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Wilderness

By: ukresearcher



During my early years I was a puny kid and inevitably badly teased and bullied until a compassionate teacher became my mentor and gave me invaluable advice. "The answer can only be in your own hands," he said, "- You've got to get yourself fit enough to fight back and you must stick to your studies to ensure that you're smarter than they are." With great effort, I did what he said to the good effect that in my last two years at school I was the school running champion at both 800 metres and the mile. That ensured I was generally popular, attracting my share of girls but, but although being quite lean and muscular, I didn't grow tall than 5' 8". After sixth form I my exam results enabled me to start training to be a teacher.

My running success had suggested that I might have a real talent for running so while at training college I joined the local athletics club. The first day there I saw Patricia and was instantly enamoured by her. Females who are into sports often tend to be of the plainer variety but Pat was the exception that proved the rule -- she was absolutely gorgeous, both figure and face. After a couple of weeks we started chatting and it seemed we had a natural rapport. Her main event was the long jump but she was also in the 200 metres relay team. She definitely liked me but the snag was that she was in a relationship with the hammer thrower -- a rather large but clumsy looking guy called Alex. However all was not lost.

One day, another girl who had guessed that I liked Pat told me not to give up hope saying, "We had a big celebration booze-up a couple of months ago and Pat managed to finish up in bed with Alex. Well she's not a girl for one night stands so she keeps going out with him to make it respectable -- I give it two more months at the most." 

Unfortunately, a few weeks later I had a hamstrung injury and by the time I got back to the club, Pat was an established item with Frank, one of the black sprinters. For the next year I continued to worship from afar but it was a constant torment to see her swollen lips, the hickies on her neck and general well fucked look. Even so I still sought out her company and we continued our intimate friendly conversations. Then one glorious day I found her crying. She explained, "I've just found out that Frank's been screwing both Lena and Sue and God knows how many others -- the cheating bastard." I put my arms round her to console her and the next moment we were kissing passionately. 

Within a month we were sharing a flat and after four years were still together. By then both of us were qualified teachers but working at different schools. We were effectively married but, just as I didn't need to believe in a God to live a decent life, it didn't take a piece of paper to make me intend a lifelong fidelity to Pat. Pat felt roughly the same but early on she warned, "My folks are happy enough about us living together but if you get me pregnant they'll expect us to make it legal." 

Up to that four year mark we'd been content with just each other but Pat had started looking in every pram we passed and I'll admit that the thought of starting a family was no longer anathema to me. In a non-specific discussion we decided that we were financially secure enough to consider starting a baby but that it was important to have a fabulous holiday first, while we still could. The net result of that evening was that we researched and booked a long holiday in Canada for a large part of the long summer break. The first week we were going to spend sightseeing in Vancouver but, as we both liked walking, the second week was to be spent hiking through the British Columbian wilderness. 

To carry enough food for a full week meant we had to be very economical with everything else. Essentials were a tent, two sleeping bags, a means of cooking, a torch and two lightweight rainproof capes but, as we were unlikely to meet others our clothing requirements were cut to the bone. We each wore a hat (to protect from the sun) and shorts but where mine were standard almost knee length type Pat wore the very short jogging variety. Neither of us bothered with underwear. On the upper half we both wore cut-away T-shirts (to prevent chaffing from the back pack straps) and Pat had a brief bra designed more for support than modesty. It's possible that our spare pairs of socks weighed more than all the other clothing combined. 

This week was intended as a sexual adventure where we could apply the maxim 'anywhere, any time' -- ad lib al fresco sex, free from the fear of prying eyes. Unfortunately that isn't how the first two days turned out. I think we had set over ambitious targets for a days trek, we were both captivated by the scenery which meant dawdling and then trying to catch up - and I suspect that neither of us were quite as fit as we thought. The result was that, at the end of both days, by the time we had put up the tent and eaten we were totally exhausted, wanting nothing more than sleep. We did lie close and fondle but neither of us had the energy for actual sex. Starting the third day I told Pat that I thought we should take it easy. Pat quickly agreed. "If we do two hours this morning and just one after lunch that will leave the rest of the afternoon free for messing about," she suggested with a naughty smile.

We eventually stopped on the lip of a narrow ravine but with thoughts of carnal pleasures ahead had decided to only pause long enough for a warm drink. Pat was brewing up while I lay on my back studying a bird high in the sky when suddenly a male voice called, "Put another one in the pot while you're at it -- I'll be across there in a few minutes." I quickly sat up to see what looked like a large naked man with an enormous back pack, already scrambling quickly down the far side of the ravine. Interested, I moved to where I could watch the progress of this unexpected intruder and found myself rather perturbed by the obvious great size of the man. Here was I with a very attractive scantily dressed female and we were about to be joined by a male far larger than I, when there was unlikely to be another living soul within miles in any direction. I felt very vulnerable and my long gone feelings of inferiority came rushing back. Pat was sitting waiting with her knees drawn up under her chin. "For Christ's sake make yourself decent," I hissed, "Can't you pull those bloody shorts down at the front?"

"I see -- and leave my bum hanging out at the back," she said tartly.

Actually my feeling of trepidation rapidly dissipated when a happily grinning, undoubtedly handsome but good natured face moved into view above the edge of the ravine. Joining us he said, "The name's Bret and I'm an Aussie," but instead of identifying us Pat stood gazing up at him a look of admiration on her face. "Just how tall are you?" she asked in wonder.

From his resigned smile I guessed he must have fielded the same question hundreds of times before. "I was just over six feet six when I was nineteen but I haven't been measured since," he told her. 

It wasn't just his height but also the physique that was impressive. Imagine Conan the barbarian -- well although somewhat less heavily muscled, Bret had the same perfect muscular definition. He could have modelled for the famous Greek statue of Apollo except for one detail - Greek statuary always portrays male figures with miniscule sexual equipment where Bret's straining pouch had to be the extra extra large variety. On his back he carried a pack that looked heavier than Pat's and mine combined.

Bret certainly wasn't shy when talking about himself and during the conversation, while drinking tea, he revealed that he was a physicist working on aspects of quantum theory. Now I think of myself as intelligent with a good grasp of scientific principles but just the word 'quantum' makes my brain go to mush. Bret said that he liked a challenge and was using his annual break to spend a whole month in isolation. He'd been dropped by helicopter and would be re-supplied every week at the drop location. From that central position he was spending a week exploring in each of the four cardinal directions and has set himself a different objective to accomplish in each. 

At the end of the tea break Bret mentioned that as his planned route paralleled ours for the rest of the day, he wondered if we would we mind if he tagged along with us. At that point I had no objection but it was Pat who jumped in quickly to say we'd be glad of his company. He'd said 'tag along' but right from the start, with his long legs, he strode on ahead and in places Pat actually ran to keep up with him. This meant that in those places where she needed a leg up or a bit of help it was Bret not me who was always in position to assist. That was irritating enough but worse were those slight hazards where I knew Pat would have acted independent and ignored my proffered hand, because with him she behaved completely out of character, playing the helpless female and throwing him smiles of girlish gratitude.

The final straw came when our path was blocked by a seven foot high block of smooth granite with a crack down the middle. Bret simply ran forward, somehow vaulted easily up then turned round to reach down with one hand and effortlessly pull Pat up to his level. The hackneyed words 'me Tarzan -- you Jane' summed up the image. There was no help for me and by the time I'd managed to laboriously negotiate the hazzard, the pair of them were forty to fifty yards up the trail. I joined them at the top of the slope where Pat moved a few paces back to meet me and announce, "Bret says we ought to camp here." Looking round I saw it was indeed a perfect spot -- level ground, a decent stream about 100 feet down the slope and a small stand of trees over to the left. What niggled was that for our first two days it was I who had decided where to stop for the night. The tents were erected about twenty feet apart and with that task completed I set off to the trees to gather wood for the fire. Heading back, my arms filled with dead branches I saw that they were standing facing each other, very close but not touching and with body postures indicating some kind of tension between them. It was only for an instant and then they both laughed and moved apart.

A few minutes later our large companion set off down to the stream to get water so finally left alone with Pat I asked, "What was all that about between you and Bret a moment ago, both of you seemed pretty tense?"

"Nothing much."

"Well it didn't look like nothing from where I was standing."

Pat hesitated for a moment but then admitted, "If you really want to know, Bret told me that I was absolutely gorgeous and asked if I realised how much he wanted to make love to me."

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything -- I just shook my head but then he said, 'Can you deny that you'd like that just as much as me?'" 

"Did you deny it?"

Pat shook her head. "I didn't answer that at all but instead asked him, 'What about my husband?' - I thought pretending we were married might make him back off but it didn't. He just laughed and said, 'Your husband doesn't necessarily need to know'. I laughed too and said, 'And just how do you propose to accomplish that?' 'A drop of something in his bedtime cocoa to make him sleep a bit more soundly should to the trick,' he said grinning but I told him, 'I'm certainly not going to drug my hubby just for a chance to have sex with you'. Then we both laughed. I'm sure he hadn't meant it seriously and it passed everything off humorously."

"The bastard, I'll beat him to a pulp," I swore angrily.

"You'll do nothing of the sort," Pat told me calmly. "For a start, with his physique he could thrash you with one hand tied behind his back - but the real reason is that he's done nothing wrong. Many men automatically try it on with every woman they meet -- some even think it's unflattering to the girl if they don't. He was just going through the motions. I wish I'd got a quid for every time a man has said the same thing or similar to me and believe me most of them phrase it a great deal more crudely than Bret did. He's really a nice guy. I wish you'd cheer up -- you've looked surly almost from the first moment he turned up."

Pat's words calmed me down and I couldn't say anymore anyway because Bret had returned from the stream whistling cheerfully. We all cooperated on making a meal and the following couple of hours were reasonably pleasant. I must admit that Bret had a good sense of both irony and the ridiculous and he kept us amused with irreverent digs at many subjects including religion and politics. For a while I lost almost all my antipathy but as the evening progressed this gradually returned in force. The trouble was that Bret liked to be the centre of attention (specifically Pat's attention) so he held the floor for far too long and Pat encouraged him by laughing enthusiastically at everything he said, even when it wasn't particularly funny. I was also irritated by the number of glances he cast towards the revealing bottom of her brief shorts. At first I believed she was unconscious of what she was showing but gradually began to suspect that she was quite aware of just how much was on display to his lecherous gaze. Eventually the evening did end but by the time we retired to our tents I felt all churned up inside. 

I was actually the first to go to our tent with Pat following less than two minutes later. The moment she joined me I said, "Let's lose him first thing tomorrow -- I don't think I can stand much more of his overbearing company."

"Sorry love it's too late. Just this minute Bret asked if he could stay with us for the next couple of days and I told him he could -- I can't give him back word now."

It annoyed me even more that she hadn't consulted me before giving the promise but I accepted the news without comment because I didn't want to alienate her. Perhaps it was the competition of another male but I felt an unusually strong need of sex and also wanted to just hold Pat in my arms to reclaim her, so to speak. So it was therefore a shock to see her setting out our sleeping bags separately instead of zipping them together as she had for the previous two nights. Seeing the expression on my face, Pat answered my unspoken objection saying, "We can't really do anything with Bret's tent so close, I'd be too embarrassed and anyway it wouldn't be fair on him"

That was the final straw. "The real reason that you don't want to have sex with me because you'd rather do it with him," I accused.

Pat flushed angrily. "How dare you even think that?"

"Because you've been almost throwing yourself at him from the moment he turned up -- I'm not blind." 

"I haven't. I've only been pleasant and tried to make him feel welcome. Don't you think you're being rather childishly jealous?"

"Am I? When he challenged you to deny that you wanted him you couldn't because it would have been a lie so instead you avoided giving an answer. Can you deny that?"

"Do you realise how pathetic you sound?" Pat said scathingly, "I'm not going to dignify your question by denying or confirming anything."

"That's effectively admitting that you do fancy him."

"Of course I fancy him," Pat spat back, "He's very good looking, he's funny, he's got a superb body, a nice nature and an exceptional brain -- I think any woman in the world would fancy him. He's got to be every woman's dream man." 

"Well if you're in heat for him that badly, why don't you just go across to his tent -- see if I care," I told her putting every bit of venom I could muster into the words."

"I damn well might do just that," Pat shot back, her own anger rising to match my own.

"Off you go then -- don't think I'm going to beg you to stay."

"Fuck you -- I bloody will then," Pat said looking at me with tears of either anger or sorrow in her eyes, then without another word she scrambled quickly out of the tent.

I was shocked that she was taking this so far. During our four years together we'd only had half a dozen disagreements that could be remotely described as rows. None were about anything really serious and each time it was Pat who had tended to make peace first. My annoyance was genuine but I had voiced the upset really as a ploy to get sex. I was sure that Pat would give way to pacify me but instead the whole thing had escalated out of all proportion. Even so I was still convinced that she was just taking the bluff right up to the wire. I lifted the tent flap to look out. Going across to the other tent, Pat hadn't maintained the speed with which she exited the tent. On the contrary, she was walking slowly, almost insolently and I felt sure exaggerating the sway of her hips for my benefit. I should have called her back then but I totally believed that she would turn back before reaching the other man's tent and when she glanced over her shoulder at the last moment I thought that was it - but to my consternation, instead of returning she bobbed down, pulled down the zip and crawled inside my new rival's canvas shelter. 

Despite this it seemed inconceivable that the woman I loved would leave me to deliberately have sex with another man and I clung to the belief that she was just trying to frighten me. 'She'll ask some innocuous question, chat for a minute or two to make me sweat and then come back,' I told myself.

But hardly had I drawn consolation from this thought when reality struck -- Bret must have heard every word we said and waited in his tent scarcely believing his luck. Right then, deep down, I accepted that Pat wouldn't return to me in the same state in which she had left -- having got her in his clutches he was unlikely to let her escape unscathed. Strangely, I never even considered the option of going over to the other tent and physically dragging her back.

Even so, hope didn't finally die until, after about fifteen minutes, I heard a loud gasp that tailed off into a moan of pleasure and knew what act had provoked it. From then on my ears were assailed with the sounds of sex with Pat being far more vocal than she had ever been with me. My heart was pounding almost out of control as I wallowed in a mixture of anger and despair but suddenly I was shocked to discover that my penis was painfully stiff. Despite the temptation I resolved not to demean myself by masturbating to the sound of Pat with another man. Thankfully their mutual urgency ensured that the sex session was of fairly short duration. 

Believing that, having taught me a lesson Pat was sure to return, I concentrated on working out how I should best behave when she did. The minutes dragged by but I was actually grateful for the extra thinking time. I'd just decided that my best course of action was to be apologetic and strictly avoid recrimination -- when it started all over again. But this time it was different. There was far less haste and it soon became apparent that Bret was using his full sexual technique as he kept building Pat up but then denying her release. She was going frantic begging, pleading, even ordering in foul mouthed terms 'Fucking let me cum, you bastard'. When he finally relented it was very plain that she had enjoyed an orgasm of earth shattering proportions. If I had been he, at that point I would have claimed a battle honour and retired from the fray with duty done but Bret simply used that orgasm as a springboard to the next and the now familiar build-up slowly started again.

Thus far I had held to the vow about not touching myself but as the sexual extravaganza in the other tent mounted to a crescendo, I could no longer resist and feverishly pulled back the leg of my shorts. It only took one touch of my painfully throbbing penis to send jet after jet of semen into the air, (I've never ejaculated such a quantity in my life, before or since), and as my body convulsed beyond my control my inflamed brain heard Pat cry out as she had an orgasm that must have been an order of magnitude greater than the first. In the aftermath I suffered one brief moment of absolute shame and despair before my overloaded brain just shut down. In the middle of night I became conscious to the sound of renewed sexual activity but only surfaced long enough to register the fact before sinking back into oblivion.


Wilderness



When I woke the next morning to an empty tent, it was already well past our usual breakfast time but I crawled out nervously. I didn't want them to be still lying together but neither did I want to see the pair standing there with arms wrapped round each other. To my relief the only one in sight was Bret and he was washing down at the stream. As if on cue Pat emerged from the other tent and walked over to me, "I'm sorry," she said.

"What exactly are you sorry for?" I asked.

"I should have known you wouldn't accept a blanket apology," she said a faint smile flitting across her face. "All right, I'm sorry that last night must have hurt you and I'm sorry for the damage it will have done our relationship but I can't honestly say I'm sorry it happened -- how can I regret being made to feel so wonderful and being given a memory that will last for the rest of my life?"

"I can live with that -- it was my fault anyway," I managed to say, despite the pain that her words had caused.

Pat very visibly relaxed. "If it's any consolation, Bret is going back to his own route -- he doesn't think it tactful for him to hang around, so he's leaving as soon as he decently can." Nodding to where Bret was slowly returning from his ablutions she went on, "I'm doing down there to wash now, please don't start a fight while I'm gone."

I watched her walk down the slope, pausing to speak to Bret as they passed. When he drew close I could see that he was studying my face. I hoped he would just start dismantling his tent but instead he marched straight up to me. "Rather a big cock up last night," he said. I assumed he was bragging and this interpretation must have reflected in my face because he corrected with a degree of consternation, "Not me -- I mean you happening to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and dropping your wife into my lap, literally. I'm sorry that it couldn't have been very pleasant for you but, apart from the symbolic angle, there's no real harm done. She loves you a lot you know -- you're really a very lucky man." He stuck out his hand,"I hope there are no hard feelings." Ignoring the peace gesture I turned away -- his hope was in vain because I harboured a lot of hard feelings. 

I busied myself dismantling the tent and packing, partly with Pat's assistance and eventually the point came where both we and he stood facing with packs on our backs. I would have liked to just turn away but Pat walked over to him. Her whole body posture indicated that she would have liked to kiss him goodbye but, after a moment's hesitation, she said something I didn't catch and merely shook his hand. As you can see my resentment at the night's events was completely centred on Bret.

We walked in silence for about quarter of an hour before Pat said quietly, "I didn't mean for it to happen you know. I admit that I fancied him a lot more than I let on but I wouldn't have let it go anywhere. But then when we fell out, I felt you were daring me and it was hard to back down. As I walked across to his tent I was so sure you'd call me back but you didn't and that made me think you couldn't be watching. If you hadn't been looking out of the tent when I looked back I could have hidden somewhere for an hour to make you suffer but as it was I either had to give in or press on. Even when I went in to his tent, I half hoped that I'd be able to talk myself out again but remembering how he looked at me and the way it made me feel, I knew that was a remote possibility. If you had called out to me during the first ten minutes I would have been out of there in a shot."

"I was a total bloody pigheaded fool and you've got nothing to blame yourself for," I told her, "Let's just forget it ever happened."

The next second Pat was in my arms and smothering me with kisses. After a moment or two, she pulled her face away and said with a happy seductive smile, "Let's walk on for another hour until he's miles away and then I think we should have a nice lie down." 

We walked on engrossed in our own thoughts but with a contented feeling of togetherness. At one point Pat broke the silence to tell me, "I just wanted to say one more thing -- I'll never ever cheat on you with anybody else, I promise." Instead of answering I just squeezed her hand. Understandably I kept glancing at my watch, eager for the specified hour to be up. With the sixty minutes almost elapsed, we were faced by a sharp fall in the land. We were standing on the lip of a bank that fell about eight feet to a stream running at the base. The other bank six feet away was only a little above stream level.

Usually I'm exceedingly careful, never doing anything without fully assessing the risks first, so I'll never know why I made that stupid leap. Perhaps it was sheer exuberance at the knowledge that I was about to reclaim Pat's lovely body -- but possibly I did it because it was the kind of jump that Bret would have made without thinking. The trouble was that I hadn't allowed for the fact that the ground would be boggy. In consequence I heard a sharp crack from my leg as I landed and the next moment I was rolling on the floor in agony. I think I must have temporarily passed out from the pain because I came round to find that Pat had dragged me clear of the stream and was bathing my face, a look of panic on her face. "You've broken your leg," she said rather unnecessarily.

I knew what a mess we were in, miles and miles from anywhere with nobody knowing where we'd gone. "You've got to go for help," I told her.

Pat shook her head. "I'm not leaving you." I tried to insist, pointing out it was the only option but she instructed, "Be quiet, I'm trying to think." I couldn't argue - at that moment I wasn't thinking straight at all as waves of pain and nausea threatened to engulf me. Suddenly she jumped up, emptied her rucksack on the ground and searched feverishly through the contents until triumphantly standing up brandishing a police whistle. "Bret may be miles away but it's so quiet that he might just hear this," she explained. "If he does, with all that equipment he carries he's bound to have some way to contact the rescue services. I'm going to blow the Morse SOS every half hour and single long blasts in between and after sending the first signal, I'll light a smoky fire so he'll also have something visual to aim for." I hadn't got much faith in Pat's plan but I thought it would at least keep her occupied until I could get a grip and devise a more realistic course of action.

When not blowing the whistle Pat sat holding my hand and after a little over two hours Bret came striding quickly down the slope ahead. Pat jumped up the moment she saw him. Though a pain haze and at a distance I saw the relief on his face when he knew it was I not Pat who was the injured party.

"Thank goodness you heard," she shouted as he drew close, "Tom has broken his leg and we need you to ring the emergency services for us."

"Sorry -- no can do," he said. "When I'm out here I do equip with the latest technological aids but I think being able to easily able to bail myself out of trouble if I make a mistake would be cheating -- so I deliberately don't carry any communication device at all." With that he knelt to very gently examine my leg before announcing, "The first priority is to do something about this leg." With that he tipped the contents out of his pack and began cannibalised the framework of his tent. Glancing up at Pat I could see she was fighting back tears and I knew she had depended too much on Bret being able to summon up succour. 

When he was ready Bret gave me two large swigs of Brandy then put his folded leather belt between my teeth. Then, at his signal, Pat threw herself across me to hold me down while he pulled my leg into position. The word agony is an understatement and once again I lost consciousness. I awoke to find that my leg had been efficiently splinted using the uprights from Bret's tent and from the position of the sun guessed that a couple of hours had passed. Seeing I was awake, Bret crouched by me to explain that our only hope was the re-supply helicopter but the drop point was a days hike away from our position. "I'm going to carry you," he said, "The next drop is Saturday so that gives me three days to make there it in easy stages. 

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to go and then direct the helicopter to come here?" I objected.

"That's not an option," he said. "And if you're worried about being obligated to me forget it -- I'm doing this for Pat not you so feel free to keep on hating me. She won't leave you and I can't let her stay in danger. Look, there are some big animals around. They're not much danger to an active person but they have an instinct for helpless prey and I don't want Pat to be hurt or killed trying to protect you. We're doing this my way and you're in no condition to object. You need to rest now so we'll set off early tomorrow morning."

That night, from his extensive supplies Bret produced some strong sleeping pills and I did need them.

After an unbroken night Pat actually had to wake me but one glance at her face told me that she had again been well fucked. "I see that your vow of everlasting fidelity was of remarkably short duration," I said bitterly.

Pat blushed scarlet but then after a moment she took my hand and said softly, "I know. I've tried to make excuses to myself but they don't work. When I made that promise I didn't think I'd ever see Bret again and I've tried to pretend that he doesn't count because he's not 'someone else'. I also told myself that he deserved a reward for saving us and I pretended that I was entitled to some relief after all the worry but the truth is that when Bret is available I can't stop myself going with him. I love you so much but he's got an irresistible attraction." 

Gritting my teeth, I squeezed her hand and told her, "Don't worry about it -- if Bret manages to save my life he will have deserved all you can give him." 

Bret had used the webbing of his backpack to improvise a harness. I balanced on one leg to have this fixed round me then, as he crouched in front, I leant forward over his shoulders as the buckles were fastened. He then slowly stood up with me 'safely' fixed to his back. Pat carried the supplies which had been essentially reduced to little more than three bed rolls - there was no tent, little food and no Gaz camping stove.

It was an uncomfortable and very painful journey with my injured leg seeming to jar with every step he took. Nor was I any more comfortable in my mind - I mean how should I have felt towards someone who was making great physical exertions to save my life when I knew he was also going to spend a good portion of the night expertly fucking the woman I had hoped would be my wife?

Camp was made early afternoon with a campfire quickly started, upon which without rest Bret out to either find or kill something for us to eat. Pat and I were alone for nearly two hours but said little to each other. She did hover solicitously, frequently feeling my brow and checking my pulse but it seemed that neither of us could think of anything to say. After eating I dozed a lot and then had the help of more pills to get me through the night. Pat's bedroll had been laid out alongside mine with Bret's some way away but the next morning residual signs of sated passion on my loved one's face told that they had again spent the night together. Just at that moment our eyes met and I knew she realised what I had seen. This time she didn't blush but instead quickly looked away. I had effectively condoned her continuing to have sex with our rescuer but despite this she seemed to have become uncharacteristically shy. 

Before setting off Bret produced an aid he had devised. It was effectively a stirrup for my good foot with the cord feeding over and tethering my splinted leg so it had far less freedom of movement. The effect was amazing -- I felt far less pain and this allowed me to move my weight with his motion, (as one does on a horse) which meant that he was humping far less of a dead weight. 

At the end of that days trek I felt far less tired and Bret showed similar benefit but I had reservations about that. We camped within a small canyon almost like a circular quarry with one segment open. At one end there was a rock shelf sticking out and the bedrolls were laid out under this on soft sand (or dirt), as before with mine and Pat's together and Bret's some feet further along. I've got to say this now -- both Bret and Pat were very careful to observe proprieties in that, although they must have been fucking like rabbits every night, neither betrayed any sign of the relationship while I was awake. Now although deep down I was still torn apart what was happening I had developed a morbid curiosity to see it actually happening. 

That night, although I no longer had a pressing need for the knockout pills, I still accepted my 'dose' but only pretended to swallow them. I already knew that they worked quite rapidly so the pretence of falling asleep did not strain my acting ability and it only took a couple of minutes simulated heavy breathing before I heard the pair of them quietly moving away from where I lay. Through half closed lids I watched them walk away holding hands and at about fifty feet distance they paused to embrace, This gave me the chance to roll over and allow my outstretched hand to quickly locate Bret's small but powerful pair of binoculars. Walking close to the canyon wall, they appeared to be in no hurry, stopping frequently to kiss but, as they were in heavy shadow, I could barely make out their shapes even with the visual aid.

For reasons of their own but much to my benefit, Bret and Pat chose to stop in an area exposed to the light of the full moon, with reflection from the chalky canyon wall increasing the illumination. They were about 200 yards away, directly across the canyon from where I lay but, with the aid of the glasses, I could see perfectly and it felt as if I only had to reach out to touch them. At some point since leaving my side Pat had shed both her shorts and bra leaving herself naked. Bret had retained his thong but it was not for long because, as soon as they stopped walking, Pat moved round to crouch in front of him and release the tie at his hip. At that point possibly it was overexcitement that caused my arm to jerk and by the time I had refocused Pat already had his cock in her mouth. Despite the fact that she had around two inches of flesh past her lips there seemed to be an unrealistic distance between her face and the rest of his body. At first I thought this had to be an optical illusion but, after a few minutes of watching her head bob enthusiastically on that rigid organ, I was forced to admit that the distance truly represented the length of his impressive weapon. 

I assumed that Pat was going to take the blowjob to conclusion but she suddenly stood and I found myself witnessing the most amazing physical feat. First, under her lover's direction she moved her feet further and further apart. Then, when he was satisfied, he crouched between her spread legs to take hold of each thigh, fingers round the back and thumbs on the soft inner flesh and, unbelievably, as she aided balance with her hands on his shoulders, he rose to stand holding her level with his face. Pat then straightened her legs allowing him to start eating her as one does with a melon. Even at that distance I could clearly hear her cries of pleasure. 

Eventually he started to lower her -- no doubt with his chin dripping with juice. Pat's hands moved from the crown of her lover's head to around his neck and further down her supple legs curved behind his back. Leaning back slightly from the hips, moving slowly and carefully but with unerring accuracy, Bret impaled her on the rampant prong of flesh jutting up from his groin. Then purely with the strength of his arms, he began to slide her up and down the stiff column of his impressive male organ and I wondered how she could possibly accommodate such a length or volume for, at the low point of each cycle, the bottoms her thighs momentarily rested on the top of his. I was now further impressed by his physical prowess because I've tried a 'knee-trembler' myself a time or two and know how exhausting it can quickly become. Also, in my own attempts at this sexual variation a lot of weight was of necessity taken up by a required wall but, although his back may have been touching the side of the canyon, that could only have been for balance and this was still essentially a free standing fuck. I would have expected that watching this would have torn my guts out and that I would have been consumed with raging jealousy but that was not the case. Sure enough those emotions would duly arrive but for the duration of these two scenarios I believe I was captivated by the spectacle.

I was consciously surprised at how objectively I could view the woman I hoped to marry being thoroughly fucked by another man. This was possibly due to the remoteness of watching with binocular vision but also the fact he looked so like a Greek God that it made the whole thing seem unreal. Harder to come to terms with, both then and since, are the personal aspects. From her vocalisation it was easy to know that Pat thoroughly enjoyed the experience but that is all I'm willing to allow. What did get through to me was the great bellow signifying the spilling his seed inside her -- that's when I put the binoculars down.

It was quite a while before they arrived back at the bedrolls but I was pretty sure there had been no more copulation. The whole of the canyon had a rock base and as our sleeping area was in the only soft place there was nowhere for them to lie down and as he had me to carry again next day, I doubted if he would have tired himself further with a second standing fuck.

Bret had us awake at dawn and on our way to his supply base as quickly as possible, explaining that he wasn't sure exactly when the helicopter would turn up to deliver and he didn't want it already gone when we arrived. The weather had changed overnight and the clear moonlit night of a few hours ago had been replaced by an overcast sky and thick mist. Despite the poor visibility we made brisk pace and arrived at our destination in a little over two hours. We'd hoped that as the sun got hotter it would clear the mist but if anything it got thicker and Bret got more and more concerned, muttering, "The sodding copter's never going to land in this." To complete the misery, a fine but soaking drizzle started that was to persist all day.

Bret's base camp supply tent was sturdy but small. It contained various boxes and a camp bed but no spare space and due to the inclement weather it would be unpleasant for anyone sleeping outside. We were resigned to the helicopter not arriving until the following day so with a bit of judicious rearrangement room was made for two bed rolls alongside the camp bed -- that had been allocated to me. My leg was beginning to bother me badly. The haste of the morning's travel had caused some buffeting and I suspect I'd gone too long without proper medical attention. Bret gave me some pain relief tablets but said if I could hang on until later, he had something with a morphine base that would really knock me out for the night and ensure that I got some rest.

Lying watching, as the day slowly progressed, I noticed that Pat seemed to get more and more agitated, glancing at me, then at the bed rolls followed by a peek the continuing rain outside. Twice she whispered her worries to Bret to receive his reassurance and both times she then came over to me, solicitously (if a trifle guiltily) fussing over my comfort. Eventually as nightfall approached Bret prepared me a mixture and Pat brought it to me. I was faced with a dilemma - by this time I was badly in need of the relief that the drug would bring but at the same time it seemed vital that I should witness the inevitable copulation that was to come. For some perverse reason I had a need to see my betrayal close up in all its hot and sweaty reality. In the event I decided to hedge my bets. I held the glass to my lips but didn't sip and when Pat returned to her seducer momentarily distracting his attention, I quickly lowered the glass beneath the bed and tipped somewhat more than half the contents on the floor. The remaining third I duly swallowed but only when I was sure I had an audience.




Wilderness



I hadn't counted on how quickly the concoction would work and when I suddenly regained awareness, the carnal activities were already in progress on the floor just to the side of where I lay. I had planned to arrange myself in a good position for my voyeurism before feigning sleep but now I found my head was pointing in the wrong position and it took some time to subtly adjust my posture while maintaining the illusion of sleep. Even when I could see, despite the spectacle of them rutting, drowsiness still threatened to envelope me causing me to concentrate more on staying awake than on their meshed heaving bodies, so I have little detail to report except that their frenzy had to indicate the mutual need that had accumulated during the day.

There was one thing I do remember vividly, something that both surprised and shocked me, and that was the overpowering smell of sex which filled the interior of the tent. When watching porn, in close up or not, that element is not present and when you are a partner in the passionate encounter, for some reason you remain unaware but when lying within inches of a copulating couple you have to be breathing in the mixed aromas of their meshed genitals. The strong odour must have triggered my saliva gland because I needed to continually swallow or else I would have been lying there drooling like a baby. I was still contemplating that thought when consciousness again deserted me. 

I suddenly snapped awake again to find that my mind was crystal clear. They were now stretched out naked side by side with my wife to be lying the further away. He had one bronzed arm round her and they were kissing with tongues enmeshed, his left hand contentedly fondling her breasts while the fingers of her right hand traced lazy teasing circles on his lower abdomen without ever quite making contact with his genitals. They broke the embrace and as if on a signal Pat moved her hand lower to start reinvigorating his penis -- a task she accomplished with practiced ease. When his organ was nicely engorged but not yet at full stiffness she sat up and leaned forward, with lush breasts dangling like ripe fruit, to take his swollen knob end into her wet mouth. As he casually caressed those wonderful tits she used her full oral magic on him but I could tell this was intended to get his great tool ready for more heavy duty action rather just an exercise in phallic adoration.

When she had achieved the required degree of rigidity, Pat cocked one leg over him, adroitly engaged his male prong into her female socket and sank down on him. For a time she leaned forward riding him like a jockey with her hands on his pectoral muscles but once her cry had signified a Derby win she sat up. She continued to look down at him, her hips undulating slightly to maintain friction and with all evidence of his maleness secreted somewhere inside her body. "When Tom is fully recovered I'm going to end it with him, "she said. Her words caused me to make an involuntary moan of despair but I managed to turn it into a snore. 

"I hope you're not thinking of me as a replacement," Bret said with real consternation in his voice. "I said at the start this was just an interlude. Its' a delightful interlude and I've never been with a woman I've enjoyed more but it's still an interlude. I'm far too fixated on my research to get entangled in a relationship -- even with you."

"Don't worry," Pat told him, "I love doing this with you [quick flurry with her hips to emphasise the point] but you're so overpowering I'd hate to have you around all the time. No the reason I have to finish with Tom is that he deserves someone far better than me. I love him so much. He the kindest decent, most loving man I've ever known and I thought we were soul mates but you've made me realise despite all that, I can't go through the rest of my life without ever having a big cock inside me again. I thought I could. The boy friend I had before Tom was fantastic in bed but I finished up hating him. I managed to convince myself that a good relationship was all that mattered but now I know it isn't. Tom needs a wife who'll stay faithful to him and I don't think I can."

"If you are so good together it's stupid to throw it away for high minded principle," Bret advised. "I personally know several husbands who are willing even happy to give their wives some leeway with extra-marital stuff. Perhaps Tom isn't in that category but there are still loads of women in strong marriages who truly love their husbands but still manage to have discreet sexual adventures when the need or opportunity presents itself."

"Maybe you're right -- I know it'll break my heart to give him up," she told him thoughtfully. 

They did some more fucking but the pain in my leg and the pain in my heart ensured that I took little note of it. Later, through the long night with the tent in darkness, I lay with my leg a superheated mass of throbbing agony and visions of gangrene and amputation dominating my mind, bitterly regretting that I had not consumed the full glass of morphine mixture. For most of the next day I was delirious with Bret and Pat taking turns to monitor me with worried looks on their faces. The weather stayed locked in which meant spending another night in the tent. During the evening I had spell of remission in that the pain eased and I felt quite lucid. I wondered if their concerns about me might inhibit them from screwing that night but just one intercepted exchange of hungry glances shared between them told me that was unlikely. This time there was no question of me not gulping down the entire morphine chalice when it was offered.

I heard later that the following morning dawned clear and the helicopter landed about eleven. With very little room, space was made for me to be whisked to hospital but the other two had to wait for a second trip. I was examined, X-rayed and prepared for surgery but virtually the whole of that day is a blank except for a few vague impressions. For some reason I only became fully conscious again minutes before being taken down to the operating theatre. Very aware that I might return minus a leg I looked round hopefully for a loving face but was disappointed. A nurse started fussing around me so I asked if she knew where Pat was. "The helicopter had mechanical problems so your wife and your friend have had to stay where they are until tomorrow," she explained happily, quite unaware of how this news further damaged my fragile peace of mind. 'Nice for them," I thought, 'All alone miles from anywhere without even my helpless presence to make them feel guilty.' A few minutes later I was sedated.

I came round to the great relief of knowing that I still had two legs but then slept again for several hours. The next time I woke it was to find Pat sitting at the side of the bed smiling at me. I smiled back and was about to say something personal until my peripheral vision picked up Bret sprawled out in a chair on the other side of the bed. She got up to kiss me but it seemed more going though the motions than showing real affection. Medical advice had limited this to a short visit but by the end I wasn't sorry. Although Pat chattered for us both it was all about my prognosis and who back home had been informed of my accident with no personal sentiments mentioned at all. Bret gave me a nod near the start and a thumbs up before leaving but didn't actually speak.

Although the visits were far longer, the next three days followed the same pattern. The problem was that they always arrived together. I will admit that Bret tried to keep a low profile, pretending preoccupation with various items of medical equipment or the view outside the window and absenting himself from the room for periods of time but I was never unaware of his presence even unseen -- their body language when arriving and leaving was as good as a diagram of how they spent their nights. All was the same on the next day until shortly before departure time when Bret strode to the side of the bed with his hand thrust out saying, "I won't be coming here again but I don't think you'll be too upset by that. I'd just like to wish you the best of luck and hope you make a full recovery."

This time, I returned his grip and said sincerely, "Thank you for saving my life -- I'll never forget it." There was a long moment still retaining my grip before I added the words that still needed to be said, "No hard feelings." It was a lie.

The next day Pat gave me a warm smile when she arrived, quickly followed by the first really loving kiss since my fall. Even more significant was the remark 'when I get you home' because that showed that she still viewed us as a couple. With Bret gone the difference in her was amazing. Pat seemed more rested and I could no longer see the guilt hidden deep in her eyes. Most importantly I was now able to sleep far more easily without those visions of her being fucked into a catatonic state of ecstasy every night. We were even able to take advantage of single room privacy for her to give me a relieving daily hand job. These started by accident when I complained that my plaster was rubbing but Pat when slipped her hand under the covers to check the problem, her questing hand encountered my over stiff penis.

"Well that certainly isn't broken," she said laughing followed by "Oops," when my pent up erotic state exploded at her touch. There was more amusement as, without ceremony, she threw back the covers and started mopping up with tissues from her bag, remarking 'There's rather a lot' and 'Next time I'll be more careful." It was amazing how the departure of Bret from the scene had allowed our old intimacy to return.

During the week arrangements were made for us to fly back home on the Saturday. Well on Thursday, just before leaving, Pat warned, "I'll be a bit late coming in to see you tomorrow but it doesn't matter because soon we'll be together all the time." Of course I wanted to know the reason and her answer destroyed the illusion I had created, "Bret's going back tomorrow and I want to see him off."

"I thought he went back last week, "I stuttered.

"No, he just stopped visiting because he thought you'd prefer not to see him," she said. "He actually feels responsible for you so he cancelled the rest of his holiday. We ought to be very grateful to him -- you have to pay to be in hospital here but he's managed to wangle it on to his insurance." 

"You mean you've still been sleeping with him all this week?"

Pat shrugged. "I didn't see why not -- it would've been a waste not to. I mean, you knew he'd already fucked me more than once and seemed to have accepted it so I couldn't see the harm of a few more times. Besides which, Bret really stuck his neck out just to save us a lot of money and it was the only real way to reward him. The medical bill would have been thousands."

I didn't argue but remained subdued for the rest of her visit and when Pat eventually turned up the next day I continued to let my resentment show. The journey home was exhausting and it took a great deal of sleep over several days before I felt both more like myself and in a far happier frame of mind. I was to remain a relative invalid for two whole weeks but both my condition and optimism were improving all the time. I felt our relationship was almost back to how it used to be -- this helped on my part bu the fact that my rival was safely at work a whole ocean and over half a continent away. The large pot on my leg was replaced by a much smaller one and this greatly improved my mobility. Since the return we had had sex but this was me fondling her and Pat getting me off with either hand or mouth. Now I was going to attempt the real thing. The attempt was successful not just once but three times with Pat pulling out all the stops to give me the best sex of my life.

The next day I was hobbling around in a contented haze until, without preamble, Pat said abruptly, "We've got to stop seeing each other -- I think we need to split up."

"But last night," I gasped, completely bemused.

"You deserved last night and I tried to make it special as a memory."

Her announcement had caught me by surprise but I had had plenty of time to prepare my counter argument. "I know why and I understand but there's no need to separate," I said urgently. "After seeing how you were when you'd been with Bret -- and before that when you were going out with Frank, I know that I can't give you the kind of sex you need. It's unfair to expect you to give that up just to be with me so I'm prepared to let you have sex with other men. It's just a matter of not letting my love for you be possessive love and recognising that sharing you won't really take anything away from me." It was a desperate plea and from the emotions on her face I almost thought it had worked.

"It's more than that -- I'm pregnant and it can't be yours," Pat told me sadly.

"But how?" I asked stupidly.

"We'd agreed to try for a family after the holiday and I thought we would always remember if I conceived when we were miles from anywhere. I was going to tell you that I wasn't protected the first time we made love but it didn't happen. The Saturday was the day I was due to ovulate but everything had already gone wrong by then so I just hoped that Bret wouldn't impregnate me.

It didn't need any thinking about. Taking a deep breath I told her, "It looks like WE are going to have a fine son. I think we ought to get married if only to keep your folks happy -- that is if you still want me?"

Her answer was wildly and emotionally affirmative.



Wilderness



"Hey Jade, what do you think they are talking about?" My best friend Janelle (Jan) asked me quietly.

Jan and I were soaking in the outdoor hot-tub around the first of June. It was just outside the back patio door of my house. 

I looked through the rising steam at our parents who were sitting around the patio table across the pool. They were laughing and drinking margarita's and looked like they were having a great time.

"I don't know, I guess grown up stuff." I told her and pulled my hair out of my eyes.

Jan got closer and whispered, "No...Keep watching, sometimes our dad's look over here and whisper something to each other."

My long hair was limp from the steam and I pulled the rubber band off and started to put it back in a ponytail, "Here let me do that." Jan told me, so I held my head back while she straightened it and made a new ponytail for me.

"Thanks, that's better!" I told her when she was finished, "You want me to do yours?"

"Sure, keep watching." She giggled, and turned her back to me so I could fix her long blonde hair.

Janelle and I both had hair that went to the middle of our backs. Mine was black and hers was golden and sort of curly. Mine just hung straight down like moms. I loved how glossy it looked wet, black and shiny like a ravens feathers.

I glanced over to the grown-ups and sure enough Dad and Shaun were whispering something to each other while our mom's went to the pool bar and refilled their glasses. I saw them looking at us and then quickly look away while they hurriedly talked about something before mom and Meagan got back.

"Did you see that?" Jan asked me.

"Yeah, I wonder what they are up to?"

"Who knows, but if I know my dad they are cooking up something."

"Probably planning another hunting trip," I sighed.

My dad and Shaun had been going hunting every summer since I could remember. I guess you could call them modern day woodsman. Living near Seattle gave them a chance to go hunting and fishing several times a year. Janelle, her mom Meagan and Shaun had moved in around ten years ago, and Jan and I had pretty much grown up together. In fact we'd just graduated from High School and were planning on going to the same college if we got accepted.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jan replied, "They probably don't want our mom's to hear about it yet." She laughed, and sunk in the water up to her ears.

Jan and I had been making our own plans for summer. It was mainly to party and have fun before we started college.

"I'm glad we don't have to go back to Thurman anymore." Jan said leaning her head back on the padded edge of the tub.

"Me too!" I told her, "I don't ever want to see that place again!"

I leaned back and soaked in the swirling water up to my chin, and thought about the crazy stuff Jan and I had did our senior year. 

We sort of had gotten reputations as being easy. I guess we were a little too easy if the guy was hot, and we'd had a few beers. I didn't see anything wrong with having sex, and neither did Jan. It had been fun for the most part and only a few of the guys had been jerks.

Jan and I were 18 and enjoying our lives, even if it was a bit on the wild side. We weren't the only ones; there were lots of kids in school that partied just as hard as we'd done! It wasn't our fault the guys thought we were the two hottest girls in school. We didn't think we were all that, but lots of boys did.

The problem was that It made a lot of other girls jealous. And that only made Jan and me that much closer. We stuck together like sisters when things went bad. We even got into a fight one time at a party with some of those girls, but it didn't last long before the guys broke it up.

Thirty minutes later it was getting too hot to stay in the tub much any longer so we got out and dried off. I noticed our dad's watching and acting like they weren't, and then talking some more. I could tell they were all getting drunk because our moms were laughing and talking loud.

We wrapped towels around us and padded over to say goodnight.

"About time you gave up the tub!" Dad said, "It's our turn next."

"Night dad...mom."

I gave dad a quick kiss on the cheek and then mom. Jan said her goodnights, and we hurried inside because it was late and getting cold outside.

After Jan and I took showers we spent an hour or two flirting with boys on our cell phones. We were talking about who was the cutest and setting up dates for the weekend. It was fun flirting with boys and reading all their nasty comments about what they would do to us if they got us alone.

Most of them didn't realize they didn't have a chance, but we flirted with them anyway just for fun.

Our house was big and shaped in an "L" with the pool and hot-tub tucked inside the back of the "L." My room was upstairs on the short end of the "L" and you could look down and see the pool and the hot-tub tucked under the large upstairs deck.

That evening I'd given up around one in the morning and fell asleep on my bed while Jan was still texting in the dark. About an hour later she shook me awake.

"Jade!" she was shaking my shoulders, "Jade wake up you've got to see this!"

"What?" I groaned and looked at my clock that said 2:23AM in green numbers.

"Come here...hurry up!" Jan told me excitedly.

I drug myself to sit up and rubbed my face, "What's the big deal?"

Jan got down on her knees and walked over to my window, "Stay down so they don't see you...hurry up come and look!"

I was groggy and a little mad that she woke me up, but I crawled over on my knees and peeked over the window sill, "What?"

"Look at the hot-tub." She whispered like someone could hear us.

All the lights were off and it took a minute to focus because it was pretty far away and dark. I saw some movement and then saw what it was that Jan had wanted me to see.

Our dads were sitting up on the edge of the hot-tub in the dark. Our moms were in the water between their legs giving them blow-jobs!

"Wow!" I murmured, and looked harder through the dark and steam.

You couldn't see the details, but it was plain enough to see our mom's heads bobbing up and down in our dad's laps!

I felt like a peeper but couldn't stop watching! 

Then it hit me that blonde haired Meagan was doing my dad! And my dark haired mom was bobbing up and down on Shaun's cock!

"OH MY GOD!" I said to Jan, our parents are swingers!

"I KNOW!" Jan replied, "Who would have guessed that?"

We kept watching and it got worse!

Our moms got up and held onto the side of the tub as the guys got behind them doggy style and started doing it to them!

It was hard to see but you could definitely tell what was going on over there in the dark. The guys were standing behind our moms and pumping their hips back and forth.

"Your dad is fucking my mom!" Jan said in amazement.

"SO, yours is doing my mom!" I replied not being able to break my gaze.

"WOW!" Jan said again, and kept watching with me, "Our parents are kinky!"

"Amazing!" Was all I could think of to say.

When they were done they all got back in the water and it looked like they were kissing.

"I hope your dad changes the water tomorrow!" Janelle laughed, as we crept away from the window.

We were in our PJ's and got back on my bed under the covers, and laid in the dark thinking about what we'd seen.

"How long do you think they've been doing that?" I asked.

"Fifteen or twenty minutes."

"No, I mean swapping with each other." I told Jan, because she could be dense some times.

"I don't know, maybe your dad is really mine and vice versa!"

I laughed, "Yeah right, you've got some imagination girl!"

We laughed and fell asleep without any more conversation. I kept having the image of our moms leaning over taking it from behind and just couldn't believe it! I didn't think people in their forties did stuff like that!

The next morning Jan and I found out that wasn't the end of the surprises we were going to get that summer.

When we came down to the kitchen our dads were sitting at the table with coffee and looking at a map. Mom and Meagan were cooking up pancakes, and a large plate of bacon and eggs was already on the table.

It looked like the Smith's must have spent the night like Jan had done with me. I sat down wondering what they had done all night long? It was weird looking at mom and remembering how she had been bent over taking Shaun's cock! I shook my head trying to get the image out of my mind.

"Hey girls!" Dad said, "Hope you're hungry?"

Shaun looked up from the map, "Better fill up, we've got a long flight ahead of us."

"Dad what are you talking about?" Jan asked and sat down next to me.

Mom and Meagan came from the kitchen with a huge stack of pancakes on a plate and sat down with us.

"You're going on a surprise trip," My mom said with a devious smile as she started putting food on her plate.

The adults all looked at us.

"Where?" Jan asked, scooping some hash browns on to her plate.

"North." Meagan said, "That's all you need to know for now."

Jan and I looked at each other, "North?"

Shaun stopped looking at the old map, "We're taking you girls with us on a trip to the wilderness!" He grinned as I almost dropped my fork.

"I thought nobody was ever allowed to go with you on your secret hunting trips." Jan told her dad.

"Yeah!" I added.

My dad and Shaun had always taken at least one trip a year. I'd wanted to go with them several times but the answer had always been no. Girls weren't allowed to go hunting. Not even our moms could go with them, so Jan and I were pretty surprised by the news.

"Cool!" Jan said, "So where are we going up state?"

"You'll see when we get there." Her dad told her, "You better get packing we leave tonight!"

We ate breakfast but no one would tell us anything else. Mom helped me pack and I had two suitcases full of warm clothes, and just about everything else you could imagine.

"How long are we going to be gone?" I asked her.

"Two weeks so you need plenty of clothes." Mom said, zipping up the last bag, "You better take some tampon's."

"I just had my period last week," I told mom.

"Okay, well you girls are going to have a great time," She smiled, "Your father and I went there when we first got married!"

Before I knew it we were on our way to some unknown destination!

"This is exciting!" Jan whispered as we sat in the back of dad's Tahoe on the way to the airport.

Our mom's had given us hugs and kisses like we'd never come back before we left the house. When we got to the airport we figured part of it out, because we were flying to Anchorage Alaska. From there we didn't know the rest but Jan and I figured we'd know soon enough.

It took forever to get the gun cases out of security when we got there, and we finally got a hotel room and spent the night. Jan and I had a room with two beds and our dads were in the room next to us.

We were really tired but still excited that first night. Jan kept asking me where we were going. I kept telling her I had no idea but I think she thought I really knew. We crashed out for the night wondering where we'd be going in the morning.

