21 comments/ 109969 views/ 25 favorites Destiny's Cabin By: Krotch_Kannibal This story is completely fictional. * Max sat in the old cabins porch swing, holding a large mug filled with steaming coffee and for warmth, a thick blanket held tightly around his shoulders. The weather is turning cold at this elevation, wisps of fog float across the quiet lake. Snuggling deeper inside the blanket, he made a mental note: bring in more firewood and check the new power generator. "No need for a middle of the night, freezing your ass off escapade again; because you're too stupid to think of it during daylight hours and while fully dressed." He smiles inwardly and pushes that particular nights fiasco out of his head. Months had passed renovating the dilapidated cabin. It sat upon a small bluff overlooking the lake, seventeen miles from the nearest town and the last four; only accessible by off-road vehicles and bush planes. The place had been neglected for several years. When he first arrived, the cabin had become home to several small animals and the surrounding area, reclaimed by the undergrowth. Finding some tools and patching material became his first priority. The shed wasn't in any better condition, but surprisingly well stocked and contained everything he would ever need. The patchwork went quickly. Clearing out the animals was another thing entirely; he had done everything imaginable, trying to persuade the little critters to hop off into "forest bliss" using the open doors, but they obviously had other ideas. After what seemed like hours of scrambling around, Max was lying on the floor exhausted and looking at the "ring leader", its beady eyes staring back. "OK, you win", he says. "Just give me tonight and I'll leave in the morning." The pesky rodent turns its head slightly, it chatters into the air and his family following, decides to finally leave. Max jumps to his feet, quickly closes all windows and doors, and then, does a little jig. Up on one foot and then the other, hopping around and chanting, "I'm smarter than you are. How do you like that, Mr. Critter?" He stopped and laughed at himself for the childish display, but those little bastards were gone! He placed his bedroll on top the bed and opened a can of chicken soup. He ate slowly, and then crawled into the sleeping bag knowing, there's a ton of work to be done, starting tomorrow. The work had been back breaking, but rewarding. Cleaning the cabin wasn't easy, but clearing the brush away was hard work. He was fit and trim from the grueling labor; a deep tan remained on his sleek body from the outside work. Building the equipment room and installing the new power generator was the last major project. It was getting down to finishing the cabin wiring, outside deck work and the steep stairs leading to the floating dock at the bottom of the bluff. Taking another sip of coffee and pulling the blanket up around his ears as the morning chill seeps under its edge; he sees the doe first; then her young fawn emerging from the woods, both warily approaching the water. Max doesn't move. The mother doe tests the air, nostrils flaring, sniffing cautiously, her snorts of air creating small clouds of moisture that rolled away before dissipating quickly; ears twitching, listening for any unfamiliar sounds; then when satisfied; moving a few steps further, the fawn close behind. This scene repeated itself several times, until finally reaching the bank; they lower their heads to drink. Their reflections played upon the still water; small ripples, dancing outward, growing ever fainter with distance. As the deer quietly lap the surface, Max wonders if they know he's here or even care. He's made enough noise lately, especially now, with the power tools, they surely know he's been around. The generator softly purred within the new equipment room. He's been here, what... four months now, busting ass and looking forward to relaxing. The rough timber interior was now free of bird and animal nests; scrubbed with a power washer and air-dried. He bought a new pillow-top mattress and bed linen, for the old bed; thought he would kill himself before finally dragging it inside, it now felt and slept like heaven. There was plenty of firewood split and stacked alongside the cabin and food supplies, enough for 10 people; and was threatening to run him out of the place. He slowly came out of this train of thought wondering, what the hell is that noise, his satellite phone? He spills his coffee as he stands; the deer, alerted by the ringing, were gone at his movement, white tails flashing briefly, before disappearing back into the woods. Cursing, while entering the cabin, he searches for the phone. It rings again and he realizes; it's still in the backpack he wore the first day here. He reaches under the bed, drags the pack out and finds the phone. Amazed the batteries still have a charge; he hits the receive button and says the customary, "Hello." "Hello, Max? It's Paige. Can you hear me?" He hadn't heard his sisters voice in years, "Hi, Paige! Yes, I hear you fine. How are you? Everything OK?" "Yes, things are fine with me, but how about you?" "Max, I tried your office and they said, you sold your part of the business after the divorce and then fell off the face of the earth." "I even called Susan. Asked if she knew where you were." Paige didn't tell him about "boyfriend number, whatever", yelling in the background and wanting to know "who it was" on the phone. "Finally, I remembered you have this satellite number. Where are you?" she asks. "Yeah, sold out to Greg, remember him?" Not waiting for an answer, "I didn't want to work those long hard hours anymore. The traveling, always gone, you know. Although, my dear, you couldn't tell it by the way I've been slaving on this old cabin. God! What a mess