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Cabin Fever Ch. 01

By: lunablu69



My husband Cade and I had been married several years when he first brought up the subject of doing kinky things like swinging. I really didn’t want anything to do with that, but I had to admit, the idea did intrigue me. He would bring it up from time to time, but I never really took it too seriously.

One day, he came home from work and told me I would never guess who he had run into today. I couldn’t guess, of course, so he told me about this new guy at work. They had gotten to talking, and when my husband showed him a picture of me, it turned out to be Dylan, someone I’d went to school with---and had had a major crush on!!!

Over the next few months, the two of them became good friends. Somehow or other, they got on the subject of sex, and it came out that he wanted to get me in bed as much as my husband wanted to watch me with another guy. They then came up with a plan to totally seduce and uninhibit me sexually.

For weeks, Cade, my husband, had been looking forward to a vacation he was planning for us. All I knew was that he was renting us a cabin and we were going to spend one whole week away from civilization. I love the outdoors, so I was looking forward to some R & R. The only thing I wasn’t looking forward to, was driving up by myself around noon, as Cade had promised to help a friend and wouldn’t be arriving till later.

I got to the cabin, grabbed my gear, and unlocked the door. The cabin was nice, one room. Fireplace along one wall, bed along another. A great place for a romantic rendezvous, I thought. I glanced at my watch and saw that it would be four or five hours yet before Cade would be there. I decided to lock the door just to be safe. As I turned back away from the door, I saw a note on the table in the center of room, so I walked over to pick it up.

How strange that it was in Cade’s handwriting! Well, perhaps he had sent it to the cabin’s owner to put in the cabin before I arrived; after all, this had been planned for weeks.

The note was short, and more than a little confusing. It read:

“This is for you---enjoy. I Love You, Cade”

As I stood there trying to figure out what he meant, I heard someone behind me the same time arms slipped around me. Cade, I thought. As he nuzzled my neck, I turned in his arms. It wasn’t Cade---it was Dylan! I started to pull away, but he held me tighter, molding my body to his.

“Hannah, you know you want me…I see it in your eyes every time we’re in the same room together, I feel it in the way your body is trembling now. You want me as much as I want you, and we’re both gonna get our wish.”

“Dylan, I can’t, you’re wrong, Cade…”

“Cade set this up, sweetheart. Didn’t you just read his note? He wants you to enjoy this, and you will, that I promise.”

“I...but…someone could…” I gasped as his hands slid down my back to cup my ass and pull me tighter to him.

“Nope, no one will show up. See, this is my cabin,” He kissed me. “on my land,” He kissed me again. “You, my sweet, are completely at my beck and call. For one glorious week, I will have you…in this bed, on that table, on that rug in front of the fire. Any way, any place, any time I want you. By the end of this week, you will have no inhibitions when it comes to pleasing me. Or Cade, either…you see, we’re both going to have you…at the same time, Hannah…you want that don’t you?”

When I didn’t answer, he laughed. “We’ll have to work on that I see.” He pulled me to the bed, pushing me down on it, kissing me passionately. He was driving me crazy with his kisses and the way he was touching me.

He was exciting the Hell out of me, and that scared me…I felt like I was losing control.

He slid his hands over my body, pushing my t-shirt up, urging me to slip it off, while he worked my jeans and panties over my hips, kissing and stroking the flesh of my inner thighs. I was rapidly approaching a fever pitch and I could not deny him my body any longer. I lost the shirt, unhooked my bra, and, cupping my breast in my hands, I offered them to him. 

He took a nipple into his mouth, tantalizing me with licks and tugs, and pleasurable love bites until I squirmed under his hands, then he turned his attention to my other breast. My whole body felt tingly and on fire, and I cried out for more. He gladly gave me more---more kisses, nibbles, caresses, bringing me to a simmer. I could feel my pulse pounding in my pussy, and I could feel how wet I was getting. I wanted him, all of him. I tried to undo his jeans, but felt drugged by his eroticism and my fingers were clumsy. My whole body throbbed and ached with a need I had never felt before, as he gently pulled my hands away.

“Let me help you, Baby Girl. You want me, don’t you?” I nodded weakly. “No”, he said, “tell me…tell me you want me.” His eyes met mine, holding my gaze. My mouth was dry and all I could manage was a whispered “yes”. He pulled me up, then, threading his hands in my hair, began an erotic exploration of my mouth, neck and shoulders.

“Say it, Hannah…tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

I realized Cade had been right about letting go to the passion. I felt so incredibly deliciously sexually charged in a way that was both empowering yet surrendering at the same time. I let it take me where it would.

“Yes Dylan, I fucking want you, now…inside me, deep…ahhhh, how I need to feel you…” 

He cut me off with a passionate kiss, and then pushed me back on the bed. I watched him through glazed eyes as he stripped off his shirt and jeans, my body shivering with anticipation. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and positioned me so that my head hung down the side of the mattress. Leaning over me, he slid his hands up the outside of my thighs, over my knees, and down the inside of my thighs, spreading them.

“Look at that beautiful pussy. You’re so fucking wet, Hannah!” He lowered his head and tasted me with a long caress of his mouth and tongue. I moaned and bucked against him, aching with need, want, desire.

He rose up, and, threading one hand in my hair, he offered his cock to me with the other. He teased my lips with it, rubbing the head along them. 

“That’s it Baby Girl, take my cock, let me fuck your throat with my cock and your pussy with my mouth and tongue.”

With a moan of pure pleasure, I opened my mouth and took him in licking and kissing the thick, hard shaft, and sucking teasingly on the head.

“Damn girl, suck my fucking dick…shit yeah! “ He pulled my legs up, spread my lips, and buried his face in my wet, throbbing pussy, all the while pumping smoothly in and out of my mouth. Just when I felt myself at the edge of orgasm, he pulled his mouth away from my pussy, but continued to fuck my mouth.

“Not so fast, you’ll come when I’m ready for you to come. By the time that happens, I’ll have you so ready for it, you’ll do just about anything I want. You hear me, you sexy fucking bitch?” I moaned and worked harder on his dick, urging him to give me more, which he gladly did.

Holding my head in his hands, he began to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth, going deeper every few strokes. I began to feel afraid of trying to take so much of him in because he was not only thick, but long as well. Up until now, he had not asked for more than I was able to take. He must have sensed my fears.

“Shhhh, sweetheart, I’ll be easy…you can take all of it when you’re ready.” He bent and flicked my clit with his tongue. “Let me have your throat, yes, that’s it…shhhh…ahhh fuck yeah, you sexy mother-fucker, take that cock.” He flicked it again. And again. My body arched and I offered my throat to him, gagging on his huge cock, feeling my pussy grow even wetter. 

“Oh damn girl, take that cock, you fucking sexy bitch, fuck yeah!” He buried himself again as I writhed and moaned. “I gotta fuck you---now. On your knees.” I obeyed quickly; I was ready to be fucked and fucked good. 

He positioned himself behind me and held me still with a hand possessively on my back while his other hand fitted his dick to my dripping wet pussy. Sliding both hands to my hips, he held me as he began to ease himself inside of me. Once he was fully buried in me, he began to pump smoothly and quickly. I bucked underneath him, wanting him deeper.

“Here.” He moved my legs closer together, and then slid his hands up over my shoulders, pulling me firmly against him. I took every inch of him, loving being so completely filled.

He made love to and fucked me for hours. Seducing me into each new delight with caresses and kisses until I gave him what he wanted: Straddling him as he talked dirty to me, grinding down on him, taking every bit of him deep inside me. Him on top of me with my legs up over his shoulders while he fucked me hard. Lying spoon-fashion with my leg up over his as he drove his cock into me. Him slapping my ass in a way that had me grinding against him. Riding him while he played with my tits. Lying beneath him, holding my tits together so he could fuck them. 

“Are you ready to come, huh? Are you gonna come for me?” He lay half on me, holding my head, his thumb caressed the outline of my mouth.

“Yes Dylan, I want to come for you…Please make me come…Make me come hard for you then fuck me hard and fast and deep, please Dylan, I need it!” He gave me a smoky look and a slow seductive smile as he slid down my body and parted my legs. Spreading my lips again, he flicked my clit, laughing as I jumped and shivered, moaning, “Yes, yes, please, oh yes…” He buried his tongue deep in me, licking and sucking the tender aching flesh for a long moment before he fastened onto my clit and began to gently suck and flick it at the same time. I instantly cried out and bucked against his mouth, seeking more. 

I came like a wild thing, thrashing and gasping, my moans of intense pleasure. He held my legs and continued until he felt my body drain of energy. Quickly he moved between my legs and thrust deep into me while I was still coming. I screamed in total pleasure as he gave me his cock the way I wanted it. 

“You like that, you sexy bitch, you like that? You sexy mother-fucking slut, take my fucking cock…yes yes…oh I’m gonna cum Baby Girl, I wanna come on those big fucking tits of yours.” 

He pulled out and leaned over me, stroking his huge cock as he came on my tits. I cried out and arched towards him, the sheer eroticism of the whole thing overwhelming me. 

We lay side by side for a while catching our breaths. After a while he turned to me. “You know, this is only the beginning. I have you to myself for three days. I’m gonna fuck you like this at every available moment.”

“Three days? Cade agreed to this?”

“Of course! You see, we’ve got a little surprise for you. When my three days are up, Cade will be here and the three of us are gonna fuck like banshees.” He laughed at my expression. “That’s right Baby Girl…you’re gonna be our little slut. Cade and I figured that once I showed you how to be open and uninhibited in bed, the three of us could have a lot of fun. Admit it, the idea excites you doesn’t it?” He grinned at me. I grinned back. 

“Damn you, you know it does.”

He pulled me to my feet. “C’mon, let’s go play in the creek. Maybe I’ll fuck you again. Hell, I’m sure I will!”

To be continued… 

Cabin Fever Ch. 01



Note to Readers: This story includes gay sex. If this offends you, or you are under legal age, don't read it.

It was autumn; the trees by the highway were like enormous explosions of brilliant color. My friend Tim was happily rubbernecking as we drove out into the country. Fortunately, I didn't need his help navigating. This was extremely familiar territory for me and it was wonderful to be getting back to it at last. 

Tim and I had gotten to know each other 6 years ago while my girlfriend Fiona and I were doing our internships at the same law firm. Sadly, it had been a fairly unpleasant experience for me. It wasn't long before I got extremely sick of all the manipulation and double-dealing going on behind the scenes. Not to mention the complete and utter lack of respect for anyone who didn't have grey hair, a big belly and a wife – the stodgy partners would never dream of promoting a female lawyer, or of even hiring a gay one - and children. The only good side was getting to know Tim. He introduced himself to us on the first day, a bright and chipper man of average height and size, with neat brown hair and the most glorious green eyes that I had ever seen. I could see Fiona drooling over them and I have to admit that I completely understood the impulse; they were the sort of eyes that you could get lost in if you weren't careful. However, Tim was so extremely friendly and so clearly sincere that it was impossible for me to feel jealous or anything like that.

It didn't take very long for the three of us to become extremely close friends. It was partly that the atmosphere in the office was such that even sworn enemies would have been driven to form a bond so as to present a united front in the face of the abuse that we received from the more senior lawyers (I swiftly lost track of the number of times that I was interrupted in the middle of my work to go remake the coffee because some jerk didn't like the way it had turned out the first time). It was also that Tim was just a generally nice guy with whom I had a lot in common. We both enjoyed camping and fishing. All three of us liked puttering around in the kitchen, science fiction novels and folk music; a random spattering of similarities to be certain, but enough to make lunch hours and evening gatherings pleasant and interesting.

After about 4 months, however, I had had absolutely enough. One of the junior members of the firm had been assigning us massive additional projects and then stealing the credit for our hard work. I quit in protest, and decided to follow my real dreams of being an author. I got a job at a bookstore, which was ideal in every way that the internship had been lacking and started spending a fair amount of time just scribbling away. Fiona was extremely unhappy about this; she said that I was wasting my time, that I had simply given up because of a small rough patch and that this was the biggest career mistake of my life. We fought bitterly about this. I admit that I made my fair share of nasty remarks, calling her a pathetic doormat for being willing to put up with the tripe that the firm dished out and yelling that she was selling her soul for a hollow and unfulfilling job. The situation degenerated from there and we broke up shortly thereafter. Tim was a saint during this period. I was absolutely wretched. I felt like I had been a horrible boyfriend and a failure as a person. I was also depressed because the longest relationship of my life (over 2 years) had ended so badly. Tim consoled me, reassured me that I wasn't a horrible person and that some things just didn't work out the way they should. He made certain that I didn't just retreat into a pit of depression. He encouraged me to get on with my writing and that I should only return to the law if I felt it was right for me. He also helped bridge the gap between me and Fiona. She felt just about the same as I had and Tim had also helped to put her back together at the same time. Fiona and I made amends and became friends again. We had definitely fallen out of love with each other, but as friends we became almost closer than we had been as lovers. When Tim and Fiona started going out, I was happy for them. 

Over the next few years, I managed to get a few stories published in magazines and anthologies. I had been spending most of my time deep in the process of writing a trilogy of books about a world originally populated by the survivors of a crash of a massive spaceship. I had been so absorbed in my work that I barely kept in touch with many friends. I dated scarcely at all, and didn't embark on any serious relationships during that time. I did manage to keep some contact with Tim and Fiona. After they completed their internships, they set up a small practice together and worked like mad to keep it afloat. After the first two years, they split up on surprisingly friendly terms and continued to work together in apparent harmony. The next year they won a high profile case against the old firm and their practice took off like mad.

Finally, about a month ago, I found an agent and a publisher for my trilogy, which meant that I would finally have a bit of money put away. I had also recently finished writing two other books and sent them in with hopes of an equally good deal. I decided that this warranted a vacation, my first in years. Tim had just finished with a really big case and was looking somewhat exhausted when he and Fiona came to my celebratory dinner. I suggested that a fishing trip might be just the break he needed. As we each had a fair number of miscellaneous tasks to deal with before either of us could leave the city, we agreed on early October as the best time to travel. I phoned my uncle the next day and confirmed that we could use his cabin up North on the lake. My cousins and I had spent many summers up there and I was full of nostalgia. He did warn me that the cabin wasn't in fantastic shape, since it didn't see a lot of use since "you kids" grew up and he and my aunt were getting a little old for the level of isolation up there.

Back in the present, I made the exit from the highway onto the main road which would take us to the small town closest to the lake. There, I went into the town hall to get my uncle's fishing permit stamped for the year while Tim picked up some hot dogs and hamburgers to grill in case the fish didn't bite. These went to supplement the already ample provisions which we had brought from the city. I poked Tim in the shoulder: "What is this, the cynical lawyer's approach to everything?" He just chuckled and said, "I'm just making sure that we eat well even if your memories aren't entirely accurate... There's no way the fishing could be as good as you claim it is." I stuck my tongue out at him and he just laughed. So did I.

We got back on the smaller road and followed it to the trail which led up through the woods to a tiny building. As I pulled the car up in front of it, Tim said, "You know, Marc, that's an awfully tiny cabin. It's going to be very intimate (waggling his eyebrows at me) in there". I rolled my eyes at him, suppressing a strange urge to blush, "That's because it's just the garage, Doofus. The cabin is twenty minutes walk up the path back there." Tim looked dubiously at me as he stepped out of the car, "You mean we're going to have to lug our supplies up there, a few bags at a time? That could take till sunset and it's already starting to get a little nippy." I grinned as I swung out of my door and went to open the padlocked garage, "I thought that you liked fresh air and exercise. Don't worry though, there's a pair of little wagons and some rope in here and two trips should do it easily. Just be glad that you're not the one who has to drag wood and fuel for the generator, that's a pain in the neck." We opted to take up the food and fishing tackle first and to return for our bags and linens afterwards. 

By the time we made it to the edge of the lake we were both feeling considerably warmer. Tim paused to look out over the clear water and took a deep breath of air and said, "Boy, it's great to be back out in the country again. I didn't realize quite how much I missed it. This is a really nice place you've got here.". "I like it a lot too, but you may want to hold off on praise until we've seen that everything is running as it ought to. I wouldn't want you to jinx anything. You're right though, the scenery is breathtaking." I was thinking of the lake and the leaves when I spoke. Somehow though, the image of Tim in his flannel shirt and jeans, with those unbelievable eyes, his hair tousled by the cool breeze, seemed to pop into my head unbidden along with the word 'breathtaking'. Damn, what am I thinking here? Tim's just a friend, and a guy. I've never thought about a guy like that before... Fortunately, Tim was absorbed in the view and didn't seem to notice my inner soliloquy.

We passed by the woodshed on the way to the main cabin. We climbed the steps to the covered porch and I opened the door to the house and waved Tim in. Inside was a small living area with an old wood-framed loveseat, sitting facing the fireplace across a fake bearskin rug. Behind that was the dining area, with a small table, 4 chairs, and a woodstove, sink and miniature refrigerator. The glass door on the other end gave a great view showing the dock, boathouse and the lake. Unfortunately, after sitting empty for a while, the cabin smelled a little stale. I pointed to the doors on the right, "How about if you go open the windows in the bedrooms and bathroom to get a little airflow? I'd better go down and get the generator running for the fridge and hot water."

"Can do. I'll put the food away too, while I'm at it."

I nodded and traipsed out to the little shed behind the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Tim came and found me somewhat grease stained and cursing like a lumberjack. Well, actually, I was swearing because he startled me and I had banged my head on the doorframe. At 6'3" this was something that happened a little too often for my taste. "Shit, Marc, are you okay? Here, sit down and let me have a look at it."

"I'm fine, at least I managed to get the miserable thing running and fueled up. We have the fridge and hot water for the bathroom." I said, sitting on the ground. I felt Tim's hands running gently over my head. It actually felt kind of nice... ow! I jerked back, "Careful! That hurt!" Tim winced in sympathy, "Sorry, dude. At least it looks like a pretty minor bump."

He gave me a hand up, "Hey, tell you what, why don't you sit down and build the fire so that it's ready to go when we come back. I'll deal with carrying in some extra wood for the night."

"Sounds good to me," I said, "I don't mind a bit of a breather before we have to lug the stuff back up the trail." I managed to make a nice tepee of kindling in the fireplace and moved some bigger pieces into place so that they'd catch once the smaller stuff was burning. Meanwhile Tim got a little carried away and brought in enough wood for about four days. When I teased him about it, he shrugged, "It's starting to cloud over and I figured it would be a good idea to have the wood dry."

"Shoot, we'd better run down for the rest of the stuff before it rains!"

We made it down to the garage and I started to fill the water jugs at the tap inside. "Why are you bothering with that?" asked Tim "isn't there water up at the cabin?"

"Yeah, but it isn't always safe to drink. The well water's fine for washing, but sometimes it can get unreliable, or the pump can stop running, or that sort of thing."

"Then what about this stuff? Is it any better?"

"Oh, this tap is actually connected to the water system for the campground down the trail. It's pure. The only reason Uncle Dave didn't get power and water running up to the cabin from here is that the land in between is actually part of a provincial park and he's not allowed to dig it up. In fact, when my grandparents renovated the cabin, they had to have most of the stuff brought in by boat."

"So, why is the park just randomly located here?"

"Funny that you should ask, Mr. Lawyer. It's part of a much larger preserve to either side. The government was selling off the middle area, because few animals actually live here, but some naturalists realized that it was serving as a kind of pathway between the two areas, so it shouldn't be destroyed. They managed to get an ordinance preventing any further development on the pieces which hadn't been sold. "

"Sounds like a weird but good reason. Are we done here? It's starting to rain..."

Tossing our bags and the jugs into the wagons, we set off up the trail as raindrops started to fall around us. The clouds were starting to make it pretty dark. We made it about a third of the way before the sky really opened up and soaked us to the skin. I heard Tim yell suddenly as he slipped on wet leaves and went down in the mud. "Are you OK?" I shouted over the noise of the storm as I pulled him up. "I've been a lot better," he replied, "Let's just get up to the house and fast."

By the time we made it onto the porch, we were both completely sodden and dripping. So were the bags. So were the water jugs, not that that particularly mattered. "Shit, Tim, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen when I asked you up here."

"Cheer up Marc," he said, patting me on the back, "I like camping, remember. This is just part of the fun, sort of..."

His grin was almost convincing and I might have believed it if he hadn't been shivering like a drowned rat.

"Alright, nature boy, let's leave these bags on the porch, the roof should keep'em from getting any wetter. Meanwhile I'm lighting the fire, and you're jumping in the hot shower before you 'fun' yourself into pneumonia."

Smiling for real this time, Tim tossed his shoes and went into the bathroom. Meanwhile, I realized that the windows in the bedrooms were still open. Argh! I was closing the window in the small front room which, sheltered by the porch roof, had only let in enough rain to dampen the floor beneath it, when Tim rushed into the room, shirtless. "Marc, I forgot to close the ... oh." He looked extremely contrite and very cute. The sprinkling of hair on his chest was standing up and his nipples looked so hard that I just wanted to ... Jeez, what am I thinking? This is Tim here, although he does seem to have been working out...No, think about other things, the windows. Oh no! The windows!

While I had spaced, Tim had rushed to the back room. I followed. He was closing the big window over the bed as I came in. I ran and closed the other one. "This is all my fault," he said, sitting down on the soaked bed. "I shouldn't have forgotten the windows. I knew it looked like rain."

"Give over," I told him as I pulled him up and started him moving towards the bathroom, "It's not like you're the only one to blame. I completely forgot too and it's very much spilled milk anyway. Now get into the shower while I deal with warming this place up. If we're lucky, there'll be a few dry towels in the cupboard in there. My aunt usually forgets them at the end of the summer."

He went, and I quickly started the fire in the living room and managed to get one going in each of the woodstoves – fortunately, besides the big one in the kitchen, there was a small one in each of the bedrooms. My grandmother, perpetually chilly, had insisted on these thirty years ago and I was grateful for that now. I also managed to find a bag of cleaning rags under the kitchen sink and was about to go try to wipe up as much water as I could in the back bedroom when Tim came out of the bathroom. He was naked and was drying his hair with a small towel. I had never realized how attractive he was. At about 5'8", he had a lean and toned body. Not heavily muscular, but certainly developed and defined. His nipples had softened in the shower and were beginning to firm up again because the room was still a little chilly. His cock was gently swaying from an auburn thatch of fur along with two nice-sized balls. I felt myself stiffen in my pants as my mouth went dry. Fortunately, denim, even when wet, conceals a multitude of sins. "You were right," he was saying, "I found a pair of towels in there. I left you the bigger one, sort of a thank you for letting me have first shower." (He always was a sweet guy) Taking in my somewhat glassy stare, he grinned and blushed a little "Sorry about the casual nudity, but it's not like I've got anything dry to wear, and I got over any body issues when I was on the soccer team in high school." I snapped out of it moderately quickly, "Sorry, yeah. I'm just a little dazed by the storm (right, the Storm... just who do you think you're fooling, Marc? Now what's the deal with this sudden Tim attraction anyway?) and I guess I'm not used to seeing people naked that often. I'll just hit the shower myself; I'm feeling pretty chilled by now."

Blushing furiously, I made it into the bathroom and closed the door. It was true that I was feeling pretty cold. I was covered in goose bumps and my balls were drawn up so close to my body that they might have been trying to crawl back inside. I stripped off my wet clothes, dropping them on top of Tim's. He had left them in a neat pile on the floor, under the now closed window. As I lowered my briefs, my 6" erection popped up and slapped me in the stomach. Clearly something was going on here. I tried to puzzle it out. I had never found men particularly attractive before, and I certainly had never done anything of a sexual nature with a guy before, unless I counted the few times that my cousin and I masturbated to porn together when we were teenagers. Maybe it was just general loneliness and horniness. It was true that I hadn't had sex in a while, and that it had been even longer since I had been in a relationship of any kind. I just hadn't met any woman who set off the kind of sparks that I had had with Fiona, the kind of sparks that I was starting to feel right now...I'm not ready for this. I feel like such an idiot.

I wasn't about to go back out there with my throbbing erection, that was for darn sure. I stepped into the shower and turned it on. Letting the hot spray pound across my back, I grabbed the soap. I gently rubbed the bar across my chest, stomach and crotch, enough to leave my front nice and sudsy. I lightly circled my left, and then my right nipple with my fingers, experiencing faint twinges of pleasure in response. Gradually rubbing my hands around on my stomach in tight circles, across my firm abs and down towards my penis, I closed my eyes and imagined that they were somebody else's hands on me, pleasuring me. Alright, I was imaging they were Tim's hands and feeling a little weird about it. Nonetheless, the response I was getting downstairs was enough to counteract the awkwardness. I wrapped one hand around my cock, gently squeezing and slowly moving up and down. I wasn't going to last very long. Picking up the pace a bit, I leaned back a little further, letting the water massage my neck and flow down my chest, around the base of my cock and sluice from my balls. Experiencing a new curiosity, I took my second hand and ran it between my ass cheeks. I let my slippery fingers run over my hole, causing tingles up my spine and in my balls. Slowly, cautiously, I let my middle finger slide in. The sudden new feeling made me moan softly. Wow, I've been missing THIS all this time? I was only able to drive my finger in to the second knuckle before the combined sensations in front and in back sent me over the edge. With a low whimper, I came, spattering a thick load of semen on the shower floor. My knees went weak and I slowly sank down until I was leaning against the stall wall. Panting, just letting the water fall on me, I recovered from my orgasm.




Cabin Fever Ch. 01



By the time I finished washing, doing a thorough job on my crotch and ass, just in case, the water had started to go cold. I hopped out and turned off the water. The towel Tim had left me was in fact quite a bit bigger than the one he had used so I was able to get pretty dry. Just in case, I tied it around my waist before stepping out of the bathroom. The living room had warmed up quite a bit, but it looked like a convention of laundresses had passed through on some sort of a bender. Tim had obviously found some twine and it was looped between the exposed beams of the ceiling so that he could drape our wet clothes, sheets and blankets from it. He had left it clear above the rug and loveseat, but most other areas were full of hanging fabric. A small path to the kitchen area had only small stuff hanging above it. Tim came out from behind a big blanket holding a sweater that he had just squeezed out over the sink, and steeped up onto a chair to reach the line. 

"Hey, glad you're out of there. Good news, a few of the blankets were under some pretty absorbent stuff and they're only a bit damp. We should have them by bedtime." As he said this, he turned towards the line, away from me. I got my first real view of his naked back. Nice firm shoulders led down to a muscular back, tapering to a trim waist and then widening out just a little at the top of his ass. And his ass was a thing of beauty. Muscular cheeks, sticking out just a little bit, not outrageously, and a faint dusting of soft-looking hair along the crack sent the blood flowing straight to my prick as it rose in misguided anticipation. Traitor! Meanwhile, Tim continued, "Do want to lend me a hand? The rest of the stuff is in the big washtub I found. I put it near the sink. Oh, and Marc?"

"Yeah?" I said as I scurried towards the kitchen, away from temptation.

"Lose the towel, it's only fair." This, with an impish wink over his shoulder. His hair had dried in spikes and waves, making him look like some kind of erotic woodland sprite with those green eyes and if I was going to drop the towel, I needed to get that image out of my head very quickly indeed.

Ten minutes later, on my part spent thinking very carefully about patent law and protocols for unusual sub-clauses (A subject which had bored me half to death in school), we had finished hanging everything up and I had managed to drop the towel without completely abandoning my dignity. I was still about half-hard, but Tim seemed to be wandering about in the same state without worrying about it too much. Granted, from the length of his equipment, shame probably wasn't an issue for him... Running a hand through his hair and glancing at the fridge, Tim announced, "I'm starving. Feel like getting something to eat?"

"Heck, yes! It must already be an hour past suppertime by now."

"I'll rustle something up for us. I've seen the 'Naked Chef' a time or two, but I never expected to try it myself." laughed Tim. I burst out laughing too. 

Eventually, we settled on cutting up some of the fresh veggies we had brought and roasting hot dogs over the fire. Given that the table was still shrouded in sheets, we sat on the fake bear rug to eat. As soon as we sat down, Tim popped a full erection. He blushed, "It's because of the fur, it just sort of sets me off, rubbing against my skin like this."

"Hey, I can understand that," I said, moving my leg a bit to reveal my own stiffy. Although for me it had slightly more to do with Tim's plump 8 inches than with the rug. I had it for him and I had it bad. Thinking to change the topic, I said "You know, this kind of reminds me of a picnic. There's just something about food cooked over a fire and sitting on the ground that makes everything taste better." Suiting actions to words, I stuck my hot dog in a bun and took a bite.

"I know," said Tim, "but I have to say I'm glad that we're having this picnic indoors. Wow! Look at that!" A lightning bolt across the lake briefly lit the windows with a brilliant flash. "What a great storm to be watching from inside a warm building."

"Yeah," I said, "I haven't seen one like this since the one that flooded my group out of summer camp in grade 5. Just in time, too."

"Oh, how's that? I thought that you liked summer camp?"

"I did, but I had just played a practical joke on Kyle Sommers and the storm chased us away before he got a chance to retaliate."

"Aww, what did the poor guy do to you? And what did you do to him?"

"Oh, he deserved it," I said with a grin, "he had rigged water balloons over my bed the previous year so that I got soaked when I turned over and pulled the string tied to my finger." 

"OK, I can understand the desire for revenge. Was it good?"

"You'd better believe it! I waited until the stinker was in the shower and grabbed all his clothes and his towel. I was on good terms with the girls, whereas he had managed to piss pretty much all of them off, so I got them to hide his clothes in various lockers in their changing room. He was too embarrassed to go in there, so he had to run naked to the councilors' cabin and get them to help him. One of them lent him a pair of shorts until they could search for his stuff and he spent the next 2 hours running around camp holding up these things which were about three times his size."

"Man, are you ever evil. I don't think I could do something like that to a person."

"Not even to Brian?" (Brian was the guy who stole our work back in the day)

"Well, maybe Brian, but the jury's still out as to whether he's actually human or just an unusually-shaped weasel."

We spent the rest of that evening telling about previous jokes and pranks, and laughing our asses off. We made cocoa and roasted marshmallows. It got to the point where we were both just totally comfortable with each other and having a great time enjoying each other's company. When we dropped the clothes, it's kind of as if we also dropped a lot of inhibitions, as well as most of our maturity. It was probably around midnight when we came back to summer camp stories. Tim was telling about the time he and his brother had stolen all the swimsuits in camp and hung them from the rafters in the dining hall: "And about halfway through supper, I hear this girl yell 'Hey! There's my swimsuit!' Then the whole place erupts in this massive free for all." I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face and Tim wasn't much better. We just sort of collapsed against each other and held each other, shaking with mirth. Every time one of us had almost managed to stop, the other would say something that set the whole thing off again. A lot of it was probably completely ridiculous and wouldn't have normally been funny, but there was just something about the way he said it, and the funny faces he made when I said something that made everything completely hilarious. We eventually split apart and the chuckles slowly died down into calm smiles. Tim yawned and in typical contagious fashion I followed suit. "I guess we'd better get to bed," I said, "Do you want to check if any of the bedding is dry while I see how the mattress is in the back room?"

"No problem."

The bed was still damp. It would probably dry out by tomorrow, but it wasn't really suitable for anyone to sleep in it. I went into the front room to find Tim making the small bed with the linens that were dry enough. "Hey, I'm guessing it's still damp in there. Do you mind sharing with me? I suppose I could sleep on the loveseat if it's a problem."

"Not for me, and even twenty years ago that loveseat was wickedly uncomfortable to sleep on. We'll just pile in as soon as I damp down the fires for the night." It was true, I would even have had troubles sharing a bed with Tim 12 hours ago, but somehow we had gone beyond any discomfort between us. I put out the few remaining flames in the fireplace by scooping older ashes over them and dampened the lot enough to prevent it from reigniting. Tim went and brushed his teeth and then turned down the stove dampers while I performed my own ablutions. We climbed into bed together. It was a nonstandard size, somewhere between a double and a twin, and I'm a pretty big guy, 6'3" and fairly muscular. This meant that our thighs and shoulders would sort of bump and rub together every so often ... kind of nice. "Goodnight, Tim"

" G'night, Marc. See you in the morning." We both fell asleep pretty quickly.

I woke up a few hours later. The stove had gone out and it was a little chilly; Tim was shivering, which was what had woken me up. I reached over and pulled him close against me, and dragged the blankets in a little snugger. Without waking up, he put one arm around me and squirmed into me a little. With his head on my shoulder, I fell asleep again. It was dawn when I woke. It was still raining outside, although it had slowed to a gentle patter and diffuse pale light was coming through the window. I cradled my love against me, he had slipped down so that his head rested on my chest and I was getting hard against his stomach. It was true. I was in love with him; I had realized that last night when we just clicked so very well together. I was afraid that he might not feel the same way, but I was going to tell him and damn the consequences. Even so, I was happy to just lie there holding and watching him as he slept, in case this would be the last time. He looked so wrenchingly beautiful lying there in my arms, his hair all mussed up and his face peaceful as his breath whirled across my left nipple. I found him beautiful, even with the tiny pool of drool he was leaving on my chest.

It was about 20 minutes before he gave a brief wiggle and opened his eyes. My erection had been pressed against his belly for the whole time and was generating a bit of a wet spot of its own. I stared directly into his eyes, the eyes which had drawn me even before I realized how great my attraction to him as a whole was. All my words just sort of vanished as I found myself mesmerized. My cock gave a sharp little jerk. "Uh, hi." Oh, wow, Marc makes a brilliant and stirring statement of love and devotion. Sad, but that was the best I could come up with at the moment. Tim gave me a small and uncertain smile, but he didn't move, "Hi... We're, I mean I think you're, umm" He was turning a bit red. Well, at least I wasn't the only one trying for the incoherence national championships. I took a deep breath, holding his gaze as he lifted his head. It was time to tell him.

"Tim, I love you." I spoke the truth, I couldn't build up to it or anything; I just needed to say exactly that. His smile slowly grew, until his face practically glowed and little crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes. He slid up my body, drawing a gasp from me as his stomach slid across my prick, leaving it nestled under his balls as his own steely shaft began to poke back. Looking me straight in the eyes he lowered his face to mine so that we were just breathing into each other's faces for a few moments. Then he lowered his lips to mine in our first kiss. I shut my eyes and let my lips open slightly. His lips were soft and at first they pressed lightly, but then our mouths locked firmly together and we wrestled with our tongues as he wrapped his fingers into my hair and I crushed him to me as tightly as possible. It wasn't long before we were bucking and thrashing against each other, his cock grinding into my stomach as mine thrust between his lightly furred thighs.

We broke the kiss briefly to gasp for breath as we panted with our exertions. Tim started to slide his body up and down slightly as he tightened and relaxed his legs in order to stimulate me further. "Marc, I've loved you for so long. You have no idea how badly I needed you to say that. Unhhhh-Mmmmm!"

"Ahhhh-*gasp*. I love you, Tim. I love you so ahh-FUCK much."

We resumed our lip-lock and kept grinding our hips together. This was going to end pretty soon; we were both too eager to hold back. After about a minute and a half, Tim moaned into my mouth and I felt his entire body tense up as he came between our bodies, coating our chests and stomachs with his cream. The twitching of his thighs as this happened brought me to orgasm. Normally when I come, it just oozes out in big globs. This time, I saw my semen fly into the air and fall down onto Tim's legs and ass. Our kisses gradually became less urgent and tenderer as we basked together in the afterglow. Finally, we just rolled onto our sides and lay there, holding each other for a few minutes. Eventually, I kissed his forehead and broke the silence.

"You've loved me for a while?"

"Ohhh yes," he whispered, stroking my face with his fingers, "When I was seeing Fiona, I found myself losing interest and I realized that I was really gay. She knew before I did, and let me go. I had one relationship with a guy after we broke up, but it didn't last very long; I realized that I had fallen for you and that no-one else could be the same."

"Wow. I had no idea that you felt that way. I didn't even realize that I felt this way until last night. I was looking at you without really seeing you. It took seeing you naked to realize how devastatingly attractive you are and how the way I feel around you is more than the friendship that I always knew about."

I leaned in and kissed him again.

"Well then," he said as I released his lips, "I think we should make up for lost time and we can start by getting cleaned up."

"Well, if you say so," I started to get up. Tim rolled onto me again, pinning me to the bed. "Not like that, we have perfectly good cleaning equipment right here. Now just stay still" With that, he kissed the tip of my chin before diving down to my chest and beginning to lick up his cum. He ran his tongue all over, giving particular attention to my nipples, sucking them until my dick started to get hard again. Then he meandered downwards at a leisurely pace, stopping to dig the cum out of my belly-button with that talented tongue of his. He licked my erection up and down, cleaning off all traces of my previous load. When he sucked in the head and twirled his tongue on the underside I nearly shot off the bed. I started to groan, the feelings that he was giving me were far more extreme than they had been the few times I'd had a blow-job from a woman. I was quickly approaching another orgasm when he paused and lay back down beside me. "Now it's your turn. Have fun!"

I fully intended to. I started off by kissing him, getting a taste of my own semen mixed with his. It tasted faintly salty, with a touch of bitterness. Then I went after his chest. Because of my lack of experience, I started by just doing exactly as he had done, running my tongue over him. After I had sucked his nipples, I tickled them by running my fingers in slow, light circles around them. I could tell from his moans that he was enjoying it. Then, I moved to the backs of his legs to lick up the cum that had landed there. I lifted each one and just used small circles of my tongue to clean up and bring him pleasure. I licked off his butt cheeks and I chased a tiny trickle down his crack. It tasted a little saltier here and I could smell a bit of sweat, but he had clearly washed himself out pretty well last night. Good, I don't think I could handle the full impact the first time. I might have been a beginner, but I was determined to learn fast. I ran my tongue down his crack until the tip hit his pucker. Suddenly he yelled "Argh, oh holy shit! That feels fucking amazing, keep it up." I was pleased to do so. I let the tip of my tongue penetrate him as he writhed in the pleasure of it. I wiggled my tongue around, stuck it in a little deeper... I was starting to taste a strange, musky flavor. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it was a little disconcerting. So I backed off a little and concentrated on getting him nice and wet. I could see that his erection had returned in full force, so I started licking that pole as I let my finger slide into his hot ass. He clenched around it, groaned, and backed onto it. His anus was soft, silky and very warm. I slipped another finger in as I swallowed the first 3 inches of his cock. "Marc, wait. I want to come at the same *moan* time. Turn aaaaaAAAaaround." I gave him a bit of respite as I let his dick slip out of my mouth and turned so that my own was pointing straight down at his mouth. Then I went back to fingering him as I sucked away. I felt his hot mouth on me as he took me to my root in one fell swoop. I could also feel his finger at my own entrance, circling before diving in for the kill. Given my experience in the shower last night, and the way I was nearly screaming around my mouthful, I knew that I couldn't last much longer.

I started to slide my lips further down his thickness, trying to take it all. I managed to get about five inches in before I had to stop. Any more would definitely set off my gag reflex. Even so, I resolved that I would take him all the way before the week was over. For the moment, I just concentrated on what I had in my mouth and settled for rubbing the rest of his pole with one hand as I stuck all four fingers of my other hand into his ass. The vibration of his groans was driving me crazy. Then, he did it; he stuck a finger inside me and sent me over the top. I grunted like some sort of mad creature as I emptied my load into his mouth. As the first of my spurts hit his throat, he started to come too. I managed to swallow his first shot, but the rest just dribbled out of my mouth and down his pulsating shaft. He took all of my cum without any trouble at all. I let him flop out of my mouth and turned around so that our faces were together. We kissed, sharing the aftertaste of semen as we wrapped around each other, our legs tangled together and our softening cocks nestled together. He closed his eyes in sleepy pleasure and I did the same. My last thought before I fell asleep again was that this was going to be a very good vacation indeed.



Cabin Fever Ch. 01



"Well, isn't this fucking lovely?" Claire groused as she, her daughter Gina and brother Brent hustled into the cabin. All three were soaked to the skin, their boots caked with mud and cold.

"Chill Mom, it isn't Uncle B's fault!" Gina said, her jeans clinging tight and uncomfortable. "We checked the weather forecast, remember -- it said sunny and mild!"

"Sunny and mild, my ass!" Claire said, shaking out her long, soaking-wet blonde hair. "Maybe your father had the right idea, staying home and watching the Humphrey Bogart marathon."

"Daddy hates anything to do with the outdoors and you know it," Gina said as she pulled off her hiking boots. She was disappointed, but she was with her two favorite people in the world -- her Uncle B and her Mom, so it was all good. "Hey, where'd Uncle B go anyway?" she asked, wringing out her long, dark hair.

"To bring in your luggage -- how long did the two of you think we were staying anyway, a month?" Brent groaned as he hauled in 4 large suitcases. His sister had been like that since they were kids -- she packed like she was going on a cruise.

"You're lucky I packed -- you always forget to bring something!" Claire teased back, but it was true, he'd been absent-minded since they were children. On a camping trip years back, he had forgotten a toothbrush and razor. They had an extra toothbrush, but by the end of the week, Brent looked like Grizzly Adams. Claire didn't like him looking that scruffy, because he had such a beautiful face and strong jawline.

"The weather reports says it should clear by Monday, guys!" Gina said as she came back into the main area. "We're here until next weekend, so we should get some nice outdoor time in, meanwhile, why don't we get dried off and warm up? Uncle B, can you build a fire? We installed a wood-burning stove after your last visit."

Brent and his sister co-owned the cabin; their respective spouses had despised it on sight and rarely came up. Brent was now divorcing Miranda, as for Claire -- Alex did his thing, she did hers, if they crossed paths, fine. If not -- fine.

Claire felt her brother's arms around her waist, just below her breasts. She snuggled against him, at 49; he was still rock-solid, even though he had a sedentary job as an author, he rode his bicycle whenever he could and swam almost daily.

"Remember the first time we had a situation like this?" He asked, kissing her ears.

"Yes, I remember."

"Does she know?"

"No. I don't even think Alex knows -- if he does, he's never said a word."

"How could he not know? She doesn't look anything like him."

"You don't look anything like Mom or Dad."

"True. But she's got my ... hold on, she's coming." Gina came back into the room, she never could figure out why her mother and Uncle B often stopped talking when she was around. They were always so close, there was something she didn't know about and one day, Gina vowed, she was going to make them spill the beans.

"Uncle B, the fire isn't lit." Gina pouted.

"Oh, sorry Angel. I'll see to that, why don't you and your mother unpack? You can have the big room if you like."

The "cabin" was that in name only, inside it was more of a chalet, with 4 good-sized rooms and two floors. It had satellite TV and the roads were finished, it was near a beautiful lake -- but it was still outdoors and not for Alex, nor for Brent's ex. 

"Does he know?" Gina asked her mother as both of them dried off.

"Of course not -- I'm certainly not going to tell him."

"You don't think he'll notice?"

"How would he notice?"

Gina relaxed a bit, knowing her mother was right. It wasn't as if Uncle B was looking at them thinking  you're your mother's lesbian lover Gina and she's yours . No one in their right mind would suspect that fact or that Claire hadn't been sharing her husband's bed much over the past little while, preferring her daughter's company instead. Gina always thought there was some great sadness in her mother that her father had not been able to fill. The sexual relationship with Claire had just  happened  -- but they decided to continue it, as it seemed to make Claire very happy.

Gina saw the change in her Mom -- in her day-to-day life, she smiled more and had more confidence. She had been mentally beaten down a bit by Alex -- Gina saw her mother regain her fire and fight back, she was more like the mother she had been in Gina's youth. She didn't even bother to hide the relationship she shared with their daughter, for Alex was sensible enough to know having a smart, good-looking wife helped him in business and a divorce would be a mess. None of their friends or colleagues would have believed Gina and Claire were lovers anyway, they were very discreet. So, Alex just retreated to his Den and slept there most nights. Once they got past the initial bitterness, her parents began speaking again and a sense of calm reigned over their home again.

Claire opened her daughter's suitcase and took out a very pretty piece of gold and black lace lingerie. "Well, this is very pretty little outfit -- just why did you bring  this  along, hmm?"

"We're going to be here for 2 weeks Mom -- sharing a room and a bed; you think I'm not going to want to fuck you? You like it?"

"It's lovely darling, but don't you think your Uncle might here us?"

"Didn't you say he's a sound sleeper? We'll just have to be quiet, hey, do I hear a fire crackling? Let's go, you know I love a fire!"

"Gina, cover yourself ... Gina, dammit, get back here!"

Gina hadn't discussed her plans for the upcoming week with her Mom, which was odd, for they normally held nothing back -- but she'd decided a week or so back that she wanted her first guy-fuck to be with Uncle B. No other male even close to matching him for rugged good looks and she knew her sexuality was just too far advanced for a boy. Brent had a raging fire going and looked up to see his pretty niece, clad in just a towel. He could hear his sister yelling after her.

"I think your mother is calling you, young lady," Brent said, trying not to notice his daughter-niece's long legs and obvious curves under the snug towel. He could hear the tone in Claire's voice and knew she was furious at her -- their -- daughter.

"I can hear her Uncle B -- Uncle B, are you looking at me?" Gina asked coyly, knowing full well he was. This was part of her master plan this weekend -- to bring them all together so the coming week could be a  cumming  week.

"You are hard to ignore in that, sugar," Brent smiled, seeing some of the similarities to her mother. His cock stirred, but he was fairly certain he'd get that taken care of by Claire a bit later on. He threw another log on the fire as Gina stretched out on the rug in front of it, just as her mother entered the room.

Claire tried to calm herself down. "Gina, you really should go get changed -- it isn't right, you being out here like that."

Gina just looked over at her mother, back at her uncle and said "I don't think Uncle B minds, Mom."

Brent smiled a goofy grin, then saw his sister's scowl. "Young lady, you are practically naked and ..."

"Oh, is that what's bugging you, Mom? No problem." Gina stood up, threw off the towel and her full body was now on display. "Now I'm  totally  naked -- problem solved."

Claire's jaw just dropped, she was torn between the urge to laugh or tan her daughter's ass -- but knowing the naughty little slut, she'd probably get off on it. Brent just stood there, dumbfounded.

Gina did a spin, showing off her body -- it was almost that of a sex goddess, perfect in every detail. Long, sleek cyclist's legs, tapering into perfect calves -- even her feet were sexy. If you looked up, her pussy was shaved and her stomach flat and taut. She had her mother's tits and Brent saw his own green eyes looking back at him. She had Claire's soft, kissable full lips and impish smile, but her hair was jet-black, like Brent's had been before it had begun graying. Her nose was a cute little pug, unlike his or his sister's, but like her grandmother's.

"Uncle B, what do you think? Is your niece a sex-kitten, or what?" Brent just nodded as she walked over to him and kissed him sweetly, then returned to her place in front of the fire. It illuminated her sexy body and the flames danced and painted a sexy little mosaic all over her prone form.

Brent whispered to his sister "Is she trying to ...?"

Claire whispered back "I think so. She really is a little ..." then she stopped as Gina stood before them.

"Why do you two always stop talking when I'm in the room. It's ..." Gina stood back.

She had seen it. She was looking at them both at the same time, seen his face and eyes, her mother's mouth and the pieces had all come together. She had seen all those components mixed together -- in her  own mirror . Gina was struck dumb.

"Y-you're my ..." The words wouldn't come.

Brent sighed and her mother nodded. Gina literally fell over and landed on the carpet in front of the fire with a dull thud.

"Uncle B is really  Daddy  B. Shit -- holy shit. Why didn't you guys ever tell me?"

"Right Gina, what should I have said?  Oh, by the way Gina, I've been fucking your mother for years and we weren't always careful and you happened ? You have a great father, in most ways, we didn't want to ruin that. It wouldn't exactly be something you just say outright, now would it?" Brent said in a stern tone.

Gina was angry and wasn't going to be outdone. "I guess not. It isn't like me saying  hey, Uncle B  -- sorry,  Daddy  B -- Mom and I have been having a lesbian affair for over a year now, now would it ?"

Now it was Gina and Brent's turn to be rocked off their heels. Gina hadn't expected her daughter to share their intimate secret, Brent had been bowled over by the revelation his sister and niece liked women -- each other. The brother and sister both sat down on the plush leather sofa, both looking at their naked daughter, trying to come to terms with the revelations that had just unfolded.

"Well, this sure as hell is going to be an interesting week, isn't it?" Brent laughed nervously.

"I would say that, yes," Claire smiled, looking at her daughter who was still slightly red. It was passing though, she could see Gina's wheels turning.

Gina said "I was trying to seduce you, you know?" Brent smiled as his daughter reclined in front of the fire yet again. She was a totally striking beauty, combining the best of his features and her mother's. She stretched out a bit. "I want you ...  Daddy ... and later on, I was going to let you catch mother and I ... or have her catch us, wasn't sure. This just moves my plans up a bit. You're going to be my first -- Daddy -- and Mom, stop giving me that look there isn't a damned thing you can do about it."

Gina had their undivided attention. "We have a whole weekend to get intimate -- to fuck our brains out and be as noisy as we want, then we can fuck outdoors. I've always wanted to fuck by the lake, we're going to do that and more. Now c'mere Daddy and eat my pussy while I lick Mom -- time for us to get this show on the road."

Brent had given up any qualms he had regarding incest years ago after he'd begun fucking his sister. He moved down between his daughter's long legs, spread them wide and began to use his tongue to pleasure her. Gina moaned -- his technique was a lot like her Mom's, he was slow and deliberate and sensual. She felt her mother's familiar cunt lowering to her mouth and she grabbed her ass and began to feast on her wildly. It had all come to fruition a lot sooner than she had planned, but that was a-okay with her!

Claire couldn't believe how fast this had all happened -- but there was no question that watching her brother eat her -- their -- daughter's pussy was a kinky, depraved, sexy sight. She knew how good his tongue was -- and how good Gina's was -- and shuddered at the lewd thought of seeing her baby girl suck cock for the first time. The fire crackled and snapped behind them as Gina's tongue shot deep into her cunt and devoured her pussy. There seemed to be an extra bit of hunger there tonight -- as if having an audience was inspiring her baby girl or if knowing she was going to be fucked very soon was making her mad with lust. Either way, Gina's tongue was really going to work on Claire's snatch.

Brent was still reeling from the news that his sister and Gina were not only bi, but bi together. Seeing Gina eat Claire's pussy was really hot -- but what he wanted right now was to have Gina suck his cock. He moved from between her thighs, she mewled in protest.

"Come on baby, I want you to suck my cock. Suck  Daddy , you nasty little slut -- Claire, you eat our daughter's pussy. We might as well push the envelope, right?" Claire nodded in agreement, hungry for some sweet, juicy, girl-cunt. Claire had a secret she had kept from both her brother and daughter -- Gina was not her first female lover, she and Miranda had shared a few drunken nights when their respective husbands were away. It was a shame Miranda and Brent were splitting up, she would have loved to share her daughter with her drop-dead gorgeous aunt.

"Oh God Mom -- I can't believe this is happening -- fuck, look at that cock, you lucky bitch, getting to fuck that ... I've got to have it!" Gina exclaimed, stroking it reverently. Brent twitched a bit, but he knew he had to be patient -- Gina licked it a few times, then down her mouth went, back up, back down -- the girl was a natural.

Her dark hair flailed about as Gina sucked Brent's thick cudgel. She was loving it -- she was now a confirmed cocksucker, she saw her Mom give her the "Thumb's Up" before she went down between Gina's long legs and began eating pussy. Gina almost hoped it would rain for the entire week -- a menu of non-stop family sex didn't seem so bad.

Brent was trying to think of ways not to cum -- he was lucky his soon-to-be ex was a wildcat in the bedroom, so he had attained tremendous self-control. He wasn't divorcing Miranda over their sex life -- they were just so different and out of the bedroom, she seemed totally indifferent. He wanted someone who was full of the passion of living all the time -- like his sister, like his -- daughter. Her deft little tongue whipped around his cock and he knew he was going to want to fuck her as often as time would allow.

"Baby -- I think you've teased your poor Daddy enough -- look at that nice big cock, you're going to fuck it -- it will be in you and you'll be a  slut , just like Mommy -- do you want it darling, do you want that?" Claire purred.

"Yes Mom, oh Yes, fuck me Daddy, give me that cock!" Gina cried out. She no sooner had done that then her uncle-father was in her -- he had moved in so quickly, there was barely enough time for pain to register. All the dark-haired teen could feel was pure, gentle erotic bliss and the joy of being a woman at last. Her mother's hands found her tits and her lips nuzzled Gina's neck as she surrendered her virginity to her Uncle / Daddy B.

She seemed to have all the right moves, Brent thought ... his daughter was as sexual as both of them, she'd inherited his and Claire's unabashed hedonism. He looked at his sister, who winked back and enjoyed the loving attentions of her family. Brent grinned and thought that if it rained all week, he was fairly sure he and the girls could find something with which to occupy their time. 



Cabin Fever Ch. 01



Brad Clark pulled into his driveway at four o'clock on Thursday afternoon. He and his wife were going up north to close the family cabin for the season. The cabin had been in the family for many years, handed down from Brad's grandparents to his parents and now to him and his younger sister.

Brad and his wife Lisa were meeting his sister Wendy, and her husband Kevin. The four of them would make the journey together. They planned the trip weeks ago and Brad was looking forward to spending the extended weekend with his sister and her husband.

Lisa and Brad met in high school. They dated through their senior year, falling in love with each other. While they were dating, Lisa introduced her brother to Brad's younger sister at a family party. They began dating and became a couple.

In the second year of his carpenter apprenticeship, Brad married Lisa. Two years later, their siblings married each other. Since then, the two couples spent a lot of time together. All four of them enjoyed the other's company and seldom argued.

"Hi, Lisa, I'm home, Honey," Brad yelled as he walked into the house. He went to the bedroom when he didn't find his wife in the kitchen or living room of their small ranch house.

"Why are you dressed for work? We have to pick up your brother and my sister in half hour," Brad said. 

"Hi, sweetie. They called me into the hospital. One of the nurses had an accident and I have to work all weekend. You'll have to go without me this time," Lisa said as she attached her name badge to her white uniform. "I'm sorry. I'm going to miss going. It's always so pretty at the cabin this time of year."

"Christ, couldn't they get anyone else to fill in? We planned this trip weeks ago." Brad sat on the edge of the bed. 

"I know. I'm so disappointed. I wish I didn't have to work, but you know I don't have enough seniority to bump anyone."

"I'll call Wendy and Kevin. Maybe we can do it next weekend so we can all go," Brad told his wife.

"That would be wonderful except I'm scheduled next weekend too," Lisa reminded him.

Brad nodded. He didn't want to leave his wife home, but if he didn't close the cabin for the winter this weekend, it may be a few weeks before he would be able to winterize it. The closer to November it became the greater risk of the pipes freezing.

"Please don't be angry with me. I can't help it," Lisa said as she gave her husband a hug. "You'll have a good time with Wendy and Kevin. Tell them I miss them," Lisa said and then she kissed Brad.

"This sucks, Lisa. I want you to call in and tell them you can't work," Brad was becoming upset. He held his five foot five wife against his body, feeling her small breasts press into his chest. Brad stood six one and was able to rest his chin on top of her head.

"I can't, Brad. I have to work this weekend. I may have to work doubles," Lisa said. She rose up, kissed him, and smiled. "I promise I'll make it up to you, baby."

Feeling upset with his wife, he told her goodbye. Brad grabbed his suitcase and left for his sister and brother's house. After tossing his suitcase into the trunk of his car, he drove the half mile to his sister's house. Brad didn't see Kevin's truck parked in the driveway and wondered why.

Brad walked in the front door of the house and saw his sister sitting on the couch with her suitcase near her. When Wendy saw her brother, she got up and grabbed her bag.

"Let's go, Brad. Kevin isn't going with us this trip. He called a few minutes ago to tell me he had to work all weekend. Something about finishing a house he's been working on," Wendy said with a huff. Kevin was a carpenter and often worked weekends.

When Brad furrowed his brow, Wendy said, "What's the matter?"

"Lisa was called into the hospital. She can't go either," Brad said.

"I don't care. Let's go, we can close the cabin and come home early. This is supposed to be a great weekend. Warm days and cool nights," Wendy said as she scrawled a note for her husband.

"Um, aren't you going to change your clothes?" Brad asked.

"Why, what's wrong with what I'm wearing? I haven't changed since I got home from work a few minutes ago. I can change when we get to the cabin."

Brad looked at his sister's pleated skirt and white blouse. Shrugging his shoulders, he picked up Wendy's suitcase. She locked the house as Brad put the bag in the trunk.

Wendy and Brad left for the interstate facing a two and a half hour trip. While Brad drove, his sister sat in silence. She stared out the side window, fuming because her husband had to work. An hour into the drive, Brad asked Wendy if she was hungry. She said she was so he pulled off the highway.

"Is everything okay, Wendy? You haven't said three words since we left your house," Brad said.

"I'm sorry. I'll try to be better company. I'm just upset with Kevin. He knew how much I was looking forward to this trip. Because of his job we've only been up north twice this year," Wendy said.

"Lisa and I have been up there a few times, but she's been putting in a lot of hours too," Brad said.

Brad and Wendy finished their meal. They left the restaurant and headed for the cabin. Before they arrived, Brad stopped at a small grocery store to pick up the food he and his sister would need for the weekend. Brad pushed the cart up and down the aisles and Wendy put food in it. When they reached the beverage aisle, Wendy added several bottles of wine and two bottles of booze.

They arrived at the secluded cabin and Brad and Wendy carried the food and bags inside. Brad started the hot water heater and furnace while his sister put the food away.

Brad started a fire in the fireplace and settled on the couch. Wendy poured wine for them and joined him. They talked about the tasks they would have to complete before leaving for home. At nine thirty, Brad decided to call his wife to tell her he was sorry for the way he acted.

Wendy told her brother to forget it, but he shook his head. Brad went to the kitchen and dialed the number to the nurses' station at the hospital. After talking to the person that answered the phone for a moment, he slammed down the receiver. Brad dialed home, but didn't receive an answer.

"Something's going on. Lisa isn't scheduled to work like she said she was," Brad said as he picked up his wine and downed the contents of the glass. He went back to the kitchen and picked up a bottle of whiskey. Brad poured some of the amber liquid into a glass and drank it in one gulp. After pouring more into the glass, Brad went outside to stand on the porch.

Wendy walked outside, stood behind her brother, and put her arms around his waist. "I'm sure there's an explanation for this, Brad. Why don't you try calling home again?"

Brad nodded. He went back inside, but instead of calling home, he called a friend that lived across the street from his house. While he was talking, Wendy came into the room. Brad said goodbye and handed the phone to his sister.

"Call your house. I'll bet there's no one home," Brad said.

"How do you know?" Wendy asked.

"Your husband's truck is parked in my driveway. So is Lisa's car. They're at my house," Brad said.

Wendy dialed her house. After holding the phone to her ear for several minutes, she hung up. She took the glass of booze from her brother and drank most of it. Tears ran down her cheeks. Wendy sobbed slightly and handed the empty glass back to Brad.

Brad hugged his sister for a moment. She sniffled and then said, "I'm going to bed." Wendy turned around, leaving her brother standing in the kitchen. Brad was going to have another drink, but decided against it. He knew it wouldn't help to get drunk so he went to bed.

A strange feeling between his legs brought Brad out of his deep slumber. Looking down, he saw his naked sister kneeling between his legs. Wendy bobbed her head up and down on his rigid cock. When she noticed her brother was awake, Wendy moved up and impaled herself on Brad's dick. She felt her pussy stretch to accept his long thick shaft and moaned.

"What are you doing?" Brad asked as he felt his cock enveloped by his sister's warm pussy.

"If my husband can fuck his sister, I can fuck my brother! I'm getting even with that son of a bitch!" Wendy said as she wiggled against Brad. 

Wendy moved up and down. She started slowly, but increased her tempo until she slammed herself down on her startled brother. Not knowing what else to do, Brad gripped Wendy's hips. He pushed up, meeting her thrusts with his own. Wendy started to cry but didn't stop fucking Brad. She put her hands on her brother's chest, sobbing as she fucked him. Brad moved his hands to her chest, mauling Wendy's jiggling breasts.

"Pinch my nipples," Wendy begged.

Brad trapped his sister's nipples between his fingers and thumb. He rolled them while applying pressure. Wendy groaned and increased the speed of her pounding. Brad felt his orgasm building. He told Wendy he was going to cum, but she didn't stop moving. He started to shoot his semen into her and Wendy slammed her crotch down and screeched. Like her brother, she was lost in a climax.

Wendy fell forward, resting her head on her brother's shoulder, and sobbed softly. Brad rubbed her sweaty back to comfort her. The reality of what they had done began to sink in for Brad. He tried to feel guilty for having sex with his sister, but couldn't. Wendy rolled off her brother. She curled up in a fetal position with her back to Brad. He rolled on his side facing her back and put his arm over her quivering body.

Brad felt his sister's breathing change, signaling she was asleep. He continued to hold her as he thought about what had taken place. Brad justified the act by blaming it on the booze and the belief their spouses were having an affair.

****

"Are you awake?" Wendy said as she rubbed her brother's chest.

Brad opened his eyes, looking up at Wendy's smiling face. "Yeah, I'm awake. Are you okay?"

Wendy leaned over. She pressed her lips against Brad's, kissing him tenderly. Brad moved his hand to her arm and stroked her. The tender kiss became passionate when Wendy opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against his lips. Brad accepted her tongue, flicking his against it.

Pulling her mouth off her brother's, Wendy smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?"

Nodding, Brad said, "Do you feel better? Do you feel like you got even?"

Wendy chuckled as she shook her head. "I'm not concerned about getting even, not anymore. Brad, why haven't we done this before?"

"Maybe because it's incest," Brad said.

"Who gives a fuck? That was one of the best fucks I've ever had. I have been lying here for an hour trying to be pissed off at Kevin and Lisa, but I can't, not because they are having sex. I am pissed about the lies."

"We don't know for sure that they're having an affair with each other, do we?" Brad asked as his hand moved to one of his sister's breasts. He gently massaged her, noting how much larger her breasts were than Lisa's.

"No, but if they aren't, maybe they should. I know one thing for sure, I'm not going to stop loving you or fucking you," Wendy said. She moved her right hand to Brad's cock and began to stroke him.

Chuckling, Brad said, "What am I going to do with you, Sis?"

"Anything you want to, Brad. Right now, I'm going to have breakfast," Wendy said with a grin. She moved down and took his cock between her lips. Brad moaned as his sister swiped her tongue over the head of his cock. She looked up into his eyes and took his member deep in her mouth.

Wendy removed his cock from her mouth. She grinned and said, "Does Lisa suck your cock for you?"

"Once in a while," Brad said.

"Can she do this?" Wendy put her open mouth over his cock. She lowered her head until his dick slipped into the throat. Rubbing her nose in his pubic hair, Wendy moaned. She pulled her head up, letting his prick pop out of her mouth.

"Hell no, she gags when she gets half of it in her mouth. I'll bet Kevin loves that!"

"Kevin doesn't like oral sex. He lets me suck him every so often, but he won't cum in my mouth. He doesn't eat my pussy either," Wendy said.

"Well I do! I'll eat you until you scream," Brad said.

"Not until I taste your cum." Wendy returned her mouth to his cock. She started to bob her head slowly, taking more each time she lowered her head. Wendy held his balls in her hand while she took him deep in her throat. When she felt that Brad was going to ejaculate, Wendy slowed down. She savored the feeling of her brother's prick in her mouth and against her tongue.

Brad moved his hips, pushing his cock into Wendy's throat. She groaned around his prick, sending vibrations through his entire body. When he came, Wendy backed off so only the helmet shaped head of his cock was between her lips. She moaned as several shots of hot semen blasted against the inside of her mouth. Brad's cock stopped pulsing and she took him deep again. After a moment, Wendy removed her mouth and swirled his cum around with her tongue, relishing the taste and texture.

"Mmmm, that was delicious," Wendy said as she licked her puffy lips.

Brad pulled his sister up and gave her a kiss. He could taste his semen, but ignored it. He swiped her lips with his tongue and then pushed it into her mouth. They kissed for a few moments before Brad pushed Wendy on her back. He moved down between her legs, picked them up, hooked them over his shoulders, and pushed his face against her pussy. Using his tongue, he parted her blonde pubic hair and licked the length of her labia.

Wendy began to moan as her brother sucked her clit. He flicked his tongue against the nubbin, causing his sister's body to jerk and vibrate. Brad slipped a finger into her pussy while teasing her clit. Wendy thrashed around on the bed, urging her brother on. As she approached her orgasm, Wendy felt Brad's thumb against her anus. She let out a screech when his thumb pushed past the tight ring of muscle and penetrated her rectum. The sensation was more that Wendy could stand and she came. Her body stiffened and her toes curled as her pussy contracted.

"Oh shit that was good!" Wendy said while her brother kissed her thighs. She bent at the waist, reaching for Brad. "Come up here and kiss me, baby."

Brad moved up his sister's body. He hovered over her for a moment and then placed his lips against hers. Wendy sucked his tongue into her mouth and returned the kiss.

"I have to piss," Brad said as he rolled out of bed. Wendy watched her brother's firm ass as he walked out of the room. A moment later, she followed him.

Brad smiled when his sister came into the bathroom. He finished at the toilet and Wendy sat down. Once she finished, they got into the shower together. They took turns washing one another and made comments about the times they bathed together when they were children. Wendy played with his cock and balls as she coated them with soap. Brad washed his sister's breasts and pussy, kissing her as his hands moved over her.

"Honey, that was the first time anyone touched my asshole like that," Wendy said with a chuckle as she dried herself.

"Hmmm, a virgin," Brad replied and then he laughed.

Wendy nodded and grinned. "Have you ever done that? You know, fucked Lisa in the butt?"

"Nope, she doesn't like me touching her back there. Did you like it?"

"It was different. I'll let you know whether I like it or not next time," Wendy said. "Let's have breakfast."

"That sounds good to me. Are you going to get dressed?" Brad asked.

"Yup, I want you to undress me later," Wendy replied.

Brad and Wendy cooked bacon and eggs for breakfast. While they sat at the table, they talked about what they needed to do that day.

"You know, I used to try to peek at you when we were younger," Brad said with a smile.

"I know. I used to let you sometimes."

"Did you ever think about having sex with me? I used to play with myself thinking about you," Brad said.

Wendy smiled and nodded. "I did the same thing. Brad, I'm not sorry we had sex and I don't feel guilty at all."

"Neither do I. What are we going to do when we get home?" Brad asked.

Shrugging her shoulders, Wendy said, "I don't know and I don't want to think about it. We have this weekend to do whatever we want to do."

After taking care of the dishes, Brad and Wendy went out on the porch. The morning air had a slight chill to it, but it wasn't cold. Moving behind his sister, Brad put his arms around her. He covered her breasts with both hands, gently massaging them through her tee shirt and bra. Wendy leaned her head back against his shoulder. They looked at the colorful trees, commenting on how peaceful it was. Brad put his hands under his sister's tee shirt. He played with her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through the thin material of her bra.

"I guess I shouldn't have worn the bra," Wendy said as she wiggled her bottom against Brad's growing cock.

Brad moved his hands to the front clasp of his sister's bra. He released it and fondled her bare breasts.

"You have great tits, Sis," Brad said as he kissed her neck. "You have a great everything."

"Thank you. You're pretty sexy yourself." Wendy moaned and reached behind her. She rubbed his cock through his jeans and sighed. "Your cock is the biggest one I've ever had. Kevin's is nice, but not as nice as yours."

Moving his hands down her body, Brad unsnapped Wendy's shorts. He pushed them down over her hips and rubbed her pussy. Wendy moaned as her brother diddled her clit with one finger.

"I want to fuck you again, Sis," Brad whispered in Wendy's ear.

"What's stopping you?"

Brad released his cock, pushed Wendy's shorts down to her ankles, and pressed against her back. She bent forward, grabbing the railing of the porch, and waited for her brother to enter her. Brad rubbed his cock head against her pussy and then pushed it into her. Wendy let out a grunt as his hips hit her ass. He gripped his sister's hips and began to move.

Wendy pushed back and Brad pushed forward. The siblings quickly developed a rhythm, moving in unison. Brad reached around Wendy's body with his right hand and started strumming her clit. She moaned and threw her head back.

"Oh yeah, that's the way. Fuck me, Brad. I need you to shove your cock deep in my pussy. You're going to make me cum, baby. Keep going, keep fucking me," Wendy chanted.

Brad grabbed his sister's hair with his left hand. Pulling her head back, he kissed her roughly. Wendy responded to the kiss, shoving her tongue into her brother's mouth. She began to cum, twisting her head away and letting out a mournful cry. Brad's cock swelled in her pussy and began spewing semen into her.

Wendy moved away from Brad. She bent at the waist and took his slick cock in her mouth. Brad held her head while she sucked him clean. She stood up and Brad pulled her to him. They stood on the porch with their pants around their ankles and their arms around each other.

"I can't remember the last time I had so much fun fucking," Brad said. "You are one hot little girl."

Grinning, Wendy said, "I'm not a little girl. I'm twenty two, only two years younger than you."

Brad moved his head so he could look into Wendy's eyes. "You're my little girl. Wendy, I love you."

"I love you too, Brad," Wendy said and then she gave him a kiss. "We should get the raft on to shore today."

Brad laughed. "We're standing here with our pants down and you're thinking about the raft!"

"I'm thinking of you fucking me on the raft," Wendy replied.

"I need a little time to recoup. You're going to wear me out," Brad said with a chuckle.

"That's the idea, baby! I'm going to suck and fuck you until you can't walk."

"How about your pretty pussy, isn't that going to get sore too?"

"If it does, I'll use my mouth. If my jaw aches, I'll jack you off," Wendy said and then she laughed. "I feel like I'm eighteen again!"




Cabin Fever Ch. 01



Brad and Wendy pulled their pants up. He went to the shed to get the mower and Wendy went inside to start cleaning. Brad finished cutting the grass by noon. Wendy came outside wearing her bikini. She gave her brother a glass of whiskey and water with ice, toasting him with her drink.

"It's getting hot, Brad. Let's go out and lie on the raft for a little while. We can go swimming and then bring the raft in," Wendy said.

Brad changed into his trunks. He and Wendy waded out to the raft, holding their towels above their heads to keep them dry. They also carried their drinks and a bottle of baby oil. Wendy climbed up the ladder and Brad watched her ass. He climbed on the raft and his sister handed him the bottle of baby oil.

"Would you put some oil on me, please?" Wendy asked. She removed her bikini before stretching out on a towel on her back, smiling up at Brad.

Brad began coating his sister's naked body with the slippery oil. She moaned as he massaged her breasts with his slick hands. Wendy smiled and told her brother to take off his trunks. They took turns smearing oil on each other. He started to rub the oil on her ass while she covered his cock with the substance. Smiling at his sister, Brad slipped a finger into her anus.

Wendy moaned as Brad slowly probed her rectum with his finger. She moved onto her hands and knees so he could get his finger deeper into her ass. Brad added a second finger and she gripped his cock tighter.

"Oh my God that feels so good, Brad," Wendy said with a groan.

Brad moved his other hand between her legs and started to rub her pussy. Wendy wiggled her hips, trying to enhance the contact. Moving behind his sister, Brad began rubbing his cock between the cheeks of her up turned ass. She lowered her upper body to the deck of the raft and waited for what she knew was coming. When she felt the head of Brad's cock against her anus, Wendy tried to relax.

"This might hurt you, baby. Tell me if it does and I'll stop," Brad said.

"Okay, but I want you in there. I want you to fuck my virgin ass," Wendy said.

Brad pressed his cock against her puckered anus. Wendy pushed back, feeling the pressure of the intruder. His cock popped through her sphincter causing her to yelp. Brad stopped for a moment so she could adjust to his cock. She began to push back and he pushed forward. Moving slowly, Brad worked his cock into his sister's bowels. Gripping Wendy's hips, Brad sank his entire dick deep into her ass.

"You're so fucking tight, Wendy! It feels like my cock is in a vice," Brad said as he held himself deep in her rectum.

"I feel like you're splitting me in two. God I love it! I'm ready for you to fuck me whenever you are, Brad," Wendy said as she looked back at her brother.

Brad began to move. Slowly at first, but soon he was sliding his prick in and out of his sister's tight ass. She fingered herself and begged him to do it harder. Brad's hips slapped the cheeks of her ass when he shoved forward. Each time he did, Wendy let out a throaty grunt and pushed back, matching his rhythm.

