than sex.

All my life I've been afraid of rejection, and have had it thrown my way too many times to just man up and ask her to be mine. I know, something children do on Valentine 's Day and I can't even bring myself to do it. I'm literally more cowardly than a child. Awesome. 

Something inside my stomach was telling me to hope for the best, but expect the worst. I had an uneasy feeling that I quickly wrote off when I remember that Cassie still had a surprise for me. 

A red surprise, my favourite colour of all, on my red head princess, my favourite girl of all time.



Muskoka Ch.06



Cassie and I had just had sex in a paddle boat on the lake, and were still sitting in the boat waiting for one of us to make the decision to head back to land. 

We fixed our tangled clothing and hair, and made it back to the beach. The water games erupting from around the sandy nook were contagious, and we were instantly sucked into an intense game of football. 

I'm not sure there were organized teams, because Sophie and Jensen were busy running around devilishly and ignoring any hint of rules. "You're it!" Jensen shouted as he slapped my hand.

"I thought you guys were playing football?" I caught the spiral my Dad sent at me and flipped it around in my hands before under hand throwing it to Sophie, who ran towards the end zone with determination. "Are we gonna set up teams and play a real game?"

"No time, bud. We're going in to town for lunch." Kyle fished a t-shirt out from the mess of towels and clothing that lay in a heap at the end of a white lounge chair. "There's this awesome new place that just went up, specializes in pasta."

"Sandwiches," Deb corrected him. "They specialize in sandwiches."

"Even better!" Kyle cheered and made sure that he was the first person in the car when we left the cottage. 

Town was just as busy as it had been when Cassie and I went, if not busier. We were directed by Cameron towards the sandwich shop, appropriately titled 'Read Between the Rye'. A sandwich shop, if I'd ever seen one. 

The waitress took our drink orders and hurried off towards the kitchen. As she was leaving, I couldn't help by noticing her ass...and then noticing why I wasn't flaunting over it. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was a great ass. But something about it just didn't set anything off in my brain. It was only when I turned back to Cassie that the fireworks exploded, and her smile overtook me like a bullet past a race horse.

"You okay?" She furrowed her brow and sipped her water. 

"I'm amazing." 

"Somebody's got a high opinion of themselves." Kyle turned back to our table after thoroughly examining the females that packed the shop.

"See anything you like, peeper?" Deb shoved her son and scolded him under her breath. 

"Yeah, a 7012."

"What's a 7012?" My Dad was beyond confused, but was trying to mask that under the mass of interest he was secreting. 

"A 7 out of 10, at 12 o'clock, or: straight forward." Kyle explained, pointing in the direction of the cheerful blonde that was barely visible through the hoard of guys trying to buy her drinks. 

"Guys, there are kids around. This is scarring them." 

Adam was doing a great job of keeping the kids busy, and frustrated, with a game of hangman. Seeing as most of the movies they watched were Disney, it wasn't hard to think of titles that they wouldn't be able to guess. They didn't hear a word being said by anybody other than Adam.

"Your mom is right Kyle. Besides, that's clearly an 801." Cameron jokingly scolded his son, getting a smack in the arm from his wife. 

"That's not my fault, she moved to the right since I called her out." Losing any competition took the fun out of Kyle, even one as meaningless as this. 

Our waitress came back and we told her our appetizer and entre choices, every member of the table using every ounce of restraint to peck hesitant little bits off the plate of bread and butter that had been placed at our table.

I know, free bread at a sandwich shop? Don't worry, we all thought it was weird, not just you. Like, who needs that much starch with one meal? Just overwhelming, is what it was. Anyway...

After much broken small talk, our apps finally arrived and flooded the table with hungry mouths and eager fingers. I was careful to make sure I took the plate of potato skins, a historical mutual love I shared with Cassie, before anybody else could snatch them away. Placing them down in front of Cassie, she blew me a playful kiss. "Thanks, doll."

"Anything for my sweetheart." Deb and my mom erupted into uproarious laughter while the waitress stood uncomfortably waiting to get a word in. 

"You two are a really cute couple." She awkwardly held a breath hoping she had labeled us properly. Nice try, sister. Now the whole table was howling with tears of joy at the expense of Cassie, the waitress, and me. 

"They aren't dating!" Sophie and Jensen chimed in unanimously.

Their mother shushed them and shooed them away. "I think we're all good for now, thank you." She nodded our waitress away and jumped right back into fits of laughter. I don't see what was so funny, but people are weird creatures. 

Cassie nudged my hand under the table cloth and I gratefully embraced her palms, tangling my branchy fingers in her roots and binding us together.

Our entrees came after ages spent waiting, but they were well worth the wait. I had to tear myself away from Cassie just to hold my monstrosity upright. Mayonnaise was smeared on more than half the faces of our group, and at least a third of us had mustard somewhere on our mouths. 

Walking like stuffed turkeys, we shuffled our way back to the car to trek the thirty minute car ride home. I was in the same car as anybody under 30. Our parents took off squealing in our SUV while Kyle drove the rest of us back in the minivan, with Cassie and I squished together in the back seat, with Sophie beside the two of us. Adam and Jensen were in the middle two car seats, squawking about some sort of new video game.

The two sisters had both passed out, with Cassie on my shoulder snuggled with my arm around her, and Sophie buried relaxingly into her sister's stomach, breathing quietly.

"Why did nobody sit up with me?" Kyle whined. 

"Because you ate pastrami, Kyle." My brother explained. "And what are you allergic to?"

"Pastrami." Kyle sighed in defeat. 

"Exactly, and you smell like you're rotting, so we all took the seats where the windows work." 

