32 comments/ 82339 views/ 17 favorites Bears By: magmaman The only reason I tolerate Sally at all is because she is the little sister of my wife, Sara. Barely two years younger, Sally acted like she was behind and trying to catch up with her sister Sara. Her way of keeping up was to push everything Sara had back a little bit, and she somehow managed to do it in a manner that was sweet as pie so we couldn't just kick her out into a snowbank, so to speak. If I had a dime for every time she made some snide comment about me to Sara I wouldn't be rich but I sure would have a few hundred bucks extra. "My job wasn't good enough, so why did Sara put up with it?" or, "Why can't he get a regular job like real people, you never have any idea of what he makes." I overheard that one several times. Other snotty comments like, "Why did you let him buy that silly 4 wheel drive Jeep, why not a car like real people?" Or, "I can't believe you still live in this ratty little apartment, why don't you make him buy you a house?" You get the drift. My name is Dan, I like my job building cabinets for people. Sure, I could maybe have gone on to be a Doctor, a Lawyer, maybe even some kind of politician, who knows? Perhaps end up sitting in a little cubicle somewhere answering a phone or typing reports? I happen to like making cabinets. I get to look at space and design what I think would be attractive and functional, get input from folks and end up with a final design. Then I cut and fit, finish every single piece with my hands. I always want things as perfect as I can make them, the delight on the face of a client when they are tickled makes my day without fail. I even make a few bucks, enough for about anything Sara and I ever need. Things could be worse what with the economy and all, yet I keep right on getting calls with orders. So much so that I hired two guys to give me a hand and have been thinking of a 3rd one. One store chain tried to hire us to mass produce, but I had to refuse that. No way will a mass produced product ever fit someone's home properly. Funny thing is, I suggested to the store owner that I would give him a sweet commission on each sale he made for us, then I built and put samples in his stores. Darned if he didn't sell three jobs the first month, and five more the second month. That made me into one busy boy for awhile there until I got some helpers. That was four years back, and things never have really slowed down that much. So the "ratty apartment" Sally always had some comment about is a 2nd floor condo that costs us $2400 per month, it's kind of nice. My damn Jeep is brand spanking new and big enough to drag around my utility trailer, one that is all steel with a hydraulic tilt bed on it. We have credit cards but pay them off every month, and we both max out our IRA's. We are doing just fine, dammit. Yep, Sara's sister Sally is a bit like a ready to pop pimple on my ass, to be frank. To make matters worse, Sally came to visit way too often, usually overnight or all weekend and thought nothing of running around the condo in her bra and panties. Or shorts and a top that were not designed to hide anything at all. I swear, when she was around her one goal was to get my goat. "Sally! Put some clothes on!" Sara would roar, as I would be trying my level best to look around her sister at the TV set. Not an easy thing for me to do actually, I am a male and I like women but I also like my wife. Plus I have this deep suspicion that Sara would have no sense of humor at all if I dared to even notice her sister. Which even though I didn't like her much, damn was she something to look at! Nice firm looking up top, flat tummy, and one of those behinds that no guy on the planet can ignore, not really. I kind of think she is completely aware of that. "Oh don't be silly, I am your sister and it's just Dan. I doubt he is interested in women much anyway." She would retort. Grrrrr. But I would just sit there and smile, taking it. Yep. Keep the peace, it's not good to reach out and strangle your wife's sister right in front of her. That could upset the relationship, besides, we didn't have a yard so no place to bury the body. Sally had a butt on her that is best described as booty, slim waist and a nice set of jugs that I saw one morning in all of their glory when I came out of the shower and there she stood in a towel. She pretended to be startled and lost control of the towel, baring the works to me for just a moment. Rather damn long moment in fact. Right down to her hairless snatch, which couldn't be missed because it was all puffy looking. "Oops!" She said with a giggle, while appearing to have one hell of a time getting control of the bath towel. I ignored that, then retreated to our bedroom for safety. Good thing Sara was asleep, I had just a bath towel wrapped around me also and my reaction was likely to have gotten noticed since that part of me tends to stick out quite a bit when I get fussed up. No light switch on that, the only thing I could do was find somewhere to hide for awhile. Don't get me wrong, I like females just fine, but this sister looked to be one with a poison Apple. Then there was my Sara. Sweet as pie, brown hair, pretty eyes that weren't quite brown and weren't green either but sometimes were both. Slim also, but all over slim, not like her sister at all. I did think a little bit that I would like it if Sara had a set of boobs like Sally did but lord did I love Sara, so that was just a fleeting thought. In our bedroom I would make cracks about Sally being found