"Where do you think we're going?" Jan asked me again, when she crawled into bed.

"The only thing dad told me was it was wild country."

"Wow, this is exciting!" Jan replied, "I wonder if we'll have a tent or what?"

"Yeah, I guess we find out in the morning."

The next morning after a huge breakfast that was absolutely amazing, we took a cab to the airport. Well not the big airport we arrived at, a little one that had airplanes on floats instead of wheels. Dad found the pilot and we loaded up our luggage in the back of this big Cessna float plane.

For the next two hours we flew over wild country that looked like no one had ever been in before. Pine trees everywhere, and miles upon miles of snow and not much else. We landed in Fairbanks before noon and had lunch while the plane was refueled and the pilot checked the weather.

Then it was off again for our final stop. After a long bumpy ride we landed on a beautiful clear lake fed by the Goldstream Creek. Jan and I had big eyes as the plane taxied across the lake to a big dock and shut down. After the pilot tied the plane we got out and looked around.

"WOW!" Jan said, and I had to agree it was fantastic!

The first thing I noticed was how quiet it was, except for a breeze. I had expected it to be freezing cold but they were having a warm spell. Well it was warm for Alaska, but the sun made it seem pretty decent and the smell of pine was almost overwhelming!

"Come on girls, plenty of time to look around after we get unloaded!" Shaun told us as him, and Dad started stacking luggage on the dock from the plane.

Jan and I pitched in and it was amazing how much stuff we had with us. The dock had a huge stack of gun cases, luggage, and some boxes I didn't even know what was in them.

The pilot and our dad's talked about something as Jan and I sat on the dock and looked at the wilderness. Jan spotted a log cabin way up from the dock where the woods began.

"Jade, do you think that's where we are staying?"

"I hope so, I hate tents!" I told her.

"Come on girls we have to haul all this stuff up to the cabin." Dad told us.

We each grabbed what we could carry, and headed up the old dock as the plane started his engine and left us behind.

"What do you think?" Dad asked me, as I wheeled my two suitcases over the rough boards.

"It's beautiful dad!"

"I love it up here!" Dad told me, "No people, no rules, just wild country where a man can be a man!"

"It looks dangerous too!" I told him.

"It is, but don't you worry about it," He replied, and helped me unstick my suitcase wheel where it got caught in a crack; "Shaun and I know how to stay safe up here."

Just then we heard some howling off in the woods, "What's that?" Jan asked.

We all stopped and listened, "Wolves." Shaun told us, "Long ways off don't worry about it."

"Wolves?" Jan said, "Are they dangerous?"

"Sure are, bears are worse!" My dad told us and we started off again, "You girls better stay close."

It gave me a shiver and I hoped the cabin was strong enough to keep the wild animals out!

It took us three trips to bring up our stuff and stack it on this big old wooden front porch. Once that was done dad unlocked the padlock on the front door and opened it up. We all grabbed some bags and went inside to see where we'd be staying for the next couple of weeks.

It was one huge room, well except for a side door that I guessed was the bathroom. On the side wall was a huge stone fireplace with some wood stacked against the wall. The opposite end had a big counter and shelves up to the ceiling with canned goods stacked in neat little rows.

On the back wall were two double beds, piled deep with furs and comforters. It was dark inside except for the light coming through the front door. That's because there weren't any windows in the place! I was kind of glad about that because I didn't want a bear to barge through a window and eat me some night!

"We're home!" Dad laughed, "Hope you don't mind roughing it?"

I really had to use the bathroom, and went in and found a built in outhouse. It was just a wooden hole cut in a big plywood box, and painted. It did have a real toilet seat, and I looked down the stinky deep hole before I sat on it. A roll of toilet paper hung from a big nail on the wall, and there was a sink with no faucets, just two big buckets of water sitting next to it.

I realized it was going to take some getting used to as I washed my hands in the frigid water and went back out to help stack all our supplies in the corner. Shaun had started a fire while I was gone, and that lit up the room more, as dad and Jan finished stacking up stuff.

"Looks like we need more wood." Shaun said to dad.

"Yeah we better get busy before dark!"

I thought it was pretty warm, "How come dad?" I asked.

"It may seem warm now but tonight when the temperature is below freezing you'll be glad for that fire." Daddy replied.

Dad unpacked this big radio, "Girls this is the most important thing we have, don't mess with it!" He told us, setting the battery powered radio on a shelf, "It's the only way to call for help if we need it."

I checked my cell phone and it had no signal. I guess I should have known that, but I was hoping we weren't cut off from the world completely. Jan's phone was the same way, so we turned them off and put them in our bags as Dad and Shaun went out and started splitting wood from a huge pile by the side of the cabin.

When we went out we noticed that behind the cabin was a big shed full of tools, and more food. Not to mention several cases of Budweiser beer stacked up by a wall. Dad grabbed a six-pack and took it over to Shaun, "Looks like we have plenty in stock!"

Shaun took a beer and wiped his brow, "Good deal and the Thompson's always stock this place up right."

Dad opened a beer as Shaun grabbed the axe. And worked with no shirt on splitting more wood and tossing it in a pile.

"You girls want a beer?" Dad asked us.

"I guess so..." Jan said.

"Don't worry about it," Dad laughed and handed her one, "Ain't no rules up here...or cops to bust you for that matter. Jade?

"Sure," I told him because the air was so dry it made my mouth parched.

I took a beer from dad and opened it. It was still cold and tasted strong, but I was parched and drank some anyway. My dad took off his shirt next, and both of them took turns swinging the big axe and making a huge pile of wood.

"You girls start hauling this wood inside and stack it by the fireplace." Shaun told us, and swung the axe sending wood splinters flying all around like angry bees!

So Jan and I spent the next hour stacking wood inside the cabin, and on the front porch. It was hard work, and my hands hurt by the time we finished. I was actually sweating by the time we were done, even though it was only about 60 degrees outside. Dad and Shaun were all sweaty from chopping wood and laughing a lot. I guess the beer helped with that part, I found myself smiling at the jokes they kept telling and drank another beer with Jan.

I noticed that Jan looked all sweaty too, and I think she was just as tired as me. We sat down and finished our beer watching Shaun and Dad finish up with the axe. I found myself looking at them as they worked.

For forty they both looked trim and fit. I guess from all the time in the woods hunting and fishing kept them that way. It was sort of mesmerizing to watch the axe swing and wood fly off the big stump they used to cut it on. I was just enjoying myself when I felt a chill as the wind suddenly swooshed by.

I'm not even sure what time that was but I noticed the sun was getting lower in the sky and grabbed my wind breaker and put it on.

Dad and Shaun finished another couple of beers, and came over to where Jan and I were sitting.

"Girls there are some towels and soap in the bathroom, go get them I need a bath."

We ran in and got four towels because we wanted a bath too! I wondered if it was in the shed or further out back.

When we came out with our stuff, dad and Shaun each had on holsters with pistols, "Come on." 

Jan and I looked at each other but followed our dads up this little trail. When we walked out of the trees, and came to a small pond. Dad said, "You go first I'll keep watch." to Shaun.

"Okay."

Jan and I stood stunned and watched Shaun started taking off his clothes.

"Where's the bath?" I asked.

"Jade it's right there!" Shaun laughed pointing at the pond.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Jan exclaimed.

"Nope get those clothes off girl and get cleaned up." Her dad told he,r as he pulled his jeans off.

My dad sat there on a rock holding the pistol and grinning, watching our shocked faces.




Wilderness



"It's freezing!" Jan complained.

"You're not getting in the clean sheets until you do!" Shaun said, and pulled his boxers off and stood there naked with it all hanging out, "Don't be so shy, I saw you naked the day you were born!"

He waded out in the water as Jan and I just stared, "Not too bad." Shaun said and quickly dropped down to his neck and then back up to start using the bar of soap.

Jan looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders at her. I really didn't know what to say about what was happening.

Jan began taking her clothes off as my dad smiled and enjoyed the show, "Can you turn around our something?" Jan asked Dad.

"Why, I've seen naked women before. I'll keep watch so a bear don't get you!"

"Maybe you should watch for a bear instead of me then!" Jan replied sarcastically.

Daddy just smiled, "I got two eyes don't you worry."

Jan started pulling her clothes off and stacking them on a rock. She pulled her panties off last and hurried for the water. My dad and Shaun were grinning and I knew they'd planned this the whole time!

"Damn it's COLD!" Jan squealed, as Shaun soaped up his crotch into lather.

"You get used to it."

"I don't see how that's going to happen!" Jan replied but splashed water on her naked skin.

"It's better if you just dunk yourself." Shaun laughed, and lathered up his arm pits like he was standing under a hot shower.

Jan dunked herself and came up sputtering, "FUCK!"

All of us laughed as she took the bar of soap and hurried to wash her body, "How's the water?" I laughed.

"Wait till you find out!" Jan yelled back.

That made me shut up for a minute. I'd forgotten it was going to be my turn next!

Shaun sat down up to his neck and rinsed off. Then he stood up and waded back up for a towel.

"Hey Brian its cold enough to shrivel my pod!" Shaun laughed as he grabbed the towel and started drying his chest and arms.

He was only a few feet away and it didn't look like his "Pod" was shriveled to me. It hung down fat and long, curving over his big pair of balls!

I'd seen a few dicks before, but not one the size of his! He didn't mind showing it to us either, and that sort of freaked me out.

Jan came almost running out of the lake hugging herself with both arms and shivering. Her flesh was covered with goose bumps as she grabbed a towel and hurried to dry off.

"FUCKING COLD!" She mumbled.

Shaun was almost dressed and Jan was rubbing the towel in her crotch to get it dry.

"Be sure and dry that pussy, you don't want ice forming on it!" Her dad told her, and started laughing.

"GOD DAD!" Jan said, and hurried to find her panties.

My Dad passed the pistol over to Shaun who sat down on the rock, "Looks like it's our turn Jade."

I didn't argue and started getting undressed at the same time as him wanting to hurry and get it over with. I noticed that Shaun was taking a strong interest in me stripping. His eyes taking their time going up and down my body looking at every detail!

I ignored him and followed my daddy out into the water. 

Damn it felt like Ice and I started to shiver right away. When I dunked down to my neck... my nipples got so hard that they felt like they would pop. And when that ice cold water touched my pussy It almost made me scream it was so fucking cold!

I stood next to dad and hurried to use the soap on my arm pits, and then my crotch and chest. He did the same and we got done a lot faster than Shaun and Jan.

"How's the water JADE?" Jan yelled at me.

"Shut up!" I yelled back and waded out for a towel as she laughed at me.

I think Shaun was enjoying watching me dry off and get my clothes back on. I hurried and tried to ignore him staring at me.

Even after a fast walk, I was still shivering when we got back to the cabin. Shaun got a roaring fire going and my dad got a bottle of whiskey out of his bag.

"Here this will warm you up!"

My dad poured us all a shot in these tin cups that were hanging on the wall. While Shaun opened up two big cans of stew and put it in a pot that hung on a hook and swiveled in over the fire.

I drank my whiskey in one gulp, and the burn felt nice after almost freezing to death in that damn lake!

When it was bubbling hot we ate that stew from metal plates, and I swear it was the best meal I've ever had! I'd felt like I was starving and God it was good and hot!

"Guess we better get some real meat in the morning." Shaun told my Dad.

"Yep, bright and early, you girls stay around the cabin so a bear don't grab you."

"Not funny dad!" I told him, "What are we supposed to do while you're gone?"

"Enjoy nature, sit in the sun, you can even use one of those fishing poles if you want."

I didn't like the idea of being left alone but there wasn't any arguing with my dad.

So we all played cards for a while until Dad let out a big yawn, "I think I'm going to turn in...been a long day."

"Yeah big day tomorrow too!" Shaun agreed, "Let's unpack the rifles."

There were a couple of old ratty chairs by the fire. They looked like they'd come from the Salvation Army but still stood. Our dad's unpacked their rifles and cleaned them while Jan and I sat sipping more whiskey, and enjoying the heat from the fireplace. 

Jan leaned over to me and whispered, "Did you notice?"

"What?" I whispered back.

"My dad has a huge penis!" She giggled, "No wonder mom likes him so much!"

I wasn't going to say it but I'd noticed it too. My own dad's looked bigger than anything I'd seen before but I wasn't about to say it out loud! Jan on the other hand said whatever she wanted most of the time. She'd embarrassed me plenty of times with her big mouth at school before.

"Mine too!" I laughed, and pushed her shoulder, "Stop talking about it."

"I know..." Jan giggled, "I peeked at his too!" she said, having to get the last word in.

"Hey dad which bed do we get?" I asked, because the long day and whiskey had made me almost nod off a bit later.

"You girls pick who you want to sleep with to stay warm," Shaun said, as he came out of the bathroom in his boxers.

"Huh?" We asked at the same time.

Shaun went to one bed and threw back the furs, "I love Brian like a brother but I'm not hugging him all night!"

"Me either brother!" My dad said, and threw a bunch of wood on the fire, "Going to get cold tonight...front's coming in."

Jan and I sat there looking at each other and then at Shaun pulling off his boxers and climbing in bed naked, "Good night!"

"Night." My dad replied, and went to the other bed and started taking his clothes off.

The candles were all out and the only light was the glow from the fire, "Who do you want?" Jan asked me.

"I guess I'll sleep with my dad, I'm not going to sit out here all night."

"Okay, I guess there really aren't any rules out here!" Jan replied with a yawn.

Jan went over to the opposite side of the bed her dad was in, and started taking her clothes off. She didn't even dig for her PJ's and I didn't blame her. I had no idea where my stuff was under the pile of bags in the dark corner. 

"Night." Jan told me and crawled into his bed in just her bra and panties.

I sat there for a while until I heard the wolves and the wind start howling. I went over to my dad's bed and got undressed like Jan. I crawled in under those furs and it was nice and warm. I could hear dad already snoring slightly and covered up next to him.

It felt weird being in bed with him. I knew he was naked and I was almost the same. I wondered what I'd do if he tried something with me? 

I didn't have to worry because he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

I woke up hours later and the fire had burned down to just a dull glow. It was freezing cold and the wind was howling outside of the cabin. So I got up and ran over to toss a pile of wood into the fireplace and felt like I was going to freeze to death!

I went back to the bed and climbed back in to where it was much warmer but still cold. Dad was asleep on his side facing mine and I cuddled up to his warm bare skin. The fire caught and the room got lighter but I pulled the furs over my head and tried to suck up his warmth.

Dad woke up enough to pull me close to him. His arms around my back with my face against his chest, and then he started to snore lightly again. I could feel his huge penis and balls on my tummy. It wasn't hard or anything, and I was too tired and cold to worry about it. I feel asleep as soon as I was warm again.

All I knew was this living out in the wilderness was going to take some getting used to!

The next morning, I woke up early and dad was gone. 

I looked over at Jan's bed and saw that Shaun was also missing. Then I remembered them saying they were going hunting. I got up and tossed more logs on the fire and got back in bed. I guess that woke up Jan because she jumped up and crawled into my bed.

"Can I stay with you...its freezing?"

"Sure."

We ended up hugging each other to stay warm while the fire took hold.

"Hey Jade," Jan asked, "Did your dad try anything funny with you last night?"

"No, did yours?"

"Not really, but I did wake up once and he had a hard-on pushing on my butt crack!" Jan giggled, "I think he was asleep though."

"This is one crazy trip!" I said, "Maybe we ought to switch beds tonight."

Jan thought about it, "Yeah let's do before something else happens!"

"Something still could happen." I told her.

"Yeah, but at least it won't be with my dad!"

"Okay it's a deal," I told her.

We woke up an hour later when the room was warm again, and found some old stale pop-tarts for breakfast. Jan even found some instant coffee and we boiled some water and drank two cups each.

When we opened the front door the sun was out and it was wet from rain but not frozen.

So we made more coffee and sat out on the deck looking at the empty lake in the sunshine.

"So what would you have done if you're dad had tried to do you?" Jan suddenly asked.

"Tell him to stop...why what would you do?"

Jan sipped her coffee thinking, "I'm not sure...I mean I was so cold I would have done just about anything to stay warm." She gave me a sly smile.

We sat there sipping our coffee for a minute or two before I told her, "I don't think I'd do that even if I was too cold."

"Can I tell you a secret?" Jan asked.

"Of course."

"When I felt his big hard-on...it was sort of getting me turned on."

I laughed, "You're terrible!"

"I know...but it was like...so big...I wondered what it would feel like. If it wasn't my dad that is." She quickly added.

I felt compelled to tell her my story of how my dad's bare cock and balls were mashed on my tummy.

"Did it turn you on?"

"Not really, it was just weird!"

"It's going to be a long two weeks." I added at last.

"Yeah, who knows what's going to happen out here?"

I didn't tell her that the idea of sleeping that night with her dad was sort of turning me on. He was a handsome man and I wondered what I would do if he made a pass at me? I mean I'd slept with guys before that I'd just met at a party just for the sex and I wondered what it would be like to do it with Shaun.

"I guess we can do whatever we want." I told Jan.

"How's that?"

"Remember...no rules out here in the wilderness."

"Oh yeah," She said with a smile, "I kind of like that idea!"

"You're terrible!"

"So are you Jade, you just won't admit it!"

I had no argument for that, Jan knew me better than I knew myself.

The men showed up at noon dragging a small Elk behind them.

"Wow!" Jan yelled, and I followed her over to them.

"We're eating fresh meat for lunch!" Shaun smiled at me, "You girls get the fire going while we skin this critter."

Jan and I ran back to the cabin and got the fire going nice and hot. 

An hour later we were eating cooked elk meat like we'd been starved to death. Oh MY GOD! It was so tasty I wanted to eat the whole thing!

The gross part was watching them hang the carcass by its back legs in a tree. There was a rope through a pulley on a high branch and they pulled it up out of the way of wolves and bears. It looked naked and gross hanging there but it sure did taste good!

Jan and I burned some more meat for super while Shaun and my dad went to the pond to take baths and clean blood off their arms. When they got back they laughed at us but ate it anyway. We celebrated by drinking cold bud and a few shots of whiskey.

We all had a pretty good buzz going by bed time.

We were sitting around playing cards with the fire going when Shaun asked us, "You girls want to play strip poker?"

"Why, you run around naked all the time now!" Jan told him.

"Good point, why don't you and Jade just strip down and give us mighty hunters a show?"

"You wish!" I laughed.

Daddy looked at me, "That would be something to see!"

"We brought you food!" Shaun laughed, "Jade, the least you could do is tuck me in like a baby!"

We were all feeling a bit drunk, "I'll think about it." I told him and his eyes got big, "I think it's time for bed Brian!"

It was getting cold so we all got ready for bed. I think my dad was surprised when Jan crawled under his covers with nothing but her panties on. I knew that girl and I would have bet money she was going to do my dad sooner or later!

Shaun lifted his furs, "Come on in Jade, it's nice and warm!"

I curled up on my side and he scooted over to me and I felt his cock. It was already hard and he nuzzled my ear and made me giggle. I heard Jan giggling in the bed next to us as the front of my bra was unhooked and a big rough hand began to feel my boobs. 

He pulled me over on my back and kissed my nipple, then sucked it into his mouth as his hand ran down my tummy and between my legs.

I kept them tightly together, "What do you want Shaun?" I kidded him.

"I want that nice hot pussy of yours." He told me, "Open up your legs and I'll lick it for you."

I laughed, "You wish!"

"Come on give me a break, "He said, and rubbed my mound, let me show you how good I am at it."

I spread my legs apart and he began to rub my pussy with his fingers and started kissing me. I felt his big hard cock on my tummy so I took a hold of it and pumped it up and down.

"Mmmm that feels good Jade!" He whispered, and we kissed some more as his hand slipped inside of my panties and found out how wet I was.

He stopped kissing me and sunk down between my legs. Shaun pushed my legs pushed apart and I felt his mouth on my slit and I let out a groan. I wasn't the only one making noise either. I pulled the fur down over my face and saw Jan's head sticking out of her furs. My dad was under her and she was on top.

"OH MY GOD!" she moaned, "FUCK!...OOohhhh GOD!"

I could see her bathed in firelight humping my dad!

I closed my eyes and felt a tongue slurping my slit and then a pair of lips sucking on my clit gently.

"Unhhhh OOOoohhh yeah just like that!" I told Shaun, and reached down to stroke his hair while he ate me.

Then I heard Jan yelling really loud and looked over at the other bed. The covers were off of them and she was on her hands and knees facing the headboard. My daddy was behind her grunting and fucking her hard from the back. I could see his big long shaft going in and out of her as she yelled how great it felt!

"OH OH OHHHHHHH AHhhh AHHHHH AHHHHHH!" Jan yelled, and dropped her head to the mattress but dad just held her hips up and fucked her even harder.

I didn't get to watch much more because Shaun rolled me over on my side and got behind me. He spooned me and pushed my knees up towards my boobs. Then I felt his knob searching for my opening. I could still lay there and watch daddy and Jan as Shaun's knob started to push up inside of me. Damn it felt huge and I let out a groan when it popped in.

Shaun's big hard cock started to slide up in my pussy and kept going and going. He grabbed my right boob in his hand and started to pump his cock in and out of me. 

I saw dad flip Jan back over on her back and get between her legs. He pulled the furs up over them and was kissing her as she moaned and let him fuck her some more.

God I felt stuffed!

Shaun was getting really excited, and starting to pump me harder and faster and I had to close my eyes and enjoy it. He rolled me over on my tummy with that big cock still in me and started licking the back of my neck while he fucked me. I had to cum and that only made him go faster.

I could feel Shaun's warm breath in my right ear as he was saying, "Damn Jade you have the best pussy I've ever felt!"

His knees pushed my legs further apart so he could get deep up in me, "Shit...I'm going to cum!"

Shaun pushed my legs way apart and grabbed my ass cheeks and started squeezing them hard and pumping me hard. Slamming his cock all the way up in me. I felt his balls hitting my mound and heard him grunting loudly.

He picked me partway up by my hips and held me all the way back on his shaft as it began to throb and jerk in me. 

"AH AH...OOOOHHH FUCK!" Shaun yelled, and I felt his cum starting to warm my insides as he came, "MMM, yes baby!"

It kept squirting and jerking in me and I came again it felt so good!

"Fuck I needed that!" Shaun said when all of his load was deep in my pussy.

He rolled us on to our left sides leaving his cock in me. He held me close and covered us up again and we fell asleep in just a few minutes, his cock felt good slowly shrinking inside of me, and it was the warmest I'd felt since we got there. The sex had been really good, better than I thought it was going to be with an old guy. 

I'd needed it too, it had been a while since I'd had sex and I guess nature just took its course.

When I woke up I was alone and Jan was getting out of her bed, "Where is everyone?" I asked.

Jan was naked and did a big stretch facing me, "They went scouting some old gold mine for us to check out later."

She came over and lifted my furs up, "Let me in... its cold out here!"

Then Jan crawled in next to me, "You're warm want to snuggle?" She giggled, and put her boobs against mine looking down at me, "Jade you tramp, did you enjoy screwing my dad last night?"

I let out a laugh, "It looked like you were the tramp to me...yelling all night long!"

"God I know!" Jan grinned, "Brian made me cum a million times!" She exaggerated, "Did you ever think we'd be doing something like that last night?"

"No way," I told her, "I still can't really believe it!"

Then something happened that I least expected, "I'm so happy I could just eat you all up!" Jan said, and put her lips to mine and kissed me so passionately that it startled me.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked.

"I guess I'm getting wild like this place...are you?"

"Something sure is going on." And I felt like kissing her back.

I'd never kissed another girl before and it was sort of weird at first but nice at the same time. Jan ran her hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy, "Maybe we could do each other while the guys are gone?"

I laughed, "I don't think I'm into that!"

"How do you know if you've never tried?" She asked, and slipped her middle finger in my slit and teased my clit, "You're pussy is nice and wet."

Then Jan kissed me again and the second time was better. It didn't help that she was teasing my clit, I was fighting getting turned on but I was quickly losing the battle as her tongue slipped into my mouth and she pressed her nice warm boobs against mine.

"I've always thought you were the hottest girl I've ever seen." Jan whispered, her lips barely pulled away from mine.

"I don't know about this?" I whispered back but my clit didn't want her to stop.

"Have you done this before?" I asked her.

"No, I would've told you." And she kissed me again harder and ran her hand from my crotch slowly up my tummy and grabbed my boob.




Wilderness



There was no denying that my best friend was getting me turned on! My reluctance was melting away, as she started kissing my nipple and then sucked it gently.

"We shouldn't! I told her in my last ditch effort to stop.

"No rules," Jan whispered, "I want to find out what you taste like Jade...I want to lick your little wet pussy!"

"OH GOD!" I groaned, letting her have her way.

Jan slowly kissed her way down to my belly button and teased it with her tongue, and rubbed my pussy some more. I found my legs spreading apart to let her between them. Jan started to kiss my pussy lips and I let out a moan and gripped the furs.

Her tongue licked the opening to my vagina and then slid all the way up my slit and I groaned loudly, "You taste really good!" I heard her say before she did it again.

Then Jan started on my clit with her tongue and it didn't take very long for her to make me cum. I held her head and my hips bucked up and down as she sucked and licked me until my orgasm was over.

She crawled back up on top of me kissing my nipples with her wet mouth and chin, "That was fun, will you do me?" She asked.

How could I refuse after that?

I never realized how hot and juicy a pussy gets during sex. I guess I'd always been so turned on that I didn't notice myself leaking and how swollen your lips get. But I found out as I licked Jan between her legs. It turned me on how she was moaning and squirming from my tongue.

When Jan arched her back and humped my face, I licked and sucked all of the juices leaking out of her. I loved how she moaned and told me how good it felt. It hadn't taken more than fifteen minutes for us both to get off and we held each other afterword's winding down from the lovemaking.

"I need a bath!" Jan laughed, "I'm a hot mess down there."

"Me too," I told her, "Let's go up to that pond and get cleaned up."

We were about to head out when I remembered the warning about wolves and bears!

Jan said we should go anyway, and I was about to give in when I noticed the rain barrels at each corner of the cabin.

"Hey I got an Idea," I told her, "Get the bucket from the bathroom!"

The sun was almost all the way up as we stripped down beside the cabin and took stand up baths. Soaping each other and dumping ice cold water over our heads to get the soap off. Afterword's I felt clean and frozen so we stood by the fire until we we're warm again.

The only thing left to do was sit on the front porch in the sun waiting for our dad's to get back. 

I could hear wolves howling off in the distance, but sure wasn't about to go look for them. Jan got some beer out of the shed after we cooked some big hunks of Elk meat and ate. We sat there enjoying the wilderness with the breeze full of pine scent rolling up from across the lake.

"How did you like having sex with my dad?" Jan asked me as we sat there sipping cans of Budweiser.

"It was really good!" I told her, "How was my dad?"

"Didn't you hear me yelling?" Jan laughed, "God his penis was gigantic!"

"So was your dads, I've never had one that big in me before!"

Then she asked, "What if our mom's find out?"

"What are they going to say?" I replied, "They did the same thing!"

"Oh Yeah!" Jan laughed, "I guess they did!"

We laughed some more until Jan brought up the question that had been flirting around in my own mind.

"What are we going to do if they want us to switch beds again?"

"I'm not sure what I'll do?" I said honestly, "You think that's going to happen?"

"There men aren't they, of course they will...I'm sure they will get around to it sooner or later!"

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Remember how they swapped our moms?"

"Your right!" I told her, "I forgot about that!"

"They keep telling us there aren't any rules up here. So what do you think is going to happen?"

Jan had a point and up here in the wilderness we kept getting reminded that rules didn't apply like back home.

"What are you going to do if your dad tries to make love to you?" I asked her.

"I don't know?" she replied and took a big drink of beer, "I think it would feel kind of weird him being my dad and all."

"Yea but what will you do?"

"I don't know yet," Jan told me, "Maybe we just switch dad's while we are here."

We sat there with our own thoughts for a while, just enjoying the view across the blue lake.

"Jade this is the craziest trip I've ever been on!" Jan said at last, "I never imagined we'd be doing this."

I knew what she was referring to, "Yeah maybe we ought to just stay drunk and enjoy it?"

Jan started laughing, "You know me, when I get drunk and horny!"

"You're a tramp!" I told her.

"So are you!"

I guess maybe Jan was right; I'd had my share of parties and guys. Right then I didn't care; I was eighteen and free to do whatever I wanted!

I think being in the wild had affected me by then. I really didn't know what was happening to me because I hadn't even felt guilty about being with Shaun! 

I guess I had started feeling sort of wild just like the land around me. It was cold in Alaska, no T.V., no cell-phone, or even a mall. But it was one of the most exciting times of my life. When I looked back on it.

"Looks like we're eating Elk again tonight!" My dad said as him and Shaun showed up with their rifles and no food.

"I took a shot at a Caribou but missed!" Shaun told us as they walked up to the front porch.

"What have you two been doing all morning?" Dad asked, slipping his rifle off and leaning it against the porch.

"We took a bath!" Jan told him.

"I hope you didn't go alone up to that lake!"

"No we did it here with a bucket!"

"That was a good idea!" Shaun said, "I see you've been into our beer!" as he picked up the last three cans and pulled two from the plastic holder.

Dad took one from him and popped it open, "How would you girls like to go see something amazing?"

"Sure, it's kind of boring hanging around here all the time." I told him.

"Good, get some jackets or whatever you need."

Jan and I ran in and got our coats and a roll of toilet paper. Dad and Shaun left the rifles in the cabin, and took pistols instead. They packed beer in a backpack and some dry food stuff and beef jerky.

I noticed that the sun was warm whenever it came out of the clouds. When it was covered up it felt pretty chilly because the wind was blowing pretty hard. More so than being back in town for sure. Being in the trees helped and I loved the sound of the pines rustling when a big gust would blow through their tops.

It took an hour or longer of hiking before we got to this opening in the trees. We walked out on this granite cliff and you could see for miles!

"WOW!" Jan said and I had to agree with her.

It was beautiful and looked like no one had ever been there before!

"Let's have a beer and enjoy the view!" Shaun told us.

I sat down with my feet hanging over the edge of the cliff. It looked like it dropped off hundreds of feet!

Dad came up behind me and sat down behind me with his legs spread out around me. Then he hugged me, "Jade, be careful you don't fall."

"I'm okay, I'm not afraid of heights."

Dad gave me a beer, and I took a drink as he put his arms around my tummy and pulled me back to his chest, "What do you think about the view?"

"GOD it's so beautiful dad!" and it was.

Dad had his chin on top of my head holding me tight against him, "Not as beautiful as you!"

"Thanks daddy," I told him still not tearing my eyes from the scenery. I looked over and saw Jan and her dad having a conversation further down the cliff face and wondered what they were saying.

"It sure would make me happy if you'd come warm my bed tonight." Dad said in my ear and gave me a squeeze.

"Oh dad," I said, and turned to look him in the eyes, "I'm not sure I'm ready to do that, unless all you have in mind is sleeping?"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want," He replied.

"What about mom, you already did it with Jan last night?" I told him.

"That was just sex Jade, men have needs. So do women, and I didn't hear you complaining when you and Shaun were going at it."

That made me laugh because he was right. I didn't have any thoughts about Shaun except how good the sex had been!

"Meagan and your mom know about this place...and how rules don't apply like they do back home."

"They've been here before?"

"Yep, all of us shared the very same cabin years ago."

"So they are okay with that?"

"There is a lot about all four of us you don't know."

I sat there leaning back against my dad, he was so strong and I felt safe in his arms sitting on the edge of that cliff. I knew he'd never let anything bad happen to me. I felt suddenly closer to him than I'd ever been before. I guess because he wasn't treating me like a little kid anymore.

I thought about how he'd spent hours teaching me to ride my first bike. The happiness on his face when I opened a huge present he got just for me every Christmas. All the school plays he'd suffered through and a million other things he'd done for me.

The real world seemed a million miles away. The wilderness had affected me in some way that made me glad I had made this trip. That my daddy had brought me into his secret world that until now only Shaun had shared with him.

"Dad?"

"Yeah."

"I wish this trip would never end!"

Dad kissed the side of my face, "I wish we could make love right now."

I couldn't believe he'd actually said that to me! Like a love sick puppy instead of the strong man I'd grown up admiring my whole life.

I had to turn and look at him, "That's what you really want?"

"More than anything in the world!"

"Isn't that wrong for us to do that?"

"Is it?"

I just stared into his eyes, with my mouth open in shock.

"You have no idea how much I love you Jade." He added, and kissed me on the lips.

I felt all warm inside, "I don't know what to say?" I stuttered, when the kiss broke apart.

Before he could answer, Jan came running over with two more beers.

"Hey, let's go see the old gold mine dad told me about!"

Dad got up and helped me to my feet. I felt light headed from our conversation. It had been so honest and sincere, that my heart ached with love for him at that moment. I didn't know if I could give him what he wanted as I took one last look at the vast wilderness spread out across the horizon.

I felt like it was pulling all of us into uncharted territory, as dad took my hand and we turned and followed Jan and Shaun back into the woods.

All four of us spent the next hour checking out the old dilapidated log cabins of the gold mining camp. There were huge piles of rusty tin cans from food, and even a huge old steam engine tilted and rusting away. True to my word I'd thought about nothing but what dad had said to me on the cliff. I guess any other girl might have freaked out or something but out here in the wild it didn't seem so crazy.

I kept wondering what it would be like to have dad as my lover as we laughed and explored the grounds. I was a little afraid of what might happen when it came time for bed that night. Mental images, and strange feelings ran through my head all that afternoon.

On the long hike back dad and I walked together, following Jan and Shaun. He'd take my hand and help me over rocks and fallen trees. One time he picked me up off the ground and carried me over this huge field of rocks. 

I felt closer to my dad than I'd ever felt before. No worries about school, his job, or the boys back home. They all seemed forgotten like a bad dream to me, and I was so happy to be in Alaska with him.

By the time we made it back to the cabin I was all smiles, and my spirit felt wild and free!

Later Dad and Shaun were lowering the Elk carcass to cut some steaks for us. Jan and I had the job of putting more wood in the cabin before dark. We made several trips with arms full of wood and got a huge pile just before they came in to make a stew.

Jan motioned me outside with her eyes.

"Were going to get some more beer from the shed!" She told them as they cut potatoes and messed with super.

Out at the shed Jan looked excited, "Guess what?"

"What?"

"Dad asked me to stay in his bed tonight!"

I opened a beer, "Are you going to?"

"Oh...I don't know what to do!" She told me shaking her blonde hair out of her face.

"Dad asked me too!" I said, and gave her my can for a drink, "Should we?"

"I want to but it seems..."

"So wrong?"

"Yeah, but in a good way!" Jan laughed, and handed the can back so I could have a drink.

"Jade, what do you think we ought to do?"

"I guess we see how we feel when its bed time." I told her, "Come on I'm starving!"

The stew was fantastic, and we all ate like a pack of starving homeless people. Food cooked over a fire has this Smokey flavor that is so wonderful! I loved the smell of the forest, the fire, and everything else around us.

After dark I was feeling nervous about bed time. I think Jan was too, I could see it in her eyes whenever she looked at me. I asked dad to get out the whiskey because I really needed a drink!

We played a couple of games of gin rummy as the normal sounds of night time began. Wolves out in the forest howling their sad songs. Wind rustling through the trees in little gust. The old wood of the cabin creaking as the temperature began to drop. And the crackling of pine burning in the fireplace.

Then it happened, the thing I'd been worried about all day.

"Well, I think I'll turn in," Dad yawned and stacked the cards into a pile.

"Yeah, me too." Shaun replied and downed the last of his whiskey.

Jan eyed me, and shrugged her shoulders like she didn't know what to do. I felt the same way and stalled as long as I could.

"Don't you girls stay up all day," Shaun said, "We have a big hike planned in the morning."

Jan and I put more wood on the fire as Shaun and Dad got naked and into each bed. We sat by the fire and had one last beer together.

Before going to the bathroom to get ready for bed, we piled more wood on the fire because it was starting to get chilly.

"I'm going to do it," Jan told me after she spit and wiped her mouth with a towel.

"For real?" I asked, brushing my teeth.

"Yeah, here I go!" She told me, and opened the rickety old door.

That didn't leave me much choice since there was only one spot left, and that was in dad's bed. I had pretty much decided I'd sleep with him anyway, but that just made it easier to go through with it. I hoped I wasn't making a big mistake when I left the bedroom and went over to his side of the bed.

I heard gigging in the other bed from Jan, and could see both of them were under the furs. Dad pulled the furs up and I could see he was naked in the fire light. I started taking my clothes off as dad watched me undress in the firelight. I was going to leave my panties on but at the last second pulled them down to my feet and stepped out of them.

"I'm glad you're here!" Dad whispered and gave me a little kiss.

Dad laid back down flat, and I snuggled up to him because he was so damn warm. He started rubbing my back with one hand and talking softly to me.

"Did I ever tell you what a beautiful sexy woman you are?" He whispered.

I smiled in the dark, "Guys have used that line before dad."

"Maybe because its true!"

Dad was lying on his back and I was on my side facing him. Soaking up his body heat like a sponge.

"Holding you like this is making me horny." He whispered, his fingers doing little circles on my bare back.

"Men are always horny!" I laughed, and put my left hand on his chest.

"Would you do something for me right now?" He whispered.

"What's that?"

Dad took my left hand and he guided it over to his dick. 

It felt warm and was hard as a rock when I wrapped my hand around it.

"Can you stroke it for me? I'd love it if you would do that for me."

"Dad, I don't think I should." I told him, but his hand kept mine around his cock and he stroked it up and down a couple of time.

"Please baby, daddy needs it."

"Okay but nothing else." 

I gave in and he took his hand off of mine and let out a big sigh. I started to stroke his shaft slowly up and down. It felt like it was getting even harder if that was possible. It seemed so strange lying naked next to my dad and playing with his big hard dick!

After a few minutes my hand was getting tired and he hadn't cum yet.

"My hands getting tired," I whispered.

"Don't stop yet...Mmmmmm it would help if you kiss it a few times."

I knew what he really wanted, I hesitated for a few seconds just feeling his cock in my hand as I stroked it up and down slowly. Then I stepped off that big high cliff, full of doubt and a little afraid of what I was about to do.

I barely noticed what was happening with Jan and her dad because of what was going on in our bed. I could hear them making noises but it seemed to be in the background.

"But Dad?"

"Please...I'd do it for you."

I slid my face down his stomach and lowered his big shaft until the knob was at my lips. I could smell his musty penis, big and fat in my hand. I gave it a little lick and he let out a soft moan.

He put his hand on my head, "Put him in your mouth...for me...Damn that feels so good!"

I gave up trying to fight it any longer, and took his knob in my mouth. It was really big around and filled up my mouth with warm smooth skin.

Dad groaned and pushed my head down on his cock further, "Fuck that feels good...suck it for me...please don't stop!"

As crazy as it sounds, having my dad's cock in my mouth started to get me turned on. I started to suck it and slide my tongue around it while it was in my mouth. It leaked some slippery fluid when I sucked on it hard for him.

"Yeah, just like that baby," Dad moaned, "I want to lick your pussy baby."

When he said that I got even more turned on, and sucked and stroked him with more enthusiasm. My pussy felt swollen and damp between my legs and I wanted to rub my clit so bad it was driving me crazy!

I was getting so turned on that all my fears vanished from my mind. I was enjoying how turned on I made him, and it was doing the same thing to me.

Dad pulled me up from his cock, and rolled me onto my back. He grabbed my boob hard squeezing it and sucked on my nipple, and it was my turn to let out a moan. His hand went between my legs and started to rub my pussy as he sucked on my other nipple.

Then he started to kiss me hotly, licking my lips, and devouring them with his. I was getting so turned on because he was rubbing my pussy the whole time he did it.

"You want your pussy licked?" His hot breath in my ear asked.

"Yes..."

My dad slid down between my legs and started to eat me and I loved it!

I held his head with both hands between my legs and kept moaning while he licked my clit with the tip of his tongue. When his rough finger slid up in my vagina I let out a groan and came all over his mouth and fingers!

Dad sat up between my legs, and rubbed that big warm knob up and down on my sensitive clit, "Can I put it in you baby?" he asked.

I was surprised by that! Most guys just did it like they owned you.

I sat up on one elbow and reached down between my legs for his dick. He let me hold it and slide it down to my opening.

Once it was there I laid back down as it slowly pushed inside. I was so wet that his big knob and cock easily slid all the way up inside of me. I groaned and sucked in my breath as that big knob slid all the way to the top of my vagina.

"Oh my God!" Dad hissed, "Your pussy is so hot and tight!"

Then my Dad grabbed my boobs with both hands and started to pump me. I moaned each time because it went so far up in me that it hurt a bit. 

Daddy was looking down at me, his face all full of tension in the fire light as his cock slid in and out of me.




Wilderness Games



Author's note: I suppose this story could have been posted to more than one category, but in the end, it was two loving wives who caused the problem. The tale progresses slowly, so if you are in a hurry for the sex scenes, please be patient.

As always, constructive comments, criticisms, and suggestions are welcome.

-mindventure

Late on a Monday afternoon in early October, Kate and Mark Ellis pulled into the dirt parking lot of the Montana 'wilderness resort' where they had reservations for the remainder of the week. The only other vehicle in sight was a late model pickup parked next to the 'Trading Post.' There was also an office, a couple of outbuildings, and little else that resembled the glossy brochure they had received from their travel agent, which Kate was now examining with renewed interest. There was a small lake with three cabins on its shore, perhaps fifty yards apart, all located some distance away from the parking lot. Each cabin had its own pier and an overturned canoe at the water's edge. Kate looked a little dismayed as they pulled to a stop.

"Is this the same place?" she asked, a little peevishly.

"I think so. It has certainly seen better days, but we've driven all this way so give me the brochure and I'll go talk to the owner."

When Mark entered the lobby, if it could be called that, a small gray haired woman greeted him with a radiant smile. "Welcome to Medicine Hat. Are you Mr. Ellis or Mr. Price? I'm Liz Masters. My husband Bob is out on the property somewhere. You'll get a chance to meet him later."

"I'm Mark Ellis. I don't mean to be rude," he began, waving the brochure in the air, "but this is hardly what we expected. We came up here looking for the world-class fly fishing and hiking featured in your advertisement."

"We have all that and more. Two weeks earlier it was standing room only in the campground and the cabins have been fully booked since May. You're actually pretty lucky. We'll shut down for the season this weekend after you folks and Mr. and Mrs. Price leave. No one else is booked, so the four of you will have all two hundred acres to yourselves. Let's take a tour of your cabin and you can decide whether you'd like to stay or not. If you choose to leave, I'll give you a full refund and no hard feelings. How about that?"

"Well, we can't ask for more than that. Let's go."

Kate was leaning against the car fender when Liz and Mark approached. Introductions were made and we headed down the lakeside path toward the cabins. The area was really quite beautiful; mountain peaks in the near distance, groves of aspen interspersed with small alpine pastures, and evergreens along much of the lake shore opposite the cabins. A stream emptied into one end of the lake.

We had been assigned the cabin farthest away from the office complex. Kate looked skeptical as we climbed the steps to the porch. Liz opened the door and gestured for us to enter.

"Oh, my," Kate exclaimed as she crossed the threshold, "this is really nice."

Mark gave in inward sigh of relief. His accommodation standards were far lower than Kate's. Her approval of the cabin would go a long way toward making their stay survivable. The cabin gave an impression of rustic sophistication. The living area sported a large stone fireplace, a vaulted ceiling, and comfortable furnishings. A large round rug lay in front of the hearth. French doors led to a spacious bedroom featuring a king-sized bed, a seating area with an overstuffed love seat, and full bath. The kitchen and dining area were small but efficiently designed.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Liz.

"It's perfect, absolutely perfect!" exclaimed Kate. "We're staying."

"Excellent. Mark, why don't you come back with me and we'll check you in. Kate might want to finish her exploration. You can park around the back of the cabin. We have everything you need at the Trading Post. Your neighbors, Darcy and Steve Price, are due at any time. I took the liberty of thawing steaks and we have potatoes and salad fixings -- all on the house -- which you can bring back with you. Did the same for your neighbors. If you folks hit it off, maybe you can combine everything and have a cookout tonight."

On the way back to the office Mark had the opportunity to meet Bob Masters who spent a few minutes talking about the fishing and hiking opportunities. It was going to be a good week. The lake and several streams would provide plentiful trout and there were miles of hiking trails on the property and in the surrounding national forest. Mark left with a detailed map of all the area had to offer.

Kate met him at the door and together they hauled in their baggage and fishing gear. Kate had little interest in fishing but was an avid reader who enjoyed hiking and canoeing. She had brought plenty of reading material and would be quite content to relax while Mark fished. When everything was stored to Kate's satisfaction, she took him by the hand and gave him a detailed tour. She seemed particularly pleased that there were no spiders and a good selection of board games was stashed in one of the closets.

"If we like Darcy and Steve, maybe we can spend the evenings together. You know I love board games and there are a couple of good ones, including Risky Business," she added with a wink.

We were both familiar with that game. It was nearly identical to monopoly but had one interesting wrinkle; several landing places on the board forced the player to draw a card from a Risky Business pile. Instructions on the card required the player to perform an activity with another player that had sexual overtones. With the exception of being directed to kiss another player or remove an article of clothing, all activities had to be performed in a separate room behind closed doors. Each card specified what was to be done and with whom. Mark grinned at Kate and shook his head.

"We haven't played that game since college and we certainly won't be playing it with any strangers."

"I know," replied Kate with smile. "I was just yanking your chain. There are plenty of other games that will be almost as much fun."

***

The sound of tires crunching on gravel got Kate's attention. Unremorsefully nosy, she raced to a window in the kitchen that provided a clear view of the next cabin and lifted a slat on the blinds to get a peek at their new neighbors.

"Wow! Get a load of her," she called out to Mark. "I'm not letting you out of the cabin until Friday. You'll have to fish from the front porch." Mark joined her and was forced to agree with Kate's assessment.

"I imagine you're finding him pretty easy on your eyes also," Mark offered.

Kate waved him off. "Good looking guys are a dime a dozen, but I can tell she's a hot ticket even from this distance."

"Well, let's give them an hour or so and then go introduce ourselves," Mark suggested. "No point in wasting time. We'll know soon enough if they are the kind of people we want to spend time with. Let's go sit on the porch until time to meet them."

Kate agreed and they moved outside to enjoy the scenery from a pair of rocking chairs.

***

In much less than an hour, Darcy and Steve Price stepped out onto their own porch and gave a friendly wave. Taking that as an invitation, Kate and Mark approached their neighbor's cabin to introduce themselves. When the preliminaries were competed, Mark silently appraised Darcy. She was petite, maybe five three or five four, but her legs were very long and shapely. She had firm breasts (the word 'perky' flitted through his mind), a tiny waist, green Irish eyes and lightly freckled skin that complimented her gorgeous, long red hair, which she wore in a ponytail. The day was still warm so she was wearing only jeans and college t-shirt. The way they fit her curves indicated she took good care of her body. Darcy knew she was being admired and returned Mark's gaze openly. Small signals of alarm went off in Kate's mind as she detected their mutual attraction.

At the same time, Steve was taking stock of Kate. Her beauty was not lost on him and he was staring at her body, trying not to be too obvious about it. Gorgeous in her own right, her taller figure, larger breasts, and luxurious dark hair were in stark contrast to Darcy's smaller presence. Kate sized him up in return. He appeared to be tall but that may have been because of his great physical shape, which was accented by his tight jeans and t-shirt; the jeans suggesting there might be more than initially met the eye hidden underneath. He had brownish hair worn stylishly short. His eyes were blue, and when he smiled, a dazzling display of gorgeous white teeth was revealed. Kate sensed Steve's approval and knew she could use it to her advantage if whatever was going on between Darcy and Mark began to get out of hand.

Steve tore his eyes away from Kate long enough to remember his manners. "Would you guys like a beer?" he asked. Kate and Mark accepted the offer and spent the next hour or so in idle conversation with their neighbors, consuming a couple more beers in the process. Throughout that hour, Mark and Steve continued their silent appraisals of the women, both men believing their interest went undetected. Both men were wrong.

Finally, Steve glanced at his watch and announced, "Liz said she thawed steaks for all of us and has all the other ingredients for a nice cookout. Why don't you folks come over to our place about seven o'clock and we'll have dinner here?"

"Perfect," announced Kate, "we'll be here, and we'll bring some wine."

"Great, see you at seven," said Darcy as Mark and Kate departed for their cabin.

***

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Kate spun around to face Mark, irritation plainly showing on her face.

"What's with you?" she demanded.

"What are you talking about?" Mark responded, knowing full well what was coming next.

"You couldn't keep your eyes off Darcy the whole time we were over there. I know you like to window shop but I've never seen you be so blatant about it. And she was responding to it. What's going on?"

"Nothing is going one. She's attractive, as you pointed out yourself, but that's as far as it goes. For the record, I couldn't help but notice Steve's interest in you. I can certainly understand why he would find you attractive, but he wasn't being very subtle about it."

"I'm used to being ogled. I know how to brush it off. I am not used to you paying that much attention to another woman and it pisses me off. I'm just not sure what I'm going to do about it."

"Hey look, I'm sorry," said Mark, reaching for Kate's hand.

"Leave me alone," she commanded as she stalked into the bedroom and slammed the door. Mark realized it was likely to be a long evening. It sometimes took Kate several hours to calm down when she got riled up. He would just have to wait her out.

***

Kate and Mark arrived at seven on the dot bearing two bottles of very nice red wine. Dinner was pleasant enough and the conversation stimulating throughout the evening. Kate seemed to have recovered from her earlier irritation. The wine disappeared over grilled steaks and was replaced by two more bottles from Darcy and Steve's stash. As the evening wound down, Kate suggested they all go for a hike the next day. Everyone agreed.

"I'll go visit Liz in the morning and see what we can cobble together for a picnic lunch," offered Darcy. "We can take a couple of bottles of white wine. The scenery out there is gorgeous so I'm betting we'll find a perfect place for a picnic. It'll be a nice way to spend the day."

"Works for me," announced Steve.

"Me too," said Mark. "The exercise will feel good after being cooped up in the car for most of today."

Everyone said their goodbyes. Mark and Kate departed after agreeing to start the hike at ten o'clock the next morning.

"Let's go to bed and fool around," Mark suggested with a grin, hoping Kate would be receptive to the idea.

Taking his arm, she led him into the bedroom and shut the door. "I'm going to fuck your brains out," she announced, apparently no longer ticked off at her husband. "When I get through with you there won't be enough moisture left in your body to lick a postage stamp."