"You guys are the worst, man. Not chill at all." He wasn't really mad, he knew the risk he took when he ordered pastrami.

My ginger princess was chirping beside me, little pockets of air escaping her lips and sounding like whispers. I played with her hair and she hooked her fingers in the collar of my shirt, tugging the material to brush against her cheeks. 

She was really getting worn out by all the sex, but I knew that she'd rather sleep 23 hours a day if it meant we got to fuck for even just an hour. 

Even in this crowded mini-van, my attention was sucked to Cassie's heaving chest, mashed against my stomach and ballooning out like two beach balls. Oh lord, the things I would to do her if we were alone right now. 

When we finally got back, we packed a bunch of waters and beers and chugged off to the rocks, jumping rocks, to be specific. The tallest one was about 10 meters from the water, leaving it for only the most accomplished of daredevils. 

"You guys ready?" My Dad was already shirtless and hopping off the boat onto the rocky ledge where he walked to the tip of the second highest cliff. 

"You think you're gonna jump from there?" I was shielding my eyes from the sun, staring with the rest of the family waiting for him to leap into the water. We started counting down from 10, giving him just barely enough time to get comfortable with diving from his perch.

Kyle and I ascended the pathway to the peak of the rock hanging over the lazily flowing lake. The kids had taken up a spot on one of the lower rocks, only two of three feet from the water. Some people just have to warm up before they tackle the big game. 

Rock, paper, scissors between Kyle and I ended in my loss, and I took to the ledge like a proud loser and sucked in a deep breath before diving from the rock and splitting the water apart with my hands and sinking down like a stone into the belly of the lake. 

I stay submerged under the surface and held my breath, gazing in wonder at the pure darkness that covered every direction. It was like an endless wasteland, nothing but thick black fog as far as the eye could see. The only stand out addition was the outline of the boat above me being silhouetted by the sunlight, like a rescue beacon.

I liked to imagine that anything could emerge from that fog, ranging from an old pirate ship, or a fiendish shark with rows upon rows of dangerous teeth. My fear of the unknown got the better of me and I escaped from the underwater midnight. 

Quick kicks rode me to the top and I sucked in a bit gulp of air in the name of victory. 

Cassie was the only one still paying attention to me, smirking and clapping at my revival. "Should I go in?" She asked, dipping a toe into the water.

"It's not too cold, come swim with me!" I sunk back down under the wake and blew an army of bubbles up to the top. They popped one by one as they exited the water and released the breath of air trapped inside.

When I rose back up, she was shaking her head and wrapping herself in a towel. "I don't feel well, I might swim in bit." 

I shrugged and climbed back onto the boat, using the platform to then climb up onto the rocks and stand beside Kyle. "I see you haven't jumped in yet." I blandly stated, squeezing some water from my shorts.

"It looks cold, man." Kyle kicked a rock in and watched it tumble down, knocking dust every time it hit the side of the cliff. "Damn."

"Scared?" I asked, pushing him towards the edge with no intention of putting him over.

"Dude, cut it out!" He slapped at me and I laughed as I dove into the water, leaving him alone on the rock. When I came back up, I saw Cassie standing beside her brother.

"So, I guess you're coming in?" I shouted up, spitting a mouthful of water into the air.

"Looks like it." She yelled back, standing all cocky with her hand on her hip.

"Wait for me!" I made my way back to the rock for the third time as Kyle and Cassie stood patiently waiting for me to join them. "Ready?" I smiled at Kyle and he nodded back. We backed the fearful redhead onto the ledge and poked at her.

"You guys are awful!" She yelled before diving backwards into the water like a mermaid. She burst through the water and waved us to come down with her. Kyle cannonballed in and I followed behind him, sending waves all over the innocent bystanders still on the boat. 

The moms had enough, and gave in to the lake. They bounced around on colourful foam noodles and gave running commentary of the scene. "Looks like Cassie and Garrett are flirting playfully, how odd."

Cassie shot her mom a look of rage and splashed her. "Mom, be quiet." She swam away, leaving me treading water beside Deb. 

"I'm sorry." I said to her.

"It's okay, sweetie. She's just a sensitive girl." We swam at the jumping rock for hours, splashing in the cool water and eating truckloads of chips and crackers with cheese. By the time we were ready to leave, everyone was exhausted and full of snacks, now craving a real meal to fill us up. 

The ride back had Cassie cuddling against me to protect her wet body from the whipping winds. She sniffled and I took my towel to wrap around her, pulling her tightly. Before this got suspicious, I wanted to diffuse the tension. I called Kyle over to help me keep her warm and the two of us held different sections of her body to keep the wind away.

My Mom, always the photographer, picked up her camera and snapped a picture of us between fits of laughter. One thing I loved about my family is how easy they are to entertain.

We arrived back on the dock and Cassie made a mad escape for the indoors where it was warmer, no doubt hiding under a fortress of blankets and pillows. 

Kyle and I tied the boat off and cleared out the sea of empty bottles that littered the interior of the ship.

"Man, you guys really have a thing for booze, huh?" I asked while trying to balance upwards of eleven bottles in my arms. 

"It's just our way of having fun." Kyle shot back, kicking at me as he exited the boat.

"Not fair, man!" I almost fell over, but managed to recover from the attack without losing a single piece of glass. 

Inside the cottage, the patrons were bustling with activity. Running around with foam swords, setting up rounds of shots, or hurriedly getting all the groceries out of the fridge to make the rib and soup combination dinner we were preparing.

Time was starting to fly by faster than I was realizing it, and I knew it was only a matter of time until Cassie and I had to part ways, possibly forever. It was like I was jumping form one moment to the next, not experiencing the time in-between. I wanted this time to last, so I promised myself I wouldn't lose focus again. 