hanging onto a guardrail out on the freeway when she was a baby, no way did that come out of their extremely normal Mom and Dad. Sara would giggle, but then she found everything I said funny. We were a very happy couple and quite content with our lot in life. No point in making waves though so like I said, I tolerated Sally. Sara was used to Sally I guess, since they did grow up together. I never did quite get used to her, not even with her being around a lot. There was always that under current, some kind of basic competition between the two of them. Little sister trying to keep up with the big sister I guess. +++ Sara and I liked to take camping trips, part of why we bought the Jeep. The seat laid down and created a passable bed, we had a mat rolled up and stored, along with some dried food, some water bottles, an axe, a knife, things like that. I remember once I took her camping when we were first dating, she had never been camping. Like I also said, her Mom and Dad pretty much held down the easy chairs at home, she cooked and cleaned and he came home from work with a paycheck and handed it to her. That was about it. Football? Basketball? That was it over there, any conversation about out in the woods, fishing, hiking, just seeing the world was met with a blank look. I had found a rather beaten up old 1963 Corvette, and I was fiddling around restoring it. Her Dad did let me use his garage for that since we didn't have one, just a carport out front. A couple of times I tried to chat with him about what I was doing and all I got was a grunt. So I instead usually sat and listened while he told me about someone that I had no idea who it was scored some amazing points somehow in a ball game. They did go bowling, and were always after us to tag along. I didn't mind that too much, but it was like nothing ever got accomplished. You throw the ball, maybe hit something. If you do get a strike, it doesn't matter because the ball comes right back and every one of those pins gets sat right back up. I even scored a 206 once, not quite sure how but we all had to go have a drink to celebrate. That was the main topic of conversation for about two weeks. Often Sally showed up for those games, and she and Sara went at it like life itself depended on it, Sara being smaller should have a disadvantage but she won around 90% of the time. She nearly always beat me, too. +++ Anyway, on that very first wonderful camping trip I took Sally on, of course it rained. Now there is rain, and then there is RAIN! "How are we going to cook?" Sara asked me, well aware that we had Eggs and Bacon, some meat and raw spuds, a few cold canned goods. She sounded a little bit worried, we were way in hell up in the hills, there probably wasn't another living soul for 20 miles. We were standing there in rain ponchos, looking around the empty camp. "No problem." I grinned at her. I used my huge hunting knife which I could shave with and sometimes did, peeled green wood into little curls underneath one of my spare tarps. I piled rocks to make a stove, put a piece of tin I had just for that purpose on top to keep the water out. I stacked more rocks for underneath the fire to keep the water down and out of the flames. I used my folding shovel to dig some trenches to lead the rain water away from the fire. In very short order the flames were leaping nicely, I found some larger undergrowth that had fallen and soon had a nice bed of coals. Green wood burns just fine, dead limbs on trees underneath the green branches is nice and dry, dig in the pine needles and six inches down is more dry tinder. I always look for trees growing on steep hillsides, the thick beds of Pine needles act just like a tarp, so there is often dry wood underneath them. I built that fire and cooked on it in the worst downpour you ever saw. She ate what I cooked, I don't even remember what it was but she loved it. "I can't believe you can build a fire in weather like this and cook on it!" She said past a mouthful of crispy butter fried potatoes. Her expression suggested she was impressed as we sat there covered by a huge foul weather poncho big enough for two. I had ties to corners of a large log we used for a chair, found some uprights and created a snug little tent for us out of it. That was kind of romantic, the two of us out there in the dark, lit up by the fire, rain pounding down on the cover over us. It was a bit cool, too, so we sort of had to snuggle. I had carefully checked the weather report before we headed out. We began to make out a little bit right out there in the downpour, the rain beating down onto the weather proof material. That's a kick all by itself, try that sometime. Later, in the Van I had back then, we made love for the first time, at least all the way. I had found a big soft mattress, because I wanted her to be comfortable. Up until that point it was all hands, getting her out there into the woods and getting me some of her was part of my plan anyway. I kind of think she knew that, of course. She was screaming and telling me she loved me long before I got done. By then I was thinking along the same lines. Sex on a mattress in the back of a big van? Surrounded by trees and bushes, Bears and Cougars? Well I told her we were anyway, it was raining so hard no self respecting animal would be out there. "I will protect you!" I told her around a mouthful of puckered nipple. She was giggling at that, we both knew by then we were going to do it. She wasn't shocked at the size of my cock, by then she had all 7" of it in her hands more