Wendy diddled her clit, causing her to come. Brad felt her rectum clamp his cock as his sister's orgasm ripped through her. Unable to hold back, he pumped his semen into her bowels. The siblings grunted and groaned as they came together. When Brad could no longer support himself, he fell against Wendy's back. She lowered her body to the raft while Brad remained connected to her. He pulled out slowly, feeling her rectum gripping his cock. Brad rolled on his back and sighed in exhaustion.

Rolling onto her side, Wendy rubbed her brother's chest. She grinned at him and said, "That was amazing! I never knew I'd like getting butt fucked that much."

"It was hot, that's for sure."

"I'm going to go for a swim. You should too. Your cock is all greasy. I love you, but I'm not going to suck your prick after it's been in my ass. At least not until you wash it."

Brad and Wendy jumped into the lake. They swam around for a few moments and then Wendy started stroking Brad's flaccid cock. "We should have brought a bar of soap with us."

"I didn't know we were going to have anal sex," Brad said.

Wendy laughed and said, "I did!"

Brad tied the buoy to the chain holding the raft so they would be able to find it in the spring. Together, Brad and Wendy pushed the raft toward shore. When they had it against the bank, they got out of the water. They remained naked while Brad winched the raft onto shore.

With the raft secured, Brad and Wendy gathered their things and headed to the cabin. They took a shower together and then went out to the living room. Snuggling on the couch, Wendy looked up at her brother.

"Why don't we ever use the cabin in the winter?" Wendy asked.

"I don't know, we just never have, baby. Why do you ask?" Brad replied.

Wendy pressed her breasts against her brother's arm. She stroked his damp hair and then kissed his ear. "Could we keep the cabin open all winter?"

"If we left the heat on so the pipes didn't freeze we could. Would you like to come up here in the winter?"

"Yeah, I'd like to get naked and lie on the floor in front of a roaring fire with you. We can fuck our brains out all night and then fall asleep together," Wendy said as she stretched up to kiss Brad.

"Want me to build a fire for tonight?" Brad asked his sister with a grin.

"You bet I do! I'll start dinner in a few minutes."

Wendy fixed dinner and Brad built a fire in the fireplace. They ate and drank wine while sitting on the floor. After eating, they cleaned the kitchen together.

"This is so nice," Wendy said as she snuggled against her brother. "I wonder what Kevin and Lisa are doing right now."

Brad sat up and looked at his sister. "What if we're wrong about them? Maybe they're not having sex."

"I've thought about that, Brad. I don't care if they are or aren't. I don't want to stop doing what we've been doing."

The telephone rang. Brad got up and answered it. After talking for a few minutes, he returned to the rug in front of the fireplace.

"That was Lisa. She wanted to know how things were going," Brad said to his sister. "I told her we were getting things done and that we'd be home late Sunday."

Fifteen minutes later, the telephone rang again. Wendy chuckled as she got up and said, "Now I wonder who that could be." She answered the telephone and said hello to her husband. After a brief conversation, Wendy hung up. Before returning to her brother, she dialed the code to find out the number the call came from.

"Kevin called from your house. I guess we can figure out why," Wendy said as she sat next to her brother.

"Let's not think about it, sweetie," Brad said.

Brad and Wendy began kissing. They stretched out next to each other and ran their hands over one another's bodies. While they kissed and touched, the mood changed. The sex they had up until then had been wild and carefree. Now, they were taking their time and enjoying each other.

Kissing his sister's neck, Brad flicked his tongue against her skin. Wendy rubbed the back of his head and guided his mouth to the places she wanted him to kiss her. He massaged her breasts and teased her nipples until they were hard and throbbing. Brad kissed and licked his way to the tops of her breasts, then moved his mouth to Wendy's mouth. They kissed tenderly and then passionately. Brad's tongue searched the inside of his sister's mouth and Wendy's tongue responded.

Once again, Brad's kisses traveled down Wendy's body. She moaned as he covered her breast with his mouth and suckled her nipple. Brad gently bit her nipple with his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. He moved from her right breast to the left, paying equal attention to each one.

Wendy wiggled against her brother, trying to increase the amount of contact her body had with his. She moaned, holding his head against her chest while he suckled her breasts. Brad stroked her stomach, moving his hand to her mons. Wendy spread her legs, groaning when Brad's finger entered her hot pussy.

"Oh yeah, finger fuck me, Brad! I love that," Wendy said as he pumped his finger in and out of her pussy. He added a second finger and Wendy squealed. "Turn around. I want to suck your cock while you play with my pussy."

Brad flipped around so his rigid cock was even with his sister's head. Wendy gripped him gently and licked the pre come from the end of his throbbing prick. Brad moved his head between Wendy's legs and flattened his tongue against her, licking the entire length of her pussy.

"Your pussy is so sweet. I can't get enough of it," Brad said between kisses on her clit.

Wendy removed her mouth from his cock and said, "Eat me, Brad. I can't get enough of that." She took his cock back in her mouth, moaning when Brad sucked her clit.

Brad and Wendy brought each other to the edge several times. They slowed down each time, trying to prolong the wonderful sensations they felt. Finally, they came at the same time. Brad's cock sent several strong spurts of cum into his sister's mouth while she flooded his mouth with pussy juice. When they were both sated, they remained close with their heads near each other's crotches. They kissed and licked one another for several minutes before Brad turned around.

Wendy kissed Brad with an open mouth. Their tongues danced together, each tasting the other. They took a short break, drinking wine and smiling at one another. Neither of them needed words to express their feelings.

Brad and Wendy went to bed. They made love slowly, changing positions several times before reaching a mutual orgasm. When they came, Wendy was on all fours with her brother behind her. They fell into one another's arms and fell asleep.

****

The next morning, Brad woke his sister by crawling between her legs and licking her pussy. Wendy held his head against her crotch and moaned. Brad drilled his fingers into her pussy and nibbled her clit until she came with a loud scream.

In the shower, Wendy sucked Brad's cock. She bobbed her head on his prick while fondling his balls. When he was ready to cum, Wendy removed his cock from her mouth and pumped it until his semen sprayed her face and breasts.

Before getting dressed, the siblings fucked. Wendy sat on the edge of the bed while Brad stood between her legs and shoved his cock into her hot wet pussy. Wendy kicked her legs while watching her brother's prick sliding in and out of her. After coming in her pussy, Brad watched his sister suck his cock clean.

"I think we should head home today instead of tomorrow," Brad said. "I think we need to confront Kevin and Lisa."

"What are we going to do, ask them if they're fucking?" Wendy asked.

"I don't know. I'm sure we'll think of something by the time we get home," Brad replied.

Brad and Wendy spent the day cleaning the cabin and getting it ready for the winter. They stopped to fuck and then packed the car. For the trip home, Wendy slipped a short dress on over her naked body and told her brother she was going to have some fun while he drove.

On the ride home, Wendy sat next to Brad in the front seat. She flashed her bare pussy and breasts for him. As soon as it was dark, she took out his cock and gave Brad a blowjob. Brad diddled his sister's pussy while he drove. She came twice before they reached the street Brad and Lisa lived on.

"Look, Kevin's truck is in the drive," Wendy said.

"I figured it would be. They don't expect us until tomorrow. I have an idea," Brad said.

Brad parked his car a few houses away from his house. He and Wendy got out and made their way into the backyard. Moving quietly, they peeked into the windows to see what their spouses were doing.

Kevin and Lisa were in the bedroom. Looking through the window, Brad and Wendy watched them. Kevin and Lisa were naked and engaged in a hot sixty-nine.

"Come with me," Brad whispered. "Let's surprise them."

Brad and Wendy went into the house. They moved quietly toward the bedroom and stepped into the room. Trying to remain silent, Brad and Wendy watched Kevin and Lisa. After watching for several moments, Brad cleared his throat.

"Having a good time?" Brad said aloud, causing Lisa to scream. Kevin saw his wife and brother standing near the bed. The naked siblings looked at Brad and Wendy while they tried to cover themselves.

To be continued...



Cabin Fever Ch. 02



Sunday 

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This town was just the back of beyond and so strict. There was no way Kay would ever get her hands on a dildo and she ached to try one. However, when she thought of it she had a sense of guilt. When talking with Donny and Matt about masturbation the other night, dildos were mentioned; Matts cousin Rachel had one. Kay hadn't said she wanted one but she may have shown more than a passing interest. She was sure Donny had picked up on this. Unlike Kay Rachel lived on an army base near a large city, so could probably buy one and hide it easily: Kay didn't feel she could, or should. There was certainly nowhere in town she could buy one. If she wanted one she would have to go to a city or order it on the internet, but even that was fraught with danger. What if her parents found out, what their little girl was up to? She would feel so ashamed and disgraced that it wasn't worth it. She heard her mother calling her for lunch and with a forlorn sigh, went downstairs.

After her lunch Kay had some revision work ahead of the final exams of the semester. She retired to her room and began to pore over her books. By early evening Kay had begun thinking about Matt and Donny playing with their cocks, right in front of her. The pants she was wearing were the red ones Donny had cum in and they had known it; that was real sexy. Once more she resorted to 'Mr Carrot' for company. When she had finished it was in a sorry state and retired to the bedside cabinet. Feeling the soporific effect of post coital bliss, she fell back to sleep.

Kays mother went to see how she was, at about nine o'clock, but as Kay was still asleep, left her. On the way out, she spotted the distressed carrot and deciding that Kay must have finished with it. How odd she thought, chewing it without even peeling it. Shaking her head she took it downstairs.

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Just before midnight Kay awoke with a start. She switched on the bedside light. She looked around, her typical girls room, with posters of movie stars, CDs, books and even a china doll or two. There was a glass of water, on the bedside table, but no carrot. She jumped out of bed mortified. What if mum or dad found it? What would they think? She looked on the floor and under the bed, a picture in her night shirt, that just covered her underwear. As she pushed the bed gently back, it snagged on something, maybe the carpet. She had to push harder. The bed suddenly released jumped away and knocked a doll on the floor, with a crash. She held her breath. Moments later her mother burst into the room, in her nightgown followed closely by her father, in his striped pyjamas.

"What is it? What's happening?" Her mother was panic stricken. Kay lifted her hands to placate her.

"It's ok mum. A doll fell down that's all. Nothing to worry about." 

Her mother just looked at the skewed bed and Kay on the floor. 

"Have you lost something dear? You gave us quite a shock."

Kay flushed with embarrassment. Her father peered at her suspiciously.

"Yes? What is it? Rummaging around at all hours of the night." He frowned knitting his grey eyebrows and pouting under his moustache of the same hew.

She had to think quickly.

"I ...er ... I lost my mascot – my lucky ... gonk." She said. It was the best she could think of. "For the exam."

"A what? .... A gonk!" Her father was annoyed at being woken for such trivia. "A gonk! A lucky charm. Some pagan symbol. I don't know." His hand went to his hips. "It's hard work and study that will bring you luck not a lucky charm. Find it in the morning." 

Kays mother flashed a disapproving look at her husband, knowing the hard work Kay had put in to her studies. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, clamping his lips together and furrowing his brow. 

He turned toward the door and told them to leave it until the morning and get some sleep. Her mother bent and patted Kays head and mouthed 'there, there we'll find it, tomorrow. Don't worry." 

When they left Kay was so relieved. Sat on the floor she lay with her back to the bed and laughed quietly. She just couldn't believe it. The first day she'd tried something like this and she had almost been caught. The problem was she still hadn't found the carrot. She would have to be careful in future. Mmmm she surprised herself 'In future' so this is only the start, she thought.

Monday 

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Kay woke up, showered and began dressing. Today was the royal blue underwear set; She had to think of how to show it to the boys. She looked at the cotton patch which still had Matts (now dried) cum on it. She could smell it. It wasn't very hygienic but she decided to pull them on anyway. When she had snuggled them into place, she felt the familiar butterflies in the pit of her stomach, and pressed a finger down the slit of her vagina. The thought of Matts cum on her gusset really turned her on. She was wet feeling nervous and the excitement of anticipation, in equal measures. She looked at her firm breasts, wet a finger then ran it round and over her hardening nipples. They tingled and she also felt tingling between her legs. She went back down there with her hand but stopped, as her mother called her. 

She chose a knee length, white flowered, pleated dress, that flared out from the hip as she twirled. She finished off dressing with a short red woollen jacket, white ankle socks with a lace frill near the top and light brown, flat bottomed slip-on shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and the sleeves of her jacket came to mid forearm. She checked to ensure the dark panties didn't show through her dress and they didn't. However when she happened to have the window behind her, she could see through her dress the shape of her hips and legs. Well, she decided, somebody else's treat. She sprayed her Chanel perfume that dad had bought her on her neck and wrists, fastened her wrist watch, picked up her books and headed off to college.

When she arrived it was bright but fairly windy and she had to keep holding down her dress, with both hands. She had a lecture first thing, so rushed off to the lecture theatre. The early part of the morning was fairly boring as it was more or less revision that Kay had already done. She felt horny in the panties and lazily rocked her legs back and forth squeezing her tender love oyster. 

She looked around to see if there were any fit guys in the auditorium. She spotted one or two, particularly one with long brown hair who occasionally glanced at her and smiled. He was cute and had fine well kept, even teeth. She smiled back eventually and then limited her viewing to the odd glance as she didn't want to seem too desperate for his attention. She couldn't quite manage to cum but a had a warm tingling sensation between her legs.

After class she went to the library to study and sat on a high stool revising. Shortly after she arrived, the guy from class came in and catching her eye approached her. 

"How's it going?" He smiled. "Pretty boring this morning?" 

He was about six two and had a winning smile which revealed a dimple in his right cheek. Kay thought his ice-blue eyes were like deep pools sucking her in. He had an air of confidence about him. He was wearing a red lumberjack check shirt, jeans and boots. His shirt was open at the neck, so she could see some of the thick hair on his chest. He was wearing imitation dog-tags on a silver chain. She fel ashiver throughout her body.

"Yes it was boring, I'd already covered the work in my revision." She replied equally confidently. "How're you getting on, with your own study?"

He placed his books on the table and leaned with one hand on a chair, the other in his pocket. She glanced and could see he looked pretty well stacked, as he stood right foot pointing to the floor as his right leg bent behind his left, taking his weight. She lifted her eyes to his face, annoyed at herself for checking him out; which was only because of how sexy she was feeling.

"I've been working but could have done more. Anyway this is my last exam so I'm easing off, ready for the break coming up. Going to travel." His voice was deep and melodic and he made her feel comfortable.

They talked for a while and Kay warmed to him. His name was Rod and he was a real charmer. He asked for her e-mail address and if he could write whilst travelling. She agreed and eventually he had to leave to get something in town, for his travels. She thought he was a real hunk with a cute, firm, little butt. She reluctantly returned to her studies, until lunch time, though she was distracted.

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Kay headed across the college square toward the café area when she spotted Matt and Donny. They were in an arched corridor that opened onto the square. It was fairly quiet as most of the college was either at lunch or lectures. When only yards away from them the wind caught her dress and she deliberately made a poor attempt at keeping it down. Everything was on display. Matt and Donny and two other male students got full exposure. From her cute lacy white socks, up her shapely tanned legs, to the silky royal blue panties tightly covering her plump labial lips. She slowly got the dress under control and walked on to the café, without saying a word.

Donny and Matt turned to each other, eavesdropping on the two students.

"Did you see that? What a pair of legs." 

"I could see everything and I mean everything. I'm going to have wicked dreams. She'll definitely be starring in my wank tonight!"

They pushed each other making lewd gestures and walked off to class. 

"True to her word." Donny slapped Matt on the back, as they walked to the café. "If only they knew we'd both spunked in her panties and you in the ones she's wearing!"

In the large college cafeteria there were disorganised small tables everywhere. Tall and low coffee tables with some larger dining tables, all rearranged by talking or masticating students during several breaks throughout the day. There was a long counter at which lunch was served with an orderly queue, penned in by a steel bar. Kay was at the front of the queue as Donny and Matt entered. Kay was feeling hot. Partly because of Rod and because she had 'flashed' the spunky panties to the guys, including the two she didn't know. She got served and walked with her tray towards some friends. As she passed Donny and Matt she looked at them and without changing her pace said.

"Your turn boys." And continued walking.

Donny and Matt then remembered that they had to acknowledge seeing her panties, in the most daring way. As it was a competition, they could not confide in each other, so remained with their own deliberations. They got served and joined Kay with her friends. There was six of Kays class friends, four girls and two boys, hanging around talking at a high coffee table. They either stood or sat on tall metal and wood bar stools. As they talked Matt decided to offer his acknowledgement.

"I have a fetish about silky blue panties." 

They all turned and stared at him without a sound. Stunned. 

Kay went bright red and stared at him her eyes like daggers. They gave him the most peculiar looks and one or two of the girls edged away from him, shaking their heads. Suddenly they all fell about laughing. Donny who had been stood behind Kay decided to acknowledge her. He flipped out his dick and placed it in Kays hand. She flinched at first but then slowly gripped it and massaged it by the side of her right leg. She could feel the dribble of liquid on her fingers and made a mental note not to pick up a biscuit with that hand. They were stood near the wall toward the back of the room but the place was crowded and anybody could have seen his erection at anytime with only the slightest movement from either of them. It was exciting. 

"Matt - what are you talking about?" Asked one of the girls, who knew him well and was shocked.

"I er .. er just thought I'd come clean." He stumbled over his words, reddening realising how ridiculous he had made himself look. The girls looked raising their eyebrows or frowning at each other. They turned away and began talking. 

"Must be the strain of the exams." Said one. 

"Yes perhaps ... I'm just going to sit down over there." He pointed vaguely and started to move to a table in the middle of the room, pulling Donny with him. Donny tugged a napkin from his plate to cover his exposed erection and his coffee cup crashed onto the floor. Even though it was fairly noisy in the room a number of people turned to check out what was happening. Donny doubled over to pick up the cup and try to tuck himself in. 

Kays friends looked down upon Donny as he struggled with his trousers. All Donny could hear was whispering mixed with laugher. Kay was laughing aware of his discomfort, as he almost crawled after Matt to a low coffee table. Donny and Matt finished their lunch but not without some peculiar glances being cast at them.

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"That was hilarious." Kay was talking to Donny on the phone. She couldn't go to the cabin tonight as her exam was in the morning, so was catching up with them. "I have to say the pair of you made yourselves look ridiculous but funny as well. You were like a comedy double act."

Donny unlike Matt had gotten over the incident in the cafeteria.

"Well it was embarrassing but I think Matt was worse than me."

"Yes he was outrageous and he's set the girls wondering if he's flipped. " She continued. "But you were no better and if we'd been caught ...."

"So who wins then?" Donnys competitive spirit came to the fore.

"I really can't decide and will think about it. You're pretty even at the moment but there is the rest of the week."

"It's white tomorrow isn't it?" Donny enquired.

"It's my exam tomorrow. We'll have to see."

"You did promise." He mock chided her. "Oh and good luck by the way."

"As I said we'll see." She was more forceful this time, she was feeling stressed about the exam. "And thanks, by the way!"

"Do you want me to, you know what, in them, before you wear them."

"Donny!" She whispered chastising him but smiling. "What are you like?"

"I could .... collect them tonight and give them back in the morning. I could say it was a text book or something." Matt struggled as if he was having difficulty breathing. "Didn't you enjoy the experience of wearing panties that somebody had cum in? They'd be like a good luck charm."

She rolled her eyes at the thought of good luck charms and how her father had reacted last night. She had enjoyed the pleasure over the last two days, she found it so sexy, but she wasn't going to be easy. 

"I've got an exam. Do I need this distraction right now?" She asked sarcastically and then teased. "Anyway what would I wear until you gave me the panties?" 

Donny hadn't thought of this and continued to talk about the experience for several minutes. She was getting quite turned on as he talked and then he said.

"I'll get them to you first thing. It's not like you'll be panty-less all day."

This sent a shudder through her body. She had enjoyed today and the thought of their cum being there had enhanced it. She acquiesced whispering.

"First thing right? You better had. My exam's at nine."

Donny couldn't believe his luck, he had an adrenalin rush and his cock twitched.

"I'll be right over. Oh! Kay you're gorgeous you really are."

She smiled at his flapping and felt flattered at his comments.

"Hurry before I change my mind."

In ten minutes Donny was in the house talking to Kays mother, whilst Kay searched for the 'text book' and 'CD' he wanted to borrow. She came down with a bag and handed it over, holding his gaze. He said.

"I'll get these to you first thing."

She replied, smiling.

"I'll be lost without them. Thanks."

Her mother shook her head.

"You kids. Lost without some music and books, you don't know what life is about."

Donny in his politest tone.

"I find these can add so much to my miserable existence and I can in turn add something to them."

Kay suppressed a laugh and apologised as she left to revise. 

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Donny went home immediately to his room, clutching the bag to his chest. He opened out the white panties. He smelled them. The aroma was freshly laundered material. He stripped down to his underpants and lay on the bed. As he held the thin lacy material he stroked his cock, imagining Kay wearing these tomorrow. Her soft black hair nestled in the cotton patch. He groaned in frustration as his member awoke from its brief somnolence. Rarely these days did his cock remain at rest and sometimes it was embarrassing. Occasionally the most innocuous events would cause it to spring to life, like his neighbours wife pruning the roses; meticulously identifying diseased leaves or stems and delicately but efficiently removing the corruption; it would be bolt upright. It was worrying. Back to the job in hand. 

Tuesday

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In college first thing Tuesday morning Donny strolled up to Matt with a smug smile. Matt looked at him and said.

"What's up with you?"

"Oh just happy because I know what Kay's wearing – underneath."

"Yes and so do I." He stopped to think. "It's Tuesday... let me see ... White!"

"Could be. Could be right. Could be wrong." This teasing went on for some time until after a bout of physical horseplay and name calling Donny said. You're absolutely wrong, I know for certain."

Matt looked puzzled.

"What! Has she changed her mind?"

"No." He opened his bag and revealed the all most sheer, white panties to Matt. "It's just she hasn't put them on yet!"

Matt gasped.

"Oh my God. What's she going to be wearing then?"

"I have no idea but I have a job to do first thing. Deliver these to her." Donny leered eagerly. Matt calmed him down.

"Hang about. Don't be hasty." It was Donnys turn to look puzzled. "Don't we have to do something with them first?"

"I've done it mate. Right on the button. Last night." Donnys smug expression returned. Matt cut in.

"Yes and what about me? Don't I get a go?"

Donny wondered about this.

"Weren't you the fussy one the other night not wanting to cum in the same pair of panties?" 

Matt argued with Donny until he eventually gave in.

"You better be quick. She'll be in shortly."

Matt smiled taking ownership of the white panties.

"With these? I'll crack one off in no time." And headed off the toilets.

Several minutes passed until Matt returned with a flushed face and proud grin.

"Told you I could do it." As he handed them back to Donny.

"I can feel the dampness on them." Donny looked distastefully at Matt.

"Well roll them up when you pass them to her, so she doesn't notice." Replied Matt.

Kay arrived and they made small talk until Donny attempted to secretly slip her the panties. Matt just had to enquire.

"So what are you wearing?"

She rolled her eyes at Donny then smiled coyly at Matt and placed her finger beside her nose. 

"None of your business." She discreetly pushed the panties into her bag and headed for the ladies toilet. The boys hung around as it was end of term and they had no real classes of consequence to attend. 

"By the way, guess what I made yesterday?" Donny said pleased with himself.

"I don't know, what have you made?" Asked Matt casually interested.

"I've made Kay a dildo. Remember we were talking about it the other night?" 

"Well we talked about a few things." Matt was now intrigued. "What mateial have you used?" 

"Wood of course." He said it without a hint of humour. Matt knew that Donny was exceptional with a lathe, but this seemed unbelievable. 

"Wood! Wood?" Matt burst out laughing. "You can't be serious. What about the splinters?"

Donny dismissed him contemptuously for his lack of knowledge.

"There are no splinters. It's polished and waxed." 

"How did you manage to make it without anyone finding out?" 




Cabin Fever Ch. 02



Note: Despite anything mentioned in this story or the previous one, unprotected sex, even oral sex, can transmit STDs. Please practice safe sex. 

*

I woke up before Tim again. This didn't particularly surprise me. According to Fiona, who had been involved with each of us and was still a close friend, he was a night owl and it was the next thing to impossible to drag him out of bed before noon. I suppose that I should take it as a special point of pride that he woke up at dawn for an unexpected and amazing sex session. Not wanting to press my luck, I gently shifted his arm and slid out of bed. I stood by the window for a little while to watch him sleeping and to listen to the gentle patter of the rain. Some people look angelic when they're asleep; not he. Tim looked like some sort of wild spirit, naked, with his hair spiky and in disarray. To me, this is much more attractive than an angel and on a much more instinctual level. Certain instincts were in fact taking effect and I decided that I had best get moving before I interrupted his rest again. We'd have more sex later. Much more, if I had anything to say about it.

Since I was already feeling a little bit chilly, although not quite cold, I very quietly laid and lit a fire in the stove. Apparently not quite quietly enough, as a pillow hit me in the back of the head as I tiptoed to the door. "Hey," I squawked, "I can think of much better things to do if you're awake." Tim sat up a little bit in bed, the blankets pooling around his hips. One dark eyebrow lifted in a devilish arch, "I just bet you can." A tremendous yawn split his face, "But if you don't mind, I'd like to try those ideas later when I'm feeling energetic. Now, if you would be so kind as to return my pillow…"

"Fine, but only because you're going to need to be damned energetic indeed for what I've got in mind." I grinned broadly and walked the pillow back to him, collecting a brief, but enthusiastic, kiss as my reward. Then I headed out into the living area and gently shut the door. I quickly looked around until I found my watch, no mean task, given the clouds of dry and damp cloth hanging from the ceiling. Fortunately, the sheets over the table where my watch sat seemed to be almost dry. Unfortunately, some of the clothes had dried out too. Well, maybe we would just continue our pleasant nude adventure anyway… It was only 9:30 on our first full day, after all.

I was glad that Tim had brought in more wood than we had thought we needed as I started up the kitchen stove, leaving the fireplace for later. I went out onto the porch to get one of the water jugs which we had left out there as we retreated from the storm. Lugging it in, I filled the tin kettle and set it to boil. I went out and dragged the other three jugs into the back bedroom, since we weren't using it anyway. Fortunately, the bed seemed to have pretty much dried out over night, so there hopefully wouldn't be any problems with it. I was standing on the porch, having a luxurious stretch and gazing out at the lake before dealing with our bags, when I heard a cough from behind me. I whirled and instantly grabbed a bag to hold in front of my crotch as I flushed beet red. Standing near the wood shed, was a young park ranger with his eyes as wide as saucers and a healthy flush creeping up his neck. We both started stammering at about the same time. "I was just coming to" "There was a storm and" "check because I" "all our clothes got" "saw smoke and" "really wet and" "Dave and Rachel usually" "I really wasn't expecting" "don't come up this time of year." "anyone up around here," I finished lamely.

"Dave is my uncle and my friend and I are using the cabin; we're fishing." I clarified, "Now, if you'd wait out here for a minute or two, I'll find something dry and be right back." I backed into the cabin, still holding the bag, even though the ranger had politely averted his eyes. At least I hoped it was out of politeness.

I quickly dropped the bag in the washroom and madly grabbed some underwear, which turned out to be Tim's and were a little tight, except in front. Now is NOT the time to be thinking about Tim's crotch. You've horrified the poor guy out front badly enough already. I yanked down a pair of shorts that I had brought in case it got warm and a light but warm flannel shirt. Hell, I wasn't exactly going to bother co-coordinating my outfit. Clothes of any sort would have to suffice. When I opened the door, he was standing on the porch, as far away as he could be and still be sheltered from the droplets which continued to fall from the sky. He was very carefully looking away from the bedroom window and even the back of his neck was flushed deep red.

"It's not what you think." Well, that was a stupid thing for me to say, "OK, well it is what you think, but we didn't plan it that way and it's sort of a private thing."

"I know; that's why it's bloody embarrassing to walk in on you guys. I've never… that is, I haven't… Oh, poop!"

I couldn't help it, he looked so flustered and his exclamation was so silly, I started to snicker. He laughed a little bit too, mostly out of awkwardness, it seemed. I stopped laughing and put out my hand.

"I'm Marc Robertson. Would you care to come in for a cup of coffee?"

"Sure, that would be nice. I'm Richard Foster."

Once inside, he saw all the hanging 'decorations' and gave a real chuckle. "Ah, I see, you really did get caught pretty seriously by the storm."

"Yup," I said as I dug out mugs and the jar of instant coffee, "I hope instant is okay with you. It's all we brought."

"It's fine; I don't usually bother with anything more complicated myself." He took off his wet jacket and tossed it over the line. He must have been as tall as I am in order to manage it without having to stand on a chair. When he put his hat down on the counter, I could see that he wasn't quite as young as I had thought, but still probably less than 25 years old. He had fairly short blond hair, a bit of a tan and warm brown eyes. Brown eyes which seemed to be checking me out. Nah, it couldn't be.

I handed him a mug, "Do you take sugar or anything?"

"Nope," he said, taking it from me, "I like my coffee plain. Should we maybe step outside?" he asked, glancing at the bedroom door, "so that we don't wake your um, boyfriend."

I blushed a little bit at hearing a stranger say this, even though I had every intention of making it true. "I doubt that even a marauding grizzly could wake Tim up again before noon, but it might be a good idea. Just head out the back door, I'll join you as soon as I grab some sugar for myself."

He went out, and I scooped a spoonful of sugar into my cup and went outside, closing the door behind me. The overhang of the roof was enough to keep off the slight drizzle which was the tail end of last night's storm. Richard was leaning against the wall, sipping his coffee.

"So," I said, "do you usually come up to check on my aunt and uncle when they're around?"

"Yeah, I figure it's a good idea. I mean, it's pretty isolated here and they're getting older. You never know if one of them might have a minor accident and need help getting to the hospital or something."

"Thanks, Richard, I appreciate it. That's awfully decent of you."

"Well, it isn't any trouble. I have to make rounds up here at least every two days anyway to make sure that nobody's set any traps or been hunting or fishing illegally. Speaking of which, I'll need to take a look at your ID and fishing permit before I go."

"No problem, I got the permit renewed on the way up here, so everything should be correct."

"Good. So um, how long are you guys planning to be up here? We're looking at rain on and off for the next two days, but after that it's supposed to warm up and get really nice."

"That's great! We're up here for the rest of the week, although we may need to make a trip down to town sometime to resupply."

"I see. Well, if you'd like, I'll tell the other folks at the station to steer clear of here so that you can have some privacy. You'll still probably see me every two days, but I'll give a holler so as not to, err, well, you know." He finished his coffee and opened the door.

"Thanks, that would be nice." I said, ducking under a sheet to grab my wallet off the table. "We're kind of new at this, and I wouldn't mind a bit of time alone together."

"Sure, I get that. Everything seems to be in order here." he said, glancing over my permit and ID. He reclaimed his hat and jacket and headed for the door.

As I saw him out, he turned briefly to me and said: "Um, Marc?"

"Yes?"

"I've got some time off in four days and I was kind of wondering if I could come by and ask you guys a few questions."

"What kind of questions?"

"About, well, being … gay." The flush was creeping up his face. "I know you'd like to be alone with him, but it would be really helpful because you're the first gay couple I've met and I haven't had anyone to talk to and I'm just feeling really unsure of everything right now…" He tapered off, looking a little desperate. I revised my estimate of his age down by about two years and took pity on him.

"Well, I can't make any promises as to how much I know, but if you like, you can come for supper then and we can talk a bit. Tim's closer to being an expert than I am and I think he's still pretty far off."

His face lit up. "Thanks, Marc. I really appreciate it." He put on his hat and headed back down the path into the woods. I'll be damned. I guess he really was checking me out before. Suddenly I'm a man magnet. How odd.

I went back in and ate a couple of pieces of toast. I find that even plain toast is great when made over a wood fire. While waiting for Tim to wake up, I busied myself with taking down the dry stuff and sorting it into folded piles and spreading out the damp stuff to dry better. I rinsed out the muddy clothes from last night as well as the bags and hung them in the bathroom. I also went down to check that the boat was in good shape. Fortunately, the rain had let up for a while, so I was able to make it down to the boathouse and back without getting wet again. I felt kind of glad that the park prevented easy access to the property, because otherwise I suspected that my uncle would have sold it off years ago. As it was, all the cottages on the other side of the lake, where there was a road, had been sold years before to developers and turned into country mansions for the ridiculously affluent. I could see them faintly across the misty surface of the lake, sticking up among the trees on the other side. Luckily, the cabins on this side of the lake were spaced pretty far apart and didn't see a lot of use at this time of year. Other than Ranger Richard (I grinned, remembering the cartoon raccoon from my youth) we had the place entirely to ourselves. Checking my watch again, I found that it was almost twelve o'clock. It was time for me to wake Tim and I knew exactly how I wanted to do that.

I stripped off my clothes, leaving my boots by the stove to dry. Naked, I opened the bedroom door and slipped in. Conveniently, Tim had rolled onto his back. I pulled aside the blankets and started to lick his penis as I gently rubbed his testicles with my left hand. Without waking up, he started to respond; his dick lengthening and thickening until he was fully hard. Positioning myself so as to have the best possible angle, I took a deep breath and put my lips around his cock head. Slowly, cautiously, I let it slide further into my mouth until the head was tickling the back of my throat. This was the point at which I had stopped last night. Tim was moaning slightly in his sleep, and wiggling around a bit under my determined assault. Holding his hips in place to keep him from jerking and choking me, I started to swallow him deeper. I had to concentrate very thoroughly on suppressing my gag reflex. At first I took just another inch before backing off and gasping a little. As I went for it the second time, I felt Tim's hands gently stroking my shoulders. I looked up to see him looking at me with hungry eyes. He grinned at me wickedly and I winked back at him. He said nothing, and his hands continued to rub my shoulders, not pushing, just making contact to let me know that he loved me and the pleasure I was bringing him. I loved him even more for not pressuring me. It was clear that he wanted me to do this as badly as I wanted to, but he was willing to let me take it at my own pace.

I took him further down my throat with each stroke, pausing to let myself get used to the feeling of his shaft where there had never been anything that solid before. In between strokes, I panted to recover my breath and Tim ran his fingers through my hair. The silence was broken only by my gasps and his faint moans, with faint sounds of birds chirping outside. His noises were becoming increasingly urgent, but his hands never once forced me forward. Finally, I took his whole shaft down my throat. My nose rested in his pubic hair, which smelled faintly of sweat and of sperm. I let my tongue tickle the base of his cock and then I withdrew. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I knew that he had reached his limit. His whole body was quivering with his approaching climax as I took him to the root once more and hummed. His fingers clenched in my hair as he screamed, "AaaaaaaAAArrrUuunnhhh! Unh, uhn, UUUUUNNNHH, oh MARC! UNhhhhhh." as he shot several spurts of cum straight down my throat. I swallowed as best I could, slowly pulling back off of him, creating space in my throat for his load. His last shot dribbled onto the tip of my tongue as I released his softening penis from my lips. He lay there, panting and sweaty, a glazed look of satiation crossing his eyes as he looked at me with a sleepy smile. 

Looking at him like this, knowing that I had done this to him was enough to make my own already hard dick completely rigid. I knelt over his chest and began to stroke myself with one hand as I rubbed his chest with the other. Gradually coming down from his orgasm, I saw Tim spit into his hand and rub his fingers with it. Knowing what was to come, I scooted a little further up his chest and leaned forward, using one hand for balance and stroking myself with the other. I felt Tim's fingers probing my hole, as he inserted one, then two fingers into me and rotated them smoothly. His other hand was busy playing with my nipples, pinching first one, then the other. It was my turn now to sweat and moan. I let go of my dick to lean on both hands as I bucked back on his fingers. He put in a third finger, stretching my hole even further as he took my dick in his fist, moving his hand up and down along my shaft. He used his little finger to rub the underside of the glans, making me cry out. I had never been very noisy during sex before, but this changed as I shouted his name over and over again and spewed my load over his chest and chin.

I lay on top of him, breathing heavily as he rubbed my back and ass. When he pulled his fingers out of me, I whimpered slightly. I heard him chuckle as he kissed both my cheeks and, extremely tenderly, my lips.

"Marc, love, that was definitely the best wakeup call ever," he said, as he gently caressed me. "No one has ever given me a blowjob like that one and I think you nearly sprained my fingers with your ass when you came."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said between deep breaths, "It was pretty fucking hot for me too. I hope I didn't hurt you."

"You would never hurt me, although you are kind of squashing me, big guy."

I flushed and rolled off him. He followed me over and our pricks rubbed together, both surprisingly hard so soon after our great session. Tim sat up on me and wiped a bit of cum off of his chest and used it to lubricate us as he put both his hands around our two dicks, stroking them together.

"I do plan to spend some time later making you feel just as hot as you made me feel, but right now, I think we'll just have a quickie so that we can start the day."

"Speak for yourself, you slug," I said with a grin as I brought my hands to join his, "I've already been up for hours, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to do some actual fishing." I spoke between deep breaths, trying not to go off too soon before him.  

"See, I knew I could get you to come around to my point of view." He said as I shot a small load onto his hands and dick. He followed not more than 30 seconds later and we kissed in a leisurely way before he got off me.

Tim leaned down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. We were both a little slippery from cum, but we managed. He led me to the shower and pulled me in after him. We soaped each other up under the hot water and made out for a while, mostly just enjoying the sensation of closeness as we fondled each other's asses and I rubbed the slightly tense muscles of his lower back. We each managed to have another orgasm in the shower with the combination of the soap and the hot water in a space that would normally be too small for two grown men. We stepped out of the shower and toweled each other down. This was actually kind of fun. It was pleasant to have someone dry my back for me and I discovered that Tim was quite seriously ticklish, a fact which I mentally filed for later use. We ate a quick lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and veggies, eager to get out on the lake before it started to rain again.

As I started to put on some clothes, I saw Tim looking mildly disappointedly at his pile of dry gear. "What's wrong, love?"

"Nothing, it just seems a pity to have to cover up. I like being naked with you."

"I feel the same way, but I'm looking forward to fresh fish for dinner. We'll spend the evening naked again if you want. In the meantime, wear these," I said, tossing him the underwear I had thrown on before. "They're yours, but I had them on for a while to avoid embarrassing the park ranger who stopped by."

Tim raised an eyebrow, mischief tinting his eyes a deeper green. "Nice. It's your first day as my lover and you're already seducing random park rangers." He looked at my flushed face as he pulled on the underwear. "Omigod! You really DID seduce the park ranger, didn't you?"

"No, but I think I could have if I had tried. He's coming to dinner in a few days; he wants to ask us about being gay." I threw on my shirt and started to button it up.

Tim brushed away my hands and started doing up the buttons, then put his arms around me and leaned up to whisper in my ear, "Really … well, you are going to repeat the whole conversation to me, word for word, as we get the boat ready. I want to know if I have to worry about any competition." He purred possessively. I leaned down and kissed him roughly, leaving him in no doubt whatsoever as to where my interests lay. We came up for air and I picked up my fishing gear and headed for the door.

"Don't worry. If either of us has to worry about competition, it's me. The poor guy went completely red and could barely form a sentence when he saw you through the window."

I grinned at Tim's squawk of mock-outrage.

I did fill him in as we got the boat ready. We launched it a little while later as Tim was saying, "I guess I can understand where he's coming from. I mean, when I realized that I was gay it took a while to get used to it. For that matter, I have to say that you're coping amazingly well given the situation."

"I suppose. I mean, I haven't thought at all about what I'm going to tell my family. Truth be told, I'm pretty nervous about that. On the other hand, I don't have to worry about whether I'll ever find someone and I know nobody at work will care since my boss is a lesbian. Besides, if I get a few more books out, I'll be effectively self-employed."

"Yeah, lucky you. I've still got to be careful not to freak clients out. On the other hand, my family is pretty good about it. My brothers are OK with it and my Dad doesn't mind, since they have kids to carry on the family name. My mum was a bit worried about me, but she's come around. The only problem is that she seems to think that I've acquired some mystic understanding of décor and women's fashions. She keeps asking my advice and won't take no for an answer. I've had to make cheat calls to Fiona to bail me out."




Cabin Fever Ch. 02



I laughed, "That's hilarious. Well, I guess it bodes well for when I tell my folks."

We lapsed into silence as we rowed the boat out towards the center of the lake. It was a medium sized boat and there was a motor on it, but we decided not to use that on the way out to avoid scaring the fish. We spent a while casting our lines out onto the lake, just having fun while we each got used to working with the fishing rods again. It had been quite a while since either of us had been able to get away from the city. Eventually, we baited the hooks and then tossed out the lines. It was a while before either of us got a bite. I put one arm around Tim, and he leaned his head on my shoulder as we sat peacefully together. Suddenly, my rod gave a sharp jerk. (my fishing rod. Tsk. Minds like cesspools, all of you) I started reeling the fish in, letting it out a bit when it threatened to break free, but gradually bringing it in. As I was almost ready to haul it out of the water, I heard Tim shout triumphantly as he got a bite. "Hey Marc, bet you my catch is bigger than yours!"

"Not bloody likely!" I laughed, "This one is huge. What are your stakes?"

"Loser has to clean whatever we bring in."

"Deal!" I yelled as I put a net around my fish. It was a bass, around 10 inches long and fairly heavy. Unfortunately, it looked decidedly unhealthy. I carefully unhooked it and threw it back, making sure that Tim had a chance to look at it. There was no way that we were going to eat a sick fish, though. It swam away and I turned to see Tim reeling in his fish. His pole was bent deeply and he was struggling to pull it up. I helped pull it in and I could see something big coming up towards us.

I reached down with the net, and then looked again, dropped the net and reached down with a hand. Tim had caught a very large, worn, tire. I unhooked the muddy thing and shook the water out of it before dumping it into the prow of the boat. I scowled at it. "I hate people who toss their bloody garbage in the lake."

"No kidding. Keeping it to show your friend the park ranger?"

"I guess so. Mostly I didn't want to dump it back in there. Well, I guess I win."

"What are you talking about? This is definitely bigger than what you caught."

"Yeah, but it's a tire."

"So what? We agreed on the biggest catch. We never specified that it had to be a fish."

I rolled my eyes. "I guess it serves me right for making a bet with a lawyer. I'll clean our fish, but only because I love you." I planted a kiss on his temple.

He grinned and kissed me back. "I like that reason a whole lot better, but I'll help you out anyway. First, though, let's catch something a little more appetizing and a little less chewy." He chuckled at the face that I made and cast out again.

Forty-five minutes later, we had caught five small fish which had to be released as well as a car battery, an umbrella and a chrome-plated hubcap. Tim was looking somewhat nonplussed as I had been swearing consistently for the past seven minutes with only minimal repetition. He put a hand on my shoulder. "Marc, I need you to take a deep breath and calm down. We both know that some people are pigs and cursing a blue streak doesn't really help. I am pretty impressed with your vocabulary though. You used some words that I don't even know and I'm used to having people swear at me."

I took a deep breath. "Sorry, I didn't mean for you to see me like this. It's just that I remember what it was like coming up here in the summers before people started this crap. I mean a Car Battery for chrissake! Do you know how much damage one of those can do? I hate to think what the rest of the lake is like."

"I know, it's pretty bad, but at least this one looks like it hasn't been down for very long. Maybe we've just hit a bad spot where some jackass dumped a big load of junk."

"You're right, let's move a bit closer to the shore and try again."

We did so and I was soon feeling better. We weren't catching any fish, but at least we weren't hauling up any garbage anymore either. We chatted about random things, becoming increasingly flirtatious as we both cheered up. It started to rain lightly and we both shrugged into our jackets. We hadn't had a chance to use them yesterday, but today they would keep us dry for a few more casts. The rain definitely seemed to bring the fish out. We each caught a few small ones, which had to go back. Then Tim's fishing rod suddenly gave a tremendous leap and bent down towards the water. Tim fought hard against the fish and I quickly reeled in my line and went to help him. The thing was pulling pretty hard. I held onto Tim as he reeled it in expertly, helping to anchor him and sharing in his excitement. I netted it just as it broke free of the hook on the way out of the water. Thrashing around in the net was a pickerel almost two feet long and probably weighing close to twenty pounds. Tim was shouting in triumph and I quickly checked the fishing permit after handing him the net. I confirmed that pickerel was legal and safe, and he broke the neck humanely.

It took us about five minutes to get back to the cabin. We agreed that Tim would clean his fish after all, but I would deal with putting away the boat and unloading the garbage somewhere where the battery wouldn't do any damage. I was washing the grime off my hands when Tim came in with the cleaned fish and announced that as the loser of our bet and moreover the one who knew the local regulations, I would have the privilege of burying the remains. I sighed and went to find the shovel. When I came back, Tim had just lightly floured the fish and was dropping it into the pan. There were two very generous helpings there and a large package in the coldest part of the fridge. Fortunately, we had brought some plastic food bags out with our provisions. I washed up again and took over the pan while Tim threw together a fast salad. As Tim was filling our plates, I went and grabbed a water jug and filled a pitcher for the table.

The fish was absolutely fantastic and we finished it all, as well as the salad. We sat back contentedly and sipped our water. Tim took a big slug and smacked his lips. "Ah, marvelous. A very wet vintage. I've always favored fresh water over salt water with fish." Another thing that we had in common was a total lack of interest in alcoholic beverages. I'm not sure why, but I've just never been able to get very excited about booze. "Ah, well since you are such a connoisseur, I suppose that I needn't point out that this water has been carefully stored for nearly a full day in the back room."

"Perfect! I prefer a well aged beverage." Our lack of interest in alcohol didn't extend to not making fun of it, however.

"Seriously, Tim, that was some of the best fish I've ever eaten. Unless maybe it was just the company in which I was eating it…"

"I've got to admit that I enjoyed the company too, and I have to say that I believe your stories about your summers here now. That was quite a fish."

"Yeah, the only thing is that we've got enough now to last us through tomorrow. If we aren't going to be catching more fish, whatever will we do to pass the time?"

"Oh," said Tim, with a great big smile, "I bet we can think of something if we put our minds and possibly several other pieces of anatomy together."

We quickly cleared off the table and washed up. It had started to rain heavily outside again even though it wasn't yet dark. I banked the ashes in the kitchen stove and started to lay out a fire as Tim went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. He came out of the bathroom naked and carrying his clothes, fully erect. I goggled at him and swiftly got to my feet. "Glad to see a positive reaction," he said, "How about if you go clean up while I finish setting up that fire. Then I can repay you for this morning. Make sure to clean that thoroughly." He patted my ass. Feeling vaguely used, but incredibly aroused, I went into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I found a washcloth, did a quick once over of my whole body, and scrubbed my asshole thoroughly. If he was going to do what I hoped he would do, I didn't want anything to stop him. I came out of the washroom bare from the waist down, but wearing my flannel shirt. Tim was lying naked on the fake bearskin rug in front of the fire. "Mmm, how nice. You left me something to take off. Come join me."

I sat down next to him on the rug, feeling the soft fur tickling my body … which gave me an evil idea. "Marc, wait. What are you doing? No! I'm ticklish there! Marc it isn't fair, oh you bastard!" Tim was laughing madly as I ran my fingers over his armpits, the back of his neck, and the backs of his knees. Gasping for breath, he started to tickle me back. Soon we were rolling around on the floor, giggling helplessly as we tickled each other. Finally, I let Tim roll me onto my back and pin my arms. "That was mean, Marc. It's my turn to ravish you now and if you resist, I'll tickle your ribs."

"Hey! How did you know I was ticklish there? And if you knew, why weren't you tickling me there before."

"Because Fiona told me when I told her that I was crazy about you. Also, I haven't tickled you there yet because I believe in holding a good threat in reserve. Besides, I'd sooner have you gasping in another way."

"OK, Ok, I give in. Do with me as you will, foul ruffian. You may ravage my body but my spirit has already surrendered."

"That is not how the line goes, no matter how accurate it may be. Now, I guess I'd better silence you so that you can't call for help."

With that, he planted his mouth firmly on mine and tangled our tongues together. After thoroughly mauling my mouth and gently biting my lip a few times, leaving me gasping and aching for more, he started moving down my body.

He started to unbutton my shirt with one hand as he stroked my thigh with the other. He trailed kisses down my chin and neck to my collar bone. He spent a long time sucking and biting my neck as his hands traveled all over my body, stimulating my nipples, teasing my erection, fondling my balls. Having left his mark, Tim went further south. He swirled his tongue across my pectorals, to my nipples, giving them each a thorough tongue bath and assaulting each of them with a sharp series of nips. Feeling fully comfortable with me, he was giving free rein to his dark and mischievous side. I was enjoying it and feeling a bit relieved that even his dark side wasn't half as scary as many people's regular personalities. Even so, there was no doubt whatsoever as to who was in control right now. Any time I tried to bring my hands to bear, he gently but firmly pressed the back down to my sides. There was nothing to do but grab two thick handfuls of the rug and enjoy the ride.

He licked his way down to my belly button and then pulled me up, yanked off my shirt and had me lay down on my front. He knelt over me, with his steely erection nestled between my ass cheeks. Holy crap, is he about to fuck me? "Tim, I'm not ready, we don't have any protection."

"I know, love. I'm not going there yet. Just trust me."

I relaxed a bit into the feeling of fur against my face, chest and crotch. Now that I knew that he wouldn't be rushing me into something against my will, I was able to enjoy the feeling of having his dick rubbing up against my ass. He trailed kisses from the back of my neck, across both shoulders and down to my elbows. Twining his fingers with mine, he massaged small circles along my spine with the tip of his tongue. He released my hands and I once again grabbed onto the rug. Turned around and kissed along my legs, from each ankle to the backsides of my knees. Getting his revenge, he licked me there thoroughly, producing an odd tingling throughout my body, something between arousal and laughter. He licked the insides of my thighs as he sensuously stroked my erection which was throbbing in its nest in the rug. He licked the back of my sac, then spent a bit of time teasing my perineum with his tongue.

I was already having trouble not thrashing around and it only got harder as I felt a warm and wet sensation against my rosebud. His tongue slipped inside me and sent waves of pleasure flowing through me. It amazed me how long I had been able to ignore the erogenous pleasures of my ass. He must have spent nearly ten minutes rimming me, fucking me with his tongue as he drove it in as deep as he could, again and again. I was a limp mass of quivering, whimpering jelly as he rotated his tongue around inside me. I came once, yelling incoherently as I spewed my seed onto the rug, leaving a creamy mess in the soft black fur. I stayed fully hard as he continued to lick me out, the stimulation too much to allow me to soften. I desperately wanted him to fuck me, to fill me with his cock and to bring me even closer to him. Tim settled for the next best thing as he scooped up a bit of my cum from the floor and rubbed it along my crack. He sat back and pulled me into his lap, resting his dick in my channel. He bucked his hips up and down as he slid his erection along the top half of my crack and across my lower back.

At the same time, he pressed the heel of his left hand under my balls and slowly fingered me, moving his other hand in a fist achingly slowly along my dick. "Marc," he hissed, "rub your nipples for me. I want you to feel everything at once." I groaned in response and brought my fingers up to play with my nubs. I had had my nipples stimulated and even suckled before (Tim's doing). However, something about the situation, possibly the fact that I was still super-sensitized from my previous orgasm, turned the small twinges that I normally get into much more significant surges of pleasure and almost pain. I was in the middle of sensory overload. The only reason I hadn't tripped and shot was that it had been too short a time since my previous ejaculation. I couldn't do it. I was no longer aware of the sounds coming out of my mouth as I felt Tim's sperm, hot across my back in several long strings. His grip on me tightened involuntarily as he shot and I found that I could cum again after all.

I think I screamed; I'm not entirely sure. The feelings were just too extreme given how tender I still was. I bucked madly, barely in control of my own limbs as I felt my balls throb, again and again, Tim's grip on my perineum driving me even higher into some convulsive land of perpetual orgasm. I dimly remember seeing a long stream of cum spurting out the end of my dick, impossibly far and high, right before I passed out. I woke to Tim's panicked cries, "Marc? Marc? Holy shit! Are you Ok?" I was lying there, just feeling incredibly satiated and I couldn't imagine why he was so worried. I was lying back on the soft rug, still partially in his lap, but he had twisted around and was checking my pulse which was gradually settling down to a normal rate. I lazily reached up one hand and stroked his cheek. His eyes met mine. There was fear in his eyes; the beautiful green orbs were wet with tears of worry. What was wrong, I wasn't even breathing hard. In fact I ought to have been panting like mad as I was when I … Oh. I realized what had happened. "I'm fine love. It just got too extreme and I hyperventilated."

"You what?" He looked relieved, but wanted to be sure.

"I was breathing too much, too fast. I think I'm fine now." I sat up a bit to prove it.

Sure enough, I was fine. I felt a little bit sleepy and my throat was a little sore from all the noise I had made, but there was no permanent damage. I turned to Tim, "I have never, ever had an orgasm like that. That was unbelievable."

Grinning suddenly with impish glee as he realized nothing was wrong, Tim put his arms around me. "Unbelievable, eh? Well it's a good thing we have some evidence."

"Evidence?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Look over there." He said, pointing at the puddle of my semen on the floor. I had shot clear over the edge of the rug and hit the floor about 4 feet away from us. I had beaten my performance from last night by a hefty margin and that had already been unusual for me. 

We cuddled in silence for a while before either of us considered getting up. After a while, Tim whispered in my ear, "You know love, I would never force you to do anything you weren't ready for, but you came dangerously close to getting a full-on fucking. Your ass is hard to resist."

"I came pretty damn close to begging you for it when you were down there with your tongue." I admitted, feeling a little sheepish.

"Well then, how about if we make a bit of a trip into town tomorrow for the necessary equipment?"

"It's probably a good idea, but I just don't know. I want you so badly that it scares me a little. I never imagined that I would feel this way about anyone, let alone another man."

"I know. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed myself. And I already thought I knew how I felt about you. I wasn't even sure you'd love me back, let alone that we'd be having wild and crazy sex all over the floor."

I grinned at him, "You know, we've still got a lot of floor to cover and five more days to do it in."

"Holy cow, Marc. You aren't ready to go again, are you?" I could feel his dick making a mild effort to firm up against my thigh.

"Hell no, my balls feel like they might be ready to fall off. Not even your sexy ass could get it up for me at the moment."

Tim's face contorted into an exaggerated pout. "But I wanted to have sex nah-ow!" he whined. I got up and pulled him up with me, then patted his bum, "If you're good and help me tidy up here, I'll take care of you in the shower."

He grinned, "I'm going to hold you to that, you know."

"You'd better. I'm looking forward to it."

We tidied up in record time. I took a damp cloth to the rug while Tim wiped up my mess on the floor. We also quickly changed the sheets on the little bed which we would be sharing even though the larger one was dry by now. It was pouring again outside as we were about to turn on the shower, but I had a better idea. I dragged Tim out the back door and onto the open deck in the chilly rain. I squeezed up against his back, sharing my warmth with him as I kissed him fiercely. I ground my stiffening dick against has ass and stroked his with both hands as water sheeted over us. His grunts as he ejaculated were lost in the sounds of the storm around us, just as his cum was washed away by the pouring rain. I came too, despite the throbbing in my balls which told me that I'd damn well better wait before I made any more demands on them. My sperm decorated Tim's legs for less than 30 seconds before it was washed off. Shivering, he pulled me back inside, pausing in the doorway to lean up and kiss me again. There was a flash of lightning far away and the roll of thunder came before we separated.

As we dried each other off, following the shower which we took anyway to warm up, Tim spoke, "You know, sometimes you're absolutely insane."

"Yeah, sometimes I am. But you love me anyway."

"Yes, I do. And I think sometimes I even love you because of it. Just don't get too many ideas." He smiled over his shoulder at me as I dried his back. I just smiled back. We got into bed together and I spooned up behind him. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard him say, "Marc?"

"Yes?"

"Don't let me go."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

We fell asleep together again. My dreams were of Tim. Granted, we were sitting on the moon and discussing the ramifications of the martian-venusian trade agreement over purple sushi and baked potatoes, but the subconscious works in very strange ways…



Cabin Fever Ch. 02



The sound of heaving wood awoke her. Ginny sighed in sleepy satisfaction. Whatever the noise was, she was sure it couldn't begin to disturb her bliss. And yet another part of her was curious. Chase was up to something, she was sure; she wanted to know what it was. But to find out meant she had to abandon the warmth of the bed in front of the fire, something she was loathe to do. Maybe she could just wait until he came to tell her about it. 

"Uhhh!" she heard him shout. She sat up, looking in the direction of his voice. He was in another part of the cabin. But what exactly he was up to was a mystery. 

She slowly uncurled from her position on the mattress and held the open sleeping bag around her naked shoulders as she stood up. The cabin had become much colder in just the past few hours. Once the storm had hit, everything had changed. She figured that the temperature outside was near or below zero. The interior of the cabin was somewhere in the fifties, chilly even for someone like Ginny, who had lived in the Rocky Mountains sixteen years. 

Clutching the sleeping bag at her waist, she walked in tiny steps like a geisha across the cold wooden floor. She came upon Chase standing on a chair in the hallway to the bedrooms, a crowbar in his hand as he worked on the attic door that was flush with the ceiling. He looked down at her and smiled but didn't stop his labor. Nor did he offer a reason for this inexplicable activity. 

Ginny watched him, growing more curious by the moment. Her interest was piqued not as much by what he was doing but rather why the attic door was so difficult to pull down. 

She could well understand why he was trying to get into the attic: because it was there. 

"Where did you get the crowbar?" she asked at last. 

"From the shed out back."

She watched him for another minute. "Are you hungry?"

"Why? What do you have in mind?" he tossed back, his tone full of suggestion. He looked at her with his warm brown eyes and winked. 

Ginny gazed up at him, the aching in her heart making it hard to breath. He was wearing the black turtleneck and jeans he'd had on earlier in the day, before their lovemaking had taken possession of the morning. His clean-shaven face was still smooth even in the late afternoon. 

He worked persistently at forcing open the attic door, his white teeth biting into his bottom lip. At last the door gave way to his muscle and jerked open. He pulled the hinged door downward to reveal collapsible stairs, which unfolded easily down to the floor. A rush of cold air from the attic swept down on them. 

"I better make this quick," Chase said.

"What are you looking for?"

"I have no idea. I just wanted to see what was up here."

He took a flashlight and disappeared up the stairs. Ginny waited below, listening to him thump around. After a few minutes he reappeared at the top of the stairs with an armload.

"Look what I found," he said, coming down the stairs with a pair of antique cross-country skis as well as poles. 

Ginny's hand moved over the slick surfaces of the ash-colored skis. "They're gorgeous," she remarked.

"I bet the Bakers don't even know these were there. The bindings are adjustable. You should try them out."

"Are you planning on us skiing our way out of here?"

"On the contrary. I was thinking that when the rescuers reach us, we can just disappear into the woods until they leave. With a little luck, maybe they'll just give us up for lost."

Ginny shook her head at him, smiling warmly at his suggestion. She too would have liked to ski into the woods and leave the real world behind. But eventually life, including her husband John, would catch up to them. In the meanwhile, she hoped to enjoy Chase as much as she could.

But for now there was the annoying business of putting on clothes. She went about the task with some reluctance, and not only because she had only one set of clothes to change into. She'd discovered herself in the past twenty-four hours in the arms of a younger man. Whatever Chase Nolan had been to her before—her son's best friend—he was much more than that now. 

After dressing, Ginny returned to the kitchen to try to put together a meal out of the boxes and cans of food they had brought with them from her car. In the end she served up a palatable couscous with minced artichoke hearts and pita bread. Chase was kind enough to rave about it; Ginny was just grateful to have a stove that worked. 

"Well, ready to try out those skis?" he suggested when the dishes were washed. 

She knew there was no arguing with him. Snuggling into her down jacket and boots, she looked out the window at the heavy snowfall that had begun several hours earlier. She had grown relatively comfortable with copious amounts of snow. Nothing short of an all-out blizzard could rattle her…as long as she wasn't trying to drive in it. 

They went outside using the back door since the front was already blocked with snowdrifts. The snow around the back door was accumulating as well and Chase stopped for a moment to shovel it away from the stoop. He'd already cleared an eight foot long path away from the door, gently tapering upwards towards the top of the snowfield. 

"Okay, let's check those bindings," he said, adjusting the heavy leather straps around her boots. They were genuine Nordic skis of the best quality. He watched as she pushed off with the poles and worked the skis up the incline. Unlike downhill skis, cross-country bindings were flexible so that the legs could force the skis in a forward motion. He watched long enough to feel confident the bindings would work for her, then put on his own skis and pushed off after her. 

They glided easily over the new snow. After twenty-four hours in the high altitude, Chase was starting to feel acclimated. He certainly didn't feel like the same person who had stepped off the airplane in Denver. But then, a lot had changed since then. He glanced at the woman beside him, a woman more than twice his age, who wasn't even breathing hard despite their pace. What felt like a cacophony of fractured thoughts screamed in his head as he looked at her. The future…his parents…her husband…Randy. People asking questions, making judgments. Oh yes, he knew what to expect from them all. 

But the burning question in his mind was Ginny. What had happened between them was beautiful and unexpected and he knew she would always remember it. But whether it was something she considered sustainable…he just didn't know yet. He knew that while his feelings for her were clear in his own mind, he sensed that she couldn't quite place or categorize her feelings for him. 

They skied away from the cabin about a mile towards the north. Vail was still another fifteen or so miles beyond over much rockier terrain that in places was impassible on skis. As they swung around, a sound to the east echoed in the sky. It sounded like snowmobiles. 

Neither spoke as they pushed on to the cabin. It was inevitable that the authorities as well as their families would want them found. Chase tried not to think about his mother crying her eyes out while he was here having the time of his life with Ginny. It just didn't seem right. 

As they crested a hill, the cabin stood out in the blanket of white as a thin sliver of dark logs with snow under the windows and covering the roof. The chimney rose above the snow, emitting gray smoke into the air. Just in the little time they were gone, several inches of fresh snow had accumulated around the back door. Chase took off his skis and went to work shoveling the pathway again. He knew from experience what it would be like for them if he let the path get blocked. 

Inside, Ginny moved to the hearth to both warm herself and build up the fire. She heard Chase moving in the kitchen, filling the kettle with fresh water for tea. Thank God they had propane and the water pump worked. The thought of a hot bath made her groan. Oh yes, she would love to sit in a tub of hot water right now, soak away her sore muscles from the cross-country skiing. It was a rigorous sport that required much more endurance than downhill. Her forty-six year old body was feeling the effects.  

A steaming cup of herbal tea appeared before her eyes and Ginny looked up with a grateful smile on her lips. Chase slid down beside her on the sofa, the length of their sides touching. Neither spoke but simply stared into the crackling fire. Until nightfall came there was no guarantee the rescuers wouldn't arrive. They might come by helicopter, but most likely it would be snowmobiles that took them out. Snowmobiles could navigate in almost any weather, and the snowfall outside wasn't heavy enough to deter them. It was just a matter of time.

Chase finished his tea and looked at Ginny. She hadn't even started hers. 

"You okay?" he asked softly, lifting his hand to play with her hair.

She took a sip of the tea, nodding not too convincingly. 

Chase continued gazing at her profile. He wanted to kiss her, to hold her, yet he sensed that she was uncomfortable. Why now? he wondered. He hoped it wasn't going to always be this way between them, their friendship lost because of sex. He thought of how free and open and warm with him she'd been last night…and how cold and reserved she was now. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked at length. 

"I'm just chilled after our ski…and sore," she admitted wryly.

"Well, I know what to do about that," he said. "I was a trainer at my college. The first thing you need is a hot soak followed by a deep tissue massage."

Ginny looked at him. He had no idea how delicious that sounded. 

Watching a twenty-two year old man drawing a bath for her was what Ginny imagined was every middle-aged woman's fantasy come true. With the bathroom door closed to conserve the heat of the steam, Ginny stood completely still while Chase undressed her. Then he turned her around, nimble fingers feeling the stiffness especially in her shoulders and back from the cross-country skiing. 

"When you're done with your bath," he said against her ear, "I'll give you a massage."

Ginny stepped down into the tub of steamy water and sighed in relief. She closed her eyes and laid back her head, swirling her hands dreamily in the hot water. 

A moment later a pair of big hands pushed her forward as Chase moved in behind her. Ginny giggled, not seeing how they could both fit. But he made it in, his legs wrapping around her and his hands dragging her back against his warm body. 

She closed her eyes again, drifting in a kind of bliss. Nothing, she convinced herself, could be better than this. Cocooned against a warm, hard body and surrounded by steam and heat, the concerns of her heart and mind melted away. This time yesterday she couldn't have predicted a moment like this if her life had depended on it. Now here she was, immersed in a bath with her son's best friend, wishing that somehow this moment would never be taken from her. 

A pair of soft lips brushed her temple and she lifted her face upwards as he turned her in his arms. He held her against him as he kissed her, tentatively at first, then deeper and with more urgency as her mouth yielded to his. They kissed, just kissed, for a long while, until the water grew tepid and Chase turned on the hot tap again. As he settled back against the tub he drew his legs together and turned Ginny so that she faced him and her legs straddled his groin. His cock was hard—had been for a while now—but he wasn't concerned about it. What he wanted were her breasts squeezed between his hands so he could run his tongue over both her nipples at the same time, to suck them between his lips and feel the bounty of her against his face. 

Ginny held his head in her arms, her eyes tightly closed as she gave into the seduction of his mouth. Last night, and even this morning, the newness of it was too overwhelming for her to accept the pleasuring he offered. Now was different. Now, having accepted that he wanted to be with her, she allowed herself to drown in the sensuality of his touch. His role in her life as her son's best friend was fading as, moment by moment, he became her lover. 

"Stand up," he said abruptly. 

Ginny slowly rose to her feet, one of which was planted on either side of his legs. He sat up higher and pulled her towards him until her crotch was in his face. Ginny leaned against the tiled wall, watching as his hand stroked her trim bush. Then, licking his lips, he pressed back her labia with both thumbs and leaned in, nudging her clit with the tip of his tongue. Ginny struggled to catch her breath; she let her head fall against one of her arms and lowered her eyelids, allowing her senses to focus on one single experience. 

He continued licking her clit in slow, easy motions, amazed at how fresh she tasted, how the scent of her juice made him want more. His only frame of reference was his ex-wife who had treated all sex as something dirty and evil and to be used only for conceiving children, a concept he found bewildering. To him sex was a way of bonding and sharing that went far beyond mere words or gestures. The intimacy of pleasuring created a common experience that built a framework of trust and relief from the outside world. Touching Ginny this way, knowing from her movements and quiet moans that it brought her pleasure, he believed he was forging a bond that would be difficult to break. He wanted her to remember this when the time came for her to choose. 

His tongue moved down from her clit into the folds of her labia, lapping the nectar that now ran freely from her core. She wiggled against his tongue, longing for more pressure, to be filled. Her eyes opened at the very moment his head tilted back while he dipped his middle finger deep into her pussy. Their eyes locked. Ginny gasped at the beauty of him, his dark, youthful face turned up to her with such trust and yearning. 

"Chase," she cried out, wanting so badly to hold him, to take him inside of herself and keep him there forever. "Chase, I—"

He grasped her hips and brought her down onto his shaft, unable to hold off even another moment. Ginny gasped again at the feeling of his fullness inside of her. She rode him gently at first, wanting to make it last as long as she could, but then he started sucking her nipples again. The ardor within her blazed outward, scorching her body in desperate longing to satisfy the flame. Her thrusts deepened until she was grinding her down into his pubes, her sex using his to feed its wanton desire. Her hands held his shoulders in her palms, her fingers deliberately bent outwards so that her nails didn't cut him. 

Feeling her orgasm building, Chase grasped her ass in his hands and held her, rotating his hips to touch every millimeter of her precious pussy with his dick. Her breasts swayed before him and he arched his neck to catch a nipple in his mouth and suck fervently on it. She felt so good against him…so good. He wanted to make it last another five minutes, even just another minute. He didn't want it to end. He heard her cry out and felt the telling constriction of her vagina around his penis. The silky warmth of her juice gushed over the head of his cock and he yelled involuntarily as his semen burst out of him. Only when he looked down and saw the gush of liquid on his pubes did he remember the condoms lying on the floor next to the mattress. He closed his eyes and held her close to him.

The water had gotten lukewarm again. Chase turned on the top and let it run for another minute. Ginny sank down in the water, closing her eyes as the afterglow of her orgasm made her sleepy. She felt delicious inside now, better than she could ever remember feeling. An hour ago her body had been stiff and sore from the skiing. 

Well, it wasn't sore any longer. 

She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning mischievously. "So, is that what you meant by deep tissue massage?" she asked playfully.

Chase chuckled. "Yeah. Works every time."

"Good to know. I can't wait to strain my muscles again."

He sat up to pour a little body wash into his hands. This he used as a massaging agent on her shoulders, rubbing his strong fingertips hard into her taunt muscles. She let her head fall forward. He worked her neck muscles to the base of her scalp, and pressed the palms of his hands into her larger muscles down her back.

"You really need to be lying down for me to do anymore," he said.

"You would make a wonderful masseuse," she remarked, lathering body wash between her hands to wash his chest. 

"No, I have other career plans," Chase replied, sitting back to take in the luxury by being washed by a beautiful woman. 

"You were in sports marketing in Dallas, right? Are you going to stay in that field?"

"Yeah, but I want to start my own company."

"No kidding."

"Yeah, I actually have some appointments around Denver to look at space."

"To lease?"

"Yep." 

Ginny's eyes grew wide. "Wow. That's really serious."

"Oh yeah," he agreed. "I have a business plan and everything."

She was happy for him. He seemed to have his whole life planned out, which in Ginny's mind was a good thing. It meant he was optimistic about his future. 

The fire had died down by the time they returned to the living room. Dressed in Chase's thermals, she felt warm and cozy inside as she set several small logs into the dwindling flames. Chase looked out the window at the darkening sky. Another night—a reprieve—had settled on the little cabin in the snow. 

She stood up to feel his arms encircling her. Smiling dreamily, Ginny leaned back against his body. Knowing that they had another night to be alone eased the sense of urgency. It meant at least twelve hours before the snowmobiles came over the crest to take them out. But it also meant time to reflect on what had happened between them, something Ginny was apprehensive to face. 

"When we get home," Chase began. He didn't follow the statement, and she turned in his arms to look up at him. 

"Yes?"

"What will you tell John?"

"I don't know if I will tell him. I'm simply going to leave, go stay with my mother in Englewood, get a job."

"You're going to leave him?"

"Yes. I have to. You understand, don't you?"

"Of course. I just didn't realize you had that kind of resolve."

"I do now," she said confidently. Until this morning she hadn't had the tenacity to leave her husband of twenty-five years. But Chase had changed all that. He'd loved her in a way her husband never had and the experience had transformed her from a demure housewife to an independent woman. Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, so too was Ginny emerging from the walls of the emotionally protective thinking that had kept her married to a man who didn't love her. Each moment with Chase, she could feel those wings hardening and growing stronger. By tomorrow she would be ready to fly. 

"Ginny," Chase said slowly, maneuvering her to the sofa and pulling her down with him. "I have an idea. You don't have to agree with me right now. Just hear me out."

"Alright."

"When I start up in Denver, I plan on roughing it for a few years to save on living expenses so I can put the money back in the company. I know for a fact I'm gonna have to hire administrative help; I just can't do it all myself. If you plan on getting a job anyway, you should just come to work for me. I'll pay you…whatever you want," he shrugged.

Ginny grinned impishly at him. "You better be careful. I may just take you up on that."

"From what Randy has told me," Chase went on, "I know you have great computer skills. You designed a website for the high school that they're still using eight years later. I know you helped John launch his insurance company in Vail, and look at how successful that has been. You have skills that I need."




Cabin Fever Ch. 02



Realizing he was completely serious, Ginny moved uneasily at his side. 

"Chase, I think it's too soon to talk about this right now," she said. In her mind, she was thinking that he was simply caught up in the moment. He didn't realize what he was saying. He would change his mind tomorrow when the rescuers arrived and then he would regret this entire conversation. 

"No," Chase disagreed firmly. "This may be my only real chance to talk about this with you. As soon as you get home to John, you may change your mind. I want you to know that you don't have to go back to living that way. You can live with me, Ginny. Not now, not at my parents'," he acknowledged. "But when I get my own place in Denver, I want you there with me."

"Chase," she whispered, stunned by his proposal. "You don't know what you're saying. You're so young. You're starting over. You don't need someone like me hanging on, pulling you down."

"Someone like you?" he retorted caustically. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'm forty-six years old and I know what people think. You want to start your own business, entertain clients. What do you suppose they're going to be thinking when you introduce me to them as anything other than your assistant? They're going to think you're whack. You don't need that."