it was!" "Besides, I needed to get away, get my mind clear and sort out the pieces. Maybe even come to understand why. Anyway, I've got the old place looking pretty good! You should see it." Paige felt so sorry for her older brother. Two failed marriages for her alone and now his, after 26 years. Maybe he had been right; both of her marriages were thankfully short; neither one of her husbands ever measured up to Max's standards of deserving her. He had always been protective of her, particularly after both parents passed away; she loved him dearly for that. Having divorced her last husband several years ago, Paige had done well for herself. Starting as a receptionist in a small clothing designers office, she learned the business and now does freelance design work for the movie industry. Her good looks opened many doors, but her drive, talent and personality closed the deals. "So, you're at the cabin? My God! I haven't been there since the time you tried to teach me how to swim. Remember, the water was so cold and I kept shaking so very hard, even after we got out; you held me, rubbing my arms and legs until I warmed up. I finally calmed down and listened to you explain the motions of swimming, watching you swim in the air. I laughed hysterically, as you grabbed your nose and pretended you're drowning. We had such fun back then, I miss that." "Who, me? Why, I'd certainly never do something as foolish as that!" They both laughed at his awful attempt to imitate Curly, from the Three Stooges. She could sense the chaos of his thoughts and felt the need to be there for him, to be someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on and for him to unload some of the heartache and misery. As though hearing her thoughts, he says, "You should come up, Paige. Before the snow falls, the air is cool and crisp; the resident chef can grill you a fresh caught trout! We can catch up on the long overdue card games and gossip to our hearts content. Besides, I need someone to tend to the firewood and new generator, in the middle of these cold nights!" he teases. "You've got a generator up there now?" then adds, "Hey, just a minute! You would kick me out of bed, just to tend to the things you should have done earlier?" "That and maybe to bring me a drink of water" Max says in his best childish voice. She laughs. "Well, I guess I do owe you on the late-night drinks of water. You brought me a drink many times, while we were growing up." Pausing briefly, she says, "Max, I think I'll take you up on this. I've got some free time and the drive will do me good. "Sounds great, I'll meet you in town at Lily's restaurant. We'll leave the car there; you'll never get up here in it. In addition, remember this is the wilderness, pack some warm, rugged clothes; it's cold at night. When will you be here?" he asked. "Friday, around noon. This sounds like fun, see you then." and she hung up. Max wondered if this was a good idea, he'd gotten accustomed to being alone. Max left the cabin early on Friday, making sure to not be late meeting Paige. He parked the jeep in front of Lily's and waited inside for almost an hour, sipping coffee. Paige arrived promptly at noon, parking her sports car next to the jeep. Stepping out of the car, she pushes her sunglasses up over her head; the earpieces pull her long blonde hair away from her face. She's even more stunning than Max remembered. Her beauty could have started wars in ancient times; kings and princes alike would desire her. Lavished with the finest oils and perfumes their coffers could afford; pampered and granted the slightest whim; ruling kingdoms from behind the throne. Her deep, aqua green eyes had a luminescence about them, almost glowing, drawing you in, mystifying, loosing yourself in them was almost impossible not to do. A face of subtle angles and sweeping curves, nose and lips slender, delicate and inviting. Small of stature, with hair to her waist, her body was shapely and appealing. Her large breasts; firm and high, always a distraction. She sees him through the glass storefront, smiles and enters the restaurant. Max guessed she thought, dressed in tight jeans; a white, long sleeve frilly blouse with denim vest, and sneakers was roughing it. He smiled as she hurried to his open arms. They embrace one another, releasing after a minute, she says, "It's good to see you, Maximum. How long has it been? Ten.... fifteen years?" Maximum was not his name; it really was Maximus! He was dubbed Maximum by his schoolmates, he hated both names; Max was what he preferred. Except when she said it, it was different. "Fourteen, to be exact" he says, then adding, "You know, when mom died. Here, sit down. We'll have lunch and then go up to the cabin." Sitting across the booth table from her, he looks at her and asks, "How was your trip and how long can you stay?" "The trip was enjoyable. I'd forgotten how beautiful it was up here. How long I can stay depends on how soon I get tired of you kicking me out of bed in the middle of the night!" smiling coyly. "Great! Here I sit with townsfolk listening to a beautiful woman talk about me kicking her out of bed, and they're wondering, "Oh My! Is the poor man gay?" Then looking at the woman sitting across the isle, eating pie; paused mid-bite, her mouth and eyes wide; he says to her, "No honey, I'm not gay, just frustrated." Paige laughs out loud and spats his arm lightly. Max looks at her and can tell by the laugh and the smile, she's glad she's here. Company might be good to have around for a while. While scanning the menu, Paige asks, "What's good here." "Most everything" he replies, "but nothing as good as what I can fix at the cabin." "Like what?" she groans, looking at him. "Steak and eggs, fried potatoes with biscuits covered in country gravy, gobs of butter and