My Dad was manning the grill like a champion, expertly flaming up the coals to get a perfect sear on the meat. Inside, I was slicing various vegetables, as usual, to add them to the soup. It was some sort of chowder, corn or beef probably. The only ones in the kitchen were Cassie, Deb, and I. My Mom had lost all her energy at the rocks and was taking a quick nap before dinner. There wasn't a whole lot of work to be done, and most of it was done in silence. 

Only when we were nearing the end did Deb speak up. "So, Cassie, Garrett says the two of you haven't talked about your plans after the summer. Did you suddenly get tired of bragging about your swimming?" Her mom was laughing at her teasing, but Cassie was anything but impressed.

"To be fair, I haven't told anybody my plans, actually." Cassie was angrily skinning a sweet potato and was coming dangerously close to her fingers. 

I moved close to her and closed my hand around hers, calming her and stopping her reckless slices before she lost a thumb. "You okay?" I whispered. She nodded and pulled her hand away, brushing hair from her face.

"What do you mean, Cassie?" Deb was standing in a confrontational pose, made worse by the fact that she was holding a kitchen knife with little pieces of carrot stick to it. 

"I mean, Mother," Cassie laid her knife down to stop any accidents from taking place. "That I haven't told anybody that I plan of quitting swimming."

The look that pushed its way onto Deb's face was heartbreaking, just before it turned angry. "What the hell do you mean you're quitting swimming?"

"It's not where my heart wants to go anymore, and I know it means so much to you watching me race and it's our thing together, but I need to move on."

"But the Olympics-." Debbie was raising her voice so Cameron had grabbed the kids and taken them outside to play badminton. 

"That was a dream, Mom. And not one I want to follow anymore." This was a conversation that I shouldn't be present for, as it was clearly dividing these two women in a disastrous way. I was still nowhere near getting involved. "Look, I want to pursue art, and I have for a long time. You've seen my room, I'm pretty good already. I think if I went to school for it I could really improve, too."

Debbie was about to blow a vein, clutching the handle of the knife with a ferocity that I feared. "I have poured so much money into this hobby of yours, and I want to see you fulfil it."

"To see me do what, again? Fulfil my dream, or yours?" 

Debbie slammed down her knife and knocked over a bowl of mashed potatoes. The spuds spilt all over the floor, leaving a goopy, white mess on the tile. 

There was a moment of quietness where I wasn't sure if the yelling would continue, but Deb was quick to fill the silence. "You will not give up on everything we've worked so hard for. Driving to swim meets at 5am, dumping money into gear and private lessons, supporting you at every turn. And now you give us this?"

"I'm not happy, Mom." Cassie sounded like she was close to tears. "I want to paint." I grabbed her shoulder and she leaned closer to me, almost involuntarily. 

"Cassie, let's go outside for a second." I urged her, dying to break up this conflict. 

Instead, she raced past me and out the door before I could even catch her. 

"I'll go after her." Deb sniffled, wiping her nose on her shirt sleeve. "She's my daughter, after all."

I hugged the distressed mother and patted her on the back. "Deb, I'll go after her. I'll bring her back." She nodded and walked solemnly into her bedroom where she shut the door. 

I slipped into my shoes and took off, no idea where Cassie had taken off to. 

Walking around aimlessly, I started to notice just how dark the trees and stumps were. Every small whisper I heard sent shivers down my spine, tickling the hairs on the back of my neck and up my legs. I felt my stomach tighten as a large THWACK echoed throughout the forest.

"Shit." I muttered to myself, tripping over a rock buried in the ground and taking a tumble to the cold, dead floor. Pinecones and twigs were scattered across the floor, and sticking into my hands as I pushed myself up. There was a patch of moonlight shining through the screen of leaves and pine needles covering the canopy, and the bright beam guided me onto a different path. 

Since the one I was on was starting to become narrow, I figured it was close to ending.

Switching trails got me lodged deep in the pine tree area, where needled jabbed into my cheeks and scratched at my neck like tiny hands. The only thing better about the new trail was that it was lit better, making my hustling figure look like a cut out against the forest laden background. "Cassie?" I called out, hoping to catch her voice booming back to me. If she heard me, she wasn't in the mood to respond. 

I knew how dangerous these woods could be at night, considering we didn't have any flashlights.

Bears could become curious with us, especially since we just came from preparing food. Without lights, it would be all too easy to get lost in the maze of dimly lit orange and green fingers on the twisted, knotted arms of the trees.

An owl hooted in the distance. "Perfect," I thought to myself. "Now this is only one sex scene away from being a low budget horror movie." Knowing Cassie and I, we would end up dead three times by the end of the night.

I heard a snap behind me and tried to use reverse psychology to convince that it would be Cassie, based on how unlikely it was that it actually WOULD be Cassie. I was scared, don't poke fun at my flawed logic. 

I turned around and saw a chipmunk following behind me, hiding behind rocks and trailing behind me. It was only then that I noticed I had been spilling corn from my back pocket. As I later found out, Cassie had thought it would be funny to sneak a handful into my pocket and not tell me until I noticed on my own.

Anyway, this little creature was very invested in me, and already had his cheeks remarkably packed with yellow corn. "Alright, buddy." I spilt the remainder of the corn on the ground near me, backing away so my new friend wouldn't feel threatened.

As I walked away, I heard him chewing happily on his food. Just as things were starting to look up, I saw a bright light coming from higher up a path to the left to me. "You've gotta be kidding me."

About three years ago, Cassie had brought me up to this perch that overlooked the whole lake. It was at the perfect location, shaded in by trees, but facing the right way to watch the sun slowly sink into the wavy water from high up.