than once and I had my finger up inside of her a half dozen times. I knew damn good and well it was going to be a struggle so I took my sweet time, doing my best to open things up first. Even at that, it took me a good 10 minutes to worry myself inside there as she grunted and puffed. Then it was like something relaxed, she let out a moan and I felt my pubic bone bump hers. Later, the full Moon came out between the overcast sky, and I got to lay there and look at her. Her small but very firm breasts swelled from her chest, curving downward to where the moonlight cast shadows over the tuft of her pubic hair. Her eyes shined as she looked at me, basking in my inspection. That was a magic evening, things could not have been more perfect. "God I love you, I want you to be mine!" I told her. "I was thinking I wanted you to be all mine, too!" She answered, pressing her face against my bare chest. The next day was sunny, I got her out into the creek in my hip waders, a fly rod in her hand for the first time in her life. A fat Rainbow almost instantly sucked down the Mayfly I had tied on. She squealed some more when I told her to drop the fish into her boots so it wouldn't get away, that was hilarious. By the time I got her out of the water so I could fish some myself she had seven of them in there. "Hey, you are only allowed 5 of them, two of those are mine!" I was hollering from the bank but once started she just kept casting. Finally she climbed out, giggling, with all of those little 10" long planted Rainbow Trout inside my boots. Lots of room, my boots were a half dozen sizes too big for her. I caught two of them and let them go. Sara peeled off her top and blue jeans and climbed into the creek to wash the fish off of her and I got distracted. She was sitting on a log wearing nothing but her panties and those weren't very big. No man can continue to fish when something like that happens. I knew before that trip was over that I wanted her, I wanted her to marry me so I hocked everything I owned at the time and bought a ring. She cried, I even did a little bit, trying to hide it. The wedding was wonderful, everything was wonderful. I already knew about Sally by then, but I figured I could handle that. Hell, nothing is ever perfect. +++ Then came the trip. That was what we called it after, "THE trip!" Sally showed up the day before we were heading out for a three day run, Monday was a holiday and we were both looking forward to finding a nice meadow, one of those babbling brooks, maybe even some fish in a creek to catch, and making long sweet love right out in the open with birds and noise in the forest around us. "Snuggle close, there are wild animals, Bears!" I often told her nearly every night. She would giggle, then pretend to be frightened. Lord did we have fun on those trips. Naturally Sally showed up just before we left. That was bad enough but Sara asked her politely to come along, figuring Sally would say no and leave. Sally didn't say no. Crap. Just crap. Anyway, off we went into the wilds of Eastern Oregon, trust me when I say there are some places over there that there is nothing, no one. I don't think there are even any Bears, I never saw one. Since it was Memorial day weekend, we got up at 4 in the morning and were well on our way before the Sun came up. "So where are we headed?" Sally asked from the rear seat. "Beats me, someplace." I told her. I actually did have a couple of places in mind. I had checked the weather report, it was supposed to be partly cloudy, maybe a bit cool but no problem at all with that. There was a storm front that looked rather nasty but it was headed for Washington, no problem there. "So why don't you make him take you to a resort someplace where it is nice and warm and comfortable?" Sally piped up just as we rolled out. "We like to be out in nature, it's wild. But we will also need to keep an eye out, there are Cougars and...Bears." I told her, kind of hoping maybe she would change her mind? "I don't know why you can't plan things out a little better, how do you even know if you will have fun if you don't know where you are going?" She asked. I didn't answer her, I was already mildly upset with her even being with us. Sara knew, she reached over and patted my leg. What the hell, I would just wait until Sally was snoring, then start molesting my wife. I gave her a sidelong glance, she beamed at me, tugging her top over and off of her right breast for just an instant. Sara loved to flash me in risky places, she never got caught but it had gotten damned close a few times. Like in an elevator once, she yanked her blouse back down just as the doors went "ding!" and opened to three guys standing there. They looked, then grinned, having a pretty good idea of what we had been doing from the looks of us. I loved her doing that, it was just sexy fun between us. Another time we were in one of those Indian Casinos, she kept turning my way and spreading her legs. Then a waitress came up behind her and asked her if she wanted something to drink just as she was doing that, catching her by surprise. That was hilarious. The waitress was an older lady, and she sure had a huge grin on her face. I was teasing her on the way home, one thing led to another and we ended up in a park making the Jeep's springs bounce. +++ It was two in the afternoon when I more or less herded the Jeep up a narrow trail off the South end of Century drive. That couldn't be called a road, it really was more of a trail. Several times I had to get out to drag a Pine branch out of