your favorite jelly, plumb!" He said smugly, folding his arms as though the champion of "high cholesterol and starchy foods" had just entered the building, "You're pretty sure of your self, aren't you?" She's grinning. "Well ma'am. Daddy always did say; if you've got it, flaunt it!" grabbing her hand, he says, "Come on, let's go." Together, they transfer all her belongings to the jeep. He says while looking up at the sky as though speaking to God, "A sketchpad and easel, the girl never could learn to leave her work at work." She stuck her tongue out at him, patted her ass and says, "Kiss this!" he laughed and told her, "Threaten me with a good time, will you?" She pauses, placing both fists on her hips, lower lip pushed out, eyebrows furled, looking directly at him, a classic "pouting pose." Max flutters his eyelashes and blows her a kiss. "You are undoubtedly, the prettiest pervert I've ever seen!" she says smiling and then, back to the pout, "If I ever do threaten you, you'll definitely know it!" "Hallelujah! This is getting better by the minute; I can see the headlines now." "Strange and mysterious woman makes public threats of having "good times" with an unknown man." and then pressing a little further, "Witnesses say, he left with a grin on his face!" He then showed her his "pearly white teeth" in a "big shit-eating grin." Rolling her eyes, hands clutched, fingers interlaced; every move, very dramatic. "Oh God! Help me, please!" she wails. "He's so handsome, I must resist! I must!" now holding the back of her hand to her forehead and faking a swoon. Through his laughter, he says, "Get in your car, Daisy Duke. I've got grub to fix and you have firewood to bring in!" again, the pout returned to her face while getting into her car. He had previously explained to Ms. Nichols, she having taken her maiden name back; He has a storage building in town and they could park her car inside, out of the weather. After a short drive there, he parks her car inside and secures building, she joins him in the jeep and they head for the cabin. They pass the restaurant on the way out of town and "pie lady" was just getting into her car. She stares as they drive by, Paige smiles broadly and waves at her; the old lady visibly gives them a "snobbish look" and turns away. They both laughed until reaching the edge of town. They talked nonstop, no; more like finishing each other's sentences, falling into laughter repeatedly. Max had always felt there was something different about Paige; she could always get to him, make him talk; no other woman had that ability. A jeep with a snap-on canvas top has never been known to be the warmest vehicle and by the way Paige's nipples were pointing, she wouldn't argue the issue. He slides the jeeps heater controls towards hot and switched the blower to medium. "There, that ought to be better", he says. Paige answers, "Oh, you don't have to do that, I'm just fine." He hesitates at first, but then continues, "Is it just me or do your nipples always point like they do now?" She looks down and sees her erect nipples, grabbing her vest; she flaps it to fan herself. "Now you're making me hot", she grins. "Where did little miss virtue go?" he asked. "Oh, that was a public performance. You've not seen all my private ones", she replies. "Private ones, meaning, more than one? Oh, My God! Multiple personalities? Hey! Just how many are in there?" and laughing loudly, "Holy Shit! I'm going to have fun with this!" he pauses and then, eyes half closed, he speaks dreamily as though she wasn't there; "Just finding the right buttons, is all it takes young man." he goes on, his voice rising with each word, "Then she'll be your slave forever!" Paige is watching his antics; he seems to be in good spirits and certainly in rare form. He looks healthy; in fact, he looks very fit for a 47-year-old man. Dark wavy hair and a little longer than she's seen on him before, although she thinks it looks good. Square set jaw, leading to a slightly cleft chin. He had muscular shoulders and powerful arms from years of hard work. His massive chest made his small waist, look even smaller. It took 20 minutes to travel the last 4 miles. Paige's tits nearly bounced out of her blouse on the rough road. They park in the new spot he had cleared closer to the cabin. Two trips apiece and her stuff was stacked on the bed. Max turns to her and says, "I'll start a fire and you unpack." She places the drawing pad in the corner, along with the easel and starts unpacking her bags. Looking for somewhere to put her things, Max breaks out laughing. "What?" she asks. "We're at the cabin, sweetie; there aren't any dressers to put your things in. I live out of my bags, let's agree to you doing the same." "Then it looks like I'm done!" as she flops onto the bed. "You can at least put them on the shelf, princess. That's my new mattress, what do you think? Rising to put her bags away, she says, "I'll sleep really well on it, I can tell already". Stretching on tiptoe to push the bag onto the shelf, she was laughing too hard to get the job done. He rushes over to grab the falling bag and admonish her, "Oh no you don't! That's my bed and my new mattress!" shoving the bag onto the shelf, "You can take the cot!" "The cot! Are you serious? You won't share the bed, even a little teeny tiny bit of it? You'll never know I'm there. Besides, it's close to the fireplace, I'll take that side", pointing to the side nearest the fire. Suddenly, a new thought crossed her mind, "Oh, I'm sorry. You might sleep on that side already; it's ok, I can sleep on the other side if you want me to. Please, Maximum." Sighing heavily, she reveals to him, "The point being, I'm tired of sleeping alone. I'm very tired of sleeping alone. I never wanted to sleep alone. I never liked sleeping alone. I've