Apparently, it was a fairly unknown spot. Something she liked to keep a secret. "I wish I had remembered that sooner." I cursed as I shook out my shirt, dropping a couple needles from the collar. The withered leaves crunched under my feet with every step I took to Cassie's secret lookout.

I pierced through the trees and was not at all surprised to see her sitting there, gazing with wonder over the unending beauty of our lake. 

"Hey." I whispered, still not sure if I should sit down.

"I heard you coming."

"I made myself heard." Maybe now wasn't the time for what I passed off as wit. Cassie didn't respond to me, instead just lowering her head and taking deep breaths. "So," I walked and sat beside her, rubbing her back with my hand to comfort her. "Your mom seems pretty upset."




Muskoka Ch.06



"Of course she was." She was spewing venom at me that was aimed for another person, but I took it anyway to let her vent. 

"You have every right to pursue art, Cas. I support you completely." 

There was a misty longing tint to Cassie's stare, like part of her was being held behind from feeling complete. "I just can't swim anymore, ya know? I'm through with it." 

I grabbed her hand and closely anchored it to mine, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. "You do whatever you want, your Mom will come around in the end. You know she loves you."

The girl balancing on my right side was silent, save for her sniffling. "We should go back."

"Not until you're ready."

She smiled up at me. "You'll wait with me?"

"Of course." I smiled back and kissed her forehead, letting her burrow her face in my chest. 

"You smell good." She whispered. "Like the lake, but fresh."

My arm was raised behind her and I was combing my nails across her head, spreading her hair into tidy little rows and scratching all the stress off my girl. "You like it?" I asked, to which she purred happily and nodded in response. 

"I like YOU." She sighed, slowly starting to feel sleep over take her. 

"I love you too."

Cassie bolted upright and tugged her hand from mine in one swift pull. "You...what?" 

I was speechless. I had realized a fraction of a second too late that she had said like, not love, and I was going to scare her off completely. 

"I thought you said love!" I was panicking, but so was she, so it evened out.

"I didn't! Why did you say love?"

"I don't know!"

"Me neither. Is that what you feel?"

"Maybe." 

"Maybe?"

"Yes, maybe! I don't fucking know it slipped out!"

"How does that slip out?!"

We had ended up standing by now, the shouting causing too much energy to keep us in our seats. Cassie looked defensive in her stance and I was just trying to defuse her anger. 

"You can't just say shit like that, Garrett, so what the fuck?"

"Cas, calm down."

"Don't call me that, I'm not a child, don't talk to me like a child." She had clearly moved from defensive to offensive. "I thought we were just having fun, we didn't have to worry about feelings."

"I'm not worried about how I feel, just about how you feel." I tried to take a step towards her but she backed off and threw her hands up at me.

"And how do you feel?" She asked me.

"I've never felt so close with anyone in my life, somebody who I can tell anything to. I never get tired of seeing you, and nobody makes me as happy as you have."

"You've only seen me the past couple days, Garrett. This is insane." She was nervous, her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were fluttering. Maybe she was just trying to hide how she really feels about me. 

"Don't tell me you don't feel a connection." I was starting to get upset, and it was coming through. She bit her lip and bit back her immediate response, settling and sternly ordering me. "You need to leave."

"What? Leave?" 

"Now, please."

"Are you coming with me?" I asked, but I never got an answer. She sat down on the bench and locked her attention to the skyline, watching the moonlight tickle the riverbanks that wormed their way around and through the behemoth of a lake before us.

I turned to leave and hoped she would call out to me, but she didn't. On my way back to the cottage I had time to dull myself to the immense rejection I had just experienced. I walked into the living room, loudly illuminated by the chanting and rooting aimed at the military shooter game flashing on the TV. 

My brother was firing bullets at Kyle as they weaved in and out of the maze-like village they were dropped in. Tiny bits of the wall were being thrown into the air with every loud crack from the rifle my brother's character was holding.

Deb was sitting with my Mother out on the porch, sipping a coffee and clearly ranting about something we couldn't hear through the porch door. 

Dinner had been finished and cleaned up, with two plates left out for Cassie and me. 

I stood behind the two gamers on the couch, watching them duel to the death while Sophie, Jensen, Cameron, and my Dad cheered them on. The dads were rooting for Kyle, while the kids were adamant that Adam would clinch the victory. He was only a few points behind, so a comeback was still possible. 

"Look who's back." Adam was talking to me, but didn't have the time to spare to look at me, eyes fixated on the television only to watch his character be gunned down by Kyle's character, from behind a green dumpster down the street from him. "Dammit!"

"You're not gonna win this one, Rico." Kyle had his mouth hanging slack jawed as he poured all his willpower into crushing my brother into dust. 

The game was close, with Kyle raining bullets down on Adam from atop a balcony. He dove behind a car, ripe with vivid orange flames, and returned fire with a grenade launcher. There was no time to react; Kyle was blown from the veranda down into the street where he landed with a sickening THUD. 

Debris and chunks of cement were hailing into the street as well, covering Adam in rebar and dust. He made his way through an abandoned kitchen, keeping a firm eye out for his opponent.

A crunch turned him around and he had only a second to take cover behind a worn out stove top before the room was lit up by muzzle flashes and a flurry of ammunition.

"I got you pinned now, man." Kyle's gun had over one hundred bullets in one magazine, making it difficult for Adam to find a window where he wasn't going to end up riddled like Swiss cheese.

"Not quite." Being resourceful, he rolled a flashbang grenade under the table near Kyle's feet and ducked as it went off, sending the blinded soldier into a frenzy of wild shooting until his ammunition had run dry. 