***

The hike started promptly with no hint of the previous day's tensions. Liz had provided a special lunch, warning Darcy not to look inside the package before it was time to eat. A secret she said. Mark and Steve each had back packs. Two bottles of chilled white wine in insulated pouches, lunch, a blanket, and utensils were split between the packs to even the load. The day was a little cool, so the men wore hiking shorts, boots, and flannel shirts. Kate and Darcy had chosen similar outfits but with shorter shorts. Much shorter. The women lead the way as they started up the hill behind the cabins to intersect the trail. Falling in behind them, Mark and Steve carefully admired the display of beautiful legs in front of them. They would continue to do so throughout the rest of the day whenever they believed their interest would remain undetected.

A couple of hours into the hike, lunch suddenly became the most important thing on everyone's mind. As predicted, they easily found a grassy spot with a wonderful view. Lunch was a marvel of perfection. Fruit, bread, a selection of cheeses, and caviar complimented the Pinot Grigio, still cold after the long walk. They took their time, savoring the food and making the wine last as long as possible.

"How about a little fishing tomorrow," suggested Darcy.

"Fine by me," Mark agreed. "Bob says there are more rainbow trout in the lake and local streams than we can count."

"I'll fish some," Steve said. "I'm not very good at it, but I'll give it a whirl."

"I think I'll lounge about the cabin while you guys fish," Kate announced. "I brought lots to read and the porch is very inviting. You three take your time."

"I haven't used a fly rod in years. I brought mine with me, but I'd appreciate a casting lesson when we get back this evening," Darcy said. "Can you help me out Mark?"

"Sure. It's like riding a bicycle. You'll be casting like a pro again in a half hour. We can do it right off the end of the pier at either cabin. Might even catch something."

"What do you guys want to do about dinner tonight," asked Kate.

"Let's just do hamburgers and hotdogs. Liz has them at the store and I saw tubs of potato salad and coleslaw too," Darcy replied. "We have lots more wine. Beer too, if anyone's interested."

"Sounds good to me," Mark and Steve said simultaneously.

"Great," announced Kate, "we'll keep it simple; paper plates, plastic tableware, and classy Solo cups for the wine and beer. No dishwashing. Let's make it seven o'clock at our place."

The hike back to the cabins was relaxing but uneventful and they arrived midafternoon. Everyone decided a nap was a good idea. As the two couples were splitting up, Darcy said to Mark, "Why don't I bring my fly rod over about six and you can give me a few pointers. When we're done, I'll go see Liz and pick up the stuff for dinner."

"Good enough. See you at six," replied Mark.

***

Mark was sitting on the porch when Darcy arrived, fly rod in hand. Mark's rod was at the ready leaning against the railing.

"Let's go," he said, grabbing his rod and stepping off the porch to greet Darcy. Kate watched them from a window as they strolled down to the pier.

When they arrived at the end of the pier, Mark made several graceful casts while Darcy watched before attempting to cast on her own. She immediately made a mess of it, her line piling at her feet each time she tried. Again Mark demonstrated the proper technique and again Darcy bungled her attempts. Finally, Mark moved to a position behind her. Taking her left hand with the coiled line in his left and placing his right hand over hers on the handle of the rod, he guided her through several successful casts. Stepping away, he gestured for Darcy to try again; and again she met with little success.

Kate watched all this with casual disinterest until once again Mark took up his position behind Darcy. This time, Darcy very clearly pressed her body back against Mark's. Kate's focus instantly sharpened. Mark continued to guide Darcy's casting motion, but this time through cast after cast after cast.

You little vixen, thought Kate. You're doing that on purpose but you don't know I'm watching. Mark, if you don't move away from her right now, there will be hell to pay. Mark and Darcy's little dance continued for a lot longer than it should have before he finally stepped to the side.

Too late Mark. You had your chance to do the right thing and you blew it.

Darcy then proceeded to execute four or five flawless casts, her line straightening perfectly and the fly settling gently to the water with hardly a ripple. Kate didn't know a lot about fly casting but she had watched Mark often enough to recognize a skillful display when she saw one.

The fucking little bitch set this whole thing up. She is at least as good at fly casting as Mark. The gauntlet has now been thrown.

Kate moved away from the window to plan her revenge. Minutes later she heard Mark's footsteps on the porch. Carefully composing her features, Mark detected nothing amiss when he entered the cabin.

"Boy, she's a quick study," he announced. "She'll do just fine tomorrow."

"I bet she will," Kate replied sweetly, "I just bet she will."

***

As it had been the previous night, dinner was a success. Kate gave no hint that she was seething inside. Darcy and Mark apparently believed their little display had gone unnoticed. Steve was completely clueless. When the clutter was whisked away and a third bottle of wine opened, everyone gathered by the fireplace. Although the night had cooled significantly and Mark had started a nice fire, everyone was dressed much as they had been earlier in the day. All wore shorts. The women had chosen light cotton blouses and the men wore casual shirts.

'Let's play a board game," Kate suggested.

"I love board games!" declared Darcy. 'What do you have?"

"I'm not sure. There is a closet full of them here. I'll take a look," said Kate. Rising to her feet and crossing the room, she caught Mark's eye and gave him a look he couldn't mistake. His deer-in-the-headlights expression told her she had hit a nerve.

"Here's a good one,' Kate announced. "I haven't played this since college. It can be a little risqué, but it'll be great fun now that we all know each reasonably well. It's called Risky Business and it's much like Monopoly except it has a little twist."

Kate proceeded to explain the rules. Mark looked stricken. Steve looked puzzled. Darcy gave Kate a long measured look and then nodded her head, clearly sending a message; the gloves were coming off.

"I'm game," Darcy announced, looking squarely at Kate. "Should be fun. I know the guys will get a kick out of it."

Everyone took their seats around the game board on the rug in front of the fireplace, placed in accordance with Kate's instructions. Everyone held a full glass of wine at the ready. Play commenced.

Fifteen minutes or so passed with everyone buying property as they would in Monopoly. Finally, Mark landed on a Risky Business square and was forced to draw a card. Kate savored the look on his face when he read the card aloud.

"Kiss the Person to Your Right," he said, nearly choking with relief. Kate was on his right. He reached over and drew her into his arms. She returned his kiss eagerly.

Minutes later, Steve had to draw a card and was instructed to Remove an Article of Clothing. Off came his shirt, leaving him in shorts and an undershirt.

Kate drew the next Risky business card and was directed to Kiss the Person to her Right. Steve. Steve glanced over at Darcy with alarm. Darcy simply grinned at him with a wink.




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Kate leaned into Steve and gave him a kiss that was anything but chaste. Steve went rigid for a second or two and then surrendered and returned her kiss. Taking longer than they should have, Kate and Steve finally broke apart.

Several minutes later, Darcy drew a card commanding her to Remove an Article of Clothing. Without hesitation, she removed her blouse, revealing beautiful breasts barely covered by a lacey bra. Giving everyone a broad smile, she threw her blouse to one side and rolled the dice again. Uneventful game play followed as more property was bought and sold until, once again, Kate landed on a Risky Business square. This time her card required her to Go Into Another Room for Five Minutes with the Person to Your Right. No Touching Below the Waist.

Kate and Steve

Kate immediately rose to her feet and beckoned a hesitant Steve to follow her into the bedroom. The French doors closed behind them with an emphatic click of the lock.

The minute Kate read her card, she was glad she had prepared the bedroom ahead of time. She had remembered to bring the IPOD and its player, which she had set up along with some lightly cinnamon scented candles. The IPOD contained a collection of soft instrumentals and love songs. Entering the bedroom, it was obvious that Steve was interested but nervous and unsure of how to approach Kate. She made it easy for him.

"I know this is awkward and I know the rule is 'no touching below the waist' but I interpret that to mean, no hands below the waist. That said, 'Secret Garden' is playing and I can't think of anything better than to dance with you." Steve appeared relieved, and smiling that gorgeous smile, took Kate into his arms, saying "I love to dance but somehow the opportunity rarely arises...laughingly looking down at himself...no pun intended."

Their fit was perfect and within seconds Kate felt herself responding to Steve's hardness. Steve murmured into her ear "I don't want to waste the remainder of our time together just dancing." Without replying, Kate unbuttoned her top and moved Steve's hand to her breast. The green satin bra had a front clasp, which Steve wasted no time undoing. His touch was gentle and Kate could feel herself becoming moist between her legs. When he lowered his lips to her nipples, Kate grasped his head and pulled him closer. Steve responded by sucking even harder. He began to maneuver her toward the love-seat when the five-minute timer went off. Startled, Steve and Kate broke apart, made themselves presentable, turned off the music, and blew out the candles.

***

"What do you suppose they're doing in there?" Mark asked Darcy. "I can just barely hear music playing."

"Not much unless Kate has taken charge. Steve is pretty much a straight arrow and won't initiate anything on his own. But he's a guy, so if Kate puts a little pressure on him, he'll respond."

"Doesn't that bother you?" Mark asked.

"Not particularly. How much can they do in five minutes? Play a little kissy face? Indulge in a little groping? Not too dangerous."

"I know Kate is trying to make me jealous. She says I've been paying too much attention to you and she's pissed off at me about it."

"Well, she's correct up to a point. Women have radar for that sort of thing. At issue is the question of what's 'too much.' From her perspective, you're overdoing it. From mine, you haven't been paying me enough attention."

Mark stared at her blankly for a long moment.

"You heard me correctly," Darcy continued. "I'm well aware that you are attracted to me, as I am to you. Now, we have about three minutes before they come back out. Lets' not waste them." And with that, she leaned over and kissed him thoroughly, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth. Mark felt an immediate stirring between his legs.

Darcy broke from the kiss long enough to take his hand and place it on her breast. He had a choice to make. Kate was probably doing something similar with Steve. She would want to come out of the bedroom looking slightly disheveled in order to get Mark's attention. 'Fuck it' he thought, and pulled Darcy more tightly into his arms. Lightly brushing her nipple through the flimsy bra, he felt it harden under his touch. She gave a throaty murmur in response.

Darcy's sense of timing was good and they broke apart just before Kate and Steve reentered the room. A tell-tale flush was visible on Kate's neck, her hair was mussed, and one button of her blouse was undone. She was clearly aroused. There was a noticeable bulge in Steve's shorts and he avoided eye contact with Darcy and Mark, who pretended to ignore them.

***

You really are a manipulative little bitch, thought Kate as she and Steve returned to the living room. Kate took one look at Darcy's flushed cheeks and realized that she and Mark had not just been sipping wine during the last five minutes. It also crossed her mind that Mark was more willing to respond to Darcy's wiles than worrying about what Steve and she were doing behind closed doors.

Normal play continued for a few minutes, property and cash changing hands. Eventually, Darcy rolled the dice to land on a Risky Business square. She drew a card and a wide smile appeared on her face when she saw its content. She had drawn a card with the same instructions Kate had received earlier. Now it was her turn in the bedroom for five minutes with Mark. Watching Darcy's obvious delight and Mark's less-than-hesitant anticipation, Kate regretted playing by the rules and not touching Steve's cock like she knew he wanted. Too late, she realized Darcy and Mark were going to play by their own rules. Summoning Mark with her fingers, Darcy entered the bedroom without a backward glance. Once again the lock clicked firmly into place.

The first thing Mark noticed was that Kate had prepared the room earlier in the evening, obviously in anticipation of using it as part of the game she had intended to play from the beginning. Equally obvious were the still-smoking candle wicks and the silent IPOD. Kate apparently had no intention of passing along her carefully crafted romantic atmosphere for their enjoyment. Darcy appeared not to care. As soon as the lock clicked into place, she punched the play button on the IPOD for background noise, and led Mark to the loveseat.

"Time to pick up where we left off," she announced in a whisper and pulling her bra straps off her shoulders to reveal both perfect breasts. "Kiss me."

Mark willingly obliged with only a slight trace of guilt, gently caressing her breasts. He had a pretty good idea that Kate and Steve had been doing much the same thing in this room a few minutes earlier and he felt free to respond to Darcy however she wanted. She wanted more.

"Suck on my nipples," she commanded.

As Mark teased her stiffening nipples with his lips and tongue, she took his hand, placed it between her thighs, and began to rock her hips back and forth.

"The card says....." Mark began.

"Fuck the card. You have about three minutes left. Don't put your hand inside my shorts; it'll make me cum and I'm very noisy when I do. So just feel me and don't be too gentle about it."

Mark complied but broke away with a minute or so to spare. "I have to let my erection subside a little before we go back out there."

They took the remaining time to put themselves back together and get control of their breathing. Moments later, when the timer went off, they returned to the living room to find Kate and Steve seated innocently at opposite ends of the sofa. The game board had been put away and the empty wine bottles removed. Clearly, game night was at an end.

***

Darcy and Steve gathered their possessions and were preparing to leave when Kate stopped them.

"Why don't we all have one more glass of wine before we call it a night," she suggested, by all appearances, the gracious hostess. In fact, she was boiling mad. There was no longer any doubt that Darcy was an enemy and Mark her mostly willing accomplice. What had started out as an attempt to get his attention had evolved into something more dangerous than she had intended.

Wine glasses were filled and talk turned to the next day's activities.

"What time are we going fishing," asked Darcy. "I hope it's not too early. Steve and I aren't early risers by nature."

"If we leave here about ten, we'll be on the stream by ten-thirty. This late in the season, the trout will feed all day long. We can take a lunch, fish for a couple more hours in the early afternoon and have trout for dinner tomorrow night." answered Mark glancing at Kate. "We'll be gone four or five hours. Will you be okay here by yourself?"

"Actually, I've changed my mind. I believe I'll go for a hike instead. Steve, I wouldn't mind some company if you aren't all that enthusiastic about fishing."

The proverbial pin drop could have been heard in that room. Kate had caught everyone by surprise. Before Steve could respond, Darcy turned to look Kate squarely in the eye.

"I think that's a fine idea. Steve really doesn't like to fish. He was only going to tag along so I wouldn't be disappointed. I'm sure he'd rather hike. Right Steve?"

"I, uh...I...," he stammered.

"It's settled then. You guys hike, Mark and I will fish and bring home dinner," Darcy announced. "Steve, let's head back to our cabin now and let these folks have some time to themselves. We'll see you guys at ten tomorrow."

***

As Mark and Kate were preparing for bed, Mark tried to pull her into his arms.

"Keep your hands off me," she ordered.

"Look, I know things got a little out of hand tonight but I didn't start this. That game sure as hell wasn't my idea."

"You're right. You didn't start it, but you willingly played along with Darcy from the beginning. I saw you two on the pier this evening when you didn't know I was watching. You could have ended the whole thing right then, but you didn't. And now here we are. Good night."

***

Darcy and Steve arrived just before ten the next morning. If they had shared any anxious moments the night before, there was no sign of it but you could cut the tension between Mark and Kate with a knife.

The morning was cool but the day showed signs of warming quickly. Although Kate wore loose fitting hiking shorts, trail shoes, and a light jacket zipped to her throat, she had made certain that Mark observed her as she dressed earlier in the morning. He knew exactly what she was wearing under her outer clothing and why she had made the choices she had made. He had objected, but Kate ignored him. Steve was similarly dressed for hiking but had chosen a T-shirt to wear under his jacket. Darcy and Mark wore flannel shirts appropriate for cold-water wading and lightweight vests to accommodate fly fishing gear. Both wore topsiders and had slung hip waders over their shoulders. Each woman had a small backpack they had prepared, presumably containing lunch, bottled water, and whatever ladies might need for a day in the wild. After agreeing to be back at the cabins no later than three o'clock, the couples went their separate ways; Mark leading Darcy toward the stream at the far end of the lake and Steve striking out uphill with Kate following behind.

Kate and Steve

Falling in alongside of Steve, Kate said "I'm glad you decided on hiking instead of fishing. Initially, you didn't seem all that interested in being alone with me."

Stumbling slightly, he turned to her and confessed.

"Our dance last night was very stimulating but I didn't realize how much until I tried to sleep."

She smiled, hoping that his memory had ruined any bed time antics by his calculating, man-hunter wife.

Finding Steve even sexier in the daylight, Kate began to feel a tingling in her pussy. But not wanting to reveal her plan by seeming too forward or anxious, she switched the conversation to the beautiful scenery and the abundant wildlife. As they walked along, Steve began pointing out various types of birds. He was so casual about it that Kate wondered if she had misread his earlier comment.

After enjoying a pleasant hike for a couple of hours, they came upon a grove of trees alongside of a small brook and realized immediately that it was the perfect spot for their lunch. Kate unzipped her jacket and began setting up the food.

"Oh, crap," she exclaimed, "I forgot the blanket, but I'm warm enough so we can use my jacket."

Dropping his eyes pointedly toward the hard nipples visible through her halter top, Steve said, "It's pretty obvious that you're a little chilled, so we'll use mine instead."

Blushing, Kate busied herself with pouring wine and spreading Brie on the French bread she had packed that morning. As they settled down on his jacket, Kate decided to get right to the point.

"You know we are probably going to have sex today, don't you?"

Steve swallowed hard and stared at Kate in disbelief.

"Ah...look, I thought this was just of continuation of last night's game. A little teasing, some kissing, maybe a little touching, but nothing too serious. Shouldn't we be thinking a little about your husband and my wife down there on that creek?"

"Darcy and Mark are exactly who I'm thinking about. What do you think they're doing down there now? Fishing all day? Maybe for a little while, but then Mark is going to fuck Darcy. I guarantee it. It was written all over their faces this morning." Kate waited for his response with some apprehension. Convinced that Mark and Darcy were already fucking, she didn't want to be turned down by Steve.

Steve thought for a little while and decided that Kate was right. All the signs had been there last night. Darcy and Mark's mutual attraction was hard to miss and Darcy's quick agreement with Kate's change of plans confirmed his suspicions. Obviously reaching some sort of decision, Steve looked deep into Kate's eyes.

"I've been walking along all morning, smelling your perfume, looking at your body, and remembering how soft your breasts were. I'd really like to see them in better light."

Relieved and flattered, Kate smiled at Steve and slowly began taking off her jacket and halter top. "Be my guest," she invited as she placed her jacket on the ground next to Steve's.

He gently reached out and, as he touched them, marveled "Your breasts are more beautiful than I remembered. I knew your nipples would be hard and pink."

"Well, don't just admire them; they're yours for the afternoon. Put them in your mouth,' Kate murmured as she lay back on their jackets and pulled him toward her.

Steve obliged by softly fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples with lips and tongue. As he was gently sucking, Kate realized that this was becoming something more than just than getting the better of Darcy. Suddenly she wanted the game advanced to a higher level.

"You know, my pussy got very wet when I felt you against me last night," Kate whispered.

Raising his head and looking into her eyes, Steve murmured "Then let's see how wet you are right now." Placing two of his fingers into her mouth, Kate instinctively began to suck on them. Still looking into her eyes, he leaned forward to replace his fingers with his tongue and then lowered his hand to the hem of her shorts. He started slowly moving his hand up inside until his fingers found their mark. She heard his sharp intake of breath when he realized she wasn't wearing panties.

"Well, well, it looks like the lady planned ahead," he observed with a smile.

"I certainly hope you're not going to ruin those plans" replied Kate."

"I try to never disappoint a lady" whispered Steve as he gently inserted his fingers and began searching the depths of her pussy using a very slow rhythm.

Kate cried out softly and began to match his cadence with her body, counter thrusting against his hand. As she became more and more aroused, fully aware of his hard cock pressing against her hip, Kate gave in to her growing impatience.

"Harder," she demanded, "Make me cum. I promise it won't be the last time today."

Steve obliged and started moving his fingers with greater purpose. Kate answered his efforts with stronger movements of her own. Crying out continually, she strained against his hand in search of release. Moments later, soft contractions of her pussy signaled to Steve that she was starting to go over the edge. Shifting his attention solely to her clitoris, he was rewarded with stronger contractions as Kate came with a sharp cry of pleasure and fell back onto their jackets. Steve continued to softly finger fuck her, letting her down slowly.

'I want more," Kate announced only moments later as she guided his hand to her zipper. Steve countered by moving her other hand to the large bulge in his shorts. As she unzipped his shorts and began pulling them down, Kate realized she had been right about her first observation, and again later when they were dancing; there was more in there than initially met the eye.

"Take off my shorts. Take your clothes off," Kate commanded."

"As the lady wishes" he said as he eased her shorts down over her legs and tossed them aside. Seconds later, he removed his shorts, underwear, and T-shirt.

They were now both naked and admiring each other's bodies. Steve's was gorgeous. His dick was long, thick, and very hard. Immediately, Kate wanted to taste him. Pushing him down on his back, Kate slowly began dragging her tongue along his body. Softly moaning, Steve curled his fingers in her hair and guided her mouth downward. Knowing exactly what to do, she began softly licking his cock. He arched his back, signaling her to take him deeper into her mouth. Message received, she slid him deep into her throat. With her teeth gently gliding along his skin, she continued to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, alert for any signs that he might be about to cum. She didn't want to have everything end prematurely.

Without warning, Steve suddenly pulled himself out of Kate's mouth and said, "I want to put my tongue in your pussy and then I want to fuck you until you beg me to let you cum again."

Nearly having an orgasm at that pronouncement alone, Kate leaned back and opened her legs. "I just had the perfect dessert," she whispered. "Now it's your turn."

Pushing her onto her back, Steve positioned his arms under Kate's legs and pulled her pussy toward his mouth. Slowly, he began licking her and teasing her clitoris with his lips and tongue. If Kate thought she couldn't be any hotter, she was wrong. As Steve continued to suck her clit, she could feel her juices flowing freely. Finally, too close to the edge, Kate pushed his mouth away.

"I'm so wet Steve, I want you inside of me now."

"Roll over," he ordered.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play it," said Kate, raising one eyebrow with a smile and rolling out from under him. She rose to her feet and positioned herself in front of a small Aspen tree a few feet away. Grasping the trunk, she started to bend over, offering him an enticing rear entry position. Steve grinned and stepped toward her.

"Wait." he ordered, "Reach up high and hold onto that tree with both your hands. No matter what I do to you, don't let go."

Approaching her from behind, he began running his hands all over her body, touching her everywhere. Kate squirmed with pleasure as he often brushed his fingertips across her nipples or paused to finger fuck her gently. Minutes later he paused a final time.

"Open your legs a little bit wider for me," he commanded.

As Kate complied, Steve saw that the insides of her thighs were slick with her lubricant. Sliding his cock down between the cheeks of her splendid round ass, he began to pump between her legs while fingering her pussy more forcefully. Kate moaned with pleasure.

"Please fuck me," Kate begged. "Fuck me now."

Steve turned her toward him, lifted her in his arms, and laid her gently back down on their jackets. Kneeling between her thighs, he slowly pushed his cock deep into her pussy.




Wilderness Games



"Oh, God, yes," she sighed as he began to move inside her.

Steve continued to fuck her for several long blissful minutes, slowly increasing the power and tempo of his thrusts as Kate's arousal soared and he pushed her closer to orgasm.

"Stop!" she ordered suddenly. "Pull out of me."

Dismayed, Steve reluctantly obeyed.

"Don't go away," she told him as she reached into her backpack to remove a battery powered vibrating egg. "Put it deep inside of me, then push your cock in as far as you can and don't move." Intrigued, and more than ready to be back inside her, he did as she demanded. Looking into his eyes, Kate locked her legs around his hips and turned the vibrator on high. Startled, Steve immediately responded to the vibrations as Kate pulled him closer.

"Jesus, where did you learn this?"

Kate ignored him, now lost in her own sexual haze. With Steve's cock holding the egg deep inside her pussy; she knew she wouldn't last long. Trying to suppress a scream, Kate clamped a hand over her mouth. The beginning of her climax was almost painful. The contractions began deep down and moved outward to her engorged clitoris. Her body went rigid with anticipation and then gave way to wave after wave of intense pleasure as she collapsed, nearly sobbing, back onto their jackets.

No longer able to remain still, Steve began thrusting his cock in and out of Kate's pussy. Moments later he realized that she was on her way to another crushing orgasm. Increasing the speed and power of his thrusts, he quickly pushed her close to the edge. Crying out continually, she locked her legs behind his back, pulling him deep inside and stopping his thrusts. Her violent contractions signaled to him that he could now give into the powerful urges that were taking control of his body.

"Oh my god" he groaned as he exploded into her, filling her with his cum.

"I have never experienced anything like that!" he exclaimed as he rolled over onto his back to lie beside a nearly exhausted Kate.

Several minutes later, having mostly recovered, Kate and Steve began to stir.

"How do you feel right now?" Steve asked with a smile.

"Sexually satisfied but a little guilty," Kate replied, surprising him. "I'm beginning to wonder what the four of us have set into motion. We crossed a line and we can't go back."

"Why do you feel guilty? We just did what Darcy and Mark have been doing."

"I know. And that knowledge is the only thing that's keeping the guilt from overwhelming me."

"Do you really think they're feeling guilty?"

"I can't speak for Darcy, but I'm certain Mark is having second thoughts right about now."

"Was the sex worth it?" he asked hopefully.

"You were very good and it felt wonderful, but I just don't know yet. We'll have to see what happens next," Kate replied, her mind registering the fact that Steve had not admitted to a single pang of guilt. She would bet money that Darcy didn't feel the slightest twinge either. Kate found herself questioning the kind of people she and Mark had allowed themselves to become involved with. Feelings of regret soon joined those of guilt.

"It's getting late. We should get dressed and head back to the cabins. The last thing we need is a search party combing the hills looking for us."

They dressed in silence and started back down the trail. Once again, conversation was limited to the surrounding beauty. No one mentioned what had just transpired between them.

They arrived at the back of Kate's cabin and parted company. With her heart in her mouth, Kate took a long, deep, ragged breath and rounded the corner of the cabin.

Darcy and Mark

It took Darcy and Mark a half hour to reach the stream and another fifteen minutes to locate an area that looked promising. Along the way, they chatted as though nothing unusual had happened the night before. But Mark was well aware of the previous evening's activities and couldn't help but wonder what the day would bring. Most likely, they would fish, have lunch, fish again, and return to the cabins in the early afternoon. He was troubled by Kate's about-face on staying behind in the cabin to read. The sudden proposal to go on a hike, and her choice of clothing, bothered him a lot. She had clearly surprised Steve. Darcy's quick agreement that Steve should accompany Kate also gave him pause, but Kate's real intentions were the overriding question in his mind.

They arrived at a good location streamside. Quickly donning their waders, they assembled their rods, selected flies, and stepped into the swiftly moving water. Mark was careful to stay downstream of Darcy. She was so small and the streambed so slippery that he was concerned for her safety. If she went down in the stream he could catch her before she was carried away by the current. Keeping her upstream also afforded him ample opportunity to study the beautiful picture she presented.

An hour passed. Several beautiful Rainbows were caught and released. Conversation was confined to the fishing experience as they exchanged information and complemented one another on technique. Mark now realized that Darcy was an expert as she completed cast after cast with accuracy and elegance that surpassed his own. He had no doubt that she had set yesterday's casting lesson in motion for purposes of her own that had nothing to do with fishing.

"It's time for lunch," Darcy announced. "I'm famished."

Mark agreed so they waded to shore, pulled off their waders, donned their topsiders, and found a nice driftwood log that would accommodate both of them. Darcy had prepared a light lunch of bread, cheese, and fruit. The day had warmed nicely and Darcy leaned back against the log, eyes closed, to luxuriate in the sun. Mark admired her from the few feet that separated them. She was truly beautiful. Fifteen minutes or so passed before Darcy began to stir.

"I have to use the lady's room before we go back in the water," she declared. Grabbing her backpack, she disappeared into the woods and out of sight. Mark had just concluded that nothing unusual was going to happen when Darcy called to him from the woods.

"Mark, could you come here for a minute, please. There's something I think you should see back here."

Mark couldn't imagine what she wanted, but nothing in her voice suggested that there might be a problem. It took a minute or so for him to locate her. When he did, his pulse rate jumped and he felt his face flush.

Darcy had located a grassy area in a small clearing. A blanket, obviously one that had been concealed in her backpack, was spread out on the grass. She was standing in the middle of the blanket wearing only her flannel shirt, now completely unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage and the red triangle of silky hair between her thighs. The band holding her ponytail had been removed, allowing her luxurious hair to cascade down her back and shoulders. She looked like a Celtic goddess. Mark was stunned.

"I want you to fuck me," she announced softly.

Mark stared at her for an eternity. Finally, he gained some control of his voice.

"Jesus H. Christ," he choked. Darcy didn't reply.

"Darcy, you're beautiful and sexy. I got a little taste of that last night. But don't you think we ought to give some thought to a husband and a wife up on the trails somewhere?"

"How naïve can you be, Mark? Just exactly what do you think they are doing up there right about now?"

Mark knew she was probably right. If Kate had left today's plan in place, Steve would be here fishing with them and there would be no potential for trouble. Clearly, Kate had decided to escalate the situation to its inevitable, irreversible conclusion. Her choice of clothing reinforced that notion. A mental image of Steve fucking his wife in some alpine meadow appeared in his head. Without a word, he removed his clothing and stepped onto the blanket to pull Darcy into his arms, his erection already surging to full size.

"I don't need much foreplay. I'm wet enough for both of us," Darcy whispered as she stepped back, removed her shirt, lowered herself to the blanket, and opened her legs. "Just fuck me, and don't be gentle about it."

"Not on your life. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it properly. Let's take our time," Mark countered as he lay beside her on the blanket and drew her back into his arms. Darcy melted against him as he kissed her, letting his hands roam all over her body. She was soft, smooth, and fragrant. A few short minutes later, Darcy pulled back to look Mark in the eyes.

"You are going to have to do more than that very soon. I've been thinking about this all morning and I'm so hot I'm afraid I may catch fire. At least pick up where we left off last night and finger fuck me."

In response, Mark eased his hand down across her stomach as she open her legs to accept him. Darcy was indeed wet and his fingers entered her smoothly, gently caressing the warm slippery flesh beneath the silky red hair. His reward was a series of soft murmurs and cries of pleasure as she rocked her hips against his hand. Mark felt her response and increased the tempo of his efforts.

"Oh God! Stop! Fuck me! Now!" Darcy suddenly commanded.

Not knowing if she was capable of having more than one orgasm, Mark immediately obeyed her orders. He wanted to be inside her when she came. Kneeling between her thighs, he grasped his cock in one hand, pressed it into the soft folds of her pussy and slowly began to push himself inside. Clearly impatient, Darcy thrust her hips upward, forcing him to enter her quickly. Both of them moaned loudly with pleasure.

"Now fuck me hard!" she ordered.

Once again obeying her, Mark immediately began to pound his cock into her pussy. In return, Darcy responded with loud cries and thrusting hips. It flitted through Mark's mind that she was like a demanding Druid priestess being serviced by one of her minions. There was nothing personal involved. This was raw, physical sex with a beautiful female creature in its most basic form.

Darcy's movements became more frantic and her cries louder as her arousal spiraled upward. Mark increased the power and tempo of his thrusts as he felt her approaching orgasm. Finally, she let out a scream and began to shudder with release as he pushed her over the top.

Darcy fell back onto the blanket, breasts heaving, and legs shaking with the aftereffects of her orgasm. Mark remained inside her but slowed his tempo to an easy pace. He sensed she wasn't through with him yet and he didn't want to cum too soon.

"Oh God! That was good! I hope Steve and Kate couldn't hear me. I told you I was loud." Mark had been thinking the same thing.

"Don't go anywhere. We're not done yet. Keep doing what you're doing and let me rest for a bit," Darcy ordered.

It didn't take long to recharge her batteries. "Pull that wonderful cock out of me for just a moment. I want you to fuck me from the back."

Mark withdrew and Darcy rolled over into a kneeling position with her knees far apart. He grasped her by the hips and entered her quickly, immediately resuming the powerful thrusting and cadence he had used before. Again her cries filled the air as her arousal accelerated. Clawing at the blanket with her small hands, Darcy arched her back and lowered her torso to change the angle of penetration. Mark continued slamming his cock into her pussy, praying he wouldn't cum. Just as he thought he was going to lose it, Darcy shrieked and began a series of violent contractions that signaled a powerful orgasm. Mark didn't move a muscle, barely maintaining control. Darcy grew still, remaining in her position for a minute or so until her breathing slowed a little. Finally, she moved forward, disengaging from Mark's cock and collapsing face down on the blanket. Mark rolled over onto his back, certain he knew what would happen next.

"Once more," she announced, rising back onto her knees. "And I'm getting on top this time."

Slinging a beautiful leg across Mark's body, she grasped his cock and guided it inside as she lowered herself into position.

Darcy held all the cards in this position and she made the most of it. At least partially sated from her first two orgasms, she seemed determined to take her time. For several long minutes, she rode his cock, rocked her hips, and made Mark caress her breasts to let her arousal build slowly. Brushing her nipples with his thumbs, he watched as they stiffened in response. Looking up at her, he was again amazed at her beauty. She was moving more quickly now and crying out with more urgency. Her wild red hair swirled around her face as she threw her head from side to side, eyes closed, heading rapidly for what Mark knew would be her final orgasm of the day. He was rapidly losing his own battle.

"Oh God! Oh God! Cum with me! Now!" she screamed just as Mark exploded inside her, their mutual contractions felt by them both.

Darcy lowered her body to his chest. They both remained motionless for several minutes. Finally, Darcy rolled on to her back beside him on the blanket. They rested that way, silently, for a long time.

"How do you feel," she asked a few minutes later.

"Lucky. Completely spent. Guilty. You name it."

"Well every time you start to feel guilt, just imagine Steve and Kate doing what you and I just did. The feeling will pass, I promise you."

"I guess you're right. But somehow I know there is going to be a price to pay, no pun intended," bringing a quick smile to Darcy Price's face in response.

"Get over it. Let's go fishing. We still have dinner to catch," she announced. "Go on back to the stream. Let a lady put herself back together in private. I'll join you in a few minutes."

Five minutes later, Darcy walked out of the woods, fully clothed, ponytail back in place, and donned her waders. They fished for another hour, this time keeping four fat trout for dinner that night. When it was time to leave, Darcy started off downstream toward the lake. Mark fell in beside her. They talked of fishing and the beautiful scenery they were enjoying but not a word was said about what had just happened between them.

They reached Mark and Kate's cabin first. There was no sign of Kate.

"Let me have two of the fish." Darcy said, "After thinking about it, dinner may not work out so well for the four of us tonight."

Mark watched her walk all the way back to her cabin. When she had gone inside, he stowed his gear, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, and went out on the porch to await Kate's return. His palms were sweaty and his heart was pounding as he took a seat. His feelings of guilt and apprehension were almost overwhelming. He would just have to wait it out and see what happened.

***

He didn't have to wait long. His beer was only half finished when Kate rounded the corner of the cabin and climbed up to the porch. She looked a little tired, a little windblown, but Mark could read nothing else by her appearance.

"That beer looks good. I'll be right back."

"Well, did you fuck Darcy?" Kate enquired, as casually as possible after she returned with her beer.

Mark decided not to prolong the agony and chose to tell the truth.

"Yes, I did."

Kate looked at him steadily for a long moment.

"Was she good? Did she cum?"

"Yes, she was good and yes she came. Several times. So how did your day go? Did Steve fuck you?"

"He did. And before you ask, yes he made me cum. More than once. Each time was wonderful. All orgasms are wonderful, regardless of the source."

"Let's spare each other any further details," Mark suggested. Kate nodded her head in agreement.

They sat in silence for a while, nursing their beers, each lost in their own thoughts.

"So how are you feeling about all this right now?" asked Mark, breaking the silence.

"Guilty as sin," Kate replied. "You?"

"Guilty also. Either one of us could have stopped it, not to mention Darcy and Steve, but no one did. I wish it hadn't happened."

"Me too," declared Kate with a sad smile. "And now that we've shared all this information about each other that neither of us ever wanted to hear, what do we do now?"

"Hell, I don't know. Let's finish our beer and go take a shower."

***

Leading her husband into the bedroom, Kate unlaced her hiking boots and tossed them aside.

"Mark, turn on the shower. It takes a minute for the water to get hot. Then please go get a black garbage bag from the kitchen."

A little puzzled about the trash bag, Mark complied with both requests. When he returned, she took the bag and shook it open. Without a word, she removed her jacket, halter top and shorts and placed then into the bag.

"I need a few minutes in the bathroom by myself. I'll let you know when you can join me," Kate said as she pulled the door shut behind her.

Mark understood why she needed the time alone. He also now understood the purpose of the garbage bag, so he added his clothing to Kate's. He was tying the bag shut when she called for him to join her in the shower.

Stepping inside, he tried to take her into his arms.

"Stop! She commanded as she placed both her hands against his chest and pushed him away. When he had halted in place, Kate took a bar of soap and began to wash his body. "Don't touch me until I've washed away her stink from your skin. I got us into this with that stupid game and I'm going to get us out as best I can."

Mark stood motionless as Kate washed and rinsed his hair, then slowly lathered his entire body, front and back, paying special attention to his midsection. Under normal conditions, he would have responded dramatically to her intimate touch, but he understood this was not about sex, it was a cleansing ritual.

Finally satisfied with her work, she handed him the soap.

"Do my back. It's the only place I couldn't reach." Doing as she instructed, he gently lathered her back, massaging the tenseness out of her shoulder muscles. Slowly relaxing, she leaned back against him for a long moment and then reached out to shut off the water.

After drying off side by side, Kate led Mark to the bed and pulled back the covers.

"Please just hold me for a while. Maybe we can sleep a little," she suggested as he pulled her in close to his body. Within minutes, both had dozed off into a light sleep.

***

An hour later, restored by sleep and cleanliness, they stepped out onto the porch, each with a glass of wine, and took possession of the porch swing.

Almost immediately, they heard a strident female voice, raised in anger, coming from Darcy and Steve's cabin. A male voice, equally upset, joined in discordant harmony. The words were unintelligible, but the emotions were crystal clear.

The fight raged for ten or fifteen minutes and then abruptly stopped. Minutes later, the cabin door burst open violently and Darcy stomped out onto the porch to descend the steps, Steve hot on her trail. Both were dragging their belongings. Reaching their car, they slammed their bags into the trunk and then threw themselves into the front seat, Darcy taking the driver's side. The car was in motion before Steve could get his legs inside and close the passenger door. Gravel flew as Darcy floored the accelerator and sped away. From the sound of the engine and the continuous crunching of gravel beneath the tires, they did not stop at the office. Finally, the sounds of their departure faded into the distance and silence once again settled over the resort.

Kate looked at Mark with raised eyebrows and received a shrug in reply.

Fifteen minutes later, Bob and Liz arrived with concerned looks on their faces.

"What's up with them," asked Liz. "Is anything wrong?"

"Not that we know of," offered Mark. "We spent the day with them. You know; hiking, fishing, fooling around."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Kate stifling a smile.

"We all got back here around three and there didn't seem to be any problems then," he continued.




Wilderness Games



"Liz, I see the cabin door is standing open. We'd better go check things out," announced Bob. "Sorry to bother you folks. Have a good evening."

Kate and Mark did, in fact, have a good evening; trout for dinner, more wine, conversation, and a decision to enjoy the remainder of their stay; hiking, fishing, and fooling around. The fooling around part started shortly midnight and lasted well into the wee hours of the morning. Finally exhausted, they fell asleep in each other's arms, both of them knowing they were exactly where they were supposed to be.



Wilderness Love



As we walk along the path of the deepest forest with all it's darkening power drawing us deeper into it's mist holding hands as many lover's have before us, we talk about what our lives have brought us and where we want to go. Then you stop us all of a sudden and pull me into your arms and press yourself tightly to me. We look into each others eyes seeing what we have been looking for and then in your eyes I see the love and what I have been missing all my life, "I have found home." 

Then your hand comes up and strokes my cheek slightly as I press my head into your soft caress. Your lips start to come down upon mine gently at first brushing them lightly. But in that instant my body quivers with such delight that I knew this was going to the best there ever was. Your lips then press harder into mine as my arms come up around your neck pulling you even closer into me. As I let out a small moan of pleasure your tongue slips into my mouth where my tongue searches for yours. What heaven to feel your heat press tightly into mine. Our tongues dance together in a primitive dance of mating relishing the bliss of you. Your hands slide down my sides just grazing my breast with your thumbs. My nipples harden to their hard peaks showing you how my body responds to your touch. Still, my body presses into your strong arms as my nipples press deeper into your chest

As I breathe in deeply the smell of sweet pine mixed with your aroma alerts me to what I have found in you is all I ever needed. The tall pines towering above us and keeping us nestled in their arms from the entire world. In this mist of nature we have found what most people have been looking for all their life. We will become as one under all this glory of mother earth.

As your kiss deepens you lower me to the ground where your body half covers mine. Your arousal pressing into my thigh for me to feel in all its glory and relish with desire to have you buried deep inside of me. I press up into your arms feeling the cool ground beneath me as your warm body blanketing me. Your leg slips between mine as your hand travels lower where I am quivering with desire of you. My hands travel down your back feeling you tense to my feather touch. As my hands reach your butt I pull you onto me wanting to feel all your weight upon me.

As your lips slip from mine and travel light kisses upon my neck I throw my head back and moan with pleasure as you travel further. Your hands slip under my shirt to cup my breast into your hand. I yearn to have you touch me everywhere for I shall die if you stop. You pull my shirt free of and then you reach around and unsnap my bra so my breast can fall free and as you look deep into my eyes you see how much I want you. Your lips travel further down raining kisses everywhere until your warm lips seek my nipple where you pull it gently into your hot mouth devouring it.

I strained upward to feel this delicious feeling you are giving me. If I have died I know I have gone to heaven to be in your arms as this. You hand presses into where I ache for you so much driving me wild for you, but before all these feelings have left me I was lying there naked for your eyes to feast upon me. You stand and start taking your clothes off for my eyes to caress you as your hands had done to me. Then as you stand before me naked for me to see you in all your glory I thank the heavens above for bringing you to me.

You lower yourself upon me and kiss me deeply as your hand travels to where I am wet with desire. Then as you kiss me harder your fingers slip between the lips where I need you most and then slip into my dark channel. I moan with pleasure and arc up to your hand wanting more and when I think I cannot take any more You lower your head to where I want you more then life itself. You tantalize my inner thighs with kisses until I open up to you as a flower opening to the sun. Your tongue slips inside where I am dripping with desire for you then it slides up higher and then the skies open up and I soar to the heavens as I cry out your name. My body convulses into you as I am scattered among the trees in a million pieces.

Then you look up at me and bring your lips to me my sweetness that I have given you. My lips break free and travel down your body wanting to taste every part of you. Lower and lower to where I spread your thighs and let my tongue slip to where you are throbbing so for me. As my lips and tongue travel up your rod I take the head into my mouth and only suck on it driving you wild with pleasure. But when I feel you are going mad I open my sweet lips and take you all the way into my mouth wanting to feel of you and as I slowly slide up and down on your hard throbbing rod wanting all of you more and more. 

You lift my head from you and slid on top of me spreading my thighs wide and when I thought all was over I feel you probing me with where I still yet burn for you. I feel you slide deep with in me filling me the most wondrous feeling I could ever imagine. As your thrust grow faster and deeper I call out your name meeting each thrust with my on and then the world spins above me and the skies shatter into a million glorious bits and two more thrust and I feel your release deep inside of me.

As you collapse upon me our breathing erratic I purr with such completeness for we are as one now and you have given me the greatest gift of all. To feel you r weight upon me is the one that has shown me what pure bliss and fulfillment is. Thank you my sweet man for such a beautiful gift you have given me.



Wilderness Paradise Pt. 01



A Wilderness Paradise: Of Brothers and Sisters

This story is longer than most. I reiterate, if you are looking for a quickie then this one is not for you. As always, it draws from personal experience:

"In a universe of ambiguity,
this kind of certainty comes only once,
and never again,
no matter how many lifetimes you live."

The Bridges of Madison County, Robert Waller.

The Lucky 8

The first thing I was aware of when I came to was the throbbing in my head. It hurt like a son-of-a- bitch. A fuckin' 10-alarm headache! I blinked and squeezed my eyes shut feeling the pressure thunder across of my forehead, a veritable marching band drumming right out from the center of my brain. And through this dull pounding the events of the previous night came seeping back in threads of loosely knit sequences. 

I had stopped at 'The Lucky-8 Bar & Grill' for a drink and a bite to eat when one of the locals took umbrage to my presence. And as luck would have it, he happened to be about the biggest man I'd ever encountered. I'm a shade over six two but this Grizzly made me look like a midget. He was a foot taller and had me by about a hundred and fifty pounds though that really didn't scare me – size was never relevant in a fight. I had fought big men before and possessed an arsenal of techniques to deal with his size advantage. But someone forgot to tell Godzilla that. 

He moved in trying to close the distance when a push-kick to his lower abdomen, a little above his groin, followed by a low roundhouse-kick to the outside of his knee stopped him in his tracks. I saw his leg flex unnaturally and his face contort with pain and was about to step in when I was sent flying by the swipe of a huge, gnarly paw. I tumbled over a table and ricocheted off of the wall landing on the far side of nothing, a mile from where he stood. Okay, so this wasn't going to be a walk in the park!  

I got up quickly and stayed low ducking under a fist the size of Texas and when he swarmed in I hit him with a short right to the bridge of his nose and followed it with a left elbow to his temple. I could feel the impact running down my shoulders to my feet. The combination stunned the giant and he staggered backwards. There is truth to the cliché that speed kills. I was about to end it when there was a sudden explosion of lights followed by that peculiar weightless feeling as I slipped into unconsciousness. That was the last thing I remembered. 

I ran my fingers gingerly over the walnut-sized bump on the back of my head just above the occipital bone, feeling around to gauge the extent of the damage. My scalp was split open and the blood had coagulated and clumped in my hair but I didn't think it would need stitches. I wasn't disoriented or confused which was good – it meant that though I might have concussed, it wasn't too serious. I checked my body for further injuries and apart from some sore ribs and a small bruise on the left side of my face I was okay, disheveled and badly in need of a shower, but okay. 

I was lying propped up against the front wall facing the parking lot a few feet away from the stone stairway that led up to the entrance of the Bar. Someone must have carried me out. If they had thrown me down those stairs, I would have surely broken my neck. What can I say; I was dealing with a bunch of spineless but nevertheless, considerate assholes. 

I sat up and shielded my eyes from the sunlight, the glare sending stilettoes stabbing through my brain. 

"Damn! That's bright ..." I muttered to myself. 

It was then that I noticed a piece of paper tucked into my shirt pocket. It was the crumpled tab for my meal. On it was scribbled, in childlike print, "I PAYED YOUR TAB. YOU WERE PREOCUPIDE PLEEZ COME SEE ME. DANIEL BENN". Okay, so I was dealing with a bunch of well-mannered yokels who couldn't spell but had a sense of humor! Nice touch but I was still pissed. 

After making sure that my wallet and its contents were intact I got up, dusted myself off and drove a few miles down the road to The Smiling Bear Lodge. It was where I was supposed to hook-up with Rachael, Kyla and a few friends. Rachael was my kid sister and Kyla was a mutual friend we had grown up with. Andy and Sue were friends of Rachael's from college but I had yet to meet them. We had Skyped a few times but the lighting in Rachael's dorm room wasn't the best. I just hoped that they had some experience trekking in the mountains like the ones we were about to explore. 

The plan was to use the Inn, just outside Bella Coola, as home base and drive to the mountains in Tweedsmuir Provincial Park to do some rock climbing, trekking and fishing. But my trip had been jinxed from the very get-go. I had left the office late and had gotten stuck in traffic a few miles south of O'Hare airport. Interstate I-190 had become a virtual parking lot thanks to an accident involving a tractor trailer and by the time they cleared the mess, I had missed my flight to Vancouver. The only option I had, in lieu of buying a new ticket, was to detour through Montreal or Calgary. So I flew into Montreal, waited around for four hours chugging stale coffee and browsing mindlessly through every magazine in the bookstore before catching the connecting flight to Sea Island. 

I arrived there sleep deprived and hyped on caffeine only to learn that the weekly flight to Bella Coola had left a few hours earlier. Why wasn't I surprised? To paraphrase an old rock anthem: "If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all". But I wasn't going to waste my time bitching about this so instead of twiddling my thumbs for a week, I decided to drive the six hundred odd miles to Bella Coola. Bad idea!

After reviewing the map and checking the net for options, I settled on the Gold Rush Trail, Route Highway 1 to Highway 97 which was the quickest route to Williams Lake. It still took me over 7 hours to get there, but that was the easy part. Highway 20 going west to Bella Coola was in a different league altogether and could have been appropriately named 'The Highway to Hell'! Intermittent construction and the dirt road known as the Hill was enough to test the patience and nerves of the most skilled of drivers. There was a particular 5 mile stretch, riddled with hairpin bends and switchbacks that must have been designed by some sadomasochist or Evel Knievel himself. It was on a 20 degree gradient with sections that literally hung off the mountain's ledge that had my balls shriveling up like chestnuts and had me questioning the sanity of the decision to drive – at that moment a week in Vancouver didn't seem so bad. And it wasn't over. Once I managed to get down the Hill, I still had an hour or so to Bella Coola. 

In all, including the break, where I slept in the car, the drive took me a little under 18 hours and this, when added to my transit time, cost me two days. I didn't really blame them for going ahead, I would have most probably done the same, but I was hoping that Rachael would have convinced the others to wait for me. But she didn't. True to her mercurial nature, Rachael sent me a text telling me to catch up! Her exact words, 'Sorry, Luke, would've liked to hang around but we've things to do. We'll see you at Hunlen Falls. Catch us if you can!', and ended it with a smiley. That was so typical of Rachael. 

The thing about driving long distances, especially alone, is the cerebral freedom that often accompanies solitude; freedom that allows for the merging of thoughts and sensual fantasies with the reconstituted images of memory. This might explain the thriving flesh trade along the highways of North America. Those truckers have nothing else to do but fantasize about whatever it is they fantasize about and a willing body at a truck stop offers them some sort of temporary palliative. I could certainly appreciate that. My mind was filled, for most part, with thoughts of sex; of the girls I had slept with and those I wanted to sleep with ... and, of course, my younger sister. 

After I had programmed the preset buttons on the radio and made the requisite phone call to my parents, I was left with the comfort of a peculiar quietness. It was a state where the soft strains of the music and the whirring sounds of the engine had faded into a soothing white noise and where the quantum of time and space had disappeared into the signs and scenery flashing by. I found myself revisiting secrets that had been locked away, stored securely in some far recess of my mind - secrets that families seldom talk about. 