"I don't care what they think."

"You will," she said. "You will very much care what they think when your paycheck depends on it."

"Who I live with is no one's business," he said resolutely. "People don't think that way anymore, Ginny. They stay out of each other's private lives. They have to. Business would never get done if people judged each other the way they did twenty years ago."

"Well, then that just shows you how out of the loop I am."

He pulled her against him. "I don't think you're out of the loop. I think you're trying to protect me. But I don't want to be protected, Ginny. I plan on going after some big fish and what I really need from you is your unflagging support. I trust you, Ginny, more than any other person in my life. I need you to be there for me, just as I want to be there for you."

His hand swept the hair back from her forehead and he looked longingly down into her blue-green eyes. Despite their lovemaking, he could still sense the fragility of her feelings for him. She was a paradox, at one moment strong in her convictions of right and wrong, at the next, stepping timidly forward, afraid to do anything that might upset everyone else's lives. 

"I don't want to mess things up for you," she said, gazing up into the depths of his dark brown eyes. "And I don't want to be hurt."

"I know. I understand," he said with conviction. 

He wanted to add that he would do everything in his power to take care of her, but he knew that such a statement would only serve to make her feel more uneasy. 

For a long while they stared into the fire together. Chase eventually went back outside to shovel newly accumulated snow away from the backdoor. When he returned, Ginny was nestled down on the mattress, the sleeping bag over her as she laid on her side to stare into the fire. 

He settled down beside her, drawing her against him. Spooning with her in front of a fire was his new favorite thing to do. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. 

When he awoke the fire had died down considerably. He put on another log and walked silently to the bathroom to urinate. He glanced at his wristwatch. It was four in the morning. 

He remembered a time several years earlier when he'd been staying at Ginny and John's for the summer while his parents were overseas, and he'd awoken at exactly four in the morning having to pee. He'd done his business and washed his hands, then noticed Ginny's panties lying in the hamper. It hadn't been a fetish of his until that moment, and forever afterwards he'd feared she thought him some kind of pervert. But the sight of her panties had aroused him and he'd picked them up and started stroking himself with them. He'd closed the door at first and locked it, but even after he'd stripped naked the stuffiness of the small bathroom had overcome him and he'd eventually opened the door to let in a little air, cutting off the light just in case someone stumbled by.

When Ginny had turned on the light and seen him, some part of his brain had convinced him that she wasn't real. Even as he'd watched the saliva pool on her lips and drop to the floor, he still hadn't grasped the fact that she was really there, staring at his dick covered in her body lotion. Not until she'd said, "Sorry," and whirled away from him had he grasped her very real presence, and then he'd come, not from any additional pressure on his penis, but from having simply seen her face.

As he walked back into the living room and looked down at the sleeping profile glowing in the firelight, the longing came back to him as fiercely as it had then. His cock was already growing stiff as he lay down beside her. Ever so gently he kissed the side of her neck, leaving his lips against her skin long enough to feel her pulse thumbing through her artery. She didn't stir. He pushed the sleeping bag down to the end of the mattress, then held her hip as he nudged the crack of her ass. She made a little sound in the back of her throat. He reached a hand around to the front of her and laid a finger against the cleft between her legs. She stirred against him, a frown appearing between her eyes as she continued sleeping. 

Closing his eyes, Chase continued stroking her through her clothes while pressing his cock against the cleft in her butt cheeks. He was actually sleepy again, and the dreamy quality of touching her this way was blissfully pleasant. He put his lips back on her neck, not really kissing her skin, just enjoying the way it felt. Her groin barely moved against his hand. He looked at her eyes, wondering if she had awoken, but she still had REM—rapid eye movement. He knew she was dreaming. He lifted his hand and slid it under her clothes. Her clit was hard and already moist from the juice seeping out of her pussy. 

A groan escaped him as he made little circles around her nub with his fingertip. The undulations from her hips deepened, causing her ass to rock back and forth over his stiff cock. He really wished he was out of his sweats now. He was holding himself up with his left elbow and stroking her with his right hand. There was no way he could push down his pants now without retracting his hand, and he didn't want to do that. He continued stroking her, groaning silently as the gap between her butt cheeks rubbed against his swollen cock.

Her thighs abruptly opened wide as she rolled onto her back, almost on top of him. Chase kept his hand inside her pants and moved to between her legs, balancing himself on his knees as he used his left hand to push down his sweats. His cock sprang out in front of him and he rubbed it with his left hand while he considered his next course of action. He could stay as he was and jerk off. Or, better yet, he could fuck her while she was sleeping. The very idea of it brought him perilously close to coming. 

With the most delicate movements he could manage, Chase pulled down the waistband of the thermals she wore, thermals that were actually his. Because the waistband was too big for her, the pants slid easily down her hips in the front. It was getting them down the back that had him worried. But they'd already slipped quite a bit before she'd rolled over, and now they came down her thighs to her knees, moment by moment her flesh revealing itself to him. At last the pants came off her feet and he looked back up her legs to where the trimmed patch of hair laid just above the gleaming slit of her wet pussy. 

Chase stood up to take his sweats off all the way. He was now completely naked as he stood over her, stroking his cock with his right hand. Just watching her sleep like that, naked from the waist down, was a rush. He could so easily stand like this and jerk himself off. But he wanted more from her. He wanted to feel her tight cunt press against him, surround him, take him in. He wanted to possess her. 

He glanced at his backpack, at the five packets just inside the open zipper. Rather reluctantly, he bent to retrieve one. He did it out of deference to her. Falling to his knees between her legs, he started to glide his penis into her, then stopped himself. Oh yes, it was so tempting, so hot to think of fucking her while she slept, but something held him back. He needed her to trust him.

"Ginny," he said, stroking her face with his trembling hand. He didn't know why he was suddenly so afraid. "Ginny, wake up."

Her eyelids barely opened enough to take him in. A lazy smile softened her face.

"Mmmmm," she intoned seductively, lifting her hips towards him.

His breath caught in his throat. He took her vocalization as a green light and fervently led his cock into her waiting pussy. Her eyes were already closed when he looked back down at her. Except for the soft smile on her lips, she might have still been asleep. 

He fucked her at a slow, leisurely pace, knowing that this could very well be their last chance. At least, for a while. He balanced himself on his forearms to keep from crushing her. His gaze moved over and over her features. He'd known her for so long that it didn't seem possible there was anything new in her face for him to discover. But there was. She actually had a bit of a widow's peak, and her cheekbones were quite pronounced, and her ears were double pierced even though he'd never seen her wear two pairs of earrings at one time. He realized that he knew almost nothing about her childhood or her life before he and Randy became friends. There were so many blanks yet to fill in. 

One of her arms was bent behind her head, the other to her side and her face was turned to the fire. Her hips continued rising to meet his own in the unhurried rhythm he had set. Despite the pressure steadily building within him, he imagined it never coming to an end. He thrust into her, resisting the temptation to go deep. As long as he held it at this pace and kept his strokes relatively shallow, he might make it last eight, even ten, minutes. 

What he didn't count on was that all those shallow thrusts were brushing right against her g-spot with the widest part of his head. Behind her closed eyes, Ginny drifted in an orgasmic dream. She dreamt that she and Chase were fucking and she was about to orgasm, and then she came out of the dream to discover that she and Chase really were fucking and she really was about to orgasm; and then the dream swept back over her and pulled her down, so that she had no real control over her motor skills. She was completely unaware that her hips drove harder and harder against him; that it was she, in fact, who made his dick go deeper and deeper until her clit rubbed hungrily against his pubes and she dug the fingernails of her right hand into the white flesh of his upper arm. 

She climaxed fitfully, dragging in tiny breaths in the back of her throat so that she almost sounded as though she were asphyxiating. Chase continued drilling her as her cunt spasmed against his dick and gushed fluid like an errant fountain. He closed his eyes, pumping harder and deeper but with the same slow rhythm. The added moisture in her vagina made his dick glide inside of her, actually helping him not to come as quickly. He kept pounding away, pressing into her yielding flesh. He loved the way her thighs lay to the sides, wide open for him like a flower. As he gazed down at her face, he saw REM behind her eyelids. She was dreaming.

An irrepressible desire swept over him and he pulled out of her and drew back on his knees to lower his face to her glistening cunt. As he licked the surface of her vulva from clit to perineum, he carefully stretched his legs out from under him and leaned against one hip so as not to crush his own massive hard on. Her vagina gaped where he had pulled out his penis, and he thrust his tongue into that place, tasting a hint of lubricant mixed with her own sweet juice. It seemed to him that with each orgasm the taste of her was becoming more delectable. He certainly knew it was becoming addictive. 

She moaned loudly and he looked up to see her bring both of her hands up to her breasts. She was wearing his own thermal top and the fabric had a nubby feel to it. Her hands moved back and forth over her breasts. He knew she was dreaming. Suddenly her groin tilted up to his face and stayed there. He flicked his tongue at her clit and she again groaned noisily. He liked that. Her butt cheeks were flexed as she lifted her groin up to his face. He stroked her perineum with his tongue and in response she slowly lowered her butt to the mattress. Now he could play with her clit again, and he did so, dragging the flat surface of the middle of his tongue over the hooded nub at the top of her cleft. 

Her breathing became uneven. Her hips wiggled under his touch. He sensed she was about to orgasm again. He continued licking her, longing for that moment when she came against his face. He ran a pointed tongue down the left labia, then up the right, returning to her clit to tease it with tiny circular motions. She gasped and jerked against his face. He slid both hands under her ass and held her as he did the same thing over and over again. Her flesh strained to be released as an intense orgasm lifted her against his tongue. She bucked wildly under him as she climaxed. Her nectar flowed like silken honey out of her vagina and Chase went down on it, lapping until he'd had his fill.

His forgotten cock was still hard and waiting. Suddenly overwhelmed with sleepiness, Chase rolled Ginny onto her side, then entered her from behind. The position made it possible for him to lay on his own side and pump gently into her, his eyes closed against the light of the fire. He draped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Her thighs opened wider for him and she lifted her right leg to let it fall back on his own. Almost asleep himself, he pressed deeper and deeper into her, a sense of utter calm and satisfaction washing over him. He could do this forever. Just after that thought, however, he orgasmed suddenly and ferociously, yelling accidently into Ginny's ear as the sensation possessed him for several long seconds. 

Ginny jerked awake just as he came. Her sleepy eyes looked back at his grimacing face. She watched him for a moment, a puzzled smile playing on her lips, then lay her head back down and slipped right back into sleep. 

Chase eventually, reluctantly, pulled out of her. He had to pee again; otherwise he would have stripped off the condom, tied it off and tossed it on the floor before going back to sleep. As it was he had to get up. He pulled the sleeping bag up over Ginny's naked legs and torso, then padded silently to the bathroom. 

Within two hours, he awoke Ginny and told her to get dressed. The sky was turning from inky darkness into a purple dawn. Even while she rubbed her eyes, Chase went out the backdoor to shovel snow away from the path. When he was satisfied with the result, he put on his skis and slid out into the snowfield. 

The chimney was puffing its gray smoke above a roof of snow, but Chase thought its visibility dubious. He had another plan. With his skis flat in the snow he made a block letter S, followed by an O, and then another S. It took a good while to carve the letters into the snow deeply enough to be seen from the air. Sunlight streamed across the sky above him in shades of pink and orange. 

Ginny had made a breakfast of oatmeal and dried apricots. They ate silently, then went about the business of readying the cabin for their departure. Chase had already covered the broken window with plywood from the shed and together they double checked to make sure there was no glass left anywhere in the room. Ginny packed up their own supplies while Chase returned the skis to the attic. He left the propane on for now, just in case the authorities didn't show, but made a mental note to turn it off before they left. 

All that remained was the fire. As the morning sun came over the mountains to flood the little valley with light, the last of the logs rolled over and crumbled into cinders, sending sparks racing up the chimney. Outside, the air echoed with a strange throbbing sound. Chase jumped up and ran out the back door to climb the incline up to the snowfield. A helicopter hovered a hundred feet above them. 

"Chase Nolan?" a mechanical voice said through the thundering air.

Chase held his thumb up and nodded.

"Ginny Harris?" the voice asked.

He pointed to the house.

"Does she require medical attention?"

Chase made an X with his arms and then spread them apart, to signal, "No."

"Snowmobiles are in route," the voice said. Then the helicopter veered off to the south, taking its throbbing sound with it. 

Chase stepped back into the cabin and stamped his boots onto the floor to loosen the excess snow clinging to them. Ginny still sat on the sofa, watching the last of the cinders burn themselves into ash. 

"Have you thought anymore about what we talked about last night?" Chase asked quietly.

She didn't look at him. She couldn't. The magic of the little cabin was about to end and real life impose itself upon them. So many hard decisions faced her the next few days; she couldn't think beyond packing a bag and driving to her mother's, which in itself would be problematic since her car was stuck on the road somewhere behind them. She supposed that when the authorities found it, it would be towed. And she needed to talk to Randy, to explain things to him. Not that she thought he would be surprised. He might even be relieved that she was finally doing the right thing. But still, divorce was such a life-altering choice. She wouldn't go about it blithely.

"Ginny, I want to stay in touch with you," Chase said firmly. "Don't be surprised if I call you tonight and tomorrow and the next day. Please don't shut me out."

"I know," she said at last, looking up at him however reluctantly. God, he was so young, with so many rich years ahead of him. She thought of all the things she'd experienced since she was twenty-two; he deserved at least that much. Everything within her rebelled against holding him back. She wanted him to soar, to experience the fullness of his youth and celebrate these carefree days, before responsibilities weighed him down. And yet he seemed so set on being an adult…just as she had when she was his age.

Within the hour, a rescue unit on the back of snowmobiles came descending onto the valley. From that point on, the events of the day unfolded outside of their control. Following procedure, they were taken by ambulance to a hospital in Vail to be examined for possible injuries which, of course, there were none. 

Randy was there waiting for her, all shaggy blonde hair and scruffy beard, looking as though he hadn't slept in three days. He gave her a bear hug and held her for a long while, tears brimming in his blue eyes. He didn't say anything; he didn't need to. 

Chase's parents were there as well, along with his three sisters and their assorted significant others and children. He looked a little overwhelmed by all the attention, having forgotten that his family hadn't seen him since the wedding almost a year earlier. A lot had changed in his life since then, and not just because of the divorce and leaving his job in Dallas. 

At one point he and Ginny locked gazes, a knowing look passing between them. For some reason, the room became quiet. Even the children stopped chattering. It was their moment. Their last moment of the day, and then Randy started talking about the rescue effort and everyone resumed speaking.

Randy drove Ginny home from the hospital. She hadn't asked where John was and her son hadn't volunteered. Naturally she had noticed her husband's absence but she wasn't upset about it. The fact that John wasn't there to greet her only confirmed her conviction that they were finished. 




Cabin Fever Ch. 02



"So," Randy began in a tentative tone. "You and Chase. Snowbound in the Baker cabin for almost forty-eight hours."

She stared out the window at the passing scenery. "Is there a question in there?"

"I saw the way the two of you looked at each other in the hospital."

"And how was that?"

"Like two people who know each other, in the biblical sense of the word."

Ginny started to deny it, then closed her mouth. Years ago she'd made the decision never to lie to her son, no matter what. She couldn't lie to him now. He deserved to know the truth, even if it broke the bond between him and Chase, or between him and her. 

He sighed. She knew he was uncomfortable with the idea, but there was nothing within her power to change the fact that it had happened. 

"Grandma Rogers is on her way with Aunt Judy," Randy said in an even tone. He wasn't upset. He wasn't happy but he wasn't upset.

"Why?"

"Because they want to see you. Grandma tried to come yesterday but Dad wouldn't let her. Me and Dad had a big fight about it, too. He was being such an asshole about the whole thing."

Ginny said nothing. She didn't want to come between Randy and his father. Still, she did want Randy to understand where she stood and that it had nothing to do with John's recent actions.

"I'll probably be going back to Denver with Grandma," she said at last. "I made a decision while I was up there. I've lived too many years not being who I really am, not allowing myself to feel and experience life in an authentic way. I can't go back to pretending I'm satisfied with the status quo when I'm not."

Randy glanced at her. "Well, that's a relief. I don't know why you put up with it as long as you did."

She gazed back at him. "You aren't upset?"

"I'm your son, Mom. I want you to be happy…whatever that means. And you need to be with someone who puts your happiness above everything else."

They had pulled into the driveway. Now Randy turned off his ignition. John's truck was parked in the open garage. He must have come home early from work. 

Suddenly Randy's cell phone blasted a hard rock ringtone and he quickly retrieved it from his hip. 

"It's Chase," he said before answering it, having recognized Chase's ringtone. "Yo, bro," he said into the tiny phone. Ginny looked out the window. 

A hand touched her arm. "Here, he wants you," Randy said. He made a funny face at her, as though to say "What gives?" before getting out of the car. 

Ginny held the phone in her hand. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She put the phone to her ear and listened for a moment. The other end was silent.



Cabin Fever Ch. 02



A few cabins away, Gina's best friend and her family had come to open up their cabin as well. "Cabin" was a very loose term, because the Fletchers often came in the winter to ski and could very easily have lived there year-round, had they chosen to do so. Nikki Fletcher was already in a whirl of activity.

The Master Bedroom had been tidied from top to bottom and was almost glistening. The plush carpeting had been steam-cleaned a day earlier, the oak woodwork of the elaborate bed polished until it gleamed. The mattress had been turned and checked; sheets and fresh linens now adorned the beds. Nikki Fletcher was dusting the bureaus, dressers and all over, making the room perfect. Most people hated spring cleaning, but the Fletcher family took great pride in the appearance of their homes, inside and out. Stan Fletchers's clients often commented to him what a perfect home he seemed to have -- which suited them all, they took great pride in that. 3 perfect kids, all straight-A students, highly motivated. His lawyer-wife, Carrie had raised them to exceed through discipline and praise. The Fletcher kids were the kind some kids hated -- they did everything right and were Teacher's Pets -- but you couldn't really hate them, because they worked hard and were studious, yet kind and helpful when needed.

Nikki could hear Carrie bustling around downstairs; she was almost finished as well. Soon, the rewards of all this work would be shared by all in the household. Everyone looked forward to the aftermath of Spring Cleaning.

Rick was outside; she could hear the mower running. Her older brother enjoyed yard work and it was also his job to help clean out the garage and tool shed. Like their father, Rick was a man who enjoyed precision, so these things rarely took much cleaning -- he liked everything hung up, put away and organized.

Rochelle was downstairs, working on the Den and her parent's shared study / office. Rochelle was serious and down-to-business most of the time, closer to her father in temperament than any of them. The 19-year old had acumen in both the law and PR, so after long discussions with her parents, Rochelle had decided to go and get her law degree, then join her father's firm as Legal Counsel. Rochelle had thought that a very practical idea, practicality suited her. She could laugh when the time was right, but only her family -- Nikki in particular -- were permitted to address her as "Rocky".

Nikki bustled about and stood back, surveying her labors -- there wasn't a speck of dust to be found anywhere, she'd done her usual perfect job. Just as she was admiring her handiwork, her father entered the room.

"All done, kitten?" She was the only one he called that -- it made her all squooshy inside, it just hadn't fit Rochelle.

"All done, Daddy."

"Let me look at you. Wow -- you still take Daddy's breath away, kitten."

"Thank you, Daddy." Her favorite part of their Spring Cleaning ritual was now underway -- the celebration. As she had for the past few years and on special occasions, she was wearing her skimpy, tight-fitting French Maid's outfit, with the black stiletto heels and the expensive fishnets -- the cheap ones wouldn't do, they were just tres-tacky. She was already sitting on her father's lap while they sat on the bed, his big beefy hand stroking up her long, slender legs. She melted at his touch -- she always had, ever since her eighteenth birthday when he'd removed the impediment of her virginity.

"Daddy, I love when you touch me. You gonna' fuck me, aren't you, Daddy? You're going to put your big old Daddy-dick inside my pussy and fuck me hard, like the slutty little French Maid I am, right?" Nikki's hands had already unzipped his fly and were fondling his cock, in the back of her head; she heard the lawnmower go off.

"Of course Nikki -- why don't you bend over and suck Daddy's cock, I'm going to get out of this shirt before it wrinkles. Oh damn kitten, you sure know just what your Daddy likes."

"Glmmphhh." Nikki did -- his eldest daughter was an unabashed cock-slut, she worshipped dick and sucked him every chance she got. She was a naughty little thing and had several family-approved lovers, but it was still incestuous sex with her Daddy that got her the hottest. Her tongue whipped about his rod as Carrie came in the room, clad in just in a tiny pair of shorts and halter.

"Don't wear him out, kitten," Carrie admonished her daughter. "I'm going to want some too, just as soon as I finish my shower. If he cums in you, let me know and I'll eat you clean -- or Rochelle will, if she beats me to it!" Carrie winked as she went into the en-suite bathroom and ran the water. Nikki watched her mother with great admiration and hoped she'd look that good at 45 -- but likely would, the entire family all had good genes and great bone structure. 

Stan looked at his daughter's beautiful face and eyes before she started going down on him again. His eldest was tiny, but strikingly beautiful, only 5'2", but she packed a wallop. Her 32B-22-31 frame was slim and adorable, she had the cutest rump and her blue-gray-green eyes could draw a man -- or woman -- in and hold you there. She was possessed of her Bulgarian-born mother's brand of beauty, fair and sensual. She looked at Stan, smiled and took him back into her eager lips and sucked ardently.

Rick walked through the door and saw his sister's blonde head bobbing up and down on their father's cock. He hoped she'd suck him later, he loved Nikki's BJ's. "Where's Mom?" Rick asked his father.

"In the shower."

"Hmm -- think I'll go join her, I know how Mom loves being fucked in water. Later, guys!" Rick walked into the bathroom and left his father and sister at play.

Nikki gobbled and slurped her Daddy's thick cock like her life depended on making him cum. She adored her Daddy, he was the hottest stud she'd ever fucked, even at 50 years of age, he had incredible stamina. Massive, built like a linebacker, he could throw a girl a mean fuck or make tender sweet love to her. Her parents were one of the fuckiest couples in the whole universe, Nikki believed.

"Room for one more?" Rochelle purred in the doorway. Her 5'10" tall sister, all dark-haired and lush curves, stood there in a filmy black negligee and stilettos. Nikki's mouth watered -- she adored having girl-on-girl sex with both her mother and sister, if the men weren't home, the women rarely went without.

"Of course, Rocky lover!" Nikki purred. Nikki had been the first to call her younger sister that and she was the only one that could get away with it without Rochelle bristling a bit. That was because Rochelle admired her sister's free-spirited ways and she loved her much-tinier sibling to bits. She crawled into bed with her father and sister and insinuated herself between her sister's legs, rapidly sliding the tiny thong Nikki wore from her pussy. She began licking the pussy of the girl she adored most, her first girl-lover, the yummy, pixyish Nikki.

"God, I love our perverted incestuous family!" Stan said as he watched his daughters at play. He silently said a thank you to his wife for suggesting this lifestyle for their family, she had grown up in an equally loving family and still got together with her siblings when they -- or their children -- were in town. It was hedonistic, but it worked for them all.

"Incest IS best, Daddy," Nikki giggled before returning to his shaft.

Carrie entered the room, Rick right behind her. He was out of action, having had his Mom suck him to hardness, then banging her hard in the shower stall, but seeing his sisters -- or any of the women, for that matter -- at play never failed to get him hard and he began to stiffen again. Rochelle's dark eyes flashed and she motioned for her brother to join them on the King-sized bed. She left her sister's pussy, but Nikki barely noticed, because Carrie took her place and began licking cunt with relish.

"Okay lovers -- I think we need to get down to some serious fucking, don't you?" Nikki cooed, her 23-year old pussy craving cock. "Let's mix it up -- Rick, why don't you come and give me a good dicking, Mom, move up here and I can lick you out, 'kay? Rocky, I've hogged Daddy long enough, why don't you get on top and ride him, I know you like that. We all cool with this? Okay people, let's fuck!"

"Oh God, we're such sluts!" Rochelle moaned as she climbed aboard her father's cock. She loved the slow descent, feeling his prick move into her cunt, inch by inch until she was packed. She looked over and saw the rest of her family fucking away and knew when she went away to University next fall, she'd have to find some willing playmates, like Nikki had. She was much too fucky to cut back on sex. She also knew she'd be making a lot of trips home, despite the distance -- her family would make the long drive worthwhile.

Rick was really giving it to his sister, she was one of the most energetic fucks on the planet, almost acrobatic in the way she could twist and turn her tiny, agile little body. Her ass surged back as he fucked her deeply and her tongue delved deeply into their mother's cunt. The 20-year old had recently shared his sister with his first serious girlfriend and Carrie had been begging him to set up another three-way, even though she'd been insistent at first that "incest is gross" and "I'm not into girls". She claimed initially she'd been drunk when she agreed to it, but after some wonderful sixty-nines with Nikki and watching how hot brother and sister looked in bed, Carrie was a convert and one of the few who knew their secret.

"Goddamn Dad, don't we have the best sluts in the world?" Rick groaned as he pounded his sister's tight, almost-virginal cunt. Nikki was face-deep in their mother's pussy, but Carrie heard every word.

"Yes -- we are, we're nasty fucking sluts!" Carrie groaned as his oldest child ate her out. She leaned to the side and was able to give her youngest a sweet, passionate kiss as Rochelle rode her father's cock. These family gatherings were never dull and everyone got at least a few cums each.

"And we're damned proud of it!" Rochelle added as her pussy tightened and contracted around Stan's cock. She was going to fuck her older brother next, she still wanted to experience the ultimate -- an all-out fucking, one man in her pussy, one in her ass, one of the women licking her wherever while she licked the other. Being the newest addition to their crazy group, Rochelle thought she had a lot of catching up to do, as she writhed atop her Daddy's cock and moved back and forth, she didn't think anyone here would mind her practicing whenever she could.

Carrie looked around, happy and content with the family fuck-a-thon. She never tired of the various combinations, watching her husband fuck their daughter was a source of pride. Her daughters knew Daddy was "snipped", so they gave him their bodies willingly -- but they were careful with brother Rick and both girls were on the patch, just in case. Rick was extremely virile and there had already been one close call with Carrie, although everyone liked his new playmate and would have happily welcomed her into the family, if the need had arisen. From what Carrie had been told by Nikki, the sexy blonde nymph would have fit in just fine. Carrie intended to have the girl over for "dinner" very soon and find out just how fine for herself. 

A cacophony of wails and plaintive moans filled the room and Rick was the first to let go -- cumming all over Nikki's perky little butt. Carrie moved away from her daughter's seeking mouth and began cleaning up her son's spend, which sent Stan over the edge, cumming in his youngest daughter's sweet cunt. Now it was Nikki's turn, she glommed on to Rochelle's box and began the fun task of eating her clean.

After an afternoon of fucking, followed by an outdoor barbecue, there followed an evening of even more fucking. The quintet made a fairly big mess and Nikki knew they'd have to clean it up tomorrow, but there'd be no objections to that. The cycle would merely repeat itself anew. Everyone was fine with that, it was just the way things were with the Fletcher family.



Cabin Fever Ch. 02



Lisa Clark paced back and forth in front of the living room window. Her husband, Brad, left over a half hour ago to head north. She had told him she couldn't go to the family cabin this trip because of work.

At the end of the street, Kevin Lang, Lisa's younger brother, sat in his pick up truck. He waited and watched, making sure his brother didn't return to the house. Kevin's wife should have been on her way north with her brother Brad, but Kevin wasn't taking any chances.

Kevin drove down the street after waiting an hour. He pulled into the driveway and went in the house. Lisa smiled at her brother and tried to quell the butterflies in her stomach. The siblings stared at each other for what seemed like an hour, but were only a few moments.

"I was afraid you'd decided not to come," Lisa said softly, her voice showing her nervousness.

"I wanted to make sure Brad and Wendy didn't show up," Kevin replied. He was just as nervous as his sister was.

"Want something? I have a bottle of rum," Lisa said.

"Do you have cola too?"

Lisa nodded and went to the kitchen to mix drinks for each of them. She made the drinks strong, hoping the alcohol would sooth her nerves. Kevin stood next to his sister at the sink, watching.

"Here you go, Kevin," Lisa said as she handed her brother his drink.

Kevin clicked his glass against his sister's glass. "Here's to old times," He said.

Lisa grinned and took a gulp of the sweet drink. She walked into the living room, sitting on the leather couch. Kevin followed, sitting near her. They sat in silence, sipping their drinks. Lisa began to relax, the liquor calming her tense body. Her face softened and a smile formed.

"Remember the night of my bachelorette party?" Lisa said. The conversion always began the same way, Lisa and her brother reliving the first night they became intimate.

"Yeah, I remember. I remember you teasing me because Wendy and I hadn't made love yet," Kevin replied.

Lisa and her brother began talking about the night almost four years ago. Lisa came home from her bachelorette party with a good buzz. She and her friends, including her brother's girlfriend, had been at a friend's house. They drank and laughed while talking about Lisa's upcoming wedding. When Lisa came home, Kevin had to help her to her room.

"You kept telling me that Wendy wanted to go all the way with me. I didn't know if you were kidding or serious," Kevin said.

"You looked up my skirt when you put me on my bed," Lisa retorted with a chuckle.

"As I remember it, you weren't being very modest that night. You didn't seem to mind when I peeked up your skirt."

"I didn't care at that point. Don't forget, I was half drunk."

Kevin chuckled. "Yeah, but you were half sober too. I can remember it like it was yesterday."

"Oh you can, can you. Okay, what was I wearing?" Lisa asked. She knew he remembered, but it was part of the game.

"You had on a denim skirt and a black blouse. Under the skirt, you wore black panties," Kevin said and then he laughed.

"I was a tease, wasn't I?"

"Yes you were. You knew Wendy and I hadn't done anything except some heavy petting. I was so mad when you kept telling me I was afraid to go any further."

Lisa laughed again. She pulled her legs up on the couch, making sure her brother was able to see her panties under her white uniform dress. "I couldn't help myself, I was horny that night."

"You were devious is what you were. I was as dumb as a bag of rocks. When you acted like you passed out, I was going to leave, but then you asked me to help you get your shoes off," Kevin said.

"Yeah, and you couldn't keep your eyes off my crotch while you unbuckled them, could you?"

Kevin shook his head. "No, and you knew I wouldn't. Shit, Lisa, you spread your legs and caused your skirt to rise to your waist."

"I thought my acting like I couldn't unbutton my blouse was priceless. You finally took the hint and helped me. It was all I could do to keep from laughing when you tried to unbutton my top without touching my tits."

"I managed to get your shirt off though."

Lisa nodded. "Yup, and my skirt too."

"You sure looked sexy lying on your bed in your undies."

"I thought you were going to faint when I asked you to undo my bra."

"I almost did when I took it off. Your boobs were the first real ones I'd seen. Wendy let my play with hers, but only though her top."

"I felt sorry for you. You were eighteen and had never seen a naked girl before. The look on your face made me keep going. I was going to stop after you took my bra off, but when I saw the look in your eyes, I couldn't.

"When I asked you to help me get under the covers, I knew how things were going to end up. I tried to blame it on being drunk, but when I'm honest with myself, I can't. I knew exactly what I was doing."

"The kiss you gave me when I picked you up was so hot! I felt like I was going to melt in your arms. Then when I tried to get you under the covers, you pulled me onto the bed with you. From that moment on, the night was pure bliss for me," Kevin said.

"It was for me too. I loved the way it felt when you put your dick in me. I loved the way you fucked me that night."

"I didn't last very long as I remember it."

Lisa giggled and said, "Not the first time, but the second and third time we did it you lasted long enough to get me off."

Kevin took another sip of his drink. He placed it on the coffee table and began rubbing his sister's leg above the knee. Lisa put her drink down so she could put her arms around her brother's neck. Their mouths met and they kissed. Lisa opened her mouth and let her brother's tongue slide over her lips.

Lisa twisted on the couch until she stretched out across Kevin's lap. He put his hand on her breast, flexing his fingers against the pliant mound. She moaned into his mouth, pushing her chest up and he began unbuttoning the top of her dress.

"Mmmm, I love the way your hands feel on my tits, Kevin. Get my uniform off," Lisa said.

"No problem."

Kevin and Lisa worked her uniform dress off. He removed her bra and leaned over so he could kiss her breasts. Lisa felt her pussy tingle as his teeth pinched her nipples. She moved a hand between them and rubbed his cock through his jeans.

Lisa slipped out of her brother's arms. Kneeling on the floor, she unfastened his jeans. Kevin lifted his hips so his sister could pull his pants down his legs. She wrapped her hand around his erect prick and began to stroke him. Kevin leaned his head back and let out a moan.

"Remember the first time I sucked your cock?" Lisa asked as she rubbed the head against her face.

"Yeah, it was two days later. I didn't think we'd ever do anything again. You were getting married and I thought it was a one time fling," Kevin said.

"It was supposed to be, but after we made love, I knew I couldn't stop. I loved Brad, I still do, but there was something inside me that wouldn't leave me alone." Lisa kissed the tip of his cock and then took it in her mouth. She bobbed her head, taking over half his length.

Kevin knew he wouldn't last long. Lisa knew she would soon have his semen coating her tongue. She applied suction as her lips glided up and down the veined shaft. Lisa fondled his balls, trying to coax his cum into her mouth. Ever since the first time she gave him a blowjob, her first attempt at oral sex, she couldn't get enough of her brother's cock or the bittersweet cum it produced.

Lisa felt his cock swell and jerk against her tongue. She waited, knowing her brother wouldn't warn her. He always told his sister before he ejaculated, but she told him not to. She wanted the surprise and her brother didn't disappoint.

Kevin's cock erupted in his sister's sucking mouth. She held his semen, waiting until he finished before swallowing. Lisa loved showing her brother her mouthful of cum. Once his cock stopped pulsing, Lisa removed her mouth. She stretched up, opening her mouth to show Kevin the puddle of thick milky fluid. Closing her mouth, she swallowed and then licked her lips.

"Mmmm, I love doing that, Kevin. Your cum tastes so good!" Lisa said as she got up.

Kevin removed his shirt and kicked his pants off. He stretched out on his back so he could service his sister's pussy with his mouth and tongue. Lisa grinned as she straddled his head and lowered her crotch to his upturned face. Kevin gripped her sides, pulling her down to him.

Lisa wiggled against her brother's tongue. He stabbed at her wet pussy, taking pleasure in her unique taste. He rubbed his nose against her clit while staring up into her bright green eyes. Lisa ran her fingers through Kevin's hair. She stroked his head lightly, moaning softly. As she approached her orgasm, Lisa's hips began to move and she rubbed her drooling pussy against her brother's face. Kevin moved his head from side to side while flicking his tongue against her hardened clit.

Kevin reached up and pinched his sister's nipples, causing jolts of pleasure to run from her breasts to her pussy. When she peaked, Lisa threw her head back and let out a mournful cry. She gripped her brother's hair, pulling his head against her crotch.

"Oh god yes, suck my pussy!" Lisa yelled. "That feels so good!"

Kevin felt her tangy juices draining down his throat. He lapped at her pussy, gathering the fluid with his tongue. Lisa lifted up from her brother's face, her pussy still convulsing as she moved down and impaled herself on his rigid cock. Lisa leaned forward, placing her hand on Kevin's chest. She started to bounce, driving his prick in and out of her pussy.

Lisa lowered her head. She kissed Kevin and moaned. He humped up against her as their passion grew into animal like rutting. The sound of slapping flesh echoed in the room, mixed with their throaty groans. Like a rollercoaster, Lisa's orgasms rose slowly, crested the peak and then plummeted at breakneck speed. Her body vibrated as her brother's cock plowed in and out of her pussy.

Kevin held on as long as he could. He used every trick he knew to prolong his climax. Finally, the desire to come overrode his desire to refrain. He shoved up, gripped his sister's ass, and came in her gripping pussy. Lisa clamped her vagina against her brother's throbbing member, feeling him squirting into her depths.

Lisa went limp on top of Kevin's heaving body. He stroked her back and ass while the siblings attempted to regain their composure. Lisa felt Kevin's cock pulling out of her pussy and flexed her vaginal muscles trying to keep him inside of her.

"Damn that was great, Sis. You were wild," Kevin said.

"You didn't do bad yourself, little brother." Lisa smiled and got up. "Now that we've fucked, let's get something to eat. Are we going out tonight?"

"Yes, it will give me a chance to recharge my batteries," Kevin said.

"Okay, come take a shower with me."

Lisa and Kevin showered. When they finished, they dressed. Lisa put on a short skirt. Kevin reached under the skirt, removing her panties. She laughed and pulled her top on without a bra.

"Are you going to be bad tonight?" Lisa asked. "I thought I was pretty good, actually."

Lisa gave Kevin a kiss. "You were great!"

Kevin and Lisa ate dinner in a little Mexican restaurant near the house. They sat next to each other at a round table and enjoyed their meal. After dinner, they ordered margaritas.

"I'm really going to miss being together like this, Kevin," Lisa said sadly.

"So am I, but we've talked about it. We both know we can't go on doing this behind Brad and Wendy's backs. It's a small wonder we haven't been discovered," Kevin said.

"I don't regret a moment. The last four years have been wonderful for me."

"They have been for me too, Lisa. You know I still love you and always will, but this has to end," Kevin told his sister. "We've agreed to that, right?"

"Yes and you're right, we have to stop. I'm glad we have this weekend together. I feel like I want to cram a lifetime of having sex with you into three days," Lisa said.

"You were always a horny little thing," Kevin said with a smile.

"So, you didn't seem to mind. Besides, you were just as bad once you had a taste," Lisa said.

"And you love it when I taste you!" Kevin sipped his drink and then looked into his sister's eyes. "Maybe we could still get together once in a while. You know, not as often, but on a special occasion or something."

"I wish we could, Kevin, I really do. I just can't handle the way I feel after we do it anymore. I don't have a problem with what we do, but I hate lying to Brad. What would we do if they caught us fooling around? I can't stand the thought of losing my husband," Lisa said with a sigh.

Kevin nodded. "I'd hate to lose Wendy too. Let's not think about it anymore. Let's just have fun together."

Lisa smiled. She felt her brother's hand on her knee and scooted closer. He began to stroke her inner thigh and she opened her legs a little more. Kevin looked around as he moved his hand higher. Noting no one was watching, he started to rub Lisa's pussy. Kevin fingered Lisa slowly while sipping his drink. She scooted her chair further under the table so another patron wouldn't discover them. Kevin finally removed his hand, sucking his finger seductively.

Lisa and her brother finished their drinks. Neither of them needed to mention their urgency. The moment they were in Kevin's truck, Lisa began kissing him. She pulled Kevin's arm, guiding his hand under her skirt.

"Take me home before I fuck you right here!" Lisa said as she wiggled against his probing fingers.

"It wouldn't be the first time we fucked in my truck," Kevin said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know it wouldn't, but we don't have to this weekend."

Kevin pulled his hand out from under his sister's short skirt. Lisa sat next to him, pulling her skirt up to expose her naked pussy. She rubbed herself with one hand while rubbing Kevin's cock with the other. He drove to the house and they went in.

Lisa pulled Kevin to the bedroom. They removed their clothes and fell into one another's arms. Kissing, they moved to the king size bed. Lisa ripped the covers back and pulled her brother onto the bed with her. She unceremoniously flopped on her back and spread her legs.

"Get your cock in my pussy and fuck me!" Lisa said.

Kevin did what she asked. He knelt between her splayed legs, gripped his cock, and pushed it into her. He gripped her legs, pulling them over his. Lisa groaned as her brother grabbed her ass and began moving.

"Oh fuck yeah! That's the way, baby. Fuck me!" Lisa said as she humped against Kevin's thrusts.

Kevin pumped his cock in and out of his sister's pussy. He rolled her on her side, putting her right leg over his shoulder. Kevin gripped one of Lisa's breasts, massaging it roughly, as he assaulted her pussy with rampant lunges. Lisa let out a series of grunts. She found her clit with her hand and began rubbing it furiously.

"Oh my god you brute! You're fucking me so hard," Lisa said. "I'm going to come!"

"Do it, Sis, come on my cock for me. I'm going to fill your pussy in a minute," Kevin said, his words accented by sharp grunts. "Fuck, your pussy is hot!"

Kevin came, shooting his semen into his sister. Lisa also reached her climax, a few moments after her brother. Her pussy contracted around his cock, milking it. Kevin pushed into her as far as he could. His ass clinched each time his dick spurted.

Lisa panted as she looked up at her brother. She took a few short breaths and then grinned. "You never disappoint me, Kevin. Every time we fuck it's as good as the first time."

Kevin rolled Lisa on her back. He stretched out next to her, putting his hand on the back of her head. Lisa grinned and said, "I suppose you want me to suck your gooey cock, don't you?"

Lisa didn't wait for her brother's answer. She scooted down his body, sucking his semi flaccid prick between her lips. Lisa let out a subtle moan as she took his entire cock into her mouth. While she slurped the juices off Kevin's cock, she began to think about her husband.

Kevin stroked his sister's hair while she gently mouthed his cock. Lisa backed off as it grew in her mouth. She wasn't able to take it all without gagging. Removing her mouth from Kevin's cock, she licked the length of his shaft. Pushing his prick against his belly, she kissed his balls. Lisa pulled one of the egg shaped orbs into her mouth, coddling it with her tongue.

Lisa sucked and licked Kevin's balls and cock for several minutes. She moved up and kissed his mouth. Kevin hugged his sister's naked body against his, returning the kiss.

"That was great, Lisa," Kevin said as he stroked her cheek. "You're a great cocksucker you know."

Lisa laughed and said, "Does that mean you want another blowjob?"

"In a little while. I have to rest first. Let's get a drink and watch television."

Lisa and Kevin didn't bother dressing. They fixed fresh drinks and went to sit in the living room. Kevin flipped through the channels, but there was nothing either of them wanted to watch. They decided on the music channel for the noise.

"I should call Brad. He'll wonder about me if I don't," Lisa said.

"Okay, I'll call Wendy a little later. We shouldn't call too close together," Kevin said.

Lisa leaned close to her brother. He put his arm around her, letting his hand drop to her breast. Lisa gave Kevin a kiss and went to call her husband. When she returned, Lisa cuddled with Kevin again.

"You know, we've never spent the night together. At least not when we've had a house to ourselves," Kevin said. "I can't wait to wake up in the morning with your naked body next to mine."

"I can't wait to feel you fuck me in the morning. I'm going to make you a big breakfast too." Lisa snickered. "You're going to need your strength this weekend."

Reaching over to Kevin, Lisa fondled his cock. "This thing is going to need its strength too. I plan to have in my mouth or pussy as many times as I can. We may have to stop, but I'm going to enjoy our last few times."

"We don't get to be together too often anymore. Between work and our spouses, we don't find the time to be alone."

Kevin went to the phone so he could call Wendy. After a brief conversation, he returned to the couch.

"Remember last summer when we were at the cabin? Wendy almost caught us fucking on the raft. It's a good thing you saw her when you did," Lisa said when Kevin sat back down. "We've had a few close calls over the last four years."

"That makes it so exciting sometimes. Like when we get together for lunch and do it in the truck. I love it when you suck me during the day when someone might see us," Kevin said.

Lisa grinned. She leaned over to take her brother's stiffening cock in her mouth. Lisa bobbed her head a few times, removed her mouth, and kissed the head. "We should go to the park near the hospital tomorrow. I'll suck your dick for you."

"Wear a skirt and I'll eat your hot pussy," Kevin said with a chuckle.

Lisa unfolded her legs, spread them, and said, "You could eat me right now."

Kevin slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor. He began to pet his sister's pussy, toying with the light brown curls. "Why haven't you ever shaved your pussy?"

"I don't know. I trim when I wear a bikini, but I've never thought about shaving it all off. Would you like my pussy better if it was bald?"

"No, I wouldn't like it any better, but it would be sexy," Kevin said as he parted her labia with his fingers.

"I don't know. It might be hard to explain to Brad if I did it without talking to him first." Lisa moaned, feeling her brother's finger enter her.

Kevin leaned forward and began licking his sister's crotch while moving his finger in her pussy. "Next to fucking and being eaten, getting finger fucked is my favorite," Lisa said.




Cabin Fever Ch. 02



"I thought sucking my cock was your favorite," Kevin said as he looked in Lisa's eyes.

Lisa smiled and said, "I was talking about what I like done to me. I love sucking your prick!"

Kevin concentrated on his sister's pussy. He fingered her, curling his finger toward her mons. When he found the small patch of pleasure in her pussy, Lisa let out a groan. He flicked his tongue against her clit, feeling her jerk when he made contact. He sucked the hardened nub and Lisa's body quivered. Kevin sucked his sister's pussy and finger fucked her to orgasm. She squealed with delight as her climax ripped through her. Finally, her pussy became too sensitive and she pushed his head away from her crotch.

Sitting back, Kevin gazed at his sated sister. He could feel her juices on his face and taste her on his lips. Lisa leaned back, closing her eye she sighed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.

Kevin moved up to the couch. He sipped his drink, watching Lisa.

After she rested, Lisa said, "I want to dance with you."

Lisa and Kevin began dancing to the slow music. Kevin's cock became erect as he rubbed it against her stomach. Moving his hands to her ass, Kevin pulled Lisa closer.

"Mmmm, this is nice, Kevin," Lisa said.

Kevin lifted Lisa by her ass and she wrapped her legs around him. He guided her pussy to his rigid cock, lowering her onto it. Lisa let out a moan as his dick went deep into her pussy.

"Oh my god! Are you going to fuck me standing up?" Lisa said as she pressed her breasts against Kevin's face.

"Yup, is that a problem?" Kevin said.

"Hell no! You can fuck me anyway you want to."

Kevin's strong arms held Lisa's one hundred ten pound body against his. He started to move her up and down on his cock and she rocked to his rhythm. As he approached his climax, Kevin moved her faster. He walked to the wall, pressing Lisa's back against it. She gripped him with her legs, enjoying each hard thrust. Kevin fucked his sister so hard the pictures on the wall rattled.

"Give me your cock! I want to feel you come in me," Lisa said.

"It won't be long, baby. I'm getting close. Do you want it in your pussy or your mouth?" Kevin said between grunts.

"Mmmm, decisions, decisions. Do it where you want," Lisa said.

Kevin continued to fuck Lisa until he felt his cock swell. He lifted her off his dick and told her to kneel on the floor. Lisa opened her mouth to receive her brother's cock, but Kevin had other ideas. He fisted his prick, shooting his semen on Lisa's face. Lisa laughed as she tried to capture his cum with her tongue. When Kevin stopped ejaculating, he rubbed his cock against her face.

"Damn, it's so hot seeing my cum all over your pretty face," Kevin said as he smeared the thick semen over her skin with his cock.

Lisa caught his cock between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head, feeling the ridge. Lisa applied suction and pulled her head back. His cock came out of her mouth with a pop.

"Let's take a shower and go to bed," Lisa said.

Kevin and Lisa showered and went to bed. They lay close, kissing, and running their hands over each other's bodies. The activities took their toll and they fell asleep in one another's arms.

****

The next morning, Kevin woke up to find he was alone. He sat up, stretched, and got out of bed. After using the bathroom, he went to find his sister, calling her name as he walked down the hall.

"I'm in the kitchen, baby. Breakfast is ready," Lisa said.

Kevin chuckled when he walked in the kitchen. Lisa had stretched out on the table, her spread legs propped up on the backs of two chairs. Between her legs was another chair for him.

Kevin sat on the chair. He reached up, covering her breasts with his hands. Leaning forward, Kevin began lapping his sister's splayed pussy.

"That feels so good. Are you enjoying your breakfast as much as I am?" Lisa said as she lifted her head.

"Your pussy tastes great. Not very filling, but tasty as hell," Kevin said and then he returned his face to Lisa's crotch.

It wasn't long before Lisa began moaning out loud. She clutched at her breasts as her climax built deep in her body. Kevin sensed that she was close and sucked her clit. Lisa chanted, "Yes, yes, yes!" as she came.

Kevin licked and sucked on Lisa's pussy until she had another orgasm. He sat back and watched her pussy juice drooling down to her ass. Lisa finally sat up, slid off the table, and straddled her brother's legs. She gave Kevin a kiss and then started licking her pussy juice from his face.

"Hmmm, no wonder you like eating me. I taste pretty good."

"You taste great. Now, are you going to suck my cock or fuck me?"

Lisa slid off Kevin's legs, kneeling on the floor. Pushing his legs apart, she looked up and said, "Both!"

Dropping her head, Lisa started to suck Kevin's rigid cock. She bobbed her head and fondled his balls while moaning around his shaft. Kevin wrapped his sister's auburn hair around his hands and moved her head up and down. Lisa looked up, locking her gaze with her brother's eyes. Kevin smiled at her and pushed her head down. Lisa's face contorted as she gagged on his throbbing cock. He held his cock against the back of her throat for a moment and then pulled back.

"Damn it! I can't get your prick in my throat," Lisa said after removing her mouth. She stood up and straddled her brother's legs. Reaching between them, Lisa guided his cock into her pussy.

"I can get it all in your pussy, Lisa. Shut up and fuck me," Kevin said with a grin.

Lisa pushed one of her breasts against Kevin's mouth as she settled down on his cock. "Here, suck my tit while I fuck your prick."

Kevin sucked her nipple and she held his head against her chest. He caught it between his teeth and bit down until Lisa let out a groan. She told him how much she love having her nipples bit and then wiggled on Kevin's cock.

Holding his sister's waist, Kevin began lunging up into her. He felt her pussy gripping his cock as they fucked at breakneck speed. When Kevin felt his climax approaching, he did nothing to hold back. He pulled his mouth off Lisa's breast, threw his head back, and let out a groan. His cock exploded in her, sending his semen deep inside her quivering pussy. Lisa tightened her vaginal muscles, gripping his throbbing prick.

Kevin's cock stopped pulsing. Lisa pulled off, leaned over, and slurped his slick dick into her mouth. She cleaned his softening cock, humming while she did.

"Yum, now I've had breakfast too." Lisa giggled. "Oops, I'm leaking on the floor. "I better clean it up."

Lisa stood up. Kevin chuckled when he saw his semen leaking out from between his sister's legs. She used paper towel to wipe the floor while they laughed. Lisa made pancakes and sausage for breakfast. She made a spectacle of seductively eating the links of meat. Kevin shook his head as Lisa sucked the sausage before taking a bite.

After breakfast, Kevin and Lisa showered. They dressed and then left for the park. On the way, Lisa teased Kevin by hiking up her skirt. She sat against the passenger door with one leg on the seat. When her brother glanced at her, Lisa pulled up her short skirt so he could see her bare pussy.

"I want to go for a walk, Kevin," Lisa said when they got out of the truck. She took his hand and headed toward one of the paths through the woods.

"I wonder what time Brad and Wendy will be home tomorrow." Lisa said as they walked.

"I don't know. If they leave when we usually do, it'll be after nine," Kevin said. "I should leave by noon tomorrow. They might come home early."

Lisa and Kevin found a secluded spot off the path. They began fooling around and kissing. She fished his cock out of his pants and stroked it. Kevin lifted her skirt so he could play with her pussy. They heard voices approaching. Lisa chuckled and bent over, taking her brother's cock in her mouth. While she blew him, they could hear the people talking.

Once the voices faded, Kevin pulled his cock out of Lisa's sucking mouth. He told her to grab a nearby tree and bend over. Lifting the back of her skirt, Kevin pushed his cock into her pussy. Lisa shoved back against his cock, feeling it going deep in her. Kevin reached around her body, playing with her breasts while pumping his prick in and out of her pussy.

Kevin came, triggering his sister's orgasm. They separated and began to laugh. Lisa used her mouth to clean his cock before tucking it back in his pants. As they walked back to the truck, Lisa felt her brother's semen running down her legs. At the truck, she used a finger to scrap the thick cum from her legs. Lisa licked her fingers, grinning at Kevin.

"Let's get lunch and go back to the house," Lisa said as she stared out the window.

Kevin nodded and drove to a small café. They ate outside, enjoying the sun and fresh air. On the way back to the house, Lisa sat in silence.

"Are you okay?" Kevin asked his sister.

Nodding, Lisa said, "Yeah, I was thinking about tomorrow."

"I'm trying not to think about it, baby."

Kevin and Lisa spent the day making love and fucking. They played in the living room, the kitchen, and the bedroom. Exhausted, they fell asleep in each other's arms. After napping for several hours, Lisa woke up. She moved her head to her brother's stomach, reached for his cock, and watched it grow in her hand. Brad moaned and started gently stroking her hair.

"What time is it?" Kevin said.

"Almost nine o'clock. I had a nice nap, did you?" Lisa replied. She giggled and said, "Your cock seems rested."

"It is, how about your pussy, is that rested too?"

Lisa shifted so her crotch was above her brother's head. Wiggling her ass, she said, "Does it look rested?"

"It looks delicious. Bring it down here," Kevin replied.

Lisa lowered her pussy to Kevin's mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter. Kevin swiped her vulva with his tongue, causing Lisa to moan. She looked between her legs, watching her brother's tongue. Smiling, Lisa took his cock in her mouth.

Kevin and Lisa's actions were slow. She supported herself on both arms, using her mouth and tongue to please her brother's stiff prick. Kevin played with his sister's ass with one hand while fondling one of her breasts with the other. His tongue moved along the length of her labia. She nuzzled his balls with her nose, inhaling his manly scent.

Lisa picked up Kevin's cock with her tongue and sucked half of it into her mouth. Kevin moaned into her pussy, stuffing his tongue into her as far as he could. They were turning each other on when Lisa heard a noise.

"Having a good time?" Brad said.

When Lisa realized her husband and sister were watching her and her brother, she screamed. Kevin and Lisa scrambled to cover themselves. She realized the covers were on the floor and crossed her arms over her chest.

"It looks like my husband was having sex with your wife, Brad," Wendy said, doing her best not to laugh.

"I do believe you're right. Um, wouldn't that constitute incest?" Brad said, biting the inside of his lip to keep a straight face.

"I'm so sorry," Lisa said as she began to sob. "I don't know what to say that would make any sense to you, Brad."

Kevin hung his head in shame. Lifting his eyes, he looked at his wife. Wendy stood with her hands on her hips, her head cocked to one side.

Brad kept his composure. He glanced at his sister and said, "Well, Wendy, as I see it there are only two choices."

To be continued.



Cabin Fever Ch. 02



Donny just was smirked, knowingly.

"All will be revealed."

Once in the cubicle she lifted her skirt and slid down a pair of white panties similar to the ones she had loaned to Donny. She had worn them just in case there had been a problem; there was no way she was going to college without panties. As she removed them she noticed she was quite wet, and knew that it had been the anticipation. She popped them into her bag and retrieved the replacement pair. She popped one then the second foot into them and as she pulled them up her long legs, she felt a cold slime on her calves and thighs. She wondered if she had retrieved the wrong pair, but checked and realised what they had done. This was fresh sperm coating the inside of her thighs and between her legs. She slid a finger down the front of her panties and parted her vaginal lips, rubbing her pleasure button. She was so turned on but didn't have time for completion. She replaced her skirt, washed her hands and left. 

She came out with a face half-cross and half-smiling. She immediately whispered through gritted teeth at Donny.

"They're soaking wet. I thought it would be like before – dry!"

Donny pleaded innocence and pointed to Matt as she slapped his shoulder.

"It was him, honestly, this morning." Matt just laughed.

"I'm going to have to sit through that exam with his bodily fluid pressed against me. How will I be able to concentrate."

Both boys started getting aroused with this talk, which they had never experienced from a girl let alone Kay. She looked at them realising they were enjoying it and continued.

"What if I get pregnant?" She was teasing knowing this was impossible.

"Well I suppose it could be mine. 'cause mine's there to." Donny added, as if this fact was important. She hissed her whisper.

"You mean there's two lots of cum in my panty gusset?" They nodded unable to speak with arousal. She laughed kissed them both on their cheeks and flounced off to her exam, saying. "you naughty, naughty boys."

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Her exam went well a true testimony to the amount of revision work she had done. 90% perspiration 10% inspiration, as her father would say. So well in fact, that she had hardly noticed the boys deposit. When she did notice, she found comfort from secretly squeezing herself.

In the cafeteria she talked with the fellow examinees. With the final exam complete she felt like a great floodgate had opened releasing the pressure she had felt. She had one final hurdle for the term and that was to complete her County swimming trials, which meant she would be away, the next two days. 

Matt and Donny approached the group and to Kays amusement a couple of the girls started whispering about them and laughing. Undeterred they came up to Kay, Matt spoke first.

"Hi. Are you feeling all WHITE?" 

A poor acknowledgement thought Kay. The girls who had been with Kay yesterday rolled their eyes and whispered about Matt. Kay then responded.

"Yes fine thanks, now the last ones over."

Donny had felt that no acknowledgement was needed as he had already cum in her panties but with Matt saying this he felt obliged to. 

"I'm curious! Do you all masturbate?" 

For a second time in two days there was a stunned pregnant pause, before Jean erupted.

"Oh my God Donny you've been hanging around with Matt too much." She said laughing with her hand over her mouth.

Matt went red as did Kay but she also squeezed herself with excitement. Jean turned to Matt.

"Got over your panty fetish yet?" 

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It was late evening and they were all three sat around in the cabin. talking and laughing about the last few days. Kay revealed that she had changed her underwear, same colour, different set. They sat and talked playing music and sipping cider. Kay decided that up to now although Donny putting his penis in her hand was the most daring, Matts had been the funniest acknowledgement, so they were neck and neck.

"I have something special." Matt had managed to get hold of small photo of a man with a large erect penis, pulling his foreskin back over a blonde woman with large boobs in a white silk bra with no panties and a dark bush. Her vaginal lips open with the folds of her delicate skin hanging loose. 

"Where did you get that?" Both Donny and Kay asked, impressed.

"The base. It was on one of the cabin walls. I was doing a job for dad and spotted it. There were hundreds of them. I hardly think they'll miss one."

Matt had also brought a packet of condoms. Which caused Donny to whoop! And Kay to remain quiet and cautious. 

"We'll have fun fitting, filling them." Donny laughed leering at Matt. Kay pushed him away, feeling a flush of excitement. 

She reached for her glass. The cider poured down her parched throat. As she tipped her head back, some spilled from her full lips. It trickled over her chin, down her long neck, to darken her white cheesecloth shirt, cooling the warm skin of her right breast. She removed the glass and licked her lips slowly with her moist tongue, drawing heavily through her nostrils. Catching her breath.

"I have swimming trials tomorrow." She said as if this was a necessary defence against some unknown threat. The boys nodded seriously and sincerely, not wanting her to leave.

"You don't have to leave yet do you?" Matt asked.

She took a deep breath to control her voice.

"Well not immediately but I can't stay too late." She had been feeling excited all day and this had not abated. 

The boys each had a wrapped condom and played with them as they looked at the photograph. Kay leaned in with equal enjoyment. Donny looked sideways at her, 

"What do you think of that?" He said.

Kay wasn't sure what the that was that he was referring to. She assumed the whole photograph.

"Very nice but it could do with being a bit bigger."

Both boys looked askance at her and then raised their eyebrows at each other. Kay stared at the photograph.

The conversation centred on the photograph and then sex in general. All of them became aroused. They decided to dim the light, just in case they were interrupted, using the lamps instead of the main light. There was a yellow glow on the timber walls and they cast large shadows. This added to the excitement and sexual tension. Slow music played in the background as they talked. Eventually after much conversation that included fondling themselves, the boys had raised the suggestion of them all showing themselves to each other, a natural extension of what they were already doing. Kay eventually spoke.

"Some ground rules." She was wavering as this was a big decision she breathed deeply and her erect nipples pressed against her blouse. "No touching and I mean it."

Donny was stroking himself, his muscular arms disappearing beneath his tracksuit bottoms. He slid his tracksuit bottoms down revealing his short thick erect cock. Matt was thinner and less muscular with navy blue cycle shorts., his erection was pointed straight up, so she could see the outline of his balls. Matt slid his shorts down and gripped his penis.

"Now you." He said to Kay and she appeared to be undecided. She was tight lipped and looked troubled. Eventually after what seemed like an eternity, in which the two naked boys jerked their cocks, she decided.

"No touching." She slid off the table. "And keep an eye on the window."

She turned back to them and furtively removed her shirt. They could see her white silk bra strap against her back. from her broad shoulders to her waist. She turned to reveal the almost see-through bra pushing her breasts up. Her nipples were visible through the material both in colour and shape.

"Oh they're beautiful." The boys stared continuing to pump at their organs, until she became embarrassed and furtively glanced toward the timber walls.

"Keep an eye on that window." She hissed

Donny shuffled over, checked and came back.

"Sure, we're ok and the bolt is in." The end of his penis was slick with pre-cum. He was encouraged by Kay going further than she ever had and by his own lust.. "Are you sure we can't touch?"

"Uh Oh! No way." She covered up folding her arms across her breasts.

"No sorry .. sorry. It's just the state I'm in." Donny looked down and Kay saw him jerking his hand furiously.

"Look I'm beginning to regret this already." She lifted the shirt over her bra.

"Oh don't stop." Pleaded Donny as he continued his stroking. Kay reluctantly released the shirt in sympathy and placed it on the table.

"Honestly!" She smiled, though aroused. "What next?"

Both split purple heads appeared in a synchronised rhythmic movement. The sight of both of them had her blushing, tingling and warm. She enjoyed seeing their penises it was truly amazing.

"What about your jeans?" Matt said as his fist smoothed up and down.

The smile betrayed Kays enjoyment of the scene, but she was indignant.

"No way. You only removed one bit of clothing" 

"But there's two of us." Gasped Donny.

"And look how much you're seeing." Joined Matt.

Kay was excited. She had always been part of the group but was not prepared to go too far.

"Isn't it enough that I let you enjoy my breasts and watch? Doesn't that turn you on?"

The boys stopped and looked at each other. Matt replied.

"Of course it does! We just wanted to see your legs and your panties. That's all."

"Like in the magazines and catalogues." Added Donny.

The discussion continued for several minutes interrupting their flow, with the boys providing more desperate reasons than ever for her to show her panties. Talking of the photographs in the catalogues and magazines and wanting to compare. Kay rebuffed these but as she became more aroused she was tempted. Eventually Kay looked at her friends. Their eager pleading faces.

"OK but that's it. Nothing more and keep an eye on the window."

The boys were agog not believing what she was about to do, taking the next step. She turned away from the boys unbuckling her belt; sliding the tight pink jeans over her rounded hips, letting them fall to the floor. She bent and stepped out of her red heels and crumpled jeans. The boys began thrashing again as they stared up her long legs, to the gap between her thighs and silky white panty clad butt. She straightened and stepped back into her heels. She pulled up either side of her high sided panties, until they stretched into her toned flesh. The panties were virtually see-through lace. They had a tiny white embroidered flowers and butterflies on. At the legs there was a flowered frill and the front had a thin white 'Y' shape down over her dark pubic hair, parting her lips. She slowly turned as they studied her continuing to masturbate. You could see the muscle definition of her flat stomach. The high sided see-through panties stretched taut against her dark pubic mound. 

She stretched out from the table, supported by her hands on the tabletop, crossing her legs at the ankles, this emphasised the plump, labial lips nestling in her panties. 

"Are these tight enough for you?." Asked Kay as she looked down at her skin tight panties. Both boys nodded and continued to stroke themselves. "Are they as good as the ones in the catalogue?"

"Oh Jeez yes much, much better." Drooled Matt, staring down at her.

She was aroused and like the boys struggled to make coherent conversation.

"I thought Donny was the one for panties?"

"He's not alone." Matt sounded hurt. "I have variety in my tastes."

"Can we have a real close look?" Donny asked 

"No touching! - just looking." She commanded but was getting hot as she watched their stiff cocks and squeezed herself as she had done all day.

.

The boys both moved closer and she ran a hand through her hair in feigned nonchalance. However her looks betrayed her. 

"Kay what do you like doing?" Matt pleaded. "Don't you masturbate.?"

She was slightly embarrassed but after all they had been finding out about each other, she was less self-conscious than she used t be.

"Of course! It's not exclusively for guys, you know."

This statement had an unexpected consequence as the noise from Donny's jerking changed to a deeper, wetter tone. 

"Oh God - I can't hold back."

Both Kay and Matt turned their undivided attention to Donny's thrashing dick. His hand moving rapidly, quickened further as the stroke shortened.

"Oh Yes. Yes!" Donny yelled.

He spurted straight out in front of him toward Kay who offered him verbal encouragement, enjoying the straining, engorged, twitching head. He continued spurting as his face reddened and his seed spilled on the wooden floor. He started apologising for all the mess he'd made. 

"Don't worry it doesn't matter." She turned. "But you could have used your condom."

Annoyed for not thinking of it Donny shook his head. Kay turned to Matt.

"You next?"

Matt was still hard and still pulling the hood back and forth over the wet head. 

"OK. But please Kay? - do something." He pleaded with her.

"What like?"

"Rub your nipples. Thrust your hips out. Grab hold of me." He offered her his organ.

She sat on the table and lay back on both elbows pushing her groin out to the boys, This action started Donny off again, as Matt approached climax. She gripped both sides of her panties and pulled .

Matt came in long strings the first landing on Kay's upper thigh. The remainder landed on the wooden floor.

When Matt had finished they all laughed and Kay slid off the table and wiped the fluid off her thigh. She went to pull on her jeans but Donny protested that he was being hard done by and then pleaded.

"Please Kay get back on the table, for a few minutes more."

She laughed.

"You're insatiable." She pointed to her thigh. "And I'm going to be a right mess."

She was still aroused and wanted to pay some attention to herself at home but could see Donny's frustration sticking out in front of him. With a soft voice she agreed. Donny detected the change in her mood. She jumped back up on the table and lay back supported by her elbows. She proceeded to open and close her legs slowly. She then pulled the panties tighter so that Donny could see the damp stain underneath. Occasionally her thumbs brushed her nipples and they hardened instantly. Donny seeing this came again.

A voice from the house broke their concentration and made them all react furiously to get their clothing on. By the time Matts mother arrived, to tell Kay she needed to go home to prepare for the trials, they were all in a reasonable state of dress. The boys wished Kay the best of luck and said they looked forward to seeing her Friday at college. They all glanced at each other knowingly.

Matts mother left and Kay was about to follow her when Donny stopped her. 

"I have a little present for you." He handed her a plastic bag with what looked like a lampshade inside. "You might find it useful."

He opened the bag and inside was a wooden table lamp, with a shade of pink flowers on a white surface. Kay didn't know what to say.

"Well ... thanks Donny. It's er very nice." She held the narrow stem and base. "To what do I owe this honour?"

"Oh I think you just deserve it for being so beautiful." He said and lifted it gently away from her. "It can be disassembled if you like."

She watched as he lightly tugged the electrical cable which separated at a breaker; he then held the top bulb unit and shade and unscrewed a nut at the base. The cylinder holding the wire and bulb unit slipped out of stem and base stand. Finally he unscrewed the base and held only the stem. It was sooth about eight inches long and could be gripped by the screwed end. It was slim but curved out to a bulbous end, that and the central hole, made it so obviously phallic, if that's what you wanted to see in it. All three knew what they saw, without acknowledging it. Matt stared in utter admiration, but Kay spoke first.

"Why that is so kind of you Donny." She kissed him lightly on the forehead. "I really appreciate this. I think if you can just show me how to put it back together that would be fine."

Donny rapidly assembled the whole lamp in seconds, with practised hands.

They all kissed and hugged and Kay took the present and thanked them for their best wishes. As she left the boys talked excitedly about the night and Donny's present.

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When Kay got home she went straight to her room after showing her mum and dad Donny's present. In her room she was feeling exceptionally horny so undressed and disassembled the lamp. As she lay on the bed playing with the stem, she pondered to herself.

"You've had the carrot is it time for the stick?"

To be continued ...



Cabin Fever Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – The Swimming Trials 

….continued from Cabin Fever Ch 02


Tuesday 
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She looked at the crafted wood, so elegantly turned and smooth to touch. It shone from its wax and polishing. The shape was obviously phallic, though to the unsuspecting eye, it could have been confused for an artistic representation of a tulip or even fish.

What a week this had been Donny, Matt and herself had done things they had never even talked of in the past. If it ever got out what they had been doing, they would be the talk of the town and in real disgrace. She would be viewed as a wild girl or even a whore in some quarters; the boys as some kind of perverts. The boys had gone from talking about sex to actually masturbating in front of her and what's more, using her instead of glossy magazines as the main stimulant. It was outrageous but it was so exciting. She knew that the excitement was enhanced by the repressive nature of the town, which was not healthy. 

The town had  tried to remain untouched by the influence of the promiscuous and permissive society. However, this was done with scant regard for the hormonal changes occurring in the youth. Kay was not aware of anybody within their college who had a healthy sex-life. Sure it was talked about in dark corners and meeting places but it was all fleeting, fumbled, fondling or snatched seconds of sensual pleasure. The games they had been playing was so much more pleasurable. It had lasted a whole week, building sexual tension and arousal. It looked like it would continue in the foreseeable future. How far? She just didn't know but she didn't want it to stop – just yet. 

She was warm with anticipation and her thoughts were making her even warmer. She lay the stem to one side. Her hands slipped into either side of her sheer white panties. She lifted her hips and slid them down her legs, eventually releasing them from her ankle with a kick. 

She opened her legs wide, and with her left hand opened her labial lips, as simultaneously she used her right to insert the wooden shaft. She was wet and tentatively eased the curved head into herself. As she felt the first thrill of entry her thoughts turned to images of Donny and Matt so excited their hands rapidly massaging their rigid cocks, jerking their foreskins over their wet bell ends. She pushed the unyielding rod further into her moist passage, the lips peeled back. She repositioned herself to ease access for the brown instrument. As she became more familiar with its size, shape, movement and effect on her senses, she experimented with speed and depth. She was surprised at how easily it had gone in. There had been some resistance but nothing like that which she had expected, though she was very wet. When she had it in to the hilt, she felt a pleasurable ache, deep inside.

She switched hands, rubbing her clitoris with her right index finger, manipulating the false cock with her left hand. She imagined what it would be like to feel a real cock inside her; of making love; of feeing possessed by a loving man; of a sweating heaving body, pressing her down and thrusting into her, wanting to give and take pleasure  She approached climax, bucking into the lubricated shaft. The bed rocked, the greater the physical action. The action increased as she reached ecstasy. Her damp body strained as, open mouthed, she exchanged lungs full of air for quivering squeals and groans. 

Shortly afterward she removed the dildo and climbed under the covers to sleep.

Wednesday 
+++++++++

Even though Kay would only be at college a short while before she travelled, she decided to stick with the game plan and today she was to wear the brown set. She pulled off the duvet and slipped her long smooth legs over the side of the bed. The bedside lamp was assembled, after she had washed and dried it.

She showered and checked her packing ensuring her toiletries were all there. She stood naked in front of her bedroom mirror looking the full length of her lithe body. Her hips were not too broad but not boyish either. She stretched her arms upward and felt the comforting pleasure as the muscles in her back strained then unloosened. She felt around her breasts, cupping them and squeezing the nipples lightly, sending a spasm down beneath her black bush. They weren't large but certainly a good handful.

She sprayed her body, the scent heavier than normal because of the long coach journey in prospect. She disliked overpowering, sickly sweet perfumes, that a number of the girls at college wore, preferring a lighter subtle fragrance. Matt had once commented how when she passed him, he would enjoy the scent trail she left behind. 

She went to her drawer and removed the brown underwear edged with a white frill. There was a delicate red flower embroidered at the front of the panties to the right hand side. She stepped into them, then ran them up her legs until they nestled comfortably, though snugly over her lower body. She could just feel the light silky material and stretching elastic against her smooth skin. 

Next the bra, again with the white lace trim. She placed first one arm then the next through the straps and watched herself, stretching back to fasten the clasp. Once finished she could see the rise of her breasts as she sighed, above the brown cups that supported them. 

She dressed in a fawn woollen jumper with a 'V' neck, it was quite loose and when she bent forward, a prying eye could see her underwear and breasts, she would have to be careful of that. She completed dressing with beige jeans and brown leather boots. The weather was forecast to be colder particularly as she was travelling North. Once again she checked her bag and then went downstairs for breakfast.

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She arrived at college at 8:30 and met with the other county trialists from her college. The coach was to travel to Harpers Green College in the county capital but pick up from three other towns en route. There was a hotel near the campus where they would stay, and although they would share rooms, they were twin rooms of a very high standard. 