Taking advantage of this split second of lowered defences, Adam vaulted over the table and unloaded nearly half his clip into Kyle before his body hit the floor. 

"Nice one." Kyle grumbled, unsure of whether or not he even wanted the compliment to be heard by his competitor. I could tell my Adam's smile that he definitely heard.

The battle raged on, with explosions and gunfire serving as ambiance for my daymare (day dream + nightmare). Cassie had broken me, I felt like half a person with even less of a soul. I thought I was in love, I thought I had found somebody I could be myself with. I thought wrong.

After watching them finish off their match and start up another one, I gave up my interest and decided to retire to my red room bedroom. Just as I was about to say goodnight, I heard the front door swing open and close. Without saying a word to anybody, Cassie darted into her bedroom.

Her slamming of the front door had alerted Deb that her daughter was home, and she immediately left my Mom on the porch and went into Cassie's room, not saying a word to anybody else as she passed by. 

After waiting for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, I gave up waiting for Cassie to come back out. I walked out to keep my Mother company and planted myself beside her, taking a drink of her tea. 

"Peppermint?" I inquired.

She shook her head, still looking over the rolling waves. "Spearmint." 

"They have spearmint tea, now?" I took another drink; it really was quite tasty.

"I suppose they do, what a time to be alive."

"Ah, Mother, how I have missed your sarcasm." 

"Nobody misses my sarcasm." She laughed and finally turned to me to kiss me on the cheek. "But thank you, honey." 

"What were you and Deb talking about?" I was full of questions this evening. 

She explained Deb's side of the story to me, going into detail about just why she was so against Cassie quitting swimming. She said everything I had already known; it cost them money, they wanted her to stay committed, 

"Who cares if it costs money, everything costs money." I was quick to leap to Cassie's side, despite the bad blood boiling between us.

"But they've spent years supporting her through tournaments, and training, and championships."

"There's a difference between championships and tournaments?" 

"Apparently." 

That's when I heard a sentence that chilled my bones more than anything had before. Debbie opened the door and said blankly; "She's asking for you." I swallowed my nervousness and left the balcony, creeping past the ever-violent nature of men.

"Holy shit, was that your arm?" Kyle was sitting crossed legged on the floor, trying to get closer to the action. 

"Kyle, watch your language." Cameron jumped in.

"It's okay." Sophie and Jensen said in unison. Their close knit bond was starting to become very reminiscent of the twins in The Shining. 

"And yes," Sophie piped up. "That was his arm."

"Awesome." Kyle whispered.

Seeing as the group were all being kept busy, I left them to their game and went to knock on Cassie's door. "Come in." Her tiny voice slipped through the door and sent a cold shiver through my neck.

When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was how dark the room was. Her blinds were only open a crack, letting in just enough light for me to recognize the girl in front of me, dressed in a way I thought I would only be able to imagine.

"Wh-When did you buy that?" I could hardly coax the words out.

"When I went into town while you played drinking games."

She was standing proudly sporting the most incredibly sexy lingerie I had ever seen, illuminating the room, with her bright red attire. Her breasts were held elegantly by two strapless cups, with a small bowtie being squished between the mountainous breasts I was zeroed in on. They were being pushed up slightly, giving the most incredible view of her cleavage. It took effort to rip my eyes from her chest, but the rest of her was equally stunning.

Her milky white legs were crossed one foot over the other, leading up from her painted toe nails up her long, toned limbs and ending between her thighs, where there was a very revealing, almost see through, red lace thong. 

Her hair was dropped down around her shoulders, flowing over her back and letting parts of it dangle over her shoulders to her chest while managing not to block the view of her breasts. 

I could see the outline of her lips through the fabric of her thong, and the bright red of the lingerie went hand in hand with her red pubic hair. The finishing touches on the outfit were the ruby earrings dangling from her ears, catching my attention. 

"So, you're not mad at me anymore?" I was praying this wasn't some sort of cruel, twisted prank designed to turn me on then shoot me down.

"I was never mad at you, Garrett." She took baby steps towards me, timid and nervous. "I'm a lonely person, and I like it that way. I don't have boyfriends because I don't like being tied down. I don't like spending time with anybody for more than a couple days in a row."

"Got it, thanks." I turned to leave while I still had a shred of dignity. 

"That being said," She was being louder to catch my attention before I left entirely. "I don't know what it is about you, but I like it. I really do. I think you're a really, really great guy."

"Well, as we've seen, I'm not really on the 'like' page anymore, and I'm sorry about that. Hell, I'm not only on a different page than you, I'm on a different chapter. I'm in an entirely separate goddamn book."

"I'm not much of a reader, but I think that your analogy is way off."

"How's that?" I was getting agitated at her toying with me, I was seconds away from storming off until she changed my mind entirely with a handful of sentences.

"We're not in the same book, we aren't in a book at all. We are a piece of paper being blown around the world with three words written on it. Three words I should have been ready for days ago, three words I was too afraid to admit to myself I felt for somebody I might never see again. Three words I..." 

I stood silently and waited for her to finish her sentence. 

She wiped a small tear from her eye and frowned adorably. "Oh my god, you idiot." She smiled.

"Excuse me?" 

"Now you're supposed to tell me you love me again so I can say it back and we can kiss."

Without hesitation I was across the floor and picking Cassie up, wrapping her feet behind my back and hugging her with every ounce of love I had to give to another person. 

I moved as fast as I could to the bed and dropped us onto it, kissing her more passionately than I had since we'd arrived here.