Incest! The word that once conjured images of banjo-playing retards and lewd, older men seducing little girls had undergone a significant change for me. I had researched and read everything I could find on the subject – especially articles delving into the sexual relationships between siblings. The more I read, the more I was convinced that some of the taboos were baseless. Exploration amongst brothers and sisters was a lot more widespread than acknowledged and was even considered normal by psychologists and doctors. What was surprising was that many of these liaisons developed into close, long-lasting affairs that continued even after one or both siblings had found other partners. The other interesting fact was the similarity in the experiences – couples who had indulged in sibling incest could relate closely with others who had done the same. Many also confessed that it was primarily their incestuous encounters that provided them with fodder for their sensual fantasies. 

I can vouch for that. I couldn't help it, but the night that had affected both Rachael and me would play in my mind over and over and over again. It was an incident that had taken place on Rachael's Prom night and had changed my predilections forever. I was tied to my sister by the umbilical cord of a salacious memory. 

6 Years ago – a flashback to Rachael's Prom Night

"What's up, Bugs?" I asked when Rachael's name popped up on my phone. 

It was my nickname for her – Bugs as in Bugs Bunny; she used to remind me of a bunny when she was little with her two protruding front teeth and a cute lisp. That was before the magic of orthodontics gave her the perfect smile. She was eighteen now and all grown up. 

"Kyla still doesn't have a date," she said without preamble. 

"What? I can't hear you. Let me step outside," I said and made my way to the door.

I was with some friends at a popular Pizzeria and the cacophony of loud music, ribald laughter and clattering dishes was deafening.

"Okay, what was that? You said something about Kyla."

"Kyla doesn't have a date for the Prom," she repeated, "I told you about it ... we are running out of time!" 

"I don't get it ... I thought Brian was taking her to the Prom?" I was genuinely surprised. 

Brian and Kyla had gone out a few times and it was obvious that Kyla was taken with him. She couldn't stop talking about him and how "cute" he was. 

"I know and that's why she said no to the others who had asked her ... but we just found out that he's taking Mary." 

Mary was a bimbo on the cheerleading team – big boobs, bubble ass and absolutely brain-dead; she was the epitome of being "clueless"! 

Brian was the captain of the football team and was a pompous ass. Girls thought that he was "dreamy". I thought he was a prick and no, I'm not jealous – we'd had our share of run-ins before I graduated. I was just glad that Rachael was never enamored by him. 

"Brian's a fuckin' creep! You tell her not to lose any sleep over him. Why can't she go without a date? Hey, she can hang with you and Gorilla Grodd!" I suggested. 

I couldn't help making fun of Rachael's boyfriend. He was a nerd, an extreme geek. He had a condescending manner about him and on more than one occasion I've had to step in to prevent someone from poking him in the eye. He was arrogant and super bright, as in "genius", similar to the anthropomorphic cartoon character. But it was the fact that the nickname, Gorilla Grodd, seemed to press Rachael's buttons that had me staying with it. I swear Rachael had the strangest taste in boys. But the truth was that I was jealous of him, jealous that he was dating my sister. And maybe that was the real reason I picked on him. It was confusing at best. Rachael and I had always been close but this feeling that seemed to crop up from nowhere sure beat the heck out of me.  

"Why do you always have to be mean to James?" Rachael asked and I could tell from her voice that she was upset.

"I'm joking!" I protested.

"No you're not! I know you, Luke, and I know when you are kidding and when you're being nasty." 

I was quiet. She was right – there was an undercurrent of meanness masked by the convivial cover of my incessant teasing. We had always been open and honest with each other and talked about everything, including sex, but for the first time I was at a loss. I didn't know how to verbalize the feelings inside me. How do you tell your younger sister that you are jealous of the guy she's dating? That it was driving me crazy imagining him doing things to her? I realized that sooner or later someone was going to get her into bed and that she wasn't going to remain a virgin forever but the thought was both sobering and disconcerting. Did I have a thing for my sister? Shit! That would be really weird! 

"I... er ... I don't know why. It's not even him, sis ... it's ... it's the fact that you are dating him!" I finally managed to stutter. 

"You're dating! And you don't see me making fun of the girls you parade in and out of your room!" she spat back. 

"That's different," I squawked with typical male logic. 

"Oh, really! How? How is it different? Did you ever stop to think how it made me feel ... those skanks walking around half-naked crawling all over you?"

I was shocked by the passion in her voice. Granted some of them were, for lack of a better word, skanks, and did walk around in their panties, flaunting their boobies (when Mom and Dad weren't around), but it never occurred to me that she might feel uncomfortable or was there more to this? Was she, like me, jealous too? 

"I never thought it bothered you," I replied, "... honestly! You never said anything!" 

"I hated them! Every single one of them!" She spat out, the passion in her voice surprising me, and then added, "Even Laura, who's really quite sweet." 

This wasn't like Rachael at all. She was normally very laidback and easygoing. We were quiet for a while before my curiosity got the better of me. 

"But why? I mean, why didn't you say something if it bothered you?" 

"What was I going to say? You're my brother and there's nothing I can do about that," she said so softly, I had to strain to hear her. "One of these days you'll find some girl and get married and I'll lose you... I just have to accept that."

"I'm nineteen, Rach; I'm not getting married right now."

"I know, but ..." she said helplessly then she changed the topic, "... oh, what's the point! Just forget it! Can't you ask Kyla to the Prom? Please Luke?" 

Me? Ask Kyla? Wow! That came out of left field! I've always liked Kyla and would be lying if I said I hadn't thought of boning her. She was the same age as Rachael and the three of us had literally grown up together, all the way from kindergarten, and, we got on really well. But asking her out on a date and that too on Prom night? That was a bit radical. However, there were some perks. I could keep an eye on Rachael and make sure nothing crazy happens. It was the night where 99% of the boys would be trying to get laid and 80% of the girls would be trying to hang on to their virginity! Any way you sliced it, the math didn't work – roofies and booze notwithstanding. I was going to try and help Rachael and Kyla keep their knickers on! 

"I'll ask her but it'll have to be the four of us ... I'd feel really weird otherwise," I said. 

"You'd really do that, Luke? Really? I could ... never mind ... you're a real lifesaver! I'll call Kyla," she said, perking up considerably. 

"I'd better call her, don't you think?" I asked facetiously. 

"Yes, of course ... what was I thinking? I'll let James know. Call me back after you speak to her, okay?" she was excited. 

"You be sure to tell James to wear something over that monkey-ass of his!" I said unable to resist the parting dig and hung up before she could reply. 

*****

I waited a few minutes trying to figure out why I was doing this. I wasn't really interested in going to their Prom though there was a chance I could get lucky. I had gotten lucky at my Prom so you never know. However, Kyla was a friend, no she was more than a friend, she was like a second sister to me and I wasn't sure I wanted our relationship to change. In any case, I had promised Rachael so I called Kyla and after the usual small talk I got to the point.

"Hey, so who are you going to the Prom with?" I asked playing dumb. 

She hesitated then answered softly, her voice trailing off, "I don't know if I'm going. No one's asked me. Well, it's a long story ..."

I paused before asking her. I wanted her to think this was spontaneous. 

"How would you like to knock them all dead by taking the next Sonny Crockett to the prom?" 

Kyla thought that I looked vaguely like Don Johnson of Miami Vice fame, a dark haired, taller version. I was hoping to get a laugh or some witty retort but no cigar. There was only silence on the other end. 

"Hey, Kyla, are you okay?" I asked when she hadn't said anything. 

"I'm not a charity case, Luke," she said in a somber tone, "Rachael should learn to keep her mouth shut!" 

Okay, so the gig was up.

"She was only trying to help." I answered weakly, "Brian's a creep – I know that firsthand and he doesn't deserve you! Listen, if it's any consolation, I'm not doing anything and I would be flattered if you'd let me take you ... who knows, we may actually have some fun!" 

"You're just being nice," she said softly.

Chicks! Nothing's simple ... they just had to do it; they had to draw you into more chatter. I would have been happy with a simple "yes" or a "no" or even a "mind your own fuckin' business and leave me alone!" 

"Listen, Dumbo, you know me ... I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to no matter what Rachael said! You're gorgeous and the only reason that someone else hasn't asked you is that those punks in your class lack the balls to step up to the plate! Come on ... it'll be a blast! We'll make it a foursome with Rachael and Gorilla Grodd!" I countered. 

She giggled, "Don't let Rachael catch you saying that ... you'll be dead!" 

Okay! Now we were making some progress. 

"We can watch him make the moves on Rachael! Hey, that's worth the price of admission right there! Come on, what do you say, Kyla ... it'll be the Three Vaqueros all over again and of course, the big monkey?"

The nickname for us came from her mother who was from Spain and had grown up on a horse ranch. 

Kyla laughed, "Okay, if you're sure I'm ..." 

I cut her off, "Great. I'll come and get you at 6 ... is that okay?"

"Sure. And Luke, thanks!" she said quickly and hung up. 

*****

Mom and Rachael spent the rest of the week shopping. All I wanted them to do for me was to buy the corsage for Kyla. What I saw were hundreds of dresses come parading in and just as many going out. I had half a mind to yell: "make up your fuckin' mind already!" but eventually, Rachael did pick a dress and though Dad and I wanted her to model it for us, we were told we had to wait. It was a secret only to be revealed on the big day. 

Mom was thrilled that I was taking Kyla and wanted me to rent a tux but that was out of the question – once was enough. I was wearing a jacket and that's as far as I was willing to go. I was going to leave it to James to put on the monkey suit.

On the evening of Prom night, I was in the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, shaving and getting ready when I heard Rachael calling. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 01



"Luke! Luke, can you help ....please?" she yelled across the narrow hallway that separated our rooms, "Luke!" 

I rinsed the foam off my face and sauntered across to her room to see what the frigging emergency was all about. Her door was ajar so I peeked in before entering. Rachael was standing in front of the mirror with the dress on or should I say half on. It was a black, strapless number that clung to her body like a second skin. The back was open all the way down to her coccyx. 

"Wow, sis, you look ..." I paused, hands akimbo, at a loss for words, "... damn, girl, you look absolutely stunning!" 

And I wasn't lying. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, the color of the dress contrasting with her thick, flaxen hair and those big, blue eyes. She had just the right amount of makeup on and I could see her smile in the mirror, happy with the reaction she had elicited. All that was missing now was a friggin' halo around her head. 

"I bet you say that to all the wabbits!" she replied imitating the famous Warner Brothers character. 

"No ... no, Rach, you are really beautiful!" I reiterated remaining serious. 

"Why, thank you, kind sir and if I may be so bold as to say: you don't look too bad yourself!" she said tongue in cheek and giggled and went back to imitating Bugs Bunny, "Lose the towel, Doc, and it would be poifect!" 

I know she's my sister and I may be a tad biased, but Rachael had to be one of the prettiest girls in our town. However, unlike most of the girls her age, she seemed disinterested in her appearance. She rarely wore any lipstick or makeup and went out of her way to down-play her physical attributes. I had gotten used to seeing her lazing around in baggy tee shirts and frumpy-looking trousers. But even the most unflattering haberdashery couldn't hide the changes that had taken place over the last year – the fleshy fullness and sweet, seductive curves that had replaced the skinny legs and flat body of a tomboy. 

It was at the local Y when the evidence of her metamorphosis finally struck home. The tribe of troglodytes (my buddies) and I were at the swimming pool when Rachael walked by. No sooner had she settled into one of the lounge chairs than I sensed a shift in the mood. The horseplay and lewd, moronic banter had ceased and I was now surrounded by a bunch of dumbstruck Neanderthals. Believe me, if you knew these clowns you'd know that the only time this happens is when they are checking out a babe or sizing up a prime rib! It was as if they had just seen Bo Derek waving a giant steak at them and she was stark, fuckin' naked! If you don't know who Bo Derek is, Google the movie 10 ... you'll know exactly what I mean! 

I could see them undressing Rachael with their eyes. 

"Wow, dude! Your sister's changed!" one of the primates managed to croak. 

"You had better watch yourself, Dave!" I threatened, "Stop staring and close you fuckin' mouth! That's my sister, you little prick!" 

"Yeah, asshole!" one of the others chimed in. 

"I'm just saying ... come on, guys, give me a break, she's fuckin' beautiful!" he stuttered and looked around hoping for some support only to be met by indecipherable mutters and grunts. 

Some of the guys rolled their eyes and others just looked away. It was an unwritten rule – your friend's sisters were off limits. But I had to admit that she had changed. I'm not sure why I felt badly that my friends were attracted to her but I distinctly remember the feeling. It was the beginning of our "innocence lost". I could never think of her in the same way again. She had ceased to be my kid sister, the annoying little brat who had, at times, made a nuisance of herself, and had become this thing ... this mysterious, alluring being. She had become a woman. I wondered if all brothers go through this or if it was just me. 

From that day onwards, I looked at her differently. There was something very sensual about Rachael and I wasn't immune to it. As her brother I thought I should be but I wasn't and that in itself was confusing. But what really bothered me was the shift in the power structure – until then, as the older sibling, I held control but I sensed it slipping away and there was nothing I could do about it. In some quirky, unfathomable way she was now the puppeteer manipulating the strings of our relationship without even knowing it. 

"Zip me up," she asked breaking into my reverie. 

I stood looking down the yawning V of the dress teased by the glimpse of her black, satin panties and the sensual curve of her ass. I fumbled with the buttons at the bottom, the ones below the zipper, and while pulling the dress together, my fingers brushed against the bare skin. It felt warm and soft and firm and when I made contact with her panties it sent shivers racing down my spine. I wondered if she could sense my excitement. 

She moved a little, adjusting her stance trying to make it easier for me. She seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on me as my cock lurched and pushed outwards against the towel. I was eighteen and it really didn't take much to make the little monster raise its angry head. I kept telling myself: 'Hey, she's your sister! Stop that!' but to no avail, 'it' was determined to reach out and touch her! 

"Stand still," I mumbled, my voice sounding surprisingly distant and hoarse. 

I saw her looking at me in the mirror. 

"Are you okay?" she seemed bewildered by my sudden lack of coordination.

"I'm fine! Just stop moving ... shit! This is tight," I muttered as I pulled harder trying to line up the button with the button-hole.

"Do you want me to bend over?" she asked noticing me struggle then added, "It might make it easier." 

And before I could reply she leaned forward gripping the sides of the dresser and in doing so, thrust her ass right into me. 

What happened next surprised the both of us. We froze. It was a combination of Murphy's Law and the Perfect Storm. Her actions had inadvertently brushed the towel aside and by sheer happenstance, my cock bounced free and nestled in between the shrouded cleft of her ass. 

This was awkward. We stood still and then I heard her stifle a groan. 

"Ohhh ..."

I studied her reflection in the mirror to gauge her expression, my heart pounding with both excitement and trepidation. There was no way she could have missed what had just happened. I mean, she had to feel my boner wedged in her ass! Would she ignore it or would she think that I was disgusting? What the fuck was going on in her head?

It was hard to tell; her hair cascaded around her shielding most of her face but I could see that she had her eyes closed. Her breathing had definitely quickened but the arcane expression hadn't changed. 

I, on the other hand, was lost, gone, devoid of any higher thought. I was driven solely by the urges of my body and had pushed my hands inside her dress grabbing her hips pulling her backwards into me. She offered no resistance, allowing me to manipulate her and in a gesture that can only be construed as quiet submission, she lowered herself further leaning her elbows on the dresser top so that her body was almost parallel to the ground. 

This was incredible! Here I was with my cock sticking into my sister's ass and she seemed okay with it. It was now or never. If I was going to do anything at all it would have to be now. So without waiting I reached up under her dress and placed my hand over the gentle swell of her right breast all the while watching her face in the mirror to gauge her reaction. I was certain that at any moment she would come to her senses and recoil in horror or for that matter turn around and attack me. But she did nothing; she remained crouched over, unmoving. With the fear of retribution gone and encouraged by her quiescence, I began my assault on her body. 

Her skin was like that of a baby's – so smooth and soft and warm. It was amazing. I began to squeeze and knead her breast and could feel her nipple turning hard and pointed. I kept pinching and pulling on it gently, fondling her without discretion. Her breathing was shallow and ragged interspersed with soft whimpers and I wondered what was going on in her head. Was she really enjoying this or was she just too surprised to do anything? Well, it didn't matter, I was too far gone. I kept squeezing and petting and fondling her, alternating between her breasts while using my left hand to hold her against me. 

My cock lay pressed against her round, callipygian behind as I continued to manipulate those soft, spongy mounds of flesh and I had begun thrusting against her simulating the back and forth of a fucking motion. My brain was now in a total fog. The frottage of our bodies was so intensely thrilling that my dick felt like a steel rod, harder than it had ever been before. But as pleasurable as it was, I knew we had to hurry; we didn't have a lot of time and I needed to maximize my advantage; take this to the next level so to speak. If I could only fuck her before we went to the prom it would be perfect!

I moved my hand down her body, along the slope of her lower abdomen and could feel the firm, flat muscles tapering into the valley of her pubis. I ran my fingers down over the front of her panties and began rubbing along the length of her slit. I could feel her tremble and when I found the little pea-shaped nub perched at the summit of her cunt, she let out a soft, distinctive moan - it was more like a cry. But her dress was so tight that I was having a hard time maneuvering my hand to gain full access to her. 

"Wait!" She gasped, "Wait, I'll ..." and did something to her dress, tugging at it and wiggling her hips. 

I felt it loosen and quickly plunged my hand down, into her panties. The feeling of Rachael's skin against my palm and the silky caress of the satin pressing against the back of my hand were beyond what words could express. It was a combination of the newness of her and the fact that she was my sister that honed the experience to an intense, red-heat. Her skin was warm and smooth and I could feel the muscles quivering under it. Her downy patch of hair was soft and sparse and she was wet, very wet. I ran my fingers along her slit and felt her spreading her legs to allow me better access to her pussy. Her lips were swollen and puffy and when I pressed my fingertips against her clit, she groaned loudly. This was unbelievable! My sister was allowing me to explore her most intimate and forbidden of places! That in itself was a head-trip. 

The other aspect of this encounter that buzzed in the back of my mind was just how acutely aware I had become of her. My nostrils were filled with the heady aroma of her smell, a spicy fragrance mingled with her perfume, subtle hints of jasmine and rose, that had me wanting more. My ears were ringing with the sound of her labored breathing and I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts straining against the tenuous embrace of the fabric. 

I wet my lips in anticipation. I had to taste her. It was a primal, atavistic drive that had me wanting to suck on her cunt and drown in the nectar that was flowing from her. I kissed the curve of her neck, trailing my tongue down to the small birthmark on her shoulder and thrilled in the flavor of her. I felt her tremble and wanted more – I wanted to possess all of her. I was totally lost in this crazy 'Rachael in fuckin' Wonderland' world!

I kept thrusting involuntarily and felt her brace herself pressing back at me. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before; the silky softness of her dress, soaked and slippery with my precum was augmented by the fact that I had my finger buried inside her ... the thought buzzed absurdly in my mind; I was diddling Rachael's pussy; finger fucking my sister! It was driving me insane. 

Then somewhere through the somatic fog which had isolated us, I heard sounds of footsteps coming up the stairway. Sounds that got closer and louder by the second. 

"Rachael, are you ready, honey?"

It was Mom! The diesel roar of her approach crashed through our miasmic passion startling us into reparative action. 

"Oh shit ...!" I gasped and jumped back, reaching for the towel that had made its way to the floor. 

And as I was wrapping it around me, Rachael straightened up and turned around. The front of her dress was hanging down exposing her breasts to the nipple while the middle was bunched up around her thighs. She stood there looking at me for a moment, her eyes locked onto mine with her lips slightly parted. What a sight she was - even though we hadn't really fucked, her face had that 'just fucked look'! Then waiting until the very last second, her timing impeccable, she turned and hurried into the adjoining bathroom. The last thing I noticed was the shadow of the stain glistening darkly across the center of her butt. 

I had just enough time to sit on the bed and grab a magazine when Mom came in. I was hoping that she wouldn't notice the musky odor that seemed to have permeated the room and that was so obvious to me. 

"Why aren't you dressed?" She asked, then looked around, "Where's Rachael?"

Was I imagining it or was there an accusatory tone underlying her questions? It must have been an adjunct to a twisted, mangrove, conscience. 

"She's in the bathroom. She wanted me to help her zip up!" I answered trying to act as nonchalant as possible. 

She must have suspected something. She assessed the room with the quick, precision typical of parental scrutiny and then studied me for a moment, "I'll help her. You should go and get ready ... James will be here any minute." 

I tossed the magazine down and stood up, "Don't worry, Ma, I'll be ready in no time ... knowing Rach, she'll keep Gorilla Grodd waiting for an hour!"

And as I walked out I heard her say, "Be nice to him, Luke, and wear something nice, we'll be taking pictures!" 

Photographs! Again! I hated them. Don't ask me why but I always ended up looking like a wooden Indian unlike Rachael and Mom. They were fuckin' photogenic to the max. But, what was really worrisome was the telltale stain of my precum on her dress. How was she going to explain that to Mom? But that was for later. Right now I needed to jerk off before my sperm sack exploded causing internal hemorrhaging! 

*****

The evening was weird at best. From the moment we picked Kyla up things took on a surrealistic tone. Mom had bought a beautiful wrist corsage of pink roses and lace for Kyla that had matched her dress perfectly and that's when things began to unravel. After I had tied the flowers to her wrist and she had pinned the boutonnière, a pretty white rose, on my lapel, she tiptoed up and kissed me on the lips! I mean kissed me, not a peck but an 'open mouth, all out, tongue wrestling' kiss! She had never done anything like that before and I could see the astonishment on Rachael's face while I struggled to untangle her tongue from my mouth. 

I heard them whispering and then Kyla laughed and said, "I've always wanted to do that!" 

I could tell, right away, that Rachael wasn't happy – not one bit. She glared at me and I gave her a helpless shrug like 'what was I supposed to do?' 

It only got worse when we got to the Prom. Kyla was certainly in a different mood. One moment she was all over me and acting silly and then she'd flit off to flirt with some other blokes or chat with her friends. Rachael just got quieter as the evening wore on. Not that she was ever the life of the party but I knew her well enough to know that she was in a funk.

James was the only one who was acting normal – which wasn't good. Each time the Grodd made an obscure advance Rachael would squirm and give Kyla and me the 'evil' eye. Granted, it was juvenile but we couldn't help but laugh. He was totally inept when it came to girls but I knew that it was the earlier incident in her room that was messing with Rachael's mood. It had to be. It was messing with mine. 

Through the entire evening, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what had transpired between us. The feel of her breasts, her silky, soft skin, her ass; the sounds of her breathing ... my cock would twitch in my trousers each time the thought crossed my mind. I was constantly searching her out and would catch her looking at me when she thought I wasn't aware of her. 

At one point Kyla looked at us and asked, "Did you guys have a fight or something? What's going on, Rach?" 

It was the 'or something' ... definitely the 'or something'! I was curious to hear what my sister had to say. 

"Nothing's going on! What's wrong with you? You've been acting strange all evening," Rachael retorted.

"Strange?" Kyla was incredulous, cocking her head like a parrot, "Strange?" she asked again. 

"Is there an echo?" Rachael said sarcastically but Kyla ignored the remark.

"Nothing's wrong with me, girl! I'm having fun!" Kyla added and grabbed a hold of my arm leading me towards the dance floor and flung back a parting dig, "You should give it a try!" 

And with that I followed her tight little butt onto the dance floor. Rachael was fit to be tied but she sat there quietly, grinding her teeth and glaring at us. 

I kept wondering whether Rachael regretted the incident and was having second thoughts or whether she had she wanted it to progress and was jealous that Kyla was all over me. Her expression was an inscrutable mask of indifference at one moment and then cut fierce with anger the next; most of it directed at Kyla. 

Brian was there with Mary who looked dazzling in a way a high priced hooker does. She was a pretty little thing with boobs the size of Arkansas Watermelons and a sultry face that provoked lewd and lascivious thoughts. When Brian saw Kyla and Rachael he came over dragging the little doll with him. 

"Hi Rachael, you look hot!" He drawled looking her over then added as an afterthought, "You too, Kyla." 

He didn't bother to introduce his date, "We're going over to Jason's party ... do you want to come?" 

Jason was another jock; rich, arrogant and stupid. His parties were notorious – drugs, sex and rock 'n roll rife with rumors of gangbangs, initiation rituals, orgies and such. 

But before they could reply, I stepped in and said, "Mary, Mary, Mary ... when will you ever learn? What are you doing with this clown anyway? You could do better, Mary!" 

He hadn't noticed me sitting behind them and couldn't control the surprise on his face. He turned red with anger, the veins popping in his neck, but knew better than to try anything so instead he grabbed little Miss Bo Peep and stormed away. The only thing I noticed was her tits, the way they jiggled ... like extra firm jello! That girl had a pair of knockers that would make the Kardashian sisters look like anorexics on a low glycemic diet. 

Kyla laughed, "Brian, come on, don't be like that! He was kidding!"

She elbowed my ribs playfully, "Stop staring! You were kidding, weren't you?" 

"No, I wasn't! I'd like to kick his sorry ass if he'd give me the chance! Damn, that gal was stacked! Have you ever seen tits that ...?"

"You're just too much! Don't you guys think of anything else?" she interjected not allowing me to finish. 

"Yeah we do. We think of ..." I retorted but she cut me off again. 

"Never mind. Let's dance." 

We danced and laughed and drew great pleasure in watching Rachael fight off the Grodd taking bets as to exactly when he was going to get slapped. And, Kyla won. Just after the band took a break, James tried to cop a feel and got wacked for his efforts and I do mean whacked! A resounding slap that spun his head sideways! She glared at him and stormed off in the direction of the ladies room.

"I don't know what's wrong with her!" he lamented and sat down next to me rubbing his cheek watching Kyla as she chased after her. 

"Give her time, big guy, don't rush her." 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 01



"She won't let me touch her, Luke, I'm in love with her and ..."

I cut him off! Dear Abby I'm not. 

"Hey, amigo, I'm her brother! Don't tell me what you do with my sister ... I don't want to go there, you understand? That's too much fuckin' information!" 

"Sorry ... I didn't mean ..." he stuttered and had this look, you know, like the one little puppies get. 

I actually felt for the bloke.

"Let's forget it, okay ... let's just have some fun!" I replied and wandered off to get a drink. 

Later, Kyla plopped herself on my lap. She had been doing shots of tequila diluted with Mountain Dew. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to fuck me, Luke?" 

"What?" I was shocked but does a dog want a bone?

"I want you to be the one. I want you to take my cherry!" she affirmed, her words slurring slightly, "I've never been with anyone, Luke." 

As much as I wanted to get into her panties – I mean the girl was hot – I wasn't going to take advantage of her. 

"You're drunk, Kyla, and you'll regret this tomorrow. I don't want you hating me for this!" I replied not feeling half as convinced as I sounded and, as if to prove the point, the little monster reacted, hardening against her ass. Hey, I warned you – it didn't take much!

"Mmmm ... that feels nice. Come on! Let's go somewhere quiet ... please? I want this to be special and not a quickie with some jerk I don't care for sweating over me getting his rocks off! I don't want that to be my first." She said wiggling her butt against my cock, "I want it to be you, Luke. What do you say, vaquero? "

She sucked my earlobe into her mouth and tickled it with her tongue. 

"What about Brian? I thought you had a thing for him?" I asked and felt like an idiot as soon as the words were out of my mouth. 

What the fuck was I doing? I was talking myself out of this opportunity to nail this beautiful girl. 

"I never liked him! I was flattered that he was paying attention to me ... that's all it was, Luke, I promise!" 

I couldn't understand this. I had Kyla asking me to fuck her which under normal circumstances would have had us in a motel room in a New York minute. But things weren't normal – not after what had happened between Rachael and me. 

"What about them? What about Rachael and James?" I asked, clinging at straws. 

"Screw James!" She hissed and laughed at her double entendre then added, "Not literally!" 

She giggled and wiggled some more and then kissed me gently before continuing, "I think Rachael wants you to fuck her too!" 

Almost instantly, I felt my cheeks sting with the grimy prickle of guilt but I made a quick recovery, "Now I know you're drunk!" 

"It's so obvious, Luke, she's has a thing for you!" she retorted and sat up. 

"You're nuts! She's my sister!" I defended, faking shock, but my Benedict Arnold cock lurched rebelliously, bouncing against her ass. 

For some reason the fact that Kyla acknowledged this was intensely erotic to me. 

"Really? I'm nuts? Your sister wants to fuck you and I'm the crazy one!" 

"What are you saying? Come on, let's get you sobered up!" 

"Don't you ever wonder why she picked James? Huh? Don't you?" She asked sitting up, "She could have just about anybody but she picks this dork!" She looked straight into my eyes, paused and then answered her own question, "It's because he's safe! He doesn't threaten the fantasy of you!" 

She grabbed my face holding it in her hands and stared into my eyes, "Listen, Luke, I may be just a little tipsy but that was so I would have the courage to ask you to do me. Rachael is my best friend and girls talk and confide stuff in each other ... things that would blow your mind! So-o-o, about me being crazy, let's not go there! Now what do you say? Do you want to fuck me or not?" 

I was dumbfounded and sat there with her nestled on my lap. My mind was spinning with the possibilities. I knew I wanted to fuck her but I wanted to fuck my little sister even more! Could I manage a ménage à trois? That would be something. I held her tightly calculating the odds and trying to figure out what my next step should be when I saw Rachael and James coming towards us. 

My sister gave us a disapproving look and then said, "It's late. Let's go home ... I'm not feeling well." 

"I told you not to do that stuff," James exclaimed in his usual avuncular tone, "she's been doing tequila shots with those idiots in the corner!" 

"Let's get a hotel room ... you can do tequila shots off my belly!" Kyla interjected trying to remain lively. 

James looked at her, "Wow! Really?" 

He looked at me hoping I would go along with Kyla. The prospect of licking the sweat off Kyla's stomach and throwing back shots of tequila seemed to appeal to him. He had been striking out and this would give him another opportunity to do something ... anything and maybe even make Rachael jealous. 

I was still harboring the possibility of a ménage a trois and wondering how we could lose the Grodd when Rachael settled the issue. 

"You get a room if you want. I'm going home!" she said with finality that killed any debate at all then added, "Take me home ... James!" 

The way she said that sounded so oddly funny that I had to laugh but I was the only one who found any humor in it. James shrugged and followed her as we trudged out towards the parking lot. 

"What a party pooper!" was Kyla's weak rejoinder. 

*****

When we got to Kyla's place she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Come on, we can sneak into my room. Mom and Dad are asleep ... James can take Rachael home." 

I didn't say anything but walked her to the door and gave her a quick peck on the cheek then stepping back I said, "Get some sleep and if you feel the same way tomorrow, give me a call."

Despite the shadows cavorting across the porch, I could see the disappointment in her face. I felt terrible. 

"No. Not tomorrow. This is your last chance, Luke, don't blow it," she said clinging tightly to me, "I am offering you something special and once we do it, I can never give it anyone else! No matter whatever else happens, you will always be my first!" 

I pushed her back as gently as I could, "No, not like this, Kyla, I'm not doing it like this." And then I walked away. 

"You're such a loser, Luke Meacham! Yeah, go on, run to your little sister ... you're both sick! You hear? Sick, sick, sick!" 

There is truth to the adage about a woman scorned. Man, was she pissed! I heard the door slam and felt a pang of regret. What the heck was I doing? Her words kept ringing in my ears – sick, sick, sick ... SICK!

I hurried back to the car and was glad that the driveway was a long one. The last thing I wanted was for James and Rachael to hear that last outburst. How much did Rachael really confide in her? Did she really tell her that she wanted to fuck me? That might explain what had happened earlier. But, what was the context? You don't just come out and tell your best friend that you had a thing for your brother? I felt my cock begin to stir as thoughts of the incident with my sister filled my mind again. 

We lived just a few houses down the street and drove the rest of the way in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Rachael was staring out the window so I could only discern a partial profile from the rear. Her face was set and unsmiling and wondered again what she might be thinking. I knew what James was thinking and there was a part of me that was actually feeling sorry for him. I doubt that anything would ever happen between Rachael and him and wished there was a way I could break that to him. He was wasting his time and would be better off trying to win over someone else.

James eased up to our garage and as Rachael was about to get out, he grabbed her arm, "Stay for a moment, Rachael, I need to talk to you."

She wrestled her arm free and said, "Not tonight, James, I'm really not in the mood." 

"You're never in the mood ..." he grumbled pouting like a child. 

If looks could kill he'd be pushing up daisies. She glared at him, took a few steps and stumbled awkwardly, grabbing a hold of my arm to steady herself and then leaned into me. 

"Hey! Easy girl, easy ... I've got you." I said, holding her to me. I waved back at the Grodd, "She'll call you tomorrow. Thanks for the ride." 

I heard him muttering under his breath as he backed out of the driveway. 

We watched the taillights disappear and then walked up the stairs with Rachael hanging on to me, her arms wrapped around my waist. I had to half carry her and it wasn't easy; Rachael's a big girl but we finally made it without waking Mom and Dad. 

"I think he was expecting a kiss ... or something," I said but she didn't reply. 

When we got to her room she leaned against the doorway and asked, "What did Kyla say to you, Luke?"

I could smell the tequila on her breath along with the scent of her and it was turning me on.

"Nothing! She said nothing, really ... she was drunk," I lied. 

"You're lying, Luke Meacham, I can tell ..." she stopped, waved her index finger at me and shook her head. Her words were still a bit slurred. 

Here we go again. Luke Meacham? What the fuck was with that anyway? 

"She's had a thing for you," she continued, "I knew that! But I know she told you some other stuff; secrets that she's sworn to keep. I just know it!" 

"She didn't say anything. You're drunk too! How many shots did you do?"

"Too many!" 

"What's gotten into you, Rach?" 

"Funny you should ask," she slurred. "You see, doc, I have this problem ..." 

She stopped, her eyes glazed over and she took an unsteady step towards me and then fell into my arms. 

"I guess I need some help, bro ... I feel horrible!" she whispered. 

I helped her to the side of the bed and eased her down in a sitting position before laying her back onto the pillow with her feet dangling off the edge. I took off her high-heels and when I grabbed her ankles to pull her onto the bed, the front of her dress fell away at the side-slit exposing her thigh midway to her hip. God, she was beautiful. She had closed her eyes and was either asleep or in the process of passing out. She looked so innocent and angelic that I sat by her and stroked her hair hating myself for thinking of fucking her. I had to stop this. This was my baby sister and I needed to control myself before it got out of hand. 

After a while, tormented by the phantoms of guilt, I managed to overcome the destitute longings of my body. I dimmed the lights and went back to my room fighting the tortured need for her while being governed by the compulsion to adhere to some societal norm that dictated the nature of sibling relationships, that they must be platonic. It was an antiquated, pseudo-sacrosanct precept that had somehow made an impression on me. 

I kept debating whether I should go back and get her out of her dress or just jerk off in the shower and sleep this off. I even considered jerking off on her but shook the notion as soon as it cropped up. I mean, it is her special dress and it would be a shame to have it ruined with semen stains! I argued the pros and the cons as I changed and by the time I had finished with the shower, I had jerked off and the edge to my passion was gone. My conscience had doused the smoldering embers of my desire. 

I was relieved that I hadn't done something I might have regretted and fell into a restless slumber with thoughts of Kyla and Rachael still waltzing in my head. Sick, sick, sick ...

*****

A few hours later, I felt her presence even before she touched me. It was a premonition more than an actual sensation; a prescience that resides somewhere between sleep and reality.

"Luke ... are you awake? Luke ..." She whispered, shaking me by my shoulder. 

"What ... what's the matter, Rach?" I asked blinking the sleep from my eyes and propping myself up. 

I could see the hazy silhouette of her face, her eyes staring at me, glistening translucently in the darkness. 

"I can't sleep. Help me get this off," she said and turned her back to me. 

I sat up on the side of the bed with her standing between my knees facing away. It should have proved to be more of a challenge considering that I couldn't get it zipped during the day but by the inexplicable vagaries of chance, and despite the hypnagogic stupor, I managed to get the zipper and buttons undone almost effortlessly. 

In the tawny under-glow of the nightlight I watched as she pushed the dress down, shimmying and wiggling her hips, until the dress slid to the floor. Her body gleamed auriferous, naked but for the dark outline of her tiny panties, an Aphrodite reincarnated from a different time. 

She kicked the dress aside and slid into bed next to me. 

"Move over," she whispered and got under the covers. 

It had been quite a few years since we shared a bed. The last time was when we were kids and I remembered it well. She had been frightened by the thunder and lightning one night and had crawled in beside me without saying a word. We had slept spooned together and even then, I had loved the feel and smell of her. But that was a long time ago, long before our hormones had changed the nexus of our relationship and before she knew what a hardon was.

The bed groaned with the added weight as she settled in next to me, her body pressing in places against mine while the suffocating balloon of desire crept through me making my cock twitch and jump grazing her thigh through the flimsy material of my pajamas. My sleep addled brain was racing, trying to comprehend the implications of what was happening, when I felt her breath, hot and humid, as her mouth searched for mine. Her arms and legs wrapped gently around me but it was only when her tongue snaked into my mouth that I reacted. The levy of emotions had finally breached, creating a physical tidal wave that crashed down washing away any semblance of filial restraint. 

I turned her over so she was under me and kissed her hard, sucking on her, our tongues wrestling and swirling in quiet desperation. I felt her moan and gasp into my mouth as my hands toyed with her breasts, rolling her nipples between my forefinger and thumb, pulling and pinching and squeezing, thrilling in the spongy fullness of her. Our bodies were entangled in a mess of hands and arms and thighs and feet and legs; skins fused together by the coagulating liquids of our lust. We were seeking pleasure, drawing it from each other; shamelessly and without the preoccupation of guilt. And as we continued to kiss, I could feel my sister's hips pushing into me while her fingers dug into my back. There was an urgency to her that was unlike anything I had ever experienced. 

The wet, sucking of our mouths and the ragged breathing, heavy and interrupted by the cadence of heartbeats created a sensual sonnet that reverberated loudly filling the quietness of the room. I was leaning over her, pushing gently on her hips so that she was lying on her back. I traced the contours of her body, trailing down her sides to the lower slope of her abdomen, maneuvering under the lace covered band and into her panties. She spread her thighs invitingly, welcoming the invading hand that was exploring the triangle of her sex; relentless fingers searching for the kernel of pleasure at the apex of her slit. She had hardened imperceptibly while I pressed my fingertips against it, wiggling them in small circles then stroking the length of her slippery gash. I kissed her again, my tongue gliding along the roof of her mouth, probing the soft, pink sides of her cheeks, so smooth and wet and moistly reminiscent of the tender flesh buried between her thighs. 

She moaned, humping back at the fingers stroking her cunt, her hips gyrating to some primal rhythm emanating from deep inside her. I had worked my way between her legs, tugging at her panties, while she raised her hips to help me slide them off of her. And when I had peeled them off I noticed the dark stain across the narrow bridge of the crotch - it was soaked through with her juices. And then there was that smell again. I was being driven mad with desire by her fragrance ... a musty odor concocted by nature to drive men crazy! There was an aching need that stemmed from the pit of my stomach that was beyond comprehension. A need that couldn't be denied - I just had to have her and it was of no consequence that she was my sister. 

My cock was throbbing, sliding against the soft cotton of my pajamas, leaking and leaving wet, sticky trails on the inside as I pulled them off, throwing them to the side next to her dress. Our clothes lay tangled in a symbolic heap with mine on top of hers. 

I had never seen anything quite as erotic or desirable as Rachael laying on my bed with her legs spread apart, an antipodal look of shy nervousness and wanton desire etched on her face. At that moment she was a slut and an angel, a succulent, wretched whore wanting to be fucked, a goddess of sensual desire so far morphed from the innocent, naïve girl who was my sister that I could hardly recognize her. 

I knelt between her legs and then gently lowered myself onto her, reveling in the complete essence of her. And, as my body covered hers, she squirmed adjusting to the contours and the weight pressing on top of her, transmuting the feelings of warmth and softness that made her feel so incredibly delicate under me. I could feel the tender mounds of her breasts, her nipples, hard and pointy, the pounding of her heart against my chest, her breath, ragged and icy hot against my cheek. I ran my hands down the sides of her body, along her thighs pulling them up towards my waist aware of all the subtle textures of her, so firm and soft and pliable - tactile contradictions that seemed to exist all at once. I felt the velvety tickle of her pubic hair on the underside of my penis and the softness of her inner thighs pressing naked against my hips. I was quickly reaching that point of hyper-sensory perspicuity where every aspect of her was clearly defined and yet separate, merged together in some erotic concoction. 

Rachael was panting in my ear, kissing my cheeks and running her hands up and down my back, caressing me one moment and digging her nails into me the next. And when I looked into her eyes, those simmering pools of lapis, they were filled with excitement and love and expectation ... and though there was a voice in the back of my head telling me to stop, that I was about to ravish my own sister, there was no way to derail what was destined to happen. At that moment I wanted her more than anything I've ever wanted and I knew she wanted this too; it was in her eyes and in the expression on her face - she wanted this in the worst possible way.

I'm not sure what makes a brother and sister desire each other. Could it be just the phase in our lives where the hormonal drive makes us ultra-libidinous? Or was it the convenience of familiarity and proximity? Or, was there something more? But no matter what it was that made us want each other, there was a sliver of atonement for me knowing that she had initiated this encounter; an appeasing of a troubled conscience that allowed me to push back any doubts I may have felt. I was content in the knowledge that this was a mutual seduction. 

I kissed her again, this time, tenderly and without the urgency of our earlier kisses; enjoying the feel of the soft fullness of her lips. Her eyes were closed as she opened her mouth to me kissing me back like I had never been kissed before. I wondered where she had learned to kiss like this, whether it was James or some instinctive response embossed on her female DNA but the sensations of her tongue exploring my mouth were mind-blowing. We were joined in a state of magical bliss, sucking and tasting and sliding our tongues against the others. And then, without breaking the kiss, her hand wormed down between us, guiding my cock into the mouth of her steaming orifice. I felt her searching for her opening, so slickly moist and hot that I felt the wet warmth spreading across the domed head of my cock. Her hips wiggled under me and almost immediately I felt her stretch and the bloated tip slipped into her. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 01



She moaned into my mouth pressing her hips upwards against me. I could feel her fingers digging into my back as we lay still basking in the thrill of penetration, her pussy gulping at my cockhead, squeezing me with her cuntal muscles. I couldn't believe how hot she was; how hot and slippery and tight, or the extraordinary feeling of her vulva sucking me into her. 

I pushed in gently, acutely aware of the smallness of her vaginal passage, and not wanting to hurt her. She felt inordinately tight for a big girl but the slickness of our juices allowed me to slide in, a little bit at a time, until I was halfway into her. I stopped waiting for her to adjust to fleshy hardness tearing at her virginal canal. 

"More ... don't stop, baby, keep going," she whispered her breath scorching against my ear. 

I pushed harder and felt Rachael tense under me as my cock ploughed into her, spreading her open. She let out a muffled cry and then sucked passionately on my tongue. I had deflowered my sister and for reasons I still cannot fathom, I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. I could feel the steely hardness of my cock throbbing inside her and her muscles clamping around me, milking me into the irriguous cauldron of her virginal hole. 

I pulled back out, pausing for a moment, and then plunged in with greater force and felt her opening up, a lotus with petals unfolding, until I was buried all the way to the pubic bone. I was now inside her, completely, with the tip of my penis pulsing at the entrance of her uterus. It felt so incredibly intense that I wanted this feeling to last forever, to never end. She was hot and slippery and so exquisitely tight that I knew we were meant for each other; that our bodies were matched perfectly. The fleshy, turgid rod of my passion was predestined to be buried inside her cunt and this moment had been ordained the day she was born. 

We lay holding each other, whispering sweet-nothings, promising eternal love and exchanging deep, soulful kisses. I could feel my dick twitching inside her belly singularly aware of the tightness of her and the sensation of her cunt as it constricted around me, squeezing my shaft with her velvety, slick muscles and draining me into her. There is no way for me to explain the feelings that were coursing through me, especially this incredible sensation of being totally and completely fused to my sister. We had coalesced without boundary; merging together like threads of wispy smoke, joined at the mouth and at our sex in a perpetual conduit of passion where our bodies felt like one. It was unclear where she began or where I ended leaving only a sweaty, woven synthesis of us. 

Rachael whispered in my ear, "Fuck me ... please, baby, just fuck me!" 

She spread her legs wider; raising her knees to brace for support and began thrusting her hips upwards against me. I could feel her crotch pressing into mine, the hardness of her pubis pushing against my own. She was holding me by my haunches pulling me into her so that my cock sank even deeper into her belly. I growled into her mouth and began fucking her. I started slowly, sawing in and out of her delicate, little hole being as careful as I could so as not to hurt her. 

At first my sister was still, her thighs squeezing thickly against my sides, her arms wrapped around me, moaning in time to my thrusts but gradually I felt a change, I felt her body undulating, her hips moving up and down in a synchronized concert. She was matching me, stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust until our bodies were slapping against each other. And soon we were fucking in earnest with a fervor that was nasty and hot, making animal sex in the middle of my bed. I could feel her pussy juices leaking out from her, running down the crack of her butt, wetting the sheets under us. 

Every stroke sent jolts of pleasure emanating from the ridge of my glans, racing down my shaft through the network of nerves until they synapsed in my brain, flooding me with sexual opiate. I could feel my cum churning at the base of my root, within the depths of my balls as the tingling sensations at my cockhead intensified. I was nearing the edge of the precipice, heading towards the point of no return. I knew that Rachael was experiencing the same incredible things that I was. She was moaning through her nose, sucking my mouth with avid ferocity, bucking her hips under me as hard as I was thrusting into her. I knew that she had already climaxed a few times by the way her body had tensed and quivered to the accompanying urgency of her whimpers and moans. I had felt her cunt pulsing rapidly before going all wet, her pussy juices gushing all over me while her legs trembled and twitched. Her back would arch and she would stiffen, then a few more spastic jerks and her body would go limp. She would lie languidly kissing me while I continued to pound into her. Then slowly she would resuscitate herself, work her way back up pulling me into her, fucking me back again. And now as I drew near to my own orgasm, she was on the threshold of another. 

I felt her body racing towards the pinnacle and heard her whisper into my ear, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me ... fuck your sister ... harder, Luke, harder ... oh, please ... oh God ... what is happening to me?" 

That did it. I tumbled, freefalling in the most intense of orgasms, shooting stringy ropes of my incestuous juices into my baby sister. 

I could feel my cock expand and contract, spitting my sperm deep into her belly and with each pearly spasm, the whispers of my conscience that had hummed in the back of my mind now turned into choleric shouts of alarm: she could get pregnant; you could father your own nephew. What would Mom and Dad say?

But I couldn't pull out of her. I just kept pumping into her long after I had spewed it all and had been sucked dry by her hungry, convulsing cunt. Surprisingly my cock remained hard for a lot longer than I had expected until finally I lay on top of her sweaty and spent. We lay unmoving until my penis softened and eased out of her vagina, freeing itself with a slippery, whispered plop. 

After a while, I rolled off of her, filled with remorse at the sight of my cum glistening in her ravaged hole. I had just deflowered my sister. I had committed incest with her and should have known better. What was even more perplexing to me was how I could have wanted her so much one moment and then want her to be gone the next: gone as far from me as possible. 

"You had better go ..." I said, "Mom might make the rounds ... you know how she is!" 

It was weak and her face reflected the hurt but she didn't argue. It's possible she was feeling the same remorse as I was but I doubt it. She picked up her panties and her dress and walked away leaving me to struggle with the demons that weaved around the bloody stain on my sheets, the symbolic wound signifying that I would forever be her first.

I was riddled by regret and guilt and to some extent, a sense of revulsion, not for her but for what I had done to her. I had shred the forbidden serape and laid bare the rawness of our intimacy, steeped in dogma that had opened my eyes to a new awareness akin to a subliminal realization – it was as though every aspect of our union was now colored in doubt. I felt like I had lost my sister forever. I mean, how could she be a sister to me, after I had just fucked her? 

I lay in bed tossing and turning avoiding the dampness of our indiscretion and wondering how I was going to face her tomorrow. 

*****

Hunlen Falls – back to the present

He watched them through the brush, camouflaged and silent, moving with leopard stealth as he sized up his prey. He kept his eyes on the tall, blond girl at point ignoring the man who was a few steps behind her. He liked her assured stride and the languid ease of her movements. He watched her for a while before transferring his attention to the two women in the rear making mental notes as he studied them. Pretty girls in a row ... just the kind he was looking for. 

Josh Woodard was emotionless. These were intruders on his territory. He had lived off the land, undetected, for years. It had been ten long years since his escape from the madness that was Afghanistan. He had returned filled with disillusionment and antipathy that had boiled deep within him and still remained dormant ready to be ignited. After an intense stint with the reconnaissance team, made-up of the best that the Special Forces had to offer, he never went back. Most of his friends had died there and with them, his sense of duty. He went AWOL and then contrary to his psychological profile, he disappeared. They tried to find him but it was tantamount to chasing the elusive Northern winds that blew down from Canada. He had submerged himself in the hills of the Adirondacks and had slowly made his way into Canada, crossing the border with the animals that held no regard for manmade boundaries. He wandered across the vast expanse, hopping trains and thumbing rides until he had reached his secluded haven in the Rainbow Mountains. 

Like all predators he was opportunistic. He had noticed them while tracking a deer he had shot with his bow. As soon as he saw the women he forgot about the wounded stag. His innate predilection for blondes had him eying Rachael and then Kyla but his analytical mind warned him of the danger; both were big girls who were physically fit and capable of extreme resistance. Susan was smaller, softer and less likely to create problems and made for an easier target. He discounted Andy without a second thought – he knew he could take him out in a heartbeat. He had been tracking them for over a day now and was waiting for the right moment to strike and tonight, after they turned in, he would take the small one. He needed a woman. His mind wandered back to Dora Mayer, that dark, buxom climber he had lured into his cabin ...

*****

"What are you looking at, Rachael?" Susan asked as she poured more coffee into her cup, "That's the second time now ... you're making me nervous." 

"I get this uneasy feeling that we are being watched!" Rachael answered as she continued to scrutinize the outlying bushes and trees.

"I hope it's not a bear." Andy mused, taking a few steps towards where Rachael was standing near the periphery of the small clearing. 

They had set-up camp off of an old unused path that cut into the heavy woods just northwest of Hunlen Falls. They had a campfire going and just finished a cold dinner of protein bars and fruit so as to avoid cooking. The smell of food was the number one reason for bear attacks. 

"I don't think it's a bear. He would have charged us by now if he was hungry. Keep your Bear Repellant spray ready ... just in case," Rachael cautioned. 