There were 12 to travel from the college 8 girls and 4 guys. They stood around talking excitedly about their performances and what chances they thought they would have at the trials. As she was talking Matt and Donny arrived. 

"Hi guys! What're you doing here?" Kay smiled, delighted to see them. 

"We thought we'd see you off." Replied Matt, looking slightly embarrassed. Kay picked up on what that meant straight away, this was part of the game.

"Oh I see." She smiled mischievously.

"We just thought we'd see how you are." Added Donny. "and of course see what you're wearing……. and if you enjoyed your present."

She looked at them both and shook her head, her lips pursed. 

"You never stop do you?" She was already feeling excitement with the prospect of the trials, this added to it. She breathed a sigh. "Don't worry I haven't let you down."

The boys looked back and forth at each other, almost in disbelief. Donny was immediately a bag of nerves, twitching with excitement.

"Er… about the present." He found his voice catching in his throat. "Did you make ..er full use of it." 

She held his eyes for a few seconds, flushed and took a deep breath, then sighed.

"The lamp? Uh oh!" She looked coy. "That would be telling."

She bent down to her bag. As she rummaged both boys had a direct view down her jumper. She remained in this position for some time, as they watched her breasts accentuated by the brown material that cupped them. Donny noticed that as she bent forward her jumper rode up at the back. This revealed the white lace trimmed brown panties, as her jeans pulled down slightly. Donny nudged Matt to get his attention and said.

"Full set!"

Kay looked up, smiled and by reflex reached behind to cover herself. She stood up a book and ipod in hand. 

"Something for the journey." She said, then directly at Donny said. "Well? Satisfied?"

"W..ell ….not …. satisfied." He dragged this out exaggeratedly. He was horny and grimaced in mock sorrow. "But I suppose we can't complain, you're wearing the right colour. You've told us about the present." 

The boys started smiling among themselves and she suspected they were up to something. 

"What is it? What are you up to?"  Kay enquired to no avail. 

"You'll see." They said.

She was suddenly horror struck.

"Don't embarrass me."

Matt reassured her, thinking of the dildo.

"Oh it's nothing like that – just a bit of fun, between us."

Relieved she decided to ignore their boyish humour.

They continued talking but focusing on the swimming events to come. Until the coach was ready for boarding. Both of the boys gave Kay huge kisses and wished her well. Donny plucked up the courage and whispered in her ear. 

"Did you use it?" He was frustrated. "Please tell?"

She smiled at him, raised an eyebrow and nodded to him once discreetly. He  gripped her arms lightly, before releasing her.


As she got on the coach she looked out of the window and the pair had unfurled a banner with the words, "Yay 4 BROWN!". 

The students on the coach, looked at each other one asking "Who's Brown?" and dismissing them as ill informed at best or crazy at worst. Kay smiled at their shared little secret and waved to them shaking her head, as the coach pulled away. Maybe not the most outrageous acknowledgement of her brown underwear but definitely the one requiring the most preparation.

Matt turned to Donny.

"Thank goodness she stuck to the game plan or this would have been a waste of time."

"Never mind the game plan - What about my present?" Donny exclaimed. "I'll be thinking about it all the time now. She actually used it!"

Matt stepped back and looked at him. 

"Really?." He smiled. "She may have used it to read by."

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Although Kay was popular, it transpired  that she was sat on her own listening to her ipod and reading her book. The coach travelled 40 miles before pulling into Mulgrave College. The college was a large ornate building with vast grounds and sports fields. It had a strong reputation in the  county for competing in all sports. A large number of young men and women stood talking and laughing, their backpacks ready to be loaded in the hold. Their dress was much more liberal than allowed at her own college. The girls wore very short mini-skirts of a variety colours and generally tight tank tops, without bra's. As the coach stopped the students trouped on finding their favoured unoccupied seats.

The coach was filling up nicely. As they moved along the highway they chatted and Kay would occasionally be interrupted for her opinion. Some of the guys were really cool and the girls beautiful. The atmosphere was happy and excited. Kay smiled to herself thinking about Matt and Donny holding the banner. They must have prepared it this morning as acknowledgement. The countryside flew by as they drove into Dennison College. This was a modern building with a curved roof. The grounds weren't quite as impressive as Mulgraves and the number of students was less than 10. Most were guys and they seemed to have an inherent confidence and authority about them, as if they were in some way superior to the rest. They boarded and seated themselves together. Kay was still alone until Hawley College.

Hawley College was another older type building, with a red and cream brick front. It's grounds had statues festooned about the grounds, lending it an air of antiquity. A small pretty blonde girl asked Kay if it would be ok to sit next to her. Kay removed her headset, edged closer to the window and indicated she could sit. Her name was Pamela, Pam for short and she was competing in the 200 metre breast-stroke event. 

Kay immediately became friendly with her and they talked non-stop until they arrived at Harpers Green College. Pam was a true free-spirit and believed in having a good time. Some of the guys from her college teased her but in an affectionate way. Kay envied her and wished that Donny and Matt were here to do the same for herself.

Pam was wearing a pink fluffy woollen jumper, light blue jeans with light brown heeled boots. When she laughed it was generous and her head would go back projecting the noise throughout the coach. Kay found her so infectious and laughed with her but more reservedly. Pam quizzed Kay about her college and its reputation for being so strict. Kay could only confirm this. The conversation continued until Pam said.

"What do you do for sex?"

Kay blushed and shrugged her shoulders. Pam responded.

"You don't? That's unnatural." But she was sympathetic. "Well I don't know how you can stand it."

"Well it's frustrating sometimes but I just put more effort into my work or training."

Pam laughed pleasantly, not mocking her.

"Well I promise working harder just isn't the same."

"No, but it helps take your mind off it." Kay retorted.

"Really?" Pam looked incredulous. "No work is that absorbing."

They both laughed rocking against each other. Kay felt growing affection for her. Eventually she decided to confide in her

"I do have boy friends."

"Boy friends – plural hey? And how do they feel. Hornier than hell I expect." She leaned into Kay. "Like humping dogs on heat - I find. Uncontrollable."

Again they roared. Which attracted the attention of several on the coach, causing Kay to whisper.

"To be perfectly honest, yes." She thought of Donny and Matt. "We talk about sex and it's always arousing …. but they are friends."

"I bet they get as stiff as a salami."

"Well yes you're right." Kay thought about the week they'd had. "They hardly ever stop talking about it and they always seem … well … ready."

"Yes that's guys for you and that's how I like 'em." Pam continued the quizzing. "If you don't mind. How far have you gone with them?"

Kay felt slightly embarrassed. She didn't know if it was because of her inexperience with the subject matter or that she would seem immature in Pam's eyes, if she hadn't gone far enough. In a hushed voice she said.

"I've seen them cum." She waited for Pam's response, which was non-committal, so added. "…and I've helped them."

Pam raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Mmmmm. You naughty girl. " Mischievously she added. "How often?"

Kay looked away.

"Well only the once but I've seen them cum several times now." Even speaking this way to a virtual stranger was a turn-on.

"What are they like?"

"Oh they're both handsome in their own way. Over six foot muscular, sporty, one dark hair, one sandy."

Pam leaned in.

"And what about their ….?" She pointed between Kay's legs.

Kay shivered in pleasure and giggled.

"One long and thin-ish, the other shorter but thicker."

"Sounds like you've got a couple of real horny guys there if you ask me." She engaged Kay's eyes. "I bet they're dying for it."

"They absolutely are."  Kay warmed to the subject. "We all turn each other on, but it is frustrating. I'm not ready yet I think because I don't want to spoil our friendship." 

Pam patted her leg.

"I respect you for that but there'll come a time …."

Kay interrupted.

"I know I can feel it's changed in the last week. I guess I always thought there'd be one special person and that would be it. I have two and it's so difficult to restrain myself sometimes. I couldn't choose between them. We share everything. All our secrets, our wishes…."

"What about you? Do you masturbate with them or let them do you?"

"Oh no . . no never." She shook her head. "In fact I sometimes feel so frustrated when they've finished …..  but I daren't go further."

"You're right. You should only go as far as makes you feel comfortable and not just go with the flow. But what am I saying, you're an intelligent girl. I bet I sound like your mother."

Kay smiled in agreement.

"Yes I suppose you do – or the preacher." They laughed again.

Pam was trying to understand how far things actually went.

"How about kissing and foreplay? Do you do much?"

Kay thought about this and was surprised to think how little there was.

"Not really." Kay considered then and added. ".. unless you consider talking, foreplay."

"Well I suppose it can be, if you find it stimulating enough." Pam thought she realised the rudimentary stage they where at. "You're really at an experimental phase. I think you'll find when you start the kissing phase it'll be a whole lot more pleasurable and it'll help you make a choice….if you want to that is?"

"I don't know if I want to choose. They're both great." Kay seemed hurt at the suggestion of choosing.

"Well you might have to one day."

Kay looked into the distance so Pam decided to lighten the mood.

"You're lucky.  Two hunks both at your finger tips, literally." Kay smiled, returning to the conversation. "It'll be tough not to crack in the end." Pam spoke philosophically. "…. in my experience."

Kay raised her eyebrows at that phrase.

"Your experience? You sound as if you're well versed."

"Put it this way sister." Pam nudged her. "I've seen my share of salami." 

Kay found it outrageously funny and sexy as Pam winked and nodded her way through the journey, which passed quickly. When they arrived at the college Pam had listed for Kay the best and worse of her fellow male collegian travellers and Kay had told her all about the boys.

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Within an hour the first trial had taken place which involved Kay. She passed without a problem coming second in her heat. She could have come first but underperformed mainly she felt because she wasn't given enough time to warm up. She had been beaten by a local girl who had been warming up since the morning. By 3 o'clock all the first day trials had completed. Kay came second in hers behind representatives from Mulgrave college and was selected for the county team. Kay had a trial the following day for the 800 metres relay.

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They were bussed to a local hotel in which they had to share rooms. Kay was happy that Pam chose her to room with. The rooms were surprisingly luxurious. Their room had 2 double beds with imitation brown fur covers. At one end of the room was a bronze tinted mirror, covering most of the wall. This added a feeling of space to the already large room. Kay thought it was enormous, certainly bigger than her bedroom at home.

Pam dived on the bed nearest the window and claimed it as her own. There was a large flat screen television embedded in the wall, two divan suites to the left and a writing table with mirror. To the right were a number of doors one of which led to the en-suite bathroom, the others being wardrobes. A couple of modern art pictures sat on top of a light Hessian wall covering.

Kay inspected the bathroom which was tiled in white marble and lit by overhead embedded spotlights. It looked as clean as an operating theatre. The fixtures and fittings again in white, were a bath, shower, bidet and toilet. Kay heard the television turn on, as she inspected various complimentary shampoos, soaps, lotions and shower gels. Suddenly she heard a cry from Pam causing her to jump back through the door.

"What is it?" Kay asked concerned Pam had hurt herself.

"What have we here?" Pam pointed to the television. A semi-naked woman was groaning beneath a naked athletic looking man. Kay stared in astonishment and with fascination. She had never seen anything like it in her life. Sure she'd heard of what people got up to but never witness a sex act, in living colour. She found it stimulating, daring but something else to. In sudden horror she realised what affect this would have on the room charges.

"Pam this will appear on the bill. We'll get into terrible trouble."

Kay lying on the bed, in her jumper and white silken panties, dismissed her with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry honey. My dads plastic will take care of the 'extras'." She looked up to at Kay's horrified facial expression. "Forget it just get on your bed and enjoy."




Cabin Fever Ch. 03



I woke up after a night of unusual dreams. For the most part, they hadn’t been unpleasant, but the last one had me sitting bolt upright in bed and sweating profusely. Strangely, I couldn’t remember anything that had happened in any detail, just a cold fear in my stomach as I faced something terrifying. My breathing slowed down to a normal rate as I let myself sink into the daylight world, where the shadows of my nightmare proved to be ephemeral and powerless. Faint sunlight was coming through the window, despite the morning fog. I turned my head to watch Tim sleeping beside me. It had warmed up a bit overnight and he had kicked off some of the blankets. He lay there, on his front, with his arms wrapped around the pillow. There was a faint smile on his face; apparently his dreams were more pleasant than mine had been. His shoulders and upper back were exposed to me and I pulled my knees up and hugged them while I drank in the view. I let my eyes idly trace the muscles in his back as I let the last traces of my bad dream subside. My breath began to quicken again as my thoughts turned to what had happened yesterday when I woke at dawn. Smiling, I slipped out of bed, pulling the blanket back over him before stepping out and closing the door. I wanted another session, but after yesterday’s exertions, my balls were still feeling a bit achy. Besides, given Tim’s preferred sleep patterns, I figured that I should probably limit my early morning booty calls if I wanted this relationship to last. And I did, most sincerely.

I grabbed a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and pulled them on. Richard had said that he would give the other rangers a heads up, but I still didn’t feel like taking any chances. I spent a little while just watching the curlicues of mist skating across the surface of the lake. I couldn’t see the other shore. The patterns were soothing, almost hypnotic. As the mist cleared in the area which I had been watching, I started moving again. I opened the back door a crack to check the temperature. It was cool and damp, but not really cold enough for me to worry about laying a serious fire. A small one in the stove for coffee would be enough. It took me a little while to make coffee and toast with jam. I like the flavor of toast made over a wood fire, but it’s a delicate operation and time consuming if you prefer your bread toasted rather than charred. As I ate, the mist cleared, to be replaced by faint sunshine. It was still cloudy outside, but it wasn’t raining. Yet.

Deciding to take advantage of the weather, I looked around for my pants from the previous night. I found them under the loveseat. They must have gotten shoved there in our excitement the previous night. I shook them out and put them on, then grabbed socks and my boots. I took the two water jugs which we had emptied with me, and walked at a leisurely pace down the path to the car, pulling the wagon behind me. I drank in the fresh air. I loved the clean, crisp smell with a hint of rich earth and wet vegetation. At the garage, I left the wagon for a while and wandered into the woods for a little ways. I stood under a maple, looking at the sunlight filtering down through the colorful leaves. I heard a faint rustle behind me and turned around to see a doe staring at me. My motion startled her and I watched as she bounded away into the bushes. I stood there for a little bit longer, enjoying my feelings of peaceful contentment, before I went to fill the jugs. I took a deep drink myself after putting on the lids and loading them into the wagon.

I made my way back up the trail and put the jugs on the porch. I then went down to the woodshed and checked inside. We had brought in most of the split wood and I didn’t want my aunt and uncle to have to deal with chopping any the next time they decided to come up. I grabbed the axe and took a pile of logs out behind the shed. It took a bit of time before I found my stride, but after that I started piling up suitably sized pieces at a good rate. By the time I had stacked up as much as I wanted, my shirt was soaked with sweat and I had worked up a good appetite. I grinned, feeling pleased with myself. If Tim had been awake, I’d have given him a good show, but he had managed, as I had expected, to sleep right through the noise I had made. I went inside and cleaned myself up a bit before putting on last night’s shirt, which I left open. I had a look at my watch and, since it was about 11, started to prepare lunch. I peeled some potatoes and put them on to boil and grabbed a lemon and an orange out of the fridge. I took a large fish fillet out, leaving two smaller ones for supper, and wrapped it in aluminum foil with butter, lemon juice and the peel of both lemon and orange. I slipped the package onto a shelf in the stove and then hurried to make another pot of coffee, drain the potatoes and open a can of tomatoes into a bowl. The smell from the oven was terrific, if I do say so myself, but Tim wasn’t up yet.

I filled a mug with coffee, added a little more sugar than I like and took it into the bedroom. Tim had rolled over onto his back and was still peacefully dozing. I put the coffee down on the bedside table, leaned down and gave Tim’s ear a gentle bite as I rubbed and pinched his left nipple. There was instantaneously a large tent in the blanket and Tim opened his eyes. I gave him a light kiss and whispered, “Time for lunch, love.” He slid a hand around to the small of my back and pulled me back for a longer kiss. “Mmm, are you sure that there’s not something else you’d like to eat instead?” He murmured as he drew my hand down to his cock. 

I gave it one slow stroke through the blanket before rising and heading for the door. “That’s for dessert.” 

Tim snorted and picked up the coffee, “Prick tease.” I just gave him an evil smile as I went to take the fish out of the oven. I was mashing the potatoes when Tim emerged from the bedroom with the empty mug. 

He put it down on the table and said, “Refill, please.” Before pulling on a pair of briefs and shrugging into a t-shirt. He grabbed a pair of my shorts which were a little big for him, grabbed his mug and headed towards the coffee pot. 

“Why are you wearing my shorts?” I asked as I poured him another cup. 

He shrugged, “I figured I should dress for lunch and I wanted you to have some motivation to take them off of me afterwards.”

“Oh, trust me. I have plenty of motivation already.” I said as I put the pot on the table, unwrapped the fish and put it on a plate. Tim went to get cutlery for us and we sat down to eat.

As we ate, we talked about making a trip into town in the afternoon to replenish our vegetables. “And condoms!” said Tim, “We definitely need condoms and lube.” I choked on my mouthful of mashed potato and spent the next few minutes coughing with Tim patting my back until my airway was clear. My face was red and there were tears coming out of my eyes. 

Tim was apologizing, “Marc, of course if you’re not ready, that’s okay, I just thought we should be prepared. I’m sorry.” I put my hand on his forearm and he stopped talking. 

“It’s alright. I think I may be ready. You just caught me by surprise and I’m still not quite used to thinking this way.” 

He nodded and took another mouthful of fish, chewed, swallowed and spoke. “You know, this is really good. I don’t ever remember you cooking this well before. Or is it a talent you only show off to people you sleep with?” he said, raising one eyebrow.

“Hah! When was the last time you actually had my cooking? It’s been ages since we’ve had the chance to share a meal at my place. Even so, I seem to remember one dinner party a couple of years ago where you stuffed your face quite happily.”

“Well, yeah. I was just teasing you because I’m nervous too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just that I haven’t, well you know…either” Tim looked down at his plate, clearly embarrassed. His face started to redden.

“You mean you’ve never been fucked?”

“Yeah. Jason and I never got that far. We broke up before I was ready. I mean, he had this massive dick and I didn’t think I could take it without some preparation and he was a real shit about it.”

“Oh crap, I’m sorry. Well, on the plus side, I don’t have a ‘massive’ dick.” I tried to keep the disgusted tone out of my voice on that last part and failed.

“Oh, come on!” Tim shouted, “You can’t get mad at me because I dated a guy 

with a big cock. Besides, yours is just as thick as his, which is what I’m worried about.”

Feeling vaguely infantile, I grumbled “That’s not making me feel any better.”

“Well tough shit.”

We ate in silence, scowling at each other for a little while. I was disgusted, mostly with myself, for my reaction to what Tim had said. He was glaring at me as he reached for the salt and started to shake it … into his coffee. “Tim,” I said, with a tiny smile. 

“Yeah, what?” he spoke with an edge to his voice that I hadn’t heard before as he continued to pour salt into his mug. 

“You’re salting your coffee.”

He looked down in surprise and stopped. “Yeah, well maybe I like it that way.” I tried to keep a straight face, but a little chuckle slipped out. Tim was starting to shake and gave a little snort of laughter and we were off. Neither of us stopped laughing until we were in each others arms, holding each other tight.

“I’m so sorry, Tim; I just hate the idea that I might not compare to your first boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry too. Besides, even if the cock was big, I like what’s attached to yours a hell of a lot better than I liked Jason.” He said, running his hands over my back.

“I’m glad. You know, you don’t have to be nervous, by the way. I plan to spend a long time preparing you before we fuck. I’m glad that I’ll be your first. I think I would have been even more jealous if you had done it with him.”

“Marc,” he said, pulling away from me and looking into my eyes, “you don’t need to be jealous. If I didn’t love you much more, I might still be with Jason. If I didn’t love you the way I do, I wouldn’t have had sex with you.” 

Looking into his beautiful green eyes, I had to believe him, “I was just worried that it was the situation, and not me, that when we got back to the city you wouldn’t care for me anymore.”

“God, Marc. What happened to you to make you so insecure? You’re a gorgeous guy and, despite your apparent confidence issues, I am madly in love with you and you’d damn well better feel the same way about me if you’re getting jealous.”

“I do. In fact, I think I’d like to prove it to you right now.”

That warranted a smile from him, “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe I could have dessert early?”

His eyes twinkled and I could see his cock lurch under my shorts but he said, “Now, now. We should finish lunch first.”

“Now who’s the tease?”

“Be nice, babe.”

We finished lunch very quickly with a pleasant atmosphere of anticipation. We put the dishes in the sink and Tim had turned on the tap. I had other ideas. I turned off the tap and lifted him in my arms. “Hey! What are you…?” I kissed him deeply and I felt him respond and return the kiss. With our mouths entangled, I carried him over to the loveseat and put him down on it. I yanked my shorts and his briefs down to his knees and dove onto his hard dick. I sucked the whole thing down without any preamble and started to hum the first tune which came to mind. Tim spread his legs wider to give me better access and began to grunt and gasp with my efforts. I reached one hand up under his shirt to tweak his right nipple and stepped up the volume of my ministrations. My mouth was absolutely full of his cock and my throat was beginning to object to the intruder. I was having a fine time. I slipped my other hand inside my pants and started to jerk myself through my boxers. I came up for air briefly and than went right back down before he had a chance to recover. It wasn’t long before my efforts were rewarded. I swallowed his whole load; it wasn’t as big as the last few had been, so I could manage it. I held him in my mouth until he softened and then got up and gave him a big kiss, sharing his flavor with him. 

I felt his hands groping for my fly but I brushed them away, “Hold off, love. I’d like to save this for later, when we’ve got the proper equipment.”

He grinned. “Fine, I’ll let you have first crack at it, but don’t think that you’re getting away without a good fucking.”

“I wouldn’t dream of trying. I want that dick of yours up in me tonight.”

We made quick work of the dishes and headed down to the car with a wagon. The rain was still coming down sporadically as we pulled into town. Having no particular desire to stay in town for long, we flipped a coin to figure out who would go to which store. I lost the toss, so I had to hit the drugstore while Tim went to the supermarket. The lady behind the counter looked up from her reading and gave me a friendly smile as I walked in. She looked about 60, with blonde hair which was gradually fading to white. She was dressed very conservatively in a long skirt and matching blouse under her white lab coat. I smiled back, a bit sheepishly, as I headed to the contraception shelf and she went back to her book. I found a box of 20 lubricated condoms and a bottle of water-based lube, just for good measure. I also grabbed a stick of deodorant and a bottle of shampoo on my way to the cash because I was running low. Finally, I found a package of razors and some shaving cream. Both Tim and I had forgotten to bring any and I was feeling distinctly stubbly. It took a while; the shaving cream was hidden on a low shelf, far away from the razors which were up high, out of reach of small children.

I piled my purchases on the counter and the woman started to check them through. She smiled again, “Big evening planned, hon?”

I coughed nervously, “Well, yeah, I guess so.”

“You know, you should really grab a tube of the spermicidal jelly as extra insurance.”

I blushed as I looked out the window and saw Tim putting grocery bags into the trunk of the car. “No, we don’t really need that.” I stammered.

“Oh, I see. Prefer the fellows, do you? You know, my son is gay. He’d probably go right for you. Mind you, I’d have a bit of a time introducing the two of you. He doesn’t know that I know. Still hasn’t figured out that he should wipe his internet history when he visits porn sites. At least, he should when he lets me come over to use his computer. Close your mouth, dear. You’ll attract flies. Anyway, a nice innocent fellow like you is just what he needs,” she continued as I shut my mouth and held out money,

“Mind, I suppose that you’re fully occupied with that handsome fellow outside, can’t say as I blame you. If I weren’t married and were thirty years younger, I might go chasing after him myself. Now you have fun dear and if it doesn’t last, you drop right on in and I’ll find some way of introducing you to my son.” She handed me my change and smiled at me. 

Flustered, I came right out and said, “Thank you. You’re very direct, you know.”

“Oh, I know. I used to be shy at your age, but after raising 6 kids I’ve found that beating around the bush is a waste of time. Have a nice evening, dear. Give him a good shag for me.”

Totally mortified, I nodded, picked up my bag and made my escape as she went back to her book.

I jumped into the passenger’s seat and let Tim drive. He glanced briefly at me before giving his attention back to the road. “Why do you look so embarrassed? It’s not like you’ve never bought condoms before.” I started to tell him, and he looked surprised and then amused. Then he started to giggle. He pulled over to the side of the road and started to roar with laughter. I couldn’t help smiling a little myself at his reaction, but I certainly didn’t think it was THAT funny. In between outbursts, he opened the door and we switched places. He spent the rest of the trip in stitches while I drove. I liked the sound of his laughter, even when it was partially directed at me. I egged him on with my best possible imitations of the woman. 

As we got out of the car, I told him “You know, this means that I’ve got to do you twice.”

“How do you figure, Casanova?”

“Well, she told me to give you a good shag for her, but as far as I’m concerned, the first one is entirely for us.”

“Oh, you are a smooth talker. I have a feeling that if I let you have your way I’ll be walking extremely funny tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Marc. You may not be so stable yourself by the time I’m done. Besides, I think it’s only fair that I give You a good shag for her too.”

“Hmm, I guess we’d better get started quickly then.”

We loaded the wagon and headed for the cabin. We took turns pulling, with the other walking in front. Tim stared at my ass with frank appreciation, making me grin and blush and I had a chance to scope out his gorgeous backside again. I was eager to fuck him, but a little nervous at the same time. Surprisingly, I had mostly gotten over my own worries about being penetrated. I knew how much I had enjoyed his fingers and tongue up my chute, so it was only logical that his dick would be good too if he prepared me well. No, I was worried about making it good for him. He had agreed to let me go first, even though he was afraid too. I decided that I would spend a long time preparing him, and wait until he asked for it. “What are you so deep in thought about, love?” He asked as we arrived at the cabin. 

“I’m just thinking about your fabulous ass, baby.”

“Wait until we get the groceries put away, Romeo. Then it’s yours.”

“Mmm, sounds lovely.” I gave him a hug and he leaned up to kiss me. We stood there, making out for a little while before we separated and picked up the bags.

Tim had gotten fresh bread, cheese, fruit, vegetables and juice as well as some more marshmallows for roasting. It was a tight squeeze getting everything into the fridge. “Why’d you get so much food, Tim?”

“It’s because I thought that we might end up staying in for a while. And since this has turned into a romantic getaway, I figured we could have food to match.”

“Well, then I’d better keep up my end of the bargain and provide the romance. Let’s hit the bathroom.”

“I’m not sure that’s the most romantic place, but I guess it’ll do.”

I took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. I slid my hands under his t-shirt and ran my fingers up and down his sides as we kissed and he unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled his shirt over his head and let him slide mine off. We started to make out a bit more seriously as we fumbled with each other’s pants, trying to remove them quickly. Tim managed to get mine off first; I blame the fact that he was wearing a belt. I stepped out of my pants and let Tim slide his hands over my ass, under my boxers. I finally managed to get his shorts undone and I let gravity take care of the rest. I started to kiss him more aggressively as I pushed him against the wall and ground our crotches together. A small gasp escaped him as our erections made contact. Then, all of a sudden, his legs were wrapped around me as he welded his lips to mine. I thrust my hardness against his as his tongue wrapped around mine. He had put his arms around my shoulders for balance and I cupped his ass in my hands, partly for support, partly to enjoy the feeling of those fleshy globes of muscle.

Tim slowly let his legs down as I reluctantly broke the kiss and backed away. We were both panting and my dick had poked through the front of my boxers. Tim’s briefs had a fairly sizable wet spot on them, probably from both of us, judging by the amount of precum that I was leaking. “Sorry love,” I murmured as I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “but if we’d done that much longer I’d have creamed myself.”

Tim gave me a brilliant smile before bending down to pull off his socks. “Well, at least you’ve changed my mind about bathrooms.”




Cabin Fever Ch. 03



I giggled a bit over that as I dropped my underwear and pulled my own socks off. I stepped into the shower and started to adjust the knobs as Tim squirmed out of his briefs. He joined me under the spray and we kissed again.

We didn’t save any water by showering together. I washed his hair for him as he leaned back against me. I let my fingers gently massage his scalp as I spread the shampoo through his hair. He rested more of his weight against me and gave a faint rumble of contentment as I ran my hands through his lathery hair. I quickly shampooed my own before turning him around and kissing him as we let the falling water wash away the suds. We soaped each other up. I found this to be an extremely intimate and erotic experience as I let my hands slide over every plane and curve of his body. I developed a brief infatuation with the small of his back, the gentle way it curved up from his ass with the faint ridge of his spine running up the middle. I sighed softly in happiness. I really do love him if I can fall for his back. Tim was doing his own soapy exploration of my body, which was wreaking havoc on my resolution not to come until he was ready for me to fuck him. No one had ever known me this intimately before. It wasn’t just a question of erogenous zones or stimulation. He touched me Everywhere; my shoulder blades, my armpits, my knees. He even lifted my feet one by one to soap between my toes, for Pete’s sake. And boy did I ever enjoy it. It made me feel admired and pampered and desirable all at once.

Tim washed behind my ears as I knelt in front of him and then just leaned back and relaxed as I gave his crotch a very thorough washing. I ran my soapy fist over his cock a few times and then paid some special attention to the area just under the head. Tim had his head thrown back and was letting the water cascade down the front of his body as I washed his pubic hair and cleaned the base of his cock. I spent quite a long time playing with his balls and listening to his groans of encouragement before moving on. I used both hands to give his inner thighs a good rubdown and then had him turn around and spread his legs. Neither of us said anything as I did this, but he did give me a dirty, and slightly nervous, grin before facing the side of the stall. I started by just running my hand up and down his crack, building up suds and slipperiness as I went. When he had relaxed into this, I let one finger travel in a lazy circle around and over his rosebud. It wasn’t long before I was able to slip one and then two fingers in. I spread the soap around, giving him a thorough deep cleaning. His hot hole twitched and clenched around my fingers and he cried out once as I hit a particularly good spot. I made a note of that for later as I rinsed him out.

Tim was flushed, but smiling as I got to my feet and let him take his turn on me. My cock was fairly close to bursting and I was practically whimpering as he washed me. He did my front quickly but thoroughly and took his time on my ass. He started with the same basic approach that I had, but once he had soaped me, he kept wiggling his fingers and adding more. He took his time; it was almost five minutes before he added the third finger, at which point I lost my load, spraying it across the shower wall as I screamed in pleasure. I leaned against that wall, groaning as he continued to probe me, with three fingers for a while. Then he stuck his pinky in. It wasn’t precisely painful, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. It felt sort of like stretching a muscle that you haven’t really been using recently. It felt good in some ways, but a bit strained in others. My hole relaxed in relief when Tim sensed this and went back to using three fingers for a while. The water was getting cold and I was getting hard again before he rinsed the soap off and we stepped out. We each toweled off separately before coming together in a kiss.

Tim gave me a faintly sheepish smile. “I just thought I’d better loosen you up a little more the first time, since you’re going to fuck me in between. I didn’t know you would come from that.” 

I took him in my arms and licked his ear before responding. “That’s alright, babe, it was bloody fantastic. Besides, I’ll last longer this way. And now I know exactly what I’m going to do to you.”

He flushed deeply at that and gave a little squawk as I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. I put him down on the bed and went to grab the lube and several condoms before joining him. He had rolled onto his front in preparation and was looking distinctly nervous at this point. I decided he needed to be relaxed first.

I knelt over him, letting my balls rest on his ass cheeks as I leaned forward and began to knead the tension out of his shoulders. “Tim, I want you to relax and enjoy this as much as possible. If anything hurts or feels bad, tell me and I’ll stop.” I moved my hands to his lower back and started to run my thumbs upwards, on either side of his spine. 

He was starting to loosen up, and I heard him mumble “I love you.” into the pillow. I worked on his back for another few minutes before turning him over. He looked at me with sleepy green eyes and gave me a smile and a nod to continue. I leaned in for a quick kiss and then let my lips trail down his chest, following the same path as he had taken on me the night before. The results were pleasurably similar as well. By the time my tongue was circling his hole, Tim was looking a bit glazed and giving off small sounds indicating his enjoyment. I had him flip back over onto his stomach and spread his legs fully before going back to licking him out. I tasted nothing but a faint mustiness and a little bit of bitterness from the soap as I speared him with my tongue. I lapped at his ass and wiggled my tongue around like mad inside his hole. I used my hands to spread his cheeks further and knead them as I delved deeper. I learned that Tim could be a screamer sometimes as he cried “Oh, yes!” and “Lick me out! Deeper!”, as well as other less coherent things.

My tongue was up his ass as far as it would go when he came, rumbling and thrusting his hips back towards my head as his hands gripped the sheets in fists. I nearly lost my tongue as his anus took on a life of its own, clenching and trying to pull my tongue in deeper. When he had come down from his climax, I pulled my tongue out. It was a little sore, but not too bad. Tim saw me making faces as I tried to flex it and sat up to kiss it better. It was extremely enjoyable and moderately effective. I kept kissing him as I brought him into a kneeling position and grabbed the lube bottle. I squirted a big dollop onto my palm and used my hands to warm it up before applying it to his hole. I used my fingers to work as much of it as possible inside before lubing them up again. My first finger slid in effortlessly and Tim leaned back to give me a kiss before telling me “Put a second in; I’m ready for it.”


“If you say so. You’re still pretty tight.”

I put two fingers in on the second shot and ran them over the spot that he had liked in the shower. He gave a low groan and his penis began to stiffen up again. We started making out again as I kept fingering him from behind. He was fully hard and panting by the time he had loosened around my fingers and I desperately wanted to fuck him. I held myself back. This was going to be our first time, and I wanted it to be perfect for him, even if at one level I wanted nothing more than to jam my cock straight up his ass and thrust like mad.

I got behind him and added even more lube before sliding in a third finger. Tim got on his hands and knees and held very still as I worked my fingers all the way in. I started pushing them in and pulling them out as well as turning my wrist back and forth when they were fully in him. He has started moaning pretty enthusiastically and I was debating whether or not he was ready when he solved my dilemma by pushing himself back into a kneeling position (impaling himself even further on my fingers) and whispering, “Fuck me now, Marc. It’s time.” 

I didn’t need an engraved invitation. In next to no time I had rolled a condom over myself and spread a thick layer of lube over my cock. Tim leaned forward and spread his cheeks for me as I slid gradually in. It was unbelievably hot and tight. I decided right then that Tim’s ass had been specifically made to hold my dick, it felt so wonderful. I slid all the way in, even though I had only planned to go halfway at first. I let out the breath I hadn’t noticed I’d been holding and then nearly came as Tim’s ass quivered and adjusted itself around me. I was gripping him firmly with my arms and my chest was fitted against his back. He leaned his head back against my shoulder and sighed. “Fuck me, Marc.” 

I did.

I started with slow, small strokes as I held him tightly. I didn’t let go; I couldn’t. I started making somewhat longer and firmer strokes as I kissed him deeply. I hadn’t touched his dick yet when he came with me deep inside him, sending a volley of cum onto the sheets before dribbling the rest of his load down over his balls. I nearly came with him as his ass gripped me tighter than any woman that I’d ever been with. It was almost painful, which may be why I managed to hold on to my load. I didn’t give him much of a chance at an after-glow before I started to rotate my hips, wiggling my cock around inside him. I kept my hold on him as I started pinching his nipples lightly. He was trembling and whimpering in my arms and I stopped, afraid that I was hurting him. “Don’t stop.” He murmured faintly. Reassured, I kept going, whispering in his ear how much I loved his ass, how much I loved him.

I stated a series of slow and long strokes, and then switched to hard and fast. At this point, only the fact that I had lubed him so thoroughly allowed me to continue without shooting. Even that wouldn’t be enough soon. I was thrusting madly in a totally haphazard way and trailing kisses up and down his neck as I moaned. I held him against me with one palm on his chest and started to rub his dick, which had, amazingly, gotten hard again. I started to feel tingles in my arms and legs as I approached my inexorable climax. I tried to warn him that I was coming when suddenly I felt more warm fluid on my hand and his ass started clenching again. He moaned and I roared as he climaxed together, and I continued to orgasm, filling the condom with my release until some of it dripped down and onto my balls. I kept holding onto him as my breathing slowly came back to normal, my sweaty chest heaving against his back. I let my toes unclench as my dick softened and I let it slide out of Tim as we lay down, face to face.

He gave me a silly, sated smile and I returned one which must have looked just as mystified and contented. We held each other closely as we kissed, deeply and slowly, confirming the love between us. Neither of us could manage any words. Tim’s head sank down to rest on my arm as his eyes slipped shut. Soon he was snoring lightly in post coital bliss. I joined him for a brief nap, reassured that when my turn came, I would enjoy it.



Cabin Fever Ch. 03



Hearing nothing at the other end, Ginny wondered if Chase had hung up. She checked the status; no, he was still there 

"Hello?" she said in a small voice. In truth, she was the one who was afraid to talk, afraid of what words, what sentiments, he might communicate to her. 

"Ginny," he said, sounding amazingly close to her. "I finally got alone. How are you?"

She smiled despite herself. "Nothing much has changed in an hour."

Chase laughed. "Yeah. I know what you mean. My mom is cooking up a storm over here. It looks like Thanksgiving."

Ginny glanced at her own home, cold and lifeless except for Randy going in the front door.

"So," he said hesitantly. "Have you talked to John yet?"

"No. I'm still sitting in the car."

"Oh. Do you want me to come over? I want to be there for you, Ginny, if you need me."

"You don't have to do that. Anyway, my mother and sister are coming. I'm going back to Denver with them."

"When?"

"I'm not sure. Tomorrow maybe. I have to give my mom time to rest before we start back. I need to pack, get money...that kind of stuff."

"You have to let me know when you're leaving. Promise?"

"Yes, of course."

"Ginny, I'm here for you. I want to be with you. As soon as I can I'm going to Denver. We have to be together."

The urgency in his tone stunned her; she hadn't expected it. Being stuck together in the cabin had been one thing but now he was free. He didn't have to be with her. She closed her eyes, so overwhelmed with emotion she couldn't speak.

He misunderstood her silence. "Okay, I'll give you time to think about it," he said gently. "I already miss you, Ginny. I'll be thinking of you."

"Take care, Chase," she said. "Bye."

She hung up the call and sat back in the seat, closing her eyes. She had been deliberately cool to him at the end, not wanting to string him along. There was no point in talking about the future. Neither of them could even begin to guess what was in store, anymore than they could have foreseen the past forty-eight hours. Chase could meet someone his own age tomorrow and fall desperately in love. And what would she be as a person if she resented his good fortune? She wanted him to be happy. 

Walking into the house, she saw John standing in the hallway waiting for her. With arms crossed in front of him, he looked her over from head to toe as though trying to determine if she had changed in some way. Apparently he was satisfied. 

"Well, glad you're safe," he said rather indifferently. "Too bad about the car, though. It's gonna cost me a fortune to pay for the tow."

"At least you didn't have to pay for a funeral," she said philosophically, and walked up the stairs. Her first order of business was to get ready for her mother's visit, not stand around arguing with John. She was glad to have a task to distract her troubled thoughts.

The next morning she loaded a suitcase and several bags of clothes on coat hangers into the trunk of her mother's car. Randy helped her with boxes of her personal items. He hugged her before she got into the backseat, whispering that she was doing the right thing.

"I'm gonna miss you, though," he added. "Don't be surprised if I show up on Grandma's front step in a few days. I can only live with Mr. Heartless for so long without you here."

Ginny nodded and waved goodbye as the car lurched forward. She was aware that she hadn't called Chase as she had promised. She just couldn't. Every time she looked in a mirror she was reminded of his youth, and her age. It wasn't right for her to encourage him. She wouldn't encourage him. 

Within a week she landed a job at the community college in the computer lab, retained a divorce attorney, and put down a deposit on an apartment. Randy came down the following weekend with the furniture John begrudgingly parted with. He brought something else with him. Two somethings, actually: Ginny's snowy white Samoyeds, Tensing and Hillary. Having been raised as housedogs, they took to the apartment as though it were just a slightly smaller cave. Since the apartment was in a mostly-residential area, Ginny found it no trouble at all to continue their morning five-mile walks.

As Ginny and Randy set up the second bedroom with an antique bedstead that had been one of her ancestors, Randy told her of the recent rappelling expedition he had guided for paying clients. 

"I thought you were working at the library," she said, screwing old iron screws into the bed frame. 

"That's been a temporary job, Mom," he replied. "You know I've wanted to come here to work since before I graduated college."

"Well, yeah, but I figured it was just talk. I can't see you leaving the slopes to settle in the city."

"Hey, there's a lot more to do around here than just downhill."

Ginny's eyebrows went up. She'd never heard him even once disparage his beloved downhill skiing and couldn't imagine what had brought on this change.

"Anyway, I was wondering if I could come stay with you while I get a feel on the job market," Randy said.

"Of course you can."

Several times she had to fight off the urge to ask him about Chase. Since Randy didn't offer any information about his best friend, she didn't ask. It seemed best for everyone just to let the whole episode slide into memory. At least, that's what she told herself. 

But in reality, the lonely nights only served to haunt her with memories of the cabin in the snow. Images floated before her in the darkness, images of Chase and the tenderness he had brought into her life. Night after night she cried out his name as she brought herself to orgasm, an act that was more desperate than pleasuring. Over several desolate weeks she came to terms with her own feelings. She loved him. Or, at least, she loved what they had had. She couldn't yet admit to herself that she was in love with him. But she could allow that her feelings for him went far beyond simple desire. 

She held out no hope that he reciprocated her feelings. If he'd wanted to be with her, wouldn't he have called? This question tortured her day and night as she looked at her cell phone at the end of the workday. Sometimes her mother had called during the day and left a message, sometimes her sister, her best friend, or Randy. But never Chase. 

One evening Randy did appear at her door, suitcase in hand. He and his father had had a falling out and Randy was ready to take the plunge in the Denver job market. For Ginny it was a reprieve from the almost constant loneliness that crushed her spirit. 

A few days after arriving in town, Randy greeted her at the door with outstanding news. "I got a job!" he announced, waiting until she put down her purse to hug her. 

"Oh, that's great!" she cried, returning his hug. Then, sensing in his expression there was a bit of a story behind his new job, she added, "Let me just start a cup of tea and you can tell me all about it."

Randy waited at the kitchen table while she set the kettle to boil and placed a tea bag in a mug. Then she sat down beside him. He smiled back at her. She raised her eyebrows, wondering if he needed an invitation. 

"Well?" she said at last.

Randy looked down at the tabletop. "Well, I'm going to be working with a guy who's starting up a new company here in Denver."

Ginny's heart thumped against her ribs. "Is it Chase?" she asked quietly.

"Yes," he admitted.

She nodded. In her head all kinds of questions slammed into each other. Had Chase finally moved to Denver? Had he found office space? Had he gotten the startup money? Obviously, the answer was yes to all of the above. She wanted to ask Randy if he thought it a good idea to work for his best friend, but then she would be implying that she didn't think it a good idea and she didn't want to discourage him. 

Randy took her hand in his. "You okay?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?" 

"You look upset."

Ginny shook her head. "I'm not upset at all. I'm happy for you," she said. Then, forcing a smile, she stood up to take the whistling kettle off the stove. 

For a long while Randy studied her face. She could see in his eyes that he was wondering about her feelings for Chase, but the temptation to bring her son into her love life was simply out of the question. She assumed an air of complete indifference towards the person he would be working for and concentrated only on the fact that he would be in a job he wanted. 

A few days later, Randy packed up his belongings. He and Chase would be rooming together to save money. It would also give them more time to strategize. She was happy that Randy seemed so focused when, since graduating from college, he had floundered around in menial jobs. Still, she was distraught to see him go. It meant his life was no longer the focus of her own. 

The following afternoon, Randy left her a voice message asking her to meet him for dinner at a popular Denver haunt of the younger crowd. Her first response was to say no; she was paralyzed with apprehension that she might see Chase. But then she shook off her fear, telling herself she couldn't allow her brief relationship with Chase Nolan to affect the solid one she had with her son. It wouldn't be right. 

Randy had said seven, knowing that she'd want to go home after work to change. The restaurant on Larimer Square was crowded for a Tuesday night. Since she was early, she sat down at the bar and ordered a white wine. Aware that she must look silly there all by herself, she tried hard to appear enthralled by the bottles stacked along the mirror behind the bar. As she studied them, a tall masculine figure moved behind her. The bartender leaned to get his order. 

"Coors Light," the figure said. 

Ginny's gaze shifted to the hand resting on the bar beside her. She knew that hand. In fact, she knew every knuckle on that hand. 

In the mirror across from her, the man stared at her. Then he bent, and a pair of lips brushed her ear.

"You never said goodbye."

She felt Chase slide down onto the barstool beside her, his body close to hers. Ginny turned her head to look into his dark brown eyes. He stared back at her with a hard, relentless gaze that penetrated her soul. She couldn't breath.

"Well?" he demanded. 

She should have called him, she realized. She'd hurt him by not. 

"I thought I was doing you a favor," she said honestly.

"You didn't."

She wanted to tell him she was sorry, that she thought it best for him if he just forgot about her. But now her own words sounded so patronizing. He was a grown man and she had been treating him like a little boy. No wonder he was angry with her. 

"Is Randy with you?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's at the table. We got here early. I volunteered to come look for you."

"We need to join him."

"No. Not really. He has a date with him."

Ginny looked at him. He didn't sound like the same person. His voice was hard...like his eyes. He was staring at her, simply staring at her, and she wondered what he expected her to do or how much more of it she could take. 

"Come with me," he said. 

She shook her head. "Where?"

"Just come with me."

She set down her wine glass as he stood up, but hesitated moving out of her seat. Although she couldn't imagine Chase lying to her, she wasn't at all sure Randy had a date. He might this very moment be wondering where she was. On the other hand, she had a cell phone, so if her son wanted to reach her, all he needed to do was call. And he wasn't calling. 

Ginny slid out of her seat and walked around it to Chase's side. He took her elbow in his hand and guided her out the door. Together they walked four blocks east, to a row of attractive store fronts with lofts above. Unlocking a door, he led her inside a modest space filled in a disheveled state with various kinds of outdoor equipment. A sign on the wall said something about mountain expeditions, but with the lights off she couldn't be sure. He continued through the space to a side door, which he opened to reveal a stairway. 

The lighted stairway led up to a hallway landing. Loft apartments lined the corridor. Chase unlocked a door, holding it open as Ginny stepped in. A part of her was curious about the place her son now called home. But she was equally aware that this was Chase's apartment. The voices in her head screamed the same warnings that she was now impatiently growing tired of. 

The apartment had the look of two single guys who had no interest in decorating. There were papers everywhere, adventure magazines, newspaper clippings. She was relieved to see that, at least from here, the food was being kept in the kitchen and not strewn everywhere. 

"Living room," Chase said, gesturing at the sofa, coffee table, lamp, television. 

"Dining room." 

Nothing there but a few odd boxes. 

"Kitchen." 

She could see a counter and a dark space beyond. 

"Down here, Randy's room." 

He flipped on a light to reveal a double bed surrounded by clothes in piles on the floor. 

"A bathroom." 

Ginny glanced in, seeing a wet towel on the floor—no doubt Randy's. 

"My room and bath."

She stood beside him at the threshold, having given the neat space with a bed and dresser a cursory glance. Now she started to turn away, assuming that this exercise—or whatever it was—was over. Chase grasped her arm. Ginny looked back at him. His jaw was squared; his eyes blazed with what she thought was anger. He pulled her to him. She could feel the heat from his nostrils on her skin. She stared up at him, waiting. God, she wanted him so badly. She wanted him to kiss her, to make love to her again. Her body ached for him.

"What," he bit out maliciously, "do you want?"

The dam of her pent-up emotions burst and she lifted her lips to capture his in a hungry, desperate hold. He didn't immediately kiss her back, but rather waited, forcing her to release him and try again. Her arms lifted to encircle his neck as she pressed her body into his. Over and over again she kissed his unyielding lips. She may have given up had she not felt his hands on her waist, unconsciously squeezing her flesh as he tried to fight the impulse to give in. Pressing her thigh lightly against his crotch, she was further encouraged by the erection growing inside his jeans. No matter what his mouth was saying to her, his body betrayed him.

Finally his lips parted and Ginny thrust her tongue forward, past his teeth, to the warm interior of his mouth. He groaned despite himself, and she felt him break off the kiss as though irritated at his own weakness. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look into his angry face. Just when she was sure he was going to put her away from him, his hands swept up the sides of her face and held her. She lifted her eyelids to look at him.

"Ginny," he whispered raggedly. "Don't ever, ever do that to me again."

She shook her head. "I won't. I swear to God, I won't."

Chase drew her into his room and closed the door. The lamp by the bed burned softly as they lay down, fully clothed, on top of the bedspread. Lying on his side, Chase gazed down at her face as her head rested on his pillow. All the resentment that had seized his mind and body was magically gone. He bent down to kiss her with a gentleness and intensity that robbed her of coherent thought. Ten minutes went by, then twenty, and his hands remained in her hair, on her shoulders, against her stomach, as his mouth made up for all the kisses their long separation had stolen from them. 

"I want to make love to you," he whispered against the skin just before her ear. "But not if it's a one-shot deal. Ginny, I want to date you. I want to take you out with me, introduce you to people as my girlfriend. I want to tell my parents about us. And I don't want you to be ashamed of me. If people don't accept us as a couple, screw them. I have one life to live and I plan on spending it with whomever I want. And that's you. You, Ginny, and no one else."

Looking into his eyes, she could see her own reflection: the face of a forty-six year old woman who didn't understand how or why this had happened. She was scared of the future, frightened of the lines she knew would come, of the gray hair and the birthdays. She was scared of his youth, his gorgeous face, of the young women who would naturally throw themselves at him. But she was more afraid of not being with him. Of regretting letting this moment pass. Of living a future where she was alone and he was alone, or perhaps with someone he didn't really love. Of denying him because of her own vanity. 

"Yes, Chase," she said simply, smiling up at him.

His mouth softened. He smiled too. Then he kissed the hollow of her neck, allowing his tongue to taste the sweetness of her flesh as he began a downward descent. She wore a wool sweater with a wide collar, and he made fast work of dispatching it over her head to reveal the tank top she wore underneath. Her stiff nipples showed through the thin material. His fingertips meandered lazily over the fabric, circling the stiff points and teasing them with the hard surfaces of his nails. Licking his lips in anticipation, he lowered his head over her chest. He pulled the fabric taut and flicked his tongue against each dark point, eliciting sharp gasps of pleasure as she wiggled beneath him. Being in no hurry, he did it again, and again, and again, until her back was arched so high that her breasts were almost pressed into his face. Then he pushed the top upwards and took one of her breasts wholly into his mouth, sucking it until his cheeks hurt. She fell back on the bed, looking delicious with her one red swollen breast. He left the other one for the moment and kissed all the way down her belly to the top of her jeans. They were button fly, and he worked each one open with slow enjoyment. The front panel of her thong became apparent and he smiled at the cute little panda chewing bamboo. 

He stood up to pull off her ankle boots, her socks, then her jeans, watching as the lusciousness between her firm legs was revealed. Her ass was tight as a rock; since getting the dogs from John, she still walked them five miles every morning before work. She'd also taken to working out at the college gym and if possible the rest of her looked even tighter than it had the previous winter. He felt an impulse to lick her from her toes up but stifled the urge in favor of getting out of his own clothes, which he did with a few effortless motions, all the while staring back at her stormy blue-green gaze. 

He pulled back the blanket on his side while she wiggled beneath it on hers. She was still wearing the panda thong and, while he harbored no ill will towards the mammal, Chase hurriedly introduced it to his bedroom floor. On his knees beside her, he pushed Ginny's legs apart and lay down between them, his mouth poised above her glistening pink vagina. He closed his eyes for a moment to take in the scent of her. A warm, contented feeling swept over him and he sighed, his warm breath passing over her already engorged clit. She jerked uncontrollably and he chuckled softly, then intentionally blew a stream of air over her clit. Again she shuddered and he did it again, and again, and again, until the sight of her panting and digging her fingernails into his pillow became too much for him and he plunged his tongue into the depths of her, taking in the sweetness that came from her body. 

Ginny squirmed against his face, her brain unable to control her movements. She knew only pleasure and longing, the delight of his tongue as it explored the core of her sex, licking over mysterious surfaces that yielded to the force of his thrust. But there was also longing in her, to have more of him inside of her, possessing her, pushing deeper and deeper within her, until their flesh was entwined completely in a single moment of rapture. 

"Chase," she whispered desperately, "turn around so I can play with you."




Cabin Fever Ch. 03



With an impish grin and a bob of his eyebrows, he gladly fulfilled her request. As he returned to the job of plundering her pussy, Ginny lovingly opened her mouth to take in as much of his cock as she could. Secretly she had dreamt of this moment. Now that it was here, she pleasured him as much for herself as for him. She loved him, she loved his body. She loved the delight she was giving him, hearing him gasp as her tongue slid under his glans, at that lovely V-spot. She used her upper lip to draw a heavy dollop of precum down the head and her bottom lip to push it up against the spot. Then she used her bottom lip again to press it into his flesh, wiggling her lip back and forth. He cried out helplessly and plunged his cock back into her mouth, having all but forgotten his other task.

Reaching out a long arm to hold the back of her head, he watched as his cock disappeared between her full lips, only to reemerge slick with her saliva, then disappear again. For several minutes he was unable to stop his own body as he face-fucked her, but as he felt his orgasm building he pulled his shaft out with a pop. She watched silently as he retreated into his bathroom, then returned with his penis sheathed in a condom. 

He laid right back down where he had been before and hurried to pull her on top of him. Ginny straddled his hips and grasped his cock to slide it into her vagina. The girth of it made her gasp; she'd forgotten how he filled her up. Using her firm thighs, she effortlessly rocked up and down on top of him. Chase held her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs as he gazed up into her eyes. She smiled down at him, a soft, coquettish smile as gentle moans of pleasure hummed from the back of her throat. She wiggled her shoulders back and forth, needing more of his pressure on her nipples. 

"Throw me a couple of pillows," he said.

Reaching behind her, she grabbed the two pillows, which he then placed under his head. Ginny resumed her steady, undulating motion while Chase drew one of her breasts into his mouth. She looked down at him, at his eyelashes making half-circles against his tanned skin. There were tiny black hairs between his eyebrows that she'd never noticed before. She smiled and put her lips into his hair, breathing in deeply the scent of him. He smelled faintly of woodsy shampoo and warm skin. 

Behind her, he raised his knees and began thrusting deeply within her as one of his hands fell to hold her ass. The sound of his breathing changed. He was getting close. 

He abruptly changed to the other breast, licking and softly biting the nipple. A frown appeared between his eyebrows; he didn't want to come yet. He looked up at her, gauging where she was, and shook his head.

"Rub your clit," he said urgently. "I'm not gonna last long."

Ginny lowered her hand to the cleft between her legs, delighting more in his regard for her than any orgasm could have brought. The synchronizing of orgasms was of little importance to her; being with him this way possessed a value all its own. His thumbs and forefingers rolled her nipples distractedly as his stiff expression revealed just how hard he was fighting his body's nature. Suddenly he threw his head back and released a loud cry. His body spasmed and shook under her as he came, his throbbing shaft shooting wave and wave of semen against the condom. Grasping her hips, he drove his dick deeper, as though seeking a way to touch the soul of her. Finally, as his spent penis shrank away from her, he reluctantly let her go, rolling her over onto her back to gaze down at her. 

"Ginny," he said, half-smiling, his eyes so tender on her face they felt like caresses. He kissed her sweetly and reluctantly left her side to dump the condom. When he returned he brought her a glass of water, which they shared with a knowing look. Making love was thirsty work. 

Setting down the glass on the nightstand, Chase laid her back into the sheets to kiss her again, gently at first, then with growing passion. His hand slipped down between her legs, feeling the heat rising from her body. Ginny moved under him, against the fingertip that stroked the hood of her clit so softly that she had to have more. His mouth broke from hers and blazed over her hot flesh to her breasts, where her nipples stood erect and wanting. Groaning against the storm brewing between his own legs, he sucked her nipples in their turn, kissed the flesh around them, licked her areolas, then teased the nipples again with his teeth. 

Farther still he moved, lapping at her navel, at the skin on her belly, until at last he came to the gentle mound rising and falling against his hand. His finger moved downward into her vagina, marveling at the silken liquid that flowed from her. He kissed her clit, taking in the scent of her, and opened his lips to press them against her. 

His tongue moved over her sex, delighting in the hard nub of her clit. Secretly he reveled in her not yet being satisfied; he wanted this to go on all night. He would make her orgasm, and then he would fuck her again. And then they would sleep a little bit. And then he would fuck her again. The thought of what he would do to her shortly, and again later, was making his dick stiff; he could feel it growing heavy against his leg. His finger thrust deep into her core, mimicking what he wanted to do to her with his cock. Her hips whirled beneath him, her fingers in his hair, kneading his scalp. His tongue pressed into her clit over and over and over again, finding just the right pressure and rhythm to pleasure her. Listening to her gasps and groans, he found his own breathing difficult to control. She was turning him on as much as he was her. 

"Chase!" she cried, and she grabbed the sheets to keep from hurting him. Behind her closed eyes she could see the hot white burst of ecstasy in her brain. A series of high, agonizing gasps sounded from the back of her throat as she bucked violently against him. She orgasmed with a final push, her fluid pouring out over his hand as her entire crotch throbbed visibly before him. 

For a long moment he watched the crescendo fade even as her body continued rocking under him. His sheet was covered in a plate-size circle of her fluid. Pushing her over to the clean side of the bed, he walked around to her and held her hair in his hand as he pressed his hardened dick against her lips. Willingly she opened her lips and took him in. As she settled into a rhythm, he raised his knee to the bed and leaned into her.

"Oh yeah, Ginny," he said in a thick voice. "Oh baby, suck it. God, that feels so good."

Her head was flat on the bed. Nimbly bending over her, he grabbed the two pillows and stuffed them under her head, dragging her a little towards the foot of the bed as he did so. As she continued sucking and licking him, he moved so that his knees straddled her head. Holding onto the headboard of the bed, he had to punch down the pillows a little so that he could look under him to watch her. A sensation rose up in his belly of amazing peace and contentment; it made him catch his breath. 

For a long while he enjoyed the sensual fellatio. His dick felt supersensitive in her mouth. Each caress of her tongue on his head made him flinch with pleasure. Longing rose up within him. Ginny, he said in his mind. I love you so much, Ginny. You don't have to do this for me but you do, because you care about me and what I want. I don't want anyone else. I only want you. 

She could feel him holding back, struggling to keep from driving his cock deeper into her mouth. Hearing his uneven breathing, his sharp gasps when she did this thing or that, she ached to express to him how much his being with her meant. The anguish of those lonely nights in bed with only her imagination to feed her suddenly vanished as she felt the heat of his body against her face, smelled his man-smells and heard his sighs and moans. At some point in her painful exile from him, she had come to terms with never experiencing this again. Now that they were together, the miracle of it fell afresh on her. 

Sensing something different was happening between them, Chase pulled away from her and moved to her side, looking deeply into her eyes. 

"Would it really be such a bad thing," he asked with an intensity that made her breathless, "if we had a baby together?"

"Chase," she said, shaking her head. "You don't know what you're saying."

"I do know. Ginny, I know there are risks, but life is full of risks. I have a longing to be with you. But it goes deeper than that. I love you, Ginny. I want us to be together as a family. I want to make a baby with you while there's still time. Can you understand that?"

Of course she could. She wouldn't tell him, at least not right now, how she had begged John all those years ago for the chance to have another child. The longing had never really left her, only laid dormant in her body. Maybe that was why she had taken such intense care of herself. She'd wanted to keep her vessel healthy and pure. And now the opportunity was here. Another miracle. Tears brimmed in her eyes. 

Chase moved between her legs, feeling her thighs with his hands. There was such adoration in her face for him that he felt unworthy. He bent and kissed her belly just under the navel; he knew why. Some urge was driving him to plant his seed in her uterus. He hadn't felt it for his ex-wife, even on their best of days. But he felt it for Ginny. There was still so much science didn't know about the attraction between men and women, body chemistry, why some men longed for children and others abhorred the thought. But he didn't want just any baby. He wanted one with Ginny. Right now nothing in the world—not his career, not his family, nothing—mattered more. 

"May I have permission," he asked quietly, "to come in you?"

"Chase!" she whispered tremulously. "Oh yes!"

Nothing had felt like that moment for either of them, the moment their bodies joined in an act of hope and sacrifice. Both knew the risks involved but, having pictured the reward, came to the determination that not taking the risk was harder to face than anything the future might hold for them. 

In a posture as old as mankind itself, Chase penetrated her core, burying himself deep within her. He had made love to her once before at the cabin without a condom, when they were in the bathtub together, but this time the feel of her was different. Looking down into her face, he marveled at the blush over her skin, at the way her eyes sparkled and her mouth turned gently into a smile of contented desire. Contented desire. It sounded like a contradiction. But it was Ginny. She was content even when she was wanting. It was why he felt so safe with her. She was so patient, never pushing for her own needs. Somehow she knew they would be fulfilled. Somehow she had that faith.

He pushed deeper into her, longing to have that strength she possessed but never flaunted. She pushed back at him, meeting him, their pubic hairs brushing for a moment. Her skin glistened in the soft lamplight. They were both perspiring now, not a lot, but enough to notice the heat rising up between them. Her breath escaped against his chest, hot and then cool. Every time he breathed in, he could smell the scent of sex in the thickening air. It drove him on, deeper and harder, like his breathing. All he could feel was warm, wet pleasure pulling him down against its softness, squeezing against his sex, coaxing his seed from his body. 

He looked down at her closed eyes, at her mouth open and panting, at her slender eyebrows drawn together in an expression of pain and ecstasy. She grew tighter against him, and yet wetter at the same time. Her hips jerked against him. He felt her orgasm and gave into it. Like some siren song, it carried him forward in a blinding storm of sensation. Waves of pleasure swept over him from his face to his fingertips. He yelled out hoarsely, pumping into her as his own orgasm seized him. His seed burst into her and Ginny gasped. She held him, looking into his eyes, knowing. Neither of them wanted it to end. 

For a long while they dozed together. Then Chase sat up on his elbow and looked at her. His staring made her wake up.

"I am so hungry," he said emphatically.

She laughed. "Would you like me to cook you something?"

"Pretty much the only thing we have is ramen noodles. And ice cream."

"Chase!" she scolded playfully. "Okay, fine. Let's go to my place. I don't fancy seeing Randy right now anyway. It would kind of kill the mood."

They dressed silently and walked to a parking garage attached to the building. Chase's jeep was there, and as they left the building, Ginny remembered her own car waiting at Larimer Square.

"I'll have to pick it up," she said. "I have to go to work tomorrow."

When they stopped at her car, she took out a blank deposit slip from her checkbook to write her address on, along with directions.

Chase watched her as she struggled to remember cross-streets. "You don't have to do that," he said at last. "I know where you live."

"You do?"

"Yes. I've driven by a few times."

"You have?"

"Yeah. In the morning, when you walk the dogs."

She smiled teasingly. "I didn't know I had a stalker."

"You have no idea how many times I wanted to go bang down your door."

Silently she folded the deposit slip and put it back in her purse. She was feeling breathless again. And weak in the knees. 

"I'll see you there, then," Chase said, and leaned over to kiss her before she stepped out. 

The dogs were thrilled to see him. They'd grown up from puppies accustomed to him in the house. Now they treated him as an old friend, bounding on the furniture as he petted one and then the other. As usual at this hour, Ginny leashed them both for their nightly excursion. Linking arms with Chase, she never had a more enjoyable walk with her dogs. The early spring night was clear and cold, and bits of snow nuzzled under bushes and in shadowy corners. There would be a few more snows before spring ended, but for the most part any threat of heavy snowfall was over for the year. 

When they returned to the apartment, both dogs brought Chase their chew toys to share, which he respectfully declined. Tensing and Hillary went off to the large bed they shared, curling up with their toys and ignoring the yammering people. Sitting on a barstool overlooking the kitchen, Chase watched as Ginny started rice in a pan, asparagus in a steamer and fish in a rack, adding spices as she went, sprinkling lemon juice here and there. She made cooking look so effortless when he found it maddeningly complicated.

"We're taking some clients up to the North Ridge of Spearhead for a wilderness weekend next week," he said as she tossed stuff in a salad bowl. "Maybe you could come with us, teach them how to do the cooking. I'd pay you, of course," he added quickly, "whatever the going rate is. Neither Randy nor I can cook worth crap. Plus it would just be great to have you there."

She popped a cherry tomato in his mouth. "Ask me again next weekend when you've had time to think about it," she said, grinning. "You may change your mind. Anyway, I'm flexible. I'd just need to ask my sister to come over and walk the dogs."

They ate a leisurely meal and discussed the particulars of Chase's new venture. Combining marketing and wilderness sports, he was starting off small and local with beginning climbers and other adventurists. In the future he hoped to branch off into international tours, including the coveted Seven Summits. His eventual goal was to host a trip to Mount Everest, but such a feat was far in the future. In the meantime he would grow a client base and use the retail outlet to reach the casual enthusiast. 

"Basically I'm hoping to turn a bunch of nonathletic college geeks into adrenalin junkies," he said over his empty plate. "Sort of like me and Randy."

She laughed at him, knowing full well that in most circles, he and Randy would be considered gifted athletes. 

Climbing and skiing weren't their only skills; Chase also had his SCUBA certification and Randy was well-practiced in white water rafting. As they talked, Ginny inquired about hot air ballooning. Considering the price a single afternoon in a balloon fetched, it was something worth looking into. 

Having moved to the sofa, Chase slipped off his shoes and dragged her against him so that they were halfway leaning back and spooning at the same time as they both contemplated the ceiling. 

"I still haven't forgotten that I asked you to design our webpage," Chase said. "I know you would do a great job on it, better than any outside company we could hire. And you know how to maintain a site as well. Again, you only need to name your price."

She smiled. "Oh really? Well, I'll have to look into what the top webmasters are making these days."

His arms were around her and he gave her a gentle squeeze. "Of course, I may have to pay you in services the first year or so," he said mischievously. 

"What kind of services?" she inquired. 

"Oh, you know: light housekeeping, serving you breakfast in bed, licking your toes. That kind of thing."

"Ah. I'm visualizing it even now."

"And?"

"I'll get to work on the website right away."

"The sooner the better."

"Definitely."

His lips brushed her hair and she turned her face up to him. His eyes were squinted as he grinned down at her. He looked amazingly happy. Glancing at the clock in the kitchen, she couldn't believe it was after midnight. She hated to be the one who brought this night to a close, but she had work in the morning. 

As though reading her thoughts, Chase asked, "Can I stay with you tonight?"

She nodded silently and stood up, and walked with him to the bedroom. At the sight of her double bed he sighed deeply. Supposing he was just tired, she ignored the sigh and continued to the bathroom. It was her habit to shower at night, so she grabbed her bathrobe and undressed while the water heated. Chase stood in the door watching her. 

"Mind if I join you?" he asked. 

She bit her bottom lip, smiling. "Of course not."

He moved into the small room, standing close to her as she slipped out of her bra and thong. She was first into the shower and he hurried to catch up with her. She was standing under the spray, her head tilted upwards, her hands shampooing her hair when he stepped in. Chase picked up a bottle of body wash and lathered up his hands, then stepped forward to gently wash her abdomen. She giggled helplessly as his hands moved over the curve of her waist, a particularly ticklish spot for her. Her giggling made him chuckle and he pulled her to him, delighting in her mock-struggle for freedom. The sensation of her wet body wiggling against him was agonizing. Peering down into her laughing face, he was afraid she was going to take him for a sex addict once she moved away.

But as Ginny nudged around him to get her conditioner, her abdomen brushed his semi-erect penis more than just a little casually. She gave him a sly sideways glance and laughed. Picking up a bar of soap, he washed himself while she conditioned her hair, his hands being careful to reach all the right places. As he finished with the soap she took it from him and sudsed her own hands, then carefully slipped them over his cock, making certain to avoid his head as she glided them back and forth. 

Chase stared at her as his hips rocked back and forth against her hands. Only moments ago, when he'd seen her bed, all he could think about were the nights he had dreamt of being in it with her. Now he was more than willing to put the bed on hold for a bit of wet fun. When the suds finally washed away, he turned her around and leaned her against the tile wall. She thought he planned to enter her from behind, but instead he coated her upper thighs with body wash and leaned into her. His cock slid between her clenched thighs, gliding along the cleft of her vulva, until his head struck her clit, then slid back to her vagina. Again he slid forward until his head grazed her nub, then back. WIth quick, hard movements, he plied her crease over and over again, until her legs started to tremble. She looked over her shoulder in agonized ecstasy; surely he had to know what he was doing to her. Pulling her cheeks apart, he looked down at her vagina sopping with juice; he'd no idea it had been that good for her. 




Cabin Fever Ch. 03



Everything in him wanted to make slow, passionate love to her in her bed; it was what he had dreamed of. But she was here right now, in the shower, raised up on her toes with her ass wide open in front of him and her pussy begging for his cock. Taking her hips in his hands, he nudged his dick against her vaginal opening, working it until it slid in on its own. The softness of her enveloped him and he thrust into her, watching as the line between them blurred. He leaned forward to kiss her shoulder blades; her hands lifted to feel the back of his head. His hand on her hip moved upwards, over her belly to her breast, to hold her even more fiercely to him. His other hand traveled downward, his long limbs making it possible for him to graze the nub of her clit with his fingertips. 

Ginny clutched the towel rack as he lifted her off the floor of the tub. It was as though he possessed her completely now, making her into some small thing that squirmed against his groin. Water pounded onto his back, drowning his heavy breathing. He was as deep into her as he could go, and every movement of his hips took enormous concentration to keep from slipping. The intensity of their coupling was beyond anything he had yet experienced with her. 

Despite herself, Ginny lowered her hand over his and pressed harder. Her clit was exploding under his finger. She clutched his hand, willing him to give her more. 

"Chase!" she screamed into the tile, using her forehead to balance herself. "God, give it to me, baby! Make it come! Oh God, it feels so good! Chase! Chase!"

Her vagina spasmed against his cock and, with an agonizing cry of relief, he orgasmed inside of her, his hips thrusting wildly as he let her feet touch the ground. The pent-up energy within his muscles burst forth and he continued rocking against her long after his last shot of semen. His hands swept up and down her back. He wanted to touch her everywhere. At last he swung her around and kissed her, a deep, brutal, possessive kiss. Ginny clung to him, afraid that somehow he might obliterate her. But then he drew away, looking down into her soft eyes in apology mixed with awe. 

He turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist while she pulled on her own bathrobe. She stepped out first; he followed her, his gaze sweeping over her flushed cheeks and sleepy eyes. He watched while she rummaged in a drawer for a spare toothbrush still in its package: leave it to Ginny to have one. She put toothpaste on her brush and squirted some on his. They shared the sink, waiting until both were ready to turn the water on. They had, after all, wasted enough water for one day. 

Chase sat on the edge of her bed while she braided her hair, not sure what side she claimed. When she was done she drew back the comforter, slipped out of her robe and lay down on the cool clean sheets. He settled down beside her, looking into her peaceful face. The lamp was on his side and he supposed it was his job to turn it off. He would in a minute. He just wanted to look at her a while longer. 

Ginny tried to stay awake, but the need for sleep overwhelmed her and she drifted off, a faint smile on her lips. Chase watched her. For a brief moment, he felt the frustration of a man who has captured a wild animal and knows that at the moment he sets it free, it will be off again. It was maddening to him how little he could control her, what she might do tomorrow. 

And yet, he had to admit, the very elusiveness of her was part of the attraction. By giving him complete freedom to walk out of her life forever, she had somehow managed to enslave him. Yes, it was true. He was enslaved.

A wry smile touched his lips as he turned off the lamp and settled against her. It was one thing for him to know he was enslaved, he told himself. And it was quite another for her to know. As long as she didn't know what he knew, he knew he would be okay. 

And with that convoluted resolution bouncing around in his brain, he went soundly to sleep. 



Cabin Fever Ch. 03



A reader suggested the basic idea for this story and it fit quite nicely with this series -- so sending thanks to sweetallis and hoping she enjoys seeing it here! -- BrettJ

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"Who was that on the phone, Andreya?"

Andreya walked into the Living Room from the kitchen. She had been cleaning up after dinner when the phone had rung. She'd been on it a long time and Nat Stevens was curious as to who'd occupied so much of her time.