Her lips were sliding over mine, making little suction noises whenever one of us pulled away from the other. My shirt was off by now and she was already making her move to get my pants off, too. I kept kissing her, holding my hands on her hips. 

As long as I was with Cassie, I felt safe. I didn't have to worry about what part came next, all I had to do was let my body go on autopilot. She had already unbuttoned my pants and was trying to shimmy them down, along with my boxers. 

I kicked them off and pinned her to the mattress, biting and kissing softly at her neck while my fingers diligently worked at her bra. I felt the clasp give way and the red covering came off without a hitch. It was like being exposed to her chest for the first time all over again.

Her perfectly hard nipples were sticking out and asking to be played with. Gravity was making her breasts fall to the side a bit, but still keep their incredible perkiness. I ran my hands up from her hips to her chest, licking her nipple and blowing on it. She arched her back and moaned softly. 

My teeth were grazing over the nubs, my tongue playing with them. I sucked on the pointy pink bullets until I thought I was going to leave a permanent hickey, but she didn't seem to mind. Little kisses were planted along the top and sides of her heavy chest, while my free hand played with whichever of her boobs my mouth wasn't latched onto.

I slowly edged down to the last part of her still covered in clothing. Lifting her legs made it possible to tug the underwear off of her. She was so wet that it was visible from over a foot away, desperately begging me to see how much punishment I could inflict on her with my tongue and fingers.

I, for one, was eager to find out.

Long strands of sticky juice were connecting between her lips, breaking as I effortlessly eased two fingers inside of her. She was bearing down on my hand, trying to get my fingers as deep as I could get them. I felt the tips of my digits pressing against her g-spot, digging into the squishy texture and dragging my fingers along the roof of her vagina.

"Oh fuck, keep doing that." She begged through little gasps for air. 

I kept pumping her hole while I let my tongue poke softly at her clit, circling it and gingerly sucking on the small button that was causing Cassie to seize up with every long lick of her slit.

The savoury taste of her sweet honey was pouring over my taste buds, and I gratefully swallowed every drop she gave me. I was sucking on her clit as my fingers, now having three of them inside of her, were fucking her roughly and rubbing against her g-spot with every push in.

Her mews of pleasure were enough to convince me I was doing something right, so I decided to push the limits. My pinky finger poked at her asshole, rubbing against the rubbery, bumpy surface before wiggling inside. She gasped audibly, trapping my head between her legs as she closed her thighs around my ears. 

Not even this stopped me as I worked my pinky in as deep as I could get it before scraping against the walls of her tiny back door. I was now working three fingers into her sopping wet pussy, while the tip of my tongue flicked against her clitoris, and my pinky finger slid easily in and out of her asshole. She was so wet, that she was starting to drip her wetness down onto my pinky, making it that much easier to finger fuck her butthole.

Small beads of sweat were starting to form on my brow from how hard I was working to bring Cassie to an orgasm. Lucky for me, I was only seconds away from doing so.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She squealed just before she came, locking up her joints and tightening her muscles, including the muscles that were already tightly constricting my fingers. I felt like her vagina was going to crush my fingers, but I kept delving them back into her as she rode her orgasm.

She wasn't thrashing like you see girls do in movies, she was trying her hardest to just stay conscious through the plentiful waves of lust that were overtaking her. Her bum was tightening up to a degree I'd never felt before, and I thought for a second I would genuinely lose a finger.

But then, like it had never happened, her orgasm ended and she relaxed for a second. I thought she was asleep until I felt her fingers tracing the length of my dick. "Somebody's happy to see me." She giggled and took a firm hold on the object of her affection, stroking it slowly.

Cassie pulled me from my sitting position on my knees and I tumbled onto the bed. Her tiny frame slid between my legs and she wrapped both hands around my throbbing cock, stroking it up and down with fascination. The warmth and tight grasp of her knuckles was starting to get to me, and coupled with the fact that she then spat on my rod and used it to lather up her long, focused pulls.

My mind was liquid; I was in a dream state letting Cassie do whatever she wanted to my lower half. The surges of pleasure were practically leaking out through my skin at this point, unsure if I was in heaven or not. 

Her tongue danced in long licks and tongue flicks, touching every possibly part of my unrelentingly hard member. It was slithering around like an agile, pink snake and getting more or less all of my cock covered in wet, gooey saliva.

She gobbled down the first four inches of my dick and sucked gently, timing her head bobs with her hands currently infatuated with my balls. Her head would lift up just as she dug her fingers into my balls with a firm gentleness and nurtured them with squeezes and tugs. Then, she would drop her head back down and swallow as much as my length as she could, usually until her nose was buried against me, at the same time softening her grasp on my balls and scratched them with her nails. Shivers were ricocheting around my body, sending bursts of near orgasmic sensations through my stomach. 

My toes even started to curl when she sped up her deepthroating, banging my dick against the back of her throat and gagging at it every time. 

I knew she was loving having time to play with me however she wanted, but both of us were slowly craving sex more and more, so we did what any two sensible people would do;

We fucked.

Just as I started sitting up, Cassie pushed me back down and shuffled her way up my legs until I felt my cock head brushing against something creamy and soft. No words had to be spoken, we were so in tune with each other sex could be speechless. But where's the fun in that?

She slid the end of my dong through her lips to get it slippery enough to bottom out on her first drop down. She wiggled the first couple inches in and took a deep breath, reaching back and spreading her ass so she could literally plummet down into my lap. 

And she did just that. With one hard drop and a small whimper of pain, Cassie sunk my cock into her stomach with one thrust. "Jesus fucking Christ, Garrett. You're too big."

"It's okay, baby, just go slow now." I was stroking her hair with one hand and holding her hip steady with the other. 