"You think it's those creepy guys?" Kyla asked joining her. 

They had passed a group of trekkers earlier in the day and some of the men had made lewd remarks. There was one tall man in particular that Kyla recalled; he had a look in his eyes that was definitely scary. 

Rachael remained quiet trying to pick out the shapes from the shadows buried in the tremulous leaves, telling herself not to let her mind play tricks. She hated those who saw ghosts in everything but at the same time she had to be careful. Luke, Luke, where are you, baby? His voice came back to her: see only what you can identify and don't let your imagination get the better of you. That was easier said than done. 

"Creepy!" Susan said, "Hey, it's like those horror movies where college kids get eaten by those crazy, inbred cannibals living in the hills!" 

"Not funny!" Rachael responded but they all laughed.

"I guess I'm letting things get to me! I wish Luke was here ..." Rachael said softly to Kyla. 

"Maybe it is Luke," Kyla offered, "he does have a sick sense of humor!" 

"No, it's not him. I just have this strange feeling ... damn! I wish he'd hurry up and get here already!" 

"Hey! What does that mean? What about me? I'm a real badass when I want to be!" Andy said with playful affectation, "I'll take care of you girls ... don't you worry!" 

He pulled up the sleeves of his t-shirt and struck a pose like the bodybuilders on Muscle Beach then jumped up and landed in a Karate stance. 

He stood still, eyes focused before moving very slowly in a fake kata. He burst into action throwing kicks and punches in the air screaming "Eeeya ... Hai, Hai, Hai!" 

Then spinning and facing them, he said with a pronounced accent, "You likee thees... me takee good care of you! Chop, chop!"

"Bruce Lee you're not!" Kyla said laughing despite herself.

"Don't listen to them, honey, you can take care of me anytime!" Susan added between peals of laughter.

She went over and tackled him and the two of them fell to the ground and rolled over together.

"You're silly!" she said kissing his cheek. 

Just then there was a rustling in the bushes to their right and everything stopped. Andy and Sue sat up and Kyla took a step towards the noise. 

Rachael used her flashlight to scour the brush and the trees but there was nothing. They stood staring at the bushes trembling in the light breeze.

"Must have been the wind ..." Andy offered. 

"It sounded more like a small animal ... maybe a woodchuck or a squirrel." Kyla said and walked back. 

"Must have been a squirrel," Andy said. "Those damn, pesky, little critters!" 

"Yeah ... must be some animal." Rachael said and turned back towards the campfire. 

Kyla followed her, "Let's get some sleep ... we have a long day tomorrow." 

She turned towards Andy and Sue and added, "Try and keep it down, okay? Unless, of course, you want me to come in there and join you!" 

"Ooooh, that be soooooo nice ... likee me a Shanghai sandwich!" Andy said hugging Susan tightly to him. 

Rachael could hear their playful banter but she couldn't shake the gnawing feeling about the 'thing' in the shadows. It wasn't the breeze and unless that squirrel was 150 pounds it wasn't a rodent either. She felt for her pepper spray finding some comfort in its cold, metallic presence. 

***** 

The Laughing Bear

I would catch up to them, I was sure of that but right now, I needed a hot shower and something to eat – I was starving. 

The large wooden sign on the façade is the first thing that catches your attention when you pull into the driveway. It had a 3D image of a smiling bear hand carved into the wood that literally jumped out at you. Under this, was engraved: "The Smiling Bear Lodge". The rest was painted in old English script - 

A Christian Establishment since 1886

We Believe in Jesus and Prayer

No Shirt, No Shoes – No Service, No exceptions

Owned & Managed by Sarah & Jacob Westbridge

I smiled, appreciating the sentiment, and walked into the lobby. It was small, rectangular room that was meticulously neat and filled with the married aroma of wild flowers. The gray slate floor looked like it had just been scrubbed and behind the wide, teak counter was another sign that promised clean linens, towels and a complimentary breakfast of Eggs and Sourdough Pancakes. Under that was a blackboard with the daily rates for a single room. In the corner across from the counter was a leather sofa, creased and worn with age, and next to it was an antique faience lamp that sat on a mahogany side table. 

On the counter was a brass desk-bell, its dome covered in intricate leaf patterns, and next to it was a plain, glass vase filled with fresh flowers – yellow daffodils and lilacs. I rang the bell and waited. There seemed to be no sign of life so after an appropriate interval, I tapped the button on top twice in quick succession and wandered over to the French window on the adjacent wall. It offered a panoramic view of the mountains, the intense hues of color breaking through the morning's hazy mist. The heavy mineralization caused by years of volcanic activity had created a wide spectrum of colors which explained why the first settlers gave it its name, Rainbow Mountains. It was absolutely beautiful and I could feel the adrenalin and the excitement begin to build in anticipation – this was going to be fun. Three weeks of nothing but the pristine outdoors and ... the possibility of Rachael. I wondered if we could rekindle what had happened so long ago. But no matter what, this was paradise!

I heard the soft patter of feet and turned back to the counter in time to see a small woman with white hair part the curtains and come through the connecting door. Sarah Westbridge must have been in her mid to late-sixties. She straightened her dress and pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. Her mannerisms were quick and purposeful, reminding me of a little bird. 

"I'm sorry ... I was in the kitchen." She said without preamble and then added, "How can I help you?" 

She examined me carefully, taking in the bruises and the grungy appearance, her demeanor turning austere and unfriendly. But I wasn't fazed – I would win her over with the famous Meacham charm. 

"Hi! You should have a room for me – my name's Luke Meacham." I said, flashing a wide smile and hoping to break the ice, "My sister, Rachael, and a few friends had stayed here."

"Oh yes, the pretty, blond girl ..." her face lit up for a second, "she had mentioned that you would be here soon." 

She continued to look me over then observed rather dourly, "You don't look anything like her." 

"Same mother," I joked. 

I had heard this all my life. My sister looked like Dad's side and I looked like Mom's – a lot more Eurasian. My father was Welsh and my mother, part Indian. You couldn't ask for a stranger mix. 

She gave me a humorless glare so I quickly added, "I'm kidding. My grandmother was Iroquois Indian. I was the lucky one; I got the looks!" 

She looked at me ruefully then snorted, "Rubbish!" and then adjudicated with finality, "Your sister got the looks, in fact, she is downright beautiful! The girl should have been a model." 

I couldn't argue the point. The looks in the family belonged to my sister, hands down. Not that I was an Alfred E. Neuman lookalike but I wasn't going to win any beauty contests not with Rachael around. 

I watched her study the screen reading under her breath. 

"They left... umm, let me see here... ah yes, here it is, they left two days ago." She uttered, almost triumphantly, happy to have found what she had been looking for. 

She continued to study the screen, maneuvering the mouse and clicking erratically, muttering to herself. I could feel her frustration building as she went from page to page unable to locate my reservation. 

"Rachael sent me a text message confirming my reservation," I offered, "I don't think there was a confirmation number though." 

"I'm trying to find your reservation, I know it's here somewhere ..." she grumbled with obvious irritation, "I hate these things. The books were so much easier! I'm going to call Ellen." 

She picked up the phone and spoke briefly into it then got up from behind the computer and looked at me, tilting her head so she could see over the top of her reading glasses. The round, silver frames made her look even more like a bird – like Tweety Bird! 

"Whatever happened to you?" she quizzed, taking off her glasses. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean your face ... were you in a fight? We don't look favorably on hooligans!" 

Hooligans? But before I could answer a younger woman, dressed in jeans and a white, crocheted pullover came in. She too was small and petite and except that her dark hair was bobbed short, the resemblance was uncanny - she was obviously the daughter. 

"Hi, I'm Ellen," she said and smiled brightly, showing off small, perfectly even teeth, then turning to the older woman, "I'll take care of it, Ma. You go on in ... they need you in the back." 

"You behave yourself, young man, we don't tolerate fighting here. Do you understand?" She asked sternly. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 01



"Yes, ma'am! No fighting, I promise." I assured her as she disappeared behind the curtains. 

"Is she giving you a hard time? My mom's bark is worse than her bite!" Ellen offered and then asked, "What happened?" 

"Nothing ... nothing really. Some of the boys at the Lucky 8 didn't take too kindly to my being there." 

She made a face and then said, "They get a bit wild on the weekends. Was it Ricky? He gets mean when he drinks. They are really not a bad bunch. We know most of them ..." 

My head was still hurting and I didn't like being ambushed but I wasn't going to argue the point, "I'm sure they are very nice – they just have a strange way of showing it!"

She smiled, giving me a commiserating look, and finished checking me in then handed me a heavy brass key-tag with the room number stamped on it and a set of old fashioned keys. I liked the fact that the keys were the real kind, not the ubiquitous electronic cards that seemed to have taken over the universe. These were in keeping with the ambience of the place and instilled a sense of provincial realness. 

"The larger key, the brass colored one, is for the door and the smaller silver key opens the safe deposit box. Your room is to the right when you go out," she said, pointing to the front door and indicating eastwards, "Breakfast is from 6:30 AM to 10:00 AM. The dining room is on the other side," she turned pointing south and a little behind her, "and we have coffee all day. It's in the kitchen ... you can come in through the back." 

"Thanks." 

I picked up my duffle and backpack and was about to head out when she said, "This is not the best time to be hiking up there ... the bears are out and if you don't know how to deal with them it can be dangerous."

I would have left without saying anything but I liked her and after last night's experience, I could use a friend here. 

I turned and smiled at her, "We were up in Alaska last year ... on Kodiak Island. There were more bears than people! Rachael can take care of herself." 

She gave me a condescending look like I was a bumbling idiot and didn't know what I was up against, "These are grizzlies!" 

"The Kodiak bears are grizzlies' too ... big, nasty fellas!" I retorted, "Listen, I appreciate the warning, Ellen, but trust me, we'll be fine."

"Okay ... it's just that when a tourist gets mauled by a bear, business goes to hell! And we all depend on the tourist trade. A few years ago a girl went missing and we came close to shutting this place down!" 

"Believe me, I understand and we'll be careful." I reassured her, "Did they ever find her, the girl, I mean?" 

"No, there was no sign of her. I remember watching the news every morning, hoping that they would find her. The media covered her like she was a celebrity ... I knew all there was to know about Dora Mayer. She was an experienced climber from England working for some investment group ... a beautiful black girl."

She paused then continued, "The sheriff and the forest rangers wanted to make sure they did everything to find her but when there was no sign of her after a week, the interest died down and then there was no more mention of Dora." 

"That's comforting!" 

"The rangers kept looking ... long after the story was not headline news. I know that Sheriff Morgan still goes up there looking, hoping to find her remains ... to bring closure for her family."

"Wow!" I exclaimed wondering what the family must be going through. 

"That's what I mean ... you really should go with an experienced group or take a guide," she said, her concern obvious in her voice. 

"We'll be careful, Ellen, trust me..." I reiterated and then asked, "Do you know a Daniel Benn?"

She looked up at me and smiled. 

"Everyone knows Danny! He's sort of a legend in these parts and he would be the best person to talk to. Go down a mile or so on the main road," she said, pointing eastwards and sounding relieved, "and you'll see a white building on your left, Benn's Hardware. You can't miss it. Danny could tell you everything you need to know about these mountains – he knows every trail like the back of his hand." 

A legend? Nice. 

"Much obliged!" 

"I'm not sure if Danny is free but taking him along would be a real smart thing," she persisted. 

I smiled and gave her a friendly wave and left. Inexplicably, my headache felt much better so I decided to give the famous Daniel Benn a visit after a hot shower ... I felt grungy like a longshoreman at the end of a long day. 

*****

Benn's Hardware & Goods Store

I stood outside on the gravel driveway and studied the building. Log houses and cabins were an interest of mine and this one was a beauty. It was large structure made from aged Western Red Cedar and must have been somebody's home before it had been converted into a store. The pitched, multi-leveled slate roof and large windows indicated that this was custom built in the early to mid-1900s. The white paint on the main façade was peeling in places but other than that it was well maintained. There was a large, black sign-board with bold, gold lettering announcing its name and just under it was the door with a small Signum bell that rang with rural hospitality whether you were going in or coming out and a brass kick-plate on the bottom that had seen better days. 

I walked in to the tinny clatter of the bell that echoed through the high arching interior. Some of the walls on the inside had been knocked down to provide for racks and shelving but the skylights and high ceilings gave it a light and airy ambience and despite the changes it had managed to cling to its rustic character. There were two other shoppers burrowing through wooden bins filled with Sale items but other than that the place was empty.

"Hello, can I help you?" 

It was a rich, feminine voice and belonged to a large, big-boned woman who was in her early thirties and was almost as tall as me. She had dark, auburn hair and sea green eyes and a plump, pleasant face. She was wearing a loose blouse and country skirt that came halfway down to her calves.  

"Hi," I replied smiling, "I am looking for Daniel Benn ... I was told I could find him here." 

"Danny's in the back ... we're expecting our winter stock. Maybe I can help you? I'm Laura, Danny's sister." 

I fished out the crumpled bill from my pocket and handed it to her and said, "I'm here to square up." 

She studied the piece of paper straightening out the edges when I heard heavy footsteps. 

"Well, well, well ... if it isn't the feisty, little bugger himself!" 

It was a loud, booming voice that reverberated from the back and fit the giant that ambled in after it. He was the second largest man I'd ever seen. I wondered what they were feeding these boys here because this guy was almost as enormous as the Klondike gorilla I had taken on. 

"Do you two know each other?" the woman asked, looking surprised. 

"We've met ... well, sort of. Mr. Meacham here stopped by at the Lucky 8 last night," he turned to me and said, "I took the liberty to check your wallet while you were snoozing." 

"Oh boy!" was all the woman said handing the bill over to her brother then shaking her head and smiling she walked back behind the counter. 

Man, he was big. Even crouched and leaning back he towered over me. His eyes were a brilliant green and his hair was thick and curly, the color of burnished copper, like his sister's but unlike her soft features, his face was chiseled, seemingly cut from stone. There was soft stubble on his chin that hid a scar that ran down from his lip. His shoulders were wide and thick and the black leather belt pulled tightly over a slim, flat waistline. His legs were like redwoods, long and powerful. Images of Paul Bunyan came to mind and I half expected a blue bull to come trampling in. 

"You don't look the worse for wear!" He said nonchalantly, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved into the pockets of his Dickies and a smile playing on his lips. 

"Yeah, sure ... if it wasn't for some rat-faced Cannuck with the balls of a badger I wouldn't have to be here today!" I said still scathing from the cheap-shot. 

"Now, now ... we couldn't have some little ferret from the wrong side of the border take out Big John, could we? I mean, what would people think?" 

"That you fuckers can't fight?" I offered without hesitating. 

He let out a roar, a bellowing laugh that rumbled from his belly, his eyes crinkling up and stuck out his hand, "Daniel Benn! Danny to my friends." 

I shook his hand and felt the strength of a working man. He squeezed, vice like, and I squeezed back. We stood testing our grips like two thirteen-year-olds in a schoolyard. I could feel my knuckles begin to grind. This was silly, fucking juvenile and I had to do something before he crushed my hand. 

"Hey, why don't we just cut the bull and whip it out and see whose is bigger?" I said sarcastically. 

He laughed again, loud and unrepressed. Then slapping me on my shoulder, "That's great! I like you, Luke ... I don't know ya but I like ya! Come on, let's go get some breakfast – your buying. We can call it quits," he crumpled up the bill and tossed it into the garbage bin and continued, "I know this place that serves up the best damn flapjacks!"

He lead the way towards the door then turned, winked and added, "And, the prettiest waitress in all of North America!" 

Something told me that I would be coughing up more for this tab than a dinner at Le Perroquet. 

*****

The camp - Dangerous Shadows

The evening had turned suddenly colder at the fading of twilight. There was a piercing nip to the mountain air that cut through pullovers and coats chilling the body to the bone and forcing the hikers into the sanctuary of their tents. Through the translucent fabric you could see the puppet shadows dancing in distorted sequences while they readied themselves for bed – Andy and Susan in one tent and Kyla and Rachael in the other. 

"There was someone or something out there wasn't there?" Kyla asked snuggled up in the warmth of her sleeping bag, "I know there was. It felt like we were being watched." 

There was just enough room in the tent for the two sleeping bags, the heater, a Coleman's ProCat and the small, solar night lamp that stood in the aisle in between them.

"I'm not sure ... there could've been. It certainly wasn't a bear or a squirrel." Rachael replied hunched over the ProCat adjusting the flame, "Can you feel the heat? I'm going to turn off the fan ... I don't want to drain the batteries." 

"Yeah, that's fine," Kyla replied then added, "If it's those assholes we passed earlier, I've got my knife and the pepper spray so ..." Kyla said softly. 

"You full of piss and vinegar aren't you? Don't worry, it's probably nothing ..." Rachael answered trying to sound reassuring and pulled the blanket around her shifting in the confined tightness of the sleeping bag, trying to get comfortable. 

They were quiet, lying still listening to the night sounds of the wilderness. There was a certain comfort to be found in the chirring resonance of the crickets and cicada that hummed to the plaintive howling of a distant wolf. It was nature's symphony stirred by sudden gusts of wind that shed, in its wake, the heavy rustling of leaves, a sibilant hiss that built to a crescendo before dying down to an eerie silence. Then as if resurrected in protest, an answering bark of a dog joined the crickets in their incessant chirr, chirr, chirring filling the darkness while the rest of night's creatures scavenged the boscage in stealth. 

They heard the dog bark again, a probing, questioning bark, responding to the haunting cries of his half-brother, the wolf. 

"That's Sam ..." Kyla whispered.

Samantha was Kyla's Golden Retriever. She had disappeared a few years ago and despite a sustained and intensive search that had been sweetened by a handsome reward, she had never been found. 

"Do you still miss her?" Rachael asked feeling sorry for her friend. 

"I miss her every day ... every single minute!" 

"I'm sorry, Kyla ... I really am. I miss her too ... she was so beautiful!"

They fell quiet for a while before Rachael asked, "Why don't you get another one ... Luke says a puppy will take your mind off of Sam." 

"I've thought about it but I can't, not yet anyway. I don't want to get a puppy and keep comparing her to Sam." 

They fell quiet again, comfortable with each other and the familiarity bred over their lifetime. 

"Rach? Are you awake?"

"Yes." 

"It's Andy and Sue ... they look an awful lot like each other. They are they related, aren't they?" 

Rachael was quiet. She wasn't sure if she should confide in Kyla. It was very personal and unless she could empathize with them, it was bound to color her perspective and possibly affect the relationship adversely. 

"She's his sister, right?" Kyla persisted. 

"Yes. They are twins." Rachael confirmed reluctantly. 

The ensuing silence was uncomfortably deafening. From the moment Kyla had met the twins she knew there was something unusual about them. She had wanted to pursue this but could never find the right moment. She also knew that something had transpired between Rachael and Luke after their Prom, something that had affected their relationship but that night was strictly off limits. It was an unspoken contract between them that barred them from ever broaching the subject. The condition had been set by Rachael and one that Kyla agreed to honor. It had taken a while to mend the breach and both of them never wanted that to happen again. Kyla, especially, didn't want to lose Rachael. 

"You know that they've been making love every evening, don't you?" Kyla asked. 

"It is easy to judge things you don't or can't empathize with ... I used to do that and it's a trap. Passing judgment is how we demean others; put them down so we can feel better about ourselves." Rachael said as though talking to herself. 

"I want to understand, Rach, I really do," Kyla said whispering across the darkness, "Please talk to me ... please? What happened? I mean, between Luke and ..." 

And then they heard the scream.

*****

The Grease Pit Roadhouse

We were at a small cabin that passed for a restaurant. It was a tiny, one-room affair with only three tables and a counter with just enough room to squeeze in an additional two people. The large, gaping door behind the counter lead to the kitchen which allowed the tantalizing smell of bacon and eggs mixed with fresh coffee to waft in to the main dining room. Every seat was taken with people lined up outside drinking coffee from large stainless steel mugs while waiting to be seated. And there were yet others in the porch eating their breakfasts standing up, using their fingers to roll up the pancakes like burritos, dipping them into their eggs before wolfing them down. They had their coffee mugs balanced precariously on windowsills and railings and every now and then a young girl would come out with a pot of coffee to refill their mugs and chat. It was obvious that they all knew each other. 

When we got in, Danny ducked behind the counter and came back with a plate of giant, twisted crullers and two mugs of coffee. 

"Try this ... and tell me if this ain't the best!" he said biting off half the sugar roll.

We ate the delicious cinnamon flavored donuts, sipping coffee and making small talk. He had seen Rachael and had tried talking to her but she had brushed him off – something he couldn't understand. He was of the opinion that most women were flattered that he would pay attention to them and it was obvious that the man wasn't short on confidence. He also let me know that I had damaged Big John's knee, as if that was some consolation, and the kicks had piqued his interest in martial arts. 

"What are you? A black belt?" he asked. 

"Something like that," I replied. 

"You think it would work on me?" he asked in all seriousness looking straight into my eyes. 

There was an innocence to him that was endearing; the naiveté of a little boy trying to test his limits.

"You wouldn't stand a chance, big man, unless one of your bitches pulled the same shit!" I replied and I meant it. 

"We should give it a tumble, what do you say?" he asked, smiling widely. 

We were back in the schoolyard trying to figure out who was the alpha-dog. 

"Anytime, anywhere ... you call it." I challenged, staring right back at him, my expression turning cold. 

He laughed out loud and slapped my back so hard that I was sure he had dislocated my neck. I could feel the bones in my toes jarring from the impact. 

"You're one tough, little bugger, aren't you?" he espoused. 

Then thankfully we were seated. I don't think I could have handled another slap on the back! What was quickly becoming clear to me was being this bloke's friend was hazardous to your health. 

"Eat up, little man, this is the best there is," Daniel Benn said drenching his pancakes with maple syrup, the dark amber liquid flooding over into his plate. And then he dug in. 

I was in awe. That was the word for it. I watched with a reluctant admiration, something that was normally reserved for extreme feats of strength or skill. There was a primordial aspect to the way he attacked his food, an unrestrained joy that demanded your attention and appreciation. 

Everything he had said about the flapjacks was true – they were the best I had tasted but one plate of three gargantuan pancakes was as much as I could muster. And, he was right about the waitress too. She was a beauty; a dark, dusky gypsy with eyes that bore through you, hair as black as coal and a body that could kill. Her golden-brown skin gleamed with the sheen of perspiration from the heat of the kitchen and the pink dress was cut low and a size too small. Her breasts, which were spectacular, strained rebelliously against the buttons in the front threatening to pop them at the slightest whim. 

"I'm brewing a fresh pot of coffee, Danny," she said placing another plate of pancakes in front of the giant. 

In all, he had eaten six eggs, nine pancakes, two heaps of hash-browns and a cruller. He was on his third mug of coffee when he belched loudly, patted his belly and grinned, "Man, that was good!" 

I had to shake my head, "You could feed a small nation with what you just chowed down, fella!" 

The waitress came back with the pot of coffee and refilled Danny's cup. I waved her off – I couldn't handle more than two cups in the morning. 

"Thanks, Dee," he said and smiled, "hey, what do you think of my little friend here? Huh?"

She looked at me with a steady gaze, carefully scrutinizing me then smiled a brilliant, white smile. 

"Cute! Cuter than those hooligans you hang out with!" she said and then came over and stood next to me, "Not married are you?" she asked me. 

I shook my head and winked at her, "No ma'am, at least not yet! But who knows ... you could change all that!" 

"Oh, you're a sweet talker, Yank ... go on with the two of you! Like peas in a pod!" she said and then noticing me staring at her cleavage she added with a smile, "You're not getting any so get your mind out of the gutter!" 

I couldn't resist. I quoted Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet).

"Is there no pity sitting in the clouds

that sees into the bottom of my grief?"

She smiled, gave me the finger and left. 

Danny laughed and thumped the table. I was just glad that I was too far away for him to do that friendly 'slap on the back' thing. We watched her disappear into the kitchen appreciative of the tight, round butt that wiggled with the studied gait of a man-killer! She knew exactly what she was doing. 

Danny scratched his head and mused, "My, my, my ... who'd have thunk it? Old man Brennan's scrawny little gal would turn into this!" 

And he rolled his eyes looking skyward. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 02



A recap of the story so far; this is for those who don't want to or haven't read the preceding opus: 

My sister Rachael and her friend, Kyla, are trekking the Rainbow Mountains in Bella Coola, BC. Along with them are two of Rachael's college friends, Andrew and Susan. Unbeknownst to them, they are being followed by Josh Woodard, a dangerous wilderness recluse, who has his sights set on one of the women. He has picked Susan as his target. 

Kyla, Rachael and I grew up together and a few years back, on her Prom night, my sister and I had indulged in an incestuous relationship that was both confusing and compelling. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it and am hoping to rekindle those filial affections on this trip. 

I was supposed to have been with them but circumstances, fate, karma or whatever it is has connived against me and I was delayed, reduced to playing catch-up. It was in Bella Coola that I met up with Daniel Benn, a giant of Paul Bunyan proportions, and someone who knows these mountains better than most. 

A few paragraphs from Part I that connects you to the sequel - 

Near Hunlen Falls, on an obscure pathway off the beaten track, Rachael and Kyla share a tent and are talking about Andrew and Susan. 

"Rach? Are you awake?"

"Yes."

"It's Andy and Sue ... they look an awful lot like each other. They are they related, aren't they?"

Rachael was quiet. She wasn't sure if she should confide in Kyla. It was very personal and unless she could empathize with them, it was bound to color her perspective and possibly affect the relationship adversely.

"She's his sister, right?" Kyla persisted.

"Yes. They are twins." Rachael confirmed reluctantly.

The ensuing silence was uncomfortably deafening. From the moment Kyla had met the twins she knew there was something unusual about them. She had wanted to pursue this but could never find the right moment. She also knew that something had transpired between Rachael and Luke after their Prom, something that had affected their relationship but that night was strictly off limits. It was an unspoken contract between them that barred them from ever broaching the subject. The condition had been set by Rachael and one that Kyla agreed to honor. It had taken a while to mend the breach and both of them never wanted that to happen again. Kyla, especially, didn't want to lose Rachael.

"You know that they've been making love every evening, don't you?" Kyla asked.

"It is easy to judge things you don't or can't empathize with ... I used to do that and it's a trap. Passing judgment is how we demean others; put them down so we can feel better about ourselves." Rachael said as though talking to herself.

"I want to understand, Rach, I really do," Kyla said whispering across the darkness, "Please talk to me ... please? What happened? I mean, between Luke and ..."

And then they heard the scream.

Read on ... 



The Abduction 

The scream, a single, strangled cry that lingered within the abbreviated quotient of time was an auricular alarm that shred the silence for a moment before acceding to the stillness of the night. In the distance, the strident yelp of a young jackal badgered the uneasy quietness with its sham. Both women in the adjacent tent reacted immediately and with an efficiency that resembled a military exercise. They unzipped their sleeping bags, wiggled free then undoing the side flaps of the tent, they crawled into the open, alert and ready. It had taken them all of three minutes.

"Shit! Where is it?" Kyla muttered as she fervently felt around for her pocket flashlight.

Rachael was the first one out. She stood balanced on the balls of her feet, her senses honed to a razor's edge, the hair on the nape of her neck prickled and bristling. The 'fight or flight' response had flooded her body with adrenaline. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing had quickened, pupils dilated and attention focused. She held the pepper spray extended in front of her, armed, scanning the trees and the shrubbery, expecting an attack from any flank. Her mind devoid of rationale was panicked and racing, creating monsters in the dark; zombies and ghouls of childhood nightmares that shook and shivered within the sibilant rustling of the leaves.

'Calm, stay calm... slow it down and breathe ...' she told herself taking slow, deliberate breaths.

She could see the other tent bathed in nebulous hieroglyphics, silhouettes teased by the silvery streaks of moonlight filtering through the dense cover of the evergreens and the naked branches of the deciduous Red Alders. The sides of the tent were shredded, ripped open by some unnatural act of violence, the shorn fabric fluttering helplessly in the night's breeze. There was no sign of life from within.

"What the ..." Kyla had started to say when Rachael called out.

"Sue? Andrew?" She paused then called again, a bit more loudly, "Susan? Are you okay?"

Then throwing caution to the wind, she rushed in and was stunned by what she saw.

"Oh, God!" she whispered and stifled a scream, putting away the canister of pepper spray.

It was a mess. There was blood splattered on the sides and around the interior. The large sleeping bag was tangled and twisted in an adventitious ball; the propane heater lay toppled over on its side, its indifferent flame licking precariously at the frayed edges of Susan's woolen tippet. And, lying against the anodized frame of the tent was Andrew Breland's motionless body.

There was a smell of violence in the air. A pronounced odor baptized by the epoch of blood and in its unscrupulous wake was left a sullen emptiness; a frozen cavern with no sign of Susan.

Rachael moved the scarf away before straightening the heater and turning down its flame then leaning over the body she felt for a pulse in his neck.

"Hurry, Kyla ... get in here and help me ... let's get him out! He's still breathing," Rachael hissed.

Moving Andrew out of the tent was not as easy as it initially seemed. Though he wasn't a big man, the confined space and crouched positions had the women at a disadvantage. But they struggled, half-dragging and pulling the comatose body until they finally maneuvered it onto the soft grass outside.

"He's heavy!" Kyla gasped.

They propped up his head using a rolled up blanket for a pillow and examined him thoroughly under the white glare of their flashlights. There was a large gash on the side of Andy's head above the right ear and blood seeping out of a wound, below the liver, on the lower right side of the abdomen. His upper lip was split open and his nose seemed to be broken, the bridge dislocated awkwardly to the left. His breathing was shallow and hoarse, rasping softly in the night air.

'What in heaven's name could have done this and disappeared that quickly? Where was Susan?' Horrific thoughts raced through Rachael's mind as she struggled to keep her composure. 'Oh God! Luke, where are you?'

"One of us needs to look for Susan," Kyla offered softly realizing that every minute lost exponentially increased the probability of never finding her.

"No! That's what he wants ... or whatever it was that did this. It wasn't a bear, that's for sure! No, we stay together," Rachael snapped with finality, "help me clean him up then we can go looking for Sue."

They worked frantically over the unconscious man, washing his face and cleaning the wounds. Rachael used the first-aid kit to bandage his head and abdomen while Kyla wiped away the coagulated blood from under the broken nose. It was obvious that the septum had separated and the nasal bridge was smashed.

"He's left-handed," Kyla said softly.

"What?" Rachael asked, baffled by the non sequitur.

"He's left-handed." Kyla repeated while cleaning Andy's nostrils, "The stab wound, the blow to the head, the way the nose is pushed over ... the man is a southpaw!"

Rachael stopped what she was doing and looked at her, surprised by the deduction, and then checked Andrew again. She was right: the attacker definitely favored his left hand. All the damage was to the right side of Andy's body. She felt the relief washing over her as the logic of Kyla's analysis set in.

"You're right, Kyla, and it had to be a loner ... otherwise they would have attacked us too!" she exclaimed her voice taking on an optimistic tone.

There was an irrational reassurance in knowing that it was just a man and not some terrifying, demonic creature that had crawled out from the epicenter of hell. And in that moment of ameliorated relief, the girls were oblivious to the opprobrious eyes that studied them, barely an arm's length away, camouflaged so totally within the brush that it was impossible to pick him out. They had no idea that their friend's body lay bound and gagged and unconscious so close to them. 

***** 

Predator 

He watched the women with amusement. He was surprised that the man was still alive; he should have made sure but the woman had distracted him. She was a spunky little thing, jumping on his back trying to protect her man. The idea of concern for someone else was foreign to him. His laws were Nature's Laws. He could no sooner fault a lioness for taking a day-old fawn or a wolf for killing a lamb than he could his actions. What he did was not personal but rather, steeped in his own survival. He had never killed for sport or in anger. Well, maybe in anger ... a long time ago, during the war.

Was it even a war or some political gambit by a bunch of greedy Fatcats in Washington who had never so much as held a gun let alone risked their lives? It was these same Congressmen and Senators whose power-hungry schemes placed in jeopardy the lives of the young American men and women without a second thought. Yes, he had killed in anger. He should have gone after these sick fuckin' bastards in Washington but instead he had unleashed his wrath on those who had murdered his buddies; some faceless Taliban motherfuckers with no regard for their own worthless lives. He felt compelled to avenge his friends. How many? There had been too many to recall. Men, women and even children ... he had never meant to harm the children but it was collateral damage and in the end, it was of no consequence. He was the Avenging Angel balancing the karmic equation and exacting his pound of flesh as judge, jury and executioner.

He heard the women speaking, their voices carrying in the stillness. So, her name was Susan – interesting. He had known a Susan in high school. And Kyla ... 'Kyla' what a pretty name, was the tall, lean one. She was beautiful. But it was the leader he was most attracted to. She was just his type ... tall, blond, and full bodied. It would be nice if he could get these two beauties too.

He weighed the risks and quickly concluded that there might just be a way – tricky, but then what was ever gained without risk? A plan began to take shape in the brilliant but twisted mind of Josh Woodard ... 

***** 

The Day after the Prom – flashback 6 years 

The next day was Sunday and when I finally tumbled out of bed, I was sure that I had dreamed the entire 'episode' with Rachael. It was the small, bloody stain on my bed sheet, a confirmation of my sister's sanguinary sacrifice, which hammered home the reality of what had transpired. I had fucked my sister and taken her cherry! It signaled the advent of a new and confusing aspect to our relationship - I loved my sister as a sister but I also wanted to fuck her as a woman.

I closed my eyes and felt my cock twitch as the images of our incestuous union filled my mind. Images of my sister lying under me, her legs spread and wrapped around my hips, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back while she moaned and fucked me back. It had been, by far, the best sex I had ever had. Every detail seemed to have been burned into a secret cache in my mind. A vivid Pandora's Box that was labeled, 'Sex with my sister, Rachael'. I recalled how her body had trembled when I pumped my sperm deep into her tight little cunny ... it was something! I don't think I had ever climaxed for that long or that intensely.

My cock was now painfully erect. The post-coitus revulsion I had felt last night was replaced by a desire that was as strong as ever, if not, stronger than before. I had joined the ranks of the illusionary Lotus Eaters; those disenfranchised souls who were addicted to the petals of the forbidden flower. It was this emotive craving that manifested in an overpowering urge to fuck her again. But when I crossed the hallway to her room, it was empty; there was no sign of her. 

We were so different, not just in appearance but in personality. Her room was as neat as mine was in disarray. Her bed was expertly made-up with the comforter pulled tightly across the mattress without a crease or a wrinkle, the edges dropping evenly over the sides so that they barely touched the floor. The cluster of throw and decorative pillows was neatly organized in cascading sizes at the headboard. Her pink and white, bunny slippers were placed under the bed on a small Indian rug next to the side table. And, on this mahogany end-table was a vase of flowers that filled the room with the fragrance of lavender and rose. 

However, the pièce de résistance was a large poster of Bugs Bunny holding a bottle of booze in one hand and hanging high in the air off of a steep mountain ledge. The caption read: It is happy hour somewhere, Doc! I had given her that poster when she had taken up rock climbing. 

There wasn't a thing out of place: from the pictures on the wall to the frilly, lace curtains, everything oozed of femininity and tidiness. As much as I was disorganized, my sister was compulsively methodical. That is what made her such a good climber.

I saw a note on her bed folded into a tight little square with hand-sketched hearts and smileys all over it. It was lying juxtaposed to a pair of her panties, not the one she had on the previous night but a pink one with a pretty, floral design. I picked it up and pressed it against my face burying my nose into the silky-soft fabric and was immediately filled with her scent, that spicy, cumin-tinged odor that was irresistible. And, mixed in was the imperceptible hint of laundry detergent. The narrow bridge of her crotch was moist and slippery and stained with her juices. This pair wasn't from last night but one she had on recently, possibly this morning - 'Damn! This was hot! My little sister was as horny as I was.'

I opened the note and in the middle of the page in her distinctive, small handwriting was a simple sentence which said it all: It was beautiful. I love you! And next to it was a big, perfectly shaped heart. It wasn't addressed to anyone but I knew that she had meant it for me. The anonymity was an exculpable ploy against the nosy inquisitiveness of my mother. It was a house rule that our parents could search our rooms at any time as a hedge against the prevalent use of drugs at the local schools, a rule that Mom often evoked to go through our dresser drawers. As aggravating as that was, we both knew that she had our best interests at heart and tolerated her fussing. She needn't have been concerned; neither Rachael nor I had any interest in drugs. We had been into sports ever since we were kids and were almost fanatical about our health.

Mom! Shit! I had better check on them. My parents either played golf on Sundays or went to church. Don't ask, I'm haven't figured that one out as yet. It was almost 9:00 AM and in either case they should be gone by now. But I needed to make sure before I jerked off into Rachael's panties.

I shoved the note into my pocket and trudged into the kitchen. This must have been the day for notes – there was one from my mother on the kitchen table: Honey, French toast and eggs in the oven. Save some for Rachael. She's at volleyball practice. She said you had a great time at the Prom. That was nice of you to be there for her. Try and make it to church if you can. Hugs, Mom. 

At the mention of 'church', I felt the pangs of guilt pricking at my blistered conscience. I was suddenly harangued by the dogma of evangelical beliefs, of what was right and wrong, and fucking my sister was certainly deemed as wrong. I tried to think of other things to distract myself but the pertinacious images of Rachael broke down any semblance of resolve I could muster. The memory of our lascivious tryst the previous night was too fresh and just too relentless. I was now conflicted by the urges of the flesh pitted against the sanctity of higher reasoning and purported by the advocacy of a revived conscience.

I opened the oven door and peeked in at the breakfast Mom had cooked – French toast, bacon and scrambled eggs - It looked appetizing but I wasn't really hungry. Maybe a quick workout was the answer.

"Screw it, I'll just go for a run," I said to myself and left. 

*****

When I finally got back I felt rejuvenated and though it was nippy outside, I had managed to work up a pretty good sweat. Rachael's car was parked in the driveway an indication that she was back. I felt my cock lurch lewdly at the thought of the possibilities - so much for a reinvigorated conscience.

After church, my parents typically went for brunch with friends and rarely came home before 1 or 2 in the afternoon. So there was time and what better way to broach the subject than to ask Rachael about the note.

When I opened the front door, I was met by the strains of one of my favorite rock songs, an oldie by the Eagles: Life in the Fast Lane.

"He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude, 

They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude, 

They had one thing in common, they were 

good in bed, 

She'd say, 'Faster, faster. The lights are turnin' red.' 

Life in the fast lane, 

Surely make you lose your mind, 

Mmmmm ... are you with me so far? 

Eager for action and hot for the game, 

The coming attraction, the drop of a name ..."

I listened to sexual innuendos of the lyrics before running up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and headed for the bathroom that Rachael and I shared but she was in it. I could hear the shower running. I stood outside the door debating whether I should surprise her but then decided against it. I wanted this tease to last as long as possible. It had something to do with the thrill of the chase.

I often used my parent's shower so grabbing my towel I walked down the hallway to the Master Bedroom eschewing my usual dip in the hot tub choosing rather to play out Rachael's next chapter as soon as I could. 

*****

I managed to finish showering without jerking of; something that severely tested the limits of my resolve but I had succeeded in saving it all for my sister. I turned the shower off and slid the curtain back and that was when I noticed her. She was standing in her bathrobe resting her butt against the edge of the counter. Her hair was wet and plastered back and her skin had a dewy dampness to it. But amazingly, her eyes that were wide and bright were shamelessly glued to my semi-hard penis.

I felt a satyric thrill shoot through me as my cock twitched and began to harden and I'm not sure what got into me but I began stroking myself stepping into the bathroom and turning to face her. I heard her gasp and saw her eyes widen like saucers. I was certain that at any moment she was going to come to her senses and bolt but I was wrong. It became quickly apparent that she couldn't look away; it was as though she was hypnotized. Her lips parted and I saw the tip of her tongue snake out to wet her bottom lip as I continued to slide my hand back and forth over my shaft, rubbing the bloated dome at the end of each stroke. My cock was now rock hard and pointing up at the ceiling. Then, I saw her move.

She undid the sash around her waist and let her robe drop to the floor and stood there naked with her legs slightly parted. Her expression was an incongruous synthesis of sensual promiscuity mingled with an insecure shyness but she needn't have worried, she was truly a beauty, far more erotically sensual than any airbrushed centerfold I'd seen. She then did something that I'll take to my grave. She reached down and inserted her fingers deep inside her cuntal lips, moving them in and out until finally she touched her clit. She shuddered and closed her eyes letting her fingers settle at the apex of her cunt, wiggling it in small circles as I watched fascinated by my sister's pleasuring of herself. And when she looked up again our eyes met briefly before her attention was drawn back to my cock. We watched each other masturbate, our strokes timed to the moans and groans and the squishy concerto of our fingers working on our sex. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 02



Any vestige of my naïve, little sister was gone. She had become someone else, someone who was more of a sultry whore than a virginal naiad. Even though I could sense the underlying nervousness, her expression screamed of wantonness, of needing to be fucked. This was new for her, this brazen display, but behind the bold exhibitionist was a tentative and insecure girl seeking her older brother's approval. It was obvious in the way she glanced at me before quickly looking away.

She didn't stop or couldn't stop. Her body's response had been programmed by some prurient, voyeuristic drive; a preconditioned female rebuttal to my carnal act of self-indulgence. She leaned back against the counter and spread her thighs even farther apart allowing me to watch her as she feverishly rubbed her clit while her eyes remained glued to my cock. We were both trapped in this licentious burlesque; voyeurs gleaning pleasure from each other; brother from sister and sister from brother. We were lovers now needing to reach the precipice together.

I saw her legs jerk and heard her whimpering and that did it; I threw my head back and groaned as the intense pleasure of orgasm raced through me, my shaft flexed sharply shooting a long, ropey stream of cum across the tiled floor of the bathroom. Caught in the throes of climax and urged on by her moans, I continued to rub the flared, angry ridge of my cockhead succumbing to its will, to the jolts of pleasure racking my body and sent a second wad, arcing high in the air, splattering close to her feet. And then incredibly, I felt the wet, warmth of her mouth wrap around my cock. She was kneeling in front of me, holding my root, sucking me for all she was worth. Her fingers kept milking my shaft while I discharged the remainder of my ejaculate into her hungry mouth. I could feel her swallowing and sucking, sucking and swallowing, drawing out the last of the viscid drops of my passion while I was doubled over her, helplessly, watching her vigorously fingering her cunt.

I could hear her moaning through her nose and around my cock while she continued to suckle me, her fingers still buried inside her pussy. I felt her trembling and through the volitional haze of pleasure I wondered if she was cumming. Could she orgasm by just sucking on my dick? My mind was foggy, clouded by endorphins, the pleasure opiates driving me farther and farther over the edge and into places I had never been to before.

Somehow, wrought by Freudian symbolism, we had managed to end up on our parent's bed. I was going to fuck my sister at the nexus of where we had been conceived, where my father had made love to my mother to create us. And now, we were about to fuck each other in the very same cradle of our creation. It might not sound quite as erotic now but at that moment we were both consumed by that amatory fact.

"Dad and Mom ..." she whispered softly not needing to complete her thought.

"Yes, baby ..." I whispered back, knowing exactly what she meant.

"Oh, God ..." and I felt her shiver.

She was lying with her legs splayed wide, knees raised and with me spread lengthwise in between them sucking on her clit. Her hands held me by the back of my head, pressing my face into the triangle of her sex. Her fingers, entwined in the layers of my hair, were pulling, twisting, caressing, grabbing ... reacting to the sensations pulsing at her core. She was unaware of anything but the soft, wet tongue lapping at the length of her slit, and the fingers pushing in and out of her hole. Her hips bucked and rolled while I pleasured her, drinking the tangy nectar that was literally dripping from her vaginal chalice. My lips, cheeks and chin were covered in her juices but I still couldn't get enough. I was filled with the essence of her and could have spent the rest of my life sucking on her cunt.

"Fuck me, baby, please ... please fuck me now! Fuck your baby sister ..." she whispered pulling me upwards towards her, "I want you in me, now, baby ..."

I felt her reach down between us and guide my cock into her pussy. She moaned into my neck as the mushroomed tip spread her open. I felt her hips pushing upwards trying to skewer herself onto the fleshy lance. She felt hot and wet and slippery but most of all she felt incredibly tight. I held her waist to keep her in place while I pushed down with my hips, sinking deeper and deeper into my sister's tight little cunt, until I had bottomed out and our pubic bones were mashed together.

The words of the song repeated itself in my mind:

"They had one thing in common, they were good in bed, 

She'd say "Faster, faster, the lights are turnin' red ..." 

I couldn't wait to turn her lights green or whatever brilliant colors it was that would explode in her brain at that timeless moment and with that I began to fuck her. This time, I wanted it to last so I went deliberately slow, driving in until I was buried to the hilt, waiting there, thrilling in the sensations of her muscles convulsing and constricting around my shaft. I wasn't sure if she was doing this intentionally or whether it was her body's reflex but it was amazing. It was like being milked by a hot, wet, velvet glove. And, when I felt her relax, I would pull out, almost all the way, before screwing myself down into her again. We kept repeating this for what seemed like an eternity until finally, she couldn't take it.

"Faster, please Luke, go faster ..." she whispered. Somewhere in the blurry clouds of pleasure the line from the song played itself again.

"She'd say "Faster, faster, the lights are turnin' red ..." 

I felt her hips undulating, bucking up at me, trying to speed up the action on the rubbery rod that was plunging in and out of her, ravaging her cunt and creating the friction she longed for.

"You like fucking your brother, don't you? You like to feel my cock in you ... don't you, baby?" I asked aroused to a maddening state by her salacious whisperings.

"Yes, darling brother, yes ... yes, yes ... I'm yours ..." she gasped in time to my thrusts, "I'm yours forever ... I'll do anything you want me to ... anything, baby, just fuck me ... don't stop, don't ever stop ..."

We were swept away by the moment, saying these things to each other; lovers swearing eternal love in the heat of passion. And when we weren't whispering to each other, we kissed with urgency, sucking on each other's tongues, moaning into each other's mouths ... we were both so isolated and so entangled in the eroticism.

The bed was creaking and the music was playing and our bodies were slamming together – the sounds building to a searing crescendo, drumming out everything else but our symphonic sex. It echoed so loudly in our ears that we didn't hear them come in.

"What are you doing? Get off her! Get-off-her ..." It was my mother, her voice shrill and angry. I felt her pushing me off of my sister.

I grabbed a pillow and covered myself and when I looked up, my parents stood there stunned. I could see the blood rushing to my father's face, his jaw grinding and the veins in his neck popping and knew that there was going to be hell to pay. Rachael was his baby girl and I was the man who had just ravished her. 

*****

To Hunlen Falls with the Giant, Daniel Benn 

"So, shorty, tell me about your sister," the big man said as we made our way up the side of a small hill heading up towards Hunlen Falls.

I had to admit that he was a good climber unlike most big men. And Danny was not just a big man, he was enormous, a Paul Bunyan clone. Large men, in general, had problems free-climbing. It was simply a case of bio-physics: lactic acid build-up and gravity. Their arms couldn't keep pulling up their heavy torsos and their thick fingers had a hard time clinging to the tiny crevices and cracks that were essential in scaling a rock face effectively. But so far, he was holding his own and I was impressed. I had picked up the pace, face climbing a large rock to test his stamina, but he had managed to keep up – he was breathing a bit hard but he didn't complain.

He had insisted on joining me with assurances that he knew ways through these mountains that would take hours off my trek and, more importantly, skirt those nasty Grizzlies. But I knew the real reason for his wanting to join me and it had nothing to do with those ursine critters; he was smitten, struck by the lightning bolt that was Rachael. And, though that didn't particularly thrill me, I was beginning to like this Goliath. In many ways he was like an oversized kid. There was a forthrightness and naiveté to Daniel Benn that I confess I found refreshing.

He was also hard to discourage.

"If you don't want me to go with you, I'll just tag along behind you ... it's a free country and I can go where I want!" That was his petulant reasoning.

"Listen, King Kong, it's not that I don't want you to go with me, I don't want to bother you ... I can see that you're a busy man and I really don't need any help," I argued.

"You're not bothering me, shorty, in fact, you're a funny guy. You make me laugh! I am offering to come with you at no cost. You should be thankful!" he snapped and then added, "I'm coming, so get used to it."

And while we jousted back and forth, he would mutter just loud enough for me to hear: "I can't have some little Kung Fu maniac, from way over yonder, come up here and scare the animals ... no siree, I certainly can't!" 

I realized that he wasn't going to take no for an answer and so I acquiesced, "Okay, amigo, it's you and me ... just stop the ranting, okay?"

He gave me a big, wide smile and was about to slap my back when I skirted away, "Oh no you don't ..."

Being slapped by this joker was like being hit by a wrecking ball! 

*****

After we had trekked and climbed for about two hours, we decided to take a break. We sat on rocks under the shade of a large White Spruce and unpacked some sandwiches that his sister had made for us. These were Hoagies stuffed full of roast-beef and ham and was so thick, it would present a challenge to finish ... at least, for me. We ate in silence and washed it down with the sweetest, freshest spring water that we gathered from a narrow brook that trickled down near us. He wasn't kidding when he said he knew these mountains like the back of his hand.

"I keep asking you about your sister and you keep blocking me ... what's up?" he asked, chewing on the last bits of his sandwich, "You have something against me, little man?"

"You mean apart from the fact that you're a big, obdurate Cannuck who can't spell?"

"Obdoo ... what? Speak English, Yank," he said simply.

"Ob-du-rate ... means stubborn or pigheaded! And that's you, Kong!"

He laughed, "Hey, that's a good word but I'm serious. Your sister is gorgeous but that's not it. There are plenty of gorgeous girls around. I feel a connection to her; a real connection and I know she feels the same way ... she just doesn't know it as yet! Come on, little man, give a brother some tips ... tell me about her."

"Connection? You feel a connection? You're kidding, right? You're wasting your time, Kong, you're not her type. Maybe you should focus on Kyla," I offered.

"I don't think so. Nothing against that doll, she's a cutie but I happen to like you sister. I'm telling you, I feel connected to her, man, so spill it, what's Rachael really like?"

It was clear that he was going to badger me 'til I opened up.

"She can be a pain in the ass! Trust me, Danny-Boy, you really don't want any part of her."

"You're doing that 'big-brother' thing aren't you? Protecting your little sister! I respect that but you don't have to worry, little man, I'm not looking for a ..."

"Watch it! You stepping on thin ice here," I cautioned.

He shook his huge head and looked at me, his eyes squinting against the late afternoon sun, his expression, forlorn.