"That was Alex. Claire and Gina have gone to the Cabin with Claire's brother, Brent. You know my brother -- he and the outdoors are not a good fit -- so he asked if he could come and visit us for a few days. I don't have any pending cases and I know you aren't busy, so I told him it would be fine."

"Sure, that's fine. Alex is a good egg." Nat sighed -- actually, he thought his brother could be a pompous, overbearing stuffed shirt, but Andreya adored him anyway, so he made the best of it. At least he wasn't coming tonight -- he needed to relax after a difficult week and it was Game Night tonight. 

A little over two years ago, Nathaniel Stevens put his foot down. His family were turning into a bunch of TV junkies -- or video junkies -- and he thought that at times, their brains were turning to Pablum. He decided that one night a week would be a family night with no TV on and they would spend it together. They usually spent that night playing games, from Monopoly to Pictionary to Trivial Pursuit, the game in which his lawyer-wife Andreya usually kicked all their butts. It had worked out fine, until just recently.

His son, Jacob, had found himself a regular girlfriend and began spending Saturday and Sunday evenings with her, so it had left Nathaniel with his wife and their twin, 19-year old daughters, Cynthia and Patricia, or "Sin" and "Trish".

Sometimes they continued to play games as a foursome, at other times, the girls had dates and that left just Nathaniel and Andreya alone. Andreya had always been good with games and puzzles in her youth, so she began doing those -- Crosswords and Suddoku becoming recent favorites. Nathaniel decided he'd begin to work on art or writing again and also took up the guitar after many years of not playing. The TV ban was only lifted for special occasions or news events, no one seemed to object.

The girls had been dating twins, Winslow and Wallace -- "Win" and "Wally" -- and all had seemed a-okay until about 3 months ago, when the girls had come home in near-hysterical tears. It seemed the two college-age boys had found another set of twins and his girls found out about it by catching the boys and the other set in the act. They were in tears as their father hugged them both close. How could any man with a brain not see how special his darling angels were? "Sin" was bright, articulate and could discuss any subject with knowledge and depth, her father was certain she'd likely be a lawyer some day. "Trish" loved the outdoors, dealing with people, helping others -- she would either work in some recreational field or the Hospitality industry.

It didn't hurt that his girls were tall, long-legged, blonde beauties with dazzling blue eyes and sexy little wiggles to their walk, the polar opposites of his tiny, petite brunette wife. Andy kept to herself and enjoyed her solitude; both his girls were social butterflies with lots of friends.

It broke Nathaniel's heart to see the girls so upset and he didn't mind their cuddling so close while his wife mucked about the house. What was hard to deal with was the fact he was getting incredibly turned on by having these two bundles of sexy, blonde girl-flesh sitting so close and wearing only skimpy blouses, short skirts and high heels. He was getting a hard-on, Nathaniel knew it was wrong, but he was sure it'd be okay and the girls likely wouldn't notice.

Nathaniel was wrong -- it wasn't okay and the girls did notice.

He was unaware that his naughty twins had been playing bi-sexual games for quite some time now. Unaware that the girls sometimes switched boyfriends or that they both wanted to sleep with their father and do all sorts of un-daughterly things with him.

Synthia didn't even give Nathaniel a chance to think. She just swooped in, unzipped his fly and sucked his cock while her twin got naked and rubbed her slim body all over him. The girls didn't give Nathaniel a chance to think, a chance to resist -- they just fucked and sucked and made him their sex-toy right there and then.

That was the beginning of his clandestine affair with the girls. Only the girls, never one without the other, that just wouldn't do. He told them a few times they shouldn't be doing this; the inevitable answer was always raised eyebrows and the response "Why not?"

He tried to reason that their mother would be upset, that incest was wrong, but his ingenious little nymphs just kept drawing him in to their web of perversion and sexuality. Nathaniel was a goner -- a little shot of thong, a high-heeled glimpse of leg and he knew that when their mother was gone on an errand or otherwise distracted, he'd be screwing their gorgeous asses off.

Tonight, the girls had wanted to play cards, Andreya had wanted to work on a large Crossword, so she had retreated to the Living Room while Nathaniel and the girls had gone into the nearby Den. The girls put the stereo on, softly enough they could hear anyone nearby, but loud enough to cover up their card game -- Strip Poker, Trish had suggested naughtily. The girls lost as fast as they could and were now engaged in a frenzied sixty-nine to get their father all revved up for a heated fucking.

"Daddy's girl," came Andreya's voice from the Living Room. Nathaniel and the girls had no idea what she was talking about until they reasoned out she was likely asking for assistance with clues from her Crossword.

"Cumslut," Sin giggled, lifting her face from her sister's dripping snatch. Trish bit her finger to keep from laughing and saw the expression on her father's face.

Nathaniel's face screwed up and then he called out "Annie!" There was a quiet before Andreya's voice yelled out "It fits! Thank you, hon!"

Nathaniel felt Trish's talented hands rubbing all over his chest. No one gave a massage like Trish or knew how to use their hands this well. She had a gentle, deft touch and knew just where to touch him to get him stirring. Her hands were undressing him on top while her twin, now working on his belt buckle, was teasing him down below. These weren't exactly the kind of games he had planned on all those months ago, but they certainly had brought him and the girls much closer together.

Sin was teasing her sister now -- her long tongue was licking all the way up her twin's legs while Trish moved down and took Nathaniel's shaft into her mouth. Trish loved her Daddy's cock -- it was thick and meaty and once he'd gotten over his hang-ups about the right or wrong of their sexing, he proved he knew how to use it and was a damned good fuck. She began bobbing her head up and down on his dick and just enjoyed the fun of it, while her twin began eating her pussy. Trish loved sex with either sexes, but she often expected that other than Daddy, her sister's sexuality was more geared to their own gender. Synthia knew her way around a woman's body, making the girls a bit sad that their Mother wasn't involved in their games -- both twins found their petite brunette Mom adorable.

"You are the best little slut-babes in the world!" Nathaniel groaned as his daughter worked up and down on his shaft. There were times he didn't know which he liked better -- having sex with his daughters or watching them have sex with each other. He'd even given occasional thought to asking them to invite one of their cute girlfriends over -- they knew more than their share of cutie-pies -- and having sex with another girl as well.

"Dick Van Dyke's wife!" came Andreya's voice from the other room. "How the hell am I supposed to know ...?"

"Is it a long answer, hon?" Nathaniel replied, trying to concentrate.

"Yes."

"Try Mary Tyler Moore."

"Thank you, Nathaniel. Oh, that'd make this blank-Lisa Mona Lisa. How dumb of me!" Andreya chortled.

Nathaniel moved into position behind Sin and began to fuck her with smooth, even strokes as she continued to eat Trish's pussy. Unlike her sister, who liked her sex virtually any way she could get it, Sin almost always liked it smooth and tender and gentle. She found that sex was the best way for her to unwind after an insane day at school and if her Mom wasn't home, she would take the opportunity to jump eagerly into bed with her sister or father, or both, should both be home.

Trish was watching with apparent glee as their father fucked her sister's pussy. They had all come so far in such a short time -- Daddy had been so reluctant initially, now he was overjoyed when one of the girls initiated play. He hadn't come quite so far as to approach them yet, but Trish was fairly certain that barrier would be coming down any time soon. 

"Blank ergo sum," Andreya yelled out. Sin had begun taking Philosophy Classes and knew all about Rene Descartes, so she stopped eating pussy long enough to yell out "Cogito!" She added smugly "It's Latin for I think, therefore I am and is a quote from Rene Descartes."

"I have such a smart family, thank you Trish!" Andreya yelled back. Trish responded "That was Sin Mom, good grief, after 21 years, can't you tell us apart yet?" She teased.

Their father knew one way -- Sin had a tiny little mole on her right buttock that Trish did not, as he fucked her from behind on a near-daily basis, he saw it frequently. Trish also had no tan lines, she liked to tan with nothing on, but her slightly-more-vain sibling had a terror of being burned "there" and always covered up.

"Oh God Daddy -- I'm so close, it's too early Daddy -- you still have to fuck Trish, come on sissy, change places -- oh, that's right, you like to ride Daddy -- are you ready, move your ass Daddy -- that's good, everyone ready? Okay, let's fuck!"

"Bossy little thing, isn't she?" Nathaniel said as his blonde daughter rode his cock. Synthia was behind her sister, kissing her neck, sometimes her lips. Synthia's hands were far from idle, she loved touching the slender perfection of her sister's body, knowing there was likely a fair degree of narcissism there, but not really giving a damn.

"Okay, this is a weird one -- planter who created Perry Mason?" Andreya yelled. While his daughter pumped her body up and down on his cock, Nathaniel scrunched up his face, then laughed -- he'd figured it out.

"It's a pun Andreya -- the answer is Erle Stanley Gardner!" Nathaniel called out.

"Oooh, I hate it when they do that, I always have trouble with those!" Andreya groused. That much was true -- humor wasn't a huge part of his wife's makeup, nor her brother's, for that matter. Andy was kind and gentle, but no-nonsense, for the most part. Things like that she considered frivolous and Andreya had precious little time for frivolity. She had a remarkable memory, once Andreya knew something, she knew it -- hence her success in Trivial Pursuit -- but as a lawyer, she often saw things in a very linear way. Nathaniel was the one of them that thought in the abstract.

"Daddy, oh Daddy, I love it when we fuck like this -- and right under Mom's nose, isn't that perverted? It is, isn't it, Sin?"

"It's truly evil, that's what makes it so much fun sis -- oh baby, I think you're cumming -- Daddy, she's cumming, shoot Daddy, let your daughter-sluts have all your fucking cum!"

Shortly after they'd begun fucking, Nathaniel had insisted his girls use proper precautions, because they all loved fucking bareback. He came, filling Trish's snug cunt with his load. When he'd cum, as had she, she rolled off his cock and on to the sofa, where her sister plunged her face deep into her cunt and ate her clean. Nathaniel felt his cock stir and was glad his wife's Crossword was a full pager -- he wanted at least one more round of sex with the girls tonight.

Nathaniel heard the door slam and he assumed his son was home. Jason and Carlie hadn't been getting alone too well as of late -- which was a shame, because Jacob had thought for a while now that Carlie might be "the one". He'd told his parents that Carlie had come from a very puritanical upbringing and as Jacob had said "No way in hell am I marrying someone I might be sexually incompatible with, but she won't let me do anything." His father thought he was being very sensible.

Nathaniel could hear mumblings from the other room, his son and wife were talking and he looked down to see both daughters licking his cock. He doubted his son would be coming in there any time soon, so he just relaxed and got ready for another round of sex with his two lovely girls.

"She wouldn't go for it again tonight, huh?" Andreya asked.

"Nope, Mom."

"Okay, well that's all right. You go upstairs and have a shower and I'll be up to suck that beautiful, big dick of yours and get it all ready to fuck Momma's tight, horny cunt. You know Jacob, your nasty mother always has a place for you to put that cock. Just be careful -- your father and the girls would likely freak out if they ever caught us."

"Okay, Mom." 



Cabin Fever Ch. 03



Cabin Fever - III

Brad and his sister Wendy spent two days at the family cabin to close it for the winter. Normally, their spouses went with them, but Kevin, Wendy's husband and Lisa, Brad's wife, said they had to work.

While at the cabin, Wendy suspected her husband and his sister were having an affair. She decided to get even and seduced her brother. The siblings spent two days having sex and loving every moment of it. When they returned home, they found Kevin and Lisa in bed. Their suspensions confirmed.

****

Lisa body shook and she cried while sitting on the bed naked. Her equally naked brother sat next to her. They attempted to cover their nakedness, but without the sheets or blankets, it was nearly imposable.

"It looks like my husband is having sex with your wife, Brad," Wendy said, doing her best not to laugh.

"I do believe you're right. Um, wouldn't that constitute incest?" Brad said.

"I'm so sorry," Lisa said as she sobbed harder. "I don't know what to say that would make any sense to you, Brad."

Kevin hung his head in shame. Lifting his eyes, he looked at his wife. Wendy stood with her hands on her hips, her head cocked to one side.

Brad kept his composure. He glanced at his sister and said, "Well, Wendy, as I see it there are only two choices."

"I agree, Brad," Wendy said.

Furrowing his brow, Kevin said, "What?" He glanced at Lisa, wishing he could comfort his crying sister.

"The first choice is obvious. You and your sister can leave. Wendy and I will file for divorce on Monday. Then you and Lisa can be together, Kevin," Brad said.

Lisa wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "What is the second choice?" she said meekly.

Brad stepped sideways. He slipped his arm around his sister, flexing his fingers against her side. Wendy looked at her brother, raising her eyebrows. She had no idea what Brad had in mind. They didn't talk about what they would do if they discovered their spouses were in fact having an affair.

"Well, as I see it, the second choice is simple. You and Kevin can move over and make room for Wendy and me," Brad said without any undo inflection in his voice.

Brad glanced at Wendy. She looked a little surprised, but her smile told her brother she agreed with him.

It took a moment for what Brad said to sink in for Lisa and Kevin. When it finally did, Lisa stopped crying and stared at her husband.

"What did you say?" Lisa asked, not sure she had heard correctly.

Brad moved behind Wendy. Reaching down, he gripped the hem of her silky dress. Wendy laughed and raised her arms so her brother could remove the shift.

Tossing the dress aside, Brad said, "I said you and Kevin could make room in the bed for Wendy and me. You may not realize it, Lisa, but you're not the only girl that fucks her brother, not any more. It's up to you two, move over, or leave."

Lisa looked at Kevin. He glanced between his naked sister and his naked wife. Brad removed his clothes and stood next to Wendy.

Wendy moved so she could reach her brother's flaccid cock. She waggled it, feeling it stiffen against her touch. Tugging her brother by his expanding prick, Wendy moved closer to the bed.

Kevin and Lisa watched in awe as their spouses slowly climbed on the bed. Wendy nudged her husband, causing Kevin to move to the far side of the king size bed. She and Brad sat facing Kevin and Lisa.

"Well, have you decided?" Brad asked.

"I don't understand. Do you mean you two aren't pissed at us?" Kevin said.

"We're not pissed because you two are fucking, but we are pissed that you lied to us," Wendy said.

Lisa relaxed a little. She said, "It isn't like we could have told you we planned this weekend. Kevin and I decided to end it this weekend and wanted to spend it together."

"How long have you and Brad been having sex?" Kevin asked.

Wendy was still stroking her brother's cock. She smiled and said, "This weekend was our first time. I fucked Brad when I felt you and Lisa were doing it. So, how long have you been fucking your sister?"

"Since the night of my bachelorette party." Lisa said. "I seduced my little brother when I got home."

"I have a question. Why don't you suck my cock, Lisa? It's clear you don't mind doing it with your brother," Brad said.

"That's my fault, Brad. Lisa and I decided that oral sex would be something special between us. That's why we haven't done it often with you two. Now what?" Kevin said.

Wendy grinned. Rather than tell her husband what she was going to do, she decided to show him. Leaning over, Wendy took Brad's cock in her mouth. She started slowly, bobbing her head up and down on his prick. She used her tongue to rub the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft. While his sister blew him, Brad looked at his wife and brother.

Lisa rose to her knees. She put her arms around Brad's neck and gave him a kiss. Brad pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed his wife while his sister sucked his cock.

"I love you, Brad. I never wanted this to break up our marriage," Lisa said softly. "I love Kevin too, but you're more important to me than sex with my brother."

"If you can handle it, you can have both Kevin and me, Lisa. I love you too, but I don't plan to stop having sex with Wendy," Brad said.

Wendy lifted her head off Brad's cock. She chuckled and said, "Look, I don't care if you two talk while I suck Brad's cock, but I need a prick in my pussy. Kevin, get behind me and fuck me."

Kevin laughed and moved behind his kneeling wife. Wendy returned her mouth to her brother's cock while her husband started fucking her. Each time Kevin drove his prick into her, he pushed Wendy's mouth down on Brad's cock. Lisa watched her sister sucking her husband's dick. When Wendy took it all, Lisa gasped.

"Oh my god, how does she do that? I gag when Kevin hits the back of my throat," Lisa said.

"Honey, Wendy does it great! Maybe she can teach you how to deep throat," Brad said.

Kevin continued to slide his cock in and out of Wendy's pussy. He diddled her clit, sending her into hyperspace. She gobbled her brother's cock, waiting for his semen to shoot down her throat, as she got closer to her climax.

Brad massaged his wife's breasts, tweaking her firm nipples. He put one hand between her legs, fingering her pussy. Lisa moaned and kissed Brad.

Wendy's orgasm slammed through her. Kevin shoved his prick deep in his wife's pussy, feeling it convulse around his throbbing cock. Wendy groaned while Brad's cock was in her throat. He moaned into Lisa's mouth and began to ejaculate. Wendy felt Brad's semen shooting down her throat. She backed off so she could capture his cum and taste it. Brad's cock stopped shooting into his sister's mouth. She pulled off and smiled with her mouth closed.

Lisa and Brad watched Wendy play with the semen in her mouth. She pushed it out between her lips and then sucked it back in. Wendy opened her mouth, displaying the pool of thick fluid on her tongue. She closed her mouth, smiled, and swallowed.

"Yum, that was tasty," Wendy said.

"It looked like you enjoyed it," Lisa said.

Wendy grinned and nodded her head. She moved closer to Lisa, grabbed the back of her head and pressed her mouth to her surprised sister's lips. Wendy kissed Lisa hard, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Lisa relaxed, returning the hot kiss. She could taste her husband's semen on Wendy's tongue and moaned. Wendy removed her mouth and gave Lisa a peck on the nose.

"Your brother filled my pussy with cum," Wendy said with a grin. "Do you want it?"

Lisa looked at Wendy and then at Brad. Brad smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"I've fantasized about doing it with another woman," Lisa said softly.

"Today is a day for fantasies to come true," Wendy whispered.

Wendy and Lisa moved around until Lisa stretched out on her back. Wendy straddled her sister's head while facing Lisa's feet. Slowly, she lowered her leaking pussy to Lisa's mouth. Extending her tongue, Lisa tested Wendy's pussy. The combined taste of her brother's cum and Wendy's pussy juice was intoxicating. Lisa grabbed Wendy's hips, pulling her crotch to her open mouth. 

Wendy let out a moan as Lisa probed her pussy with her tongue. Lisa swallowed Kevin's semen and the flowing juices draining into her throat. With her eyes half closed, Wendy moved her pussy on Lisa's face. After several moments, Wendy took a deep breath. She stared at Lisa's spread legs and the pink folds of her pussy.

"This has been a fantasy of mine too," Wendy said as she leaned forward to lick Lisa's crotch.

"Damn, that's hotter than anything I've ever seen," Kevin said.

"No shit, I could watch them all day," Brad replied.

Lisa and Wendy continued to lick and suck each other's pussies. Brad and Kevin started rubbing the two women, not caring who or where they touched. The women kept at it until they were both sated from multiple orgasms.

Brad and Kevin kissed their wives when they finally separated. The married couples hugged and cuddled while sitting on the bed.

"I guess things are going to be different now," Wendy said.

"Yes, better too as far as I'm concerned," Lisa said. "Now all of us can enjoy each other."

Brad hugged Lisa and said, "I knew you weren't virgin when we married, but I didn't know it was your brother that got your cheery."

Laughing, Lisa said, "My hair brush got my cheery, but Kevin was the first cock in my pussy."

"What! You never told me you were virgin," Kevin said.

"So were you if you remember," Lisa retorted.

The couples decided to get something to drink. They sat in the living room, sipping rum and cola, while sharing some of their early experiences. It seemed that the incestuous relationships pulled all of them closer together.

"I want to do what Wendy did, get it from both of you," Lisa said. "That looked like fun."

"Works for me, baby. Just give me a little while to recover," Brad said.

After an hour, the group went back to the bedroom. Lisa knelt on all fours, waiting for her brother and husband to decide who was going to put their cock in her mouth and who was going to fuck her pussy. Wendy whispered in her brother's ear and he nodded.

Brad knelt behind his wife. When Kevin saw what his brother had in mind, he presented his cock to Lisa's mouth. Wendy knelt next to Kevin, putting her arm around him. She gripped her husband's cock, rubbing it against Lisa's face. When Lisa opened her mouth, Wendy feed Kevin's cock into his sister.

Rubbing his cock in her groove, Brad felt the heat from his wife's pussy. He glanced at Wendy, smiling when she winked. Brad used his fingers to probe Lisa's wet pussy. She moaned around Kevin's cock while her husband fingered her. Brad began pulling Lisa's juices up to her anus. She flinched when his fingers circled her tight puckered asshole.

Brad managed to work one finger into his wife's rectum. Lisa groaned, but kept her mouth on Kevin's cock. When Brad pushed his prick into her, Lisa gagged on her brother's cock.

"Just relax, Lisa. When you feel like gagging, swallow," Wendy said. "Kevin, don't try to shove your cock down Lisa's throat. Let her take it slow."

Brad began to move his cock in Lisa's pussy. He watched his sister coach his wife in the art of deep throating a cock. While he fucked her pussy with his prick, he slid his finger in and out of Lisa's ass.

Lisa removed her mouth from Kevin's cock. She looked back at her husband and let out a groan as he added a second finger to her rectum. "He's fingering my ass," Lisa said to Wendy.

"I know he is. Isn't it great? Just wait until he puts his cock in your asshole, you're going to go nuts," Wendy said.

"What? He's going to fuck my ass?" Lisa said, her eyes opening wide.

"Yeah, he sure is. The way I see it is he deserves to get your virgin ass. Kevin got your pussy," Wendy said.

Lisa groaned again. She returned her mouth to Kevin's cock and began taking it as deep as she could. Wendy made her husband hold still so Lisa could take her time. She continued to whisper to Lisa, telling her to relax her throat and fight the gag reflex.

Brad pulled his cock out of Lisa's pussy. He circled her body with his arm and flicked his fingers against her clit while placing his cock at the entrance of Lisa's bowels. Lisa groaned and gagged as her husband penetrated her ass and her brother's cock pushed into her throat. Brad pushed with a steady pressure against his wife's anus. Wendy rubbed Lisa's breasts and helped her relax. 

Lisa growled around her brother's cock as Brad's cock went deeper into her rectum. Brad kept his fingers moving on her clit, dipping them into her pussy occasionally. With his cock buried in her ass, Brad stopped moving so Lisa could get used to the feeling.

Moving her head forward, Lisa felt her brother's cock slip into her throat. She gagged, but it wasn't bad enough to make her back off. Lisa bobbed her head, letting Kevin's cock enter her throat several times. Brad started to move behind her, sliding his prick in and out of her ass. Lisa felt dazed by the dual sensation. She stopped any resistance and let her husband and brother do what they wanted to do. 

"Don't you love having a cock up your ass, Lisa?" Wendy said. "I know I loved it when Brad took my virgin asshole. He fucked my ass on the raft at the cabin."

Lisa could hear her sister, but she didn't understand what she was saying. The feeling of the two cocks consumed her. As Lisa's first orgasm ripped through her she tried to scream, but couldn't. Wendy watched Lisa's face contort in pleasure and smiled. She rolled onto her back, slid under Lisa and flicked her tongue against her clit. Lisa's body convulsed as she came again.

Kevin shot his cum into his sister's throat. She didn't have to swallow as the thick semen went directly to her stomach. The swelling of her brother's cock caused her to gag and back off.

"Oh my fucking god, fuck my asshole, Brad!" Lisa yelled as she threw her head from side to side.

Kevin crawled between Wendy's legs and licked her pussy while she flicked her tongue against Lisa's clit. Brad announced his climax. Holding Lisa's hips, he shoved his cock deeper into her ass, his body slapping against her butt cheeks. Lisa groaned as her husband's cock shot several spurts of cum into her bowels.

Brad sat back, pulling his flaccid cock out of his wife's gripping rectum. Lisa, overcome with the intensity of everything she had experienced, rolled onto her side and pulled her knees to her chest. Wendy came from the oral attention Kevin gave her.

"That was, fuck, I don't know what it was," Kevin said.

"It was marvelous," Lisa said as she recovered. "Thanks for teaching me how to deep throat, Wendy."

"No problem. I'm sure Brad and Kevin will enjoy your new talent," Wendy said. "Now, I need to take my brother to the shower. His cock needs a good washing."

"I'd do it, Honey, but I don't think I can stand up yet," Lisa said with a grin.

Brad and Wendy went to the bathroom. In the shower, they washed one another. Brad rubbed his soapy hand between his sister's legs and chuckled.

"What do you think Kevin would say if you shaved your pussy?" Brad asked.

Wendy grinned and said, "Why don't we find out? Will you do it for me?"

Brad nodded. He picked up the shaving gel, shot some into the palm of his hand, and used his fingers to rub the gel on her pubic hair. Wendy put one leg on the edge of the tub so her brother could shave her. When he finished, Wendy ran her fingers over her hairless mons. She smiled and then gave her brother a kiss.

"Mmmm, my pussy is so smooth. I love it," Wendy said.

Brad leaned close so he could lick Wendy's pussy. "I like it too."

Wendy picked up the razor and gel. "Your turn, baby. I don't like getting pubes in my mouth when I suck your cock. And I plan to suck it a lot!"

Brad let his sister shave his cock and balls. They got out of the shower and Wendy used scissors to trim the hair above his cock. She sucked his prick for a moment and moaned. "That's better, Brad." 

Wendy and Brad finished in the bathroom. They went back to the bedroom and joined Lisa and Kevin on the bed.

"Like my hairless pussy and Brad's hairless cock?" Wendy said.

Kevin rubbed Wendy's crotch and nodded. "Yeah I do, it's hot!"

Lisa touched her sister's crotch and then her husband's balls. She giggled and told Kevin to follow her to the bathroom. "I'm going to shave ours too!"

In the shower, Lisa and Kevin took turns shaving one another. When she finished, with her brother, Lisa took his cock between her lips. She toyed with him with her tongue, causing his prick to grow. Once it was nearly full size, Lisa practiced taking him into her throat. She controlled the gagging and took his entire cock into her mouth and throat. Moaning around his shaft, Lisa rubbed her nose in Kevin's pubic hair.

"You're going to become an expert cock sucker, Lisa," Kevin said after she removed her mouth.

"I'm sure you and Brad won't mind. I have a lot of making up to do with my hubby. He deserves to have his cock sucked anytime he wants it," Lisa said.

"I know. I thought we were in real trouble when they caught us," Kevin said.

"No shit! I'm glad things are working out like they seem to be." Lisa gave her brother a kiss. "This means we don't have to stop fucking you know."

"It means we can be honest about it. To me, that's more important," Kevin said.

"True," Lisa replied.

Brad and Wendy were in the kitchen when Lisa and Kevin finished in the bathroom. Wendy made a pot of coffee for them. The four sat at the table, drinking coffee and thinking about the events that transpired.

"Kevin, do you have clothes here?" Brad asked.

"Yes I do, why?" Kevin asked, his voice showing his concern.

"We're leaving for the cabin in the morning," Brad replied.

"I thought you closed it for the winter," Lisa said.

Wendy shook her head. "No, we decided to keep it open so we could use it this winter."

"What about work? When are we coming back?" Lisa asked.

"We'll call in," Brad said. "It'll be fun to spend a few days together now that we're all fucking each other. We can have an orgy in front of the fireplace."

Lisa got up and said, "I'm going to pack, but I don't think I'll need too much in the way of clothing."

"Would one of you get my suitcase from the trunk of Brad's car? If I do a load of laundry, I'll have clean clothes too," Wendy said.

Laughing, Brad got up and grabbed his keys. He went to the car, retrieving his and his sister's suitcases. When he returned, Wendy and Kevin shook their heads.

"Um, do you always run around outside when you're naked?" Wendy said.

"What the hell, its two o'clock in the morning. No one's up," Brad said.

Wendy and Lisa took care of the clothes. While they were in the basement, they talked about the things to come.

"What are we going to do now that we all are fucking each other?" Lisa asked.

"For one thing, you and Kevin won't have to sneak around anymore. I don't know how things are going to work out, but I plan to have a blast from now on," Wendy said. She moved close to Lisa and cupped her pussy. "I liked what you and I did tonight."

"Have you ever done anything with a girl before?" Lisa asked.

Wendy shook her head. "That was my first time. How about you, have you done it before?"

"No, but I've been thinking about it for a while. Now that I've tried it, I want to do it again. I think the boys liked watching us," Lisa said.

The girls finished the laundry. They took the clean things upstairs so they could pack. Once the suitcases were ready, the four of them went to sleep in the same bed. Brad wrapped his arms around his wife. She snuggled against him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. As much as she loved her brother, she loved Brad more.




Cabin Fever Ch. 03



Kevin and Wendy kissed tenderly before drifting asleep. She spooned against her husband's back, her hand resting on his flaccid cock.

****

Lisa was the first one to wake up. She glanced at the clock, groaning when she saw it was only six o'clock. As hard as she tried, she was unable to fall back asleep. Lisa smiled as she gazed at her husband's cock. She lifted it from Brad's thigh, feeling the warmth. When he began to grow, Lisa slid down so she could take him in her mouth.

Brad's cock became fully erect in Lisa's mouth. She heard him moan as she moved her tongue against his prick. Lisa noted the size of her husband's cock. She knew it was larger than her brother's was, but she didn't realize how much larger until she tried to take it into her throat.

"You can do it," Lisa heard Wendy say. "Just remember to relax your throat and swallow. It is so sexy watching you blow my brother."

Lisa nodded as she pushed her mouth over Brad's cock. He moaned and looked down to see his prick disappear into his wife's mouth. It only took a few minutes for Lisa to bring Brad to the breaking point. He announced his climax and shot his semen into his wife's sucking mouth.

"Don't swallow his cum, I want to taste it too," Wendy said.

"How about my cum, you can have mine," Kevin said.

"I will, I want to snowball with Lisa though," Wendy said as she moved so she was on her back.

Lisa collected Brad's semen in her mouth. When he finished ejaculating, Lisa held his cum in her mouth. Wendy could see her sister didn't understand what she wanted so she told Lisa to put her head above hers. Wendy told Lisa to open her mouth. Brad's cum drooled out, dropping into Wendy's mouth. Once Lisa's mouth was empty, Wendy pulled her down for a kiss. The two girls swapped Brad's semen back and forth before they each swallowed some of it.

"Okay, baby, it's your turn," Wendy said to her husband.

Kevin watched his wife suck his cock until he came. Wendy and Lisa shared a second load of cum before they all got up.

Brad and Lisa took their shower while Wendy made coffee. When Brand and his wife walked into the kitchen, Wendy and Kevin took their shower.

Everyone dressed. The girls wore short skirts sans panties and bras. Brad and Kevin wore sweatpants to give the women easy access. Deciding to stop for breakfast on the way to the cabin, they left.

The car felt charged with sexual energy. Kevin and Wendy sat in the backseat, fondling each other while Brad drove. Lisa sat next to her husband, her skirt high on her legs. She rubbed Brad's cock through his sweatpants and then slipped her hand into the elastic waistband.

After stopping for a quick breakfast, they drove to the cabin. Kevin took the wheel and his sister sat up front with him. In the backseat, Brad and Wendy fooled around. Lisa noticed Wendy had Brad's cock out and she was playing with it.

"Can't you two wait until we get to the cabin?" Lisa asked with a giggle.

Wendy hiked up her skirt. Straddling her brother's legs, she inserted his cock in her pussy. She leaned forward, gripping the back of the front seat while she wiggled down on Brad's prick.

"Look who's talking, you're playing with my husband's cock," Wendy said.

"Yeah, but I'm not fucking him," Lisa said with a giggle. "I guess I'll have to give Kevin a blowjob while he drives."

Wendy rode Brad's cock and watched Lisa sucking Kevin. They glanced at each other, and laughed. Kevin passed a semi truck and the driver blew his air horn when he saw what was going on. Wendy lifted her top, flashing the trucker as they drove by.

At the cabin, Brad and Kevin took the bags inside. Lisa and Wendy put things away and then went shopping for food. When they returned, the four of them went swimming. They started in their suits, but quickly shed them. Frolicking in the water, they paid no attention to who was touching whom.

After swimming, they sat in the sun. Lisa sat between Kevin and Brad, stroking both of their cocks. Wendy watched for a few minutes and then she began playing with Lisa's pussy. They decided to go to the cabin and have a little fun before lunch.

Brad and Lisa went to one of the bedrooms while Kevin and Wendy used another. The married couples made love for an hour before gathering in the living room. Lisa and Wendy made sandwiches for lunch and Brad mixed drinks.

"I'm glad we decided to do this," Lisa said. "Brad, Wendy, I'm sorry for being deceitful. I promise it will never happen again."

"Nothing we can do about the past, baby. The question is, what about the future. How does everyone feel about what's happened between us?" Brad said.

"I want things to remain like they are. I want to live with you, but have sex with Kevin too. I hope you and Wendy feel the same way," Lisa said.

Wendy laughed and said, "Incest is best! I want the same thing you do Lisa."

"Are you sure we can handle this? Can we all get along without someone getting jealous?" Kevin said.

"I guess we won't know until we try," Brad said.

"It's kind of funny, but I don't feel the least bit jealous when I see you and Wendy together," Lisa said. "In fact, it turns me on."

"Watching you and my sister turns me on," Kevin said, smiling at his wife. Everyone laughed at that.

Brad refilled the drinks. He sat next to Lisa, putting his arm over her shoulders. Lisa leaned against her husband, pulling his hand to her breast. She chuckled, thinking about the times she had admonished him for touching her in front of others. Brad ran his fingertip over Lisa's nipple, causing it to stiffen.

"I think we should all agree on a few things," Brad said. "First of all, I don't think we should go out with our sibling unless we tell our spouse first. Also, we have to be very careful no one finds out."

Lisa, Wendy, and Kevin all nodded in agreement.

"How about getting together like we did yesterday? I loved that," Wendy said.

"Me too! I hope we can do that often," Lisa said. "If I had my way, we'd all live together."

"You know, Sis, that isn't such a bad Idea. We could add a large room on one of the houses and use it as a common bedroom. We would also have our own rooms," Kevin said.

"You have the larger house and yard, Kevin. Lisa and I could sell our house to get the money for the addition," Brad said.

After discussing it, they all agreed to give it serious thought. They decided to wait and see how things worked out.

Later that afternoon, Brad and Kevin went outside to start the grill. Lisa and Wendy made a salad while the men cooked steaks. They drank two bottles of wine with dinner and then changed to hard liquor. Brad built a fire in the fireplace when the sun went down.

"We need a mattress for the floor," Wendy said.

Brad and Kevin went to the bedrooms. They brought out two mattresses, placing them on the floor close to the fireplace. Wendy and Lisa covered the mattresses with sheets before everyone sat on them.

Kevin asked his brother to give him a hand bringing in more split wood for the fireplace. While the men were outside, Lisa and Wendy talked for a moment.

"I don't know about you, but this is a little uncomfortable for me. I don't know what you want to do. Or should I say who you want to do," Lisa said.

"Oh I think you know. I want to fuck my brother," Wendy said. "Hell, I can fuck my hubby anytime I want to."

Lisa laughed and said, "Cool, that's what I hoped you'd say."

Brad and Kevin came in with the wood. Kevin added a couple logs to the fire and put the rest in the holder on the hearth. Brad added the wood he brought to the holder and they sat down. Lisa moved close to her brother and Wendy moved next to hers. They talked for a few minutes before Wendy got things started.

Wendy began kissing Brad. She fondled his cock, stroking it gently. Brad moved his hand to her breast and massaged it. Lisa stretched out on her belly. She rested her head on her brother's leg and flicked at his cock with her tongue.

Things began to heat up. Wendy and Brad stretched out so they could be closer to one another. When Wendy began sucking her brother's cock, he reached for her pussy. Brad rubbed Wendy's pussy, feeling it become wet. He glanced at his wife and watched her bobbing her head on Kevin's prick. Brad started to grin as a thought entered his head.

Nudging Kevin, Brad winked. Kevin furrowed his brow and then shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, Lisa, why don't you and Wendy put on a little show for Kevin and me?" Brad said.

"Sure, if Wendy wants to," Lisa replied.

Wendy nodded. The two girls began kissing and feeling each other's breasts. They lie on the mattresses with their heads between one another's legs. Lisa stretched out on her back and Wendy hovered above her. Brad and Kevin watched them licking each other's pussies and grinned.

Brad pointed at Lisa's crotch and told Kevin to fuck his sister. Brad knelt behind Wendy, rubbing his hard cock in the furrow of her pussy. Wendy moaned into Lisa's pussy when her brother pushed his cock into her. Kevin put a pillow under his sister's ass so he could get his dick in her.

The two girls kept licking each other while their brothers fucked them. Brad pulled his cock out of Wendy and offered it to Lisa. She opened her mouth, moaning around his coated prick. Kevin saw what his brother was doing and did the same to Wendy.

Brad and Kevin switched between their sister's pussies and their wives mouths. Wendy and Lisa accepted their cocks, greedily sucking them when offered. When Brad had his cock in Wendy, Lisa licked his balls and her sister's pussy. Wendy pressed her tongue against Lisa's clit and her husband's cock when Kevin was fucking his sister.

"When you cum, shoot it on her snatch, not in it," Brad said. "I want to watch these two clean each other's twats."

"Can do, but I plan on fucking Lisa for a while before I come," Kevin said.

The four of them kept up the sexy rutting. Brad and Kevin held out as long as they could, but after twenty minutes of sucking and fucking, they were close. Kevin announced his climax first. He fisted his cock, shooting his semen against his sister's pink pussy. He used his dick to smear the thick cum around while Wendy lapped at it.

"Oh yeah, here it comes!" Brad said as he began to spurt his cum against his sister's pussy.

Brad's semen dripped down into Lisa's open mouth. He wiped his dick on Wendy's pussy and then put it in Lisa's mouth. She used her tongue to gather as much of the thick fluid as she could. Brad moved back and Lisa licked Wendy's crotch. The two girls moaned and used their mouths to finish each other off. Brad and Kevin urged them on, telling their wives how sexy it was to watch them.

The two couples rested for a little while. Kevin made fresh drinks, passing them out to the rest of the group. For the rest of the night, they stayed in front of the fire enjoying each other. Lisa and Kevin fucked while Brad and Wendy did the same thing next to them. At one point, the girls rode their brother's cocks and played with each other's breasts.

Brad woke up to find his sister and wife sucking his cock. They moved their mouths up and down his shaft, taking turns putting it in their mouths. Wendy took him deep, feeling Brad come in her mouth. With Brad spent, the two girls turned their attention to Kevin, repeating the act.

****

Lisa, Brad, Wendy, and Kevin spent the next two days having sex with each other. No one kept score, but the siblings got together more often than the spouses did. When it was time to go, the four closed up the cabin and made plans to return as soon as they could.

The ride home was solemn. Each of them lost in their own thoughts. Wendy thought about her brother and the wonderful sex she planned to have with him in the future. Brad thought about his wife as well as his sister, smiling when he remembered the differences between their pussies and mouths.

Kevin's thoughts were joyful. Not only would he and his sister continue their relationship, they would do it with their spouses' blessing. Lisa couldn't wait to get home and get her husband's cock in her mouth. She denied him oral sex for too long and looked forward to making it up to him.

"We'll see you later," Brad said to Wendy and Kevin. They sat in Kevin's truck, ready to go home.

Once they left, Brad and Lisa went inside. They put away what they needed to before heading to the bedroom. While they fucked, Brad gave his wife a tender kiss.

"I love you, Lisa," Brad said.

"I love you too. We have to have a strong love to be able to do the things we're planning," Lisa said. "I can't wait until we can go back to the cabin. There's something about that place that makes me want to have sex all the time."

Brad shoved his cock deep in his wife's pussy. "Hmmm, maybe we should move there," Brad said.

Lisa wrapped her legs around Brad and pulled him into her. "I don't think that'll be necessary, baby. I have a feeling we'll do just fine here."

Brad began to move. He slid his rigid cock in and out of his wife's pussy, feeling the heat. After a few moments, he buried his cock in her and then kissed her lips. "What do you think about the idea of sharing a house with Kevin and Wendy?"

Lisa wiggled and smiled. "I don't know, it sounds good to me, but maybe we should think about it for awhile. Right now I want you to make love to me."

****

Kevin and Wendy lie cuddled together in their bed. He stroked her hair and kissed her. Wendy moved her hand between their bodies and stroked her husband's hard dick.

"I'm sorry for what I've done, baby," Kevin said. "It was going to be Lisa's and my last time together. Lisa couldn't handle the guilt and frankly, neither could I. Please forgive me."

Wendy rolled onto her stomach and then rose up so she could look down at her husband. She gave him a tender kiss. "Honey, this may sound wrong, but I'm happy you and your sister were, I mean, are, having sex. I fucked my brother to get back at you two, but after we did it, I found I loved it."

"Does that mean you want to keep doing it?" Kevin asked.

"It means I'm going to keep doing it. At least as long as Brad wants to. I love you with all my heart, but we can't put the genie back in the bottle. What's done is done and there's no way to make it go away. Besides, I know damn well you still want to fuck your sister."

"No more than I want to fuck you, Wendy."

"If that's true, roll me over and shove your cock in my pussy! I need fucked right now. I need to be fucked by you!"

Kevin did what his wife asked. They came together and he began slamming into her. After a few moments, Kevin slowed and began making love to his wife. Wendy wrapped her arms around her husband and enjoyed the tenderness.

Sated, Kevin and Wendy fell asleep in each other's arms.

To be continued.



Cabin Fever Ch. 03



At that a message appeared across the screen informing her that she would be charged for any continuing use and must press the 'Yes' button to accept or 'No' to cancel.

"Well what do you want? Yes or No?" Kay smiled weighing the remote control in her hand.

Kay's heart was pounding and her stomach fluttering. She didn't know what to choose she was sure she'd be caught out and that it would get back to college and then her parents.

"I don't know… er … I'm just not sure."

Pam sighed with mild impatience.

"Look would you LIKE to see it or not."

"I just …. What happens if somebody finds out?" Kay was so scared of the consequences. Pam could see the real fear in her eyes.

"I'll sort it out if you. Just you listen."

Pam phoned the hotel reception and made it absolutely clear that she wanted to be billed separately for the movie and 'extra' channel services assigned to the room and had her credit card number cleared. Kay was so impressed by Pam's independence and maturity.

"There you go,  all sorted." She pressed the 'Yes' button and the movie resumed. "Now let's just enjoy."

She lay back on the bed and Kay lay on her own. They hadn't even unpacked their bags but were watching porn, how decadent. Kay found it so deliciously naughty. Pam leaned over to her.

"Relax, take your jeans off. Nobody's going to come in."

After a few seconds indecision, Kay removed her boots and jeans. The two of them were a picture. Both dressed in jumper and panties as they lay stretched out on the brown fur like material. Kay felt so sexy as she ran her hand through the synthetic pile.

Pam would make comments as the couple moved into various positions or when she saw his erect cock. They laughed but Kay also found herself enjoying the experience. The man helped the woman place her legs on his shoulders and Kay could see his long erect penis slide in and out, accompanied by her chorus of low moans, high sighs and awful lounge music. She found herself getting aroused. The movie continued with its thin storyline and amateurish acting to new scenarios with different people. 

"Don't you feel horny?" Pam asked lazily brushing her hardening nipples through the pink wool. Kay nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes. Of course." She felt free to open up to Pam. "I'm as hot as hell."

"Good I'm glad." Pam smiled and returned to the movie. "You need to enjoy yourself."

As they watched Kay moved her legs to get comfortable but was acutely aware that this might be taken as masturbating. She tried to resist the temptation to move but that made it all the more desperate in her head. As she moved her legs rubbed together, inevitably sending tremors through her saturated cunt. Pam didn't seem to pay much attention, except to give a fleeting look, comment or smile. Kay decided just to let nature take its course. 

As the movie reached a climax with more naked and aroused people involved, Kay couldn't help squeezing herself to orgasm. She tried to keep the climactic shuddering secret but was let down by an escaping cry. Her mouth was open, back arched and eyes closed. As they opened she could see Pam looking at her. Kay's expression betrayed an apologetic smile. Pam smiled in sympathy and patted Kay's hand.

"That was immense. Good for you."  She added. "Where Donny and Matt in there with you?"

Kay was embarrassed at first but realised there was no need, as Pam rolled on her back and slid her hand into the front of her white panties. Her eyes opened and closed as she half watched the movie and worked vigorously between her thighs. Kay huddled on the bed and watched with her head on the pillow, a warm glow pervading her body. 

Pam's  knees were bent as she slowly worked away between her thighs, occasionally stopping to reposition her fingers inside herself. She looked to the TV as did Kay when something particularly interesting happened; like a cock head being swallowed or inserted. Her orgasm came quickly and was less restrained than Kay's own. 

Pam turned to face Kay and they each smiled at the other, in a warm glow. No shame, no embarrassment just a luscious feeling of pleasure.

Shortly after, badly modulated music signalled the end of the movie, to find them both asleep. 

++++++++

When Pam awoke Kay was using the hair drier. She had a large white bath towel wrapped around her and a smaller one in her left hand. 

"Ahhh! You're awake, sleepy head." 

Pam stretched her limbs, yawned and shook her tousled hair. Still in her pink fluffy jumper and white panties. 

"I need my sleep honey, because tonight we party." She sat up in the bed. " Are you up for it, girl?"

"Well I'll certainly come out but I must be back early. I have the trial first thing."

"Oh yes sorry I forgot." She held her hands in the air. "Don't worry I understand."

++++++++

Kay heard the door click open. In a vain attempt to be quiet Pam placed a finger over her lips and hissed loudly. If Kay hadn't been pretending to sleep, she would have been sat up in shock at the noise, they made. Pam crept in leading a fellow trialist by the arm. In the low light it was difficult to see his face, though he was tall and slim and dark haired, which fitted the description of about half of all the trialists. Kay wondered how police ever captured a criminal with such loose descriptions of people. 

They moved to the settee where they whispered, not too quietly, to each other. Evidently the guys name was Dek. Kay had seen him earlier and he was athletic and self-assured from Dennison college. 

Kay lay awake all night desperately horny following the TV porn. Due to the trial in the morning she had only stayed out for a short while and the party had hardly got going, when she left. She had promised not to get in Pam's way if she brought a guy back to their room. The very thought of her returning with a guy had made her wet with anticipation.

Kay at first attempted to keep her eyes closed but as the sound of zippers and rustling of clothes filled the room she couldn't help but open them. She found it hard to control her heavy breathing, just knowing they were in the room. She pulled the duvet up to cover her mouth. She strained to see through the tinted mirrors, what was happening behind her. She could hear the obvious sounds of kissing and flesh sliding over flesh. A groan or sharp expulsion of air, like the hiss from an air brake, would be emitted from either one or both. After a few minutes of what felt like torture for Kay, they whispered and she saw Dek stand up. He was in a pair of what looked like white figure hugging Calvin Klein underpants and nothing else. 

As he stood she saw his silhouette change shape as his large penis was released and his pants removed. It was protruding horizontally. She then saw it joined and consumed by the shape of Pam's head. The silhouette breathed in and out but was occasionally illuminated by a light from outside. Kay could hear the slippery, slurping and slobbering as Pam knelt and devoured Dek. Kay was wet and couldn't stop herself, sliding her ever more experienced fingers into her hot pleasure zone. The sounds continued with deep whispers barely able to be called the name. 

Clearly they were engrossed by their activities, untroubled about being disturbed. Kay rapidly brought herself to an intense pleasurable precipice, accompanied by Dek's tender pleadings and Pam's muffled encouragement. Finally a flash of light captured Dek with his hands on Pam's head thrusting his slim muscular, hairless thighs and hips at her face, and fully occupied mouth. His buttocks clenched in slow rhythm with her vocalisation. His face turned to the ceiling. Kay's fingers accompanied the rhythm, she now lay on her back. Her fist rammed the bed sheet into her mouth, to stop herself from crying out. The pleasure was unimaginable. Over her own shallow breathing she heard Dek releasing his cum and Pam accepting it hungrily. Seconds later she heard Pam retching and spitting.

After a while there was more whispering, which lasted a long time. It appeared to be a disagreement as Pam distinctly said, "we can't" and "I don't know if I do", several times. Eventually after Pam must have submitted they got on top of Pam's bed. Kay lay still petrified in case they had noticed she was awake. She kept her eyes closed and tried to keep her shallow breathing steady, with great difficulty. Kay couldn't see but could hear them positioning themselves. They were on top of the duvet and from what she could hear Dek was moving about on the bed. Then she heard a distinct lapping sound, like a cat drinking milk from a bowl, as Pam issued suppressed moans. Kay opened her eyes to see Pam head on pillow, naked, her large breasts pointing to the ceiling. Her knees were bent as Dek knelt, his head between her legs, from were the noise was issuing.

This continued for several minutes until Kay steathily rolled onto her left side, so she could watch first hand. At that moment, to her horror she noticed Dek had looked up and spotted her movement. She clamped her eyes shut and remained still for several minutes listening to the copulating congress.. They whispered.

She then heard him say. "No this way…"

She heard movement and could not resist sneaking a peek.

Pam had her head face down, in the pillow with her arse in the air. Dek was erect again and it was huge, the biggest Kay had ever seen, from her limited experience. He was knelt behind Pam with it lolling in his hand. She was barely able to stop herself cumming, her hand was still between her legs. He spoke but directed it at Kay.

"Here it is baby, just for you."

She couldn't help herself as she watched him position it at the entrance and push into Pam. Once it had been fully inserted and coated he began sliding it back and forth in full view, crying "Oh baby's". It was like a piston drive with ever more vigorous movements, as Pam moaned into her pillow. Kay was mesmerised, so much so in fact that her eyes were wide open. Only after several minutes when she looked up from his penis, did she notice he was staring straight at her. 

"Oh yes baby! Just for you!" His arrogant stare as he thrust into Pam, embarrassed Kay but she didn't know what to do, so did nothing but watch. He'd caught her with her eyes open, perhaps he might think that's how she sleeps, she thought. After several minutes of his thrusting and vile comments, she heard Pam cum for what seemed like the tenth time, he brought his large penis out, deliberately to cum in full view of Kay, over Pam's back and buttocks. This tipped Kay over the edge as she fell into a valley of unbelievable pleasure and delight. She was so wet she thought she'd pissed herself.

After a several minutes of laying quietly. Pam got Dek to get dressed and leave. Kay could hear Dek clearly giving his opinion on the "blow job" and fuck, the best he'd ever had, and that he could "do it all night" if she wanted. She knew it was all for her benefit but detected his arrogance, not a quality she admired, as she passed into blissful slumber.


Thursday 
+++++++

In the morning Kay awoke early, showered and left Pam sound asleep. The arrangement was that only the trial participants needed to attend the college. Following a surprisingly good performance, following the late night excitement,  Kay was picked for the county team and issued with her county badges and bathers. The badges needed to be sewn onto the bathers. She had concentrated on work, trying not to be distracted by last night's performance, but had found this difficult as the experience was astonishingly erotic.

When Kay had changed and dressed the trialist's had a coach tour of the County capital before leaving, just after lunch time. Kay and Pam once again sat together but this time had a fair bit of attention, as might be expected, from Dek. Kay even found him checking her out. Eventually, tired of his company, Pam got rid of him without even exchanging phone numbers. 

"Not my type, too arrogant." Pam said. "He looked better in the dark."

Kay was shocked by her couldn't care-less attitude. 

"He was your type last night." She said indignantly.

"So you weren't asleep then." Pam replied, Kay blushed. 

"Sorry." Kay apologised

"Don't worry I won't tell." Pam seemed down. "To be honest that, on the bed, wasn't supposed to happen."

"But … but you seemed to be enjoying it." 

"I know but I was carried away with the moment. His personality wasn't great but he was handsome. I didn't appreciate he was such an asshole at the time. It may have been the drink. Anyway I really shouldn't have let it get as far as it did. I should have taken the advice I was meting out to you yesterday." Kay thought Pam looked rather sad. "To be honest, despite the impression I may have given you, I don't sleep around." 

"So we're not that dissimilar?" Kay looked sceptically at Pam.

"Maybe not. Who knows." 

"It wasn't your first time though?" 

"No …. but there haven't been as many as I may have implied."

"What made you go for it?" Kay considered her own position and what her drivers might be.

"Come on? If you'd seen his cock, I defy anybody not to be curious."

Kay looked around but nobody had heard. The coach approached Kay had seen it. In full action and yes she was curious and aroused but thought that was just her own repressed sexuality.

 "I see." She said absently.

The coach approached Hawley College. They exchanged numbers and both invited the other to visit during the holidays. Pam said she couldn't wait to meet the boys, which left Kay feeling a twinge of jealousy, but they hugged and Pam left with the other members of her college. Before she left she said.

"Don't forget the kissing." She smiled at Kay. "Perhaps I should have done more last night. I'd have been able to tell. They seem like real nice boys." 

Once off the coach Dek blew Pam exaggerated kisses. The coach pulled away with Pam giving Dek 'the finger' with one hand and waving to Kay with the other. Kay could see Dek and some of the guys talking in whispers then laughing loudly. She knew it was about Pam and was angered at how cheaply Dek was treating her. 

When he came over to talk, she blanked him until he left her alone. Before leaving her he took a sideswipe, intimating that she may have been a lesbian. Kay smiled at this, as nothing could have been further from the truth. His group were next off the coach, for which she was glad. It made Kay think how easily and cheaply guys could use you once, they'd had their way. Donny and Matt were different, they were friends but they were all getting closer to the boundary. If someone as experienced as Pam, which more than herself, couldn't stop herself how was she to? The annoying thing was that she couldn't prevent herself finding the experience sexy and stimulating. The battle within herself, as to how far she would allow herself to go, would continue. It got her gently aroused, just thinking about how far they had gone and how far they might go. She rocked gently as she replayed the previous nights bedroom action in her mind. She snuggled down in her seat staring out of the window, as the World passed by, listening to Coldplay.

She was home in good time for the hairdressers as it was the end of term college dinner ball tonight.

To be continued...



Cabin Fever Ch. 04



It was time for Kay to get dressed for the college ball. She was as happy as she had ever been. High with the result of her success in the swimming trials; the feeling of release following the exams; excited at having met Pam and witnessed everything yesterday; but most of all overjoyed she would be able to see Donny and Matt and tell them all about it. This was the one night in a year were things became more relaxed throughout the town. Even the college officials realised that some steam needed to be let off, following the academic year, though people were still expected to behave like gentlemen and ladies.

Her long black dress was laid on the bed in her room. She had only worn it the once to try on, but it was beautiful. It fitted like a glove which meant you had to have the correct physique to do it justice and she had. It ran without fault down her body to the floor. It looked light but felt heavy when lifted due to the sheer volume of material. She wore the sheerest black underwear, so as to discourage VPL and a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings with a seam and flowered pattern at the heel. She looked in the mirror and adjusted the half-cupped bra, which held and presented her breasts to most advantage. The bra was so sheer her nipples were clearly visible. With some initial problems she managed to slide into the dress and eventually fasten it at the back. She stepped into black patent-leather high heels and finished off with a string of pearls around her neck, visible above the round orbs of her breasts. Her hair was held back in a corn plait following a visit earlier to the hairdressers.

There was a courtesy knock on the door as her mother entered, and she looked in awe.

"Kay darling you look beautiful!"

Kay turned applying her dark red lipstick. 

"Why thank you mother." 

Kay was statuesque and elegant. 

++++++++

She arrived at the hotel at eight and was greeted by wolf whistles and coyote howls from the guys. Matt stepped out looking sharp and handsome. He was wearing a black dinner suit, formal white dress shirt and white bow-tie, non-standard issue as all the other guys wore black, but looked particularly outstanding and handsome. He kissed her hand and offered her his arm so that he could escort her into the building up the red carpeted hotel steps. He acted so mature and charmingly she could feel stirrings below.

Inside Donny approached equally well dressed and handsome in a black satin lapelled tuxedo. She was so proud and excited to be with her two friends.

"How beautiful you are m'lady." Donny bowed and kissed her hand in an equally chivalrous manner as Matt.

"Why thank you Donny. How honoured I am to be escorted by such handsome men."

Not to be outdone, Matt interrupted.

"It's because we have missed you so much."

"You saw me yesterday morning." She laughed playfully.

"But not enough of you." Donny jumped in.

"Are you seeing enough of me now?" She stood with her arms wide open and Donny couldn't resist staring at her breasts, his gallantry having vanished.

"Oh what I see is glorious but not nearly enough." 

She slipped her arms through theirs and whispered.

"Down boys! The night is young." And walked off with them to the dance floor.

The ballroom was large and had tables set out on the periphery of the polished wooden dance floor. A number of golden chandeliers hung around and there was a dance band playing on the large stage. A saxophone played lazy jazz as people congregated in groups.The music was conservative stuff, but there was to be a disco later. 

They were joined by friends male and female and sat chatting about the college year just gone and to come; exams, music and holidays. Some were spending the time away, some travelling, some lazing, some like Kay hoping to work. She worked so that she could have her own independent money and not feel as if she were a parasite on her parents. People drifted in and out of their company until dinner was served and they all settled at their predefined tables.

After dinner the three of them sat together, Matt asked.

"OK – Tell us about your trials then?"

Kay relaxed in her high sided armchair. Her legs were crossed and one high-heeled shoe hung lazily off her stockinged foot. Donny wanted to slide his hands up her legs and feel the sensation of her stockings and underwear. Kay could read his thoughts, knowing he wanted to 'talk dirty'. Kay re-crossed her legs, making a swishing sound, which did nothing to cool either of the boys down.

"I passed both my trials and will now swim for the County next year." She was determined to draw this out, deliberately teasing them, as they hadn't paid enough interest in her success. "But you know that, of course."

They both looked disheartened and frustrated.

"Yes we know that ... and we're both pleased but I thought you had something else to tell us.." Donny was trying his best not to show impatience, but failing miserably.

Kay sipped her drink then slowly placed it back on the table. She licked her full red lips. 

"Now what else was it? Hmmmm." She leaned her head against her hand and tapped at her cheek slowly with her long finger, a puzzled expression on her face. 

"Oh come on Kay. You know what we're after." It was Donny as impatient as ever. "We're dying to hear."

She decided to let them out of their misery.

"Oh yes I remember." Her eyes twinkled as she threaded her hair playfully, through her fingers. "I've met a new friend. You two would just LOVE her."

"No one could compare with you." Matt answered sycophantically but equally playfully, then added enthusiastically. "Tell us more." 

"She's called Pam. She's smaller than me, a really pretty blonde and oh so sexy."

"What do you call sexy?" Asked Donny, suspicious of whether her criteria matched his own.

"Put it this way. I don't know what you were doing yesterday afternoon but we were watching a porn movie."

"Really! Together!" Exclaimed Matt with excitement. "Please go on, don't stop!"

Kay looked around at this outburst to check that no one was listening, then leaned in conspiratorially.

"You like playing games don't you boys? " They nodded, though hesitantly. "Well I'll tell you it all ..... as we dance."

"But we can't all dance together." Objected Donny.

"No, you're right. So I'll tell you a bit each time I dance with you and repeat it for the other each time I dance with him or vice versa." She laughed playfully, rose and offered her hand for the first dance.

They all danced, together and with different people. They were all quite popular but Kay was the hottest, she was hardly off the dance floor. The men were mostly perfect gentlemen, with the occasional one covertly looking at her breasts or trying to feel her underwear. She took it all in good part and quite enjoyed it but made sure they didn't try to overstep the mark. She didn't want to earn an unwarranted reputation. 

Matt and Donny danced with a selection of girls, but only if they couldn't dance with Kay. She related her tale to them in instalments driving them crazy with excitement, inevitably getting them aroused. They couldn't believe what she was saying and being in the room as a couple were having sex was almost too much. She felt their hard chests pressing into her breasts and hands moving tentatively down her back, trying to surreptitiously detect her underwear. When they left her either one would have semi or completely erect penises. It made her smile mischievously to think what their next dance partners thought of their arousal.

Later in the night Donny, Kay and Matt sat quietly alone, in a darkened alcove. The boys were sweating from dancing and alcohol. Each of the boys had a sizeable hip flask containing rum or vodka, as did most of the other males. Matt passed his flask to Kay who sipped it and gasped.

"Rocket fuel!" She said handing the flask back and shaking her hand dismissively as Donny offered his. "No thanks. Something a little more diluted I think."

Matt turned to Kay.

"Phew! What a story!" Matt smiled and shook his head.

"What a week!" Kay responded. "I can't believe what I've seen this week."

Matt and Donny looked at each other and agreed.

"Things have gone quickly." Matt said. "Do you regret it?" 

Donny flashed an annoying glance at Matt, which Kay saw.

"It's ok Donny. I don't." She patted him affectionately. "You're my friends and I wouldn't want to be with anyone else. We've shared everything."

"Almost everything." Donny murmured.

Kay looked cross.

"There are limits!" But smiled. "It's about knowing the limits. You've had me doing things I never even thought of two weeks ago."

"But you have enjoyed it?" Asked Matt again.

"Oh yes... of course. I'm young, inquisitive." She placed her hand on Matt's and smiled. "Of course I enjoyed it. I just don't want us to spoil anything."

Matt placed his hand on hers.

"We won't. We're best of friends." 

And Donny nodded in agreement. 

"I know but life's not like that." There was a swish as Kay uncrossed her legs, wish Donny noticed. "Even Pam said there'd be a choice." 

"A choice? With our friendship?" Donny was indignant. "Never!"

Kay smiled thoughtfully but not wanting to pursue the conversation, as they weren't ready for it yet. The mood was getting sombre so she decided to lift it. She looked around to make sure they were alone and whispered.

"Can you remember what we've done then?" She looked at each of them in turn her smile cheering them.

Donny brightened up.

"Plenty of ...." He made a fist with his hand and simulated masturbation. "Virtually every night." 

Kay pushed his hand down before anyone else saw. 

"We've both cum in your panties." Recalled Matt. "More than once..... and you've worn them afterwards."

"I know!" This embarrassed her and she placed her hand over her eyes, then fanned her face with it. "Hhhm don't remind me and you've seen my underwear, far too much."

"Not nearly enough!" Retorted Donny. They laughed but it was nervy as they got excited. 

" And ...." Matt interrupted. "You've been having a great time while we've been desperately waiting for you."

"Aww! How nice." She said and planted a lingering kiss on his lips, which took him aback. Pam's good advice, she thought.

Donny interrupted the proceedings.

"Did you remember it's black today?"

Kay looked incredulously.

"And what do you think I'm wearing?" She looked at him. "Black dress, black shoes, black stockings, isn't that a clue?"

"Yes but not incontrovertible evidence." He adopted his attorney posture, one hand holding his lapel. "For all we know you could be wearing red or cream...etc."

Kay was shaking her head, suspecting his intent.

"No way! This is the college ball."

"Well a game is a game and you know the rules." Donny replied.

Kay was determined not to loose the game.

"OK so what's your suggestion."

"Well I think you can do one of two things." He looked mischievously to Matt and back to Kay. "Show us here."

"I would have to roll my dress up and I'm not going to chance being caught."

"Or take your panties off as we watch... for verification purposes of course."

Kay raised her eyebrow, signalling her scepticism.

"No way!"

Then Matt jumped in.

"Or there is a third way – let's find somewhere quiet."

She thought about this and weighed up the options. She could go outside, or find a quiet room in the hotel but risked being caught, which would not do. She decided on an alternative plan.

"I suppose I could come back to the cabin later – but what would your parents say?"

The prospect of being together later in his cabin was very appealing to Matt so he agreed. He didn't think his parents would mind particularly tonight, so near to end of college.

+++++++++

It was near midnight when the three of them got out of the taxi at Matt's home. Matt had a key and opened the front door. His mother heard them giggling as they entered the hall and came to the top of the stairs. 

"Hello? Who's there?" She knew it was Matt. "Oh hello Kay. What are you all up to?"

Donny shouted. "Hi!"

"Kay wants to borrow a CD so we've all come home early." Matt emaphasised this so his mom realised they could have returned a lot later, and would be placated. "We're going to get it, in the cabin."

Donny sniggered and Kay nudged him.

"Oh well I suppose it's better you're back." She accepted. "Now don't be up 'til all hours, there's still college in the morning and don't be keeping Kay out too late and make sure you don't make too much noise."

"Ok Mom we won't." Matt replied leading them through the house into the garden.

Once in the open they laughed and ran to the cabin, Kay teetering on her heels, trying to keep to the paved path, affected by the alcohol.

Once inside they shut the door and lay back on the timber walls, until their breathing eased. Donny unfastened his bow-tie and turned to the other two. He offered his hip flask to them both and they each took a swig, Kay wincing slightly.

"Well!" He paused as they both looked at him. "We're here."

That was probably the dumbest thing he'd ever said. Then Matt supported him.

"Yes we are." And looked to Kay.

She was slightly drunk and returned their looks in turn, seductively and alluring.

"Mmmm! That's very accurate." Her tongue ran slowly over her lips. "I guess it's time to show?"

Donny edged closer, his shirt collar open, an eager grin on his face.

"Sure is m'lady."

"... but first." She pointed a finger at each one of them. "I want a kiss off my boys."

They were both up for this. As ever Donny stepped forward, first.

Kay placed her arms around Donny's neck and planted her open mouth on his. As the kiss continued his hands rustled up and down her dress, exciting Matt as he watched. Kay was warming to this, Pam had been right. They broke their clinch. 

Kay then signalled Matt to come and get his. Donny's hand went to his trouser pocket unable to stop himself. Matt ran his hand up and down her sides and over her buttocks, feeling the part man-made fibres in her dress material and underwear slide over each other. Kay was wet and horny but lazily enjoying the attention she was getting. Donny coughed to break up the embrace and said.

"Excuse me. Isn't it show time yet?" 

He was already rigid in his trousers. Kay looked him up and down.

"...... and what's your acknowledgement to be?" She smiled seductively once again.

Donny groaned and undid the fly on his black trousers.

"I think you know."

"Mmmmm! I think I do." She watched as Donny and then Matt freed their erections and began to slowly play with them. She bent forward and grasped the hem of her long black dress, and carefully lifted it to her waist. 

They looked with hunger in their eyes from the long stockinged legs, to the lightly tanned skin and black sheer panties. Her black matted pubic hair pressed flat against the front. Donny speeded up his hand movements.

"Kay please." There was a guttural sound. "Just keep it like that."

His stiff cock was in his hand. Kay looked disapprovingly at him.

"Do NOT get any on this dress or you're dead."

"I promise I won't honest." He was already well on his way, she could tell by the white frothy fluid he was generating. He looked innocently. "Can I just touch .... your stockings?"

She smiled at him and nodded quietly.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Then turned to Matt and offered him the same. 

"How about you?"

Matt needed no further invitation and immediately started stroking her legs. Her head lolled back as they stroked her thighs. It was a real turn-on and she squeezed herself, still too shy to fondle herself in front of them and anyway it would be too difficult, she was holding up the dress. She opened and closed her eyes, smiling all the time, as if in some dreamy, other place. She spoke in a low whisper.

"Can I trust you not to stain my dress." 

They both nodded.

"Look I'll keep it away from your clothes." Matt said. She looked convinced.

"How about we move to the futon? My arms are aching."

She brushed through them to the futon, leaving them to stare at each other in disbelief and excitement. The week got better and better Donny thought. She hitched her dress and lay down on the flat cushion. She opened then bent her legs. She kept her shoes on. She was prostrate; her stockings leading to her white thighs and black panties exposed. The bottom of her dress was ruffled around her hips. 

She patted either side of the mattress. The boys with their hard exposed cocks, removed their jackets and positioned themselves each side. She took hold of a hand from both of them and placed it on the inside of her stockinged legs. Their hands covered the smooth nylon material up to the patterned top and soft skin of her thigh. Her legs opened and closed slowly and occasionally the backs of the boys hands would collide, and move away nervously, as they enjoyed the feel of the meshed material.

"How does that feel?" A sigh came from deep in her throat.

"Awesome." Said Donny as he angled himself to get a better view of her panty clad crotch. The material was straining causing a small black bulge between her legs. His head was so close that his cheek would brush against the outside of her nylon covered thigh, as she rocked her legs. A whiff of her warm sex, drifted to his nostrils and heightened the sensation.

"I just can't believe it." Said Matt. "I'm so horny."

He lay and masturbated slowly as he ran his hands up the inside of her leg, as if memorising the exact contours. Occasionally he would make a slip and feel the naked flesh of her thigh, just short of her sheer panties.

Kay would lean up to look down at the two stiff cocks as they played with themselves and find it almost unbearable. She was so tempted to join them by sliding her hand into her panties but couldn't bring herself to do it for fear of losing control. She also felt hypocritical as she was watching them but not reciprocating. She would roll her eyes upwards, as she lay back on the cushion an ache and a fire in the pit of her stomach. The Devil's fire! It may have been the drink getting to her head but she had to do something.

"Would either of you prefer me to do that for you?" She asked so matter-of-factly. It took them both by surprise. Donny was again first to react. 

"Would I? Yes please." He thrust his thick penis at her.

She was not experienced at this and initially gripped it like it was an iron bar. 

"No. No. Hang on." Donny took hold of her hand and guided her thumb and fingers to caress it more gently just around and below the head. She turned slightly, apologising to Matt for showing her back. 

"Think nothing of it." He was enjoying watching the performance and the shape of her thighs and panty clad bottom. She turned back slightly and whispered.

"You're next." This instantly put him in an even higher state of excitement. 

She turned her full focus on Donny and quickly got in the rhythm, probably because he had already done the preparatory work. As she moved faster, she found she could grip tighter and easy off, guided by the expressions on his face and utterances from his mouth. The mere fact that she was holding his throbbing penis, made her soaking wet. She was experiencing thrills each time he spoke or pleaded, as she moved. 

She could feel Matt preparing himself behind her, but didn't want him to cum too soon. She was looking forward to making them both cum. The pace quickened and she felt Donny's cock stiffen. His cheeks blew out and then sucked in slowly. He removed a freshly laundered handkerchief to capture his ejaculation before it stained her dress or his suit. His chivalry had returned. She felt the jerk from under his skin and watched as his juice splashed out onto the white cotton. She enjoyed the feel of his thick meat in her slender hand. His hand went to her own to slow her down. She responded synchronising her pulls with his throbs, until only a slow trickle remained. Donny lay back on the futon, his arm across his forehead, mouthing "Oh Man!". Kay kissed his cheek and turned to Matt. 




Cabin Fever Ch. 04



Matt's cock was rigid and although thinner than Donny's it was longer. Kay stretched her fingers, as if limbering up before a trial, then having learned from Donny, tenderly took hold of Matt's straining member. She slid the foreskin back and forth, gently at first to judge his reaction, to see if it would be the same. He groaned and closed his eyes. She stopped.

"Do you mind if I sit up?" She asked still holding him firm. "I'm right–handed and this isn't quite working."

"Oh yeh! Whatever ... Whatever's comfortable." Matt didn't want to stop but appreciated her problem, it was certainly working for him.

They sat up as did Donny, so he could watch. She began massaging Matt's end, again.

"That's better." She said and smiled. Matt nodded mouth open, eyes half-closed.

Kay had her left arm around his shoulders as she settled into the motion. He fist pumping up and down his cock. Donny ran his hands over her legs, particularly her thighs, as Matt was otherwise occupied. She was hot and wet, her gusset soaking. The feel of Matt's hard penis and Donny's palms on her thighs, caused her vagina to tremble and sent what she believed was a mini-orgasm through her body. She turned to Matt who was now face to face with her. As her eyes met his and he looked at the red 'O' formed by her mouth, he came. He wasn't as well prepared as Donny but fortunately only caught her stockinged leg, easily washed away. His face contorted in sheer pleasure.

Her actions hadn't gone unnoticed. This was momentous, she had actually allowed them both, to feel her legs AND the inside of her thighs as she had brought them both off. This was a first. Matt couldn't get over how hot she was, as his hand neared the crotch of her panties. He would have, so liked to have gone there but just couldn't raise the courage to push it that bit further; or decide what her reaction might have been. She might have just stopped everything and that would have been unbearable. Donny would never have forgiven him.

When they had finished wiping off and cleaning up, she got up lowered her dress which dropped back into shape easily and made herself look presentable. She collected a CD (always a good reason for a visit) and went to kiss them. She stalled thinking of her lipstick and said.

"Best not, you don't want your mom's, asking awkward questions."

Instead, after checking they were completely dressed, she gave each of them a hug. 

"Must go. I have a job interview in the morning."

"Really? Where at?" Matt enquired.

"Mr Goodiner's Store." She said pleased that she had somewhere to work.

She linked both their arms and asked.

"Who's going to walk me home tonight?" 

Sounded like a line from Drive by The Cars.