She let all the air from her lungs and proceeded to slowly rise off of my pole. The infinite tightness of her hole made it easy to feel every wall let go of me as I was dragged from Cassie's muffin. I would only be exposed for a second before she steadily let her hot little pocket swallow the remaining inches of my cock. 




Muskoka Ch.06



Once I was fully lubricated with her sticky honey, she started to speed up her motions. I slid seamlessly in and out of her pussy and felt the slick wetness of her tunnel embracing me, covering me so I could push against the incredibly soft walls of her vagina.

Her ass was shaking with such ferocity it was clapping every couple of hip strokes; the only sound in the room other than Cassie's desperate, heavy breathing.

I had taken over holding her ass open so she could take another few centimetres into her. Just as I reached the absolute limit, pushing so deep into Cassie she wasn't able to form sentences. All she did was start grinding, rubbing her soft, spongy cervix against my plump cock head. 

Unbeknownst to her, she was shuddering and sending a ripple effect through her vagina, tightening and loosening rapidly like it was trying to pull the cum from my balls. 

"Cas, baby, can we switch?" I asked.

She only nodded in reply, a slow deliberate nod. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her onto her back, with me on top. I managed to stay in her the whole time and I felt kind of like a pornstar. I kept going with that momentum and pounded as hard as I could into Cassie's soaking wet pussy. 

The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed around the room, masking the high pitched moans of my ginger princess. 

I grabbed her legs and put them up on my shoulders, driving my cock down like a hammer into her eager, waiting cum hole. Every thrust downward got a squeal from her, like she was being tickled in little segments.

My hands glued themselves to her breasts, planted firmly on the jiggling melons that were quivering every time I dove down into her pussy. I made sure to tug on her nipples every time I pulled back, bring her with me by just her nipples.

The moans of ecstasy she was leaking were telling me I was pushing all her favourite buttons. 

Her arms were above her head, holding the head board while I drove into her with as much force as I thought she could handle. The grip she had on the wooden board was matched with the scrunched up look on her face, like she was about to cum.

And she did just that.

I felt a flood of hot juices flood from her slit, making a mess all over her legs and dripping down onto her asshole, preparing it just in case. Her tunnel tightened exponentially, with such a firm grasp on my cock that I think she cut off the blood pressure for a second. 

She was wagging her bum back and forth to drag my head against her cervix again as she rode through her orgasm and coasted slowly but surely into another one. It was evident I was hitting something in the right way, so I continued my rapid pounding until her second orgasm exploded through, stacking with the power of the first one and sending Cassie into a frenzy of spasming and shaking.

Eventually she came back to the real world and grabbed onto my forearms, staring into my eyes. "Hands and knees?" She begged with a desperation in her voice I hadn't heard so far. 

I climbed off of her and flipped her onto her stomach so she was touching the bed, pinning her down. "What are you doing?" She asked, realizing this was not the position she meant.

I ignored her question and proceeded with my plan; sitting on her legs and spreading her juice butt cheeks to let her slightly agape pussy and tight, pink asshole see the light. I spat down onto her back door and rubbed the lube in with my finger, having little resistance when I pushed my finger inside. 

"G-Garrett wait." She was whimpering quietly, with a hint of fear in her voice. I took her cries as encouragement and boldly fit another finger inside, clawing at her asshole from the inside. "Fuck, fuck be gentle, goddammit." 

I changed my method, now sliding my fingers and pushing them as deep as I could and wiggling my fingers to loosen her up. She felt the wiggling and started shivering like she was being tickled from a spot she couldn't reach. 

Her hands were being used to hold her up a bit, but I grabbed them and stuck them to her wobbling ass cheeks. I knew she didn't want to spread her bum for me, but she did it anyway without a complaint. I now had a free hand, and with it I was tirelessly stroking myself, getting as hard as I could to invade her asshole.

I propped the head of my dong against her bum and she clenched up, still keeping spread for me. She was biting down on her pillow in preparation for the first push inside of her tight little rectum. 

"Please be gentle, please?" She was near the point of breaking down, but she was pushing forward for me and trusting me to make her feel good, even if she was afraid. 

With my hips, I moved my body forward and my cock peaked its way in to her clenching butthole. I forced the head inside and Cassie cursed at me, repeating the curse with every inch I slid down into her, slowly making her tear up as she went on with every word. 

By the time I was fully inserted into her butt, she wasn't even fighting back anymore. She was lying limp on the bed and accepting her fate. I went slowly, not wanting to cause any more pain than I already had. I got halfway out and then started to push back down. "Oh god." Cassie coughed out as I buried deep in her creamy butthole. 

My fucking intensity began and as I slowly let her ass get used to me, she accepted the large package plowing her from behind, and even started to enjoy it. 

She was thrusting her ass backwards against me to drive my cock to the base even faster, and harder. She was taking her pounding really well, no longer whimpering, instead she little happy squeaks. Me 

The large, veiny beast was plunging flawlessly in and out of her ass, opening the tight frame and gaping it when I pulled out, leaving her pink insides visible my gaze. I shoved my cock back in her ass and she accepted it with a moan. 

I was fucking her bum relentlessly, not giving her more than a few seconds without having her asshole fucked. Her back door would clutch onto me every time I slid back in, doing its best to keep a hold of me when I was buried to the hilt inside. But its grasp was too slippery, and I was treated to having her walls try their best to stick to me on the way out.

The entire experience was overwhelming, and I hardly noticed that my balls were starting to swell. I leaned down beside her and kissed her neck, sucking on her earlobe as I continually rammed her butt. "Where do you want my cum, baby?" I blew cold air on her ear and she shivered, little goosebumps appearing on her skin.