"I was going to say, I'm not looking for a short-term relationship. I want to know about her, you know, what makes her tick ... I just know we'd make a great couple. I can feel it here, in here," he said and he thumped his chest and added, "Can you imagine what our kids would look like?"

I had to smile. This Lothario had scooted past the courtship, engagement and the altar and had already impregnated my sister! I should be happy that he wasn't some jerk but I was feeling threatened. He was my competition. What if Rachael picked him and didn't want anything more to do with me? It could happen.

"What you're feeling is a misguided sense of attraction, something that is purely physical ... comes from taking all those growth hormones and steroids!"

He laughed out loud, "You're a funny man, Luke ... a real funny man! Why on earth would I need steroids? Listen, I'm going to court your sister whether you like it or not!"

"I'll break both your arms, big man, I swear I will ... you stay away from her!"

"Then I'll court her without arms ... I'll do it on my knees, yes, that's how I'll do it!" That was his silly riposte to my threat. I had to smile.

And so it went, we continued up the mountain, verbally fencing with each other. As the climb got steeper, I could see that he was beginning to wear down. The breaks began to get more frequent and lasted longer but he wasn't asking for any quarter. What he did was still quite impressive, the fact that he managed to keep up with me the whole day – not many large men would have.

Finally the cold and the fading red halo of the evening sun forced us to break for camp. I could tell he was relieved though he would never admit it.

"I'm going to cook you a feast that will blow your mind, little man, yeah ... you'll be begging me to marry your sister!"

"Why would I do that? If it's that good I'll be begging you to marry me!"

He let out a roar, laughing with an unrestrained exuberance. And then we heard it ... it sounded like a scream.

End of Part II



Wilderness Paradise Pt. 03



Wilderness Paradise: Of Brothers and Sisters, Part 3

Flashback 6 years - Caught in the Act 

We didn't hear them coming in. Mom and Dad had returned from church earlier than we had anticipated. Normally, we would have heard the garage door ratcheting open or their footsteps, as they trudged up the stairs, but Rachael and I were so caught up in fucking each other that we were deaf to everything but the primal grunts and moans of our rutting. For that is exactly what it was – a raw and raunchy fuck in the middle of our parent's bed. 

To say that they were livid would have been the understatement of the year – in the morbid and atramentaceous aftermath we were banished to our rooms, forbidden to leave or talk to each other until some form of parental adjudication had been reached. For as far back as I can remember, even when we were just little kids, the punishment meted out for any mischief was determined after a caucus of the entire family. We would sit around the dining table, objectively discuss the waggish incident, and then my dad would solemnly come up with the punishment. It was all done with a decorum that was democratic and fair. 

But this time it was different. It had to be different – we weren't kids anymore and the breach was one with reprobating consequence. I could hear them arguing and that was rare in our house. I don't know if my parents were still in love, I can only assume that they were, but they had always treated each other with respect. My father was never a shouter. And neither was my mother, except on the rare occasions when we would push her past the limits of her patience. But now, though I couldn't make out what was being said, they were arguing and it was loud. 

I wondered how my sister was holding up ... poor Rach! It was my damn fault for messing up her life. How could I have fucked my little sister? I had to be one of the biggest perverts around – that was evidenced beyond the shadow of a doubt. I mean, I had to be. She was only eighteen and I had seduced her or acquiesced to the seduction and should have known better. 

I heard the Master bedroom door open and my Mom's voice, "That's rubbish, Thomas, you know as well as I do that kids will ..." and then the door closed again, turning the dialog into muffled dissonance. She only called my dad by his Christian name when they disagreed on something otherwise it was 'dear', 'baby', 'darling' or some other mushy endearment like "Pooh-Bear" that defied logic. My dad doesn't, in any way, resemble Winnie the Pooh! 

I had no idea what they were arguing about – there was no gray area here – so the querulous banter was baffling. The thought that Dad might kick me out of the house did cross my mind and maybe Mom was lobbying to prevent that. I was suddenly filled with an acute sense of apprehension. I would have to live with Uncle Philip or Uncle Jack, my mother's brothers whom Rachael and I were closer to than the relatives on my father's side. In a pinch, I'd pick Uncle Jack but for something more permanent, it would have to be Uncle Philip. I looked a bit like him and he's the one that got me into Martial Arts. 

What were the chances of being thrown out of the house? I wasn't sure, it could happen though. It wasn't that farfetched - I had never seen Dad this angry, not just angry but in a murderous rage. Mom would lose it every now and then but Dad had always been the 'Sultan of Cool' and in fact, in the past it would be him moderating for lenience. Left to my mother, I would have been hanged, drawn and quartered for some of the shit I had pulled.

My mother's: "You're grounded, young man, for at least a week!" would end up being a day because of Dad. 

I could still hear him, "Honey, boys will be boys! You need to cut him some slack ..." 

And my mother's terse rebuttal, "Yes, but my boy will NOT grow up to be an insolent thug, not if I have anything to do with it!" 

And then there was Rachael. My sister was the "good" kid, never doing anything to arouse my parent's ire. A's and B's in school, on the Volleyball and Basketball teams, liked by all the teachers, popular with her friends, home every evening before curfew etc. etc. She was also my staunchest supporter interceding on my behalf as only she could and now this was the way I paid her back! 

With my curiosity piquing, I was tempted to break quarantine; to sneak out to the linen closet in the hallway that was adjacent to their bedroom. A strategic ear to the wall, next to the architrave, and you were as good as in the room with them. That's when I heard the knock on my door. It was a soft, sequential tapping; a quick three, a pause and then a slow two, a code that only my sister used. 

"Luke? Can I come in?" It was a whisper. 

"I don't think it's a good idea, Rach, we're in enough trouble already. This time ..." I paused, not knowing what to say, "this time, they are really pissed!" 

I blamed all of it on my crazed, hormone-induced lust. I was always horny – a walking hardon and that was my sorry excuse! I had let them all down. How could we ever be a normal family again? How could I even look at my mother and father? I mean they had seen us naked, me on top of my sister, fucking her like a horny character straight out of a Teutonic Rhapsody! Hansel and Gretel fucking in the Ginger Bread house! It was deplorable and I was filled with objective revulsion. 

"Just go, Rachael, leave me alone," I added, finding some perverse solace in my self-vilification. 

Not that she ever listened to me. She opened the door and slipped in shutting it behind her. She stood by the foot of my bed in her jammies, looking contrite and as beautiful as ever, this despite her hair that fell in a disheveled, rumpled mess around her face and eyes that were red from crying. It was breaking my heart – this need I felt for her. 

"If they find you here ..." I began. 

"I don't care," she started, nervously fidgeting with the ends of her hair and then continued, "Dad's blaming you and that's wrong. It was me, Luke, I started this. And they are fighting now and you know they never fight! I hate it! I just hate ... I hate myself!" 

She began crying, softly at first and then, sobbing hysterically. I got up off the bed and went over and hugged her to me, holding her tightly, feeling the warmth of her spreading along my body as she melted into me. And while she sniffled and sobbed into my chest, I kissed the top of her head, trying to comfort her. 

"It's okay, Bugs, it's okay. Don't cry, baby, we'll get through this, I promise," I murmured. 

"How? How will we ever get through this?" she sobbed and clung to me. 

"I don't know how but trust me, we will. We are not the first brother and sister to do it ... to have sex. Did you know that the Pharaohs married their sisters?" 

I swear it wasn't meant to be sexual but my cock, ever rebellious and with a mind of its own, twitched and hardened throbbing salaciously against her lower abdomen. What the fuck was the matter with me? And if that wasn't enough, incredulously, through the sniffles and heaving sobs, I felt her hand snaking down in between us. This was nuts! Totally insane - what was happening to us? We were both losing it!

The crying slowly subsided, "Did they really marry their sisters?" 

"Ye-ye-sss, yes ..." I stuttered as she squeezed my dick and began stroking me. 

"We should have been Egyptians, don't you think?" she whispered into my neck and giggled. 

"Ohh! Yes! Yes ..." I managed to croak as her delicate fingers caressed the pillar of flesh. 

"Mmmm, is this for me, doc?" she asked her voice changing, like a little girls except low and husky. 

I felt her breathing quicken and despite the awkwardness, because of the way we were standing, the sensuality laced with the fear of discovery had a proselytizing effect; not that I need much persuasion. I was now captive to her desires and my rationale and self-loathing of a few minutes ago vanished; obliterated by her silky touch.

"Rach, this is a bad idea. You should stop, baby ..." I protested but it lacked any real conviction and then as if to seal the deal, she ran her hand over the coronal ridge of the mushroomed dome. 

"Oh God!" I groaned loudly and shivered as the pleasure shot through me. 

"Ssshhhh, I need this now, I need you ..." she whispered easing me towards the door.

She threw the deadbolt home and dropped to her knees, pulling my pajamas down and then engulfed my cock, taking it into the warmth of her soft, wet mouth. I watched my sister suckle me; her delicate fingers stroking the root of my shaft while her lips clamped around the tip sucking me like a straw. Her head bobbed back and forth, her hair rippling in a silky, golden vortex, her cheeks hollowing with the effort while her tongue tickled and bathed the sensitive ridge of my glans. We were lost in that muddled, timeless labyrinth of a forbidden Eden, my mind flooding with thoughts and scarlet images of her; lewd and lascivious images embellished by the awareness of our incestuous bonds. 

I was teased by the strains of her wet slurping as she sucked and swallowed and sucked again and again at the pre-coital juices leaking out from me. I closed my eyes and waited for that inevitable velvet thrill that would consume me and send me tumbling, freefalling mindlessly through the tortured abyss of nothingness while I filled her mouth with my muculent seed. 

*****

Back to the Present: Tracking my Sister

As soon as Danny heard the scream he reacted. And I mean 'reacted': he jumped up like he had been shot from a cannon, doused the fire, tossed the pan aside and headed in the general direction of the scream. 'There goes dinner', I thought to myself. 

"Come on, shorty, let's go!" he called back. He was already twenty or so yards from me. 

"What about all this," I asked and pointed at our stuff, concerned about the expensive climbing accessories in my backpack. 

"Leave it! No one's going to take it ... there's no one here!" the giant said with obvious impatience then urged, "Hurry, someone could be in serious trouble! It's most probably a bear!" 

I slipped the chalk bag into my pocket, pushed the backpacks under a bush and followed him as he made his way through the heavy brush and undergrowth. We scampered up a few sharp inclines until we came to a massive rock face. It formed an imposing wall shooting straight upwards, roughly sixty or so feet, with a deep cleft that ran the entire length. These fissures were called chimneys. I could shimmy up using my feet to press my back against the opposite wall of the crevice but it was too small for him. I looked over curious to see what he was planning to do - climbing something like this was hard at best but with the fading light, this was going to be a far greater challenge. 

The big man didn't waste a lot of time. He studied the rock for a few moments and made his decision. 

"You go on up," he said, "I'll circle around. There's no way I'll make it up this!" 

"I though you ..." I started to say but he cut me off.

"Oh shush-up, little man, let's not waste time. It's getting late; I'll catch up with you, don't you worry!" 

"Hey, maybe I should come with you?"

"No. I'm not sure how long it'll take to get around this," he replied, paused and gave me reassuring look, "Don't be scared, shorty, I'll find you. I have to, you know, how else are we going to convince your sister?" And with that parting remark and a big grin he was gone. 

It never ceased to amaze me just how light he was on his feet and how quickly he moved for a big man. I watched as his silhouette dissolved into the caliginous shadows of the trees and wondered whether I could really take him in a fight. 

*****

It hadn't been an easy climb because the chimney skewed and narrowed dramatically near the top making progress impossible. I was forced to traverse out onto the main face which was a lot more dangerous in the fading light. I was free-climbing or more accurately, free-soloing, without the benefit of a safety rope and had to feel with my fingers for cracks and ridges, anything to pull me onto the face. One mistake, a tentative grip or a loose rock, and it meant a sixty-foot drop guaranteed to put a damper on my trip! 

When I finally got to the top, my thighs and arms were burning with the strain. I stood there, bent over, shaking out my arms, loosening them up thankful that I had brought the chalk along. The last thing you needed on a climb was sweaty palms. And, that's when I heard muffled laughter coming from nearby. There was someone else up here. 

The camp was in a small clearing about a hundred yards from the ledge. There were five of them and they had a pretty good sized fire going. Three of them looked like paunchy, middle-aged executives but the other two were in pretty good shape. One of them was different. He was tall, a bit taller than me, maybe about six four, lean and muscular and if you knew what to look for you could tell that he could take care of himself. 

When they saw me approaching, they stood up and one of the three older men called out, "Hi there stranger, not lost are you?" 

But before I could reply, the lean one by the fire stepped towards me, not quite in my path, but without question, in a confrontational manner. 

"Who are you?" he asked with an edge to his voice. 

He must have been in his early thirties. His hair was cropped short in a buzz cut. He face was narrow and hard with a wide, lipless mouth and a strong shin. His thin, aquiline nose, thick brows and deep set eyes gave him a hawk-like expression. My first impression of him was right – this guy had a hard bark on him. 

"I'm Luke Meacham," I replied, trying to remain neutral though I resented his tone, "my friend and I are camped about a mile from here. We thought we heard a scream - did you guys hear anything?" 

"Yeah, we heard it too. It could have been those girls ..." A second chubby guy with a round, friendly face started to say but was cut off by the hawk. 

"Maybe we did and maybe we didn't. What's it to you?" He asked, being obviously belligerent. 

"Aw, come on, Cooley ... there's no need for that!" The first man said and then extended his hand convivially, "I'm Bill Jacobs, and yes we all heard a scream. We even considered investigating it but Cooley here thought it was a bad idea, you know, chasing after who-knows-what at night." 

"That's not what I said!" the lean one retorted, "I said it's up to you but I wanted to make it clear that I can't be responsible for three out-of-shape guys playing Rambo out here! That's what I said."

Bill Jacobs gave Cooley a cursory glance before replying, "There's certainly some validity to that. We are a bunch of big city slickers looking for a harmless weekend adventure. I don't think we'd make it too far, not without Cooley or Jeff."

I liked him; he looked you in the eye and was honest. And, it was pretty evident that Cooley was calling the shots. He was the guide and Jeff, the young kid, was his sidekick. The boy looked friendly enough; possibly a college kid looking to make some extra money on the side. 

"Did you see anyone else up here?" I asked, addressing Jacobs. 

"A group of four passed by early afternoon; three women and a man." He answered, then pointing eastwards across a small ravine he added, "It came from around there but whatever it was, there was just one short scream ..." 

He shrugged and made a face leaving the obvious unsaid. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who they had seen. I was on the right track and closing in on Rachael. 

"You mentioned a friend?" Jacobs queried.

"He's taking the long way around – he'll be here shortly." 

Good question - where the heck was Danny? What in the world could be keeping the big man? And just then, with the uncanny timing of a Hollywood script, Daniel Benn materialized. 

It was like a classical, quondam movie. The sky lit up in hues of orang and gold, the silhouette of trees their silvery flecks of leaves shimmering in the backdrop and our Phoenician hero, rising up from the flames! He came sauntering in without a care in the world, an allegorical Paul Bunyan; axe in hand, giant bull by his side and riding the wings of the Northern winds. He glowed fiery-orange in the fading embers of twilight and called out to the camp, giving them all a big, radiant smile. 

"Hi there, friends, do you have place for weary traveller?" He asked, his rich, baritone carrying over the hiss of the rustling leaves. 

There's something fascinating about rather large men. I mean, really big men who exude strength especially when they are blessed with imposing attributes like Daniel Benn obviously was. We admire those Sunday afternoon gladiators, gridiron beasts, who lock horns in tests of brute strength and those that are born with exceptional physical ability. We look for Samson and Hercules in our friends and heroes, men who transcend the boundaries of mere mortals. 

Longfellow said it best in his ode, "The Song of Hiawatha" - 

"Dear, too, unto Hiawatha

Was the very strong man, Kwasind,

He the strongest of all mortals,

He the mightiest among many;

For his very strength he loved him,

For his strength allied to goodness."

And like Kwasind, there was an inherent goodness in Daniel Benn that I sensed the very first day I met him - a streak of decency as big as the man himself. And that was what made this confusing. There wasn't another person I'd want courting Rachael but my own needs muddied these already murky waters. 

After the initial pleasantries were over, Danny and I stepped to one side.

"They saw Rachael earlier. And they heard the scream," I said pointing to the East where Bill Jacobs had indicated. 

"Let's not jump to conclusions. There could be other hikers out here." The big man said, "This is big country." 

"I know but just in case ..."

He looked across the shallow ravine, covered in evening shadows, the trails dense with trees, rocks and brush. He stood rubbing his chin thoughtfully then turned to me and offered, "It's too dark. I had a hard time getting here so as much as I want to press on, I say we bed down for the night and pick-up at first light. What do you say?" 

I realized he was right and whatever it was, there was really nothing we could do now. 

"I agree," I concurred, nodding my head. 

"Ha! You're not as obdurate as you look, little man," he said with a smug expression on his face. Except that he pronounced it 'ob-doo-rate'.

I was about to come back with a retort when Jacobs walked up to us. 

"We were just about to eat. Why don't you join us?" He asked.

"Thanks and much obliged but are you sure? My friend here can eat a Brahma Bull and that would be the appetizer!" I cautioned. 

Jacobs laughed and smiled up at the big man. 

"We have plenty. We were going to stay a week but unfortunately, Fred isn't feeling too good. Nothing serious but I think we've all had enough of the great outdoors. We are heading back tomorrow to the comfort of room service. You'll be doing us a favor. We don't want to haul it all back with us!" 

"That's very kind of you. And yes, I could most probably chow down a side of beef right about now but I'm on a diet. I've got to look good for my girl!" The giant said patting his flat stomach and giving me a wink. 

I just shook my head. What the heck was I going to do with this Brobdingnagian dope? I was beginning to like him more every day; a brother I never had, but deep down this uneasy feeling kept gnawing at me, this feeling that once Rachael saw him, I would be history. Damn! That would be a pisser! I was so in love with her and couldn't stop thinking of her. Well, we'll just have to wait and let things play out. 

Jacobs and his friends turned out to be pretty nice people. We enjoyed their company and they were obviously taken with this Bunyanesque clone. Over dinner, Danny entertained us with hilarious stories of his misadventures filled with self-deprecating humor and I swear by the time the meal was done, these men would have followed him across the Styx into the depths of Hades. That is, all except Cooley. He was suspicious of the giant from the very first moment and made no attempt to hide his dislike. I got the feeling that Luther Cooley disliked just about everyone. I caught him looking at me several times during the course of the evening, a curious expression on his face, and I felt certain that, sooner or later, we were destined to face off. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 03



And just as we were about to turn in, Cooley stepped in front of me, "Do I know you, buddy? Were you with the First Army SOF unit?" 

He was in my space, up in my face and normally that's all it would have taken but this wasn't the time or the place. I gave him a blank look. 

"Special Ops - Afghanistan?" He pushed, his breath smelling of mint and garlic. 

"No, not me, brother, you have me confused with someone else," I replied and stepped around him to get the blankets from Jacobs. 

I could feel his eyes boring through the back of my head as I walked away. 

****

The Trap

For Rachael and Kyla following the swathe of trampled branches and brush that lead higher-up the mountainside was relatively easy; almost too easy. They had waited until dawn and at the breaking of first light they began their search for Susan leaving her brother, Andrew Breland, back at the campsite. 

Surprisingly, his condition had improved during the night. He had regained consciousness and seemed stable enough. The damaged nose was more of a concern than the stab wound which seemed to have scabbed nicely. There was a clear fluid draining from his right nostril and that was worrisome. And he was running a mild fever. 

They had moved him into their tent and wrapped him in several blankets. 

"Find her, please, Rachael, you have to find Susan!" He had muttered through split and swollen lips. 

"We will. You need to rest and don't worry, Andy, we will find her. We won't come back until we find her!" Rachael had promised him, her tone and manner resolute. 

After checking on his bandages and making sure he had water and was comfortable, Kyla pressed a can of pepper spray into his hand. 

"It's set. All you have to do is point and press here." She instructed and then covered him with a blanket and asked for the hundredth time, "Are you going to be okay?"

Andrew nodded and grimaced as the pain shot through his head and abdomen. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Go on, don't worry about me; hurry and find her. Just find her ..."

Though they were conflicted about leaving him unattended, it would have been madness to venture after whoever it was, alone. There was safety in numbers and the two of them together would pose much more of a problem for man or bear. 

The description of the assailant that Andrew gave them was sketchy at best. He didn't get a clean look at the man. The attack had been silent and sudden. The man had camouflage face-paint on and was wearing hunting or military fatigues. He wasn't very big, about five ten and maybe one seventy, but Andrew recalled thinking how incredibly strong the man was; coiled and sinewy with anfractuous muscle. He had tried holding on to him, to prevent him from grabbing Susan, but he was no match for the intruder. That's all he could remember before he was knocked unconscious. He had no memory of the stabbing or the ensuing blows to his face. 

However, the fact that it was a lone renegade that they were dealing with reassured the women giving them a sense of security and confidence. There was no way they could have known that this was a trained killer, a modern day Ronin, a Samurai without a Master. If they had, they would have waited for help. 

The plan was to reconnoiter the surrounding area for clues before venturing blindly after the abductor but a few minutes on the trail and they caught the glitter of sunlight reflecting off of a metal object. It was a thin, silver bracelet. It was lying, partially hidden by the recumbent blades of grass, in the middle of a narrow pathway and could have very easily been missed. 

Kyla picked it up and read the inscription on the outer face: Susan and then turned it over to read the post script: To Eternal Love, Andrew 

It seemed that lady luck was on their side.

"It's Susan's," she said softly and gave it to Rachael. 

Rachael examined it briefly before putting it away in her pocket. Susan must have lost it in a struggle with her abductor or maybe even dropped it intentionally as a clue. Smart girl. 

"They must have gone that way," Rachael said pointing to the path that led into the trees. 

They followed the freshly flattened grass and the faint, rustling sounds of someone or something moving ahead of them. Whenever they felt like they were gaining on their quarry, the signs and sounds would disappear only to be picked up again several yards ahead of them. It was like chasing a shadow – always close but never close enough. 

At one point they were sure they were lost and were wandering in circles. Then almost miraculously they happened on a small ribbon of cloth that was caught in the brush. It was from Susan's bright yellow tee shirt. 

"I get the feeling he's toying with us," Rachael said as they stopped briefly to get their bearings. They were in the middle of nowhere. 

"Rach, we can go back now and get help, it's not too late." Kyla said looking around, "If we keep going I don't think we'd find our way back."

Rachael thought about it. This was the proverbial fork in the road, do or don't, will or won't. Like Luke said; it always comes down to those who are willing to stick their necks out. 

"No, that would take too long. We need to find her. If it was me, I'd want you to come looking for me." She paused and then added, "And, I know Luke is out here. He'll find us, Kyla, I just know he will." 

Kyla was quiet. She was frightened but she knew that Susan's plight was a lot worse. She could only imagine how terrifying this ordeal must be for her, that is, if she was still alive. She tried not to think about what might have occurred at night, the thoughts filling her with renewed determination. 

"You're right. I'd want you to look for me too. I just hope she's okay." 

After about an hour of trekking deeper into the remote mountainside, they came to a small waterfall that splashed noisily into a shallow pool. The water was fresh and so clear you could see all the way to the bottom. They filled their canteens and splashed their faces with the cold water, wiping the grime and sweat off. They dabbed themselves dry and looked around. They had lost him again. 

"We're close. He'll want to be near water." Rachael observed. 

"Where to now, mi amiga? Do you want to try left or right?" Kyla asked.

Just then, they heard a cough echoing as though from a tunnel. It sounded close but there was nothing in sight. Then they heard it again, this time louder and it seemed to come from behind the waterfall. 

Rachael moved to where the water cascaded into the pool but it was solid rock with no opening behind or near the falls – none that they could see. They stood studying the area when they saw the bushes, a few feet above the pool, move. It was the unnatural shaking that caught their eye. 

"There ..." Kyla pointed. 

When they got to the dense boscage, they discovered the entrance of a cave-like opening that was secreted behind the thicket of leaves and shrubbery. It would have been impossible to detect unless you pushed the branches aside. It was perfectly blended with the surrounding foliage. 

"I'd have never seen it," Kyla said.

"I think that's the idea. He's here somewhere and he wanted us to find it." Rachael replied, "It's beginning to give me the creeps!" 

"Beginning?" Kyla retorted.

They looked at each other, the tangled emotions of fear, anxiety and frustration boiling over in angry bravado. 

"Okay, let's do it then!" Kyla whispered, squeezing Rachael's arm. 

When they entered the cave they realized that it was a series of Daedalean grottos and tunnels with beams of light streaking in, beacons they could follow, hoping it would lead them to the other side. It was mostly dark and damp with water trickling down the sides and running in a narrow stream by their feet. At several points along the snaking interior, the path narrowed or ended abruptly and the only way to move forward was by rappelling across the side walls and ceiling, crossing over and around the spiny speleothems. 

Clinging by their fingertips they swung from crack to crevice, slowly traversing the breaks until finally they arrived at a larger excavated cavern with an opening on top. They climbed up the sides and pulled themselves out onto the open. They had egressed onto a wide ledge displaced in latitude from their initial entry by several miles. 

"Wow! There is no way anyone could find this!" Kyla said. 

Rachael put her finger up to her lips and shushed, "Shhhhsh, did you hear that?"

It was that distinctive cough again and it came from so close by that both women froze. Kyla grabbed ahold of Rachael's arm in reflex. They stood still, eyes scanning the trees, listening for any other sound that would betray the location of the abductor. They were certain now that it was him and certain too that he was leading them into a trap. Their nerves were frayed, emotionally drained, and it took all their willpower to keep it together. 

Rachael could feel her heart pounding, her mind racing with the adrenalin dump. Her mouth was dry, her palms, sweaty and cold, and she had to force herself to remain calm. This was it. She could sense it. Luke! Damn it, where are you? 

In the stillness, Rachael looked over and sensed Kyla's fear mounting too. There was a part of her that screamed: Run! Run now! But gritting her teeth, she willed herself to stick it out. She felt her heart drumming in her ears and found comfort in her friend's proximity. 

"You check there," Rachael whispered pointing to the right, "I'll look over here." 

The women scanned the area around them, gleaning the shadows and rock formations thoroughly. Their fear resurrected the monsters and creatures of their imagination, those demons lurking in the mottling penumbra and within the bristling leaves that swayed and danced with the wind. Psychotic mutants with burning eyes that lay hidden in every nook and behind every corner. Welcome to our lurid world, they hissed!

"See only what's there and trust your eyes," Rachael said admonishing herself. 

"Do you see anything?" Kyla asked.

"No ... nothing!"

Just then she noticed the outline of a ridge poking through a narrow break in the trees. 

"Look! There! It's got to be there!" she whispered pointing ahead of her. 

Using low hanging branches and tangled creepers, they pulled themselves up the sharp gradient and onto the plateau. And as soon as they had cleared the ledge, they saw her – it was Susan. She was bound and gagged but her eyes were wide open and filled with fright. 

*****

Flashback six years – The Family Caucus

We sat around the table quietly with me staring into my cup of coffee. I couldn't bring myself to look at my parents or my sister. What do you say to your parents after they catch you fucking your sister? Not just fucking your sister but fucking her on their bed! It was embarrassing and pathetic and it was all I could do to keep myself from getting the hell out of there. My mind screamed: Shoot me. I'm guilty, guilty ... G-U-I-L-T-Y! 

If the silence was a ploy to make us uncomfortable, it was working. My parents sat stoically, sipping their coffee and taking turns looking at Rachael and me as though they were expecting us to give them an explanation. But unless my sister had something up her sleeve, I certainly had nothing to offer. But more than facing the music, it was this imposed monastic expiation that was driving me nuts. 

When I was fifteen, I was grounded for a week for punching a kid from the neighborhood in the mouth and if I was to use the same yardstick, I'd surely get life for boning my sister. I had this ludicrous image of me living with my parents when I was fifty! And for some reason, in that fleeting warped chimera, I looked decrepit and hoary, like Grandpa, while my father looked like himself, i.e. younger than me. I couldn't help but smile. 

"You think this is funny, Luke?" My father asked noticing the change in my expression. 

"No sir, I was thinking about something else," I said quickly my voice sounding strained. 

He was quiet and I could feel him studying me while I twirled my cup contemplating the distorted reflections floating in the silvery surface. What was Dad thinking? That his son had somehow become a deviant? And how could that have happened? 

"I think we could all use a laugh," he said, "don't you think? What about it Luke, share the joke with us!" 

"It's nothing, Dad ... not a joke. I was thinking about Brad Welkins. The time Brad tried kissing Rachael and I punched him out!" 

I saw Rachael smile. 

"That wasn't funny. You knocked two of his teeth out!" My father retorted angrily. It most probably brought back the memory of the bill he had to pay to have them fixed. 

"No, it's not that. You grounded me for a week and I thought ..." I stammered and then added, "Oh, forget it! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take this lightly or get distracted but what do you want me to do? We've been sitting here waiting ..." 

"Okay, fair enough. Let's get on with this. You mother and I have been discussing the incident and though we have our disagreements on how this should be handled, we both agree on the behavior we expect going forward."

He paused and looked at us before continuing. 

"It would be unfair to impose our beliefs on either of you. You are not kids anymore. But I think," and he stressed the 'I', "it is unhealthy and will have serious repercussions on both of you later in life. But then, that's just my humble opinion."

He paused and looked at Mom and now I knew what they had been arguing about. It struck me right then: Mom didn't think it was such a big deal. I was astounded as the implication sank in and looked over at Rachael but she seemed oblivious and just sat there staring down at her hands. 

She looked incredibly pretty and I felt myself getting excited again. Rachael had that effect on me. I looked at her mouth, those lips, pouty and full, and the images of her sucking me just a couple of hours ago came flooding back. My cock was painfully hard and I squirmed in my seat, trying to get comfortable, when my father's voice cut through the lewd reverie. 

"We have a few questions and then we will let you know what your mother and I have decided. Is that okay?" 

He looked at us waiting for a response. Rachael and I nodded. I told you, this was all very democratic and that was the painful part. We had to participate in our own punishment. 

"Maggie, do you want to add something?" My father asked Mom. 

"No, dear, you're doing fine." Mom answered. 

"Rachael, since you are younger, were you coerced in any way?" 

For a moment I thought he was kidding. Coerced? Meaning like forced? Raped? I had suddenly been delegated to the status of a sexual predator. I was about to protest but Rachael shook her head, "No, it was nothing like that."

She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly. It tugged at my soul. I wanted to reach across the table and hold her hand and promise her that no one could do anything to her – not even Dad.

"You need to speak up. I didn't hear that," Dad said. 

"She said no! No!" I snapped so emphatically that Rachael and Mom were startled and looked over at me. 

"I didn't ask you, Luke, I was talking to your sister." Dad responded; calm and cool as ever. 

"No, Dad, I wasn't coerced or taken advantage of or forced or seduced..." she said a bit more forcefully. 

I saw my father turning a bit red and knew that this was very uncomfortable for him and somehow that gave me a feeling of power. If he only knew that his baby girl had initiated this - it would've blown his freakin' mind!

"Okay, then one final question, who initiated this?" Dad asked on cue. 

Both of us answered at the same time, "I did!" It was as though we had rehearsed it. 

"I did, Dad, it was me ... Rachael just went along," I continued, beating her to the punch.

"That's such a lie!" Rachael exclaimed, "It was me. Luke, please; please, let me ..." but Dad cut her off. 

"It really doesn't matter. I don't want to prolong this. You mother and I have made an appointment with Dr. Keller. She comes highly recommended in dealing with these matters - highly recommended. Tomorrow, both of you will go and see her at 10 in the morning. Is that understood?" 

"What about school? I have a test tomorrow," Rachael protested. 

"Your mother will take care of that. She'll call and let them know that you will be coming in late. You can always make-up your test later." 

He stood up and looked relieved that it was finally over. I was relieved that he didn't kick me out of the house!

"Is there anything either of you would like to say?" He asked and when we shook our heads, he added, "Go back to your rooms and use the remainder of the evening to think about what you have done. Ponder seriously on the consequences and hopefully you can come to terms with your actions." 

Always the professor! Who the fuck "ponders" anything? And, what would he say if he knew that while they were arguing about having us talk to Dr. Spock, my sister and I had been sucking and fucking like bunnies hopped-up on aphrodisiacs! Yeah, ponder that, Dad!

*****

Back to the Present: The Trap gets Sprung!

Josh Woodard watched the women through the leaves in the dense bushes. He was just to the right of his tiny, log cabin. He had been careful in choosing its location – it was built into a large rock face so that the only access was from the front. It made it easier to defend against animal or man.

He had Susan staked as bait in the small yard and all he had to do now was to wait. They would take the bait. Of that he was sure, and his plan would have worked to a tee. It was all so simple once they began following him and now that they had made it through the caves, there was no going back. They were his. He felt a sexual thrill shoot through his body. 

"Everything comes if a man will only wait." 

It was one of his favorite sayings and by one of his favorite people, Disraeli, the British Prime Minister who was popular in the late 1800s. Josh Woodard was a history buff and loved to read. His other passion was Human Psychology especially as it applied to people under duress. He smiled to himself as he waited. He was expert at waiting. 

In the back of his mind he knew that once he had secured these two lovelies he would have to go back and finish off the man. Always finish what you start and never leave an animal wounded – it was as simple as that. 

*****

Skinning the Cat

As soon as they saw her, the women stopped, their bodies flooding with relief. 

"Susan!" Kyla called and made a move towards the open, "Hold on, I'm coming ..."

"Kyla, wait! It's a trap!" Rachael reached out and grabbed her friend before she could cross into the yard towards Susan. 

She pulled her back forcefully, edging backwards into the cover of the trees. 

"That's what he wants. If we are together, he has a better chance of getting us. One of us needs to go to her while the other circles to one side. That way, when he does show, we can make a fight of it."

Kyla remained quiet, not really listening but getting the gist of the logic. Her mind was shutting down to everything but the chore at hand. She had reached a stage where she just wanted this to be over. She didn't care; there was no chance of flight - it was time to fight. 

"I'll go and get her," Rachael whispered, "you stay here and if he shows you come out. Let's kick his sorry ass! Do you have the bear repellent?" 

Kyla raised the pepper spray she was holding in her hand, "Right here. If this can handle a Grizzly, it sure will take care of this sicko!" 

"Remember, we get Susan and get the hell out of here!" 

"Yeah! Get the fuck out of Dodge, girl, if we can ever find our way out!" 

"Focus," Rachael said more to herself, "focus on the task."




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 03



"Okay, wait there," Rachael pointed to her left, "you'll have a clear line of sight. Are you ready?"

"Yes." 

"All right then, let's rock' n roll!" Rachael muttered and made a mad dash into the open. 

*****

The Ultimate Predator

Woodard sat crouched. He hadn't moved a muscle in over twenty minutes. He saw the women enter the clearing and then watched as they retreated back into the trees. What the fuck were they doing? He tried to pick them out from the shadows under the cover of the branches but the mottled lighting, transitioning from shade to bright daylight to shade again, made it virtually impossible. Something must have tipped them off. It had to be Susan, there was no other explanation. He didn't know how she did it but she did – hey, good for her. He liked the spirit in the girl. It was okay. He would just have to take them one at a time. It will be more fun that way. He liked the way the game was unfolding. 

He crawled away from the cover of the bushes beside the cabin, slithering back into the trees. He would circle behind them and then decide his course of action. It would be like shooting fish in a barrel. That's when he saw Rachael running towards Susan.  

*****

Picking up the Trail

I was sure I'd be the first one up but I was wrong. Though it was early, not quite light as yet, Jacobs and Danny were sipping coffee and chatting softly, squatting on their haunches by the fire. It was still cold with a chilling nip in the air but it was clean and brisk and filled with the tantalizing smell of freshly brewed coffee. 

They saw me stirring and Jacobs greeted me, "'Morning! Did you sleep well?" 

"Yeah, not too bad once I got used to his snoring – like a fucking freight train!" I answered indicating with my head in the direction of the big man, "I'm surprised that you guys could sleep through it." 

They laughed and then Jacobs commiserated, "Oh, we heard it alright. I had to get the ear plugs out!" 

"I'm sure he's scared off every grizzly in a ten mile radius!" I added. 

"Every living thing on this mountain!" Jacobs concurred, "I was convinced we were having an earthquake!" 

We both laughed while the giant shook his huge head and smiled at good natured ribbing. But he did snore, and it sounded like a buzz-saw on steroids! 

"Okay, now that you've had your fun, little man, you had better get up," Danny said, "We've got to hit the trail." 

"Oh, fuck off! I need a cup of coffee before we do anything!" I snapped back. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Is that anyway to speak to your soon-to-be brother? Huh? What would your sister say?" He admonished, shaking his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

I ignored his remark and scooted over with the blanket wrapped around me and took the cup he held up to me.

It struck me that Danny never cursed. He had to be the only man I knew that didn't use any foul language. Not even the more acceptable ones like ass, shit, tits ... nothing, not a bad word. That was just so wrong! Men cussed and that was the way it should be. Fuck! I knew guys who had turned cussing into an art form! I would have to have a word with him about this. 

We washed up and were saying our goodbyes to our new friends when Cooley joined us. I wasn't sure where he had been but he wasn't there when I had gotten up. 

"Heading out?" he asked. 

"Yes. We've taken up enough of your time and hospitality," the big man replied and extended his hand. 

Cooley brushed by him, forgoing the handshake, and came over to me, "I'll be seeing you. Not sure where or when but I'm sure we'll meet again."

It was a strange thing to say but I looked him in the eyes and nodded and then went back to lacing my shoes. I had the same feeling. There was something unfinished between us and it needed closure. It was karma. 

I had dated this girl in college, very avant-garde, into all the ancient philosophies and she had explained how Reincarnation, Karma and Karmic Destiny all worked together. How certain people were tied to others for grievances from previous lives, their paths linked through time to pay off a debt or to exact payment for a debt. It sounded like Eastern mumbo-jumbo at that time but now I knew exactly what she meant. 

"What's with him?" The big man asked me. 

"He's got a tiny dick. And that bugs the hell out of him!" I replied. 

The giant let out a roar, laughing so loudly that the others couldn't help but smile even though they had no idea what we had been talking about. 

"You are a funny man, Luke, a very funny man." He said and was about to slap me on my back but I skirted away. That wasn't happening – a friendly whack from this guy could leave you in a wheelchair. 

We said out goodbyes, wished them luck and headed out. Jacobs gave Danny his phone number and address offering his hospitality anytime the giant was in Montreal. 

After some initial banter, we fell quiet. The big man was focused on the trail, reading the signs that would lead us to Rachael and her friends. And me, well, as much as I tried I couldn't shut out the past, haunted by those lubricious thoughts of my sister. My mind raced back to the night after the family caucus ... 

*****

Flashback six years: The incredible Night

After dinner, where neither Rachael nor I really ate anything, we had been ordered back to our rooms to "ponder" on the consequence of our actions. But, the only thing I was pondering on, with brilliant anticipation, was how many different ways I would fuck my sister again. I was pretty certain that once my parents retired for the night, Rachael would come to my room, drawn like a moth to a flame. But it was Mom who opened the door without knocking. 

"Are you okay?" she asked softly. 

I was quiet. Was I okay? No, I wasn't okay but what was I going to say? I grunted – it was my troglodytic response to most parental curiosity. How was class? Grunt. Who was that girl you were talking to, honey? Grunt. Why are your sister's panties soaked with you semen? My what? Grunt. Why did you fuck your little sister, pervert? Sick. Grunt!

She came over and stroked my hair like only mothers can and leaned down and kissed my forehead, "It will be alright, darling, try and get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning." 

She closed the door behind her and I heard her go into Rachael's room and then shortly after, head back down the corridor to the master bedroom. Okay, the curfew check was over. I was sure that Rachael would be knocking any minute. I waited, tossing and turning, until finally, I dozed off into a fitful sleep. 

I dreamed of my sister, not in sexual ways but of incidents that had taken place when we were kids. These were dreams that were mostly innocent that streamed in non sequitur, without any order to their sequence - Rachael playing volleyball, swimming in the pool, laughing when we played cards, sitting at the dining table, lying on the couch – it was Rachael in Wonderland all over again. There was one where she had fallen off her tricycle and was crying and that was when I woke with a start and glanced over at the clock. The time was almost 1:00 AM and I knew she wasn't coming. No pun intended. 

I lay there staring at the ceiling debating whether I should go over to her room or just try and go back to sleep. The smart thing would be to sleep but my coagulating desire for her won out. I tiptoed across the hallway trying to avoid those creaking floorboards that were peculiar to wooden houses. Though I knew exactly where each culprit was, it proved impossible to navigate and I just hoped and prayed that Mom hadn't heard. She was a notoriously light sleeper and the last thing I needed was her catching me outside my sister's room sporting a very obvious hard-on. I opened the door and slipped in and shut it behind me. 

Rachael's bedroom was not as dark as mine. She had always been a bit frightened of the dark and never slept without a nightlight and now in its hazy, yellow glow I could see her silhouette beneath the covers. She was sleeping curled up on her side, knees pulled up in a near fetal position. Her hair, a silky halo, lay spread in a tousled, golden mess on the pillow. Her lips, soft and full, were slightly parted and I could see her nostrils flaring imperceptibly with each breath. She had the cutest, pointy little nose. The covers were pulled up under her arms and I recognized the oversized, Bugs Bunny tee that she sometimes wore to bed. 

I pulled back the covers slowly, careful not to disturb her, and eased myself onto the mattress. I felt it give and heard the rasping groan as the bed creaked in protest. Shit! I didn't want to wake her up, not yet anyway. Rachael shifted slightly and murmured something unintelligible, her eyelids fluttering for a second before she settled back and was still again. I waited, allowing her breathing to normalize and then lay down next to her and closed my eyes. 

After a few minutes I turned and spooned myself against her and felt the warmth of her body radiating into me. The softness of her curves and the smoothness of her skin were titillating my senses - aphrodisiacs intoxicating me, snared by the specter of what was to come. I felt my cock lurch and twitch with anticipation, getting even harder at the thought of fucking her again. I placed my arm around her waist with my palm resting on her tummy and gently pulled her into me. She felt so smooth and soft and firm all at the same time, the contact of our bodies, laced with textured sensuality. I was lying pressed against her with my cock nestled in the crack of her ass and was sure she would wake up but she didn't. I nuzzled my face down into her hair and was filled with a salmagundi of fragrances: a clean synthesis of perfume and soap mingled with the unique smell of her. 

I kissed the curve of her neck and began caressing her belly, using my fingers to feather around her bellybutton and heard her emit a soft, drowsy moan, "Mmmmm!" 

I continued to nibble and place soft kisses on her neck, tickling her earlobe and running the tip of my tongue along the sensitive area behind her ear all the while maneuvering lower, my fingers pressing, fondling and massaging her gently until I had reached the front of her panties to the downy softness of her pubic patch. 

I could feel the heat from her pussy and ran my fingers along her slit, pressing her panties into her and felt her body jerk and stiffen and then her hand covered mine.

"What ... Luke, what are you doing?" she asked, her words slurred with sleep. 

"I need you, baby," I replied, sucking her earlobe into my mouth.

I felt her shiver and her face turned backwards towards me.

"We shouldn't, Luke. Oh God! I can't ..." she muttered sleepily, "I can't stop thinking about what we did! I can't stop thinking about you. We need help, Luke. We ..." but she didn't move away, just held my hand where it was, in between her thighs pressing into the triangle of her sex. 

I leaned over and tried to kiss her pushing my hand further, cupping her vaginal apex, when she wriggled away and turned onto her back and said, "Please, Luke, I don't want to do it. I ... umm ... I just want to sleep, okay?" 

I was taken aback. This, I didn't expect.

"But why? You were ..." I started but she cut me off.

"I don't know why. I don't know anything anymore. I think Daddy's right; we need to talk to someone. This isn't normal ..." she replied struggling for words but was fully alert. 

"You want me to leave?" I asked, unable to control my irritation and feeling more than a little rejected. 

"No! Please don't go. Just hold me, baby," she said turning into me, "hold me. Can we just do that?" 

I was quiet, looking into those huge, soulful pools of blue lapis. 

"Okay, if that's really what you want."

"Thanks, Luke, I just need to think ..." she whispered, "Maybe tomorrow it'll all make sense!" 

I was lying on my back now with her on her side, her one leg bent and thrown over my thighs. She had one arm across my chest, reaching up, toying lazily with my hair. Her face was buried into my neck and I could feel the moist warmth of her breath rising up against my cheek, her mouth, so tantalizingly close. I used my left arm to pull her against me and closed my eyes. It wasn't what I had in mind but it was better than not having her near me. 

"Mmmm," she whispered, "this is nice ..."

Was she kidding? Nice? I was sure she could feel my cock throbbing against the inside of her thigh. I lay awake for a while, enjoying the warmth spreading along the nexus of our bodies. I could feel the gentle cadence of her breathing and the fleshy pressure of her breasts as I slowly drifted off to sleep. 

I awoke to the soft feel of her lying against me; her face tilted upwards, lips parted sensually; her eyes closed in a dreamy, soporific stupor. It was so very tempting – the nearness and availability of her. My arm was still around her with my hand resting against her lower back along the rise of her ass. We fit so perfectly - Brother and Sister - Ying and Yang. 

At some point during the night, the comforter and the flimsy top-sheet had pulled down and lay in a tangled, rugose heap around our ankles and feet. She was still on her side with her leg thrown over mine. My cock, which was trapped under her thigh, was throbbing salaciously, leaking precum, wetting us both. I couldn't resist her any further. I pulled her gently to me and ran my fingers along the crack of her ass down towards her pussy, pressing my middle finger into her. 

She sighed and moved, lowering her leg and freeing my cock then turned over onto her back. My hand was now under her panty covered ass. Her tee shirt had ridden up above her hips but her eyes remained closed and her breathing was even. She was still asleep. 

I inched over to her and bending lower, I kissed her naval just above her bellybutton. 

Her response was a slurred, sleepy whisper, "Mmmm, please baby ... you promised." 

She turned away from me, holding my hand in hers and lying on her side. We were back to square one. I lay down spooned against her again. She was gently rubbing my arm, her fingers drawing lazy, random designs, sensual origami that defied translation, and surprisingly we slipped slowly into an uncomfortable slumber. 

When I woke up next, it was because of her. She was rocking her hips imperceptibly, back and forth, sliding her ass along the underside of my turgid shaft. I lay still with my hand resting on her tummy, enjoying the frottage caused by her subtle movement. I wasn't sure if she was awake or whether this was some instinctive response to a wet dream she was having.

"Rach?" I whispered in her ear but there was no response. 

She continued to gently rock her hips, back and forth, to and fro, her breathing getting shallow and erratic. I wanted to lean over to see if she was awake but didn't want to run the risk of her stopping. It just felt so good that I really didn't care whether she was awake or not. She was stimulating my cock, which lay pressed between my stomach and her ass, back and forth, back and forth. I noticed then that her hand was between her legs covering her sex and it struck me - she was masturbating in her sleep (if she was asleep). This was just too much. 

I covered her hand with mine and gradually pushed hers away, replacing her fingers with mine, riding the furrow of her pussy. Her panties were wet, soaked slick with her juices, and when I felt for her clit, she cooed and spread her legs wider. I fingered her for a while, pressing firmly into her, stroking her from the top to the base below her vaginal opening. I gently rubbed the sensitive region between her cunt and her anus, that dirty inch so bundled full with nerves. I could feel her trembling; her breathing now labored, panting with intermittent whimpers and moans catching in her throat. And each time I moved my fingers down into her slit, away from her clit, she would roll her hips, adjusting her motion, trying to maintain contact, her hand pressing mine deeper and harder into her. 

I began kneading her breasts using my left hand which was under her, squeezing those spongy, firm mounds, teasing and pulling on her nipples. Each time I pinched the nubby tip and rolled them between my forefinger and thumb, her body would twitch and her legs would jerk disjointedly and she would let out a girlish squeal, a sensual cry that flirted on the boundaries of the pain-pleasure threshold. There was no doubt in my mind – she was awake now. 

I tugged her panties down, peeling them off of her and felt her raise he hips in a collaborative effort; a submissive gesture that ended any restraint on her part. Then bending over, I ran my tongue down her abdomen towards her pussy. I saw her thighs splay wider and felt her fingers running through my hair pushing me into the triangle of her sex. I shifted, scurrying around so my feet were facing away from the footboard and I was lying inverted, curled up against her side. I leaned over and kissed her again, tracing the cute gyre of her bellybutton with the tip of my tongue. I could feel her trembling and her fingers grabbing, once again, at my hair. 

"Mmmm ..." a soft girlish gurgle of a protest, but that was all. 

And when I looked back at her, in the dim haze, I could see her eyes glistening, white and wide, dark turbulent pools clouded with lust, waiting eagerly for my mouth to cover her swollen lips, before she closed them again. 

I went lower, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses while I cupped her ass with both my hands. I squeezed and kneaded her butt cheeks until my mouth covered her pussy. My nostrils were filled with her heady, piquant scent as her nectar trickled out of her, her flavor filling my mouth and my senses. 

I looped my arms further around her, with my hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading her wider and sucked her clit into my mouth. I heard her gasp, her body arching, hips thrusting upwards and her fingers digging into my waist. I continued to manipulate her slit, licking up and down and using the tip of my tongue to pry in between her clitoral hood. I did this a few times before sucking the little, hard pea back into my mouth. I held it gently between my teeth and flattening my tongue, working over it as rapidly as I could. 

This time she moaned loudly, a sexy, guttural panting, asking rhetorically, "Ohhhhh! Oh God, what are you doing to me?" 

She was leaking profusely now, that viscid ambrosia streaming down the crack of her ass leaving a growing wet spot on the bed. I could feel her tugging at my hips, pulling my boxers down trying to turn me towards her – she was looking to sixty-nine. We readjusted our bodies, scrambling with somatic urgency, lying on our sides, our faces buried in each other's sex. I could feel her fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass, pulling me to her, as her mouth clamped around my cockhead. 

I was licking and sucking her with the fervor of Satyric lust; pushing my tongue deep into her, wiggling it in and out, feeling her body undulate; the tiny tremors racing from her core making her legs twitch and jerk. I loved the way she tasted, tangy and sweet, and that spicy, distinctive redolence, a fragrance of her musky, erotic flower. 