slept alone most of my life, but that doesn't mean I liked it, and now you're here", then with tears in her eyes, admitting defeat, "I just don't like sleeping alone, ever, I hate it." By this time, Max was holding her close wondering, "Who the hell is this crazy woman?" She was facing him, arms held up to where her hands are near her face; she's leaning against him, her forehead against his chest. He's patting her on the back and stroking her hair, saying, "It's ok, you can have any side you like." She looks up, raises her hands to cup his face, her breast now firmly pressing against him. Pulling his face to meet hers, she brushes his lips with a brief, soft kiss. Laying her head on his chest again, she can hear his heart beating and whispers, "Thank you, Max. I thought I was here to console you and all you get is a sissy girl afraid of the dark!" He didn't pull away, he couldn't! Those piercing eyes, her smell; pure intoxication swept over him. It was getting carried away, close to out of control, yet, deliciously maddening. He almost fell, as she pulled away from him, his body silently crying, screaming for her. His thoughts are in turmoil, why is she doing this to me. Come on; get control of yourself, Max. Surely, she knows and can see how excited I get with her so close! What am I thinking! This is my sister, not some girl here for the weekend. In our The dishes had been washed, dried and put away. You could never leave anything out; that quickly broken habit attracts all kinds of trouble on its own. Paige gets ready for bed while Max waits patiently in the porch swing. He lights his first cigarette of the day, inhaling slowly, and then, blows a long stream of smoke across the porch just as Paige stepped outside. Clinging tightly to her house robe, she approaches the swing and sits down. Reaching for the cigarette, she starts at his wrist; rubbing her fingers down his hand, she takes it, draws deeply and blows several smoke rings. Smiling, he is thoroughly impressed! As she takes another drag, he asks, "Who taught you to do that?" "Oh, he was, just some guy I met." She held the cigarette to his lips, offering him a drag. He placed his hand around her wrist and holding it still, he took a long one. Leaning back and exhaling, he placed his arm around her; she immediately curls her legs up under her, knees lying across his lap and her head nuzzled into his neck. They sat in silence watching a beautiful sunset sink slowly below the horizon. She wonders what he's thinking, what he's feeling. Destiny's Cabin The cigarette was gone and a chill was stirring in the air; the temperature was going to plummet tonight. With such thoughts, she noticeably trembles and without thinking, he pulls her tighter under his arm. She scoots closer, practically in his lap; he wraps the morning blanket around her and remains silent. Finally, he says to her, "Which side of the bed do you sleep on?" She giggles and pinches his ribs under the blanket; he says nothing more until it was dark and very cold. Looking down, he sees nothing but blonde hair; she's been submerged under the blanket like this for about an hour. "You awake?" he asks. She nods her head and he hears a muffled, "yes." He smiles and asks, "Do you want to go inside?" this time, a nod only. "I'm going to have to carry you, aren't I? You forgot your shoes." again, just a nod. Max sweeps her into his arms and stands, all in one easy and effortless motion. "Please, be gentle with me", she pleads softly, batting her eyelashes as he did to her earlier. Entering the cabin, he slowly sets her on her feet and looking into her amazing angelic eyes, he says, "Who are you and what have you done with my sister?" He had asked her, so seriously, it surprised her. "Well, maybe I've been here all the time, scared to show myself. Waiting for you to see me", she cautiously ventures, peering up into his eyes. She had seen him get lost in hers eyes before, now it was her turn to be lost in his. It startled her back to reality when she heard him speak. "You are a Vixen!" he smiles and then, bellowing loudly, "A witch from the far north! Come to strike fear into the hearts of brave men, slaying all before her and swallowing their very soles!" She smiles, thinking, he's in one of those moods again, better get comfortable, kick back and relax. Laying her robe over the edge of the bed, she lies on her stomach and propped up on her elbows. Her knees were bent and feet crossed in the air, wearing only a sports bra and skimpy gym shorts, the kind that aren't sewn up the sides, but the material overlapping slightly. Max is still in "oratory mode" and strolls over to the bed, pausing briefly to scan her with his eyes and speaking with approval, "Nice!" He turns back to the kitchen and returns immediately to "the unsavory virtues and wicked ways of the northern temptress." Paige looked up at him and says, "And you call me a Vixen!" He chuckles and continues while she chimes in occasionally, adding to his story. He graciously bows and adds her ideas each time. By now, she's at the foot of the bed, kneeling and resting on her feet. He finished the story in a thunderous finale and all was well with the world. She breaks the silence and says, "You know, Max. You ought to write a novel and with your imagination, I'd bet it would be on the bestseller list!" "Bestseller list! Now who's got the imagination?" he adds, "Best you lie down, the delirium will pass by morning." Paige laughs and scrambles under the blankets. Max stepped outside and checks the generator, picking up some more firewood, he heads back inside adding a couple logs to the large fireplace and placing the rest on the stack beside it. He carefully adjusts the damper and closes the wire mesh spark screen, "No need to burn the place down" he