the way. The dirt on the trail showed some motorcycle tracks but no vehicles, there almost never were any. The place I was headed for was little more than a wide spot, but there was a creek, and we hadn't seen a single soul. Sally grumbled the whole way, I just ignored her. Why in the hell did she even come along if she was going to gripe all the time was beyond me. We rolled out and made a camp, got a fire going after clearing a spot for safety. It was actually on the warm side out, but I knew that wouldn't last, nights often dropped well below freezing up there. Sally began to complain even more, first it was the bugs, so I sprayed her down, then the spray stank. Next the fire was smokey, then when I rolled out the pup tent she bitched about that. "I thought Sara and I could use the bed, why don't you take the tent?" She asked me. "No way in hell, I want to be with Sara." I let fly. I guess I sounded crabby but she was getting on my nerves. "Well, jeez, don't get your balls all in an uproar, it's going to be cold out here and there are animals." She looked around like she expected a Cougar to jump out at her any second. "If you want to sleep inside, it will need to be with the two of us!" I told her, figuring there was no way in hell she would want to be crammed in there with us. She looked at me, then at Sara. "OK." She said. Crap. Just crap! I had plans on getting laid, Sara had plans too, I could tell since she had been teasing me and rubbing my leg the entire trip. Now there was no way. +++ I don't care what anybody says, it is hard to get comfortable when you are jammed up against your wife in the back end of a Jeep and her sister is on the other side of her wearing just her panties and a tank top. I peeled off my pants down to my briefs right in front of her, thinking it might embarrass her, but it didn't. She just dropped her own jeans and then did that thing women do, which is take off the bra without taking off their top. Of course Sara didn't even have a bra on, she never does. I finally did go to sleep, but it was miserable. At one point I heard Sally trying to roll over, then later I felt what I think was a hand on my ass. When I moved the hand moved off of me, maybe it was Sara, I don't know for sure. But I did finally manage to sleep. It was around 4 in the morning when I woke up, and it was getting damned cold. I scooted up and turned on the key, started the engine to warm things up. The lights come on when the key is turned, I realized I could not see outside the frosty windscreen. Then it hit me! It was snowing. No way in hell was it supposed to snow but it sure as hell was. I rolled down the side window to take a look and got a face full of snow. Glancing out, it was a good half inch and coming down very fast. I went back to the bed, snuggled up to Sara. I had one of those feelings a person can get? Snow was not a good thing, not where we are. "Oh, it's so pretty!" Were the words that woke me up again. Sally was sitting up, looking out her side which was closer to the trees. Bears I realized we also had some wind up, the snow was light and fluffy, swirling every which way, not helping at all. I slid back the covers and reached for my clothes that were stacked on the front seat. All I had on were my briefs but by then I wasn't concerned. I did notice Sally was looking at me with a grin, sitting cross legged with her back to the door. She had on pink panties and a T-shirt. The damned panties were thin, I could make out her crease right through them. I pointedly looked away. "Get dressed. We may need to get out of here." I reached over to shake Sara, she yawned and woke up. "Need you dressed, Hon." I told her. She sat up and reached for her clothes. "Are you going to get out?" Sally asked me. By then I had my pants on and was pulling on my warmest shirt. "It's freezing out there." I told her. Then it hit me, she wanted to change. I turned my back, heard rustling. I was wondering when she suddenly got modest? Finally I got my coat and gear on, stepped out. It felt like it was in the low 20's, the wind was a solid 20 MPH and making a moaning sound in the trees, but the snow had eased up. There was just under a foot on the ground. This was not good at all, I remembered struggling to get down the steep dirt road into the deep canyon, then hitting the throttle hard to get up the half mile long hill up the other side to where we were. No way did I want to go back down that grade in this stuff, 4 wheel drive is fine for going but it doesn't stop or slow down much better than anything else. I climbed back into the Jeep, started the engine and turned on the radio. "...freak snowstorm, gusts to 30, lasting through tonight through Monday." Were the first words I heard. I glanced at the fuel gauge, it read just over a half tank. I shut the engine off. "Hey! It's cold in here!" Sally said. "It's going to get a lot colder, I think." I told her. She looked at me, then I think she realized because I saw a flash of fear cross her face. "I will make us some food, we all need to get to work and gather firewood." I told them. Sara and Sally took off, soon they were back with loads of sticks. I had them stuff it into the pup tent that I had moved over to a pile of branches to keep it up out of the snow. Otherwise it was going to get damned wet when the snow melted, I knew. One thing I did notice about Sally, she wasn't afraid to work. Bigger and stronger than Sara, she was bringing four loads to Sara's three. Plus she could swing an axe pretty good, although I had to show her