Friday +++++

For the last day at college the students had chosen to dress in schoolkids uniforms. It was a bit of a rebellion against the strict autocratic college rules, but was treated surprisingly sympathetically by the staff. Kay wore a white shirt, an old 'school' tie with red and white stripes loosely round her neck and a grey pleated skirt, the hem just above the knee. White knee length woollen socks and black leather shoes completed her visible wear. Underneath she wore bottle green panties and dark green bra. She also had a straw hat, with a holes in it, where her bunched hair poked through. Her make-up of lipstick, eyeliner, eye shadow and blusher also included large brown 'freckles' over her nose and cheeks.

Kay was late in to college as she had to go to Mr Goodiner's store, regarding a summer job offer he had made to Kay's father for her. He owned a grocery store, adjacent to his butcher shop. She had apologised for her schoolgirl's outfit and explained that it was a bit of fun on the last day of college. He didn't seem to mind at all, in fact he seemed quite taken with it. It wasn't a formal interview but he asked her if she had worked with a till and people, awkward customers and the like, which she had helping her father on church fete stalls. He explained what the job entailed and that it would include stacking shelves. Which she was ok with.

The store was quite old and had timber floors. There were quite a lot of brass plates on the floor, some ornamental some functional; around door housings, the counter and cellar hatches. There were a couple of hatches through to the cellar which was quite light and airy - for a cellar. The reason was that the stores ground floor was the cellar's ceiling. It was on two levels and the step / ledge that ran around the main floor are, had inlaid thick clear glass. This design provided the light, which benefited the cellar. The cellar, ceiling wasn't very high, in fact Mr Goodiner could look through the glass from below. The cellar ran through to his butcher's shop and his joke was that he could run along and keep an eye on things, whenever he wanted without his staff being aware, which kept them on their toes.

As he spoke he had a habit of picking up a pepperoni sausage and running it through his hands. Kay had to stifle a laugh as she thought of Pam's salami's. He also had a habit of saying "I bet you'll like that..." about anything or "Look after the pennies ..." never completing the rest of the saying. As the interview progressed, his eyes travelled about the shop but fleetingly she caught him looking at her legs or breasts; not for long but long enough to make it plain, he had a wandering eye. At one point as he showed her around, he stopped to talk to her about a particular display and catching his line of sight, she realised she was stood over a brass plate. This was reflecting up under her skirt, showing her naked legs and right up to her bottle green panties. He looked away quickly. She stepped to one side out of modesty, but got a strange though not unpleasant sensation in her stomach.

The money he was offering was good and she agreed to work in his store, when she returned from holiday in two weeks. He said he looked forward to it and that she had made him think about supplying a uniform like hers for the shop workers. He laughed and for the first time since she'd known him, realised he had a sense of humour. The job taken care of she headed off to college.

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When she arrived the of students that had attended today, about half, had participated in the dressing up, to greater or lesser degrees. Some of her friends had longer skirts and some had gathered their long skirts at the waist to shorten the hem line to mid-thigh. Kay followed suit. 

The day consisted of little work and a lot of fun, most of it spent in the cafeteria. 

Kay met Donny playing pool, in a small room which was quite full with people sat around the table. Matt was actually sat at a coffee table down a couple of steps. Kay laughed at them, as they both wore short trousers, school blazers and caps. They both hugged and kissed her and Donny managed to slip in.

"Cream today."

She shrugged him away saying.

"Do you think of nothing else." But she was teasing, as today there was a feeling of release about the whole college and with that easing of restrictions, an increase in sexual energy and tension.

Donny and Matt had talked about the previous night and how much she had changed. How much more adventurous she had become and they wondered how far it would all go.

Kay mentioned that she had just managed to get a job at Mr. Goodiner's store. Donny was not impressed.

"I still say rather you than me. He's a right misery."

Kay defended him.

"I don't know he seemed quite nice to me."

Donny laughed.

"Well he would be nice to YOU."

"And what does that mean." Kay felt she was being implicated in something, when she was entirely innocent.

"Put it this way. I never told you but he was having a good look up your skirt on Sunday at church."

Kay flushed slightly and looked around to make sure nobody was listening.

Matt nodded in agreement.

"Donny. Hush!" She half laughed, more due to embarrassment. It must have been an accident she thought. Before this morning she would never have thought him THAT type, but she was beginning to think she may be wrong. 

"When do you start? " Matt asked relieving her discomfort.

"In two weeks when I get back from my holidays." She smiled grateful for Matt's intervention. "He pays well. More than minimum wage!"

"I forgot you were going this weekend. You fly on Saturday don't you?" Matt was genuinely interested.

"Yes and you two go when I return."

"Oh Kay how will we last four whole weeks without you." Donny's remark was overlaid with sarcasm but he was really serious. His hand grippe between his legs. "and we've come so far this week. Last night .... Ooooh!"

Kay slapped his naked leg playfully, which caused a few heads to turn. The subject was changed as it was Donny's turn to play pool. Matt and Kay chatted for a while then she decided to join Donny, as Matt was joined by some other friends.

"Can I take your shot?" She asked him on his turn. He handed her the cue and went to assist her.

"Easy tiger." She said. "You get back in your cage."

As she pointed to a seat behind her with the cue. He sat down, as the others laughed at him. She held the cue correctly and placed her left palm on the green cloth making a bridge with finger and thumb taking aim. As she was doing this her grey skirt had ridden up just covering the tops of her sun kissed thighs. Donny looked at the backs of her thighs, parted from the top of her white woollen socks to the hem of her skirt. Her slender calf muscles stretched as she stood on the balls of her feet. She pocketed a ball and went for a second. This was at the other end and again she took that shot, but missed. 

Matt was sat at a table, talking to a few other students but keeping an eye on developments. He was sat at a lower level when Kay bent to take her shot, and was treated to the tiniest hint of her bottle green panties, covering her perfectly formed buttocks. It never went unnoticed by others around the table either and caused some nudging and whispering among the guys. 

When the game was completed they all three sat and drank coffees and laughed at some of the silly antics that had been taking place. In fact the Dean had turned up dressed in a mortar board and gown, joining in the fun, and was reputedly dishing out punishments for non-participants and miscreants, as a joke. Around the college giant board games had been set up such as, Jenga, Connect 4 and chess. Groups were playing and it generated an enormous amount of fun.

Although Donny never quite managed to glimpse Kay's underwear during the pool game, by the time they had finished the board games he had no doubt what she was wearing or a host of other female. As the day wore on they all became more horny and the conversation inevitably turned to what Kay had witnessed, during the week. As they were sitting and talking much to his annoyance Donny ended up with a punishment from the Dean, which meant he had to wash the Dean's car: Kay and Matt however found this highly amusing. 

Knowing he'd be gone a while they sloped off to the hall, were they knew there'd be some privacy behind the stage. Matt was involved with drama and so had every right to be there. 

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When they had found a suitably quiet spot they stopped and looked at each other. Kay broke the silence.

"Well ...?" She had her back against the wall. She removed her hat and shook her bunches free. "What now?"

Without another word, they began kissing each other with enthusiasm. They looked odd standing locked in an embrace dressed in grey school clothes; he in short trousers; her in a pleated skirt. He ran his hands over her back, around her side and cupped her breast. She didn't object just moaned into his mouth. His thumb felt her nipple and she sighed as it hardened to his touch. They remained like this for some time; him pressing her against the white painted brick wall, his leg between hers. He was erect and she let her hand drift to it, while his hand moved to her hip. She pressed the flat of her palm against him and it twitched making her jump, she then smiled and did it again, much to his delight. 

His hand had run down her leg and was now under her skirt. He could feel the cotton material of her bottle green panties, where they stretched over her hips. He had never been this far before. She took his penis from his trousers and slowly massaged it, watching the pleasure she was giving him. The more she did this more she enjoyed doing it. It had been the first time last night she had ever done anything so sexually daring. She found the impact of giving pleasure so satisfying, even as she felt frustrated herself. She continued with more pace and gripped his leg between her own, pressing herself into his thigh. His hand slid around to her panty clad buttocks, arousing them both further. She squeezed herself upon his leg he could feel her hot cunt on his naked thigh. He was grateful for the short trousers. He spoke between panting.

"Kay?" 

"Hmmmm?" She replied continuing her task.

"Can I cum ..." He stopped.

"Go on what is it?" She spoke in a deep sexy tone. "Don't be shy." 

He took a deep breath to recover composure.

"Can I cum ... like before ... in your panties?" He managed to say. "It was so sexy."

She looked at him strangely and said in the same tone.

"But I'm wearing them."

Still panting he said.

"Well .....take ... them .. off." As the last word passed his lips, he gasped almost unable to prevent himself cumming. She was getting more practiced at controlling his flow and squeezed him, to stop him. 

"But then I'd have no panties on." She teased him, then said in hushed tones. "I'd be naked down there." 

"Oh ugh!" He hung on. She squeezed.

She smiled. She was so hot.

"I'll tell you what." She began lifting her skirt. "I'll take them down. You finish yourself off."

She proceeded to slide her panties to just above her knees. The bottle green material stretched between her open thighs and Matt caught a first full view of her wet naked cunt. The white gusset of her panties was off-white, coated with fluid. He took over, no problem and began thrashing speedily. Within seconds the now familiar sound heralding the arrival of his seed, was there. He shot string upon hot string of cum into the gusset of her panties. 

When he was releasing his last, he looked her in the eyes and smiled. She put her hand around the back of his head and held him to her shoulder. After a few moments he watched as she pulled the panties back in place. She enjoyed the feel of his warm cum on her matted hair. The thought of what she just did nearly got him started again.

"Gosh!" Kay thought. "This has been the hottest week ever."

"She's changed." Matt thought. "She's really hot."

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In the evening they all met at the cabin as usual. Kay had brought a kit bag with her as she had promised the boys sight of her new county swimming costume. It was also their last chance to meet for at least a couple of weeks, as Kay was flying to Florida to start her holiday, the next day.

Neither Matt nor Kay had said anything about the afternoon events, to Donny at first, they knew it would have driven Donny wild to hear about it. This made them both feel guilty. So when they agreed that they would tell him at a suitable point in the evening. Kay had spent the rest of the day at college with Matt's cum in her panties and Matt with a semi-permanent hard-on. She had since bathed and changed.

Kay reached in her bag and brought out her red bather. 

"What'd you think?"

Matt and Donny were genuinely impressed. Finally Donny said.

"I'd love to see you wearing it."

Kay looked at him in a knowing way, he was as predictable as ever, but it didn't matter she had already decided to model for them tonight, on the last day of term, as a treat.

"Well you just might." Teasing him. "Make sure the blinds are closed and I'll just step behind here and change."

She stepped behind a curtained off area toward the back of the cabin, were it was darker. 

The boys couldn't believe what they were hearing. The zip on her jeans went down followed by her jeans, hitting the floor. She stepped out of them and her black see-through panties. She lifted the T shirt over her head and removed her bra. The rustle of clothes and Kay's slightly heavier breathing had the boys full of anticipation. Finally she stepped out from behind the curtains and with her back to them tidied her clothing.

She had her plain red bather on, but there was nothing plain about her. From the back you could see it cut away down to the base of her spine and lumbar region. Her lightly tanned legs had a sheen on the skin. Her buttocks were sharply crossed by the high sided curve of the bather. Her legs were strong and lean and parted at the top, not meeting until just above the knees, framing a triangle of space. She wore nothing on her feet, revealing her thin ankles. When she moved, she softly padded on the floor. Most of her back was exposed from the base of her spine to her broad shoulders, were the red straps of the halter neck, supported her breasts.

As she turned sideways her pert but pendulous breasts came into profile, causing the boys to exhale in appreciation. Her left hand rested on her flat stomach and she was looking at the ground, her long dark hair hanging down, in a kind of reserved way. She brushed her hair aside with her right hand. The shape of her erect nipples were clearly visible straining against the material at the apex of each breast, as were the areolas surrounding them. 

The red material stretched over her pelvis, like a second skin, and revealed the shape of her pubic area in detail. Although they had watched Kay in swimming competitions, they had never been this close to her dressed in a bather and it affected them. 

The triangular shape between her legs, got the boys attention. In contrast to her flat stomach, the pubic area had a small red mound that was slightly parted, revealing the two sides to her organ. A couple of wispy black pubic hairs had escaped from the tight, high sided costume. 

She looked up to find the boys staring at her vaginal area and momentarily by reflex moved her hands, to cover herself. She moved to the table and rested against it. She slid both hands between her legs palm to palm and rubbed them together as if keeping warm, obscuring their view. The boys looked at her face clearly disappointed.

"Well what do you think of the new costume?" She asked, catching her breath and looking at each of them.

The boys were choking but responded individually.

"Excellent!" Donny.

"Beautiful!" Matt.

When they spoke one or both would be glancing at her breasts or legs and she found it a turn on. She removed the county swimming team badge from her bag. She held it over the costume at her hip bone.

"Of course it needs this sewn on, to complete the uniform." 

The boys returned to gawping but it wasn't at the badge. The red bulge was emphasised by her standing and crossing her legs, at the ankles. It was all Donny could do to stop himself masturbating. She held the badge with her fingers and said.

"Well what do you think?" 

Does she know what she's doing to us? Matt thought.

She knows what she's doing to us! Donny thought.

"Beautiful!" They replied simultaneously. 

She moved like a gazelle. Her long legs and calf muscles accentuated as she walked on the balls of her feet. She was lithesome and athletic. Donny wasted no time.

"How about showing some of your limbering up routines?"

She could see from his twinkling eye, what he was after and fortunately for him she felt in the mood for a bit of mischief herself.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes I would." He eagerly replied.

"What is it you would like to see." She was teasing him mischievously watching as he squirmed. He looked to Matt for help.




Cabin Fever Ch. 04



"Your stretching exercises, that sort of thing. Really test the material." Matt interjected.

She smiled. 

"You mean like this?" 

She began to stretch her arms and legs, and it just got better and better, as the bather stretched over her body. As she moved and warmed up she released a sweet scented heady perfume. Donny rubbed his stiff cock through the pockets in his tracksuit bottoms, Matt did likewise through his cycle shorts

When she had finished stretching she performed bends which made her firm breasts hang down. Then she turned and reached for her toes they could see her ripe red bottom and under to her sex. It might have been their fertile imaginations but it looked darker. 

She lay on the floor and placing her hands behind her head pushed lifting her torso off the floor, performing a 'crab'. This accentuated the mound between her legs and Donny sucked air in deeply.

"Sheesh!" 

As she stopped and decided to relax, there was the crisp light snap of the elastic from the bathers legs against her skin, as she prevented it riding up her bottom, causing Matt to stir down below. She adjusted herself by moving the straps supporting her breasts. 

Both of the boys had semi-erections. Donny was slowly rubbing his, whilst at Kay's insistence he kept one eye on the window. Matt had his hand in the side pocket of his cycle shorts and was lazily fondling himself. Kay looked at them.

"My, my you are excited. What now? A bit of music, a magazine?"

"How about a kiss?" Asked Matt, thinking of earlier in the day. "A long slow kiss."

She smiled and shifted her weight between legs. Both boys used to kiss her affectionately and she returned the kisses but only rarely had they kissed with more serious intent. Pam's suggestion had made her consider this more. She was feeling really aroused, as were the boys. She was determined not to go, too far but she could at least loosen control just a little.

"Hmmm! An interesting idea. Come here then." She held out her hands and welcomed Matt to her. "Keep watching the window Donny dear, we don't want disturbing."

She was clearly warming to the events of the week. Matt approached then wrapped his arms tentatively around her. There mouths touched softly and cushioning against each other. They stayed like this for a few seconds, breathing through their noses, more rapidly. Feeling more confident, they pressed closer together. Both Kay and Matt were acutely aware of parts of their bodies touching at various points. She felt his strong arms around her shoulders and hands on the smooth skin of her back. His stomach was hard against her own and his solid member was pressed sideways against her hip. Their mouths moved against each other and opened, warm and wet and sweet. Matt could smell her perfume and fresh breath and was glad he had not eaten garlic today.

Both of them murmured and as she sat back on the table, her long legs opened slightly and he stood between them. He nervously relieved the discomfort of his erection by releasing its restriction and pointing it straight up against her flat stomach. The kissing continued for several minutes as they became less self-conscious with each other and more adventurous. Their hands travelled slowly and gently over each others body and occasionally a whimpering like sound issued from one or both of them. Matt couldn't prevent his erection rubbing against Kay's stomach and her resistance only help to increase the pressure against it and pleasure from it. He whispered in her ear.

"What about if I rubbed against you, down there, would you object?" He held his penis up. She looked at him for a moment. 

"Why don't you try me and see." She whispered huskily, uncrossing her legs. There was something different about Kay, Matt thought, since she'd been away.

He reached down and brought his penis out from his shorts. Kay half-sat, half-lay with her hips thrust out to meet his naked penis. He rested it nervously on the red material covering her Venus mound and proceeded to rub it up and down between the natural folds. A magnificent undreamed of frottage. Kay adjusted herself to help him. She was enjoying the experience; his penis rubbing up and down her clothed clitoris, it was keeping her aroused. She loved the feeling herself and the pleasure she was giving, but was also aware of the mess he would make if he came. She whispered breathlessly in his ear.

"Do you have a condom?" She spoke breathlessly. Matt nearly came at just the thought of what she might mean. He choked but managed to say, hoarsely.

"Yes. There's one in my pocket."

"Put it on. Please!" She pleaded and with as little disruption as he could manage, he finally pulled the condom over his expectant erect penis. This grabbed Donny's attention.

"Now let's continue where we left off." She sighed and placed his penis back on her costume sliding once again between the folds of her labia. 

Matt was slightly disappointed but continued were he had left off, the condom retarding his desire to ejaculate.

Donny moved away from the window to get a closer look, his penis was in his hand, the purple head wet and slick. With difficulty through the half-light he could see Matt and Kay sweating. She had her hands clasped on Matt's firm naked buttocks as he bucked and clenched between her legs. Her long legs were bending, gripping and straining to pull him further in. As her upper body lay back from Matt, Donny could clearly see her erect nipples standing proud through the costume. Her hair whipped from side to side, as she moaned with obvious pleasure. 

As Donny got closer, he admired her tanned rippling skin with the light sheen of sweat. He could see down to were Matt's rubber covered cock head, was poking between their two pubic areas, her bather was slightly wet, but he couldn't tell from which one. Eventually Matt groaned and quickly his cum shot filled the rubber end, forming a white bubble. He pressed and squeezed against her until it was all released. She looked down breathless and smiled at the captured cum, as he stood and shook open mouthed. Her hair and head hung down for several seconds and then she lifted it, exhaling.

"Hmmm. That saved a mess. How would I have explained that away to mother?" She said it teasingly with a broad grin. 

Matt smiled, now spent and satisfied. 

"That was awesome." 

He fell back on the settee, slowly removing the spent condom, from his subsiding cock. 

Unsatisfied Kay looked at Donny. He was aroused. She smiled.

"Your turn is it?" Donny needed no second asking and moved in.

She put her arm around his neck and gently pulled him towards her. She smiled and nodded as they embraced. Kay signalled for Matt to cover the window watch. Their mouths were hungry and Kay's was swollen from her encounter with Matt. She was so aroused. Donny raised his hand to fondle her breast and nipple. Again she never resisted. Just the feel of the material with her firm breast below, drove him wild. She groaned as he pressed his thumb firmly against her hard nipple, then making small circles. Their mouths were open and tongues tentatively probing each other. 

She started to feel on the edge of total abandonment but dragged herself back from the brink, stopping Donny with her palms on his shoulders. She shook her head and breathlessly said.

"I can't. I can't. This is going too far." 

Donny stepped back, at first accepting her protests. Then arguing.

"It's no further than with Matt." He said indignantly.

She ran her hand over her sweating head and through her hair. "I know .. but it's going too fast." Even though she objected she still felt the desire inside, especially in such close proximity to Donny's erect naked penis. 

Matt came over to join them. 

"It's ok Kay. We're all friends we won't do anything you object to." His hand lay on her back to comfort her as Donny ran his hands down her arms.

"Don't worry Kay. It's cool." Donny folded his arms around her and Matt followed. They stayed like this for several minutes, until like the waking of curious creatures at dawn, Donny and Kay started nuzzling at each other. This turned into a kiss and Matt stood back. Before long Donny was stood between Kay's legs and his naked penis pressed into her bather. "Would you like to lay down, like last night?"

Kay's eyes rolled back as he squeezed her hip with his hand. 

"Oh Donny." She said softly. "What are we doing?"

Her body was a mass of guilt tinged with exquisite pleasure.

"Nothing unnatural. Just relax and enjoy." Donny whispered, as he resumed feeling her hardened nipples.

"Please don't do that." She implored him but in an unconvincing way.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked but only as he continued more furiously, with each nipple. This caused her to groan and roll as if intoxicated. She never replied but pulled him to her closer. 

At this moment in time she didn't want any of it to stop. She was enjoying feeling him squeeze delight out of her nipples, soaking her vagina. She was enjoying watching him become more and more excited, with his fat cock pressing against her, hard. She was enjoying Matt watching on, not in a bad way but because of his curiosity. She was excited and felt wanton. She had never felt so in need of a cock, any cock. She thought of Pam and Dek; of the porn movie; even the thought of Mr Goodiner ogling her panties; of Matt and Donny this week: it all stimulated her more; but she knew she had to put a stop to this.

"No Donny sorry I can't. I just can't." She pushed him away gently but firmly her head and hair hanging down. "I've just got to stop. This is too much. If I don't stop ....."

She never completed what she was thinking but it was enough to send Donny and Matt into completing her sentence in their heads "...go the whole way.". They both went into tender coaxing mode, appreciating she was on the verge. They sat on the sofa. Kay in the middle her head in her hands, hair dangling. Her feet and knees were placed demurely together. Matt and Donny sat either side an arm on each shoulder gently talking to her, in whispers. The slow music and darkened room made for an atmospheric mood. Kay complained of feeling cold and they hugged her. As they talked, they made her laugh which released the tension and caused her to look up into their eyes, from set to the other. Her mouth, with soft full lips, opened slightly showing her white even teeth and Donny leaned in and began tenderly kissing her neck. 

She groaned and then gripped Donny with both arms, in what was a full on deep kiss. She lay back onto the sofa cushion as Donny pressed his mouth down on hers. Matt took the opportunity to move his hands to her nipples. Donny asked her if she wanted to lie on the futon and she nodded in what appeared to be, unconditional surrender.

He moved her to the futon were they both lay down. He then opened her legs and pulled back slightly with his hands on her hips to position his cock between her clothed labia. They both looked down to ensure it was mutually satisfactory and giving most contact. Once they were both happy he began sliding his thick penis over her pubic mound.

Matt started to get aroused again and began stroking himself. He could see that Donny was rubbing her breasts, teasing and playing her. He moved over to them and Kay turned her head and smiled. Her knees were bent and Donny continued thrusting in simulated copulation, sweating and groaning. Kay had hold of Donny's naked buttocks and pulled him in to her. The pace increased and Donny's thrusting opened her legs on each downward push. Kay whimpered and then unexpectedly reached for Matt's cock and began to pump it, slowly at first and then more vigorously. Matt began fondling her breasts with Donny. 

As she lay with Donny thrusting, she looked in concentration and mouthed silent words. Donny bent his back and grunted as he began shooting onto her bather, just above her pubic bone. Kay continued rapidly to pull Matt's foreskin over his knob end, her long tanned arms with soft downy hair, working masterfully, as if she was experienced. Forgotten now was the worry about stains on her suit.

Matt determined, even while Donny lay on top of her, slid his hand to the leg of her bather and slipped it beneath. Donny lifted to accommodate Matt's fingers as they wriggled between himself and Kay. He met Kay's soft pubic hair covering her labia. His inexperienced fingers sought out something he was not certain of. Tentatively he eased his fingers onto the soft folds of tender warm and wet flesh. Kay cooed but there was no resistance, as he slid his left hand down her, saturated slit. Her legs widened to allow him further access. Not sure what to do Matt waited until he felt Kay's hand above the costume, pressing his fingers into her clitoris and rolling them round and round, until he got the hang of it. Donny moved to her side, to watch the action and learn. There was a dark wet stain on the costume just above her pubic bone, where Donny cum.

Kay's eyes were closed and she moaned lowly, as she enjoyed Matt's ministrations and the feel of Matt's slippery cock in her hand. Donny was now pressed alongside her, again feeling her breasts and tickling her nipples. As Donny looked down he could see the ridge of Matt's hand working tirelessly beneath the red crotch of her bather. She began gasping and mewling with pleasure. Her head rolled but occasionally she stopped to smile and gasp in pleasure. This continued for several minutes, until she exploded on Matt's fingers. They watched as she writhed and squeezed, moaning and groaning in ecstasy..

Matt signalled for Donny to have a go, so Matt slid his sticky fingers out, to be replaced by Donny's. Donny's hand familiarised itself with Kay's most private place, with a little help from Kay She looked at him and began kissing him. Matt's hands slid under her bather to feel her naked breasts and she was now in reckless pleasurable abandon. Matt pulled the straps of her bather down so that both her beautiful firm breasts were displayed and both Donny and Matt could enjoy them to the full. Donny's fingers were thoroughly lubricated and sliding easily over her clitoris and in and out of her opening. He became aroused once again.

Matt began to feel himself coming as he watched her pressing her hand over Donny's. He saw her stomach tense as she half lifted in pleasure. Matt moved up the futon so that he could run his cock over her nipples. She pressed Donny's hand further into herself. Simultaneously her thighs clamped around Donny's hand and she bucked his fingers. Donny was sucking her right nipple as Matt rubbed the left one with his cock head, covered in cum and pre-cum. Donny was once again rigid against her hip. She almost screamed in delight as she came this time. Donny kissed her neck but her own lips sought his out and began gasping into his mouth.

Donny attempted to tug her bather further down below her hips but she held his arms, preventing him. She gripped the sides pulling it tighter, shook her head and said. 

"Uh-oh!"

He then inserted all four fingers into her opening her wide, causing her whole body to strain and shudder. He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb.

"Is that ok? It's not hurting is it?" He was concerned but realised that he was driving her crazy with desire. She answered breathlessly and haltingly.

"It's ok.... Yes... don't stop ... oh yes..!" And she came again.

Matt climbed between her legs as Donny removed his hand to attend to himself. He pressed himself once again between her clothed but parted labia and began sucking each nipple in turn. His stiff cock was ready for discharge as he heard both Kay and Donny groan and they all came together. Matt shot his load; his sticky goo joining Donny's on her bather.

The three lay together in the dark on the futon for a while, exhausted. When they recovered they got dressed and headed off home with the bare minimum of conversation. They each knew a bridge had been crossed. 



Cabin Fever Ch. 05



It was now over four weeks since THAT Friday night.

Kay had thought about it on vacation. It had been really raunchy. A night of desperation, madness; a night of depravity, the like of which she had never known. She really couldn't stop herself. She was filled with raging desire. What should she have done? Exercise some control, she knew. She felt she had betrayed her mom and dad and all the morals instilled in her. It could have been so much worse -- better? So she must have exercised some control. 

It wasn't just the night. It was the whole week building up to it; the sexual tension; the three of them talking; teasing; arousing; experimenting; the game; the release; the guilt. That week she had done some things that when she thought of them even now, she blushed. She knew it was wrong. One because it was a sin and two because there were three of them involved and that wasn't natural -- was it? She began to question the beliefs that had been drummed into her since birth. A relationship was made for two people; couples she knew that; even so, the idea of the three of them excited her. It was a journey of joint discovery; a sexual safari -- which was now over; though she tingled when she thought of it. 

Her thoughts drifted to her vacation. As she lay on her beach towel in the baking heat, feeling it burn the guilt from her body and infuse a feeling of relaxed wellbeing throughout. She had thought to herself; everybody experimented with sex and that's all they had done, but she knew it would be viewed a lot differently, if it ever became known I her insular narrow minded town. Maybe it WAS time to choose between them as Pam had suggested; but how could she choose, they were equally lovely. She had decided to put it to the back of her mind and enjoy a vacation without the complication of sex.

The Sunday was spent reacquainting herself with her twin 'cousins' Brad and Jenny. They weren't actual cousins but their parents had known each other for years and they would always visit each other or go on vacation together. They'd grown up together. This year they were all staying for a fortnight, in a large villa that Brad and Jenny's parents owned, not far from The Florida Keys. 

Kay awoke early Tuesday morning for her swimming practice. She dressed in a navy blue one piece bather and swimming cap. She felt that her hair was becoming a nuisance especially with all the swimming she was doing and had decided to get it cut the next day when she went to the salon with Jen. After swimming and a light breakfast, she settled down with her book on the back porch of the villa by the pool. Brad and Josh his father were busy over by the trees, removing some.

Kay watched from the sun bed as Brad tackled a tree. The double bladed axe bit into the trunk, causing triangular chunks of wood, to spit onto the grass. Brad's muscles strained and rippled each time he hefted the axe, to hew the tree. His energy was immense but he would take occasional breaks to recover his breath. He was flushed, with beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, arms and back. He wiped his forehead with his arm and occasionally took sips of lemonade.

As Kay read 'Jane Eyre' she could hear the rhythmic, dull thud of the axe against the tree, all else was quiet. This had a soporific affect. She found herself dozing as she read and eventually lay the book to one side. As her eyelids switched between open and closed, she found herself watching Brad launching blow after blow into the tree. It was quite stimulating. 

She had never thought of him as a man before. They'd known each other for so long and were more like brother and sister, but she could see now he was extremely attractive. In fact he was a younger, bigger version of his father, who chopped at the other side of the tree, alternatively. She began rocking her crossed legs to the lazy beat, which made her tingle. After several minutes she realised she was becoming aroused and immediately felt embarrassed and guilty. What on Earth was she doing? She stopped herself and looked the other way. This started her wondering if she was depraved in some way or was it, as she hoped, just her hormones, at this time of the month?

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Her life was in turmoil she started wondering if she was becoming obsessed with sex as she found herself thinking of sex or looking for sex situations almost all the time. After the vacation she had begun work at Mr Goodiner's store. She felt there were sexual undercurrents there; nothing specific but Iona her work colleague was sometimes quite suggestive about people, including Mr Goodiner himself and although Kay had never experienced anything personally, she was aware of his wandering eye. Maybe she was pre-judging him because of what Donny had told her regarding seeing him looking at her panties in church. She wasn't sure though she had observed him looking up her skirt a couple of times, which may have been accidental. Even so the circumstantial evidence seemed to be building up against him. She hated that. People being found guilty just because a mixture of unrelated and often poor quality 'evidence' is pieced together to make it appear true. A need for justice was built into her character.

Another disturbing 'symptom' if you can call it that had arisen. Since her vacation she had been plagued with dreams of a sexual nature. She realised the cause; the weeks before, what she had witnessed, what she had done and Brad.

At bed time whether because of the heat or not she didn't know, a kind of delirium took over her and she would wake wet and sweating from some of the most vivid erotic dreams. There were frequent occasions when she had masturbated feverishly after having a dream. She couldn't stop herself. It seemed as if the more she attempted to suppress her desires the more lewd the dreams would become. 

She could clearly recall in detail 3 dreams:

Dream one: She is at the beach with Brad which she had been on vacation, stripped naked. They notice a pontoon and decide to race out to it. Brad wins the race and hauls himself onto the deck as she swims alongside. Kay is too self-conscious and stays in the water. He sits on the side with his large recumbent cock laying on his thigh, his legs open. She knew he had a large cock as she had seen it when they where at the beach. They talk but she is distracted by activity at the other cove, mainly to stop herself looking at his appendage. She looks out to the cove but knows she must turn round sometime. She thinks "Why not? We've known each other years". Then braces herself. 

She treads water turning to him. He looks away his arms by his sides, hands pressed on the pontoon deck. She can look at leisure up his hairy thighs to where his testicle sack nestles at the top, his cock lazily pointing at her. She bobs between his legs, his knees either side of her head. As he feels the soft skin of her face on his thighs he looks at her, just as she begins licking his scrotum, the reaction is immediate and his prick lifts like a slumbering dinosaur roused into action. 

His legs widen and she reaches with both arms to pull his lower body towards her. The end of his penis points at her moistened lips and she tenderly nibbles on it. This continues for a while until she opens her mouth and devours more of his cock. He is ecstatic, bucking his hips into her face and rolling his head in pleasure. She rolls her tongue around the large head and feels her mouth stretching, he is so big. She is wet between her legs and not only because of the seawater. She can taste salt on her lips; from him.

He withdraws from her mouth and eases himself into the water with hardly a splash. He stands facing her. Bringing her body against his, she feels the tautness of his cock bolt upright against her flat stomach. He dips his two strong arms into the water gripping her thighs and raises her up so that he can position his penis at the entrance to her vagina. With a warm push he penetrates her, thrusting ever more into the depths of her body; filling her as her legs desperately cling to his back and buttocks; pulling him in with her heels and hands. She can feel little warm wriggling sea creatures tantalising her clitoris, as she grows to her climax. It comes; a tsunami of delight; followed by waves of pleasure and passion. She feels herself drowning in the soft foam and it feels good.

She always woke up from this one, highly charged usually having an orgasm.

Dream two: Brad's mortorbike is riding itself with Kay stretched back naked on the seat as Brad lays on top of her, dressed in his leather gear; black leather jacket, pants and boots with buckles. He even has a black leather covered cock. There heads are completely facing the opposite direction to the handlebars, which are steady as a rock. She grips him as they zoom along the highway, wind rushing over her body making it tingle in every nerve ending. She holds his black leather covered cock in one hand just managing to get her fingers around it. She then guides it to her opening, before thrusting it into herself. This dream is so perverted and pleasurable she had even had this whilst awake using Donny's lamp/dildo but the resulting masturbation must have been so noisy, her mother had come into the room wondering what was wrong. Kay had been in such a sweat that her mother assumed she had a fever and she was treated for it. Thankfully she never noticed the disassembled lamp.

Morning's after this one Kay really started to think she was a pervert.

Dream three: Which probably stemmed from Kay's love of horses. There is a full moon and a clear sky. She is sat in front of Brad on a horse that is galloping along a beach. She is naked except for a pair of bejewelled high heeled shoes that glint in the moonlight. He is completely naked and erect against her buttocks and back. She lifts herself to offer him a better position for his entry into her. With one hand he dips under the arch of her thighs. Her buttocks are white against her sun kissed skin. She sits on him so he can pump into her from behind. The feel of the animal between her legs, coupled with him gripping her hips and thrusting into her, make it fantastically erotic for her. His hands are fondling her breasts and nipples which are hardened by the warm wind blowing into her. Her hands are gripping the leather halter tightly her fingernails digging into her palms. She can feel her clitoris rubbing against the warm sinewy horse flesh, at its shoulders and neck as Brad repeatedly pushes into her. The ride goes on for miles and miles until she is leaning with her head into the horse's neck, her arse upward as he slides in and out with long, wet lengths. His penis glistens in the moonlight. Eventually she comes with the smell of the horse sweat and sea permeating her nostrils, cooing into the horse's ear.

Although Brad had starred in all the preceding dreams, sometimes Donny or Matt would replace him but it didn't make her feel any better of herself. This constant dreaming and unintentional almost feverish masturbation, made Kay feel as if there was something odd about her. It carried on for days and was making her moody. 

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As Kay got herself dressed she had another flashback to her vacation. She thought about the 'pamper day' when Jen and Kay went to the Salon in town. Kay was pleased her period had ended and with it the pain and bloated feeling. They entered through the glass door and draped net curtains. The receptionist was a blonde girl, heavily made up. She welcomed them and asked them to complete a form for the programme they would be following. It was hair, manicure, pedicure, massage and make-up, for both.

They were greeted by personal assistants who would take them through their programmes. First they had to undress and don a white gown. The place was more like a gym than a hair salon with booths, tables and chairs throughout on tiled floors. Various ladies sat under driers drinking coffee and some stronger beverages.

They started with the hair stylist and Kay decided she would prefer a 'bob' cut. This would be so much more manageable and as the stylist Claude said, would suit her High cheek bones and facial features perfectly. He was 'sooo' happy when she followed his advice. Jen decided upon a trim only.

They read magazines detailing the latest celebrity divorces and misbehaviour which for Kay was quite a change from the restricted reading and conversation she was used to. Jen and Kay chatted and laughed at the gossip.

After the hairstyling they had their nails taken care of, which took them to lunch time. 

The afternoon brought a long, deep, relaxing massage that released every knot and tightness in their bodies. They were left to relax together on beds and eventually Kay brought the conversation round to Brad's appendage. 

"Oh you mean Brad Dexter's Magnificent 7." Jen laughed.

"Sorry?" Kay responded.

"Well you know his middle name is Dexter, right?" Kay nodded. "His tool is nicknamed the Magnificent 7."

Kay still looked puzzled. Jen sighed and began the explanation.

"Brad Dexter is the actor nobody can name from the original movie. Dad must have been having a joke, when he named him." Jen rolled her eyes. "And of course the '7' is for its length!"

Kay smiled. Unbidden thoughts came into her head from the more inquisitive side of her nature. She knew she could say anything to Jen and to Brad for that matter. So she decided to satisfy her curiosity.

"Do you know if he's used it?" Just the thought was making her voice tremble. 

Jen shrugged.

"I guess, a few times." She smiled an eyebrow raised wondering where this was going.

Kay wriggled on the bed, nervous but eager to pursue this further.

"I was just wondering that was all."

"I understand your curiosity. It's natural." Jen smiled. "I'd be curious, the strict upbringing you've had. Look Kay it's no issue to me, ask away. We tell each other everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything!"

Kay blew her cheeks out.

"It's just - it's so big ..... in his trunks!" She added. 

"Well I never Kate!." She pretended shock at Kay; ribbing her. "I guess it is. But to be honest it gets a lot bigger than that."

Jen looked unfazed. Kay was stunned.

"How on Earth do you know?" 

"I said we were close. We've lived together a long time, you get to see things."

"I suppose you do." Kay looked distracted. She couldn't believe she was talking this way to Jen and about her brother.

"With more than one girl?"

"Huh! Oh I guess so. Yes a few, on dates, at parties and things."

"So he's had sex then?" Kay didn't want to stop talking. "Full penetrative sex that is?"

"Yes. He has. "

"How many times?"

"Gosh! a few. I don't know how many." She looked quizzically at Kay. "Why? What's your interest? Have you?"

"Well not really." Kay thought. "Why have you?"

"Mmmm! Now that would be telling." But Jen offered no more. "Anyway I asked first, have you had sex?"

"Not really?" Kay said nervously, looking about.

"Not really? What then? Hand job? Blow job? 69?"

Each time Jen said something Kay became slightly more aroused.

"I don't like to say really."

"I've told you about Brad."

Kay leaned in closer to Jen and whispered.

"Well ..... I've made them cum."

"Them? So more than one." 

"It's Donny and Matt."

"Ahhh! I thought as much. I'm not surprised." Jen lifted herself up on an elbow. She knew of Donny and Matt from conversations she'd had with Kay in the past. "Did you suck them off?"

Kay shook her head and blushed.

"Well I sort of masturbated with them."

"Hmmm nice." She looked quizzically at Kay, put her hand to her mouth then burst out. "Not together?"

Kay reddened 

"Oh you rude girl!" Jen teased. "I'm very impressed I have to say."

Kay felt a mixture of embarrassment and pride at least she had some experience to talk of."

Later Jen returned to the subject of Brad.

"How come the interest in Brad's cock all of a sudden anyway?"

"Just curiosity really." Kay tried to make light of what she was really thinking. "I didn't realise it was so big, until yesterday."

"You wanna see it in anger when he pulls the foreskin back and that big bell end. It's massive. "

Kay was speechless, recovering she managed to gasp.

"How could you possibly know about that?"

Jen laughed and placed her finger alongside her nose.

Their personal assistants arrived which broke up the conversation. It was time to get dressed and be picked up by their mothers. 

The conversation with Jen had just made Kay more intrigued about Brad. But she was clear in her mind that she must exercise restraint and not get involved with Brad in any sexual way, even in fantasy. It would be too shocking. 

If only, she thought coming back to reality.

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The day was bright and Kay was excited. Donny and Matt had returned from their expedition yesterday and she had not yet seen them. They must have been exhausted from the trip and she could hardly wait to meet up with them this afternoon. Kay was still getting over her own vacation some two weeks after; this had surprised her. She had also started working at Mr Goodiner's store, which was not without its surprises.

Donny and Matt fresh back from their vacation sat and played with the Playstation in the cabin, a CD played in the background. The boys had had two weeks at home without Kay followed by two weeks away; hiking, climbing and camping. An organised group from college had gone to the wilds of Alaska for an activity break and the boys had progressed from hanging around thinking of her on vacation, to being too exhausted to even think about sex! Something never achieved by prayer and meditation. They had missed her and Kay had missed them equally.

They both looked up as the door slowly creaked open; then jumped up when they saw Kay's long shapely leg appear. She stepped in and they were awestruck.

The first thing they noticed was that her long hair was gone. She now had it cut in a 'bob' style. It made her appearance more sophisticated, emphasising her long neck and high cheekbones. She was dressed casually wearing a white jacket of some man-made fibre over a white cotton singlet. She had on a maroon Lycra mini-skirt and matching tight shorts, which came to just above her knee. The outfit was completed with maroon heeled slip-on shoes. She looked stunning in a cheerleader-ish sort of way. They stood speechless admiring her and she felt both flattered and slightly embarrassed at their staring.

She was then enthusiastically accosted. A series of friendly cheek kissing followed. She felt the familiar hard muscles on their bodies as she embraced them. They were both tanned and weather beaten to a degree but their eyes sparkled through. Wellbeing oozed from them. She felt invigorated, just seeing them. Eventually breathless, laughing and flushed, they sat down. There was a moment or two when Kay just looked at the boys and smiled. They grinned back, all happy to be together again, as if nothing had happened between them.

"It's great to see you." Kay said. She stood to remove her jacket, revealing her bronzed shoulders and arms; her left adorned with a wristwatch, her right with a thin white gold bangle. Around her neck she wore a chain of the same material that supported a cross, which disappeared under her white cotton vest, nestling between her firm breasts. 

"It's so good to see YOU." Matt almost groaned with desire emphasising the 'o' in the 'so'. "You look simply gorgeous. So different. Your hair ..."

"Why thank you." She said, touching the bottom of her bob with the palm of her hand. "I had this done in Florida."

"It's marvellous makes you look so... so ... elegant." Said Matt with so much enthusiasm.

She curtsied, smiling.

"Why thank you kind sir." There was a hint of mockery but it was well meant. 




Cabin Fever Ch. 05



Donny rummaged in his bag and brought out a bottle of wine. He touched the glass bottle.

"Not icy but still cool. Let's celebrate!" He said, then patting the bag. "Plenty more where that came from." 

Donny had brought the wine to ease the tension between them which would exist following their final meeting. Matt and Kay retrieved some clean glasses, from the cupboard on the far side of the wall. Matt turned to Kay.

"What've you been doing? Had a good time?" He was conscious, as was Kay, that this was the first time they had met since THAT Friday night and there was an element of nervousness, tinged with guilt about them all. Matt and Donny had discussed the night and could not decide how she might react to the whole episode.

She blinked her long dark lashes and fixed him with her green eyes. 

"It's been interesting." She said and there seemed to be more but she never elaborated and Matt decided not to pursue it. They both rejoined Donny.

As they talked there eyes wandered, taking in the slight changes they saw in each other but also reacquainting themselves. The wine eased the tension there had been and they were almost back to there normal relationships, without a mention of the Friday episode. She looked at them happily, as they related their exploits on their own vacation. She noticed how fit they looked and somehow more mature; more attractive.

Matt talked enthusiastically about their time away. It had been hard at times particularly climbing in the cold but immensely challenging and enjoyable. They had slept in bivouacs; walked miles; kayaked in streams; fished for food, sledged and climbed sheer cliff faces. They hardly had time to think about anything but the job in hand. 

Matt did not mention that for the two weeks preceding their vacation all Donny and himself had talked about was that Friday night and how they hoped it would be repeated. In fact he was quite surprised that Donny hadn't suggested something by now. Donny, Matt knew only to well was sometimes like a dog that 'humps your leg', unable to restrain himself. He could see Donny's eyes all over Kay, as she flicked her hair and touched her face, in the shy way she does. Her shyness partly stemmed from them having been separated for so long but could equally have been because of the Friday night, Matt thought. He had felt some trepidation about this meeting realising how awkward it could be. He couldn't blame Donny ogling her really because as he had been talking, he couldn't resist glancing at her breasts and legs and feel thrilled she was there listening to him. So sexy! 

Kay laughed as Donny interjected with some comment about Matt sliding in dog shit but swearing it was mud, except it smelled to high Heaven. Matt still protested, but Donny said everyone else avoided him, until he cleaned his boots in a stream.

They sat for a long time, talking and drinking, occasionally one of the boys would change the background music. As they talked and drank Donny began to feel really horny seeing Kay. For the 2 weeks Kay was on vacation, before his own, he had nearly blinded himself with the amount of self-abuse; employing his two favourite sexual organs, his cock and his brain. He had found the whole week stimulating and the Friday a pinnacle of sexual desire. He couldn't wait to see and feel, Kay's lovely body once again if that were at all possible. He found it difficult to control himself. He wondered if he had one of these psychological diseases like Tourette's which mean you can't control yourself. Out of the blue he said.

"Kay I promise, I'd forgotten how lovely you really are."

"I'm shocked!" She said appearing hurt. "How could you have?"

She held her hand to her mouth.

"What?" He asked, seriously; missing the twinkle in her eye, perhaps too aware of the awkwardness of the situation.

"Why forgotten of course!" She laughed at her mock conceit, as did Matt nervously.

"Ha ha! Very funny." Donny said but laughed, as he couldn't stay mad with her, even if she had made him look foolish.

They talked more aided by the warmth the cool wine released. Donny produced a second bottle and the boys spoke more of their terrific personal journeys; Of the camaraderie; Of Matt slipping and Donny catching his rope and pulling him up. Matt said his life flashed before him; Donny said he saw Matt's arse flash before him as he fell. Similarly Matt rescued Donny as he fell into a freezing river with his full kit on and had to be pulled out using a tree branch before he froze. Kay told them of riding on a swamp buggy over the everglades, watching alligators and visiting the keys. 

Daring to risk being the butt of her humour, or sounding gay Matt said.

"I love your outfit." 

She smiled accepting the compliment kindly and looked up at him her green eyes hooded then said.

"Thanks I got it last week in town. It's good for sports and stuff." She flicked the hem of the skirt revealing more of the shorts beneath. 

Donny who had been eyeing Kay's legs for a while asked.

"Is that one of those detachable skirts?"

Kay looked down to the skirt.

"It is actually." She looked back to his grinning face. She was slightly flushed with the wine.

"Well?" He said with an enquiring tone; his head to one side, lips pressed together lower lip standing proud, eyebrows raised. She looked at him knowingly.

"You want me to detach it?" He nodded and she turned to Matt. "You too?"

"We've missed you Kay." He beamed back at her. "Of course!" 

"What if somebody comes in?" She asked. Matt looked at her thighs.

"They are only shorts after all." 

It was true but it started to feel like the week before her vacation again. All the soul searching and angst that she had gone through seemed to evaporate.

She stood up and reached for the side opening. She looked through the window towards the house and noticed a trellis covered in branches and leaves several yards away that blocked the view from the house to the cabin. 

"My idea!" Announced Matt smugly, anticipating her question. "Gives us some privacy."

Kay approved, pressing her lips together and nodding her head. 

With a deep breath and one swift movement she pulled the skirt away from the shorts. She lay the skirt over the back of the settee, pulled her shorts up tighter and smoothed the front with her palms, exhaling slowly. Donny and Matt were open-mouthed at the sight. She stood straight and tall her upper body looking like an upturned triangle from her broad shoulder to her narrow waste. Her breasts standing proud in the white cotton singlet, a white satin bra strap just visible on one shoulder. She breathed in and a slight gap between her singlet and shorts, revealed her bronzed belly button, above her oh-so-tight, long maroon Lycra shorts. Every curve was emphasised and there was no VPL. 

"Is this ok?" 

The boys assented, unable to speak.

She walked around familiarising herself with the cabin, as they had obviously been making changes. The pine walls were decorated with posters from movies, some on the verge of risqué. She looked at one, revealing a scantily clad female superhero and turned to Matt, looking surprised.

"They haven't tended to bother us, while you've been away." He explained of his parents.

"Hmm! I wonder why." She replied and turned back to the posters then walked on, followed by their eyes. 

They stared at her firm rounded arse, each buttock caressed by the taut material. With each step her long bronzed legs, thighs encased in maroon Lycra, showed the definition in her calves, and thin ankles. The heels of her shoes rapping the wooden floor, gave off a hollow sound. She arrived at the CD player and looked to the boys.

"Do you mind?" She asked referring to changing the CD, both said 'no problem'. 

She bent to look at the CD rack and if possible, gave an even better display of her arse. Donny and Matt looked at each other, their eyes rolling with expressions of pain and desire. She picked a dance track with thumping bass riff and turned to the boys. 

"Anyone fancy a dance?" She asked as she swayed to the music, arms aloft.

Unusually Matt got there first and danced opposite her as Donny watched the spectacle. Kay began grinding her butt. Donny clapped appreciatively.

"Hey Kay -- you been practicing!" 

She continued dancing, her back to him.

"I did some on vacation."

"It certainly shows." He said displaying his admiration and wondering to himself 'who with'! 

Matt stood back and watched appreciatively.

"What else did you do?" Came Donny's question eventually, laced with innuendo.

She looked over her shoulder at him raising her eyebrows, offering only an enigmatic expression. 

Matt meanwhile took the opportunity while her eyes were diverted, to look at her breasts through the singlet, her nipples were prominent. He then looked down over her flat stomach, a two inch strip of bronzed flesh, just noticeable above her shorts; to the cleft between her legs, accentuated by the seam running through the middle. The material was again stretched taut. As she rolled her hips, the triangular shape of her vagina was clearly visible. He could feel himself getting aroused.

"Tell us more." Said Donny suggestively feeling that her non-committal response hid something he would be interested in.

"All in good time." Kay responded, turning back to Matt; only to catch him ogling her. He blushed which made her smile and she pushed him with her hand, playfully. This made him feel better.

Donny stretched out on the futon still enjoying Kay's butt wriggling and jiggling. He sipped his wine with one hand and pressed his steadily stiffening penis through his jeans, with the other. 

The dance went on for a good ten minutes until the pair became breathless. Finally the track ended and Kay pecked Matt on the cheek. A slower track started and Kay said.

"I fancy a sip of wine, how about you?" Matt nodded and they went to the settee. 

They all lay quietly with their own thoughts, enjoying the music, drinking and looking around occasionally at each other which usually brought a smile. The heat warmed the cabin which made them relax further.

Donny on his front spoke to Kay.

"Tell us about your trip, we've told you about ours!" She smiled. 

Shafts of sunlight blazed through the window, illuminating even the furthest part of the cabin. She sipped her wine, the blazing light reminded her of the first day of her vacation. 

She had watched the crowded beach. Brightly coloured costumes, bodies all shapes and sizes but surprisingly the vast majority lean and fit; not so many of the burger munching, super-size behemoths, with bellies hanging over their "Speedos", like Buddha's sitting on their beach towels, their bodies piled like doughnuts, one on top of the other. 

She remembered the chattering noise from the beach was hardly discernable above the waves, breaking on the sand. It created an ambient background to her dozing state. This and the heat created a near mystical experience. For a long while she had drifted in and out of sleep. 

Eventually her eyes had opened and through the heat haze, she once again surveyed her fellow beach brethren through shimmering air, to the shining silver sea. She had licked her salted lips and reached for her water bottle hidden from the sun's burning rays beneath her beach bag. She pulled the top off and let the cooling liquid trickle down her parched throat, as she supported herself with an elbow. 

Across the white sand, shrivelled seaweed, trapped near a spigot, shivered subtly in the breeze. Adults stood with children, washing the sand from their bodies and bathers. Lovers embraced on sunbeds and towels, as a beach volleyball game erupted over a disputed point. Paradise must be something like this she had thought, except for the occasional period pain to remind her of her humanity. 

"Kay are you with us?" Matt asked, leaning towards her.

She shook her head, to clear it.

"Sorry I was just thinking about the vacation." She smiled apologetically.

Donny who was blatantly fondling himself, almost leered at her.

"It must have been an interesting thought!" He said.

She flashed him a glance, aware of his inference, then smiled and said. 

"I was just reliving a lazy day on the beach, by myself." She chided. "On my OWN."

Donny just laughed but mildly irritated, asked sarcastically.

"So were you 'on your own' all the time?"

She met his gaze.

"No. No I wasn't." She sipped her wine and felt a glow through her body. Matt drew her attention.

"You tell us in your own time ... that is if you want to?" He touched her forearm. 

She placed her hand on his. 

"No it's ok Matt, Donny's right. I'd intended to tell you anyway."

This brought Donny to full attention. He could read her so well and knew she wanted to get something off her wonderful chest. He thought this as his eyes drank in the white cotton covered orbs.

"Right on! Tell us everything." He couldn't conceal his hard on as he sat up to face them. They all looked and laughed. "...especially the sexy bits."

"You'll never change." Kay said and rolled her eyes. "Anyway there may not have been any. I may not have felt so inclined especially after THAT Friday."

Her voice caught in her throat and the boys looked in despair, as there worst fears appeared to be confirmed. She had mentioned it but was it negatively or positively? They just couldn't tell but felt the latter. She raised her hands.

"Well the early part of the week I spent reading 'Jayne Eyre'".

They looked confused, unsure of what to expect. She realised and said. 

"Ok -- no teasing." She sat back stretching her legs out ankles crossed. This emphasised the mound between her legs, to the boys satisfaction. She noticed Matt adjusting his pants. "I met up with Jen and Brad - my parent's friend's kids. Not kids you understand, about our age. I'll relate this like a story. I know you'll prefer it that way."

Matt and Donny shrugged ok. She sipped her wine, which Donny topped up, then went on to relate what happened. 

"I was on the beach alone as Brad and Jen, had gone for a swim. Later they came running up the beach to their vacant towels either side of me. Brad was first his powerful body striding away from Jen. His muscles rippled, and flexed as his strides ate the yards from sea to where I lay; his thighs and arms like pistons The black hair on his body and legs was spread flat interspersed with droplets of water drying on his toned skin. I could see his even teeth as he beamed a brilliant smile at me. Gasping, he dived down onto his beach towel, with energy, shouting Touchdown!"

"You didn't pay much attention then?" Matt cut in slightly peeved.

Kay patted his hand as if placating a child. 

"I said I'd been reading 'Jayne Eyre'." And smiled.

Donny cut in irritated.

"Shhh Matt let her speak." 

He scowled. She continued.

"Jen slowed deliberately as she closed in and winked at me, gripped her bare left foot, hopping. She said she thought she'd stood on a jellyfish. Brad came to see disbelieving but she skipped away from his grasp to the other side of me. He dived and gripped her ankle; his chest on my back, pressing lightly. He apologised, but said that it had to be done.

I could feel the pressure from hard muscles on his chest and powerful ribcage. The water dribbled and was refreshing on my back, cooling my slow cooking skin. I exaggerated my distress to make him release Jen, but he would have none of it. He just shouted. No way. I know you two. 

So I turned round under him and managed to pull his arm away but only after pressing my breasts into his chest.

Donny and Matt's eyes widened. Kay noticed and just shook her head admonishing them.

"I didn't find it stimulating, if that's what you think!"

The word 'stimulating' got Donny going and he looked pleadingly from Kay to his engorged penis, which was without doubt trapped within his jeans that had not been manufactured to support an erection. Kay gathered that he wanted permission, so shrugged, as it was none of her business what he did. Donny opened the button on the waistband of his jeans and unzipped the fly, to release his cock. Kay smiled and faked shock. Matt observed this but offered more restraint leaving it in his pants. She continued.

"He retreated. Defeated he rolled onto his back and calmed his breathing. We all giggled. Eventually Jen asked what I fancied doing.

Jen had long auburn hair that hung down to the straps of her orange and yellow floral patterned bikini."

To Donny and Matt she said. 

"I know you like the details."

Donny replied enthusiastically.

"We sure do."

Kay continued.

"She's a pretty girl with blue eyes and light freckles on a fresh complexion. Her eyes twinkle playfully, betraying her intelligence. It's impossible to be angry with Jen she's so full of happiness and energy. She has her mother's colouring, Brad has his father's. 

Brad is so sporty but also excels in academic work. He's studying a business degree but for all that, one of his ambitions is to work in the Third World and try and improve the lot of the underprivileged."

This was too much for Matt.

"He sounds like Bill Gates and Mother Theresa rolled into one." 

Kay put her finger to her chin, as if in deep thought.

"Hmmm! He is pretty much.... But much more."

Donny once more told Matt to be quiet. Kay continued.

"They began to dry off. Brad wrapped a yellow towel around his waist and removed his trunks. I looked up at his rippling body, six pack and could see the only bulge in the towel was from his manhood. It was quite prominent." She felt a little embarrassed but wanted to be truthful. "So that was the start." 

She stopped to see the impact this had. She sipped her drink. She looked both boys in the eyes and said.

"You do want me to tell the whole truth don't you?"

Danny nodded eagerly Matt less so. Matt felt jealous of the way she spoke of Brad. For some peculiar reason he did not feel it of Donny probably because he was his best friend but Brad was an unknown and Matt wasn't too happy. Kay saw this.

"Are you sure, Matt?"

"Yes .... it's fine. Go ahead." He answered immediately. He felt he was being stupid.

Donny looked strangely at him, shrugged and said.

"Please go on, Kay." His hand in pocket.

This now had both Donny and Matt's rapt attention. They were definitely aroused. She sipped her wine then continued.

"Later that day Brad heaved himself up from the water and stepped on the side of the pool. I looked up. The black hair on his chest ran down to his small navy trunks, which struggled to contain his manhood. As he paced towards Jen and I, I could see a large tubular shape forced to one side of the trunks. I closed my eyes tightly, forcing myself to exercise some self restraint. 

He said 'That felt good' looking down at me then Jen.

I had to look up, focussing on his face.

'Refreshing?' I asked. He rubbed the base of his spine with his hands, drawing my eyes to his trunks and bringing a lump to my throat.

'I think I'm just getting over the tree-felling'. He said. Then he laughed." Kay paused.

++++++

Kay smiled winsomely and sipped more wine. She wasn't certain but thought she caught both Donny and Matt looking at her crotch area. She knew they enjoyed this, she lay back adjusted her shorts and crossed her ankles to make sure her crotch could be seen to best advantage. They took the opportunity offered. She continued.

"He lay on the sun bed next to me, resting on his elbow. Jen shouted for him to have some sun block and held the bottle over me. 

Brad reached across and his forearm brushed my nipple causing a tingle through my body. This was a new experience. He had touched me in the past innocently and I had never reacted but now it had an effect on me. He squirted the white liquid on his chest and stomach and slowly massaged it in as I watched. The act was quite erotic.




Cabin Fever Ch. 05



We all lay and I took the opportunity to look at him soaking up the sun. His skin was bronzed, his body firm. Each time I looked down at his crowning glory. It strained against the material of his trunks. After about 10 minutes in which we talked little. Jen shouted.

'Need a hand on the back?' He nodded and said if she wouldn't mind?

Jen got up and walked to Brad. She poured sun cream on his back then straddled him and sitting on his buttocks. She rubbed the cream on her hands and his back then began kneading it into his shoulders and down his back. He smiled, eyes closed but facing me, in obvious pleasure. Jen took a handful of cream, and as she moved off him, pulled his shorts down and slapped it on his naked butt. 

He jumped, wincing, with the ache from his earlier tree felling. Jen ran to her sun bed prepared to defend herself. Brad stood up and facing me scraped the cream from inside the back of his trunks. All this did was to accentuate the bulge in front.

'Right!' He shouted, causing the parents in the house to look out. 'You're for it!'

Jen ran with Brad in hot pursuit. I was glad they had gone as I was once again getting aroused, with his display. Jen dived into the pool followed closely by Brad. They laughed and frolicked happily for several minutes until returning to the sun beds, were they flicked water on me. Jen pushed me on Brad as he lay on the sun bed. We rolled and I could feel his bulge against my skin. He rolled me on my back with his legs between mine and Jen on top of him. He held my arms down on the grass, as I struggled and laughed. 

I could feel him against me and at that moment I wished he was doing what you two had on that Friday."

Donny and Matt looked at each other at this point, they were both hard. This was the first positive mention of that randy Friday night. They had confirmation at last that she'd enjoyed the whole experience, which meant hopefully -- more to come! They felt elated. She stopped.

"What I'm going to tell you now, you must swear you'll keep secret." She knew it was unnecessary but felt she had to say it. Donny and Matt felt hurt she could even ask this, and she apologised then continued.

"I tried ever so carefully to position myself against his cock, to gauge if I got any reaction." She cast her eyes at the floor as she said this bashfully.

"Like a scientific experiment." Matt interjected and Donny looked daggers at him.

"It was naturally getting harder, even as he tried to hold himself off. He was having major difficulty as Jen was on his back and he couldn't (or wouldn't), pull away. I kept it innocent while feeling him slide against me. I laughed but this was interspersed with sighs of delight. 

Eventually he gave up trying to shake off Jen and we lay, with Brad the meat (and quite a sizeable slice), in a sandwich. I felt him hardened against me. We were all breathless but for different reasons (I think). Then Jen from above started bouncing on Brad. Whether intentional or not I never found out. Each time she pressed him down I felt him pressing hard against my legs. I couldn't stop my legs from opening further for him each time and feeling him pressing right onto my clitoris. I could feel the shape of him big and hard against me. I was so excited.

When we separated, Brad stayed face down, for fear, as I well knew; he embarrassed himself; especially as the parents were calling us to get ready for a trip.

I had become aroused again and knew it was wrong. I had to stop this now. It just must not be allowed to take a hold."

She paused for a moment and looked from the floor to the ceiling and then at Matt smiling.

"Both families went out for the rest of the day and there was no time or circumstances for anything to happen, which suited me fine. Brad had seemed quite reluctant to go anywhere near me; maybe a little ashamed of what had happened earlier, I thought. On the night we were all so tired from the touring that we all had an early night."

Donny was openly masturbating. He thought, even Matt must agree it was undoubtedly arousing having a girl tell you a sexual experience, whether you were involved or not. He looked across and Matt was masturbating in his pants, almost reluctantly. 

"Oh you rude girl!" He laughed. 

"Matt! Matt!" It was his mother shouting him. They all jumped up and franticly arranged their attire into some semblance of order. Kay managed to get her skirt back on and Donny hid the wine evidence, just before Matt stopped his mother at the door.

"Your father wants you to go to the base with him to pick something up. He's waiting at the front."

Matt looked back at Donny and Kay. His mother misinterpreting his action said.

"Oh don't worry Donny and Kay are welcome to stay for as long as they like." She smiled.

Matt looked daggers at Donny. who shrugged and shared a smile with Kay.

"Thanks Mrs Jones. We'll play some music then go." He looked to Matt. "If that's ok? Not too loud of course." 

Through gritted teeth Matt said.

"Sure thing, enjoy yourself. What's mine's yours, dear friends." There was no joy in his comment.

++++++++

When they had left, Donny and Kay burst out laughing. 

"Did you see his face? He was so pissed!" Donny said this, with his hand on Kay's shoulder to support him as he was bent double. Kay started recovering.

"Oh poor Matt!" She felt for him. "We were nearly got caught though. That could have been quite shocking."

Donny steadied himself 

"What're we gonna do?" He asked.

"What're you wanna do?" She was slightly horny from talking about the vacation. "I suppose we could put some music on for a start."

Kay went to the CD and chose more dance music, that seemed to be written by somebody with autism, it was so repetitive. Donny took this as an encouraging sign so decided to test the water.

"You can take your jacket off for a start..." Said Donny. Kay raised an eyebrow. " ... and the skirt. Where were we?"

"Well I'm not continuing with my vacation exploits until Matt's here." Kay said.

"Ok!" Donny replied. "Let's dance then."

Kay smiled and removed her jacket, followed by the skirt. She once again tugged on the waistband of her shorts, which neatly displayed her labia to Donny's total satisfaction. She walked to the player and put on some music. She began dancing as Donny joined her. She ground her hips as she had earlier and Donny made no secret of his ogling her. He slapped his thigh and made guttural sounds whenever she jerked her hips at him. He moved his hips to her trying to press into her. The track ended but they stayed where they were. 

Another track ended and they were now facing each other. She looked up at him seductively and he clamped his mouth on hers. They kissed for some time and then she inserted the tip of her tongue into his mouth. He accepted it and returned his own. Their bodies pressed against each other. His erection was against her, begging for attention. 

Donny ran his hand over her backside, squeezing and sliding his hand between the back of her thighs. He felt the warmth and dampness there. She held her head back and rocked it slowly her lower body available to him. Her nipples stood proud, under her bra. Donny slid his hand over her back and up to her left breast to feel the tender mound and hardened nipple. She groaned as he ran his finger and thumb around each nipple.

He took the opportunity to start kissing her neck. She responded positively and then captured his lips with her own. They kissed again for a while as he ran his hands over her breasts and down to her firm buttocks. The music masked the sounds of whimpering and groaning that only they could hear. There was a kind of desperation about them having been aroused earlier and not having seen each other for so long. He was erect and began edging her to the futon. She didn't resist but slid the palm of her hand over his stiff cock through his jeans.

She lay back on the futon making herself comfortable by adjusting the cushions. He immediately lifted her singlet and began sucking her nipples, which drove her wild. He shifted his head from one to the other nibbling and tasting each one. He loved the hardness of her nipples which he rolled in his mouth and nibbled lightly. She writhed beneath him her legs bending and straightening, squeezing her thighs together, until he slid his hand over her flat stomach, under her waistband. There was no resistance and her legs opened to ease his access. His fingers found her clitoris below the soft hair. His immediate reaction was 'no panties!' He looked up to her. She smiled and her eyes widened, acknowledging the fact. He knew now today she had come for action. She released his trapped penis and began sliding her hand up and down it, paying special attention to the rim at the end. 

She opened her legs further to allow his fingers access to her private place. This was not quite wide enough as he wanted to insert three fingers. She assisted him by pulling her labia apart near the wet opening. He managed with some difficulty as it was quite tight. He looked up into her face and she smiled then her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She tossed her black 'bob' and moaned. His fingers slithered into her. He loved the warm smooth feeling inside as she enveloped his hand. His fingers moved in and out as she squirmed and groaned with pleasure. He moved back to her clitoris easing his fingers between the long fleshy lips. His thumb rolled the rosebud of hardened flesh that made her moan in delight.

He removed his hand and attempted to pull her shorts down they came down an inch or two showing wisps of her pubic hair. She gripped his hands to stop him but he detected she was using all the willpower she could muster to stop him, and thought if he pushed it, he might get further. He kept pulling until her full pubic area was exposed. He stared with desire as she struggled ineffectually to recover herself with her shorts. He could see the black hair covering the mound of Venus below her flat bronzed stomach. The hair was neat though flattened where it had been pressed against her shorts and it displayed the clearly defined split where his fingers had just been.He pushed his face down and kissed and breathed in her sex, before jerking his head back.

She stared into his eyes with a mixture of annoyance and vulnerability in hers. He wasn't sure if she was annoyed at her own weakness or at him. Unsure and concerned she might stop the whole business, he eased off. She pulled her shorts up tight with a look of satisfaction and concern. He wondered if she was concerned at how far she might have been tempted to go. Nothing was said. They were breathless and sweating.

"I thought you might not want your shorts stained." Donny gasped, tongue in cheek.

Safe now but panting she smiled.

"I'll worry about that

He removed his hands and lifted himself between her legs, positioning his cock along the seam of her tight maroon shorts. He held her hips at first then placed his palms on the mattress to support himself. She smiled and adjusted herself by pulling herself wide open, so that her clitoris received the pressure from his cock. He pumped onto her and she responded likewise. They clutched and sucked at each other. 

The music changed and the tempo increased exactly fitting the frantic mood. Donny thrust onto her shorts and could feel the build up of his semen ready to explode. Her hips gyrated as she tried to ensure her most sensitive area was stimulated properly. Hr vagina was on fire. She was getting quite used to doing this and knew how to gain her satisfaction. She felt her own build up and suddenly it was there; wave upon wave of warm silky pleasure, coursing through her body, as she reached her climax. She moaned and bucked which tipped Donny over the edge. His first spurt reaching her stomach, the rest soaked into the top of her shorts. 

Kay held him close as he rested upon her. She ran a finger through the back of his hair and looked at the wooden rafters on the ceiling. She sniffed in the smell of pine from the cabin mixed with Donny's shampoo.

"Matt's going to be so upset with us." His voice was muffled as he spoke into her shoulder.

"Why?" She asked looking down to him.

"Well... kind of doing this behind his back." He looked at her face.

"What about THAT Friday?" She asked.

"Yes ... but we were all there then." He explained, emphasising each word, as if she was a little simple.

"I'm not talking about the night." She said. "I'm talking about when you had to wash the Dean's car."

"Wha..."

"Matt and I went behind the stage in the hall." She was so matter-of-fact about it.

Donny lifted himself up.

"You sly devils! Nobody said anything." He didn't know whether he should or could feel annoyed. "What happened?"

Kay sighed.

"He came in my panties. Don't be angry, we intended to tell you, we must have forgotten." She placated him.

Donny shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not angry, why should I be?" He lay at her side and cleaning himself and her shorts with a tissue. "But when I tell Matt, about us, I'll make sure he is!"

Kay pushed him and said.

"You are rotten!"

Later after listening to more music they dressed and then headed off home.



Cabin Fever Ch. 06



Matt wasn't available until later that night, so met Donny and Kay in the local coffee bar. Donny was smartly dressed for a change, in casual trousers loafers and designer T-shirt. Kay was wearing a thin red dress, pale stockings with a sheen and black high heels. 

A group of friends from college congregated with them exchanging vacation stories, before they all decided to go to a dance in town. En route they bought some liquor to take with them. 

All during the night either Donny or Matt would touch her discreetly. She knew they were intending to get her aroused and she did not object to the attention. They would 'unintentionally' squeeze her thigh near her stocking top; caress her back or tickle it lightly, knowing the stimulating effect it had on her. She admonished them playfully taking their intimacies in good part. 

The students secretly used the plastic 'glasses' to pass around their contraband. This increased the humour amongst them and loosened their tongues and limbs. Donny had more than his fair share of drink and was more than a little merry.

Sometime during the evening Donny must have told Matt about the afternoon which wound him up. He had been tetchy with Kay until she had words with him, reminding him of their own private episode.

"Anyway...." She said to him. "...you and Donny masturbate together when I'm not there. You told me."

He quickly looked around to make sure nobody could hear her then held his palms up to signal a truce. That was the end of the matter.

++++++

The dance hall was open to all ages so had a wide variety people in it. Some were military personnel who knew Matt. They talked to him and commented how attractive Kay was. 

"She your girlfriend, Matt?" One called Red asked.

"Yeh we're friends and she's a girl." Matt answered. 

Matt and the servicemen looked on. The alcohol had obviously gone to Donny's feet as he gyrated wildly with Kay, who laughed at his antics but tried to keep him under control. 

"That's not what I mean and you know it." Said Red.

"Well yes she is." Matt said defiantly.

"Well I'd watch your buddy he's sure dancing close." Said another called Chip.

"Yes well that's because he's retarded and needs special care." Matt informed them, seeing a way of paying Donny back.

"Oh gee! Sorry." Chip said remorsefully. "I didn't realise."

The dance was ending and one of Donny's friends pressed a plastic cup unexpectedly into his hand. This proceeded to collapse upon contact, sending the liquid down the front of his pants. He hopped back receiving a cursory apology from his friend as he passed drunkenly by. He escorted Kay to where Matt and the servicemen were standing. He was holding his pants at the front and walking in a disarticulated manner. 

The servicemen acknowledged Kay politely and she responded equally so. Donny spoke but was so drunk, slurred his words and was unintelligible. Matt turned to Red and Chip.

"See what I mean?"

Kay looked puzzled. 

Chip was unsure how to react then said.

"Mighty sorry ma'am."

Kay looked even more puzzled but found it in herself to smile and nod to him.

Turning to Kay Matt said.

"I think we better get him home. Don't you?"

"Yes I think we had." She replied taking hold of Donny's arm.