"In my pussy, please, please in my pussy." She was whining like she needed it to live, and I was happy to fulfil her request. 

I popped my cock from her bottom, letting it stay open for a few seconds before Cassie tightened her hole back up. She raised up onto her hands and knees, wiggling her butt in my direction. Running my cock between her lips, I rubbed the head against her clit and she cooed in approval. 

I lined up my cock with her dripping slit, tapping against her head before dipping easily into the gooey cum dumpster she had waiting for me. She accepted me with gratitude and slammed her butt back against me as soon as I was in an inch. 

Groans of approval flew from her mouth as her eyes were shot open in surprise. I had smashed directly against her g-spot before being shoved down deeper, and the resulting pleasure was too much for Cassie to handle. I took over control and grabbed her hips, fucking her aching hole. 

I took a handful of Cassie's hair and pulled it back, using it to pull myself forward with every thrust, timing it so her whimpers wold be let out when I pulled back. 

There was no holding back my coming orgasm, and I accepted the intense sensations with pleasure. Thick ropes of white cum splattered Cassie's muffin, filling her deep pocket enough that she would feel the liquid sliding around all day. I kept fucking her as I let out my last few shots, making them feel bigger and longer. 

Her eyes were closed, mouth open slightly, as she savoured the feeling of having her insides basted in warm, sticky cum. 

I leaned forward and kissed her back, rolling us onto our sides so we were spooning, my cock still tightly trapped in her kitten. 

"I love you, Cassie." I whispered to her as she breathed softly in my arms.

"I love you too." She whispered back, sounding exhausted and very fulfilled. 

We fell asleep like that. I pulled a blanket over us and gathered the pillows, letting Cassie pass out without a care in the world.

I snuggled against her and held her close to me, dreading leaving tomorrow. I fought back tears, knowing it would be impossible to adjust to life without my ginger princess. 

Everything I thought about brought me back to losing her, and I only managed to get to sleep by letting her cute, quiet snores lull me to bed. 

I don't know what time it was, but I heard footsteps outside and they woke me up, so I listened close to their conversation. 

"Are they both in there?" It was Cam outside the door, and somebody else.

"Probably, why?" Yep, that was Deb.

"Because she shouldn't be sleeping with people this easily."

"Sweetheart, remember how early we had sex? And we worked out." Gross.

"I'm not letting him use her for sex, that's not what I'm here for."

"He isn't, sweetheart, they've really fallen for each other." 

"What does that matter? They never see each other this is only going to hurt our daughter."

"I can't explain why, but I think they'll be okay. Stop worrying."

I tried to stay awake, but I was still wiped from our sex session. When we both woke up in the morning, we got dressed and snuck out of the room. I didn't want to tell Cassie that her parents knew we'd had sex, so I went along with her sneaking. 

My parents had already packed everything up, so all I had left to do was have breakfast and then leave. 

Everyone was sitting eating leftover waffles and pancakes, with heaps of syrup and bacon.

Even though everybody was having a good time, I had an ache in my heart I couldn't shake. All I had to do was look at Cassie and I saw she was feeling the same. I ate in silence, nobody finding any reason to involve me in the conversation. 

I ate and ate and ate, but couldn't fill the emptiness I was feeling. 

Cassie was cold to me, trying to cut me out of her own choice before she had to do it by force.

We finished eating and offered to clean but the Kelly's insisted that they would; we needed to leave before we hit traffic. Everybody gave their goodbyes and hugs and kisses on the cheek. My girl was standing behind everyone, not too eager to say goodbye. 

Sophie pulled her to the front of the line and pushed her into my arms. We hugged, but she pulled away quickly. I swallowed my pride and told myself that was enough. So what if we didn't see them for another couple months, that was a good send off. 

We walked up the stairs to our car, with me lingering in the back. I didn't have any motivation to go forward, but I forced myself to take the steps. 

I gave up hoping there was anything left between Cassie and I, at least until I saw her next time, and stones filled my heart. They were only lifted when I heard rapid footsteps behind me.

Turning around, I was nearly tackled over by Cas. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her with all the love and emotion I had for her, holding her against me and not letting go until she did. 

She pulled back and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Goodbye, my blonde haired prince." Well what do you know, she had a name for me too. "Goodbye, my ginger princess." We kissed one last time and parted ways.

I watched her for as long as I could before we pulled away in our minivan, hustling down the rugged dirt road to the highway, taking us home to our place in the city.

The whole ride home, I played fantasies through my mind about what could happen with Cassie and I. I was hopeful, knowing that if she felt the same way for me that I felt for her, we would find a way together. -------------------------------------------------- Her eyes gleam as she gazes peacefully into my eyes, standing tall and beaming like a star. 

"I do." She says.

"And do you, Garrett O'Neill, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" 

"I do."

"You may now kiss the bride." I touch my lips to Cassie's and softly hold her cheek.

The crowd roars in approval and an enormous amount of clapping is thrown at us. We laugh and kiss again, enticing more and more clapping from our fans. 

"Mrs. Cassie O'Neill, are you prepared to start your amazing life with me?" I ask.

"Why yes, my lovely husband, I think I very well am." 

We walk out through the crowd and amid roars and cheers from our friends and family. We passed by Deb and she shot a coy smile at me.

The door to our limo opened and we shuffled into the back, taking off down the road. 

We sat in silence for a while, coming down from our adrenaline rush. When I finally felt relaxed, I asked my wife the most important question I could;

"Are you as horny as I am?"

"You fucking know I am." She climbed on top of me and shut the window to the driver, blocking him from view.

Thank you, Muskoka. Thank you for everything.