how to lay one larger branch sideways so when the one she was hitting broke it didn't fly up and bonk her in the head. I cooked Eggs and Bacon, and some coffee so we all stopped to eat. Then it was back to gathering wood. There didn't seem to be any shortage, and it was still mostly dry under the heavy Pine trees. I pitched in and helped, soon we had enough for at least a day, maybe more. "What are we going to do, honey?" Sara asked me. I knew that she had faith in my skills in the woods, maybe even more faith than I had. "We ride it out, stick with the vehicle. We are OK, we have food, heat, and shelter. This is just a freak, it will blow over in a day or two and then we will drive out." Maybe. I thought that to myself. We were at least 25 miles from anything at all and had not seen a single soul since we turned off the main road. I cooked over a small fire, building one of my camp stoves out of rocks I dragged up from the side of the creek. Several times we all climbed into the Jeep and ran the engine to warm up, the fire helped but we had to keep turning to warm one side at a time. +++ Saturday night was very cold again, we had all of the blankets and clothing we had piled on top of us and still it was miserable. "Can you run the engine for a little while?" Sally asked at one point. It was very cold, by now it had dropped into the teens. Sara was doing better since she was between us, Sally and I being on the outside were trying to turn back and forth to keep warm. She had kept her clothes on this time, so did Sara and I. I relented and started the engine, looking carefully at the fuel gauge. It still read nearly half a tank which should be fine. Then next morning I woke up and built the fire up, it had managed to keep coals all night since I had carefully banked it down. The wind had died down too, that helped a lot. "When can we drive out, Dan?" I heard Sally's voice behind me. "I don't know." I answered truthfully. "Why don't we try? Do you know where this road goes?" She pointed the opposite direction from the way we came in. "It should come out somewhere down in the valley, I think it follows the ridge up here and then comes out down by Century drive." I had actually thought of that, once we got down to the paved road we could drive on in to Bend, no problem at all. I had one of those forest service maps, it showed the road, but I didn't like it changing to all little dashes for the rest of it. "Unimproved" the map legend said. "I can't believe you would drag us up here to someplace you don't even know where the road goes." She said. I didn't answer her. Sara got up and we ate, I checked the food supplies and we had just one more day. With nothing to do, we spent the day mostly inside the Jeep. By mid afternoon the Sun was shining, although it was still very cold. Looking off to the West, I could see a very large bank of dark clouds, that meant more was coming. The radio had confirmed that, also. I wasn't much in the mood to spend another miserable night like the last one. "Let's try it." I told Sara. "Are you sure?" She asked. "I am sure we can't stay here much longer." I told her. That is how we ended up back in the Jeep, headed on down the road. I knew it was about 25 miles back out the way we came, plus that very steep section of road, so it couldn't be more than 20 miles or even less out to the highway, at least according to the map. We made it just four miles, when we came to a bend the road narrowed and headed downwards on a tilt. I felt the back end of the Jeep slip, then suddenly it lurched up and over a rock buried under the snow and we were in the ditch. I tried reverse and forward, all four tires just spun. The Jeep was solid on the frame. I got out, we were certainly stuck but if I could jack the rig up and put rocks under the tires until it was up off the frame, she would come right out. I got out the jack, got the rig up some and began to move boulders. They were heavy, the work back breaking. The two women were trying to help but the big rocks were mostly too heavy for them. Sara was failing first, so I told her to get back in the Jeep. Then Sally and I went back to work as it started to snow again. Sally was being quiet now, and she just did as I told her to. Then she said she had to warm up, so she climbed inside the rig. There was a point in there where for some reason it didn't feel cold any more, I was actually feeling too hot. It felt like I was even sweating. It was also getting dark. "Dan! Get in here." I heard someone call out, and I wondered who that was. I picked up another rock to move, hands pulled at me and then I was inside the Jeep. "Rub his legs." Sara said. I felt hands tugging at my clothes, then heard Sally say they were soaked. Hot flesh pressed against me, it was very hot. I was aware of that but not sure what was happening. Hands were busy rubbing my skin. "God, he feels like ice." Sally was pressing a thermos I had filled with hot Coffee to my lips, it was still warm. Then I went to sleep. +++ I had no idea how long I had been asleep, but when I woke up I felt almost buried in flesh. I remembered traces of a dream, Sara and I had been cozy and warm, touching and loving each other. She had her hands on me, it had felt wonderful. Sara sometimes used her mouth on me, but normally just for a short period. This time she kept on, until finally my body released. It was one hell of a dream, all mixed up with the warm tangle of bodies. That all quickly faded as once again I slept. I felt someone's side pressed against me, then it struck