thinks to himself and walked around the bed. He undresses down to his short sleeve, short-leg thermal underwear. Paige turns down the blankets on his side, pats the sheets and smiles. He slips into bed, and with his arms on top of the covers; he lays them straight along his sides, facing the ceiling. Within moments, his breathing became a slow steady rhythm. She could tell he was asleep. Paige rolls on her side, facing the fire with her back to him. She watches as the flames dance higher and quietly listens to the newly added wood hissing and popping. As the last remnants of moisture are driven from the wood, a whoosh of flames surrounded it. She could feel the momentary increase of heat on her face, closing her eyes and smiling; she drifts off to sleep. When Max woke up; Paige was securely snuggled up under his arm, once again. Her head was on his chest, her head tilted down slightly and her forehead resting against his jaw; the soft scent of perfume, easily reaching his nostrils. He could feel her rib cage lifting and falling beneath his arm, his hand touching the soft flesh at her waist; the warmth of her breath penetrated the fabric on his chest. Her arm was draped across his stomach, one leg slightly bent and resting on his. He squeezed her tighter momentarily and she wiggled even closer, emitting a moan that was close to purring, causing him to smile. He laid there for a while, holding her close and thinking of everything and nothing. Realizing her breathing had changed and she was now awake, he walks two fingers up her side as she wiggles with laughter. "So, were you were awake this whole time?" he asks. "Maybe", she squeaks, while squirming against him. "You are such an evil siren. But you know that, don't you", he says with a playful smile. Throwing the covers back far enough to expose her shapely body, he slaps her on the ass and gets out of bed. "Where are you going?" she asks. "Morning rituals; stoke the fire, take a leak and put on coffee." Max answered. He then opened the fireplace screens, opened the damper and added a few more pieces, carefully re-closing the screen. He looks at Paige and says, "Now, for ritual two." He walks to the front door, opens it and walks out, closing it quietly behind him. A few minutes pass and he reenters the room. He grabs an old metal teapot, filling it from the sink. Paige couldn't resist and says, "Thank God, we must be on number three. I thought you were going to fill it outside!" Max roared with laughter and Paige quickly followed suit, he put the teapot on the antique stove and lit the burner. She jumps out of bed, scurries up against him as he puts his arms around her, she asks, "Do I have two pee off the porch, also?" They laughed again. Max pushes her away, holding her at arm's length; he looked her up and down, breathed a big sigh of regret and says, "Well, if you really must go; there's the outhouse around back, or...." glancing at a large, covered pot sitting near the front door. Paige frowns while looking at the pot and then says, "In that?" "Yep, especially in the snow during cold weather and it beats having to go out back at night!" he replies. Paige stares at the pot for a moment, then glances at Max. She walks to the front door, opens it and the frigid morning air attacks her body; she quickly closes the door. She turned slowly to face Max; she's the perfect picture of a scantily clad woman with a serious chill going on. Her hair was slightly tangled at the sides of her face, from the cold blast of wind and her eyes were closed tightly. Her arms stiffly held down by her sides and fists clinched. Her size "C" breasts were bulging inside the sports bra and her stiff nipples straining at the fabric. Goosebumps had appeared all over her body, delicate body hair visible in the firelight. If she was breathing, he was unable to tell, her flat stomach not moving. She opens one eye and tells him to turn around. With his compliance, he hears the lid rattle against the pot and then, he hears her peeing. His shoulders are shaking in silent laughter as she laments over how undignified this situation has become. All the while, he can hear in her voice, she thinks it's funny too. During the next two days, they became more relaxed, accustomed to the other's presence. He took her on a canoe ride Saturday, including a stop along the shoreline for a blanket picnic lunch. She listened attentively while he explained; the lake was originally called some unpronounceable Indian word and loosely translated into: "The Lady of Destiny" or "Destiny Lady". In the end, "Lake Destiny" was born. She looks at him, quickly frowns, and says, "Where did you learn all this and we all know, you can't read!" He smiles and answers, "Hell no! I took a bush plane tour and the pilot told me that!" She laughs and says, "You are so full of shit!" He feigns surprise, "Well, go figure! He told me that too!" Paige crumples to the blanket in laughter. That afternoon he helped her find a short board, some paint and a small brush. He asks what she's making and she replies, "A sign for the cabin." He looks at her questioningly and she says, "You'll see." Before long, she approaches him, with board in hand and asks him to hang it on the porch support beam. He takes the board, flips it around to read it and sees, "Destiny's Cabin." He laughs and says, "You know that was a bullshit story and this will help perpetuate it." She grins and says, "Yeah, I know. Isn't it cool!" On Sunday it rained early, the cold dampness surrounded the small cabin as the newly mounted sign hung on the outside; a light trail of smoke drifted steadily away from the stone chimney as fire raged in its belly. They spent most of the day in their underwear, cuddled up in bed, playing cards and somewhere along the way, switching to checkers, because