Ever ready to assist the servicemen offered their help in escorting them home, which they politely declined, insisting that they go and enjoy the night. It was only about 10 but Donny being decidedly worse for wear and they called a taxi to head for the cabin. It was still reasonably light.

In the taxi Kay sat between Matt and the now drowsy Donny.

"What was all that about?" She asked Matt who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

He explained what he had done and Kay laughed but chided him gently saying he was 'awful'. Donny slumped to one side and Matt took the opportunity of placing his arm around Kay's back. He could feel the silkiness of the dress and through that her bra thin strap. It was exciting and intimate. She turned to him and with one eye to check the taxi driver wasn't looking, kissed him on the lips. His other arm came around her waist and then moved up to her breast. She whispered in his ear to be careful and nodded toward the taxi driver.

"It's dark-ish." He answered and continued his exploration, fondling her hardening nipple. She moaned into his ear and he kissed her neck. As she moved the material in her dress and stockings rustled which added to the sensuous moment. The taxi driver glanced in his mirror and Kay moved away from Matt quickly enough to prevent him seeing anything.

In this town Kay and Matt knew to be very wary of the taxi drivers, as word would travel far and wide if anything untoward occurred. For the rest of the journey they remained separate only holding hands.

++++++

When they arrived at the Matt's house Donny awoke groggily from his sleep. Once the night air hit him it seemed to bring him round. He smiled at Kay and Matt his arms around their shoulders. 

"What happened to the dance?" 

As Matt paid, the taxi driver said.

"Best get him to sleep it off."

"Yes I will." Matt responded politely knowing that was not on the cards.

Once in the cabin Donny perked up and within a short time was able to speak intelligibly. 

Kay was determined to complete her vacation story, curtailed on the afternoon. 

"Now we're all here together again." She said and blushed slightly but persevered. "I think I should complete my vacation tale. I'm going to be really truthful here so want you to respect that." 

Both boys agreed and Matt opened bottles of cider for them all to drink. It was a reasonably warm night and Matt wore his shorts. His blonde haired legs were muscled and red where they had been scraped in a few areas, but still looked good Kay thought.

"Will I enjoy it?" Asked Donny refusing a drink. "I think I've had enough."

"Maybe." Replied Kay then added ominously. "It depends."

"You know what I mean!" He said.

"Probably - knowing you." She said but looked nervous and unsmiling.

They all sat down, she took a deep breath and started.

"In the second week Jen and I had just made up and dressed, finishing our breakfast cereal, as we watched TV. It was again bright outside. From the distance we heard a roar of an engine approaching the house; as it shifted gear. We all rushed to the window to see who it was. The rider wore a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, although his face was obscured by a black helmet and visor it was obviously Brad. I felt a rush of excitement through my body and placed my cereal on the table. As I told you earlier today I didn't want to, but was becoming really interested in Brad, I just couldn't help it." 

She looked at there faces to judge their reaction. It was not good. Matt looked crestfallen though Donny was more nonchalant. She reached out for their hands, taking one in each of her own.

"You two weren't there." She threw back her head as if clearing it. "I must continue, I promised."

She continued. 

"Brad switched off the engine and parked the bike. Removing his helmet he came through the now open door, beaming. Everybody was excited. He turned to my mom and said 'Ok Aunt May, you first for a spin?'

Mom blushed and began protesting her fear and lack of desire, though I detected she was flattered by his offer. My dad laughed at her coyness and said that he thought Brad was asking the wrong one. He pointed at me and said I would be more suitable, but to be careful!

Brad said not to worry he'd ride like a pensioner and flashed his winning smile, winking at me. Then he asked me if I fancied a spin around the Keys.

Jen sensing my hesitance grabbed my arm, to snap me out of it. So I nodded my head, barely able to speak. I wasn't quite sure what I was feeling but it contradicted my intensions for the vacation. I had always associated motorcycles with men. The thought of being in such close proximity to Brad made me feel warm but uncomfortable at the same time."

Donny and Matt exchanged glances which Kay deliberately ignored before continuing.

"Jen was hopping with excitement. And said I must go and that Brad was a great biker and I'd have a fantastic time.

Everybody was watching me. So I said I'd love to go but what did I need to wear? My dad said I'd need a helmet and Brad said there was a 'skid lid' on the back. Then he looked me up and down, which made me shiver and said I'd be fine as I was and that we'd be back later. He held out his hand and led me to the bike. They all cheered and my mom clapped excitedly, saying she was proud of my bravery.

Brad handed me a black helmet with orange and red flash on the side that matched the design on the petrol tank. I had no trouble putting it on over my newly styled 'bob' haircut. I smelled the newness of the leather and tied the strap under my chin. Brad mounted the bike and kick started the engine, the noise invading the peace of the gardens. He stabilised the bike with both feet on the ground. I climbed onto the back which was set higher and caused me to slide down to him. 

I was slightly nervy and set back from him. He stopped revving the bike turned his head and asked if I could hear him ok, shouting over the engine. I shouted back, that I was fine now. Smelling the engine and oil for the first time, added to the masculinity of the bike.

Then he gave me a few tips. He adjusted his helmet slightly so I could hear him clearly. He said I was to relax, not to sit there as stiff as an old board; lean and go with the bike; if I felt uncomfortable pat his side; try not to fidget at low, or high speeds; during braking I'd lunge forward so prepare myself by either gripping the grab rail at the back or move my hand to press the tank which will take off the strain; and hold on to him when he accelerated. I remember it all even now."

Matt and Donny nodded, impressed. She continued.

"I deliberately relaxed myself and put my arms around Brad, he released the throttle slowly and to a chorus of cheers that were soon drowned out, manoeuvred the bike up the drive and away. I could feel the strength and tension in his chest muscles and back. My legs gripped his buttocks and thighs and the feeling was wonderful."

Matt raised his eyebrows at Donny.

"He spun out onto the main road through town, which was fairly clear. The sun beat down on our exposed arms as he rode out into less densely populated areas. I could see the flats in the distance. The road ahead looked clear, as we approached a bridge. Brad turned slightly and shouted, to ask if I was ok?

I patted his hard chest and stuck my thumb up in front of his face. I couldn't see but felt him smile. Then he said ok let's see what this baby can do.

I felt him kick then turn the throttle with his muscular naked arm. I gripped him firmly as we accelerated rapidly. Nearing the end of the bridge I could see a small island and a causeway stretching for what seemed like miles. Again this was clear of traffic and I laughed as he increased his speed, the wind tearing at our clothes. It was so exciting as we sped over the flats and sea, at such high speed, my soft arms, legs and body gripping this hard, firm man. As he approached the next larger isle or key, he began to slow, as there was traffic ahead. 

He manoeuvred the bike around several cars, leaning and weaving through the traffic, which caused me to momentarily panic and grip him harder. Once through he reached the next causeway, he turned and shouted to ask if I was enjoying it. How much I was enjoying it I couldn't describe. Again I raised my thumb to him. He said good and asked if I wanted to go again. 

The straight and empty causeway ahead challenged him to conquer it. Again I signalled with my thumb.

As he thrust away, I leaned into him further and as I moved my hands felt the cotton material slide over his firm chest and stomach. His arm jerked the throttle further and the cooling wind whistled through our clothing as the sun shone off the passing water. The feeling was so good and I knew without intending to, I was getting aroused. I couldn't help it; sat with my legs spread apart on the seat; pressed up against a man whom I'd admired for years, my arms encircling his well developed body; my breasts against his back. I could feel my nipples hard and protruding, probably due to the wind. The speed only enhanced the whole experience."

Kay was sat opposite Donny and Matt. Donny once again began to fondle his cock, through his trouser pocket. Kay just smiled and continued.

"After about an hour of riding, Brad pulled into a roadside café for a coffee and break. I waited until he had both feet on the floor and used the arm he offered to help myself dismount. My breast brushed his elbow, though he didn't react. I removed my helmet as I waited for him to park up. I was conscious my nipples were sticking out through my T-shirt; this wasn't helped by two leery youths making undisguised comments about me. This stopped as Brad's commanding and to them menacing figure approached. They vacated their seats and disappeared into the distance.

He asked obviously unaware of my predicament, if I was ok. I said I was fine. I saw no point in mentioning the incident and started rubbing my bottom. I told him I was a bit stiff and sore but enjoyed every minute of it.

He laughed and said that it takes a bit of getting used to or perhaps I needed more padding and nodded at my behind. I just said I'd rather not suffer.

Brad pushed open the glass and aluminium door, and indicated for me to enter. He was such a gent!"

"Is there no end to this man's qualities?" Matt cut in.

"Don't get jealous, Matt. He's a really nice guy." She paused and smiled softly. "But he's not you." 

Matt felt flattered and apologised. She continued.

"The café was fairly empty with only a couple of tourists in. Brad asked me what I would like and I answered an OJ.

The erection of my nipples had subsided somewhat but I still felt horny and slightly guilty for that. I was wondering if I was some kind of pervert, this was my 'cousin' after all, and I wasn't living in Tennessee!" 

Kay took a drink as the boys laughed. She paused.

"Don't stop!" Said Donny, fiddling with himself, Matt was doing the same. 

"Ok let me catch my breath." She said and continued.

"We arrived at a secluded beach after another half hour driving. Brad slowed down and asked if I fancied a break. Much as I was enjoying the experience I was ready, still feeling sore on my butt, so agreed. He hauled the bike near some rocks at the head of the beach and parked it up. 

We walked to the beach and looked out over the pleasant sea view. It was hot and it was a relief for us to remove our helmets. We were comfortable with each other even after the previous day's 'sandwich'. Then Brad asked if I fancied a swim. I was a bit surprised as we didn't have any swimming gear."

"Nice line." Matt said sarcastically, then realising his error, when both Donny and Kay flashed him angry glances. "Sorry! Sorry!"

He said raising the palms of his hands in defence. Kay resumed.

"He just said that it didn't matter and that we could go 'skinny dipping' as we'd done it before. I thought yes, when we were 9 years old. He just said it'll be lovely we're near the Gulf Stream. 

So I looked around and seeing no one, said ok why not, it's deserted round here.

Brad ever practical said that we could dry on our clothing as it was warm enough and I agreed."

Kay took a sip of her drink, followed by a deep breath and continued.

"He started by undoing the buckles on his leather boots. I couldn't believe this was happening and sat a couple of rocks away from him and took off my boots. 

Not looking, I heard the tinkling of the buckles as he tugged at his boots. He removed his jeans next and stood in white T-shirt and boxer briefs, covering the large bulge at the front. As he lifted his T-shirt over his head, I couldn't resist and took a sideways look.

I removed my jeans. I was wearing, revealing sheer white panties. I felt embarrassed as he must have seen the dark patch of my pubic area; which I've only showed to you guys."

Donny and Matt nodded appreciatively.

"Then I thought, why should he bother he'll soon see me naked? I lifted my T-shirt over my head and was just in time to see him remove his briefs. I got a full on look at his firm slim buttocks and could see his black hair, creeping into the crease in his butt. Then I saw his penis hanging below his testicles, from the rear."

Donny and Matt fidgeted and looked at each other. They were either nervous or impressed.

"I unclasped my bra. 

I looked around but we were still alone. I stepped out of my white panties conscious as they were damp at the gusset. Brad turned toward me as I looked up. I could see his penis full on, the end hanging down below his balls; long and thick. I blushed slightly as he caught me looking but he ignored it. 

He asked if I was ready to go. I said yes and he said he'd race me to the sea, then sped off without a second glance. As he got to the waters edge he dived into the clear cool water and began swimming. I followed, my competitive streak taking over, all self-consciousness gone. He stopped and stood waiting for me, catching his breath. As I arrived we stood facing each other, I couldn't help sneaking a look through the clear water. It was so big! The water distorted his appendage."

"Was it bent like Matt's then?" Donny asked laughing.

Matt grimaced at Donny and Kay smiled sweetly, but placed her hand on Matt's arm reassuringly.

Donny returned to fumbling with his hand in his trousers. "Where you still excited?"

Kay nodded and said.

"Yes I was. I had kind of got an obsession about it."

She smiled but it was more out of embarrassment than humour.

"He then challenged me to a race to a buoy, in the distance. He was really happy. I dived and set off ahead of him. He followed and just managed to reach me as I touched the buoy. I was the winner! 

We spent some time cooling in the water and having fun."

"What kind of fun?" Matt interjected suspiciously. 

Kay looked at him disappointed.

"It wasn't like that. Just fun." She emphasised. "As we dived and swam I caught glimpses of his penis, which was becoming an unwanted fascination for me. Eventually we noticed that the nearby beach was starting to fill up and Brad thought it wouldn't be long before our 'own' beach would start getting visitors. With this in mind we headed back for the beach, as we didn't want to get caught, naked.

We swam back and raced to our clothes. The sea water dried leaving salt residue on our naked bodies, in the sunshine. Brad used his T-shirt to wipe the moisture from the cracks and creases. Drying between his legs, I couldn't help hear his large penis as it slapped against his thigh."

She reddened and sipped more cider.

"We sat and talked as we baked dry like seaweed among the rocks. 

We talked about plans for the future and stuff. We were relaxed, though I occasionally peeked at his big penis as it lay on his thigh."

She felt she had to apologise to them.

"Sorry guys! It just was."

Donny by now had given up any pretence of hiding what he was doing. He had removed his trousers and was sat in red briefs, which he rolled down to free his erect penis. He kept a cushion nearby to make sure he could cover himself if necessary, though he was going to dive behind the futon if they were interrupted. 

Matt also had his penis poking out of his pants and was slowly easing his foreskin back and forth over the end. Even though he found himself jealous of this Brad he still found her confession stimulating. Kay was not unaffected by the sight of them both and moved to the best position for squeezing her vaginal lips. She rocked her legs, the swish of her stockings could be heard, adding to the excitement. She continued.




Cabin Fever Ch. 06



"Are you enjoying this? It certainly looks like it." She asked. They both nodded. "Well I hope you're not disappointed with the ending."

Both Donny and Matt looked at each other but shrugged unseen by Kay.

"We eventually dressed. Brad with large wet stains on the front of his T-shirt said that it would soon blow dry on the ride. He pushed the bike to the roadside and kick started it. 

I was so horny and climbed on the back snuggling into him my hands across his chest and stomach. He released the throttle and set off homeward, back to the lodge.

As he concentrated on the road, just the feel of his rock hard muscles under his wet T-shirt aroused me. I was wet and I don't mean from the sea. I said I'd be honest."

Donny speeded up enjoying this revelation.

"The thought of the close proximity to his ample penis sparked me off. As he sped onto the causeway I gripped him and could feel the thrill deep inside me. My hand couldn't help move about the front of his body as I squirmed in the seat but I knew I must be careful not to give myself away."

Both Donny and Matt were thrashing themselves. Donny moved to the settee beside Kay. She reached down at his invitation and took hold of his cock, stroking it steadily. Then she stopped and said in sudden realisation.

"Don't come on this dress."

Donny saw his opportunity and pounced.

"Take it off then."

Kay smiled shaking her head at Donny then shrugged and asked Donny to unzip her at the back. He did revealing a narrow black bra strap. She stood up and let the dress fall to the floor. She bent to pick it up and Donny could see the material of her black thong, nestled inside the crease of her butt. She walked to the table to place the dress on it. 

Matt and Donny's eyes followed her every move. Black suspenders attached to her thong, held the dusty pink stockings upright. At the top of the stockings was a two inch thick band of pink silk gripped by the black poppers. As she turned back they could see the black diamond shaped patch covering her modesty, surrounded by black lace material. At the top centre of the panties was a pink satin bow, directly below the one on her black lace bra. Both Donny and Matt couldn't believe how lucky they were having Kay back amongst them. 

"We are ok aren't we?" Asked Kay nervously. "I don't want anybody catching me liked this."

"It's OK. Dad and mom have gone to bed." Replied Matt to which she mouthed 'Good'.

She sat down as they drank in her beauty and continued the story.

"He asked if I was alright and I thought he'd cottoned on to me. I had a lump in my throat. I swallowed and said I was fine just enjoying the view.

He accelerated and the G-force made me cling further into him, if it was possible. My breasts were rubbing his back, causing tingling. My nipples are so sensitive. As he hit a ton I had the most powerful orgasm envelope me. I shuddered and lay my head on his shoulder. He must have felt it and asked again if I was ok. I nodded my head, against his back. I said I was and he said 'good'."

"Wow!" Gasped Donny, his penis was twitching in his fist. Kay looked at him, he seemed to be in a permanent state of erection.

"Donny you're insatiable." She said and laughed with her hands over her mouth.

"I'm a natural healthy young man." He nodded to Matt. "And so is he."

She leaned over and clasped her arms around them. They could smell her beautiful heady perfume.

"I love you both." 

Both of them kissed her on her cheeks and neck. She gripped their penises with each of her hands, and felt the slime on her palms. They slid their hands over her silky legs and butt.



"I was a bad, BAD girl, I thought.

We continued the ride until we arrived back at the lodge. I dismounted with Brad's help. 

Jen ran to greet us, excitedly. She asked where we'd been, adding she thought we'd be back ages ago. Then said to me I looked like I'd had a good time and had I enjoyed it.

I said it was tremendous and that I'd never experienced anything like it before. It was so stimulating and exciting. Jen just smiled and said I know what you mean Kay. I knew you'd love it.

I smiled but was not sure what exactly Jen meant, but certain it couldn't have been what actually happened to me. Then she said that Brad took her one time and she felt the same as me. I just thought surely not!"

Kay looked at the two of them hard at it.

"I feel left out of all this." She complained. Both boys looked up. Donny was the first to respond.

"Why don't we move to the futon? We can all get on there."

"Ok." She stood up and strode to the futon. Donny stared at her naked buttocks, Matt at her sexy front. She sat on the futon and Matt stood up. She lay back on the cushions and drew both legs onto the bed, elegantly. Matt moved and lay on her far side, Donny on her right.

The music was only background, but created an atmosphere, conducive to love making. She turned and reached for Matt's head and started to kiss him open mouthed.

Matt leaned back when he got a chance.

"Sure you're ok?" He asked naively.

"That Jen sounds like a sexy bitch!" Donny said.

She nodded her head, smiling, but to which comment they didn't know. She turned to Donny and started to kiss his mouth. All regrets about morals vanished.

"Hmmmm!" She groaned. "Would you like to hear the rest?"

Matt stroked her thighs and Donny her breasts through her bra. They both nodded. She lay back.

"On the Thursday Jen and I were talking late on, we were sharing a bed." She looked down at Donny. "No not like that." 

His hand was back on his cock against her side.

"... I've watched you looking at Brad she said then asked did I really fancy him. Jen didn't beat about the bush."

Donny laughed at Matt and Kay rolled her eyes at his inane sense of humour.

"I said I thought it was more fascination than fancy and that I had a couple of boyfriends at home – you two.

She asked what was it then...she drew a long breath and whispered harshly...his cock?"

Both Donny and Matt found Kay saying this stimulating and she noticed.

"I asked her to be quiet in case someone overheard. She reminded me that the walls were too thick for that and not to worry, then pressed me for an answer. I said no. I was relieved I could say it. I said it was following that ride on Thursday, when I saw it completely naked. It just looked...I didn't finish as my mind drifted to the sight and I found myself getting warm down below."

Donny moved his hand to her thong. His finger searched and found the hair lined slit. He met no resistance. He slid his fingers to the damp opening to moisten them and dragged it back up to her clitoris. He rubbed the nub gently and she began rolling and gyrating her hips. Matt alternated between sliding his hand up and down her stockinged thighs and working on her breasts, gently kneading them.

Kay valiantly continued with her tale, breathlessly interspersed with groans. 

"Jen warmed to the subject emphasising the words HIS BIG COCK!" 

Kay groaned as she said this and Donny slid two fingers into her.

"I said yes, big cock (groan) and we both giggled, like little schoolgirls. Then she asked if I wanted her to arrange something for me, with Brad. I couldn't believe this. Though the bedroom was warm I started shivering my breath caught in my throat. I said 'What?' and she said casually did I want some time with him up close and personal. I looked to see if she was joking. She wasn't. She then said that Brad liked me. She then promised that he'd do anything for her (Jen) and she meant, anything. I looked at her and she was nodding."

Donny could feel how wet Kay was getting. His hand was soaking wet. It slithered in and over her sex exacting a pleasurable response and power. She writhed but continued her voice occasionally breaking up. 

"I started going dizzy and my teeth began chattering. I asked stupidly what could we do and where. She just said, you could do anything, everything and you can do it right here.

I went to speak but she stopped me saying she'd sort it out and for me not to worry. She then said she'd even stand guard for us.

I cuddled myself to try and stop shaking. I was soaking between my legs in excited anticipation. I am now. Jen seemed as excited as me. Then she said, just act normally if anything happens, it happens.

I couldn't respond I was far too horny and just wanted to be left alone with my thoughts. I decided then if I got the chance I would take it."

Kay was stroking Matt's cock, as she was heavily fondled by both of them.

Suddenly Donny said.

"My God! Did you fuck him?"

Both Matt and Kay were surprised at the bluntness of this but immediately warmed to it. Kay was breathless and groaned as Donny pressed into her.

Matt's cock head was now soaking wet with a white froth on top. Donny was wetting her hip with his. She was soaking and groaned.

"Oh my God!" Donny yelled.

"Shhh!" Both Matt and Kay said thinking they'd heard somebody. They all stopped moving to listen, but there was no sound. 

"Let me finish." She said irritably, then in a more conciliatory tone. "Please!"

Both boys returned to fondling her; Donny rubbing her clit whilst; Matt now had two fingers in her. They kissed her all over. Donny sucked her nipple.

"The last night we all went to a party. I was all in black; mini-dress, underwear and hold ups, with stiletto heels. When we came back we had a few drinks and when it was time to say good night. Jen arranged for me to meet with Brad in our bedroom, she waited by the door, outside.

Brad and I started kissing and it was weird as I had never felt that way about him before. We were heavy petting for what seemed like ages. He removed my dress and his hands where all over my breasts, which drove me wild. He slid his hands down my panties and opened me with his fingers, I was so wet. Like now."

Both boys could feel how.

"He took his pants off and his huge stiff cock came out. I managed to get my hand around it and began masturbating him. I decided I wanted it."

Both Donny and Matt stopped and stared at each other momentarily.

"We moved to the bed and I removed my panties. This was the first time I'd removed my panties in front of a man – even the two of you. I was on fire. He said he had a condom, but his naked cock head was slithering around my clitoris. At that moment in time, I just wanted him inside me." 

Donny tried to slip her thong down, on the pretext of getting better access for his fingers but he really wanted to emulate Brad. She halted him with her hand and he stopped.

"Please don't." She directed this at Donny then continued. "He stopped and stretched a condom over his penis. He opened me with his fingers ensuring I was receptive enough and I was.

Then with the condom over his COCK he positioned it right at the opening of my vagina."

She paused and took a deep breath, looking first at Donny then Matt. Who displayed a mixture of excitement and shock. 

"I was so nervous. I was concerned about his size." She stopped and looked to the boys. "Oh guys you know I've never done anything like this before." 

She was upset but could see they were engrossed in what they were doing, so carried on.

"He slid his latex covered tip into me gently, just the end, I think. I felt it stretching me open." She paused again sighing. "But I truly ached for more. I ran my hands down his back to his butt, in an attempt to pull him deeper into me."

Matt exploded onto her thigh. 

"Oh God sorry!" Matt cried out. " I... I..."

He was embarrassed. He found a tissue and began to wipe the stocking he had discharged on. Then Donny followed suit mainly on the other leg but splashing the back of Matt's hand in the process. He jerked his hand away and his leaking cock fell onto his shorts discharging the remains. 

"Donny for God's sake....." Matt cried as he fell from the futon to the floor, his hand covered in Donny's cum.

"Sorry." Said Donny.

Kay's legs looked a mess and she began wiping herself off, silently. She felt alone. She had wanted to tell them and didn't even mind them taking pleasure from the story but she wanted them to understand what a big step this had been for her. The boys lay back staring at the ceiling. It seemed the enormity of what she had just revealed had hit home to them. Kay eventually broke the silence.

"Sorry about this if it spoils it for you." She was peeved. The boys turned their attention to her totally.

"To complete the story; Jen burst into the room. She was whispering hoarsely that we had to get out of bed as her mother was coming. She was frantic. 

Brad pulled away and ran naked except for the condom out onto the balcony. I was frightened but frustrated. I searched for my panties and pulled them on. He climbed down the balcony into his own room. It seemed funny afterward, as the condom was hanging limp from his cock."

Nobody laughed.

"Jen's mom can't bear her husbands snoring and can't wake him, when he's had a drink; so decided to sleep in our room."

Donny looked at Matt quizzically then at Kay, as if he cared about Brad and Jen's mom at a time like this. Kay looked embarrassed.

"Sorry!" She said, timidly and then was quiet. But it never registered with either of them which part she was apologising for.

Kay felt too ashamed to tell the boys that she lay in bed afterwards and masturbated about what might have been and had been having dreams involving Brad ever since. She felt as if she had cheated on them. The mood was sombre.

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Matt was first to realise Kay was upset. He turned to her and put his arm around her. She had her head in her hands.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

She explained she felt like she had cheated on them. 

"I feel I'm becoming a slut."

They both turned to her and comforted her explaining it was just a part of growing up and that all young people with their teeming hormones went through it. Donny ended with.

"....especially when you're as repressed as we are. "

This lightened the mood a little as both Kay and Matt laughed nervously but knew it to be true.

Then Matt who had been thinking for sometime trying to find a way to cheer her up said.

"You're still a virgin then?" He stared at Kay. "You're still a virgin!"

"I don't know.... I guess .... technically." She was confused and upset. Donny put his arm around her.

"Don't worry you're still a virgin." He paused then said. "That's if you want to be."

She realised she was at a different emotional and maturity stage than the two boy's. Men she corrected herself and wondered if men actually continue to grow emotionally after they reached the age of 18. She was beginning to think they stopped at the age of 11 or whenever they had their first erection.

She looked up and smiled at Matt, understanding he was trying to help her. 

"It's not just the act of sex it's the emotional side to." They all sipped their drinks. "I guess I thought I would wait for the one right person who I loved. This was just lust."

"Do you regret it? It not happening I mean?" Asked Donny interested in the more prurient aspects of the subject.

She rolled her eyes at him, not angry but guessing his intent then ignoring him continued seriously.

"I feel I've let everyone down. My parents, the pastor, Brad and Jen, their parents and YOU." 

"You are young. You were experimenting." Matt swallowed his jealousy he thought with amazing maturity. "We are ALL experimenting!"

"How long does this experimenting last? When are you just being loose? Letting yourself go? You know what we're taught?" She responded still upset.

"Yeh! But who says they're right and the rest of the world is wrong?" Said Donny

"How can you give advice?" Said Kay. "You're always horny"

They all laughed at this and Donny couldn't disagree but retorted.

"Anyone for more experimenting?"

Kay had had enough for the night and even though she had become aroused declined. She had unburdened herself to the boys and wanted them to think about what had happened before anything else transpired between them. She felt it best to head off home and so they all cleaned up and went home.



Cabin Fever Ch. 07



Kay was in work on the Monday morning relieved that she had told the boys about her vacation experience. To be honest she was glad to get it off her chest. Unburdening herself to someone else was cathartic. She wasn't sure what would happen between them all but at least they knew the truth. She put this out of her mind and concentrated on work.

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There was definitely something going on, something weird at Mr Goodiner's store. She wasn't sure what it was but there were little clues. Iona had mentioned Mr Goodiner's bonus system but never explained how it worked. One of the most surprising things she had learned was how MRS Goodiner was the brains behind the business and not her husband. This was surprising as she seemed so mild and reserved but Iona had explained that she was very different at home and in business than the facade she presented to the outside world.

On her first day Kay had arrived at the store at 8:30 prompt. She wore comfortable camel coloured loafers but also had in a bag a white pair of trainers with deep soles, ready for a day ahead that would probably mean she would be on her feet, none stop. Blue Wrangler jeans and white T-shirt completed her ensemble and underneath she wore a set of pink satin underwear. 

She was welcomed as she arrived at the store by Mr Goodiner himself, dressed in a 3 piece, green tweed suit and next to him was a pretty, dark, Italian looking girl called Iona. She was about 28 years old, smaller than Kay, with a prominent bust. She wore a light blue overall. Mr Goodiner introduced her to Iona and said she would handle all Kay's 'on-job' training, after the induction by himself. 

He constantly sucked mints to disguise, very poorly, the fact that he smoked cigars. This was evident from the stale sweet smell of his clothing. He showed her once again round the main store area and then down the cellar.

The cellar directly below the store, was quite light and airy, due to the fact that light travelled in from smallish thick glass windows situated all around the edge of the recessed store floor that formed the ceiling to part of the cellar. He still needed to switch on a light to show her the storeroom; a large room with shelves on all sides which had a large table in the centre. The cellar had several brilliant strip lights in the centre aisle that ran along to the next building, the butcher shop also owned by the Goodiner's. These were usually kept switched off 'to conserve energy' he said but Iona said it was because Mrs Goodiner was mean. The light for the aisle or tunnel was usually supplied by some low-energy wall lights which were not particularly bright. The walls were made of brick, forming a sort of tunnel with several arched supports equidistant from each other. Further down the cellar there was a locker room built of MDF for changing and storing the staff's outdoor clothes, and personal affects. Mr Goodiner provided uniforms. 

The uniform was little more than an overall, of light blue cotton material with the name 'Goodiner' on the pocket. It had a button down front with narrow lapels and a foot long split up the back, to make stretching and movement easier. The overall had a single button at the bottom of the split to retain some modesty for the wearer but this defeated the object and so often it was left undone. Kay's freshly cleaned uniform was hung on a wire coat hanger in a polythene wrapper next to her locker. Inside were 5 more, folded neatly and wrapped likewise. "One for each working day of the week." He had said. "We like our staff smartly dressed at all times." She was informed that it was the staff member's responsibility to clean each uniform before next use. Her locker was such that all her uniforms could be hung in it, at the start of the week. 

Mr Goodiner left her to get changed and said he would meet her near the storeroom. 

She closed the locker room door and opened the metal locker. She undid the laces on her loafers and removed them while sitting on an old brown wooden chair. Next the brown leather belt was unclasped and after unzipping her jeans she pushed them to the ground. There was a long mirror on the locker room door and she caught sight of her reflection standing in white T shirt, pink satin panties and white cotton ankle socks. She turned slightly looking at her behind and legs checking the definition of her calves. 

Her hair was now much shorter and more manageable since having it styled into a bob on vacation. She pulled the T-shirt over her head, before finally getting into the overall and buttoning it up. She sat and pulled on her trainers, displaying her panties as she crossed her legs while tying the laces. 

She looked about the room to see a couple more grey metal lockers stood by her own and a few posters on the walls. She noticed a row of windows high up and as she turned her head back out the corner of her eye, thought she saw movement. She looked back but it was nothing, however it was enough to give her the creeps and she made for the door. 

Unknown to Kay, Mr Goodiner could see the whole scene and performance as he stood outside of the locker room. He watched through a window high up on the wall by standing on a chair. He enjoyed her slim, but physically strong body being shown to him bit by bit as she stripped down to the pink coloured satin underwear. It fed his lust. He drank in the rounded, pink peach of her panty clad ass as she bent to remove her jeans. The sight of her, stretching her hands above her head to remove the T-shirt, exposing all of her lightly bronzed lithe body and the contrast with the pink and white of her clothes, made him rub his cock through his trousers. Her breasts sat up looking perky cupped by her pink bra. It was all Mr Goodiner could do to resist pulling out his cock and playing with it. As she had made to put on the uniform he quietly moved away to the storeroom, their agreed rendezvous. 

The main thing she liked about the overall was that it was cool to wear (temperature-wise not fashion-wise) and it was about mid-thigh in length. She anticipated that it would become extremely hot in the store and the loose fitting nature of the garment meant that cool air would be able to circulate between it and her skin. 

She made for the storeroom, were Mr Goodiner waited.

"Oh that looks so good on you, made for you, made for you." His smile glowed with genuine pleasure. "I think you're ready for the customers now."

He led her to the stairs and being a gentleman ushered Kay first. She was conscious of what the overall might reveal especially with the spilt up the back and as she stepped up she held her hand across the bottom, climbing in a knock-kneed fashion.

Once into the brighter store she saw Iona dealing with a customer. Mr Goodiner greeted the lady and continued helping Kay familiarise herself with the inventory on the shelves. Strangely she was aware that she ended up in what uncannily was the same spot she had been in when interviewed, as he showed her the various items. She realised she was probably situated over the brass plate reflecting a view of her pink satin panties, but she didn't want to miss a thing and listened ardently, while crossing her legs.

As Mr Goodiner talked he made genuinely funny little quips, not racy or vulgar, but humorous and she found herself liking him, even if she was starting to think him a bit perverted for looking up her skirt. The customer left and he left Kay in the hands of Iona, as he needed to attend his butchers shop.

"So you're Kay -- he ain't talked about nothing else for weeks, singing your praises." She said in a friendly way but without a great deal of respect for Mr Goodiner. Even so Kay felt quite flattered that she had been talked about in such glowing terms but concerned she may not live up to his high opinion of her.

Iona had dark colouring very Italian looking. She was small with large breasts and wore the uniform of overall and trainers. She was very relaxed and had an air of tough, confidence. She gave the distinct impression though small she would not be pushed around. Her accent placed her from outside the town, from somewhere north. 

"I hope he's not expecting a great deal at first?" Said Kay, as she was apprehensive, this being her first 'real' job and not wanting to muck it up.

"Oh don't worry. He's a good boss a fair payer and extremely patient." She paused looked Kay up and down then added. ".... especially when you're a looker, like yourself." 

Kay felt quite flattered again even though she wasn't certain how to take the final comment. Iona changed the subject.

"Have you met his wife?"

"Oh yes." Kay nodded.

"What do you think of her?" Iona asked this in such a way it made Kay feel as if it was a trick question.

"I don't know really she's very quiet, keeps herself to herself." Kay shrugged.

"Hmmm! I thought you might say that." Iona looked at her steadily. "You're in for a surprise."

She paused and Kay didn't know what to say.

"She can be an old witch." Iona nodded to deflect any unspoken doubts Kay might have. "I don't know why he puts up with her."

Kay was genuinely shocked.

"I only see her at church. She's a timid little thing."

"Well you'll find out when you hear her in the store." Iona nodded as Kay shook her head in disbelief. "She has a voice that could cut glass."

Kay couldn't believe how she had come to have such a dramatically different picture of Mrs Goodiner, than Iona. She would have to tell the boys, when they get back.

Later on Kay discovered Iona was in a, if not unhappy, then an indifferent marriage. She said her husband cared more about cars, football and booze than he did about her and they held a healthy mutual disrespect for each other. 

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Days later Iona was chatting to Kay about the Goodiner's. 

"Oh he's alright, quite a good laugh in his own way. His wife is a harridan as I've told you." She leaned back against the counter, scratching the back of her leg with her foot. "Always on at him. Keeps a tight rein on the purse strings as well."

Another time she was talking about them. 

"They've no kids she couldn't have them." She grinned. "Not that I think they've had sex for a long, long time."

She grimaced at Kay.

"Oh please!" Kay wrinkled her nose, with distaste. "I should think not." 

Iona raised an eyebrow. 

"I know. But he's quite a nice guy really." Iona showed her tender side. "I feel kind of sorry for him."

Kay was surprised at Iona's kindly response -- maybe she herself was just being prejudiced because he was old. 

Days went by with Iona revealing more about the store. She again surprised Kay, though she had had her suspicions.

"Have you not seen the old man looking through the glass from the cellar?" She pointed to the windows on the floor. "Well I have and it's mainly at your legs or up your skirt maybe."

"No!" Kay was shocked. She had never noticed.

"Oh dear you are innocent aren't you?" Iona smiled. "Don't let it worry you he's ok. He looks but doesn't touch."

Kay was determined to pay more attention in future. She hadn't actually caught him red-handed but had no reason to doubt Iona. She had found him at the bottom of a ladder occasionally, having crept up behind her. He never did anything or even said anything sexual but it was a bit creepy she felt. 

She found that though he was 'pervy' as Donny had suggested, he was the opposite to what Donny and Matt thought of him in personality. He wasn't harsh or strict. In fact he was really quite sweet in his own way, apart from his tendency to be lecherous.

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So here she was two weeks later. 

She arrived at work on time and was now familiar with the routines and pretty much knew where all the inventory was stored. 

Iona was in already looking smart in her overall, in a clean sharp creased nurse sort of a way. 

"Hi Kay had a good weekend?" She smiled.

"Yes it was nice."

"Weren't your fella's returning this weekend?"

"Yes they got back safe and we had a night out."

"Good for you. I guess you have to make your own fun." She said this with a twinkle in her eye. "There's not much to do in this town for a good time."

"Oh I don't know." Kay replied not wanting to go into much detail. "But we were mainly catching up, talking about our vacations." 

One thing Kay had found was how tired she felt on an evening when she got home following work; particularly as she practised her swimming first thing in the morning. Having this job would probably curtail what social life she shared with the boys until the weekends.

"Just talking huh?" Iona said this with some disbelief. "Well as long as you enjoyed yourself." 

Several customers came through the doors as Kay opened up. They had a fairly busy time until about 10:30 when it eased off. 

"Phew!" Iona said, as she sat down on a bar stool near the counter. "Don't know about you but my feet are killing me."

She lifted each leg and rubbed her feet, through her trainers.

Kay was the other side of the store behind a counter and made her way across to Iona.

"No I'm actually ok." 

"'Must be your youth or your fitness." She looked Kay up and down as she approached. "You certainly have one hell of a body on you babe."

"Why thank you." Kay curtsied fanning out her overall at the sides. "You're very attractive yourself."

Iona curtsied. 

"Likewise I'm sure." She said in an attempt at an affected accent. She turned and flicked the back of her overall up revealing briefly her white panty clad butt.

They laughed together. 

Mr Goodiner entered via the front door, accompanied by his wife causing the revelry to stop. Iona glanced seriously at Kay signalling for her to busy herself.

"Good morning ladies." Mrs Goodiner said and although polite it had an edge to it. "How's business?"

She stood in the doorway overshadowed by Mr Goodiner but there was no doubt where the power lay. Her face was serious her mouth small, lips narrow and pursed. Her clothes were so dated though smart and she clutched a handbag through her arm. She looked matronly. The way she spoke was so unlike the lady that went to church on Sunday, Kay observed. The discussion mainly with Iona continued. 

Eventually she acknowledged Kay and asked her how she was getting on. The conversation was short and to the point. When she had finished she rounded on her husband.

"Make sure you check for that stock Richard." It was a command with no less authority in her voice than perhaps the Emperor Napoleon on the field of battle. "Today!"

She turned and left leaving Mr Goodiner behind, looking after her. More to ensure she had gone than for any other reason. 

There was a silence in the store crying out for somebody to break it. Mr Goodiner did so and the mood in the store lifted.

"We got off fairly lightly there." He said to Iona, as he sucked a peppermint "Must be in a good mood." 

He added and they both laughed.

He turned to Kay. Looking her up and down.

"And how are you on this glorious day?"

He was lecherous but pleasant and as Iona had said he kept his hands to himself.

"Very well thank you, Mr Goodiner."

"Good! Good!" He looked thoughtful, his finger tapping at his mouth. "I must go downstairs to check some stock for my good lady, as you no doubt heard her whisper."

He smiled emphasising his sarcasm then continued.

"Iona can you assist me please?"

She agreed. He turned to Kay.

"Will you be ok on your own?"

"Oh yes. No problem." Kay responded.

"Good! Good!" He proceeded to the door which led to the cellar, Iona followed.

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After about 15 minutes Iona and Mr Goodiner returned. He carried a small brown bag with him. He rubbed his hands together looking very pleased with himself. Iona followed smiling.

"Right that's good. All sorted. Mrs Goodiner will be pleased." He said this looking at Kay's legs for slightly longer than was necessary and added absently. "Very good! Very good!"

He snapped out of it and left, wishing them both well.

"What was all that about?" Kay asked.

"Oh he needed to find the stock she accused him of losing. I knew where it was as soon as she mentioned it. I should have said something really." She looked at Kay. "I wanted you to hear what a bitch she was."

Iona tidied the counter at the far side of the room as Kay rearranged some of the shelves opposite.

Kay decided to change the subject.

"Well you certainly looked pleased with yourself." 

"Oh that was because he sorted my bonus out." Iona explained.

"What bonus?" Kay asked. Iona had mentioned it previously but it seemed a mystery as to how it was acquired. Although Kay wasn't particularly concerned about the money she felt she should be in a position to get a bonus if there was one. She decided to ask again. "How do you get this bonus?"

"Look honey. From what you tell me you don't need it and believe me you won't want to earn it." She used her superior position for the first time. "Anyway you've not been here long enough to qualify."

Kay was now intrigued and tried to prise more information out of her but to no avail. So in order to keep the peace Kay let it drop but was determined to find out more about this bonus.

The rest of the day was pretty busy too, which made it pass quickly.

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On the Monday night Matt rang her to see if Kay was coming to the cabin but she declined as she was tired. She had just started her period but also wanted some time away from the boys following the vacation revelation. 

Tuesday was fairly straight forward but busy and this time Donny rang to ask her to come to the cabin but again she said she was exhausted and would give it a miss.

On Wednesday afternoon the delivery man came to the store.

Each week a delivery truck came with supplies of stock, from out of town. The driver was a young man named Larn. Named after John M. Larn - Vigilante, Outlaw and Lawman or so he claimed.

He was Italian looking with dark colouring. He always wore a black sweatshirt and jeans. He was slim and muscled, probably as a result of his job, shifting containers and cartons from the van. He was carrying a box which he placed on the counter. He never missed an opportunity to flex his muscles in Kay's face but he wasn't particular, any woman would do, even Mrs Goodiner, who would stare back contemptuously. He had a high forehead, high cheekbones and black droopy moustache. 

As he entered, he looked Kay up and down slowly. He oozed sexuality with the confidence and arrogance only the ignorance of youth can provide. 

"Stop it Larn." Iona shouted calling him to order. It was obvious that Iona knew him well. He must have been delivering weekly for some time and they had built up a relationship, Kay thought.

He touched his forehead as if tipping a Stetson to Kay which caused her to shiver involuntarily. Something about him frightened and even disgusted her but she didn't know what. It was so unusual for her to have such a violent reaction to someone she had just met and she was ashamed of herself. He turned to Iona.

"Hi honey how can I be of service today?" He said this as he leered at her.

"You know how. It's on the order form." Iona pointed to the cellar door. "Now get your ass down there."

Larn picked up the box from the counter as Iona opened the cellar door. 

"Happy to be of service ma'am." He smiled in his arrogant way.

"I'll need to go to the cellar to update the stock, Kay." Iona said standing at the open cellar door. "Will you be OK with the store?"

Kay gave her assent a little aggrieved that people didn't give her more credit. 

There was a steady trickle of customers which Kay dealt with easily and the time flew passed. She hardly noticed that she had been alone for 45 minutes until the cellar door opened and she checked the store clock. 




Cabin Fever Ch. 07



Larn had been coming to and from the cellar several times carrying boxes and when there were no customers would make the occasional suggestive comment to Kay. This did nothing to change her opinion of him at all.

Iona and Larn came out. Larn was sweating but acted as cool as ever. Iona was slightly mussed and appeared flushed. As she straightened herself up she told him to get the rest of the new supplies into the store room.

Larn unpacked the truck and brought in the stock making a point of flexing his muscles and smiling each time he caught Kay looking; which she did being drawn as if he was some awful magnet and she a weak piece of metal.

After he left, with a polite "g'bye sweet-cheeks" to Kay, she said.

"That guy gives me the creeps."

Iona was fussing with her hair then she pressed her hands down her hips straightening her overall.

"Oh he's ok." She looked up at Kay then looked away "You just need to know how to take him." 

Kay knew Iona liked him but she still had reservations.

"Hmmm I don't know." Kay said suspiciously.

Just before closing time Mr Goodiner appeared from the cellar. Kay had forgotten to check whether he was peeking at her or not through the floor windows. He again looked pleased with himself. 

Kay was thinking he must have walked from the butcher's shop via the cellar. It was convenient sometimes to take that route between the two stores particularly when it was raining, but it could be spooky if only the energy-saving lights were lit. 

"Everything OK?" He asked smiling at the two girls. He always brought a note of cheer to the place.

"Yes thank you sir." They answered in unison and both laughed. 

He looked puzzled and then got the joke, their speaking together and mocking politeness.

"Good! Good!" He winked at Iona. "Thanks for the cellar work."

Kay watched him but was puzzled? There was something going on she could sense it. Perhaps he was in the cellar with Iona and Larn. Whatever, there were too many knowing glances.

"Have a nice day, ladies." Mr Goodiner said leaving the store. The doorbell rang as the door opened and closed. When Kay looked round Iona had gone and the cellar door was open. 

A couple of minutes later Iona returned with a brown envelope. Kay noticed but was loathed to ask. Iona caught her looking.

"Bonus." She said, Kay looked puzzled but didn't say anything. "For the work in the cellar - with Larn."

"Oh!" Was all Kay could bring herself to say. She was too tired to go through questioning about the bonus again. Anyway Kay thought Iona is right. There's no way she could work with Larn and in that cellar too, even for a bonus!

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Friday night Kay got home had a catnap, and bathed. It had been a long week. It seemed to Kay like a longer week than the weeks the boys were on vacation probably because she knew they were just round the corner and yet she had been exhausted with the swimming practice and the job. Tonight was different she could sleep in tomorrow and enjoy a night with them. She was draped in her white bath towel as she phoned ahead to check Matt was in. Mr Jones spoke with his deep commanding voice. He seemed pleased as ever to hear from her and told her that Matt was home.

She went to the dresser and wondered what to choose. She wanted it to be special as she knew the boys would have missed seeing her all week. She wasn't certain how they would react following her confessions but felt she should look at her best. She decided upon a shiny deep purple mini-dress with a low cut 'v' neck and a set of light violet underwear to provide contrast. The violet underwear had a frill at the edge of the high-sided panties and low cut front loading bra. She looked in the dresser mirror, wearing only her violet underwear and garter belt, as she clipped her black stockings to the black suspenders. When she slipped her feet into her heels she took a long look. 

Her black bobbed hair hung just below her small ears. She used her hands to rearrange the position of her breasts to best advantage. She slid her hands over her flat slightly muscled stomach and hips then pulled her panties until they caressed her pubic mound. She knew the boys liked that. Her black suspenders ran under the sides of her panties stretching the nylon material over her shapely thighs. She sighed heavily as she looked knowing that she would soon be embracing her two best friends. She checked her behind to ensure everything was straight and slipped her dress over her head. 

As an after thought she dabbed some perfume about her hips and thighs. She wanted to smell fresh and attractive.

++++++

She walked round to Matt's and Mrs Jones answered the door. 

"Oh how are you Kay? What have you been doing?" She ushered Kay into the living room where Mr Jones had put down his evening newspaper. He acknowledged Kay with a grin as she took a seat on the settee. Kay couldn't help notice what an attractive man he was, especially when smiling. He was fit being a former physical training instructor who kept himself in shape. For a man in his mid-forties he had aged really well.

"I'm fine thanks." Kay moved her long legs to one side to preserve her modesty as her skirt rode up revealing her thighs and the bottom of her dark stocking tops. She couldn't help notice Mr Jones getting an eyeful. She was sure his blue eyes twinkled. She ignored it. "I've been working Goodiner's store these past few weeks."

"Well that's very impressive I must say." Mr Jones said taking his unlit old pipe from his mouth and cradling it. Matt told her that his dad had stopped smoking years ago but still sucked on a pipe out of habit. "I've had Matt doing a few jobs at the base. It's good you young people work during the holidays."

"Why thank you Mr Jones." She moved slightly and couldn't quite believe how, although he attempted to disguise it, his eyes followed her legs. She had never noticed this look from him before but then put it down to her imagination playing tricks because she was becoming more aware of herself. "It's quite tiring though especially with all the training ...."

"Oh yes the training." He lifted his eyes to her face after glancing at her bust. "It sure must be tiring keeping that fine body in such great shape."

He briefly looked back down to her legs and Kay reddened and it caused her to stumble over her words.

"Well ... th ..thanks again .. Mr Jones I .. er .. don't..."

"Now stop that Jeb." Mrs Jones intervened. "You're embarrassing the poor girl."

"Oh I'm sorry." He leaned back seeming embarrassed and placed his pipe between his lips. "Very sorry ... didn't mean ... er.... to offend ..."

"That's ok ... no offence taken." She looked him in the eyes and for a moment he looked back. She couldn't read the look but whether from the anticipation of the evening ahead or his look and comments she was feeling really horny. She decided to try something and as Mrs Jones rose to lead her to the back door, Kay unravelled her crossed legs to give Mr Jones a momentary full-on view between her legs. 

She watched his eyes as he took the opportunity presented. He drank in the sight of her dark stockings, leading to the bands of white thigh and the violet 'v' covering her sex. It must have been an instant but left an image he would hold for a lot longer. 

What's more it confirmed what Kay had suspected and it wasn't just her imagination.

"Goodnight Mr Jones." Kay said sweetly a smile on her lips. A knowing glance passed between them. "See you again sometime."

His eyes followed her swaying arse from the room.

++++++

Donny and Matt had been in the cabin some time and were partaking of their usual interest when Kay wasn't around, reading sex magazines. Matt had managed to get some from the base. They were largely reading books but were quite explicit with the occasional photograph. They each actively enjoying a book engrossed in obtaining as much pleasure as possible out of it. Donny looked up.

"This story is about a guy who likes to hear about his girl having sex, can you believe it?" He was fondling his erect penis.

"What a waste." Matt scowled gripping his. "He must be getting too much!"

They laughed. Then Donny returned to the subject.

"I don't know. I quite like the idea." Matt looked to see if he was serious, he was. "After all I enjoyed Kay talking about sex with that Brad character - the lucky bastard!" He added for good measure.

"I agree he was lucky." Matt said and stopped feeling himself. "But I don't think I enjoyed hearing about it."

Donny was outraged.

"You enjoyed hearing it to!" He challenged.

There was a pause.

"Well I may have enjoyed ... parts of it." Matt thought about this before adding. "But it was more just the sex talk than the part with him. I mean if she'd talked about having sex with me I'd have still cum!" 

"My God so would I!" Donny yelled and laughed gripping his now erect penis. "Just the thought of Kay's body. Oooh! I mean it doesn't get me jealous or anything. What about you?"

Matt paused again.

"Well I don't know I'm different than you. I don't like the thought of her with other guys." He became thoughtful. 

"Well what about me?" Donny sat up. "I'm another guy." 

"Yes I know but it's different with you."

"How?"

"Well .... we're friends .... and well ... we started this with Kay together." He stumbled over his words. "She's a friend to both of us."

"Yes but you enjoy it when I'm with ... her doing stuff, I've seen you. I've heard you."

Matt reddened with embarrassment.

"Yes ... well ..." He didn't know what to say. Donny laughed at him. "Or shut your mouth."

He threw a cushion at Donny who deflected it over his head.

"You enjoyed it. You know you did." Donny continued playfully. "At least I'm honest about it."

They resumed reading.

After a while Matt spoke.

"It says here women don't like threesomes and stuff, they prefer one-on-one for the love and security it offers." 

Donny looked up at Matt.

"Well when Kay gets here you better leave." He spoke mischievously winding Matt up. 

"I was only reading what it says here. I never said I believed it." He defended himself.

"Listen Matt I've never heard Kay complain have you?" Donny stopped reading.

"No ..." He paused again. "... but we've never asked her. Have we?"

"Look you've got enough conscience for both of us. I certainly don't feel guilty. If Kay objected she'd let us know believe you me." Donny asserted. "I've known her a lot longer than you."

"I suppose." Matt shrugged. "She is gorgeous. I just don't know if she feels like us that's all. She's a woman and they're different."

"She's all woman and she has as many desires as we have. Hell she's told you about her and that Brad guy on holiday, what more proof do you need?" Donny shook his head. "Wake up and smell the coffee she loves it! Just think what she's done or let us do over the past few weeks. She's worn cum filled panties; let us strip her; talked sexy to us; let us cum on her body; finger her." He paused to get his breath. "She has needs and they're not that different from ours and I'm willing to match mine with hers and enjoy the ride."

He gripped his erection whistled and Matt smiled.

They resumed their reading. 

Matt had started to wonder if they were doing the right thing by Kay but he guessed Donny was right. Kay was a wonderful girl but certainly no pushover and if she didn't like something she would make it plain. He guessed it was his protective instinct for her.

Donny on the other hand just wanted the pleasure of sex

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Kay left Mrs Jones at the door and walked toward the cabin contemplating. She could not believe what was happening. It seemed that not only was she getting sexually aroused by the boys and even her 'cousin', now the likes of Mr Jones and Mr Goodiner were eyeing her up. She really was wondering if it was because she was sex obsessed that these things were happening. Perhaps she was giving off unintentional desperate signals that she couldn't disguise or even recognise. Or was it that the scales had been lifted from her eyes and she was just becoming aware of what had been happening all along. Whatever it was, she was once again incredibly horny.

She got to the cabin and took a deep breath preparing herself and entered. There was a scurrying and scuffling as first Donny then Matt jumped behind the settee and futon. The room was quite dark and a loud bass line was thumping; as Kay's eyes adjusted she spotted a discarded men's magazine that had landed near the Playstation. She bent and picked it up.

"Hmmmm. Still at it I see." She smiled happy to know they felt how she did.

The boys both sighed in relief and adjusting their pants came from behind their respective covers to hug her. She immediately looked down at their pants.

"Looks like you're way ahead of me." 

Donny was as stiff as a board, as usual.

"Well feel free to catch up." He said. "I'll help."

"So will I." Matt joined in eagerly.

"Woah! Let me catch my breath." She said this, but was more than prepared to join in with the night's activity. 

"It's really great to see you." Said Matt and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. She felt a might guilty thinking about his dad but was certainly not going to tell him or let it spoil the night. He broke the clinch. "I've missed that so much."

She caught her breath, stepping back.

"Me too!" Her hand patted her exposed bosom. "I'd almost forgotten how nice it was."

"Don't forget me." Donny moved in and equalled Matt's tender kiss but also cupped her left breast pinching her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. She winced; slightly broke lips; stepped back; looked at him; smiled and returned to the kiss, groaning deeply. Eventually they stopped kissing as she gently pushed him away and sat herself on the settee. The boys moved to the futon opposite, where they watched her stocking tops, avidly. She looked to Matt and thought 'like father like son'. 

"Well I know you're glad to see me, how's things been?" 

They talked for a while and reacquainted themselves. Eventually Kay asked if they felt bad about her confession. They said 'no' and Matt even praised her truthfulness. She told them that she sometimes felt out of control when she 'fool's around' and Donny quickly replied that it never seemed to happen with them, but she said how could he say that when they look at what has happened in just a few short weeks. Donny shrugged but it was all good banter and even though the room was full of sexual tension they still managed to laugh. 

What seemed to be their foreplay was sex talk. They enjoyed it and it heightened the anticipation. Matt had been reading an article in one of the magazines about one on one sex being better than a threesome but they all had their own differing opinions which ended with the boys all bunched up on the futon, play fighting. When they were lying flat Kay looked across at them.

"So how has it been?"

Donny looked at Matt. 

"How do you think it's been?" He pointed to the magazine by Kay's feet. "You've seen the mags."

"Pretty desperate hey?" One look at their faces answered that question. "Well what do you fancy?"

Donny looked at Matt in a superior way as if to say 'what did I tell you'.

She giggled.

"Can I help you?"

Donny almost leaped next to her on the settee. It made Kay jump at first but she was still giggling as he pulled his stiff cock out.

"Ooooh!" She said raising her hands in mock horror while still laughing.

Matt stood up.

"Look how do you want to do this?" Donny and Kay stared up at him as he struggled with his words. "I mean you might prefer us separately or ...or you know .. together?"

It was strange but recently it had never occurred to Kay that they would do stuff separately. Donny was irritated with Matt for delaying the action. 

"Well first come first served." He said claiming his position as first in line by holding Kay around the shoulders.

"Look I'm only thinking of Kay and how she feels." Matt said still looking and standing awkwardly. She reached out a hand to him.

"If that's what you want it's ok." She smiled. "Look I'm ok with whatever. Anyway I'll tell you when I'm not."

Matt started to feel stupid. Why had he said anything? He was trying to be clever and sophisticated and caring.

Kay nodded at Donny's erect penis.

"You know what he's like he. Is that ok?"

She was still holding his hand. She gave it a squeeze and he regretted saying anything but felt he had to save face. He nodded stiffly and moved over to the chair by the door, regretting his stupidity and big mouth. 

Donny squeezed Kay but before she continued she whispered in the dark.

"Matt lighten up please. For goodness sake let's ALL enjoy the night."

He sighed but remained where he was, guarding the door.

++++++

The room was quiet apart from the low background music then they began kissing and the sounds of their mouths opening and closing and their tongues flicking against each other, could be heard. Kay could feel Donny's cock rubbing against her dress. She whispered hoarsely in his ear.

"I need to take my dress off." She had to force him off her so she could stand and lift it over her head. There was pre-cum on the side, she could feel it in the dark. Matt looked across at her slim athletic body in the dim light and felt himself hardening in his pants. She smiled over at him then sat down next to Donny.

"Let's move to the futon." Donny said removing his pants. She agreed and they lay next to each other.

Donny began kissing her and she responded. He moved down to her neck as he felt her breasts through her bra. She pulled him back up to her face and began unbuttoning his shirt, then started kissing his neck and chest. As this was happening his cock was against her belly button, leaking onto her soft white flesh. She was so horny. 

He moved back down to reciprocate and unclasped her bra so that he could suck on her pert nipples. This caused Kay to start whimpering which made Matt regret even more that he suggested just one-on-one. Her nipples were hard and glistening in the half light and she writhed next to Donny. 

Matt could see her violet panties stretched over her firm buttocks as she lay on her side kissing Donny deeply. He could see the long triangular gap that opened up from her knees to the tops of her thighs. His cock strained at his pants. She rolled onto her back as Matt caught sight of the glistening breasts and pointed nipples covered with a light sheen of perspiration. He was enjoying watching and he found himself gently rubbing his cock-head through his pants. Kay's long lithe body would turn any red-blooded male on and he couldn't blame anyone for desiring her. She was truly magnificent and he was grateful she wanted to sexually experiment with them both. She was young and like both Donny and himself had been subjugated for so long it was bound to come out or remain repressed and dangerously waiting to boil up some time in the future. They needed this freedom and they needed to learn.

Donny pressed the palm of his hand over her flat stomach, over the garter belt and beneath her flimsy violet panties. He could feel her pubic mound and after careful searching, eased open the hairy valley to reveal her tender labia. He slid his finger down to moisten it and she cooed as he slid into her moist warmth opening. Donny had been reading in his magazine about a woman's G spot and was determined to find Kay's. 

Kay opened her legs as his fingers probed her, searching deeply. She cried in pleasure as he curled his fingers upwards to find his goal. His thumb rubbed her hardened clitoris as she panted attempting to sit up but lying down again with excitement. All of a sudden she felt the most tremendous pleasure gushing through her lower abdomen, a fire, a fever and she vocalised it, nearly sending Matt over the top. She felt like something had been opened that had been locked in a vault all her life. She was awash with lust and pleasure.




Cabin Fever Ch. 07



Donny slid up to her ear and began whispering so that Matt couldn't hear. 

"What if that was Brad? Would you like that?" 

Kay was thunderstruck for an instant but massively turned on. This was totally new and obviously stemmed from her confession to the boys. Her hormones must have been dancing throughout her body as she started to think of Brad's huge cock. Then in came Donny again with.

"What if he was pushing his thick cock into you, would you stop him?"

Kay gasped then groaned unintentionally. This was so unexpected and wild she was finding it difficult to control herself and that was dangerous. Donny continued.

"Would you let him spread your legs and push into you?"

Again a groan leaked out which she tried to stifle. Then Donny whispered.

"Say it!" He was more insistent. "Would you?" 

She listened and thought, 'he wants me to say it', 'oh my God, to admit she longed for Brad's big cock' and her saying it would turn him on, this was really depraved and it was making her lose it. She had to pull herself together. 

"Shhh! Stop it Donny." She whispered, so Matt couldn't hear.

She attempted to stop him but it was feeble as she was so turned on. He didn't stop.

"Go on tell me. Would you like to have his big cock -- fill you?"

This was a really wicked turn of events and each time he said 'cock' she twitched with excitement inside. She tried to stop him again.

"Donny, I can't say that. Not like this." 

But she groaned.

Donny continued.

"Would you like is big cock up here? Right up! Filling you?" 

With that he pushed another finger in and upwards. She groaned and whispered something inaudible.

"What was that?" Donny asked hoarsely as if hard of hearing though she knew he just wanted her to say it again.

"Yes..." She said a little louder but still so Matt couldn't hear. This sent a thrill through her body of such magnitude she was shaking.

"You'd let him fuck you wouldn't you?" He continued, in a low and particularly depraved voice, which added to the feeling of unreality and excitement. She had never spoken like this before. She didn't answer. He thrust his fingers into her again. "Wouldn't you?"

He insisted again.

"Yes." She whispered through her moans as she writhed on the futon.

"No! Say the words!" His mouth was so close to her ear his tongue was touching it and he occasionally nibbled her ear lobe. Each time he spoke her heart and stomach fluttered with excitement. Her breath caught in her throat and she released a long groan. "Say the words. You'd let him fuck you."

He hissed. His slimy cock head slithered on her hip. She emitted another groan as he tortured her with pleasure. Her voice sounded broken as she attempted to whisper close to his ear.

"I'd ... I'd ... I'd let him fuck me." She looked Donny in the eyes as she gave in with a sigh. "Ohh! I'd let him fuck ...."

She growled and exhaled on the last word and never finished the sentence as she came over Donny's hand; as it rapidly brought her to a noisy climax. 

Donny was elated by his success and was close to climaxing himself as she ran her hand over his shaft. He wondered if he should try his luck and see if she would let him go further. He climbed above her and straddling her stomach began to rub his cock end over her nipples. This kept her boiling. He pressed her hard nipples in with his cock and she groaned in delight, her legs rocking, her stockings swishing, as her cunt lay, unattended her arms flailed above her head.

He began rolling her breasts against his cock which lay pointing at her chin. He thrust and humped enjoying the feel of her breasts and rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. His hairy balls flapped against her flat stomach. He felt a sense of urgency as his climax approached. The sight of Kay bending to look at his thrusting cock turned him on; she kept looking then laying her head back down, sighing. He was on the verge of coming. She lifted her head to look down and he spurted over her chin and onto her face. It stretched down the side of her nose over her lips and below her chin. To his total amazement she came and slowly licked his semen from her lips. 

Kay had heard the expression but never realised how true it was; she was 'on fire'. She was so sexually aroused she felt she could have sex with anyone. Donny had cum on her face and she had licked off his semen and it hadn't bothered her one bit. It tasted a bit salty but it was far from objectionable. Oh Donny was such a dirty devil and knew what turned her on. He seemed to have been developing his techniques, when he fingered her he had really hit the spot; she had never felt anything like it, even by her own hand.

Matt was now by the settee and leaking into his pants. What a performance. When Donny climbed on Kay and started pumping her tits he had never seen anything like it and when Kay licked her lips with his cum on them it was incredibly horny. He couldn't wait for his turn. She was so turned on. He knew Donny had been saying something to her but he couldn't make out what it was. Whatever it was, it had done the trick and he wanted some of it. 

Donny and Kay lay side by side as she wiped the rest of his cum off her face with the now ubiquitous supply of tissues. She wondered if Matt's parents had wondered why they needed so many boxes of Kleenex in the cabin. Matt felt a bit nervous of climbing on the futon having watched that very personal display, so he sat on the settee until they or rather Kay was ready.

He didn't have to wait long. Kay was still hot. She was still kissing Donny but being loyal to a true friend he got up for Matt to have his turn. It sounded awful but that was how it was. Donny walked to the chair and placing a hand on his shoulder signalled for Matt to move in.

Matt removed his pants and shirt and from the front of his boxer shorts, the damp stain and erect penis were prominent. He lay next to Kay as she held out her arms. He was still quite nervous feeling he was having to follow a great performance like an inexperienced understudy. He felt now it had been a mistake to separate out, in future it was all of them or nothing. 

Luckily Kay was so affectionate and looked fantastic, her breasts naked as her bra was on her upper arms still open; her panties pulled up tight showing the shape of her pubic mound with areas of wetness on them. Her shiny black stockings were still stretched tightly up her athletic legs. He looked into her beautiful face, large eyes and welcoming lips. 

He removed his boxers so that he was completely naked and began kissing her passionately on the lips. She responded by pressing herself up against his hard cock, which was sticky with pre-cum. They kissed for a long time. It was obvious that Donny whispering in her ear had been a turn on for her so he decided to emulate him. 

He leaned in and began whispering loving comments to her, which she felt were sweet. Her problem was she felt so horny that she couldn't get Donny's dirty whispering out of her mind, which again turned her on but then it got worse. She kept getting images of Brad's big cock which she couldn't clear from her mind and then Matt's dad staring between her legs and that excited her also. The thing was she felt she couldn't tell Matt about either, so although turned on, felt a bit of a fraud. 

Matt mounted her by getting between her legs. He placed his cock on top of the material of her light violet panties and began rubbing it up and down her clitoris. He began really slowly sliding from top to bottom and pressing his head against her opening, through the material. She was saturated and heaving as he kept up the momentum. He began to speed up pressing hard against her pubic bone, squeezing between her labia. His hands ran up and down the nylon material of her stockings which heightened the sensual pleasure for him. He would then switch to squeezing her breasts gently and pinching her nipples which he knew she liked. He sucked on her nipples, gently chewing them, teasing her. She was sweating with the exertion and approaching orgasm.

As his orgasm built up, hers did likewise, but she was in another place, fantasising about men. Pleasuring herself with men. Watching them lust after her. Feeling their cocks inside her; rubbing her clitoris and sucking her nipples. Doing everything that she knew she shouldn't; experiencing everything. What a fantasy. What ecstasy.

She began to cum as Matt spurted over her midriff, leaving a pool of semen lying on her flat stomach. She watched and it made her have a number of mini-orgasms that lasted for what seemed like ages as his cock and fingers rubbed her clitoris. 

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They lay together. Matt collapsed on top of her as she ran her fingers through his curly hair, though her thoughts were far away.

Donny came and sat on the settee looking at Kay. She looked back and their eyes locked. They now shared a secret of which Matt wasn't a part and this had rarely happened. Kay wasn't sure were this was going but she was nervous with excitement. She smiled at Donny, hoping he wouldn't mention it. He didn't. 

After a while they got dressed and decided to listen to some music. They all danced together laughing and flirting. The music was at a reasonable level and they were all shocked when Mr Jones came in.

"Hi guys everything ok?" He stood with his hands in his pockets, smiling and looking a little embarrassed. 

"Sure." Matt replied. "What's wrong? Do you need me or something?"

"No ... no .. I err .." Mr Jones seemed to be lacking some confidence which was unusual for him. He was normally the supremely confident Army gym instructor type." I .. err ..Mom .. err .. just wanted to make sure you were getting on ok."

"Uhuh! We're fine." Matt said again looking puzzled at the other two, who still looked surprised.

"Oh! Ok right ... right." He looked at them all catching Kay's stare and holding it for a second, before he looked away. "I'll better get myself off then."

He smiled, still embarrassed, turned and left. Kay felt his eyes flick over her body like a silk veil rippling over her naked flesh, making her nerve-ends tingle.

They all remained quiet until they heard the door of the house close.

"That was weird." Said Matt. "That's never happened before."

Kay had a feeling he had only come to look at her, it seemed conceited but it was just the look he gave her before he left, then Donny said. 

"Unless he heard something..." He turned to Kay. "....earlier." 

Kay immediately blushed.

"Oh my God I hope not." Said Kay horrified. The thought of him enjoying a peek at her underwear was ok, but the thought of him hearing her with Matt ... and Donny was mortifying.

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Donny walked home with Kay as it was after midnight. They were linking arms and walking silently both thinking about their shared secret. The air was heavy neither knowing what to say until.

"I wouldn't have, you know?" Kay spoke but her breath caught, slightly.

"Wouldn't have, what?" Donny replied being deliberately awkward.

"Come on Donny you know what." They continued to walk slowly. It was dark but a warm night and they were illuminated by the occasional street lamp.

"No tell me what?" He wasn't being nasty, but wanted to hear her say it. 

"Brad. I wouldn't have let him... you know ..." The sentence tailed off.

"What?" Donny was playing with her and she slapped his arm. He laughed. "Say it. Go on. For me."

She looked him full in the face and then turned away as they continued walking. 

"Go on say it." He insisted for the second time tonight.

"Is this turning you on or something?" She asked suspiciously, smiling at him

"Hmmm. Could be." He replied. "Go on say it."

"I knew it." She wagged her finger at him. "Dirty little Donny getting all turned on!"

"Go on say it." He was insistent and excited. "For me!"

She sighed.

"I wouldn't have let him fuck me! Ok?" She breathed deeply. "There satisfied?"

"Mmmm are you?" He said in a low teasing tone. Even though she was saying 'she would not have' the fact that she said 'fuck' was still a turn-on for him.

She stopped and looked him in the eye again. 

"What do you think?" She asked.

He returned her gaze and smiled affectionately.

"Truthfully?" She nodded. "No. I think you're frustrated because you never fucked him."

He emphasised the word 'fucked' and it turned her on like flicking a light switch. 

"Oh Donny what am I like?" She shook her head. "I think you're right. I wanted to."

"So what's wrong with that?" He offered her comfort. "I'm frustrated. I want sex. Matt does. We all do. It's what life's all about. It drives you on. Listen it doesn't matter to me what, when or who you or I or anybody has sex with but I know what I enjoy. I enjoy having it, seeing it, hearing about it, talking about it and ..."

He looked deeply in her eyes.

".... especially when it's you that's talking about it."

"Oh Donny!" She reproved him and pursed her lips knowing that he would say anything to get his wicked way sexually. She smiled. Then she thought of the things she's done and seen over the past weeks; Donny and Matt, Brad, Pam and Dek, Mr Goodiner and even Matt's dad; she blushed at the thought. "I think I'm so bad sometimes."

"You're not bad. Don't be silly. You're just young and growing and ..." He paused as if studying her. " ... and discovering what is already within you. Don't blame yourself it's natural. Start enjoying it ..... without the guilt. I do!"

She smiled but shook her head.

"You don't know what I think or what I've done." She said.

"Well tell me then."

She couldn't help feeling he was getting sexual pleasure from this, though he was also trying to help her. She shook her head but she could feel herself getting aroused just talking like this.

"Some day maybe." She smiled coquettishly and it drove him wild with desire.

He took hold of her and began kissing her deeply and roughly. Their tongues probed each other. They moved under cover of the trees. Donny immediately pushed her skirt up to her waste and pulled her panties to one side. Before she could react he had his fingers inside her. Her knees shook as she held her skirt up for him. He nudged her towards a tree so she could steady herself on it. It allowed her feet to dangle and her legs stopped shaking. She looked about but there was nobody about.

He bent and kissed her lips while his fingers probed her saturated vagina. This electrified her. He kissed her slurping and sucking as she pressed his face into her. Her head rolled in delight as his wicked fingers danced about her vagina like flames on a winters log fire. They teased and tickled, tormenting her. 

Donny lifted his head gasping for air.

"Say it! How much do you want it ..him?" He kissed her briefly then lifted his head again. "Say it! You know you want to."

Her heart pumped, she could hear the blood pumping in her ears. Her breathing quickened.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Brad ... fuck me!" She broke to speak before resuming her kissing. "Do you like that? Is that what you want to hear?"

Donny was delighted and it encouraged him to become more vigorous with his fingering. She moaned out other names but Donny could not hear as her hands clamped around his head deafening him. He just kept saying, 'Yes, more, more' as his hands worked her. 

Rapidly she reached her orgasm with his fingers inside her and his thumb rolling her clitoris. He fell back on the grass looking up to her.

"That was wonderful." Kay whispered in his ear. "It was so passionate. I came so quickly. I don't know what came over me."

"I know why." He looked at her but she wouldn't look at him. "It was talking dirty. It was thinking dirty. It was talking and thinking about fucking a big cock." 

He stared at her.

"Wasn't it? Come on Kay admit it?" He added. "You're just like me and Matt you like talking about it, don't you?"

She hesitated but then said quietly.

"Maybe." She looked at him, seriously. "Don't tell anyone about it, not even Matt."