I pushed a finger into her tight, little hole moving it back and forth, thrilling to the slick, constricting of her cunt while I sucked and licked the lips of her pussy. I was trapped in the concupiscence, drawn in by her tiny climaxes, working her through to the laudatory pinnacle of arousal, again and again. I was discovering that my sister was multi-orgasmic, capable of having several and different types of orgasms. Some, shallow and mild, pleasant spasms that lasted seconds and others, deep and soul wrenching that wracked her body and seemed to endure forever. 

She was moaning around my shaft, sucking the flared head, her delicate fingers, stroking my cock up and down. Her tongue swirled around the pulsing rod, a spiraling, untiring helicoid, teasing the sensitive underside while her lips rode the flared ridge of my glans. She would alternate between sucking on and rubbing the ravaged tip with her fingers, accompanied by the isochronous squeezing of the base near my scrotal sac, an act that caused the mushroomed dome to flare grotesquely, then using the palm of her hand, she would stroke around the coronal rim, rubbing the mushroomed cap made slippery by the comingled salve of spit and precum, sending incredible jolts of pleasure shooting through me. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 03



And just when I though it couldn't get any better, she would suck the tip quickly in and out of her hot little mouth before taking me deep until her face, pressed up against my pubis, was skewered on my raging pole. I could feel her struggle with the gag reflex but the feeling of her swallowing the tip down her throat was inexplicably intense, simply nonpareil. God, she was good; a natural at sucking cock. And what made her so proficient was the fact that she enjoyed it, in fact, she loved giving head. 

We kept pleasuring each other, sucking, stroking, licking, swallowing ... heading inexorably towards that moment of bliss. The closer I got, the surer I was that she wanted me to cum in her mouth and that was when she pulled off of me. 

"Please fuck me, baby, I need you inside me ..." she was pleading in her little girl voice. 

She didn't have to ask twice. I gave her one final lick, a long, wet swipe that ran from her perineum up to the tip of her slit and then climbed on top of her. I straddled her hips with my cock, red and raw, bouncing against her tummy as it throbbed expectantly and leaning over I kissed her, a deep soulful kiss. And while we sucked on each other's tongues, I shimmied downwards, squeezing in between her thighs, my cock leaving a slimy, silver trail of precum along her belly. She spread her legs out wider while I settled on top of her. I could feel the heat rising from her pussy and her fingers groping for me, holding my cock and guiding the tip into her vaginal opening. I pushed with my hips wanting to bury myself in her but instead my cock slid along the wet length of her, burrowing in between the silky lips of her cunt. 

"Ohhhhh ..." it was a soft whimper of protest from deep in her throat.

She grabbed me again, a frantic and quick gesture, guiding the tip back to the portal of her core while pushing her hips back into the mattress to give herself room. This time she held my shaft firmly, positioning the head nestled against her opening. She thrust upwards trying to impale herself and sensing her urgency, I ploughed down. I felt her spreading open and my cock sinking gradually into her cunt until our crotches were pressed together with my cockhead throbbing at her cervical gate. 

"God! Baby, it feels so ... I'm filled up with you!" She gasped into my ear. 

We fit perfectly and why shouldn't we? We were made from the same DNA; cock and cunt matched by genetic code. 

She felt so tight and wet and incredibly hot that I lay there on top of her, unmoving, wanting this feeling to last, to never end. We were fused together, physically and emotionally, and for reasons beyond me, I knew then with certainty that we would forever be one. There might be others in my life but no one would ever be with me like she was. 

I felt her hips moving, fucking upwards at me and heard her gasp when I pulled out, withdrawing all the way so that only the head was in her. I held for a moment, flexed my cock and then drove in again, plowing back deep into her until I felt the puffy hardness of her mons against my crotch. 

"Do it, baby, just fuck me ... fuck your little sister," she whispered lewdly while her hips rolled and undulated under me. 

I began to fuck her in earnest, sliding my entire length in and out of her, feeling the fleshy lips of her pussy gulping at me each time I pulled out. And, when I plunged in, she would thrust up, our timing perfect; immaculately synchronized, not by experience but by lust. We maintained a steady pace fucking each other, our hearts pounding together, breaths steaming against cheeks, hands sliding, grabbing, holding – she was panting and groaning and whimpering and whispering inaudibly into my ear, lewd, incestuous thoughts that urged me on, arousing me further and further. 

"Oh God, you feel so good ..." she groaned out loudly, "Faster baby, faster ... harder ... fuck me, fuck me ... unh, unh ... Ohhhhh ..." 

We picked up the tempo, fucking harder and faster, our bodies slapping against each other. The bed, creaking loudly, the mattress springs groaning, their grating percussion joining the squishy symphony of our sex. 

"Kiss me, Luke ... unh, unh ... kiss me, now ... unh, unh ... kiss your baby sister," she said, her voice breaking in time to my thrusts, and I could feel her searching for my mouth, her breath icy-hot against me. 

I felt her open up and her tongue snake into mine, swirling, twisting sucking and being sucked. She tasted so refreshingly good, incitingly soft and slick as my tongue ran along the roof of her mouth, sliding by the pink insides between her cheeks and gums. I sucked gently on her lips, kissing her chin and throat, arching my neck to suckle on her nipples all the while fucking her without a break in our rhythm. 

And then sensing a change with the cadence of her breathing, her legs tightening, I pressed my fingers into her clit, rubbing just hard enough to push her over the edge and that did it. I felt her hips bridging high, trembling against my body, her cunt in spasms around my cock, her body twitching and jerking under me. This was a deep one. 

"Ahhhhh, I'm cumming! Unhh ... unh ... unh ... I'm cumm-mm-mmmming! Oh God ... don't stop, fuck, fuck ..." 

And as I pumped my cock into my ravishingly lovely sister, she thrashed uncontrollably in the throes of her orgasm, sucking hungrily on the finger I had pushed into her mouth. What a sight she was!

I fucked her faster and harder, ramming in and out of her, wanting to join her at the apex of her climax, to cum with her while she was washed over in waves of pleasure. And then I felt it, that tingling starting at the tip of my cock, my cum boiling up from my balls and she must have sensed it.

"Cum inside me," she hissed, "cum inside your sister ..." 

And I blew. I pumped shot after shot of my sperm deep into her belly, her cunt milking me, our bodies grinding together until there was nothing left but the twitching of my cock inside her. 

"Give it to me. Give it all to me ..." she said in between moans, her words lost in the incoherent rambling of lovemaking. 

She had her legs wrapped around my hips, her hands pulling me into her as I lay on top of her, sweaty and spent. Then we rolled onto our sides. 

"That was so good ..." I said finally and kissed her, "... you feel so tight. Incredible, baby, fucking incredible!" 

We were lying still fused together, my cock buried in her and not fully soft. She was stroking my face, smiling, strands of her hair plastered to her forehead and cheeks. I was playing with her breasts, gently pinching her nipples and holding her to me by small of her back. I could feel the dampness of her skin, the telltale remnants of our vigorous love. 

"There's no hope for us, is there?" she asked in her little girl voice. 

"None. We are doomed to fuck each other until we die!" I assured her with a smile and liked the little laugh that this elicited.

"What are we going to do, Luke? What are we going to say to Dr. Keller?" she asked turning serious again. 

"I don't know but what we are going to do right now is fuck some more!" I said and began stroking gently into her, "I'm going to fuck you silly, baby girl ... fuck you senseless!" 

I maneuvered her so she was on her back again, her knees bent, legs drawn up and her feet bracing against the mattress. Just the look on her face, the wanton, fuck-me-please expression, had me harder than ever. 

"Oh God ..." was her only response as her arms wrapped around my neck. 

***** 

Back to the Present: Hunlen Falls

We found the campsite without too much trouble and even from about a hundred yards, I recognized Rachael's tent. It was sunflower yellow with a picture of Mount Everest on one side and with red, white and blue tassels on top. When I saw the damage to the other tent the first thing that crossed my mind was - BEAR! 

"Shit! That must have been a Grizzly!" I remarked. 

"That's no bear," the big man replied, "it's too neat. Grizzlies are messy critters! You see the clean cuts? No frayed edges - that was done by a knife." 

And as we got closer, he yelled out, "Hi there! Anyone home?" Then after waiting a short pause, he called out again, "Helloooo!" 

There was no response. The camp looked deserted but when we got closer, we saw a man crawling out of Rachael's tent. It was Andrew. I recognized him from the Skype calls we had exchanged while planning the trip but he looked awful, like he'd been 12 rounds with an angry Mike Tyson.

"Luke! Man, it's good to see you!" He said, his words, indistinct, like he had cotton in his mouth. 

He stood up unsteadily, taking a tentative step towards me when his legs buckled. Danny was the first to reach him. A quick, giant stride and he had him around his shoulders. 

He eased him gently to the ground and said, "Easy, little man, easy ..." 

And after a while, what Andrew told us was far worse than anything I could have imagined ...

End of Part 3



Wilderness Paradise Pt. 04



Part 4

The Present - The Reluctant Surrender

Rachael had just crossed the yard and cut the first binding of the rope that secured Susan to the stake when she heard the discommodious sounds of feet trampling through the heavy undergrowth of the brush. It had surprised her. It came from behind her and to her left where Kyla should have been. When she looked up it was Kyla that she saw first, that was before her mind could comprehend the incongruence of what was happening. And then the realization that there was a man behind her sank in with sudden and surprising clarity; a hideous monster with a painted face. There it was; the anathema of her nightmares manifested in the flesh. 

He had Kyla by the hair; head pulled back acutely so that her face was pointing to the sky with an 8-inch, hunting knife held to her throat. And, through the clammy confusion of fear came the cognitive awareness of an irrational and Byzantine parody. On the one hand, she could hear the melody of songbirds accompanying the bristling percussion of leaves as the trees tops swayed to the timeless signature of the breeze, their harmony building to a spirant crescendo before dying to a reluctant silence, stalling then raising its rasping chords again. And on the other hand, she faced the conflicting and fearful reality squinting against the sunlight reflecting off the polished blade, its honed edge pressing with choleric precision into Kyla's jugular.

"I'm sorry, Rach ..." Kyla started, her voice strained by the pressure on her neck. 

Rachael stood frozen, crouched over Sarah, eyes wide and focused with mongoose attention on the monster. The sweet anticipation of exoneration and freedom now curdled in her mouth as the cold fingers of terror squeezed at her heart. It compressed the very breath from her, the pressure building in her chest, suffocating her while her head drummed with the heavy pulse of her pounding heart. "Calm down, calm down, Rachael! Think!" she told herself, "You have to think! It's your only hope!" 

Her mind raced out of control, desperately trying to process the myriad of thoughts - some logical, others irrational and bordering on hysteria and yet others steeped in hope and desperation and fear! How could he have overpowered Kyla so quickly and without a sound? Was Kyla okay? Should she fight? Or run? Yes, run away; escape within the realms of fantasy. And when she opened her eyes, things would be the way they should be and this would prove to be nothing but a cerebral hoax; a bad dream. She was sure that it was her mind's subterfuge creating an illusion of madness and on waking the nightmarish creature would be gone! 

But when she blinked and looked again, nothing had changed. He was still there, only closer and more ominous with Kyla in imminent and extreme danger. She wavered on the ledge of indecision, her thoughts funneled through a venturi to the one person she had depended on all her life: Luke! Luke, I need you! Now, baby, now ...

"Drop it!" it was a soft command but there was no mistaking the underlying menace. 

There was a brief struggle as Kyla fought against the monster. 

"Don't! Don't do it ..." Kyla gasped, struggling ineffectively. 

The man pulled Kyla's head back father and drew the knife lightly across her throat. A tiny droplet of blood trickled slowly down her neck, the slithering trail of a scarlet Asp disappearing into the collar of her shirt. 

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" he hissed shaking her by her hair. 

Rachael hesitated. If she dropped the knife she was helpless; they were helpless. It was the only weapon she had. And then, through the paralyzing fear flashed the thought - the pepper spray! Shit, it was in outside pocket of her backpack! 

She glanced over at it -- about five or six feet away where she had dropped it in her haste and eagerness to get to Sarah. There was no way she could retrieve it in time. She did a quick mental rehearsal: a forward roll that would put her right at the bag, snap the Velcro clasp, fish for the canister and -- and Kyla would be dead! It had been stupid of her to keep it in the backpack. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why didn't she keep the damn thing in her pocket? Oh God, Luke!

"I'm not asking again. Drop it or I'll cut her fuckin' head off!" This time it was a sibilant hiss, his eyes, unblinking; cold blue chips gleaming iridescently. 

There was no mistaking the seriousness of the threat. His chilling demeanor was magnified by the sinister anonymity of camouflage and Rachael knew, with utmost certainty, that he would slit Kyla's throat without a second thought. 

"Listen, you don't have to do ..." Rachael said in a soothingly conciliatory voice. 

He jerked Kyla's head back forcefully, dragging her backwards so that her legs were away from her body unable to support her weight.

"Ahhghh ..." Kyla groaned and struggled to regain her feet. Her voice gurgled sickly as the air supply was cut off from her tracheal passage. 

His eyes had narrowed to slits, a viper before the strike. Rachael knew she that she was dealing in moments, skirting with her friend's life, she had to decide now. She straightened up, looked over at Sarah, then shook her head helplessly and dropped the knife ... *****

Flashback 6 years -- the Morning After

I woke up when I felt my sister extricate herself from the sensual mosaic of arms and legs braided together in night's sybaritic embrace. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and saw her standing by the bed, nude, looking down at me. The covers had pulled away in our frenzied lovemaking leaving us both exposed. 

"You'd better go back to your room, baby," she whispered, "Mom will be up soon." 

I raised myself up on one elbow and lay there, on my side, staring at her, my mind numb, not yet fully awake and teased by the remnants of love and lust. She looked ravishing in the hazy light, her body covered in the variegated deceit of shadows, a hypnagogic Aphrodite - my sister, my lover, my sultry whore. 

"In a minute," I said sleepily and then asked, "Where are you going?" 

"I have to pee. I'm so sore, I can hardly walk!" She murmured then smiled before adding, "You're still leaking out of me." 

She saw me looking at the triangle of her sex, at the enticing portal of her cunt hidden within the nexus of her thighs and I knew that she was feeling self-conscious. She turned slightly, looking away. She was so damn cute. My little Bugs! Was this giddy euphoria, this feeling of unbridled elation, was it love? I mean real love, where the thought of being away from her caused a knot in my chest? I couldn't explain the underlying need that parched my throat and fogged my mind, leaving me wracked and useless. I could only wonder whether these were the symptoms of real love or just the result of hormone-driven infatuation. I wasn't sure but whatever it was, I was filled with it. I couldn't get enough of her. 

I had fucked her three times during the night and she had sucked me off once claiming that her pussy was too sore to make love. That was the last time. And when I climaxed, it was a dry-pulse, an effete jerking and pumping, spilling nothing but a residual dribble of milky ejaculate into her mouth. But that didn't deter her at all; she kept sucking and swallowing, using her fingers to drain me like a straw, an insatiable dryad, squeezing every drop of the viscid elixir down her throat. It gave new meaning to the cliché of being "sucked dry"! That memory, of her lips riding the rim of my cock, was so fuckin' hot that I wanted to do her again. 

She saw my cock twitch, engorging with blood, and let out a squeal, "Oh no! No more. You better leave before I call the police!"

And with that she giggled and ran off into the bathroom. ******

The Confession at the Rookery

By the time Rachael and I came down for breakfast, Dad had left so it was just Mom at the dining table. She was watching the news on the kitchen TV and got up when she saw us. 

"Come on, we're going to the Rookery for breakfast," she said and put her arm around my waist. 

The Garden Rookery was one of our favorite places. They severed breakfast all day and their omelets were to kill for. My favorite was called the "Twisted Vegan". The name was a bit misleading. It was golden-yellow and fluffy and stuffed full of veggies and farmer's cheese wrapped in twisted strips of bacon and served with a piquant, red sauce that would have you begging for mercy. They also offered the best damn Apple Pie, Dutch style, with a cinnamon-crumbly crust. Rachael and I would get it warmed and a la mode with two scoops of their homemade vanilla ice cream soaking into it. We had always shared a plate and the thought of that buttery-cinnamon flavor revived the memory of my sister's juices -- her mucilaginous sap tinged with hints of cloves and sweet spice! 

The large patio had booths against one wall that allowed for privacy while offering a great view of the fountain and gardens. This place was Mom's haven when she wanted to meet with her friends and get away for a few hours.

We made small talk until breakfast was over and just when I felt that this was our first step to normalcy, Mom dropped the bomb. 

She looked down into her coffee, gathering her thoughts, and then addressed us, "I think we need to talk about what happened yesterday but before we do, I'd like to apologize for the way your father and I reacted." 

Apologize? I stopped chewing -- this was a first. 

She looked at both of us and then continued, "I'd better explain. I'm not sure how to say all this but I refuse to be a hypocrite, at least with my children." 

She sat quietly and my mind began conjuring up worst case scenarios when she continued, "You need to know something about me, something that I've kept a secret, um, until now. Not because I'm ashamed of it but because others wouldn't understand. It is not something you normally talk about especially with your kids but considering what happened, it's only fair that you should know how I feel." 

She was speaking quickly and our curiosity was now piqued; we both sat staring at her. Rachael had put her fork down and had stopped eating. It was obvious that my mother was struggling with what she was about to tell us and I didn't want to rush her. Mom could talk a monkey off a tree so whatever it was, it must have been important. 

"Your father and I disagree because," she paused, "... I know exactly what the two of you are going through ..." 

She stopped and stared into her coffee again, then looked at us deliberately and dropped the hammer, "I've shared some of the same experiences with my brothers." 

There was dead silence. The shrill cacophony of the neighboring conversations and the restaurant's ceramic clatter faded into a halcyon white-noise leaving the three of us isolated in a Bizarro world. Whoa! Mom and Uncle Phillip? And Uncle Jack? I couldn't believe it. They acted so normal together at our family reunions. They couldn't have done it -- they couldn't have fucked each other! There was a difference once you were intimate with someone and they didn't behave any differently. But what the heck do I know! My mind was spinning from the implications of my mother's confession: Mom with her brothers and now Rach and me? Did this run in families? That was a thought, a possible dissertation for my doctorate someday!

Rachael, who had been quiet until then, was now studying Mom with rapt attention. She gave me a quick look and smiled and then I felt her hand on my lap, squeezing my thigh under the sanctuary of the table. 

"You mean you did it with Uncle Phil and ..." her voice sounded breathless. 

"Yes!" Mom cut her off, "We can leave it at that or you are welcome to ask me questions and I'll answer them as honestly as I can. But I don't believe I was impacted negatively because of it. On the contrary, I have only positive memories and feelings. Having two people who loved me and allowed me to explore my sexuality was the best thing that could have happened to me at that stage in my life." 

We were all quiet for a while coming to terms with the nuances of this revelation and the impact that it would have going forward. I felt Rachael holding my hand, fingers interlaced and resting on my lap. Then she kissed me on the cheek, not like a sister but with the familiarity of a lover, and sighed and laid her head on my shoulder. She disengaged her hand form mine and began rubbing the inside of my thighs. 

Mom looked at us and smiled ruefully and then looked away again. I wondered what she was thinking seeing us now, her children sitting across from her, obviously lovers. Did it bring back the memories of her brothers? Was there any regret or did it rekindle her desire? I wish I could have known but some things can't be asked, they need to be revealed. 

I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, without talking, but it was Rachael who spoke first, "When did it start, Mom, and how?" she asked gently. 

My mother smiled, a wry smile, as though the incident had been a funny one. Then I saw her take a deep breath before beginning. 

"I think the first time I was openly aware of Phillip sexually was when I inadvertently caught Lisa Keating with him. They were behind the garage and she was ..." her voice trailed off and I knew my mom was struggling for the appropriate words, "she was, um, masturbating him. Lisa was his girlfriend and was very pretty. I remember feeling jealous of her when we first met, which was confusing, but it might have been because she was the first girl that Phillip was so taken with. He had just graduated high school and was getting ready to leave for college and they were spending as much time together as they could." 

She sipped her coffee before going on.

"I had seen them kissing and fooling around before but nothing serious, just cutesy things. This was a first and the thing I remember most was being extremely excited and very confused. I didn't know if I should stay or run but I guess my curiosity won out. I stayed, hidden behind the side wall, and watched them with fascination. Their sensual burlesque was mesmerizing -- it was like being a voyeur at a private sex show. I was quite naïve so this was a major revelation for me. I also remember feeling frightened and thrilled at the possibility of being caught. I couldn't breathe. I can still recall the anxiety ... it was all so crazy and amazing at the same time. I waited until they had finished and then ran as fast as I could to my room. I wanted to replay it in my head as many times as I could before the memory of it faded!" 

Her cheeks were flushed and I could tell she was either embarrassed or excited by her recollections. 

"That night I couldn't sleep; my mind was buzzing with what I had witnessed. I tossed and turned thinking about them and about Phillip, about ..." she waited a bit, as though she was sorting through and arranging the memories so she could verbalize them, "... about how incredibly exciting the climax was. What I didn't know was that my brother had seen me standing there. That night, after my parents had gone to sleep, he came into my bedroom and took me. Not by force but gently and with love -- I wanted him to. I couldn't have asked for a better initiation for ... um, you know, for my first time; to lose it, to lose my virginity! And, I have never regretted gifting it to my brother. So there, now you know."

She looked away into the distance and I could tell that she was uncomfortable having shared something so intimate with her children. After all, she was our mother. I loved her phrasing of the last part -- "gifting" -- for that was exactly what it was. A woman gifts herself to a man especially the first time! 

I reached across the table and squeezed her hand, "Thanks, Mom. That's pretty intense and must have been difficult ..." 

"What about Uncle Jack?" Rachael asked, cutting me off. 

"Oh, Uncle Jack, yes, of course; one night about a year later Phillip brought Jack with him and we had a threesome, a ménage a trois. They had to talk me into it and even though it was really exciting, I preferred being with each of them alone. Jack was only two years older than me and was the quiet one. We were intimate for a very short time. He was also a lot more religious and honestly, he was a lot less enthusiastic about the liaison. I think he thought of it as some egregious blasphemy against the church. But with Phillip ..." 

She left it unsaid. She didn't need to elaborate, the answer was there, said with simple honesty if you bothered to read between the lines. 

"Do you two still ..." I started but didn't quite know how to ask the question.

"No. We were lovers for quite a while but it stopped when I married your father." 

"Does Daddy know?" Rachael asked.

"No. And I don't ever want him to find out. It would hurt him deeply and I'd rather die than see him hurt!" 

I had a feeling she said that for our benefit, for us to use some discretion and to be careful when my father was around. 

"When was the last time Uncle Phil and you were together?" Rachael persisted, "Like lovers?" 

My mother was quiet. I don't think she had meant this to be about her; with us delving into her past. I think she thought that her empathy would have been sufficient. However, she hadn't counted on Rachael who was, well, just being Rachael. To her credit my mother tried to answer the question as forthrightly as possible but like most relationships involving love and sex, the answers weren't quite that simple. 

"When things got serious between your father and me, I called Phil and told him we couldn't be lovers anymore and that I had found the man I wanted to marry. At first he was upset but later, after we had talked about it, he calmed down and said he understood, that it was all for the best anyway. He was posted in Germany at that time so it was actually a blessing. I could focus my entire attention on your father." 

She reached across the table for the sugar, added another packet and stirred it into her coffee -- Mom had a sweet tooth and the joke at home was that she drank sugar with her coffee! 

"On the day of our wedding, Phil surprised us. He had been granted emergency leave and caught a late flight from Frankfurt to New York and then drove all night. It was early when he got home and I was still in bed. Normally in the mornings, Mom and Dad were quieter than monks in a monastery. Dad would watch the news and Mom would read the newspapers until we were all up but that morning, I could hear voices in the kitchen. I didn't think much of it -- I mean it was my big day and I assumed they were talking about it. Then things quieted down again and I dozed off to sleep." 

She fell silent again. It didn't take a Rocket Scientist to figure out where this was going. 

"You don't have to explain, Mom, you really don't! We understand. Right, Rachael?" I said and elbowed my sister. 

"No, I want to know. I have a right to know ..." she said, her tone turning brattish and petulant. 

"It's okay, dear, I don't mind," she said to me before continuing, "It's just that some of this is pretty complex and convoluted. I loved your uncle in ways sisters don't normally love their brothers ..." she paused and looked at my sister, "I think you'll understand that." 

Rachael blushed then nodded and a little later I felt her hand groping between my legs for me. 

"He told Mom and Dad that he was going to surprise me that he had a special present for me: and he did. Before I knew what was happening, he was in bed with me ..." she stopped and I could tell that the memory was a difficult one, maybe even painful, but she collected herself and continued, "... and was forcing himself into me. I struggled at first and threatened to scream but that didn't stop him. He just laughed telling me to go ahead, that he would tell Mom and Dad everything and would tell your father to call off the wedding, that I was not in love with him. And while he was saying this he was on top of me, doing it; making love to me, if you could even call it that." 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 04



I was in shock. My mind was being overwhelmed by lewd images of Uncle Phillip and my mother. I glanced obliquely at Rachael and knew that she, like me, was trying to digest this giddy information. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and there was a subtle change in her breathing. I felt her fingers tighten around me just as Mom continued.

"I couldn't stop him; deep down inside, I didn't want to stop him. Nothing felt as good as when I was with him and he knew it! And that's that only sad part. It was never the same with your father. I loved him dearly but it was very different; when I was with Phillip I felt complete in ways I can't explain."

Mom was admitting to us that she had been intimate with her brother on her wedding day and that her feelings for him transcended even her conjugal bonds -- this was getting pretty heavy! I stared at my mother as if seeing her for the first time. I don't think I can ever describe the feelings coursing through me at that moment. Excitement, vindication, gratitude, shock and even disappointment -- it ran the entire gamut. But, most of all I felt an overwhelming sense of love for her. 

"When it was over, I cried and told him that he was a bastard for taking advantage of me and that I could never forgive him for ruining my wedding day ..." she was talking softly now, "But in the end, I wanted it as much as he did. We stayed in bed and made love all morning and into the afternoon almost until I had to get dressed. Mom and Dad never asked and we never explained what we did in my room all that time. I think they knew but they never brought it up. That was it; that was the last time we were intimate." 

"Do you think of him, Mom, I mean ..." Rachael started then stopped not knowing if she was crossing boundaries but then decided to press on, "... when you are with Dad? Do you still miss him?"

"I used to think of Phillip a lot more early on, when your father and I were first married. Now, I do, occasionally." Mom replied with sincerity, "And I miss him when I'm feeling lonely. It was not just the sex; my brother could make me laugh. He had a way of making things better ..." 

Rachael reached across the table and squeezed Mom's hand then holding it up to her face, she kissed it gently, "I love you, Mom, and thank you for being honest and sharing this, this incredible part of your life. I'm not sure how it's going to turn out for us but I will always love Luke, always!" 

"I know, dear, and that was one of the reasons I wanted you to know. There are risks in loving your brother," Mom answered her voice tinged with melancholy. 

"What about Dr. Keller, Mom? Do we have to see her?" Rachael asked, "I really don't want to tell someone about my feelings for Luke. It's none of their business!"

"I understand but unfortunately, yes, you have to see her. Your father set it up. But don't worry about it -- go see her today and then I'll run interference with your father." 

My mother's confession had a profound effect on me. As far as I was concerned, it legitimized my feelings for Rachael and had gotten me super-excited. And by that time, my cock was rock hard, threatening to explode, throbbing like a pressurized, hydraulic hose. It didn't help that Rachael was now fondling it through my trousers. This whole "confession thing" was affecting her as much as it did me. 

"We have a little time," my mother said looking at her watch, "we can sit here and talk or I can drop you off at her office and pick you up later. Just call me when you are done."

I was in a predicament, I couldn't stand up. I'd fracture my damn penis, that's for sure! And, to compound the dilemma, I didn't want my sister's sensual caresses to stop. It felt absolutely fantastic having her delicate fingers fluttering up and down my shaft, squeezing and stroking it, shagging me gently while my mother and the people around us remained oblivious. And while she was pleasuring me, she stared at the menu as if memorizing the entire list. Her cheeks, oddly rutilant, blushing rouge pink and if Mom suspected something, she didn't let on. 

"Can I have another cup of coffee?" I pleaded hoping that a bit of time would solve the problem. 

I tugged at Rachael's hand trying to get her off of me and whispered in her ear, "What are you doing? Behave!"

But that had no effect on her, none at all and instead, much to my astonishment and consternation, I felt her unzipping my fly. Now, I was certain that Mom would have noticed but my mother was looking past us to the doorway leading to the patio and waving at someone. 

"Look its Beth!" Mom said standing up, waving, "Beth! Beth! Here ..." 

Beth Agnoli was a member of Mom's dance group. She was small and thin with dark features, big, bright eyes and a quick smile. Her son, Alex was in the same class as Rachael. I hadn't seen Mrs. Agnoli in quite a while but I was grateful for her propitious timing. 

"Hello Maggie," she said, hugging Mom. They were standing right next to Rachael. 

That didn't faze my sister one bit. I felt her fingers wrap around my cock, drawing it cautiously out of my trousers. She looked sideways at me and smiled triumphantly. She was leaning forward, her left elbow on the table, using her body to shield us. My mother and Mrs. Agnoli were within inches of the table with waiters and waitresses bustling about, all in dangerously close proximity and my sister sat there nonchalantly diddling me! It was surreal. 

Mrs. Agnoli turned and looked down at us. 

"Rachael, you get prettier every day!" She gushed, then turning to Mom, "... Maggie, she really should try modeling!" 

My mother laughed politely. She was used to hearing this. There's no explaining the fascination with blue eyes and blond hair not that Rachael wasn't pretty but I'm sure that should she have been a brunette with brown eyes, people wouldn't have made such a fuss. 

"Thank you," Rachael murmured demurely and squeezed my cock making me squirm. 

"And Luke, look at you! My god, you've grown so big! How tall are you?" She asked looking over Rachael's head at me. 

"He is big," Rachael said giggling softly and squeezing my cock again. 

My mother gave her a sharp, curious look and repeated, "How tall are you, Luke, six-one?"

"Six-two, Mom," I replied quickly trying as hard as I could to sound normal. 

It was a challenge to remain still with Rachael fondling the slick head of my cock. Her fingers were relentless, massaging the sensitive ridge causing jolts of pleasure to race through my body, making my toes curl. The slippery pressure of her hand riding back and forth across inflamed dome made me twitch uncontrollably and the inscrutable mask of insouciance was beginning to crack as wave after wave began to crest and peak.

The unbelievable part was that no one seemed to notice the salacious masquerade that was unfolding, either that, or they pretended not to notice. I couldn't believe that Mom hadn't figured out what Rachael was doing. 

They stood chatting while Rachael kept stroking me, slowly and sensually. The soft clicking of my foreskin, lubed slick with precum, reverberated in my head ricocheting within my dormant rationale, those cautionary sounds that were incessantly cajoled by her exquisite stroking. 

Unable to control her, I closed my eyes and willed the world away, my body run through by the profusion of desire and lust. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about my Uncle fucking my mother on her wedding day -- that was so cool. I knew then that I would do that too. I would fuck Rachael on her wedding day so that it was me she tasted in her mouth and my cum that she felt trickling down her thighs when she walked down the aisle. It would become a family tradition.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mrs. Agnoli said goodbye and left. 

"I'm going to get another cup of coffee," I said hoping that it would distract Mom. 

"I could use another cup too!" she joined in and waved down a waiter, "I have to use the ladies room. Rachael, do you want to come?"

"I'm good, Mom. I'm thinking of having a second helping of dessert!" she said, tongue in cheek and flipped the menu card over. 

The double entendre was lost on Mom and she said, "Go ahead and order for me -- I'll try the caffé latte." 

As soon as Mom disappeared into the main building, Rachael did something that surprised the heck out of me. She scooted down under the table and in one svelte move, sucked my cock into her mouth. She tugged impatiently at my legs so that I had to lean back slightly and inch my ass forward to give her sufficient access. I looked around furtively, certain that someone must have noticed her table-dive, but everything seemed normal; people were engrossed in their own conversations and were paying no particular attention to our increasingly gauche behavior. It helped that our booth was sequestered towards the end of the patio away from most of the congestion. But it was still quite remarkable that in a place to crammed full with people that not a single person noticed my sister's prurient behavior. 

I slipped my hand under the table, running my fingers through her silky, soft mane; pulling her gently into my crotch thrilling to the feel of her mouth, hot and wet, sliding up and down my shaft. She had worked up a steady rhythm, coaxing me with her fingers, sucking and stroking alternately, her soft whispers pleading and urging me to disembogue. 

"Cum for me, baby, please ..." she whimpered in her little girl voice, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm ..." moaning in staccato as she sucked the flared tip in and out, her head bobbing frenetically on my dick. 

"Ssshhh, not so loud, Rach ... oh God ...." I whispered down to her. 

"Promise me you will do what Uncle Phil did to Mom," she said, squeezing the root of my cock tightly, "promise me that you will fuck me on my wedding day, darling brother, promise me that, promise me ..." 

"I will, I promise ..." I whispered, "... not just your wedding day; I will fuck you forever, sis," I croaked in response. 

I could feel her breath, hot and damp against my lap, rasping in time to the sweet, slurping sounds of her paratrophic fervor. 

I kept turning around, checking for Mom, perversely thrilled by the chance of discovery and my sister's oral proficiency. She was cock-crazed, a tortured nymphet, hot and indefatigable and I was her prisoner. We were both spurred on by thoughts of my mother with her brothers doing the things we were doing, our sibling debauchery rising, bubbling up and boiling over in a cauldron of white, turbid heat. We were their souls reincarnated again to fulfill the bliss that I am sure they pined for.

I knew that I couldn't last much longer and all too soon I felt the incipient tingling at the coronal rim as my cock flexed in her mouth. My sperm was primed and churning at the base of my shaft. 

"I'm close, baby, I'm going to cum soon," I groaned, "Suck it, suck the head ..."

I grabbed her hair, holding her in place and jacked myself into her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock, wetting my fingers as she lashed and licked indiscriminately, her mouth, open, wanting, waiting eagerly for the fleshy reward she had worked so hard for. 

"Tell me when," she murmured, "I want it all, baby ... cum for me, please, cum for your sister!" 

Her hands were pressed against my thighs, fingers digging into the fabric of my trousers. It only took a few more strokes before I began discharging into her.

"Suck it, suck it, baby, I'm cumming ... ohhhh ..." I gasped incoherently. 

As soon as the first ropey glob hit the back of her throat her mouth closed around the tip and she began sucking with a ferocity that was unmatched by any of my prior experiences. My legs twitched and went rigid and I doubled over onto the table. She ripped my hand away and took over stroking me while maintaining her frenetic suction, swallowing and moaning as the musty fluids drained down her throat. And while she serviced the pulsing head, I thought I had surely died and gone to heaven. 

During the post-climactic respite my senses gradually regained their rationale. I looked around but there was no sign of Mom and no one had caught on. It was amazing! Rachael had done it -- she had blown me in a public place and that was a first for us. 

I felt her give my softening penis a final suck then, tucking it back into my trousers, she zipped me up. I was still tingling from my orgasm when she scrambled back up to her seat. The timing was immaculate, she had just enough time to settle back and take a sip her milkshake when I saw Mom walking back towards us. 

Rachael smacked her lips, hugged my arm and said, "Mmmm, darling, that was the best dessert ever!"

Mom sat down, looked over at Rachael and said calmly, "You need to wipe your chin, dear."

There was no mistaking the small, stringy drop of ejaculate clinging to the side of my sister's chin. I cringed and was speechless. *****

Back to the Present: The Cavalry 

We cleaned and redressed Andrew's wounds and moved him to a cubbyhole about fifty yards from the camp site. 

"He'll be safer here," Danny said laying him down. 

It was small niche in the rocks that the giant had found after reconnoitering the area, a perfect hiding place tucked behind a dense cluster of tree. It was also favorably positioned atop a slight incline making it almost impossible for anyone or anything to surprise him. 

"The guy is left-handed," I said to the big man. I had noticed the damage to Andrew's right side. 

"Yeah, you're absolutely right," Danny concurred, giving Andrew a quick once over. 

"Keep that in mind if he comes at you, southpaws are difficult at best." I advised.

We made sure Andrew was warm, wrapped in several blankets, checked on his water supply and left him a few of our granola bars before we continued on our search for Rachael except now, there was a renewed urgency; I could sense it in the big man.

"Don't move until we are back," the giant ordered and smiled, "you hear?" 

Andrew gave us a brave smile and then waved us on, the can of bear repellent still in his hand, "Go on. Find them. I'll be fine." 

It became pretty evident that though he was hurt and distraught, Andrew was certain that the giant would bring his sister back to him. Like all the others who met Daniel Benn, he fell under the big man's spell. It must have been the element of competition (for the affections of my sister) that I felt which had me inured to his Mountain Man charms ... well, not completely immune. I was beginning to treat him like he was my family. *****

We arrived at the small waterfall without too much trouble. It was obvious that Rachael and Kyla weren't trying to hide their tracks -- a blind man with one leg could have found them. 

While I looked around, Danny went over to the pool and dunked his head in then threw it back sending spray about a mile wide! 

He slicked his hair back and shivered, "Brrrrr ... it's colder than a witch's teat!" 

I smiled; I hadn't heard that one before -- a witch's teat? He was indeed a strange and intriguing man. 

"Hey, look at that, there's something under the water ... there," the big man said pointing towards the right side of the lagoon where the water was shallower.

I walked towards the rocks above the pool to get a better look when he leaned over the edge and with the accuracy of a diving Osprey, he fished it out. It was a scarf. 

He squeezed the water out with one huge hand and tossed it over to me. The large kerchief was faded red with a Dogwood floral pattern in black on the edge near the hem. There was an owl in the center. It was Rachael's -- a gift from Dad. When she climbed, she usually wore it knotted around her neck much like a cowboy's bandana. 

"It's Rachael's," I said in a somber tone, my heart constricting at the thought that something might have happened to her. 

He studied me for a moment, aware of my building apprehension. 

"Hey, listen to me little man, the fact that it was placed under the water with a stone on it tells me she put it there for us -- a sign so we would know she's okay and that we are on the right track. That's what it means so stop worrying!" 

The logic was pretty convincing. The abductor wouldn't have gone through the trouble of placing the kerchief under the water and securing it with a sizable rock. Why would he leave an evidential trace behind? 

"She left it there for me, so I could find her," I said feeling better and quick to correct his earlier sentence. 

He smiled, his emerald green eyes twinkling, the corners crinkling up, "You should know that she left it for us. She knows I'm with you -- it's that karma thing you explained earlier. Boy, you are obdurate!" 

I was beginning to regret teaching him that word -- he now coined sentences up just so he could use it! But I missed her so much that without thinking I pressed my face into her scarf and was shocked by the algid dampness of it. It instantly chilled my face, jolting me back and when I looked over at Danny, he was smiling, "Don't worry, Luke, we will find her; it's my destiny!" 

"Do we go left or right?" I said quickly trying to regain my composure. 

"That's the strange thing. There are no tracks in either direction!" he replied with a bewildered expression. 

"You think that there is a way under the water, maybe a submerged tunnel, and that's why she placed the scarf there?" I asked the big man. 

"No, I looked ..." he said scratching his chin, "... it's solid rock." 

We stood scanning the area around the waterfall, looking for any clues but apart from the scarf there was nothing. It was like they had been swallowed up by the mountain. 

"You go that way," the big man said pointing left, "I'll look here and maybe we'll come up with something." 

It wasn't long before I spotted the ribbons, more like swatches torn from a shirt. They were tied to the stems of a bush. They were yellow and fluttering in the wind.

"Danny, there's something here ..." I called out and began climbing towards the fluttering rags. 

It was only when we got there that we noticed the dark opening behind the bushes. 

"Well, well, look what we have here!" the big man growled pushing the bushes aside exposing the entrance to the cave. 

We entered, cautiously, but after only a few feet, Danny grabbed my arm and retreated.

"Come on, I think I know where we are," he said, "there's a way around ..."

"They must have gone through here. Let's just follow this," I argued.

"No, it's too easy for someone to hide in there and ambush us. Trust me, I know where we are!"

I wasn't going to argue. He knew these mountains and I was beginning to trust him and his intuition: when it comes to shit like this, brothers don't argue, they trust each other blindly. *****

Prisoners

As soon as Rachael relinquished the knife Josh Woodard knew that it was over, there would be no resistance, at least for now. He stepped towards it and swiftly kicked it away into the bushes then instructed Rachael to open the front door of the cabin. Once the door was open, he herded them in all the while keeping his hold on Kyla. 

It was dark inside and it took a while for their eyes to adjust to the dimness. The sunlight was muted at best, filtering through a crack in the only window which was located high on the eastside wall. They stood still, their hearts pounding with fear unsure of what was in store for them. 

The main room that they were standing in was rectangular, more long than wide, with a wooden floor that was covered in quilted furs -- the skins of bear, deer, rabbits and foxes all crudely woven in a feral tapestry. The rest of the interior was nondescript except for the rather impressive pelt in the center of the room. It was bearskin, obviously that of a grizzly, sprawled majestically in lifeless splendor. It was enormous with a head the size of ten gallon drum and measuring at least fourteen or fifteen feet in length. Its mouth was frozen open revealing huge canines and the two black holes high on the head told the story of its demise. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 04



A large, wooden table, made with indecorous craftsmanship, stood in the far corner with an equally crude work-counter besides it. It was all functional without wasting time on the aesthetics. There was an old, nicked up chair on one side of the table and lanterns in each of the corners. The large door towards rear was bolted closed. There was a small doorway that led to another room to the far right of the cabin but it was bathed in darkness. 

On the right side, before the darkened vestibule, was a wood burning pit with rocks placed in a circle that acted as a stove-top. And next to it were several smoke-blackened pots and pans. That must have been his kitchen. And, in the corner next to the utensils was a 55 gallon drum filled with water and fitted with a plastic faucet at the bottom. All things considered, this was a pretty cozy set-up. 

When Woodard opened the huge backdoor, it revealed a small cubicle without egress, like a storage room. But it was empty except for a tattered blanket and a small lambskin pelt lying twisted on the floor. 

"You two," he said, motioning to Rachael and Sarah, "get in. Come on, I don't have a lot of time. Get in!" 

"No. You're not splitting us up," Rachael said defiantly, "What about Kyla? Where are you taking her?"

"Don't worry I'm not going to hurt her. There isn't enough room in here," he replied, nodding to the room, his tone sounding reasonable. 

Rachael turned and peeked into the room, to get her bearings, but that was exactly what he had hoped for. Without warning he pushed her, hard, the heel of his hand hitting her in between her shoulder blades. It was instant whiplash - her head snapped backwards as she went tumbling into the room, sprawling onto the floor on all fours and while she gathered herself and was getting up, he shoved Sarah in after her. The smaller woman tripped and the two women fell back in a heap. All the while he had Kyla by her hair. 

"Hey! Hey, wait! What ..." Rachael started to say but the door slammed in her face.

She could hear the cross bar sliding home with finality. They were now prisoners in a room that was pitch black. 

"Rachael, I can't see anything. What's he going to do?" Sarah asked, her voice shaking with fear. 

"I don't know but you have to get yourself together. We need to think and be ready to take action. Can you do that, Sarah?"

Sarah nodded in the dark but didn't reply. Her emotions were frayed and she was near the limits of her sanity, on the verge of a breakdown. She had been frightened out of her wits when the man had grabbed her and then, just when it seemed hopeless for her, Rachael had turned up. But the relief she felt then was too short lived. It was all just too much, this roller coaster ride. Now, in the dark, her fear was getting the better of her and there was nothing she could do. Her grip on Rachael's arm tightened and he began shaking uncontrollably. The demons began crawling up her back. 

She fought it, the obvious disconnect from reality, but it was no use. She threw her head back and screamed ... *****

Hiding in Fantasy

Josh Woodard's excitement was building to the point of bursting. He had them -- three of them. Even in his wildest dreams he hadn't thought this could happen. He wanted Rachael, the tall, fleshy, blond one -- she was the crème de la crème, the one who really turned him on. He would take his time with her, relishing every moment but that would be for later. Now, this sexy vixen would have to do. Just holding her against him had aroused him. He was sure she had felt his cock pressing into her nice, tight butt. And, he had her intimidated enough so she wouldn't create any problems. 

He was constrained by time; he had to go back and take care of the small girl's brother. He was surprised when he had heard them kissing in the tent and it dawned on him that she was fucking her own brother! Fuckin' perverts! He would teach her what a real man could do for her. That was going to be nice, yes, so damn nice. But for now he needed this one. 

He dragged Kyla into the adjacent room, his bedroom, and pushed her in, letting go of her hair. They stared at each other, predator and prey sizing each other. His eyes wandered deliberately down her body, his gaze, lingering at the sharp crescent of her thighs. Her eyes wide with fright was searching desperately for an escape. 

"You do what you are told and no one gets hurt. You cooperate and all of you will go free very soon. If you don't I will fuck you anyway and then I'll cut you all up into little pieces and feed you to the bears. I'll start with your pretty friend and I'll make you watch. Do you understand?"

At that moment they heard Sarah's muffled scream. 

Woodard smiled, "She can scream all she wants. You can scream too if you want, no one can hear you here; no one, except me and I like it when you scream!" 

Kyla couldn't speak. Her mouth was parched, her throat, clamped tight with laryngitis as the coils of terror constricted her very being. 

"Get on the bed," he instructed his voice, hoarse and vicious. 

Kyla hesitated and then realizing that there was no escaping, she made her decision. She would cooperate to buy them time. There was hope as long as Luke was out there. And, there was no use in struggling; it would be futile. He was too strong -- she had felt his strength earlier when he had come up behind her and subdued her easily. 

She walked slowly to the bed and sat on the edge away from Woodard. 

"Lie down and close your eyes," he hissed coming over to the bed and standing over her. 

Her mind was racing as she tried to distract herself and think of other things. She had this fantasy steeped in 1001 Arabian Nights, where she was sold to an Arab Sheik to be part of his harem. She closed her eyes and transported herself to that exotic place; a land of thieves, camels, caravans and palaces. She had been captured by Bedouins and sold as a slave girl to be kept at the beck and call of the Sheik's whim. 

The other girls in the harem despised her -- the outsider, this blond, blue-eyed bitch who would have an advantage when they all competed for the Sheik's attention. 

The ebony-skinned Eunuchs had bathed her in perfumes, shaved her pubis and clothed her in a flowing, diaphanous tunic, a kameez, under which she was naked. Then they led her to the selection chamber where there were twenty other beautiful girls, all prepped and ready like her. She stood there, her heart racing, hoping that the he would choose her -- this dark, handsome man with a cruel face: her master. 

"Do it. Lie down, now!" he commanded. 

She felt his hand on her shoulder and then she was forced onto her back. He tied her spread-eagled to his bed and she felt herself getting wet. She was happy that the sheik had picked her tonight ...

End of Part 4 



Wilderness Paradise Pt. 05



Flashback a few years – Rachael and Luke

The Mistake

How does one fuck up a perfectly good relationship? And I mean "perfect" in every way – my sister, Rachael, and I loved each other, loved fucking each other and loved hanging out, just being together. It was more than just 'good'; there wasn't an adjective that I could think of that would adequately express what we had – something beyond brilliant. In fact, I had to tear myself away to spend time with my buddies, the clan of troglodytes, to prevent them (and, more importantly, Dad) from getting suspicious. So how exactly did I fuck it up? Chalk it up to my deep rooted insecurity and a stud named Dennis Stolle. There was a bit of history so bear with me. 

Subsequent to Mom's confession at the Rookery about her own past involving her brother, we had an ally at home and that was really cool. True to her word, Mom ran interference with Dad, taking him out of the house as much as she could, to give us privacy. Rachael and I took full advantage of that. We fucked every chance we got; mornings, afternoons, evenings, nights and whenever our schedules permitted. It ran contrary to logic. Instead of getting jaded (with each other), the more we fucked the more we felt the need to be together. Rachael would often skip class and call me, whispering vulgar innuendos in her little girl voice, and I would race home like a madman just so we could make love. We couldn't get enough of each other. 

Mom was happy for us but with Dad, it was another matter altogether. He had his suspicions about us, or more accurately, about me. His curfew checks became more frequent and unpredictable. He would stop by Rachael's room after dinner; sometimes early and often times late, before he retired for the night, but never at the same time. If it wasn't so inconvenient, it would've been funny. Unlike my mother, Dad lacked the subtle nuances of deception. He was an open book. 

He would knock and I would dive under the bed and play possum while he chatted with her about the most mundane of things. 

"How was school, honey?" or "How was your day, Rach?" or "How was practice?" Anything to cover up the fact that he was really there checking to make sure she was alone. His eyes would dart with parental efficacy, scrutinizing every nook and corner or he'd wander to the bathroom and poke his head in, "We need to replace those tiles, honey, remind me, okay?" or some other ambiguous observation while making sure that I wasn't hiding in there. But he never bothered to check under the proverbial bed – the oldest of sanctuaries for those irreverent lovers! He must have thought that I was too big to fit under there. 

It was obvious that Rachael was his favorite – I mean, she was blond and blue eyed like him and looked a lot like his sister who lived in Wales. And like mothers and sons, there was a Freudian closeness between fathers and daughters. I was okay with that – I understood the relationship because Mom and I were very close. No, it was nothing sexual; I took after her side of the family and was a lot like her brother, Phillip. 

One day while Rachael and I were kissing, he knocked. It was really late, almost midnight, and we thought he had gone to sleep but we were wrong. His sense of paternal duty and his archaic beliefs, cemented in the societal norms of morality, drove him to maintain control and prevent this disapprobation. It compelled him to make sure that his daughter wasn't being seduced by her brother willingly or otherwise. I was obviously the villain in this Cyprian play. 

"Rachael? Are you sleeping, honey?" his deep voice cut through the door, "It's your father."

Like she wouldn't know who the voice belonged to! 

"Just a minute, Dad, I need to put something on!" 

I waited for her to flush the toilet to camouflage the sounds of me scrambling under the bed. It wasn't very comfortable but there was just enough space for me to squeeze in. She slipped her bathrobe on, straightened the bedcovers and after making sure that there were no telltale feet poking through the bedskirt, she opened the door.

"What's up, Dad?" she asked, "It's late. I was just getting ready for bed."

"May I come in? I know, honey, and I'm sorry but it's important." He was always very proper. 

My sister left the door open and walked back to the bed and sat down. From my strategic perspective on the carpet, I could see her reflection in the closet mirror but my dad was just beyond my peripheral vision. She leaned back against the headboard, pulling her knees up under her chin. My father sat down near the foot of the bed, facing her. I could tell by the placement of his feet. 