Max was tired of getting his ass handed to him playing rummy. Talking, always talking. Finishing the other's sentence was commonplace and there was genuine laughter. The old cabin seemed to magically come to life, offering warmth and protection from the cold for those desperately needing sanctuary. All the same, the best part was waking up each morning in each other's arms. Paige had finished the breakfast dishes and was washing the table, looking out the window, she sees Max. His back is to her and he's burning some brush; dressed in flannel shirt, jeans, work boots and sock-cap, she's thinking, "He could pass for Paul Bunyan." Never removing her gaze, she sits on the small bench, watching intently. She had no idea how anyone could not love this man. Susan must have her head up her ass! He never has a crossword, always thoughtful and an enormous capacity for giving! Little by little, coming to the realization that, she was in love with him. It really wasn't surprising, now that she thought about it. She had always loved him as a brother, but "in love" with him? She tried to recall when this happened, the change from "love" to "in love"; but it really didn't matter she decided. It's too late, way too late! The damage is done. He needed to know, or maybe closer to the truth, she needed to tell him. This need; demanded a way, a planned sequence of events that will allow it to express itself, but how? First things first, she needs time to figure this out. She finds his satellite phone and quickly dials the number to her answering service, instructing them to hold all her calls and hangs up. Immediately, her mind jumped into overdrive; imagined images flashed by in quick succession, possible conversations played out in her mind. "Slow down", she kept telling herself. She couldn't just throw herself at him; not wanting to satisfy lust, although she could not deny its part, she wanted to make love. Slowly, her snare was beginning to take shape. Wanting to be near him and test his mood, she ate lunch with him on the porch and asks, "What time do you think you'll be finished?" "Around supper time I imagine", he says. Paige leans towards him to take his empty plate and then wrinkling her nose says, "Phew! You stink! I hear that a little soap and water, remedies that situation", smiling now she adds, "I'll have hot water for your bath ready by four; suppers at five." The look on his face and quiet acceptance confirmed her plans were progressing nicely. She busied herself inside the cabin for the rest of the afternoon, carefully preparing the nights meal. At the appointed time, she hears boots on the front porch; he enters the cabin, hanging his sock-cap on the hook by the door. Paige is pouring boiling water into the tepid water, for the second time. Testing the temperature with her hand, she turns to Max, hooks her thumb over her shoulder indicating the tub and says, "It's ready, don't forget to wash behind your ears" and then, holding her hands as though looking through binoculars, she watches as he passes her. He sits on the stool close to the tub, unlaces his boots and pulls them off. Stuffing the hanging laces inside, he neatly sets them to the side. She is still looking through her hand binoculars while Max pretends he doesn't notice her. He stands and removes his jeans, the same short leg thermal underwear; he must have a million of them! Then unbuttoned his shirt and tosses it to the floor, the same with the thermal top. He hooks a thumb inside the waistband of his bottoms, looks at her with a coy smile and bats his eyes, all the while the curtain slowly slides closed. Paige is jumping up and down while clapping her hands, squeaking joyfully, "Oh! Thank you Jesus! He has private performances too!" Max openly laughs behind the curtain and then she adds, "You are such a tease, do you play with all the girls like this?" "I haven't begun to play, yet" he responds in his best villain's voice. She jumped on board and quickly mimicked the flower of the South, "Why, Dastardly Dan! I don't mind being tied up, but must we play on the tracks?" At her last statement, his wet soapy rag came flying over the curtain, followed by laughter as she tossed it back. She laid out his clean thermals on the bed and having a fresh idea, digging through her bags for her sexiest panties, a bright pink lacey thong; she strips, puts on the panties and then his thermal top, making sure enough buttons were unfastened. She knew the top didn't come down far enough, maybe mid-hip, he'd be able to see the small pink patch clearly; her nipples were erect with anticipation. Max slid the curtain back and around his waist was the damp towel; his appearance was sleek, strong and handsome. He walks to the bed, looks over towards her; clearly feasting on her beauty and says, "I've always loved pink!" He drops the towel as she watches, her first look at his manhood and steps into his bottoms, making necessary adjustments as he walks towards her. She's damn near mesmerized, her thighs were quivering; by the look on his face, she wondered, just who's plan was being played out at this moment, hers or his. He steps close to her unfastening one more button and then, folds the edges to the inside of the top, creating a deep, wide "V" and revealing a large amount of her firm breasts, but careful to barely cover her nipples. Sliding his hand down the folded edge as if to crease the fabric, the backs of his fingers cascade over her swollen bulb and she gasps softly, closing her eyes. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her against him very tight, she has trouble breathing. He releases her with one arm and pulled her even tighter with the other; a grip like steel, crushing, inescapable. With his free hand, he gently traces her facial features; each eye brow and down her nose, brushing around the edges of her parted lips, continuing over her chin to her slender neck. As she dangles from his arm, Max is storing away every detail about her, memorizing every smell, every touch, every curve and every moment. She could feel his breath on her face; his touch was maddening. If this doesn't break apart now, it will be all-wrong, ruined. "Stop", she says quietly. Max freezes. She throws herself against him, squeezing him tight, panic betraying her and says, "Oh God! It's not that! I was thoroughly enjoying what was taking place, maybe a little too much." "However, " she continues while backing away, "I want us to take it slow tonight, no rush or pressure and, I want to discuss us. In addition, what were doing or getting ready to do, how we may feel in the morning, do we want to continue or go our separate ways, pretending all this never happened? I know I don't want that!" "I also know that, I don't want a brief affair while in the throes of lust; degrading and cheapening what may be a wonderful thing. Here, sit down Max." they sit on the same bench, Max facing the table, Paige facing Max and straddling the bench, her bare left leg draped over his beneath the table, arms stretched around him and head resting on his shoulder, she continues, "Max, I'm in love with you. I can't help it and I can't change it, I don't know if I would want to; but I just don't want to bang someone in a bed! I can find that anywhere!" "I want, or need, to go slow, cherish each moment, comfortable, natural, right. Not lust but love, is that a dream? A fantasy?" Throwing caution to the wind, she lays her heart on the line. "Oh, Max! I must sound foolish, like a love struck schoolgirl, but I know somewhere in this world, there's a place for us. Is it here, in this cabin? I don't know and I also don't care, as long as I'm with you. All that matters to me is loving you." She's crying now, her tears running down the side of his arm. He twists around, and now straddling the bench also, he pulls her legs over his and towards him; they end up, face-to-face, body-to-body, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. Max looked at her with tear filled eyes, all barriers crumbling and softly says, "I can't remember not loving you. I've denied these feelings for years in a vain attempt to fool myself. Every time I look at you, I get lost in your eyes. I don't know how to handle this feeling I have; it controls my every thought." They part bodies enough to look at each other; he tenderly kisses the tears from her face. Upon reaching her lips, he kisses her gently, not a brother's kiss, but something more. They part and both smile. Holding her in place, Max stands, kisses her once again and then carefully lets her down to stand on the floor, arms still tightly wrapped around one another. "Do you have any idea what you do to me", she said trembling. "Oh yes, I have lots of ideas about what I can do to you!" he growls menacingly and continues, "But I'm starving, can we eat first?" He bites the air as if taking a bite of her. "Oh no, my lover. The desert comes after the meal" and she wiggles away. He quickly recaptures her, holding her close, he says, "I love how you talk dirty to me" and kisses her, once more. They release one another and he sits at the table watching her as she completes last minute chores. She was a vision of beauty and grace; he couldn't take his eyes off of her, openly staring and following her every move. Although her back was often turned, she could feel his eyes on her; glancing briefly at his face, she smiled and thought to herself; "That's the look I was going for!" Fresh baked trout on a bed of seasoned rice, tender carrots placed around the edges and steaming biscuits. As if joined at the hips, they sat on the same side of the table; her right leg slung over his left in an unexplainable need to touch. The conversation was open and honest; they discussed their feelings; feeding each other by hand playfully and dribbling rice. They talked about the "us", their future plans and ways to make it happen, while washing the dishes. Both are standing at the sink and facing each other. Paige is drying her hands while Max is taking the wide sceenic route inside her top, pretending to retrieve some spilt rice. She brazenly throws her chest out and pulls the top open, exposing both of her beautiful tits; grabbing his dark hair, she pulled his mouth to each breast, serving a dual-banquet of round and soft mounds of flesh. He greedily submerged between them as she let him devour her at will. His breath was hot and exciting as he crushed his mouth to her. His tongue would attack, sending shockwaves throughout her body, and then suddenly retreat; leaving her gasping for air, weak, trembling. Over and over he brought her to the edge, her mind reeling with unimaginable pleasure. Her wishful thinking and pitiful images that had passed by in her mind earlier today; could not compare to the wellspring of emotions flooding through her at this moment. Destiny's Cabin Face flushed and panting, Max slowly weans himself from her. Her breasts were red and swollen from his hands, each nipple stood like solitary pillars, hard and erect. His right hand was around her, gripping her ass tightly; slowly standing and sliding his left hand up her back, he tastes her body along the way and she moans. Reaching her waiting mouth, his left-hand grabs her by the hair and with the tip of his tongue barely touching her skin; he slowly traces the outline of her lips, mouths so close, they're exchanging breaths. Paige is trembling with excitement, her mouth wide, eyes closed, not daring to move and thirsting for more, she begs, "Please Max!" His tongue enters her mouth and he playfully teases her, flicking her tongue