me it was Sally. She was naked, pressed as tightly as she could get, her left leg over top of my legs. I felt around and found Sara, she was on the other side and also crammed tight against me. She was also obviously nude. All of our clothing was piled on top of the blankets. Alert now, I realized what must have happened. In my rush to get the Jeep unstuck, I had somehow gone into hypothermia, even though I was working furiously. Breaking a sweat, that was the key. Damp clothing, then when the body reaches a certain point the sweating stops. Stupid of me and I knew better, the first feelings of warmth were the serious danger signs. I managed to get myself untangled, not exactly easy to do with two naked women jammed up against me. I sat up, that was when I realized I was also naked. I also could hear the steady throb of the big V-8 engine. "It looks like you might live after all." I heard Sally's voice, she lifted up on one elbow. This brought both of her breasts into view, I quickly looked away. "No need to get all shy now, there isn't a square inch of you we didn't have our hands on last night." She giggled, kicking the covers off. She reached for some clothes while I did the same. Sara woke up also, she gathered her clothes which were piled on top of us along with everything else. She was oddly quiet. I leaned forward and started the engine, it was again cool inside the vehicle. Glancing at the fuel gauge it now read below a quarter of a tank. Outside, it was just getting to be daylight. I opened the door and surveyed the situation. It had stopped snowing so I cleared the snow off of the ground as much as I could with my folding shovel. It looked like the Jeep just might come out of there in 4 wheel drive, so I climbed back in. Lord did the heater feel good. I dropped the transmission into gear, leaving the bumper up on the jack. Like I hoped, there was a lurch and the sound of metal dragging, but the Jeep rolled forward, the tires bit in and she rolled back out onto the road. I set the brake, got out and gathered up the jack. Once again we were heading down the mountain. Two hours later, I looked up and saw the stop sign. It was barely three miles to a resort, we pulled in and got a cabin. The difference in the weather was amazing, the snowfall down by the resort had been much less and was already nearly melted. Sara was still being quiet, so was Sally. The room was comfortable, after just a few hours we went over to the little cafe and had a meal. Then we went back to the cabin. It had a nice bed on one side and the couch folded out, so I got that ready. Sally had made none of her usual smart cracks, that was actually noticeable. "Sorry to get us into that, this whole trip has turned out to be a bust." I said. "It's OK, we are all right. That storm was a surprise." Sally said brightly. I just nodded, I still felt like I should have known, plus heading down an unknown road had not been a good idea. The storm had blown out, we probably could have driven out the way we came in, the only bad part was where it was so steep. When evening came, we readied for bed, I undressed and slipped in while Sally was in the bathroom, then she came out. I turned my back while she undressed. Sara was already in bed, she lay there quietly. I did look over Sally's way later, I could see her barely in the moonlight streaming in the window, I could tell she was watching me. +++ The next day the Sun was shining, it was like the storm had never happened. We had dry pavement all the way home. Sally gave me a hug as we finished clearing out the Jeep, that by itself was odd. She did that while Sara was inside. "That was a different trip, we should do it again sometime." She told me with a big smile. Then she went over to her little white Toyota and left. Inside, I gave Sara a hand putting everything away. She was still being oddly quiet. "What's the matter?" I asked finally, a little bit irritated. "You don't know?" She asked. "No. I don't." "In the Jeep, you and Sally...." She looked at me. "Me and Sally what?" "After we rubbed you down and got you warmed up, we all went to sleep. I woke up and you and Sally were....She was underneath the covers and.." "What? I thought that was you..or a dream? Why didn't you stop that?" "It was too late, she already did it and you just let her!" "No I didn't! I had no idea, I was asleep." "I don't think I believe that, how could you let my sister do that?" "I didn't do anything with Sally! I have no interest in her at all, she is a pain in the ass!" Sara just stared at me. "You really don't know, do you?" She said finally. "No! I don't! I was out of it, I know I dreamed that you were..you mean Sally actually did that?" "Yes, she did, she put her mouth on you while I was asleep. I have just about had it with her." "To be honest, so have I. Please forgive me, I really didn't know what was happening." Sara nodded, gave me a short hug. Things stayed a little bit cool for several days but finally appeared to return to something normal. There was no sign of Sally for a couple of weeks, not even a phone call. Then I was sitting in my office doing some blueprints when the phone rang. "So, how is everything?" Sally's voice said from the other end of the line. "Fine. What do you want?" I asked her. "I just wanted to see how you guys are. Hey, is Sara still pissed off?" She asked. "Why would Sara be pissed off?" I asked, already knowing what she was getting at. "Oh come on. You know all about what happened." "I actually don't, I just thought it was Sara. I didn't even