"I won't, but I knew that was it. We have to do more of it." He said to her. "I want to do more."

He stared up at her.

"God I wished you'd had full sex with someone." Her eyes widened. He continued. "You could have told me about it all. Every last detail. Would you? Would you?"

She was panting. Donny was so sexy sometimes.

He looked at her studying her shape from top-to-toe and back again.

She remained silent. She had enjoyed talking about it and it was getting her aroused again just thinking about it. Donny was incorrigible and she needed to apply some control or she would lose herself. It seemed that talking dirty aloud had opened a door to reckless abandon and she was worried what she might find behind that door. Would she find something inside or let something uncontrollable out? More to the point was she ready to find out what that something was? 

He didn't press her further, but noted she hadn't said "no".

After a while of looking at her, Donny stood up. He smiled and patted her arm. 

"I suppose we have to get along home." He said with resignation. "It's 1:30."

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Cabin Fever Ch. 08



Next day Kay slept late. When she awoke she still felt horny from the night before. She thought about them all but especially about Donny getting her to talk dirty about Brad's cock. Even the thought of the word turned her on. She squeezed her legs together and rolled from side to side on her bed.

"Cock. Cock. Cock." Each time she said it out loud, it sent a thrill through her body. "Cock cock cock cock....."

Kay's father gently knocked then popped his head through the door.

"Are you alright?" He looked at Kay in her pink checked pyjama's, on top of her bed quizzically. The PJ's had short pants and he coughed politely seeing her long legs exposed. "You sounded like you were choking."

Kay stopped rolling instantly blushed and said. 

"No I'm fine really I was just .. er .. humming a tune." 

She was flustered.

"Hmmm I see! Tune? Sounded more like a rotor-blade on a helicopter; obviously not a classical piece." 

He popped his head back and closed the door.

Kay covered her mouth with the pillow and laughed at the ridiculous situation. She loved her father very much but realised he was so straight-laced and found it difficult as she'd grown up to watch her mature into a young woman. The idea of her being sexually active would have probably given him a heart attack. She was so sorry but he had to get over it. She had to grow up.

Knowing he was around put paid to any thought of sexual arousal so she rolled over and fell back to sleep. 

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Donny Kay and Matt were in the cabin on Saturday night it was about 8:30. Matt had given Kay assurances that his dad had not heard them in the cabin the previous night, so she had agreed to come round. She wouldn't have been able to look him in the eye if he had heard them all.

Kay approached the futon. She was fully clothed, wearing a white knitted top with a large collar and sleeves to her elbows. It opened at the front by a series of silver press stud poppers to her midriff; some were open at the top offering a teasing glimpse of her cleavage. She also wore a pair of beige shorts, white knee length socks and white trainers. Long silver earrings completed the picture of loveliness.

"Come on Kay try it." Donny pleaded. 

Her hand was holding his erect penis as she sat next to him his hands pressed on the futon. She looked into his face undecided. She had been kissing both Donny and Matt and they had been fondling her, when suddenly he came up with this suggestion. Donny stared at her.

"You tasted it last night." He placed his head on one side. "It was ok wasn't it?"

"Oh God Donny!" She hung her head in her hands. She lifted her head and was blushing. "Donny you're terrible!"

"What's wrong?" He looked from Kay to Matt and back again his arms open. "Well it's true."

"Yes but .." She looked at him. "I've never done anything like that."

Kay was having real difficulty with this proposition. They had been messing around as normal but Donny wanted to push the boundaries that bit more. He said he'd read about it in one of the magazines Matt had brought from the base. He had then proceeded to read aloud the passage about fellatio with gusto. Kay couldn't stop herself getting aroused even if she'd wanted to, which she didn't. As Donny read from the magazine Matt had fondled her breasts and placed his hand under her bra. 

After the previous night's conversation she was left contemplating how open she should be and it appeared Donny was going to test her.

In desperation she found herself saying.

"I'm really not sure I'll be any good at it." She felt stupid for saying it. It was like leaving the gate wide open for him and she realised it was tantamount to saying yes. Donny didn't miss the unintentional opportunity offered.

"Hey! I'll tell you if you're any good." Donny replied enthusiastically. "I think you'll be great once you've practiced a bit."

He turned to Matt looking for support. Matt knew if Donny got her to do it to him there was every chance he'd get the same un-missable opportunity with Kay.

"Of course you will." He rubbed her naked thigh with his hand. 

She glanced at him and he felt like a rat, he looked away. Kay knew he was pushing his luck supporting Donny. She felt alone against the two of them.

"Oh I really don't know." She said this as she slowly ran her hand up and down her own thighs, deliberating over the decision. "Last night was one thing; what you're asking for is quite another."

She shook her head.

It was Matt who intervened ever the diplomat because he felt ashamed of succumbing to his own lust.

"You should only do only what you feel comfortable with." Donny looked annoyed at him but he continued. "You could try it and see if it's for you. It's not like we don't trust each other."

She looked at Matt. She smiled but it didn't have her usual warmth. She felt a little let down by him and wondered if it was because things were changing between them. Last night he had said sweet loving things to her but she had wanted lust and passion ... and then there was his dad....

"Just try it." Donny interrupted her thoughts. "Please! See if you enjoy it."

She looked at him, sceptically. 

"See if who'll enjoy it?" 

He laughed his hands held out in front of him then looked at Matt who shrugged his shoulders. 

She sighed heavily with resignation. She took hold of Donny's thick cock and began running her hand up and down its length. His shorts where round his ankles and she looked at his hairy thighs, testicles and stomach. The purple head appeared and disappeared as her hand worked him and there was the familiar white foam lubricating it. She breathed in his musky odour which rose to her nostrils as she continued her tender ministrations and found it pleasant and arousing. There was a tense silence. The only sound they heard was their own pulses pounding in their ears.

Finally her head went down to him. 

She tentatively touched the underside of the head with her tongue. She could taste the slight saltiness from his semen as she had tasted it the previous night. She liked the feel of the warm tender skin on her tongue and was aroused by the shape as her lips nibbled on the tender meat. She opened her mouth and covered it. Her teeth accidentally scraped the head's rim lightly, causing Donny to jump, as it tickled him. She tasted it, her tongue sliding over the end, it twitched, she drew back and they all laughed nervously. 

She resumed but this time her hand gently held the base of his prick, keeping it steady. As she made herself familiar with the shape and noticed his appreciative sounds she sucked drawing the length into her mouth. She was surprised at how extraordinarily wet she was between her legs. She could hear Donny groaning and from the corner of her eye could see Matt masturbating as he looked on intently.

She continued stroking him moving her soft lips over the end as if kissing it. She snorted through her nose as she sucked on the head; again the salty taste. She mewled as she heard Donny groan and squirm. He was trying to push into her throat, which caused her to gag and withdraw. She coughed and wretched turning her head away.

He apologised and she returned to sucking him but this time holding tightly the base of his penis. Matt was jerking himself off watching in fascination and desire, the pornographic show. As it continued she found she could fit more into her mouth, though she did gag slightly a couple of times as he bucked involuntarily into her throat. Eventually she was controlling the depth of entry with her tongue and hand. 

Donny was groaning and trying to suppress the volume of noise he was making.

"Oh yay! This is great." He let out a loud groan. "Oh Kay oh suck on me, deeper, deeper, more, more."

She was unsure what to expect, except that she knew he would cum at some point. She was enjoying the feeling of controlling his pleasure and it was having the desired affect on herself. Though neither of the boys were assisting her the pleasure she was experiencing came wholly from hearing Donny's howls of ecstasy.

By now her head was bobbing up and down the length of his shaft. Donny was urging her on and Matt was watching avidly.

The encouragement spurred her on as she quickened her pace, sucking him deeper until she felt his cock stiffen and twitch as his balls seemed to shrivel. There was a slight puff and splash as he ejaculated. Her tongue caught the salty taste and she swallowed it without thinking. She immediately withdrew his cock and quickened her strokes as her hand gripped him. There was a lurch as more of Donny's white cum exploded into the air and down across her fingers and onto his thigh. 

"Oh God! Thank you. That ...." He panted as she still held his erect cock in her hand. " ...that was amazing."

He lay back on the futon his eyes closed.

The whole experience had made her dripping wet between her legs. The power and pleasure she got from giving pleasure was immense. There was nothing to equal it. 

There was a groan from Matt and a wet splash as he came in a tissue he was holding. He began apologising his face red with exertion.

"I'm sorry I've just never seen anything like that -- in the flesh!"

Kay waved at him telling him not to worry.

"I've got to say it was really sexy." She looked down and cried. "Oh damn!"

At the front of her beige shorts there was a dark stain at the crotch from her sexual arousal. Both boys looked and she thought she could read their filthy thoughts.

"You better take them off." Donny said. "And dry them."

Donny brought a fan heater / cooler from the corner as Kay stepped from her shorts. His cock was dangling in front of him with some slime hanging from it. He just didn't care.

Kay was wearing white almost transparent high sided panties, which she adjusted. Matt could see her pubic hair through the front, which he found immensely arousing. Donny turned on the heater near an open window, so it would blow outside not warming the cabin too much, as it was already warm inside. He received the shorts from Kay and cheekily smelled the front making a great display of his pleasure much to Kay's playful anger by gripping his slack cock. They laughed and settled down on the settee and futon. 

For some time they just lay and listened to the music. Kay was frustrated because although she had been aroused neither of the boys had considered her needs. They seemed to be lying contented like a pride of lions after devouring the day's kill. Kay was enjoying the music and gently rocking her legs squeezing little thrills through her body. This carried on in silence for about half an hour in silence but the occasional smile and look between them all.

Kay was the first to speak.

"What now?"

Matt ever caring responded quickly.

"I think it's only fair that you should have some enjoyment." He said self-righteously.

Kay smiled.

"That's fine with me." She replied. She stretched her legs in front of her. She still wore her trainers and white knee-high socks. Her dark pubic mound was prominent beneath her white nylon panties as she squeezed her thighs together enjoying the effect and a few more poppers from her top came open revealing the curve of her breasts and no bra.

Matt was slowly getting over his masturbating but Donny was already hard. 

"Let's try a different position." 

"Such as?"

He looked around the room. His eyes alighted on the table.

"How about on that?" He pointed towards it.

"It looks a bit uncomfortable." She said.

"Let's try." He said and taking her hand moved to the table. 

They stood kissing passionately breathing heavily through their noses. Donny's stiff cock was against Kay's thin panties and he took the opportunity to press into her. She opened her legs to feel his tip against her clitoris through the damp man-made material. Her eyes rolled back as she felt the pleasure of his contact against her most sensitive area. Matt lay back on the futon lazily stroking his penis as he watched.

Donny began to whisper to her.

"Do you enjoy sucking my cock?"

She groaned but never replied.

"Would you suck Brad's?"

An immediate thrill of excitement shot through her body at the mention of Brad's name. 'Oh Donny was wicked' she thought. He knew his dirty talk and depraved mention of sex with Brad turned her on. It titillated her. It was so very naughty. It drove her wild.

"Would you suck anybody's cock?" He persisted. She was enjoying the game as his cock slid between her legs over the wet and now transparent panties. 

She decided to play along with this new game.

"What kind of girl do you take me for?" She said playfully. "Some kind of slut?"

"Would you like to be?" He whispered in her ear as he pushed slightly quicker and firmer. "Would you enjoy getting fucked and sucking guys cocks?"

He's done it again she thought as her breathing quickened. He seemed to read her dreams and fantasies then take them further than she dared herself and it added to the exquisite sensual pleasure.

"Yes I would." She whispered breathlessly and groaned. "When I'm like this I'd suck anybody's cock."

This reaction caused him to buck into her more rapidly and she fell gently onto the table as he held her. She lay back on the table her hips raised to him so he could position his cock between her labia and slide his fat cock along the slit, rubbing her clitoris through her panties.

His hands fondled her naked breasts beneath her sweater. A fine sweat was covering her body like dew on the morning grass. She gasped and then bent her legs and clamped them around Donny's body pressing his buttocks into her with her stockinged heels.

"Would you let Brad fuck you?" Gasped Donny, as he pushed into her. She squirmed with a look of concentration on her face. "Would you like his big cock inside you?"

She never answered but groaned until she stopped for a few seconds holding herself up slightly to look down between their bodies. She was full of reckless abandon and for some reason Donny was pushing all the right buttons. She flung her head back with pleasure.

"You'd like anyone to fuck you." He whispered close to her ear. "You just want to fuck don't you?" 

She then emitted a series of high pitch squeals as her orgasm came upon her. Then she hoarsely whispered her reply leaning in to his ear.

"Yes I do. I do I really REALLY do! Awww!" She came but not before he slid two fingers into her well lubricated hole. 

Matt was really starting to feel excluded. He was also feeling like a voyeur. He had just watched some of the best live pornography in his life. His cock was hard as rock and because he had already cum earlier he felt he would last for a while. He decided he must join in. He got up and moved next to Kay and Donny who was still bucking between her legs. Even though in a highly charged state, Kay smiled up at Matt.

Matt began to rub his cock head around her hardened nipples, enjoying the feel as they flicked against his tender end. Kay flashed a glance at him and writhed as she saw him rub his damp end over her body. She was approaching a second orgasm and turned towards Matt. She reached for his cock and brought it to her mouth. 

Donny watched in fascination as she licked the tip of Matt's cock but looked at Donny as if to say 'is this what you want'. This lasted for several minutes as she ran her tongue up and down his hardened rod. She held him in her mouth for a second or two and then devoured him. Donny pressed between Kay's legs and on her panties as he watched her lips around Matt's engorged prick. She whimpered and snorted through her nose, her mouth fully occupied. 

Matt stared down, aghast. He had never experienced anything like this before. He felt light-headed as if going to faint. He ran his hand over her hair and fondled her right breast as she held his hips, with both of her hands, her legs wrapped around Donny. Matt could see Donny's cock-end poking up over her panties to her stomach.

As she sucked deeper and more lustily she would occasionally look up to his face and smile with her eyes. She would also encourage Donny to keep going as she was on the brink of another orgasm. She pulled Matt's cock from her mouth but only so she could tell Donny she was cumming but then immediately returned to Matt. 

Matt's legs began to shake as he could feel his own orgasm building. 

"Oh! Yes Yes!" He cried.

Matt began to discharge into Kay's mouth, which she swallowed. She withdrew her head while still pumping his shaft the remainder of his cum landing on her cheek and hand. He bent over her jerking into her hand. 

"Oh Yes oh Yes!"

At that Donny discharged onto her flat stomach and belly button. They were all heaving and Kay managed to use Donny's cock to achieve another and noisier orgasm. After that there was silence apart from the heaving of their chests as they recovered. 

They lay for several minutes quietly together enjoying the afterglow. Then they were startled by the cabin door banging. They immediately jumped up in horror. They were shocked and after a few moments of disarray hurried to find their discarded clothes, which were dotted about the place. When they had pulled on their clothes they waited but nothing happened.

After a few minutes tidying themselves up and looking at each other in silence Matt went to the door. He looked about but could see nothing, so he pulled it over and ensured it was firmly closed. Once they were in some semblance of dress they sat on the furniture looking at each others guilt-ridden faces. Kay had her head in her hands.

"Who do you think it was?" She said quietly. "And what do you think they saw .... or heard for that matter?"

There was a pregnant pause.

"It was probably just not closed properly." Donny broke the silence, ever the optimist trying to make light of the situation. 

Matt was not so sure but said nothing trying not to make Kay feel any worse. If it was his mother she would have screamed he knew. If it was his father who could tell, he was a soldier after all.

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On the following Wednesday Kay was in the cellar walking back along the tunnel that joined her shop to the butchers shop. The main lights were off. The rather dim energy saving wall mounted lights provided the only light. As she approached the storeroom she heard Iona walking down the cellar steps talking.

"Kay had to go next door to the butchers she'll let herself back in. She has a key." 

Kay was just about to let Iona know that she had used the cellar to return, when Larn said. 

"Perhaps she fancies some of this." His voice echoed along the tunnel.

Curious, but for some unknown reason, perhaps the tone of his voice Kay dived behind a brick pillar. She waited and then peered round the pillar and caught a glimpse of Larn lewdly holding his manhood in one hand as he walked with Iona. His penis was semi-hard and quite a size Kay noted. 

Iona responded angrily. 

"Stop it she's just a kid -- leave her alone." 

He put his arm around her shoulders and prodded at her with it, which started Iona laughing.

They entered the brightly lit storeroom passing within a whisker of where Kay was standing but didn't close the door. 

Kay edged towards the store end of the subterranean passage. She passed the storeroom door and could see a single table in the middle with Iona next to it. Iona's overall was unbuttoned down the front and her white patterned underwear was on display. Larn was near her, unbuckling his broad black leather belt. 

Kay was stunned by what she was witnessing but suddenly jumped as she heard a creak from the butcher's end of the cellar. She immediately hid not knowing whether to inform Iona or not. What could she say? She made certain she was well hidden moving back towards the darker wall area. 

From her vantage point she could see both inside the storeroom and to her amazement Mr Goodiner appear in his green and brown tweed suit. He was walking as casually as you like toward the storeroom. Kay just didn't know what to do. She could see Iona and Larn in an embrace beside the table. Larn had removed his jeans and was as stiff as a board against Iona. Iona was moaning and gasping as he fondled her breasts.




Cabin Fever Ch. 08



Kay looked back to where Mr Goodiner was standing, near to the open door. He must be able to see, she thought. So she waited for the explosion. 

Larn lifted Iona onto the table but Mr Goodiner didn't move. Oh my God Kay thought he's going to wait and catch them in the act. Iona groaned as Larn slipped off her bra revealing her ample breasts and started to suck on her large brown nipples. She had a great body not skinny but without excess fat too. 

Larn peeled Iona's white panties down and off, placing them on a chair. He bent down between her legs and in so doing revealed her huge black hairy pubic bush. Kay was stunned and her fear had been replaced by excitement, even though she knew Mr Goodiner would hit the roof shortly.

Larn placed both his hands at the top of Iona's thighs and placed his thumbs in her bush parting her quim. Kay could see Iona's bright red glistening inner labia clearly exposed. She looked back to Mr Goodiner and he did no more than remove what looked like, a freshly laundered white handkerchief from his pocket and began unbuttoning his trouser fly. Kay watched in horrified fascination at her friend being opened up by Larn while her boss, an old man began masturbating in front of her. 

Mr Goodiner was semi-erect when it appeared and what she thought would be shrivelled and gnarled was in fact large and healthy looking. It certainly compared favourably with Donny and Matt's. With his right hand he was pumping his penis. Slowly at first until it was fully erect. 

Kay was wet between her legs and as she watched Larn's head moving between Iona's legs. Iona was groaning and running her hands through Larn's hair. She arched her back and squealed as she must have cum and Kay could feel the now familiar tingling in the pit of her own stomach. Iona pulled Larn gently up to her mouth and Kay could see his tight buttocks and black hairy legs between Iona's. His arm was positioning his cock for entry and when Iona bent her knees and opened wide he slid in to a fanfare of howls from Iona.

Kay could hear Larn as plain as anything asking Iona if she 'liked it', 'wanted more', 'enjoyed being a slut'. 

"What about your little pal upstairs? Would she enjoy some of this?" 

To Kay's horror she could see his buttocks clench as he said this, pushing in deeper.

"Stop it Larn she's not like that." Iona gasped.

"Well she don't know what she's missing do she baby?" He humped Iona as her white thighs gripped and released his hips. He lifted Iona's legs in the crook of his arms and placed a leg on each of his shoulder. Iona's hands gripped the edges of the table as he pounded into her with long strokes. "Do she baby? Do she? Huh!"

He was panting as he thrust more energetically. Iona mumbled something in reply which sounded like 'no'.

Kay began trembling at the mention of her own name in these circumstances. She then noticed Mr Goodiner had begun thrashing wildly as Larn continued his questioning. Kay was embarrassed but also excited. She couldn't believe the number of men who seemed to be attracted by her whether young or old. 

Iona was on the verge of cumming as Larn shouted arrogantly.

"Yeh! Ride my big cock baby." 

Iona was yelling for him to cum in her as Larn gave a graphic description of the remaining actions. 

Mr Goodiner ejaculated into his handkerchief and wiped himself off as first Iona then Larn climaxed. 

Kay was shaking and wet. But the only thing she could think about was getting out of the cellar unnoticed. Thankfully Mr Goodiner retreated back to butchers shop, but not before writing a note which he placed inside a brown envelope and left on a table near the storeroom door.

As quietly as possible Kay made her way back to the store. 

Once up the stairs and through the door she leaned back on it shocked and not sure how to react. She needed time to think about what she had witnessed. She wished she had the boys to talk to.

After what she had witnessed with Mr Goodiner she was in awe. She knew it was stupid but just hadn't thought of people as old as Mr Goodiner having a sexual appetite of any description. She would have to start thinking of them in a new light. She wondered if it was all men or just perverts like Goodiner. 

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She was rudely brought back to reality by the doorbell ringing. Kay took a deep breath and tried to control herself. She moved to the door. It was Matt's dad. He was looking through the patterned door window. She had forgotten to unlock it. She was shaking, whether with nerves or excitement she didn't know. She checked that she was decent, calmed herself and with a smile opened the door for Mr Jones.

"Sorry Mr Jones, I ... I had to do an inventory check in the cellar, so had to lock the door." She apologised in best little girl manner, immediately appealing to him.

"No problem Kay, don't worry." He smiled at her but then looked concerned. "Are you ok?"

She was horny, soaking between her legs and definitely shaking with sexual tension.

"I'm fine ... fine." She said exhaling shakily and looking down in embarrassment as she remembered what she has just witnessed. She prepared herself, looked up and smiled. "What can I get you, Mr Jones?"

Then she felt embarrassment again as she thought of the cabin door banging the previous night. She had to push the thought right out of her mind or she would fold.

He looked around as if searching for something. 

"I need a new pipe. I was sure Goodiner stocked them."

Kay turned and looked around at the various shelves, relieved that she could look away from him for a moment, eventually she spotted them. She would be required to use the ladder to get them down. She walked over to it and dragged it along to the bay. Her shaking had made her unsteady and her foot slipped off the first rung. Mr Jones ran forward gripping the side of the ladder, and catching her arm. He looked concerned.

"Are you sure you're ok?" 

He moved really quickly and powerfully, Kay thought due to all his fitness training no doubt. He was really nice and for an old-ish guy. You could certainly see where Matt got his good looks from. She shook her head. She had to snap herself out of this. She felt his strong hand holding her arm.

"I'm fine. It's nothing really." She replied, feeling stupid for slipping.

"You take care. Don't want you injuring yourself when you'll be competing." Then taking hold of the steps he insisted in his commanding military voice. "No problem I'll hold the steps for you." 

She steadied herself and climbed. The shelf the pipes were on was quite high so the hem of her overall was above Mr Jones head. She began to worry as she knew she was wet down below and might reveal a stained pair of panties, if he looked up. She hoped he would be a gentleman and respect her dignity, though she was as horny as hell. He certainly hadn't the other evening. Taking the opportunity she had offered him. She was wearing white cotton panties and hoped the gusset would do its job of soaking up her female moisture, even though there must have been a large amount. As it happened, it didn't matter, as he was the perfect gent and didn't look. That must have been due to his good army training, she thought and she respected him for it.

What she didn't know was it had taken all his self control to avoid sneaking a peek up her overall. As she stretched for the pipes he could hardly resist the temptation of re-living the joy he experienced at the weekend when she had accidentally flashed her panties to him, his cock twitched at the thought. However he resisted looking and helped her down with the container.

She placed the box on the counter and helped him choose a new pipe by looking at the various, styles, colours and shapes and choosing the one which most suited his character. Kay found the whole process was fun and was quite flirty due to her being horny and the pleasantness of Mr Jones. 

In the end he thanked her for her excellent customer service and left grinning happily. Kay smiled but in looking down saw a brass plate reflecting her legs all the way up to her obviously damp white panties. She flushed with embarrassment at the thought of what he might have seen but on reflection recalled that he had been such a gentleman earlier perhaps he never looked. Perhaps? 

Mr Jones sped off along the street at a brisk pace whistling while fingering his new pipe. He beamed as he reflected. He had been chivalrous in not looking up the girls overall and for that he felt he should be commended for his self-control. Then she had stood over that brass plate and as he looked down he could not help what he saw and he enjoyed it. She was as wet as a bullfrog fresh from the pond. In fact he was sporting a boner like a baseball bat that he would have to get rid of before going home. If ever there was a need for a home run this was it. 

Kay thought of him looking at her panties and it started to turn her on, as it had done at the weekend. He was certainly a good looking guy for his age. What was up with her? 

She started to blame Iona and Larn for her condition. If she hadn't seen them she wouldn't have felt so horny in the first place. And of course there was Mr Goodiner. He had changed her thoughts about aging men completely it appeared they were as bad as young men.

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As she was thinking this Iona and Larn came out of the cellar. They were talking and Iona giggled as she had on the way in to the cellar. Kay looked at her but avoided eye contact.

"Has the shop been busy?" Iona asked returning to her serious façade. 

"No, not really. 'You?"

Larn began gripping his large belt buckle.

"Well she's certainly busted my balls." He said this in his lecherous way to Kay.

"Stop it Larn. Ignore him Kay. We've put the delivery away that's all."

Kay quietly continued with her work unsure how to react. She again wished Donny and Matt were here to share this with.

Larn said his goodbyes with a "see you two ladies next week and don't do nothin' I wouldn't do" and left. The two assistants worked silently clearing away, as it was nearly home time. 

The door opened and Mr Goodiner walked in full of cheer and good humour.

"Everything well Ladies?" He said. 

"Fine thanks." Iona replied smiling.

"Yes fine thanks." Said Kay not being able to think of anything else to say to him, her mind was full of jumbled thoughts and images and she could hardly look at his face.

"Good good." He looked at Kay's legs until she moved behind the counter, when he raised his eyes. "Been busy?"

"It's been quiet this afternoon." Kay responded.

"We had a delivery which I've been helping the delivery guy with." Iona cut in.

"Well that's excellent, Iona." He looked directly at her. "I trust you got everything you asked for, I wouldn't want Mrs Goodiner chasing missing stock again. You know how it upsets her."

"Yeh! I made sure I got it all." She said this with a knowing smile. 

Kay had to keep looking down at the counter during this exchange in case she gave herself away. It was obvious Iona knew that Mr Goodiner was watching her. Then all of a sudden she realised this was all arranged, the storeroom door open, the light on, the brown envelope, this was the bonus system. 

Mr Goodiner made her snap out of her thoughts.

"Good good." He said looking towards Kay. "Have an enjoyable night ladies. See you tomorrow."

As her eyes followed him out the door, all Kay could think about was his semen soaked handkerchief in one of his pockets and his leaking penis in his suit trousers. 

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Cabin Fever Ch. 09



Once again Kay decided that she had to give some serious consideration to what was happening to her life, before term started back. The events over the past months were rushing by and gathering pace and she didn't want to be just tossed along in this wave of sexual release. She wanted to be in control of her life not a victim. She realised she would have to stop seeing Donny and Matt in the cabin though the thought upset her. 

The problem was that she had to put a brake on something and get back on track. She wanted to be a doctor and she wanted to be a successful swimmer. The thought of the games Iona, Larn and Goodiner were playing and the parallel with herself, Donny and Matt; coupled with the fact that they may have been observed in the cabin, just as she had observed Iona and Larn beneath the shop, made her feel uneasy. She had thought her and the boys were sophisticated but after seeing Iona and Larn on show for Mr Goodiner for money, she just felt it was grubby.

She would have to inform the boys of her decision to call a halt to any more sex play between them. She couldn't bring herself to go to Matt's in case she met his dad or God forbid his mom; at least his dad was in the army. One of Matt's parents had undoubtedly witnessed her and the boys participating in sex games and it made her embarrassed just thinking of it. She phoned Donny and Matt and arranged to meet at the Starbuck's in town.

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Kay arrived first and sat alone with a milk-shake and cookie. She wore a white cotton vest that clung to her full breasts and a yellow pleated, knee-high skirt. The outfit was completed with white laced ankle socks and yellow pumps. 

'Hi there, all alone?'

Kay looked up to see a young man in shorts and a singlet. He obviously worked out looking at his arms and chest. He had a scar on one cheek, crew cut blond hair, bright blue eyes and freckles. He's cute, was her first thought.

'I'm just waiting for someone.' She said pleasantly.

She could see dog-tags below his vest which could mean he was in the army or less likely, judging by the rest of his appearance, wearing them as decoration. 

'Your boyfriend's a very lucky guy.' He had a dimple in his cheek when he smiled which she found extremely attractive.

Kay blushed.

'They're friends.'

'Oh they! But no boyfriend then?'

'Well boys yes, but not in that sense really.' 

She realised how awkward it was to describe their relationship to anybody. Yes they were very good friends but they were also participating in sexual activity. All together! How could she explain that to any normal person? They would think them bizarre. She felt a little embarrassed at what they did but also somewhat proud of being adventurous enough and then sometimes she just felt mixed up.

'Really? Can I buy you a drink, you've nearly finished that?' He indicated her glass and took the opportunity to casually glance at her breasts which sent a thrill throughout her body. Her face reddened again. 'It might cool you down in this heat!'

She glanced away trying to avoid his piercing, laughing eyes. It was as if he could see deep inside her. She decided to deflect his advances.

'No you're Ok. I'll just wait until my friends get here.'

'May I join you?'

He was persistent and she was caught off guard. She didn't want to appear plain rude, it was not in her upbringing.

'Why ... sure. Of course ... yes.'

He sat opposite and their legs touched under the table, she flinched but he didn't move. She felt the hair from his legs against her own briefly and it made her pulse race.

'Are you often in town, I'm sure I would have remembered seeing someone as stunning as you, if I'd seen you before?'

'Oh please.' She was still quite shy and he was so forward. 'You don't need to flatter me you know.'

He touched her hand.

'I'm serious you're one of the most amazing looking girls I've seen in this town, if not the best.' 

She could feel his legs against hers and his hand was strong and rough. She looked into his eyes and they twinkled with a deep wickedness. She hated herself for getting aroused but he was so attractive and his voice young and bright. 

'What's your name? Mine's Joe.'

'Oh! Hi Joe, mine's Kay.' They shook hands but he held onto hers.

'Kay you are so pretty and I'm not just being a slime ball.'

She laughed.

'Well that's good to know.' 

They continued chatting. Kay felt comfortable with him and giggled at his comments. He was older than her and had a maturity about him that she liked. It was easy to see he was comfortable with girls and this probably showed experience beyond his years, she thought.

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The boys arrived as Joe was placing Kay's drink on the table. Joe instantly recognised Matt from the base.

'Hi Matt.' He said as Matt and Donny sat down at the table. Then Joe realised they were here to meet Kay. 'Oh I see you're here to meet with this young lady. You must be the non-boyfriends.'

Donny and Matt laughed but didn't know what he was talking about. Kay laughed and shook her head at the boys.

'Will you be at the base tomorrow?' He asked Matt.

Matt nodded. Kay loved his southern accent.

'Yes we are.' Matt felt a twinge of jealousy. ' Er ... sorry ... Joe. We've got a college project to discuss.' Matt lied.

'Oh Ok sorry y'all. Well please don't let me disturb you.' He was polite. 'I'll be on my way, is that ok? And I'll see you tomorrow.'

'Sure.' said Matt.

'Oh that's a shame. It's been really nice meeting you.' Kay offered her hand and taking hold of it he touched the peak of his non-existent cap and said.

'The pleasures all mine ma'am.'

He turned to leave and gave a wave as he left. They all responded.

Matt looked at Kay sternly.

'What did he want?'

'Oh! He seemed a really nice guy.' She smiled.

Matt actually liked the guy.

'I s'pose so.' He replied.

Donny and Matt looked subdued. Kay looked up and smiled.

'Hi guys what's wrong?'

Donny pointed to Matt.

'He's got some bad news. He better tell you.'

Matt looked shell-shocked and lost for words. Kay stood up and put her arms around his shoulders, Donny glanced at her breasts.

'We're moving.'

'What?' Kay was incredulous. 

'Dad's got a new posting we have to move to a new base.'

'Isn't it a bit sudden?' Kay said still in shock.

Matt nodded his head as they all sat down.

'It's a special placing for dad. It's probably his last before he retires from the army and it's right across country.'

'What about you? Will you have to go? What about your studies?'

Kay looked to Donny who shook his head indicating the hopelessness of the situation. Matt spoke.

'I'll have to go and resume at the nearest college. It may even be on the base.'

'Oh my God. This's awful.'

They sat quietly for a while. Then Matt spoke.

'What did you want to speak to us about? It sounded pretty serious.'

'Oh ... oh that ... it was nothing ... it can wait.' She replied distractedly. What she was about to tell them seemed irrelevant now. She certainly could not bring herself to mention not wanting to see them when Matt was leaving and there would be no cabin anyway. 

The thought of the move had placed such a damper on their meeting that they never hung about but headed home to digest the dismal news alone.

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Matt was told he had three weeks until he would have to ship out to his new location. Joe became a lot more friendly over the next few days and Matt invited him to the cabin one night, midweek. Donny was also there but Kay wasn't as she was still working at Goodiner's and had to rise early next morning.

Donny was playing some music and a computer game when Matt returned from the base and brought Joe with him. 

'Hi Joe you Ok?' Donny said and put down the games controls. 'Just filling in time.' He added covering his embarrassment at being caught playing games. 

'S'ok don't let me interrupt you. I like GTA myself. It's cool.'

This had the effect of making Donny feel less childish for playing on the console in front of a soldier.

'Here I brought you guys a few beers.' and he placed a Wallmart bag full of bottles near the coolbox.

They settled down playing music and talking. Joe talked about places he'd been and the army training and girls he knew and unusual places and situations in which he had had sex. It was obvious that he was very experienced with women. Donny and Matt were in awe. He could tell a good yarn and mesmerized them with his liquid tongue. Eventually they inevitably got drunk and Joe engineered the conversation around to Kay. 

'Now she is one beautiful lady.' Joe said then added deviously. 'But I know the type, stunningly sexy body but not really interested in sex, I would imagine; waiting for her wedding night before she'll present him with her deliciously ripe cherry.'

Matt looked at Donny; he could see Donny was bursting to say something to impress Joe. But Donny managed to contain himself. Joe continued emphsising his accent and hamming up his speech.

'No she's an untouchable alright. Not like some of the girls I've been with. Why I know girls soon as I return to my hometown, they remove their panties before giving me a greeting kiss. I bet the lovely Kay doesn't know what a real kiss is like.'

This was too much for Donny.

'No you've got Kay all wrong. She's one really hot kitten.' 

'Really? Tell me more.' Joe said.

'Matt and I have been making out with her for months. Ain't that right Matt.'

Matt nodded reluctantly at Joe as he caught his eye. Matt then looked at Donny trying to warn him off saying too much but he just wouldn't look back.

'What you mean you do a spot of fumbling in the dark? Stuff I used to when I was a kid.' Joe chided him.

Donny was insulted. Joe was just too good for the naïve Donny. In fact he should have worked on interrogations and no violence would need to be used. 

'No not just fumbling in the dark. I mean much more.'

'Such as?' Joe replied.

Matt could see Joe was egging Donny on trying successfully to reveal more. Donny blurted out everything they had been doing, as they all continued with good drink and good hearted banter. Joe was so impressed that the more aware Matt, didn't even realise he was participating fully and graphically until it was too late.

'What! She gives you blow jobs? The two of you?' They both nodded. 'That princess pleasures you in that way? My God what a horny angel. You are one lucky pair of guys.'

There was nothing Matt could do. It was all out in the open. To be honest for a moment he thought it would add to his kudos on the base for the short time remaining. Anyway he could hardly be bothered as he was getting drunk. They were all drunk and the much more sexually experienced Joe would probably have forgotten in the morning, he thought. 

'What have you done together then?' Joe continued his interrogation. Matt giggled.

Between them Donny and Matt recounted everything they had done with Kay. As they were half-way through telling him Joe suddenly said.

'God I've got a boner on.' 

They all laughed.

Later Joe had to return to the base as Donny and Matt sat around. Matt recovered slightly and had a go at Donny for telling Joe so much about Kay. But Donny countered that he, Matt had also said as much and Matt then laughed drunkenly. 

'Anyway.' Donny replied. 'She's a big girl and can stand up for herself.'

'That's true. Said Matt, slurring. 'She is a big girl alright.'

And both he and Donny giggled.

'Look she likes it.' Donny continued. 'What about when she told us about Brad her fucking cousin? She was willing to have his cock in her. Anyway she told me she'd fuck anybody when she was aroused. Hey I think Kay's great but I think she uses us as much as we use her.'

'Yeh you're probably right.' Said Matt and sank the last of his whiskey which helped him forget his misgivings. 

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At the weekend Matt invited Kay to the cabin and promised a surprise. He was still a little ashamed of what he and Donny had told Joe but thought this might go someway to please her and redeem himself. The invitation had come at the behest of Joe and Matt knew Kay liked him. Donny couldn't come as he had another engagement that night, which he had been most secretive about. 

Kay had been a little apprehensive about coming especially after the night somebody had caught them, thankfully the side gate was open and she entered by it rather than the house, so avoiding Mr or Mrs Jones. 

Kay was pleased to see Joe, who was equally delighted and made no secret of it. Tonight they all brought drink with them and wasted no time in imbibing. Matt encouraged Kay and Joe to talk by taking a back seat in conversations and rarely interrupting. Matt was preoccupied with thoughts of his impending move, so was quite willing to let them chat.

Joe had no problem creating conversation. He probed her looking for topics that Kay was interested in. He eventually asked her if she had been to see Stones Falls especially when lit up at night, with her being a swimmer and all. She said she didn't drink and swim as it was bad practice and Joe said he didn't expect her to swim, just go and have a look. Matt encouraged them to go alone as he'd been to see it loads of times and it wasn't too far to walk. 

They walked and talked and Kay laughed at Joe's stories told in his most outrageous southern drawl. She was definitely tipsy. As they walked he occasionally touched her arms or back; gently caressing her. She noticed but didn't object and when he put his arm around her she found herself placing her head on his shoulder. She found him attractive and the environment and alcohol made her more amenable to him. 

They arrived at the falls after about twenty minutes and watched the white water gushing as spotlights beamed down upon it. There was a small wooden pavilion nearby from which you could observe the tumbling water and enjoy the thunderous crashing, echoing within. 

'I just love it here.' She said as they sat and she nestled into him. 'But have never been here at night, can you believe that?'

'I just think you're totally unbelievable.' He said as he looked into her eyes. He made her feel so desirable.

When he moved to kiss her she didn't pull away. Their kissing was passionate and their tongues probed each others' mouth. She was becoming aroused and could feel he was also he pressed into her. She had to control herself. His hand moved to her breast but she decided that was as far as it should go. She moved his hand away and shook her head.

'What's wrong?' He said quietly.

'I don't think we should.' She sounded troubled and unconvincing. She looked up into his face. His hands were on her shoulders. 'I've ... I've only just met you.'

'Is that so wrong?' He said soothingly.

'It's just a bit sudden.' Kay looked down. 'I think you're really attractive but it's all a bit ... like a whirlwind.'

'You're young exceptionally attractive and we're attracted to each other. This is the 21st century, even in this town.' They both smiled at that. 'Life's too short. I could be shipped abroad anytime and might never come back. What's wrong in living the moment.'

He looked at her steadily. She was beautiful and lissom. She was a real challenge he thought. She was pretending to be an innocent college girl but he knew different.

'Is it me?' He said and he pulled her into him by her waist. She ran her hand up his shoulder she could feel the chemistry between them. 'Ain't I good enough for you? Would you prefer it to be Matt or Donny? Or both?'

'What do you mean?' She said holding him off. 

He looked down into her eyes. He decided upon the direct approach.

'Do you want to know the truth?' 

'Yes of course.' She said. She had a puzzled look as a smile played on her lips. She was beautiful he thought.

'I know you put out for the boys.' 

'What!' She was really shocked and pulled away from him.

'What I said.' He replied coolly.

If she had been sober she would have blushed with embarrassment but now she just had to know what had been said to Joe and by whom.

'What have you heard?' She looked serious. 

'I know everything.' 

She was shocked and felt a lump rise in her throat.

'Everything? What's everything?' She felt dizzy with shock she was confused. 'How do you know?'

'They told me.' 

'Who? Matt and Donny?' She could not believe what he had said.

'Yes.' 

She felt sick. She shook her head to clear it. 

'I can't believe it? What did they say?' 

'They told me about the things the three of you get up to in the cabin.'

She went cold. How could they have said anything? It was total betrayal. Her head fell in her hands.

There was a long pause as they sat with only the rumble of the water to accompany them. She moved her hands from her face and straightened up and faced him.

'So you think I'm some sort of slut and thought you'd try it on?' 

'No no not at all.' He was indignant. 'I think you're gorgeous.' He placed his arm around her shoulder. 'It's probably my fault. I was telling the guys stories and being drunk they felt they had to brag, to compete. Look I won't say anything, honest; on my word of honour as a soldier and a gentleman.'

Even while in shock, she found his archaic southern manner endearing. She snapped out of it. She couldn't speak. To think they had betrayed her in this way. Being drunk wasn't an excuse. She could just about imagine Donny but Matt as well? This put an end to their relationship forever. How could they have been so unfeeling? She began feeling sorry for herself but then thought what else could she expect? They were a pair of immature boys, not men. She should have realised when they first started experimenting, playing games that it wouldn't last and would probably come to this or something very similar.

She felt her self pity turning to anger. She wanted them to pay for what they had done but how? It seemed obvious to her now that Donny and Matt just wanted to use their sexual experiences with her to brag about; So the more people that knew, the greater their pleasure. She could hardly use violence against them, though at this time she felt like beating the pair of them with a baseball bat. Now Matt was leaving, whatever she did would hardly affect him for long. It had to be something that was immediate but would hurt them both. She turned things over in her alcohol affected brain. 

Joe whispered comforting remarks to her vowing his discretion and honour as a soldier in his regiment until she believed him. He seemed a nice guy. Then she knew what she must do. She turned and resumed kissing Joe enthusiastically; long, slow and passionately. She was disappointed with the guys and decided to teach them the one lesson she knew would hurt them for a long time. She sat back on the bench and gave Joe the sexiest look he had ever had.

'Ok soldier, show me what you've got.' 

He was surprised at her change in attitude and suddenly believed this was the girl Donny and Matt had told him about and he was going to get some of. He unbuckled his belt and removed his semi-erect cock. Kay looked. It wasn't Brad's but it was a handful. 

She gripped it. She moved her mouth to the head and felt it twitch. She rolled back his foreskin as she placed the end between her teeth.

'Oh God that's sure nice, Kay.'

Kay looked up at him, withdrawing his cock from her mouth she said. 

'I want you to make me a promise?' She held his erect penis as it twitched in her hand.

'Sure ... anything ... if I can.'

'I want you to promise whatever we do tonight, you'll make sure you tell Donny and Matt, nobody else but Donny and Matt, every little detail.' She squeezed his throbbing penis as she held his gaze.

'Oh sure I promise, Kay. I'll do that for you.' He was smiling and excited in anticipation. 'You can bet your buttons I'll make sure they know in graphic detail and I won't tell nobody else, I promise, cross my heart.'




Cabin Fever Ch. 09



'For that you win tonight's star prize.' She bent forward. 'Now let's stop messin' around.'

She sucked at him several times, easing his foreskin back and forth, then moved back to look at it.

'Not bad.' Then looked him in the eye. 'Have you got a condom?' 

'Yes, I sure have.' 

She held his gaze, as she smelled the muskiness of his penis. 

'Good because you're going to need it.'

Joe could not believe his luck. This innocent girl had completely changed she was acting like a city whore, in her manner and language and he was not going to miss what might be the opportunity of a lifetime. 

Kay continued her ministrations, as he stood and held her head, his face looking up to the clear sky. He moved his hands over her shirt feeling her pendulous tits as her head bobbed back and forth, and he rocked his hips. Until she slowly removed him from her mouth and asked him if she wanted him to put the condom on. 

He tore open the packed and they both worked together to get it in place. Kay removed her jeans and slipped off her panties as his condom covered cock pointed at her. She lay back with her legs open and he looked at the black hair on her vagina, with the moist pink labia showing through. At first she wasn't fully lubricated as he slowly entered her. He withdrew several times pushing further in, each time he renewed.

Kay felt it hurt at first as she was dry but then started moistening after she moved to position him, to rub against her clitoris and after a few gentle pushes back inside. Finally fully lubricated he could give long strokes into her. She started with little gasps and then began groaning louder. 

He started speaking as he thrust and looked down. 

'Oh you're fucking gorgeous. Is this your first time?' She nodded through groans. 'Your pussy is so tight.'

She began rolling her head from side to side. 

This wasn't how she would have planned it. She felt sure her first time would have been with Donny or Matt and especially as Matt was leaving; but no they had betrayed her to look like big guys in front of Joe. Well it was their own fault and they would have to live with it. The fun was over.

So it ended up being Joe! But it could have been anyone. He was a good looking guy she looked at him as he was thrusting into her. She was enjoying this, but it was tempered by why she was doing it; revenge; for that reason it wasn't great. She could feel the pressure building up inside her. Her legs were wrapped round his back her heels pulling him deeper into her. 

She felt his cock twitch and explode into the condom; it seemed to go on for ages as he pumped into her, sending tiny thrills through her body. She hadn't cum yet but she wanted to. As he lay inside her she began to grind herself on his body, kneading the small of his back. In response he rubbed his pubic bone against hers, as she had been used to with Donny and Matt. She began building up, groaning and then almost screaming as she felt the dam burst and her orgasm arrive. 

All she could hear was the sound of the babbling water, like the prattle of loose tongues.

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Kay didn't go back to the boys. She felt the whole association had run its course. Both Donny and Matt tried to contact her but she didn't respond and they reluctantly gave up. Joe made them aware that he and Kay had full sex and she thought he probably embellished it but she didn't care. Donny and Matt on the other hand were both ashamed for their part in the betrayal. Matt and his family left the area. She never saw Matt before he left. 

Donny had a new girlfriend, the infamous Shelley Watts which was why he had been so secretive and not been there on the fateful night. There was one thing for certain Kay thought, he was getting full sex now because Shelley was 'one thing in college for certain' as Donny had told her and Matt. Kay went away to a coaching session for a couple weeks and when she got back found she had won a scholarship to a prestigious medical college, so effectively she never saw any of them again. 

The only person she did see before she left for her new college was Matt's dad. It happened as she had finished her last day at Goodiner's. Matt was already at the base and Mr Jones had come back to sort some things out. He approached her and was genuinely pleased to see her, as she was him. 

He gave her a hug and a lingering kiss on the cheek. She felt his hard muscles against her body and was impressed once again how he had not let himself go. She had always thought him an attractive man for his age, early or mid-40's.

'Well Kay, you look as beautiful as ever.' He said in his affectionate way.

She was wearing a thin, button-up, cotton dress with blue and red flowers on a bight yellow background. She looked down.

'Why thank you Mr Jones. You're as flattering as ever. I'm going to miss that.' She looked at his physique as she stepped back and said playfully. 'You're not too bad yourself.'

'Coming from you, that's a genuine compliment, Kay.'

'How come you're back here anyway?' She said returning to polite conversation.

'Oh I've got to sort the house out and a few other things.' Then he added, suddenly remembering. 'And I've sold the cabin.'

'Really?' Kay said with a note of sadness, even if the thought of the betrayal stung her for an instant. 'I'll miss the old cabin.' 

'Well I hope it gives as much pleasure to its new owners.' He said and Kay looked at him quizzically for a second then looked away. She wasn't certain what he meant but hoped he meant the innocent use it was put to.

Mr Jones looked at her for a few seconds thoughtfully. Kay was also thoughtful until Mr Jones snapped her out of it.

'I'll tell you what. How would you fancy having a look at it before it finally goes?' 

'That would be fantastic! Should I pop over later or ...?'

'Yes that would be fine I'll be in anytime after 17:00 hours.' He smiled and added. 'I know, we can wish it farewell with a glass or two of something. How would that be?'

Kay agreed happily and they went their separate ways.

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Kay decided she would dress up for Mr Jones as he always appreciated her so much and she wanted to give him a treat, to pay back his compliments; something to remember her by. She bathed and put on her nicest perfume. She looked in the full length mirror at her naked body turning to see if there were any obvious flaws or spots. She stretched and turned holding the white towel over her breasts. She looked over her shoulder at her lightly tanned back, down to her smooth round ass, down her taught legs and thighs. She stepped into a pair of high heels, to see the effects on her calf muscles, it made her legs look shapely but not too much so. She tossed the towel on the bed and looked down her body at the round breasts with large (but not too large, she thought) light brown nipples. Her stomach was flat and she looked down to the trimmed black bush between her legs. She laughed as she thought of Mr Jones and what he would think if he could see her now. It made her feel quite excited.

Then she was reminded of the night 'someone' had been in the cabin when Donny, Matt and her had been in the full throes of sex play. She suddenly felt embarrassed. What if it had been Mr Jones? She sat down on the bed and tried to rationalise her thoughts. If it had been him, he certainly made no suggestion that it was. He always acted the same to her, even though she had caught him looking at her few times; she had even teased him a couple of times to test if he was looking and he was; he certainly had an eye for the ladies, in saying that he had always been a gentleman. She remembered the occasion when he mentioned that 'she must keep that fine body in shape' and smiled to herself. Then she thought back to the time when he held the ladder in Goodiner's but kept his eyes pointed down. She liked him and felt ok with him. If he had witnessed them having sex, he was discreet. She then wondered what he saw and more importantly what he thought about it.

She decided to push those negative thoughts to the back of her mind and get dressed. She placed out her silk lilac underwear. The bra was half-cupped and had a frill and supported her breasts to best advantage. The panties had a white lace frill down the front and edges. She wondered if she should wear stockings and a skirt or stick with trousers. He had tried to look up her skirt in the past and so she decided to wear a short dress and hold-up stockings and perhaps give him a treat later. 

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She went to the house and tried the font door but there was no answer. She saw that the side gate was open, so walked through the gate closing it behind her. She spotted him at the bottom of the garden.

'Hi Mr Jones?' She shouted. His shirt was off and he was in jeans and boots, doing some spadework among the plants.

'Oh! Hi Kay sorry I was just removing some plants that Mrs Jones had forgotten to take with her. She nursed these and didn't want to leave them.' He wiped his grubby hands down the denim of his jeans and immediately apologised. 'Oh gee Kay look at the state of me I must look real mess, when you ...' His eyes brightened as he digested her beauty. 'Gosh you're gorgeous.'

Kay bowed. 'Would you like a twirl?'

He nodded mouth open and in the light of the fading sun, he saw through the material of her dress, to capture the outline of her lithe body. The late sun outlined her open legs. He blew out his cheeks and wiped his brow. After a pause in which he drank in her beauty she said casually.

'You finish up what you have to do I'll wait in the cabin, if you like?'

'Sure that's a good idea.' Then he added as he continued to look at her. 'You look dressed for a high class hotel or restaurant; I don't think I can match that.'

'Oh gosh don't worry about that. I just wanted to give the old cabin a good send off. I think you're lovely just as you are.' She leaned and touched his arm then pecked his cheek, leaving lipstick marks next the dirt he had swiped across his face. He pulled his arms behind his back to avoid dirtying her clothes. She felt the sweat from his cheek on her lips and licked them tasting the salt, it was good. He noticed and smiled.

'I'll pot this plant quickly and get showered and changed. I won't be ten minutes.'

'You be as long as you want I'll still be here.'

'Have you eaten?'

'Yes thanks I had something at home.' 

'What about a drink?'

'Oh that would be nice.' She said; excitement in her voice.

'There's some Coke in the coolbox.' He said in his deep voice. She frowned unconsciously. 'Oh ... and I think you'll find some other drinks in there to.' 

She laughed realising he was joking. She went to the cabin as he wheeled the barrow and plant, in the opposite direction, towards the house.

Kay entered and looked around. Hardly anything had changed even down to the old music system and coolbox, though the Playstation was gone. The futon, settee and table; scene of many a sex-filled night; were still there, nobody had wanted them as a memento. She walked over to the coolbox and it had a couple of cans of Coke but some white wine, whiskey and a bottle of champagne, all freshly bought she surmised.

She removed the wine and unscrewed the top, there were a few clean glasses on top of the coolbox which Mr Jones had obviously brought from the house, She poured herself a drink. There were a few copy CD's which she browsed through. She picked a slow number by Snow Patrol they used to dance to and played it. She moved over to the settee and sat down. 

The posters were still on the wall though one had a corner curled away from its Buddy tape and obscured some actor's face. She sipped her wine looking up at the mezzanine and ladder. She smiled remembering them making a grab at her. They were really only kids after all, she thought. She looked down to the futon where Donny had pleaded with her in his frustration and Matt had tried to be more of a gentleman, more like his dad. 

She heard Mr Jones coming down the path and was going to stand but thought better of it. The door creaked open and he came in closing it behind him but feeling the hinges first.

'Just needs some oil, I think.'

He had changed into a fawn short-sleeved shirt and beige jeans. He looked clean and freshly shaven. His arms were muscular and his waist, trim. He was about as tall as Kay but shorter when she wore heels as now. He smiled and was rubbing his hands as he walked over to her. He looked down at her as she sat and she thought he must have caught a glimpse between her legs; she moved them to the side, to be more modest. When she looked up she was about the height of his zipper which she gave a passing glance at.

'I think I'm about ready for a drink now.' He said.

'Would you like me to get you something?' She said rising carefully from her seat.

'Well if you'll be ok in those heels.'

'Oh don't worry I'm an expert walker in heels now.'

'Thanks. I'll have a whiskey please.'

She lifted herself gracefully and walked to the coolbox. He watched her carefully bend to take the whiskey out and pour him one. 

'Would you like anything in it?'

'Yes, another whiskey.'

She looked at him, he smiled and she added another whiskey. Kay handed him the glass and returned to her seat. He walked around smiling and pointing at things and making observations. They laughed memories the items evoked. Finally he came and sat on the futon opposite her, his whiskey in hand. He drank it off and noticing her wine was empty refilled both their glasses. When he was sat comfortably he looked at her, then removed a red envelope from his pocket and passed it to her.

'It's from Matt. You don't have to look at it now, slip it in your purse, tear it up, it's up to you.' He looked at her pausing for a few seconds as she held the letter without speaking, then breathing deeply he added. 'What he did was wrong and this is his way of offerings some reparation.'

Kay looked in horror at Mr Jones. Thoughts were racing through her mind; what did he know? What had been said? Who the hell else knew? She looked down at the floor then placed a hand to cover her eyes.

'Look it's ok.' His reassuringly soft voice was meant to offer her comfort. 'What's happened has happened and Matt and Donny have been taught a very hard lesson in loyalty. I know they've hurt you and so do they and they've paid a price, namely losing you as a friend. I'm not pleading their case even though I know they're not bad guys, it's entirely up to you but you needed to know they were sorry and reasons, no matter how ridiculous they sound, for doing what they did.'

He looked at her for a few moments then got up and sat next to her; she felt him near but couldn't look at him.

'I can't look at this now.' She said holding out the envelope crumpling it with her thumb. He placed his arm round her, protectively.

'That's ok. It's there hopefully to repair the damage caused.' He took another deep breath. 'Now that's done let's do what we came here to do and wish the old place goodbye.'

He gave her shoulders a squeeze and she turned to him, he smiled at her like a reassuring father. She put the letter down on top of her purse and turned back to him attempting a smile; he had removed his arm and was raising his glass. He chinked her glass and said.

'To the cabin!' He nudged her. 'What about yourself?'

'To the cabin!' She repeated with less enthusiasm.

Things between them lightened up as they began to tell of things that brought back memories. They laughed, comfortable with each other. They changed the background music, each alternating the choice. She could see what a handsome man he had been, and still was. They danced to a few Rock and Roll tracks. She liked his dancing.

After one such dance they sat down. By now they had both had enough drink to release some of their inhibitions. Kay noticed the letter.

'Would you answer a question honestly?' 

He looked at her in the eye.

'Of course, I never lie.' He replied.

'How much do you know?' She was amazed at her own bravery and he to was impressed.

He blew out his cheeks and sat back on the futon. He looked down and then at her face.

'I know pretty much everything.' He said this, without arrogance; just relaying it as a fact.

'I thought so.' She said quietly. She knew he would know. He wasn't stupid and had probably been aware when they had started meeting here that something was going on. She looked up at the timber ceilings and walls as she breathed in the timber smell. She even felt sure when they had been disturbed by noises that it was him, probably ensuring Mrs Jones didn't catch us. She shook her head then wondered whether she should leave, she felt so ashamed.

'I told you it doesn't matter. It's called growing up. We all make it to maturity in our own way.' He was so incredibly understanding, she thought. 'Nobody else knows, Matt and Donny have promised me and G.I. Joe has been warned not to say anything to anyone, or risk his army career.'

She never spoke.

'I know what this town is like.' He said.

I wonder if he does? She thought. What would he say if I old him about Goodiner's?

'I'm aware of the hypocrisy in this town and of the strict religious views held but not always practiced behind closed doors.'

Again she thought perhaps he does know; he's so wise.

'I'm leaving town anyway.' She thought she'd tell him her news. 'I've won a scholarship to St Martin's Medical College.'

'Really? That's fantastic.' He raised his glass. 'Well done, you'll be a star student, I can tell.'

She was flattered and chinked glasses with him. He was excited for her and got her up to dance again. It was if nothing had happened he was so non-judgemental. The music stopped and they sat down.

'Once you start college you'll forget all about this business. I assure you.' He got up as the music had stopped to make his choice. 'Perhaps when you're older you'll look back on it as a colourful experience in your life.'

She noticed he said this almost with longing in his voice.

'Have you got colourful experiences in your life?' She asked smiling.

He turned from the music centre, with a wry smile.

'I've been in the army a lot of years. What do you think?'

'I'm sure a handsome man like yourself has had hundreds.'

He smiled.

'Maybe not hundreds, hey?' And he winked.

They laughed together at his remark. 

'Want to share some?' Kay said through her laughter.

'Oooh no I don't think so.'

'I bet attractive girls threw themselves at you.' She gasped and added. 'I know I would have.'

She shifted in her seat and inadvertently flashed her panties at him, which he delighted in seeing. He loved the display knowing her private place was wrapped in those tight panties. She noticed him looking just as he averted his eyes. 

'No. None as attractive as you, I can assure you.'

'Oh you're really so nice.' She leaned over and kissed his cheek. He enjoyed smelling her perfume. He was aware of the electricity between them in the atmosphere.

Gloria Gaynor's 'I will survive' started up and she stood, placed her glass on the table and danced by herself. He looked on in admiration and pleasure, a smile playing on his lips.

Her arms moved in front of her as she gyrated her hips. Her eyes were closed as she sang along with the words. He was able to take a long look from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, or what he could see of her feet in her heels, without being seen. Her long legs clad in stockings disappeared under her short dress. He recalled her stood earlier in the garden, the sun making her dress semi-transparent; he knew then she was wearing hold-up stockings. Even now he could see she was wearing very little under her dress. Her breasts were large for a swimmer, he thought though they were not disproportionate to her body. He could feel himself becoming sexually aroused his pants started to feel constricting. The song ended with him leaning back on the table. 




Cabin Fever Ch. 09



He said he could tell she would be a really good athlete. She said.

'If I'm as fit as you at your age then I'll be happy.' There was a pause and she realised how bad that would sound. 'I didn't mean it like that. No ... sorry ... you're absolutely great.'

'That's ok.' He said.

'No no I didn't mean that.' She moved over to him and ran her hands up his biceps and over his chest, while she leaned into him. 'You're rock and so fit.'

He leaned back to look at her and said 'careful now' but she didn't know what he meant. She found him very attractive. His body was hard and then she realised ALL his muscles were hard. She found this really sexy. Then she had an idea.

'Would you answer a question for me?'

'Sure thing.' He replied.

'Do you find me attractive?'

He smiled.

'Yes I do.'

'But do you find me sexually attractive?'

'Well ... yes I suppose I do.'

'Do you want to kiss me?' She placed her arms round his neck and nuzzled into him.

With his mouth next to her ear, she heard him say. 'Yes I most definitely do.'

She ran her hands down to the front of his jeans and felt the hard muscle by his zipper.

She lifted her head from his neck and pursed her lips, then placed them gently onto his, the pressure increased as the kiss continued. Her tongue slipped between his lips into his mouth, their tongues slid along each other, arousing them both as they twisted their mouths for position. Her hands moved over his hard muscles, as she did she felt her nipples becoming erect. 

His hand glided over her dress, barely feeling her laced underwear against her smooth skin. They came up for air and she tongued his ear and nibbled his earlobe. Their breath had quickened. His hand ran up the side of her body until his hand covered her left breast and his thumb found her pointed nipple. 

'Hhmmm!' She found herself moaning involuntarily. He was now working on both her nipples, making her moist between the legs. The music stopped and they broke their embrace. Her sigh came out shakily. 'Gosh you are so fit.'

As she went to change the music she smiled to herself at her nipples standing out under her dress. She put on something slow with a powerful and sexy bass line. She turned and walked sexily towards him.

He took hold of her arm and brought her to the futon.

'You're sensational.' He said as they lay side by side. 'Would you take that dress off for me?'

'Hmmm! Yes I believe I would.' She replied and sat up asking him to unzip the zipper at the back. With a few movements she had removed her dress. He looked at her with ever strengthening admiration, as she lay back in her lilac underwear, black stockings and still, the heels. He ran his hand up her legs and they resumed kissing. After a long while she said. 'How about getting out of your things?'

He stood up and removed his shirt and trousers. As he pulled down his pants his cock sprang out of his shorts. It was stiff and a very healthy size, Kay noted. He lay back next to her and resumed kissing her. This time he ran his hand under the lacy material of her bra. His finger and thumb pinched her nipple gently to stiffen it further then his thumb brushed back and forth over its apex, sending thrills like delightful electric tingling through her lower body. Her soft hands caressed his firm, muscular shoulders and back, pulling him into her. He unclipped the front-opening bra, letting it fall away and scooped both breasts with his hands like over loaded snow shovels. Both thumbs played with her sensitive brown nipples. He could hear the sensuous sound of her stockings rubbing together as she ravelled and unravelled her legs, rolling her hips from side to side.

He kissed her on the lips then moved down her body; to her flat mid-riff and gently kissed the toned flesh there. His hand was now nestling between her thighs on the tanned skin between her stocking top and panties. She moaned and rolled her hips as the thumb from his right hand lifted the frilled leg of her lilac panties and touched her trimmed pubic hair.

He could feel his naked erection pressing against the futon mattress. He moved his hand to her stocking and kissed the flesh where his hand had been. His cheek lay against her panties and he could feel the heat emanating from them. The underside of his chin pressed against her thigh as he gently parted her legs and ran his tongue along the inside of her thighs. He could smell perfume and her body's musk.

He moved on top of her and she looked down his tanned body over the slight rolls of flesh, covered with light hair, some grey, down to above the tensed muscles of his flat stomach, where he was holding his erect cock. He was propping himself up on one sinew straining arm. She could see his split cock-end, like an eye, lusting for her body; the light purple coloured head poking from his fist, glistening in the fading light. She placed her hands either side of her pussy and pulled her labia open as she opened her legs as wide as she could, to make entry easier for him, recalling Joe saying she was tight.

He moved down and placed the head at the entrance to her pussy. She was well lubricated and willing and the end of his penis was soon lathered in her vaginal fluid. She moved her hands away as she felt him entering her without much resistance, wrapping herself around his manhood; greeting his shaft as he travelled deep within the coated walls of her vagina. She shivered and made cooing noises as he pushed and withdrew gently, to the liquid sounds of their union. She smelled the muskiness of their bodies mixed with the timber and wood treatment within the cabin and knew this moment would always stay with her and drift back to her whenever she smelled that aroma. 

'Ooooh!' She groaned, in ecstasy as he became more practiced and familiar with her body. 

She smiled as she looked into his face, as he possessed her. He reciprocated. There bodies locked into a rhythm that heightened the excitement on each stroke. He was fully in her and she wanted it to continue forever. Her first full naked cock, Matt's dad! Who would have thought it? Even saying this to herself excited her. Everything excited her. The beat increased and she loved the sensuous feel of his body as he pinned back her gaping thighs that she tried to close around his hips. To be this open and wanton was sending waves of burning thrills through her whole body, building up one on top of the other. She could feel the shape of his cock inside her, opening her. She clutched at his tight buttocks and pulled him deeper into her body, each time his buttocks rose away from her.

'Oh cum in me, please cum in me. Fill me.' His actions became more frantic as he held her ankles and lifted her legs onto his shoulder to afford him greater penetration, not missing a stroke, like a machine he continued relentlessly. 'Oh God yes, yes.'

He started to speak in his deep commanding voice, as she answered with 'oh yes and fuck me more'

'Do you like that Kay?'

'Is that what you want?'

'Am I pleasing you?'

'You're so gorgeous.' 

'Tell me what you like?'

She had made sure she was on contraception after she had sex with Joe. She wanted to feel sperm filling her womb, she was hungry for it. She could see beads of sweat on his brow and his breathing had quickened, when she first felt the tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm. She could not control her vocalisation. It wasn't like the previous times she had had an orgasm in this place, she could now make as much sound as she liked. Then again this was not like any orgasm she had ever had. This orgasm seemed to fill her whole body from head to toe. 

'Oh uh fuck me oh yes. I'll do anything. I love it. I love it. Oh please...' Her body arched her neck craning back. '...Yes oh fuck me harder, Oh Mr Jones yes oh yes. Ohhhh!'

Her orgasm washed over her and she came a second time as she felt his cock jerk and release his sperm into her, thrust after mighty thrust. On his final thrust he forced her hips against him, her legs bent over his shoulder.

He eased her legs off his shoulders one at a time as his detumescent cock slid out of her. He lay with his head in the crook of her neck. She kissed his forehead rubbing her palm gently against his cheek. She could feel his slackening member inside her. His hand reached to her breast it was coated with the sweat from their bodies. She giggled and pulled away when he tried to play with her nipples. 

They lay side by side looking up at the ceiling saying nothing for some time, until she said.

'That was truly fantastic.' She spoke lazily like somebody coming out of anaesthetic.

'It was.' He agreed. 'I can't tell you how wonderful that was for me, Kay.'

'It's never been like that for me.' She said.

'Or me.' 

They lay in silence, in the dark, holding each other. Mr Jones turned to her and said.

'Thank you Kay for giving me such pleasure.' He ran his finger along her naked body, making her downy hair stand in goose bumps. 

She rolled to face him, their bodies touching. They could feel the others' breath on their face.

'Oh you're such a gentleman.' She lifted a leg over his hip and he felt the cool wet from her pubic hair touching his thigh. 'I think I love you.'

They kissed long and hard and in the process he became ready for action once again. She felt him hard against her and decided to move down his body. In anticipation he rolled onto his back. Her eager mouth and hand sought him out. She held his cock and placed the head in her mouth sucking and looking up at him to appreciate the pleasure she was giving him. Both his hands were holding her head. Her tongue licked the underside of his cock-head as she stroked his foreskin back and forth with her hand, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft. She continued for a while and then stopped and lifted her mouth from him and smiled, slime hung from her chin to his cock, like a tightrope walker's rope.

'Here.' He said smiling, and brought her up towards him, then turned her onto her front. 'Kneel up on the bed.'

She did as he instructed, now on her hands and knees head hanging down. He positioned himself behind her, kneeling between her legs. He pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, moving them around and coating them with their juices. She groaned as she felt her opening once again violated. He held her labia open exposing her inner lips and clitoris then bent forward and began lapping at her sensitive flesh. She began crying and reached back with an arm to push his head further into her. She screamed with pleasure as he worked at her, he enjoyed her mewling, he felt powerful to be able to give so much pleasure. She shouted.

'Oh fuck me please fuck me.'

He moved his head away and took hold of his cock, placing it at the opened entrance to her vagina. The heat from her body stiffened his erect penis further. He pushed and slid in without any difficulty. She was now on hands and knees her ass in the air. He reached around to her breasts and massaged them as he pushed into her. He toyed with the hard nipples, receiving squeals of pleasure as he did so. 

'Ohhhh fuck me hard, please.' She cried.

He needed more purchase so moved his hands to her hips and was then able to slam into her at speed. She shouted and groaned as he slapped against her, pulling out to give her great heaving thrusts. Once he slipped and he thought he'd broken his cock but with a realignment he managed to maintain the rhythm. As well as the slapping sounds and their groaning, there were wet sucking sounds and the creaking of the futon which increased as the action became more frantic. When Kay let out a scream and shouted.

'Oh Yes God Yes ... oh yes .... I'm cumming.'

As soon as he heard that, he ejaculated deep inside her holding her hips against him with all the force he could manage. His cock twitched within her several times until his balls were completely drained and exhausted his upper body rested on her back.

Some time later they dressed and said their farewells to the cabin. She couldn't feel sad as she was still in the afterglow of sex. He kissed her and then walked her home. Nothing was said about meeting again. No telephone numbers were exchanged. It was a one-off and they both knew it. As they said goodbye they both knew this was the end.

+++++++++ Prologue

She sat in her bedroom in her underwear still feeling the heat and dampness from their sex. She switched on the bedside lamp Donny had made her and smiled at a fond memory. She clutched her stomach then between her legs, feeling a surge of excitement there even though she was slightly sore, then she noticed the letter sticking out of her purse. She retrieved it, opened Matt's letter and began reading.

++++++++ Matt's letter with Kay's thoughts in parenthesis ()

Dear Kay,

Let me start by saying how sorry Donny and I feel for what happened. We betrayed your trust. Joe told us what you did and I don't want this to sound arrogant but I believe in some way that happened because of our big mouths. What I would have given for it to have been me in his place. 

(She smiled to herself and thought 'like father like son'). 

We told him about us because we were immature, trying to impress him. He had all the stories about his conquests, which by the way you won't be one of, dad has seen to that. 

(She smiled again imagining Mr Jones warning Joe off).

He was sharing his tales with us and it kind of made us look like stupid kids. Well you know the rest.

Dad found out what had gone on after you stopped coming round. For what it's worth, my parents were as disappointed as we were that you stopped coming. 

(She felt she had betrayed Mrs Jones).

We all really think the world of you. When dad found out about our betrayal, he gave me a talking to and lectured me on my dishonourable behaviour. He did the same with Donny. I can tell you we were already feeling bad enough but felt worse when we had our dressing down from 'the major'. He really is a cool guy believe it or not. 

(I believe it, she thought.) 

When I heard he was going back to the house I wrote this and asked him to drop it in to you. 

We did have some good times together when the cabin fever took over us and for those times I want to thank you. I will probably always love you Kay. Nothing can change that. 

(She felt choked up and didn't know whether to laugh or cry).

I appreciate you may not be bothered but Donny is seeing Shelley Watts now! You remember what he said about her? Well perhaps he'll be satisfied now, though I know he'll always feel bad about you. I hope she makes him happy. We've hardly spoken since I moved; I suppose we're all maturing and moving on in our lives. I'm settling in at the new place and will be knuckling down to concentrate on getting decent grades. It's too early to tell if I'll enjoy it here, but I'm sure I'll get bye ok. Whatever happens I'll never forget you or our happy times.

Finally, I just want you to realise I know how this betrayal must have hurt you and can't imagine anything worse than to have been betrayed by those you trust. 

(Just as Me and your dad have betrayed you and your mom, she thought.)

I hope you learn to forget the wrong we did and think of us only when we were happy together. 

Best wishes for your future wherever it may lie.

Love Matt x 

++++++++

She had tears in her eye. She felt emotional. It was the events of the day, leaving Goodiner's; the alcohol wearing off; seeing the cabin, part of her youth for the last time and the thoughts generated by Matt's letter. 

She felt a stab of guilt and realised the gravity of what she had done with Mr Jones. She had just been making love to Matt's dad; to Mrs Jones husband. Who was the bigger betrayer now? She couldn't feel sorry, still feeling the glow of love making with Mr Jones, but that would wear off. Her religious upbringing made her think of the Judas kiss of betrayal. 

Her anger over Donny and Matt's betrayal had subsided but she knew she could never face either of them again; not because of their betrayal of her but of her betrayal of them. She couldn't imagine how Mr Jones would deal with his guilt on a daily basis but perhaps he was more practised at it, though she never would have believed it. 

She knew she must lock the events of this evening away inside her and never reveal them to anyone and now she must get on with her life.

THE END