lightly, again attacking, retreating; teasing her, coaxing her tongue to come out and play. He was driving her insane, asking for her tongue with his. He caught the tip of her tongue with his lips and slowly sucked on her offering. Her mouth is open, rapid breaths escape between her moans. Max is moving up and down her tongue, fucking her with his mouth as her mind screams with delightful erotic pleasure. Separating to catch a few deep gasps of air, Max says to her, "You're so fucking hot!" "Now who's talking dirty", she said. Pulling herself up, she wraps her legs around his hips and then locking her fingers behind his neck, she leans back. Slowly, she rubs her lace-covered pussy on the bulge in his shorts, her eyes never leaving his. Gradually increasing her tempo until she was panting and the small pink thong was wet. "Anybody ready for dessert?" she purrs. With a wonderfully devilish smile, he says, "Oh yeah, I'd almost forgotten about that!" His eyes fall to her breasts. "Yeah! I could tell by your lack of interest!" she giggles, shaking them while he glares. Max carries her to the bed, sits her on the edge and kneels between her legs; removing her top, he gently pushes her down to where she's lying on the bed. Only then did he answer her question, "About desert; I've already been holding a delicious ice cream Sunday and been nibbling on both of the tasty cherries; but now, it's time to lick the cream!" He slowly pulls her lace panties down and off, dropping the no longer needed obstruction to the floor beside him; the simple action shook her very core. The sensual feeling of exposure exploded throughout her body and her mind become a madhouse of jumbled erotic thought. She had imagined being with him this way, giving herself to him and making love; but this was somehow new and unfamiliar territory, exciting, erotic; already beyond anything she could have possibly imagined. Anticipation swelled within her, trembling with his every touch. He rises from his knees, removes his thermal bottoms to stand between her legs, not moving, just looking at her with his manhood clearly evident. The new and erotic feeling of exposure surfaced in her again. Her thighs twitched involuntarily, causing her to clamp her knees against him, in a feeble attempt to close them. His muscular legs forbade any possibility of her succeeding as his eyes bored into her, smiling wickedly. Max is wild with desire, his chest heaves, as his lungs demand air. The world has faded away into non-existence; yet, he was focused, acutely aware of their forbidden, incestuous transgressions, but he no longer cared. He continues to stare as she rushes towards climax; she cried out while one long orgasmic spasm wracked her body. She desires to be nowhere else, aroused by and needing him to watch. Paige gasps for air, mouth open, as she lies trembling on the bed. Max kneels between her legs once more; he cups his hands behind her knees, spreading them farther apart while gently rolling them back. Paige held her breath, waiting, wanting and needing him desperately. Max lowers his head and teases her with his tongue; sighs of pleasure coupled with moans of rapture escaped her lips. His tongue always circling, exploring, thrusting, retreating; driving her mad by keeping her constantly on the border of climaxing and always wanting more. Paige runs her fingers through his hair and stopping behind his head; she pulled him to her. The signal was clear; Max releases her legs and slides his hands beneath her, wrapping his fingers over her shoulders. He gradually increases pressure; his tongue, probing, searching; retreating only as passion builds to critical levels. Max enjoyed his ability to awaken erotic emotions within her, memorizing each moment and every look; desperately determined to remain under control. Offering his love and giving her what she wants, what she needs, winning her over completely as she comes over and over. Max releases her and stands to bend over her, placing one hand on the bed and the other under her back. Lifting her towards him, he drags her to the middle of the bed. His arms now supporting his own body weight, he places his legs between her thighs and then kisses her deeply, she responds immediately by pressing upwards to accept his tongue and tastes her own secretions. Her own aroma flooded through her, his face was wet with her; she pressed her mouth to his even harder as he erotically lubricates himself between the lips of her swollen and wet pussy. Paige has her hands on his ass, able to feel his firm muscles flex as he pumps his hips. He tries to break the kiss, but she would not allow it; sucking his tongue harder, she rocks her hips, intensifying the sensation between them to boiling point. He had to break away! He was losing control; she was driving him mad! He had to have her now! With a gentle hand to her chin, she releases him. Paige's head flops back to the mattress, weak, panting and quivering uncontrollably. Max stares down at her, faces only inches apart. His eyes move slightly as he examines her face, taking his time and regaining control. Then fixing his eyes on hers, he starts to lower himself to her. "Oh God!" she thought, "This is it!" She moved her hands up his back and placed her knees alongside his waist, their eyes still locked. He whispers, "I love you, Paige." as he slowly entered her. Paige is moved beyond arousal and spasms beneath him; unable to envisage more than one word at a time, unable to speak, far passed the capacity to think! The desire within her fanned the flames of emotion, hot, blazing, an all-consuming fire, devouring her completely. With the touch of their flesh, a "perfect union" was formed, all barriers battered to the ground and forbidden love consummated. A new woman rose from the ashes, reborn. End