know until later. Why would you do something like that, take advantage?" I asked her. "God, when we were trying to get you warm I..felt you. Then later you were lying there and got all hard, I just couldn't help myself." She actually giggled at that. "Damn it, Sally. That isn't funny." "Oh, don't be like that. You liked it, I know you did." "Sally, what in the hell do you want?" "I was thinking..why don't you stop by sometime and we can have some fun? Sara doesn't need to ever know." Sally was still giggling. "There is no way in hell." I told her. "I guess I was right, you really are a worthless asshole, aren't you?" She said. I hung up on her. That was the very first thing I told Sara about when I walked in the door. She listened quietly, then her face went dark. "I will be back later." She told me, getting up. "Sara! Don't do anything silly." I told her, but the door closed behind her and I heard the Jeep start up. Oh, man. Sara walked back in the door about an hour later. Her face was all marked up, she was going to have an obvious black eye, her blouse was torn. She set down her purse, went into the bathroom without a word. I tried to go in there but she had the door locked. Finally she came out, looking much better. "Well. Sally and I will get along just fine from now on." She told me. "What happened? I was worried, Sally is so much bigger...?" "You don't need to know, but she won't be trying anything with you from now on. You are my man, so by God I kicked her ass!" Sara tilted her head up, and she gave me a crooked smile through a swollen lip. In late September, Sara and I were once again in the Jeep headed out. We made the run over to the same area, found a nice place to camp off the main trail, close by the water. We had seen Sally a couple of times, once at a small family gathering and once when out to dinner with some other relatives. Nobody said anything at all. Sally doesn't visit anymore, which to be honest is fine with me. Sara and I made camp, went down to the creek which was full of little six inch long mountain Trout. We must have caught at least 40 of the little things, releasing them all. That night we sat around the fire, then later as it got cool we climbed in the jeep. I barely got undressed when she climbed over and straddled my legs. Naked with the moonlight streaming in the windows. "I am going to suck your cock the way it's supposed to be sucked!" She announced, and then she did just that. That one I will always remember. Bear's Visit I knew he was coming... He had called to tell me to be ready. He had given me explicit instructions on how I was to be prepared for him, but I still didn't know what to do. I was stuck in between fear and desire. What he wanted scared me, but the thing was; I wanted it too. This is how it was every time. And as always, desire won. Bear is not handsome, that is much too tame a word for him. He is dark and dangerous. The sound of his voice alone would get me on my back, but the tone... oh the tone of his delicious voice would have me on my knees. Begging. Begging to be punished for the very things he liked about me. How sinful I am, how dirty and depraved. Oh how I loved it. Somehow, I managed to follow his instructions. Legs smooth, pussy smooth and dripping. I had smeared a few drops of vanilla flavored oil on my lips as a surprise for him, although I didn't know if this time I would be lucky or not. Whenever he came over, I only knew one thing for sure... HE would have his orgasm. Mine was based solely on his mood and my performance. He had told me to wear the outfit we had bought. A black leather pleated school girl skirt and a pink dream corset from Fredericks. I loved the skirt, it made me feel as if I was wearing nothing. I cinched the corset as tight as I could manage. My breasts spilled over the top, and the cheeks of my bottom peeked out from under the skirt whenever I bent over. It was a quarter till six, only 15 minutes until everything had to be perfect. I readied the bedroom by putting out all the things he might like to use so that he had easy access. I lit cinnamon candles around the house and put in one of his favorite CD's... Down With the Sickness, by Disturbed beat out of the speakers, but it was just a low roar to my ears. I put out a bottle of red wine and a bottle of Crown Royal out on the bar with the appropriate glasses. Then I settled in the middle of the living room to await his arrival. I was kneeling with my hands laced together behind my neck, my knees slightly apart. I heard the door open and I quickly settled the blindfold over my eyes. And as the darkness overtook me, I slipped into myself. My inner self where I could let myself free. I could hear the clink of ice hitting glass and then the splash of whiskey being poured over it. The whiskey was for me, he would not drink hard liquor when we played because he wanted to remain fully alert. I needed the whiskey. It took only a few sips to get me relaxed enough to let down my inhibitions. I always craved the abuse and humiliation that he brought, but deeply ingrained taboos made it hard for me. The glass hit my lips and I opened my mouth and drank. The fire hit my belly but kept going lower. He took the glass away, not wanting me drunk... just loose. Still he had not said anything. I couldn't read his mood and that made me anxious, for as much as I craved rough treatment it still scared me. Then, a touch on my lips startled me out of my reverie. I opened my mouth and he pushed his semi-erect cock into my mouth. I started bobbing up and down, concentrating solely on the task before me. I licked the vein as I pushed my nose towards his groin. The head of his dick hit the back of my throat before I could get all the way down. I stayed down, impaled on his cock as far as I could go. I stayed there as long as I could, licking and sucking before I had to breathe. I did this a few times, letting the muscles in my throat massage his cock until he pushed me roughly off his cock and back onto the floor. Finally he spoke, "If you can't suck my dick decently, then we shall have to find something a cunt like you can do." With that, he grabbed the end of my braid of hair and used it as a leash as I crawled toward the bedroom. I knew I was in for a rough ride... Slut was used when he was in a good mood, Cunt was a harbinger of a sore ass at the least. As we reached the room, he pulled me onto the bed. I kneeled and waited, I could hear him digging through the chest of goodies I had put out. Suddenly he pulled me to the corner of my four poster bed and cuffed me to the heavy wooden post. Discretely, I checked to see if these had the emergency release. When they didn't have them, I grew nervous. I trust Bear, but it is difficult to not be apprehensive. Leaning over as I was, my breasts spilled from the top of my corset and my ass and pussy was in plain view. Easy access... exactly what I wanted... damn. He flipped my skirt up to fully expose my ass. I was terrified, but my cunt was positively soaked. I could feel my juices sliding down my thighs and onto the sheets. Then he pressed one long, lean finger into my sopping pussy and I almost collapsed. Stroking slowly in and out, he started talking to me. Telling me how dirty I was, how I was a whore and how dirty whores needed to be punished. He asked me if I needed to be punished. I nodded my head, seeing this he demanded, "Speak up, tell me what you need cunt!" I colored, and then told him what he already knew, "I need to be punished, I need to be taught a lesson for my dirty ways... Please punish me, please sir... teach me!" With that he removed the finger that had been torturing me and wiped it off in my hair. Then the blows came. He had picked up my riding crop and was whipping me furiously. The fire on my ass was unbelievable, but occasionally he would land the tip of the crop on my pussy. Oh how I hated and loved that! It burned like a hot wire, but I was so horny any contact with my pussy brought me closer to the edge. I was sobbing into the blindfold, begging him to stop and go on forever. Finally the blows ceased, thinking him finished, I started thanking him for my punishment when his hand darted out and slapped me on my red, welted cheek to shut me up. "Thank me when I am finished," he demanded. As he said that, he placed something over my asshole. Having never been taken there before, I tensed up. When his slapped my ass to tell me to relax, I slowly unclenched all of my muscles. The object slid in slightly, and then I could feel fluid enter my ass and I realized what the object was. It was a the tip of a bottle of lube that I had bought on a recent shopping trip. He pulled the tip of the bottle out and replaced it with his finger. He spread the lube around and made completely sure I was slippery for him. The sensations of his exploring finger was strangely exciting. After what seemed like an eternity he removed his finger and said... "The last of your punishment is this... I am going to fuck your ass, but as I am a nice guy, I will let you go at your own pace but you have to do all of the work. If I am not pleased, then I will take over and it will be at my pace." With that, he placed the head of his penis against the entrance of my ass and said go. Wriggling my ass, I got the tip of his cock where it needed to be but I could not get him in. Every time I moved, the slippery lube would let his cock slide to one side or the other. The cuffs kept me from backing up onto his cock or reaching around and positioning him. After a few minutes, I started to cry from the frustration. He was not going to be satisfied and he would be disappointed and I could not stand the thought of that. Hearing my sobs, he started to chuckle. He had planned it this way. "If you can't do it, then I will." With that, he spread my cheeks and plunged his dick into my ass. I started screaming... the pain was tremendous, but I didn't say my safe word. When the pain began to dull a little I began to calm, his heavy thrusts began to hurt less and less. The welts on my ass were aggravated by his coarse pubic hair, but it was a slight pain that I enjoyed and would relish for the few days that the welts remained. As he began to near his climax he sped up. Suddenly he reached around and began tugging on my erect little clitty. The mixture of pain and pleasure hurtled me over the edge. I started screaming again, but this time in pleasure. I could see bursts of light behind my eyes, and I could not seem to get enough air into my lungs. As sudden as it had hit me, it was over. I slowly stirred, realizing that I had collapsed on the bed with him on top of me. As I had climaxed, the rippling muscles in my ass had brought him with me. Gently he removed his softening dick from my ass. I felt empty without it. He reached up and unlocked my cuffs, picked me up and set me in the bed the right direction. As he pulled the covers over my spent form, he bent down to kiss me and whisper, " next week, same time." As I slipped into sleep, I realized I hadn't seen his face one time today. Oddly enough, I missed it.