"Is something wrong, Dad?" she asked. 

"No, honey, nothing's wrong. I wanted to talk to you about something that has been on my mind. It's a little personal but I think it's important." He took a moment before proceeding, "Your mother seems to think that this whole thing is a phase and that both of you will grow out of it and she may be right, but I feel differently. As your father I need to make sure that both of you are okay. That neither one gets hurt. Does that make sense?" 

"I think so, Dad but," she paused, "... but why would we get hurt?" 

He thought about it or pretended to; knowing the professor, he had prepared well for this and every other contingency related to this. He would have had all the bases covered.

"It's like the butterfly effect. A small indiscretion today can have major ramifications tomorrow. Putting aside the moral aspect of incest, there are serious psychological repercussions – especially for you. Boys and girls are wired differently; physiologically and emotionally. It is the anthropological evolution of human sexuality, a process that has evolved over millions of years to ensure that our species will survive." 

What? What the heck is he saying? The Butterfly Effect, Chaos Theory, Anthropology? This sounded like Greek to me but gaging from my sister's expression, it made perfect sense to her; like she understood every word. I definitely needed to stop hanging out with the trogs as much and expand the horizons of my reading material. I don't think Men's Health, Penthouse and Extreme Cage Fighting are going to do it. 

Dad continued, "Luke is at a stage where his hormones make the decisions. It is not emotional or moral. Any girl who appeals to him and is available is fair game. As a young man, it's simple for him, have sex and move on. The more women he's with the better his chances are for his genes to be promulgated. Not literally anymore but that's how we evolved."

Now wait a minute, wait one fuckin' minute. I was tempted to wiggle out from my subterranean refuge and defend myself. Any girl? I wasn't brain dead, Dad, and neither am I totally void of emotion – you're wrong; dead wrong! And just maybe your theory regarding evolution is all fucked up! 

It was like he read my mind when he resumed. 

"Now, I'll admit that that is a broad generalization but I doubt I'm wrong. I was once his age so I should know. Girls, on the other hand, develop emotionally; they have to because of child bearing and rearing. They are also more likely to bond with their sexual partners. I'd hate to see you get hurt and miss out on all the wonderful experiences that are waiting there for you. You need to meet other people, other boys and figure out what it is that you are looking for in a man. This is an exciting phase of your life. Experiencing it and discovering yourself is part of human development and now, now is the time for you to do that."

They were silent. I could see Rachael, crouched over, hugging her knees, staring at the bed like she was cogitating on the spiel that Dad just laid on her. She looked so vulnerable that my heart ached for her. 

"Whatever happened to James, that nice boy you were dating?" Dad asked. 

"Oh, you mean Gorilla Grodd?" She asked tongue in cheek, her face lighting up in humor. She gave me a quick peek in the mirror. 

I almost burst out laughing. My dad had a particular aversion for derogatory nicknames, irrespective of the context. He didn't condone it or think it was funny. He really was one of the good guys - straight as an arrow. 

"Now, now, little girl, let's try and be mature. Yes, I was referring to James. He was a bright young man, polite and very well behaved. I liked him."

"He may have been polite and nice to you, Dad, but all he was trying to do was get me into bed!" 

"Oh, come now, Rachael, you can't blame him for that. You are a beautiful girl and at his age, boys will try anything. That's precisely my point but you can handle him, keep him in his place - I know you can." 

Rachael was silent again. She knew that this was not easy for my father and that he was doing it only because Mom most probably refused to. The more uncomfortable Dad felt, the less likely he was to push. He was quiet but realizing that there was going to be no further response from his daughter, he asked, "Did Luke have anything to do with your breaking up with James?" 

Here it comes, Luke, always Luke the asshole. We had rehearsed the story but Rachael knew just how to milk things. She pretended to think about Dad's question before answering. 

"Maybe then but I am better now. Talking to Dr. Keller has put a lot of things in perspective. She's wonderful, Dad. She's made me realize that what happened between Luke and me was just infatuation; a crush I had on someone I idealized. She told us that many young girls tend to focus on their older brothers or even their fathers and I can see that now." 

Wow! She's good! I could imagine Dad squirming at the mention of 'fathers'. For all his intellectualism, Sigmund Freud was not one of his favorites. 

On Mom's advice, we had continued seeing Dr. Keller to lend more credence to our charade. Both, Rachael and I, made up stories for our sessions so that when she did give Mom and Dad the weekly update, the feedback was always positive and that we were getting better. Of course, Dad had no idea that Mom was part of the familial conspiracy. 

I'm not sure whether Dr. Keller was gay or not. She must have been a dyke, a bi or a lesbian because I swear she couldn't stop staring at Rachael and would get tongue tied whenever my sister asked her a question. I thought it was funny but Rachael used it to our advantage literally putting words into Dr. Keller's mouth! It had Dad thinking that we were coming to terms with our misplaced attraction and that's what counted. 

"Honey, it doesn't matter. I mean, about James. But, you have to start going out and seeing other people. I'm sure there are some nice boys in your circle of friends. It's not healthy to stay at home like a recluse. There's more to life than school, volleyball and talking to Kyla on the phone."

There's more to life than Luke – isn't that what you mean, Dad? 

"I need some more time, Dad, I need to be sure ..." she whispered it like she was hurting. Man, the girl could act; give her the fuckin' Oscar! I almost believed her. 

My father stood up and kissed her on the top of her head. (How do I know? Because that's' what he always did.) 

"Of course, honey, it is okay. Take your time. I'm very proud of you," he said, "sleep tight. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Dad," she returned. 

Once Dad had left she got up and locked the door and scooted back to bed, tossing her robe on the chair in the corner.

"Come on out, invisible man, where were we?" she said and giggled, "Hurry up! I'm horny!" 

I poked my head out from under the bed, "Wait, that's not right. You are the emotional one. I'm the horny one, remember? I'm driven solely by my hormones; the little head ruling the big one!"

She laughed helping me up while I struggled to get out from under the ambuscade and when I finally stood up, she tackled me onto the bed tugging at my jammies. There was something about my father visiting her and encouraging her to date others that put us on edge in a desperate sort of way. It left me wanting to fuck my sister even more. Deep down, buried in some dark recess of my rationale, it made me aware of the fragile nature of our special bond; that it could change at any minute. That it had to change at some point. There was no real future for this kind of filial affection– not for a brother and a sister, not in this society and I think Rachael felt it too.

The instinctive abhorrence to incest should have challenged the logic of free thinking men and women but sadly, it didn't. You could fuck your sister as part of some juvenile exploration, that was okay and even understandable, but you couldn't create a life with your sister even if you loved her! How fucked up is that? 

That night we made love for a long, long time. Whenever I got close to cumming, I would pull out of her and slither down in between her thighs to perform cunnilingus on her. I loved eating her, the taste of her, the spicy fragrance and the slick, buttery feeling of her slit against my tongue – it drove me crazy. I licked and sucked on her clit the way she liked me to. And while I did that, I had two fingers shoved up her pussy, curling upwards, massaging her G spot. She was multi-orgasmic and must have climaxed a hundred times, flooding my mouth over and over again. Okay, so I'm exaggerating about the hundred orgasms but she had so many that I lost count. And when I finally shot off in her, she was so spent that she just lay there sucking on my tongue, tasting herself in my mouth, whimpering softly, her thighs trembling, twitching against my hips while I pumped her puss full of my sperm. 

We lay basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking; exhausted but satiated. Our bonds, forged stronger by the heat of our illicit sex. We remained fused by the liquid amalgamate of our union, of sweat and sexual juices comingling in a racy, rancid concoction that tasted and smelled of a musky, pheromone laced aphrodisiac. I was still buried in her, partially hard and could feel her cuntal muscles, gripping and releasing me, as if she were trying to milk my cock into her. It was an intuitive technique she used to keep me from going soft and slipping out of her. I have no idea when or how she figured this out but she was very good at it. 

I stroked her face gently, pushing back the stray strands of hair, kissing her forehead and eyes, "I think that was a new record! It was fuckin' incredible"

"I'll bet you say that to all the wabbits, Doc!" she replied softly in her Bugs Bunny voice.

"No, I mean it, Rach, it was beyond great! I love you so much ..." my voice trailed off. I couldn't adequately verbalize what I was feeling. 

She pushed me back and leaning over me, kissed me long and hard, "Don't ever stop making love to me, Luke, ever! I'll die if you leave me!" 

"I could never leave you, baby, never ..." I whispered back, "... remember our promise? That I will fuck you on your wedding night? Do you remember?"

"I want us to be Egyptians ... why can't you marry me, Luke, why can't we run away? We could go somewhere where no one knows us. No one would guess that you are my brother, no one!" 

"If that's what you want, I'll run away with you tomorrow! Just say the word." I countered and I meant it. Fuck everyone; she was my world.

"Really? You mean that, Luke?" in her little girl voice, snuggling up to me. 

"I mean that. I would die for you, girl, so if you want to run away now, we can leave tonight!" I said softly but I was dead serious. 

She was quiet. Rachael had always been the more thoughtful one. I was way too crazy and impulsive. "A storm in a coffee cup" was how my mother phrased it and often compared me to her brother, Phillip, who was certifiably nuts!

"As much as I want to, we can't, darling, it would destroy Dad," she murmured burying her head in my neck, pausing in thought, "... it would break his heart and kill him. And that would hurt Mom too and I couldn't live with that." 

We lay quietly, caressing each other, fingertips feathering gently over lips, eyelids and jawlines; tracing lazy hieroglyphics while we were lost in our own thoughts. I was thinking of Dad about what he had said. The butterfly effect and the decisions we make today; about the differences between boys and girls. Was I really that superficial? No; no I wasn't. Ever since Rachael and I had gotten intimate, I didn't even look at another girl. There were plenty of sluts on campus – pretty girls who would have jumped into bed at a glance but I wasn't interested. I was trapped in Rachael's little wonderland. 

It was all about physics – Newton's First Law regarding Motion. Bodies in motion remain in motion unless acted on by an unbalanced external force. We were in motion moving along just fine and Dad represented the external force. We needed to mitigate the effect of this force and if Rachael pretending to see others was the solution then that's what she needed to do. The idea of her dating others, at least superficially, was growing on me. 

"Listen, Dad was right about your being a bit of a recluse. It may be a good idea to see the Grodd again. Or someone else, you know, to go to the movies or whatever. It may even get Dad off our backs." I said, stroking her hair.

She lay still for a moment and then rolled over on top of me, still keeping me inside her, and asked incredulously, "You want me to see someone else?" 

"Not like that. You know exactly what I mean, Rach!" 

"Oh, just fake it. I don't see you faking it, lover. Or are you? Are you seeing someone?" she asked pinching the tip of my nose. 

"Of course I'm not. But Dad isn't worried about me – you're the one he's concerned about. He doesn't even check up on me anymore," I retorted and ran my finger gently over her lips, so soft and full, "or didn't you notice?" 

"That's because girls are emotional ..." she paused, sucking my finger into her mouth, looking at me while she lewdly replicated fellatio and then, removing the digit said, "and boys are ..." she waited for me to join her, "horny!" 

We laughed and I felt her move. It was a slight back and forth, almost imperceptible but that's all it took. My cock flexed inside her, instantly hard. 

She sighed and sat-up, knees folded under her, straddling my crotch then closing her eyes she threw her head back and began riding me, "Fuck your sister, Luke, just fuck her ... mmmm, mmmm, mmmm ... God! You feel so good inside me, baby ... mmmm, mmmm, oh, oh, mmmm, love me, darling brother ..." 

I loved the way she talked dirty in her little girl's voice, incestuous dirty, turning us both on. I held her hips and let her do the work, watching her tits jiggle like jello, thrilling in the velvety feel of her cunt sliding along the length of my cock in the primordial dance of lovers – back and forth, back and forth, back and forth ...

******

The Trap

A few days later when I got back home for the weekend, I saw Kyla and Rachael sitting on the porch steps. They were sweaty, sipping lemonade and laughing about something. Volleyball practice must have wrapped up early. 

"Hi girls, what's up?" I asked and dropped my duffle.

"Oh, nothing, except Dennis Stolle, yes, yes and yes: 'The Dennis Stolle' has asked your sister out." Kyla said studying me carefully. Ever since their prom, she has had her suspicions concerning Rachael and me.

I acted blasé and said nonchalantly, "He did. Wow! Good for you, sis. Did you accept or was he just too cool for you? You know, the popular Mr. Stolle with a million girlfriends!"

Rachael gave me a strange look, tossed back her thick, golden tresses and replied, "I said "yes". I mean, he's the hunkiest guy in school. How could I refuse?" 

I knew that Dad had been pressuring her to go out and date. She let it slip out when we talked confiding that the whole thing was getting to her. So, this wasn't a total surprise. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 05



I too had wanted her to go out with someone; anyone but damn, not the local stud! She went from Gorilla Grodd to Mr. GQ! He was, subjectively, the prototype for every woman's fantasy. Six feet seven inches tall, light mocha skin, big, hazel eyes, baby face and built like a gazelle. And, he was arguably the best high school basketball player in the state – a premier shooting guard molded after the likes of Michael Jordan. The colleges were tripping over themselves trying to recruit him. 

But his notoriety predated his basketball fame going back to his turbulent childhood. It was stuff that Hollywood movies are made of. His father, who had been a semi-pro basketball player, was black and his mother, Swiss. They had met while Dennis' father was playing in the B-leagues in Europe. But this ending was far from happy. One night, in a fit of jealous rage, his father shot his mother and then turned the gun on himself. Dennis was only two. When the cops arrived, they found him next to his mother's body. No one knew if he had witnessed the macabre incident or whether he had crawled out of his crib on hearing the gunshots but for a while it was headline news. 

There was a brief and bitter custody battle between his white grandparents from Switzerland and his black grandmother from Chicago. The city was split along racial lines; a hot topic around water coolers and coffee machines. White's, almost unanimously, felt that the maternal grandparents could afford him a better life and the blacks adamant that the boy, despite his light skin, was black felt that he should stay with his black grandmother. In the end the courts caved in and ruled in favor of his paternal grandmother. My father was of the opinion that it was a grave injustice to the little boy. He felt strongly that the child should have gone where he would have been afforded the best opportunities, irrespective of color. But then, Dennis may never have become the star basketball player he was now. He might have ended up as some unhappy kid working in a chocolate factory! It must have been karma – I was sure of that now. 

I never understood why Dennis did it but one day about a year ago he sauntered into the gym and challenged me. We had never had any problems and I was actually a fan so it was odd. Maybe it was some macho need to prove his toughness or an alpha-male drive to kick ass, who knows? High school has its gauntlet, one that is rife with personal challenges and not necessarily the physical kind. This just happened to be about confrontation. It was 'mano a mano' - a man to man, hand to hand challenge.

I was working the heavy bag when this unfolded. He had watched from the side for a while and then during a lull when I was catching my breath, he stepped behind the bag. 

"Hey, man, do you want to spar?" 

I looked at him a bit surprised. Not many guys wanted to mess with me especially if they had seen me work the bag. I'd been training in martial arts since I was five and my kicks were pretty intimidating. 

"Are you sure? Do you know how to fight?" I asked.

"Do I know how to fight? I grew up in Cabrini Green, dude, the kids thought I was white! Yeah, I can fight." He replied with obvious sarcasm. 

Mike, one of the troglodytes, was with me and offered some advice.

"Stick to basketball, man, you can get seriously hurt in here ..."

"I wasn't talking to you, Cochise, so unless you want to step up, mind your own fuckin' business!" was Dennis' terse reply. 

Mike was a hard-ass and not easily intimidated but before it could escalate, I got in between them, "Okay, let's do it then." 

He wanted to go bareknuckle but that wasn't happening. 

"No way, amigo, we'll use these." I threw him a pair of MMA fighting gloves, "I'm not risking breaking my hand." 

I had to show him how to wrap his hands and once we were taped up, we were ready to go. By the time we stepped into the ring there was a good sized crowd including several members of the basketball team. So, it was obvious that this little soirée had been preplanned. I loved the adrenalin rush before combat and got off on it so that too was okay by me. I could feel the electric buzz, the air, thick with anticipation and filled with enough testosterone to zap half of China. If nothing else, this was going to be interesting. 

Fighters will understand this and I don't mean professionals, I mean guys who have it in them. It's the need to test yourself and your skills; to pit yourself against others like you. And, not backing down - it wasn't only about Ass Kickery!

He was good but lacked the technical aspects of striking. His punches were loopy, not straight and he telegraphed them, something a lot of street fighters do. He also had the bad habit of dropping his hands just before he threw his shots. But, he hit like a mule, harder than anyone I'd fought – it was his leverage. Being six-seven was certainly an advantage. However, he didn't know how to kick or check kicks and that was a huge problem. 

He caught me once on the top of my shoulder with a right and I thought my toes were going to explode. But that was it, a lot of power but no accuracy. I kept him guessing and at bay with push-kicks and straight punches, mainly left jabs that snapped in his face. And I stayed close to neutralize his reach. It wasn't long before he was bleeding from his nose and his left eye was swollen shut but that was the least of his problems. His lead leg was the predicament; it was done, badly hurt from the repeated kicks at the knee and he was hobbling around unable to put any weight on it. Take away the legs and you're nothing: he had lost his power and he was getting hit a lot but I had to admit, he was a gamer. 

I could have taken him down and submitted him, I was sure of that, but my machismo wouldn't let me. Instead I stood and traded. It wasn't a strategy I would recommend unless you knew what you were doing. There's a saying in the gym: Brawl the Boxer and Box the Brawler. He was a brawler, a hard-court, tough guy used to short, wild-swinging melees. This was different; each time he swung and missed he got punished. He made too many mistakes and even his quick reflexes couldn't save him. I faked a front kick, saw him flinch and drop his right, creating an opening for the left hook. It caught him flush on the point of his chin and that was it. He fell face first and lay prone for a good half minute. 

There's something about a KO that is curiously fascinating. I don't know a single guy who doesn't get a primal thrill from watching a fight and especially a knockout. This crowd of gym rats was no different. There was a hushed buzz as soon as Dennis hit the canvas. 

But, there was no quit in him. He struggled up to his feet and though his legs were rubbery he wanted to continue. He staggered drunkenly across the ring and almost fell grabbing the ropes for support. His eyes were still glassy and I could have punished him, put a serious beating on him but I didn't and I'm not sure why. Maybe it had something to do with his parents and his childhood but I let him off the hook. 

Some of his buddies had to help him out of the ring. And, before he left he mumbled something barely comprehensible, about coming back to even the score, but I was used to the braggadocio – it was just nonsense. I think his coach got wind of the fight because the next day the assistant coach, Jack Riley, was at home talking to my father when I walked in. 

"Hello, son, Mr. Riley was just telling me about your run in with that kid, Dennis."

Really? My run in? Where the fuck do these stories come from? I knew Jack from when I played football. He was a part-time trainer and a prick mainly because he was one of those wannabe jocks but lacked the prerequisite speed and coordination. So he decided to train athletes except that he confused sadistic tendencies with intensity. 

I looked at Riley and shrugged, "Hey, he asked for it and he's lucky I didn't hurt him, I mean really hurt him." 

"Hurt him? What do you call what you did? He's our star player. You should know that, Luke!" Riley blurted out, "He's knee is shot and his eyes are swollen shut! We have a game on Friday!" 

"Then keep him on a leash. If he ever comes near me again, I'll break both his fuckin' legs." I snarled. I wasn't in the mood. 

After Riley left, I got a lecture from Dad about the virtues of being a real man. He knew I loved the challenge of combat and went about dismantling the basis of my beliefs with myriad reasons why fighting was primitive and barbaric. He separated constructive skill from destructive propensity with the ease of skimming cream from milk. His ability to debate was far superior to mine and as a result, I listened to him denigrating the Martial Arts, reducing it to a discipline that was non-constructive and bringing out the worst in people (as evidenced by my behavior). I had half a mind to remind him that his hero, Hemmingway, was a notorious tough guy but I let it go. Dad lacked perspective; he's never had punks get up in his face. He was an academician and in his world there was a negative connotation to the very term 'machismo' and where the ugly reality of violence was rare. And he was a gentle soul who couldn't hurt a fly. In his own way he thought he was helping me but what he achieved instead was to drive a wedge between us; a disconnect that kept getting wider. 

In hindsight, I should have fucked him up! I mean Dennis - I should have put a real beating on his sorry ass so he would have never considered my sister. He was the last guy I wanted Rachael to go out with. He was one of those blokes who possessed a certain 'cool', a studied indifference that along with his basketball notoriety had the girls throwing themselves at him. The only reason Rachael picked this Lothario had to be because she was attracted to him, why else would she now decide to go out with him? 

On the evening of their date I was beside myself and when he came to pick her up, my heart sank. He looked like a model out of pages of GQ, except bigger and better looking. He was wearing a light, off-white, linen suit with a blue silk shirt that was in startling contrast to his copper-brown skin and hazel eyes. His saddle wingtips and tortoise Wayfarers gave him the look of a fifties movie star and when the M6 BMW Convertible rolled in, he had managed to impress Rachael. Fuck! He had impressed me! I had no idea who he borrowed it from but those were a sweet set of wheels. 

With each passing hour my anxiety increased exponentially. I kept imagining him taking her to his apartment using his vaunted charm and to spite me, once he was done with her, he'd have his friends come over. It's crazy what your imagination can do when it's running wild. I had the basketball team and every other guy in school pulling a train on her; even the Grodd! I could picture him stroking his dick, waiting his turn:

"It's my turn next! Yeah, it's my turn ... finally!" 

I was losing it. I had to exert the utmost self-restraint to stop myself from calling her. That would have been too uncool, even for me. 

"Who's that?"

"Oh, it's my stupid, jealous brother!"

"Really? Why's he calling you, Rachael?" 

"Because he thinks you're fucking my brains out!" 

Yeah, that wouldn't go over too well. 

They got back late and when I heard the soft growl of the M6, I went to the window and drew the shades aside, just a tiny crack. They stood by the door talking and laughing and I couldn't believe it when I saw him kissing her. It was too much; I couldn't bear to watch so I scuttled back to my room and waited for her. 

After a few minutes, I heard her go into her room and lock the door. I knocked, several times, but she didn't open. At first I tried our code but that didn't work and as my frustration grew, I knocked longer and louder. I didn't care anymore. She was going to talk to me. I needed to know why I was getting the cold shoulder and what took place on her date. It was only when I heard Mom that I stopped.

"You'll wake your father." Mom said, "Your sister doesn't want to talk to you right now. It's her prerogative and you need respect that." 

I turned and looked at her, "But why, Mom, what did I do?"

She came over and took my hands in hers and looked up into my eyes, "You didn't do anything, darling. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with you. I went through this so I know. She's confused and needs to sort things out. Trust me, she'll figure it out and things will be fine. Go back to bed and get some sleep. You look terrible." 

*****

Lisa Cernik

Well, things weren't fine. Three days later and she was still avoiding me and to make matters worse, she went over to Kyla's place to spend a few days. What the fuck was going on? Things had been normal; we were fine, fucking like bunnies before the great Dennis Stolle turned up and now? Now I was a leper! I couldn't figure it out. So, using my crazy, fucked-up logic I was going to wait her out; determined to break her will. Sooner or later she would have to talk to me. So, I skipped classes telling Mom I had study leave and waited. And that was when it all went down - as in downhill. 

That day Rachael was at volleyball practice. They had a big game coming up with their crosstown rivals who they had lost to the previous year. This was the game the girls had been waiting for all year - revenge. She was the captain of her team and was also one of the better outside hitters. My sister was tall (almost six feet) and had some serious hops. To see her leaping up and spiking the ball was a sight – golden hair flaying wildly, eyes focused, up above the net, a blond Amazonian ready for battle. In any case, to get back to the story, Lisa, her study-buddy, had come over and was a bit early.

I was the only one at home and when I opened the door, I could see the surprise on her face; she hadn't expected me. 

"Hi! She's not home. She at practice and should be back in an hour or so," I said. 

Lisa Cernik was cute in a mousey sort of way. She was petite; a small, perfectly proportioned package with soft brown hair, large, brown eyes hidden behind glasses, little button nose and a full sensual mouth. And, if you looked carefully enough though you'd notice that she had a killer bod. It was amazing because this girl didn't work out or play anything – I guess it hard to beat good genetics. 

I gave her a quick once over: decent rack, nice ass and legs that you dreamed of spreading. 

"Oh, hi Luke, I thought you were away," she said shyly, without making any sustained eye-contact and then asked, "Can I wait for her?" 

"Sure, come on in. So, what've you been up to?"

"Nothing really, just studying. How's col ..." she stopped when she realized I had disappeared down the corridor and into the kitchen. 

She followed me, half running to catch up and put her books and laptop on the table before sitting down. 

"We usually study in here ..." she said, straightening her skirt. 

"Can I get you something to drink? Coke, Pepsi, water, beer ...?" I asked, and noticing her expression, I added, "... I'm kidding about the beer!" 

She tittered nervously. Rachael swore that the girl had a major crush on me. 

"Thanks but no, I'm okay." She replied so softly that I had to strain to hear her. 

Under normal circumstances, she was a quiet, shy girl but I could sense her attraction and it was making her more nervous and self-conscious. I felt badly for her. 

"Alright then, you study and I'll finish what I was doing, okay?" I said and turned to go, "I'm upstairs. If you need anything – holler! Or just help yourself." 

She watched me leaving, a wide-eyed doe in headlights. 

I guess it was destined to happen because when I passed Rachael's room, I did something I normally don't do. I stopped and opened the door. I try not to intrude on her privacy but there was something at work here that was beyond my control. I walked in and saw her panties lying on top of her bed which in itself was unusual. Rachael was a neat freak and I don't think she ever left anything on her bed unless she wanted to. It had to be the ones she had worn today and when I felt the crotch, it was damp – not just damp but slick and wet through with her juices. 

The first thought that went through my head was 'Dennis fuckin' Stolle'! She's creaming because of that asshole? Anger and frustration welled up inside me in waves, brimming with fury, threatening to bust me open. But as soon as I pressed my face into her panties, there was an instant transmutation: rage to ardor. I was overcome by the heady aroma of her sex, that spicy nectar I was so addicted to. Suffused by her scent, I sucked the satiny fabric into my mouth, tasting the remnants of her and reacted to the potent stimuli - I felt my cock hardening. 

That's what I needed, a long, drawn out 'pull on the old pud' to abate the jealous edge. So, I took her panties and slipped back to my room. I had several revealing pictures of Rachael hidden in one of the drawers of my dresser. I had taken them after one particularly intense lovemaking session when she was in a playful mood. She was wearing a skimpy bikini that she modeled for me, posing suggestively and she even allowed me to take one where she was topless. But the best of the lot was a picture of her, lying on her back, one knee raised and her hand stuck into her bikini bottom. She had her fingers buried inside her cunt – the suggestive expression on her face got to me every time I looked at it. It was a real beauty. These coupled with her undies would more than suffice. 

It should have ended there, I mean, with me jerking off in to her panties, achieving the relief I so badly needed. And then I could have calmly waited for her to come home. But life has a way of throwing you a curve when you least expect it. 

So there I was, in my room, lost in my fantasy with images of my sister buzzing in my head: her mouth, her tits, her boobs, her thighs, the sensual swell of her tummy down to the triangle of her sex spiced with the allure of the pictures spread out on the dresser. All of it kept dancing in my head, an incestuous collage resurrected from recent memories. 

I was so busy pleasuring myself with my sister's panties, thrilling to its velvety feel, that I didn't notice Lisa come into the room. She was standing there, mouth open, eyes wide, watching me in the mirror; peering at me jerking off in front of my dresser. It was fortunate that my hand covered most of Rachael's panties and the photographs were lying flat, at too great of an angle for her to identify but clearly she seemed uninterested in anything but my cock. Her eyes were glued to the bloated, angry head and my fingers riding over it. 

We stood motionless with me looking at her while she looked at my dick. What I did next was totally out of character; I swear it wasn't me but some lecherous reprobate that had crawled out from the feculent realms of an X-rated movie and had taken possession of my soul. I dropped the panties and turned towards Lisa and motioned for her to come to me. I took a few steps and knelt on the bed, my cock still in my hand, throbbing, dribbling threads of sticky treacle from its Cyclops eye. There was a part of me that was surprised by my overt exhibitionism but it seemed like I was two people: voyeur and actor, one watching with calm indifference while the other played the concupiscent role. 

The whole thing was strange and surreal. She seemed like she was in a trance walking towards me with small, robotic steps, her face pale and the tip of her tongue snaking nervously out to wet her lips. Her eyes were wide and intense, made oddly huge by the myopic lenses of her glasses. When she was finally by the side of the bed, I took her hand and placed on my shaft and felt the electric thrill of novelty, the sensual charge that accompanied the unfamiliar. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 05



Her fingers, small and dainty, felt cold and hot and moist all at the same time. I could feel her trembling, her breathing, ragged, biting her lower lip, spellbound by the rubbery rod of flesh pulsing in her grip. But once she got accustomed to the feel of my dick, the transformation from naïve librarian to a cock-hungry slut was spontaneous. Her feminine instincts took over. She squeezed and stroked and licked and sucked like a siren out of control and before either one of us could rationalize it, to come to our senses, we were fucking. I had pushed her skirt up, pulled down her panties and had her up against the bedroom wall. It was hurried and urgent, driven by my need for release and urged on by the vestal sensations of this willing ingénue. Amazingly, until that moment neither one of us had said a word. 

But once my cock was lodged deep inside her snug, buttery hole, I began whispering in her ear, the mindless ramblings of lovers said in the heat of sex. 

"Oh fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good ... the best," I whispered, "... your cunt is the best, Lisa, so fucking tight ... yes, baby, fuck me back, come on, move that ass ..." 

She moaned in response, and began working her hips, grinding her pussy against my pubic bone while I stroked in and out of her, sucking on her tits through the fabric of her shirt. Her pussy was a silky, heated cauldron, so hot that I could feel the chill of the air each time I drew back out of her only to be reheated when my cock plowed back into her. It was awesome!

"You have the tightest fucking pussy ever, yes baby, fuck, it feels so good ..." pause, "... it's the best ... unh, unh, unh ..." 

I grunted with each thrust in response to her sweet, whimpering moan and once we were fucking in earnest nothing else mattered. It was the only time that my sister was gone from my thoughts. My father was right: I was just a crass, brainless Neanderthal who did his thinking with his dick. 

It didn't take very long. The newness of her, the slick, satiny feel of her cunt, her audible cries of pleasure, fingers digging into my shoulders, her pubis grating against mine, it was all too intense and I came quickly, spurting ropey globs of cum and filling her tight, little hole. The sensation of my cock, squirting deep into her belly was incredible. I was squishing in and out of her, pumping and drawing out the viscid mixture of our juices while she kept bucking frantically against me, her backside thudding dully against the wall. I don't know if she got off but it certainly wasn't for lack of effort. 

I was standing with my legs spread wide, trousers around my ankles, knees bent slightly with my hands cradling her butt, holding her up while she had her legs wrapped tightly around me. She was panting heavily into my neck, moaning and whispering indistinctly, her hips rocking languidly, squirming and gyrating in small circles when we heard the front door opening and 

Rachael's voice echoing down the hallway. 

"Lisa? Hey, Lisa, where are you?" she called up the stairs. 

It was like hypnosis. The sound of Rachael's voice snapped her out of her trance and back to reality. She slid down off of me releasing my cock with a muted 'plop', her skirt, which had been bunched up above her waist, fell, cascading over her knees. She grabbed her panties and struggled to get them on, turning away from me. Then she adjusted her glasses, straightened her shirt and fled the scene of the crime without a backward glance. 

I was left alone with the accusatory musk of our sex permeating my riddled conscience. I was filled with self-loathing and overcome with remorse. I was rendered helpless, struggling with the fact that I had knowingly betrayed my true love, my sister. 

*****

A Sharing (of secrets)

I knew it was hopeless and that sooner or later Lisa would tell Rachael, or, one of her other friends, and that she would tell two friends, and they would tell two friends, and they would tell two friends and soon, through the grapevine of gossip, it would get back to Rachael. I also knew I had to tell her first, to come clean and let the chips fall where they may. I just didn't expect Lisa to tell her almost as soon as she went downstairs. 

About a half hour later when I heard Lisa leaving, my heart sank. I knew that she had spilled the beans. She rarely left before dinner and often slept over so this was not a good omen. I heard footsteps hurrying up the stairs and Rachael's door slamming shut followed by loud sobbing. I knocked but she wasn't going to talk to me. I stood there listening to her crying, my heart breaking while my soul was being slowly ripped apart. And with each anguished sob of hers I felt myself spiraling downwards into the oubliette of remorse.

It was fucking awful. I had never felt this devastated in my entire life. I kept whispering into the door, a repentant profligate seeking absolution, but it was all for naught. She either didn't hear me or didn't want to deal with me. She cried straight past dinner and wouldn't even open the door for Mom and that was saying something. 

That night, I couldn't sleep. I lay awake, tossing and turning, praying for forgiveness and a second chance. I couldn't imagine life without her. And finally, just as I was succumbing to the drowsy seduction, a weightless quotient, where the burdens of reality are divided by the obscurity of dreams, the door to my room opened. There was no knocking or greeting only the silhouette of my sister standing by my bed. 

"How could you? How could you hurt me like this, Luke? You said you loved ..." and she began bawling again, her body wracked in deep, heaving sobs. 

I got up and went over to her but she pushed me away.

"Don't! Don't ever touch me again!" She hissed. 

And in the darkness of the room, made darker by curtains and lit only by the persistence of desultory moonbeams, her face glistened golden. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying; the tears streaking down her cheeks in silvery rivulets, swerving into the curve of her lips before bridging down to the sides of her chin. I couldn't speak. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was, that I was a weak and miserable fool and that I would do anything, ANYTHING at all, if she would only give me another chance. But instead I stood there; mute, looking at her wondering how I could have hurt anything this beautiful. 

After crying softly for a while she turned to go and I knew I would lose her forever unless I did something; anything.

"It was your fault, Rach! If you only ..." I called after her, doing what men have done for ages, I blamed the woman for my pathetic weakness. 

"My fault? My fault?" she hissed, repeating herself, something she did when she was angry, "You've committed sacrilege and it's my fault?" Her face contorted with anger; the flashing infuriation temporarily replacing the sadness. Anger, I could handle; there was no defense against tears. 

"You didn't talk to me! You acted like something was wrong. And no matter how much I tried, you refused to tell me what it was. I came home hoping we could talk and you ran away to Kyla's place. What was I supposed to think, Rachael?" I rambled. I knew I was blabbering but I need to keep her engaged, "You go out on a date with Mister-Fucking-GQ, come back later than you ever have and then I see you kissing him, fuck! What was I supposed to think? What? And, if that wasn't enough, you shut me out and lock yourself in your room. I'm in the dark without a clue! What about me, unh? What was I supposed to feel?" 

I was actually impressed with my rambling, my non sequitur logic and especially with the transference of guilt. That was good, definitely drawing first blood; touché, baby. 

"Is that really the best you can do?" she was quiet but she was engaged and had come back to the bed, "Did it even occur to you that I wouldn't have been able to see it through if I even looked at you or saw you looking at me? That I spend every waking moment thinking about you, about us and what it means that I can never really have you? That I'm frightened every moment that we are apart that I will lose you, that someone will take you away from me. And, someday, someday soon, you'll be gone with someone else? And that would kill me. I needed to go out with others not to please Dad or you but to see if I could function without you even when every fiber in my body screamed for me to go running back to you." 

She started to cry again and when I made a move towards her, she held up her hand, "Don't, don't you dare ..."

Suddenly I felt like a fool. The earlier coup de grace was just an illusion and I realized I was the nothing but the joker except that the joke was on me.

"I was jealous. I thought you liked this guy and that I was losing you. I didn't know, Rachael, I really didn't know and I was going out of my mind! She didn't mean anything! It was something stupid I did ..." I tried to backpedal but it sounded inadequate and weak.

She continued as though I wasn't even there. Her voice was soft but firm. 

"I let Dennis kiss me because he was the first man I was attracted to besides you and I thought if he kissed me, and I felt something, then I had some hope," she paused, "... some hope of surviving you. That maybe I could lead a normal life after ..."

"Well, did you? Did you feel anything?" I couldn't contain myself. I was pathetic. 

"No. I didn't feel anything. How could I when it was you I was thinking of all evening and feeling guilty. I felt bad that I was using him like some test dummy and I broke away." 

"Did he try anything? I mean, he had to ..." I had to ask. 

"Is that all you can think of? Whether he tried anything? Like what?" she asked the exasperation obvious on her face, "No, Luke, he didn't try to fuck me! He was a gentleman. He took a lot of trouble planning the evening and even told me about the time you beat him up and he took the blame for it. He said he deserved it that he was sorry and had wanted to apologize to you. He's had some miserable breaks in his life and despite all that he has turned out to be a really nice guy. And he's good looking and talented. Can you understand what that did to me? If I couldn't feel anything with him, then what hope do I have when you leave? That's all I could think of the last few days. And, I was feeling really crummy and that's why I didn't want to talk ..." 

"I love you Rachael, I could never leave you. I ..."

"Don't say that! Don't you ever say that! You lost the right to say that. You don't love me. Dad was right. If you really loved me you would have known. You would have felt exactly what I was feeling and you would have never fucked someone else; especially a friend of mine! How, how ..." she couldn't complete her thoughts and began sobbing again.

I knew exactly what she was thinking: how could I say I love her and then turn around and screw her friend? I don't know – that's simply the truth. I don't know. Maybe there was something to the chaos theory and anthropological evolution after all. 

"Please, baby, please give me one more chance. I swear I'll make it up to you. I'm really sorry, I am ..." I was ready to beg, "... you're my soulmate, I know that. I couldn't go on without you!" I was stuttering and rambling – there was no pride anymore. 

But the more I groveled, the more resolute she was. 

"I thought we were soulmates. I really did. I was ready to give up everything for you. At school, I couldn't stop thinking about us and how incredible you made me feel. I even left my panties on my bed, for you," she was whispering, "... to let you know what you do to me. But that was yesterday when you were my lover, my darling older brother. Today, you are nothing. Just some two-timing asshole who I wish I had never let into my life!"

And then she turned and before I could do or say anything, she ran from the room. I heard her door slam and I knew my sister was gone; lost in the gloomy refuge of sadness, anger and pain. It was a place devoid of love and forgiveness. 

***** 

Alaska – Kodiak Island

"In your wake I stumble through the fields of life, wounded by the riddle of love. I lie on scarlet grounds stained by the forbidden nectar of desire. In the distance I hear the murmur of Northern Lights and am blinded by its resplendent Aurora, so effervescent and brilliant. It is you, echoing through the gardens of love whispering my name – and in the silo that has become my world, the words resonate endlessly as fate's sordid conspiracy keeps us apart. And then you appear, a wish in a storm, sprinkling gold-dust and love ... my sister, my lover." 

The months following that incident saw Rachael and me drifting farther apart. There was nothing I could do. I left notes for her, messages on her cell and even barged in on her class but it was all to no avail. My notes were returned unread, my messages erased and the day I pulled the stunt of interrupting her class, she slapped me. She slapped me so hard, it made my ears ring! 

It is true what they say; the deeper your love the more intense the fights and the harder the rift to mend. It reached a stage where my own temper kicked in and I said, "Fuck it! If that's what she wants then the hell with it! I'm tired of trying." 

And then something odd happened. I learned that the mind is capable of some incredibly convoluted machinations, that it can create deceptive allegories that make sense only to you. But the logic is as strong as math itself, like numbers that are rooted in algorithms to produce irrefutable numerical evidence. And, in this fucked up equation, Lisa was the perfect foil, the 'x' factor. She descended into the role of the vindictive seductress; the person to blame for what had transpired between us. 

She called a few times but I never answered or returned her calls. I refused to acknowledge the fact that I had fucked her. I should have been a man and spoken to her honestly and told her that it was a mistake but instead, I brushed her off as an inconvenient memory. I was soon to learn that there is a time for atonement and you do pay for your misdeeds. 

The hardest part for me, concerning Rachael, was the weekend. I'd come down for breakfast and she'd get up and leave. Or, if I was already at the dinner table, she'd take her plate to her room under the pretext of having papers to finish. Mom tried, several times, to bring us together but soon realized that her efforts were wasted. The only person who seemed pleased with the 'feud' was Dad. He sat there with a Cheshire cat grin and didn't say a word. He didn't have to. 

I knew that Rachael needed Mom and Dad a lot more than I did so I began spending less and less time at home. I'd call Mom a couple of times a week and we'd talk but despite her pleading, I stayed away. I was convinced that distance was the solution and was determined to get as far away as possible from my sister and everything that reminded me of her. This and the quantum of time would make things bearable; of that, I was sure. So, when the job offer from Chicago came my way, I jumped at it. 

I figured a big city with lots of women would offer me the emotional sanctuary I needed. But, I was only fooling myself. It didn't matter who I was with, it was always my sister I was making love to. I went both ways: dating women who resembled her and women who were diametrically opposite to her but it made no difference. In the warmth of their beds, my eyes would close and my mind would wander through the clouds of fantasy where sultry images of my sister, naked and willing, called to me. Her memory would sear the peaks of my passion, urging me on, driving me to climax while numbly whispering her name. And so it was that I remained trapped in her web, a mendicant without hope, begging to be set free. 

*****

My Sister, the Rain Dancer

"I search for you within the ramparts of my dreams but find only flotsam tossed by dark oceans in the convoluted labyrinth that is me. I am trapped in the morass between fantasy and sleep and though I feel you, you are never really there. I am an Eastern Wind, a swirling breeze that cuts through the open fields to the mountains of Shambhala. It is that secret place of Joy. Here I see you dancing on moonbeams, a pixie nymph, clothed in starlight and sparkles, ethereal and slight. I reach for you but you skip away, laughing, teasing, and urging me to chase after you, a shadow slipping through my fingers. You are here now only to vanish like mist in the morning sun ... my Rain Dancer, Wind Rider and Eternal Lover." 

Then it happened. Three years later, I got a call, it was Rachael. I was at work and almost fell off the chair. 

"Hi, Luke?" her voice sounded soft and hesitant, a question rather than an acknowledgement but I could have picked it out anywhere even through the din of an Iron Worker's mill. 

Just the sound of her voice shut the world out, immersing me in a peculiar silence. I closed the door to my office and sat down. 

"Hi!" my initial response was a reaction of surprise, but then the years of anger and frustration took over, "What ..." I paused before adding, "what do you want, Rachael?"

I really didn't mean it to sound brusque but in the vulnerability of surprise the hidden resentment surfaced. I was never the cool one and the festering pain was back.

"That's nice, Luke, you can't help it, can you? You insist on being a jerk!" there was a bite in her voice now. 

"Hey, what did you expect? You call me after three years and what? What did you think?" I felt my mercurial temper beginning to erupt and reeled it in. I was happy and angry but definitely more 'happy' than anything else, "Listen, I don't want to fight. I don't have the energy for it anymore." 

She was quiet. I could hear her breathing. My heart was pounding, my mind screaming: don't hang up, baby, please don't hang up!

"I don't either, Luke, I just ..." more silence, then, "I was calling because of Dad. You know that he hasn't been well and we thought, Mom and I thought that we'd do something special for his birthday. We were thinking of taking him to Alaska – it's one of the things on his bucket list. He's always wanted to go fishing there, you remember those stories! God, it seems like yesterday! What do you think?" 

I knew she was extending the olive branch. If this had been Mom's idea, she would have called, not Rachael. I had to control my excitement. I didn't want to get ahead of things. 

Alaska! We grew up hearing incredible tales of that frozen wilderness. I remember Rachael and me as kids, curled up in bed listening to my father's tales of White Fang and wolves, elk and the caribou, the tundra, the grizzly and the salmon. For him it represented the last American frontier and he had always fancied himself to be an adventurer of the Hemmingway, Jack London ilk. His heroes were all erudite and worldly intellectuals, men who lived life exploring the unknown. Unfortunately, my father lived his mostly through the experiences of others. He was a hopeless romantic caught up in his books. But he had piqued our interest as children, instilling and nourishing those seeds of adventure. I knew it would mean a lot to him to finally check this one off his list. 

"Just tell me how much and I'll send you the check or I can put it my card." I offered impersonally. 

"I didn't call you for money! I don't believe you! I called because we ..." she caught herself and corrected, "... Mom thought it would be nice for us to be together, a family again!" 

"Mom?" I asked.

She didn't answer and I didn't push it. 

"When were you planning to go?" I asked, "I would have to let my boss know." 

"The weekend of his birthday, a month from now. I think a week should be fun." She replied, unable to suppress her enthusiasm and I could tell she was relieved and happy, "I've checked some places out and there are these day trips to Kodiak Island and Nushagak River ..." 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 05



"Rachael?" 

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry. I really do want to talk but I have a meeting in a few minutes; I have to get back to work." I said reluctantly, "Can I call you later?"

"Of course! I'm sorry," she said quickly, "we can talk later." 

"Send me the details. My Gmail account is still the same. And ... and, thanks for calling. I mean that. I've missed ..." my voice had softened considerably but I didn't know how to say it. I wanted to tell her how much I had missed her but I couldn't.

She took pity on me, mercifully, "Me too. Give me a few days and I'll send you everything and then we can work out the schedule." She was quiet again and I wondered what she was going to say. "Luke, please call Dad. I think he would love to hear from you. He talks about you all the time."

I was about to respond with something irascible and nasty but held myself in check. My father and I hadn't spoken since I had left. 

"I will. Take care of yourself." 

"Luke, I ..." she was whispering, "... thank you." 

And she hung up the phone. I was so high I could have kissed a bar-headed goose! For those who aren't aware of these soaring birds; those suckers fly over the Himalayas, as high as thirty thousand feet!

***** 

That was the renaissance of our relationship; the getting back together as lovers. That trip was focused on Dad and though we talked quite a bit, we never brought up our past. Not that I didn't want to but I could never find the right moment. On the day that I was leaving to get back to Chicago, she managed to get Mom and Dad registered for an Iñupiat Art class so she could drop me to the airport and we could share some time alone. It was transparent but my parents went along with it. Mom was thrilled. I think Dad's fragile health and the fact that time heals all, had softened his perspective. We had bridged our differences. I realized that there was a lot of my father in me and partialities aside, I was his eldest son, his only son. 

Rachael and I stopped at a small coffee shop on the way to the airport and spent most of the time quietly studying each other. I felt like a schoolboy on a date with the prom queen. She had changed, she was older, a little slimmer and her hair had lightened. She looked even more beautiful if that was possible – at least she did to me. 

"I can't believe it's over," she said looking at me and then into her coffee, her hair which she had cut a bit shorter, cascade around her face, "the week went by so quickly!" 

"Yeah, it's Einstein's theory," I said without thinking and realized that it was something my father would have said. I was getting to be more like him than I had ever imagined. 

"What? You're so full of it!" she said and laughed, "You sound like Dad and his Chaos Theory!"

She blushed right after she said it. I guess it brought back unpleasant memories reminding her of my indiscretion. 

We were quiet again. I kept peeking at her, quick, secretive glances as if to confirm that she was indeed there and not some figment of my imagination. I could feel my heart tightening at the thought of her belonging to someone else. I figured it was now or never. 

"Rach, are you seeing anyone?" I had to ask, it had been on my mind the entire trip.

"It's none of your business!" she said, straight-faced and then laughed at my expression, "No I'm not! You should have seen the look on your face!" She sipped her coffee before asking, "How about you?"

Though it sounded matter-of-fact, I knew she was just as concerned as I had been. I was so relieved that I didn't trust myself to speak. And when I did, I replied softly, my voice sounding strangely removed; as if it was someone else who was speaking.

"No, no one." 

"You're such a liar, Luke! I know you!" she exclaimed smugly.

"I mean it, sis, I'm not. I broke up with someone over a year ago and I haven't, I couldn't ..." I left it unsaid. How do you tell your sister that no one ever measured up to her and that I couldn't stop thinking of her? 

She was quiet again and then did something that made my day, my week, my month ... She reached across the table and took my hands in hers. It was an act of forgiveness and renewal. 

"I haven't been able to stop loving you Luke Meacham, even though you hurt me more that you'll ever know!" she said it clearly looking into my eyes. 

I was in heaven, flying higher than those fucking geese! 

*****

At the Airport, she insisted on parking the car and seeing me off against all my objections. I hated Airport goodbyes, never knowing what to do or say as the time drew closer. I waited until the very last minute before saying goodbye to her. It wasn't very crowded. We had been standing, holding hands when I heard the announcement over the PA. 

"I'd better go," I said turning to her.

For a moment it was awkward. She kissed me quickly on my cheek and then when I pulled her to me, I felt her mouth searching for mine. I'm not sure how long we had been lip-locked but it was a long, sensual kiss and both of us needed to come up for air. I stepped back and could see her blushing. 

"I missed that so much," I said, "I missed you, Rachael Meacham, more than you'll ever know!" And 

I walked away. Don't ask me why but I felt like the John Wayne riding off into the sunset. 

*****

Bella Coola, BC

"Associate yourself with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation; for 'tis better to be alone than in bad company." George Washington

The idea of a trip to Bella Coola began with just Rachael and me. She was to come to Chicago and we were to have gone together. But then when Kyla got wind of it, she decided to join us and before I knew it, Andrew and Sarah, Rachael's roommates wanted to tag along and that's how it got seriously fucked up. 

By then, we had been talking every night, our conversations laced with overt sexual innuendos. This was going to be our trip, where we got back together. I couldn't wait for the make-up sex and told her so.

"You know what's going to happen when we meet, don't you?" I asked her. 

"No, tell me!" she replied, tongue in cheek.

"You remember that night when you said you were sore and couldn't walk?" I asked her, my cock throbbing in my PJs. 

She was quiet before replying, "Unh-huh!" 

"Well, it's going to get exponentially worse! They're going to have to hospitalize you once I'm done fucking you!" I was shagging myself at the thought of the things I would do to her. 

I knew I was getting to her. I had that picture of her, in her bikini swimsuit; her fingers buried inside her twat and could imagine her now, lying on her bed, her nightie pulled up, pleasuring herself. 

"What are you wearing?" my voice was soft and hoarse, laced with desire.

"The Bugs Bunny Tee," she whispered back. It was an oversized, cotton t-shirt I'd given her years back that she loved. 

"And panties? What color?"

"I'm not wearing any ..." 

Damn! That was hot. I could picture her cunt, swollen and wet!

"What are you doing?" 

"The same thing you are ..." she answered, her breathing soft, ragged.

Oh, fuck! She was frigging herself; her fingers riding between the puffy lips of her vagina. 

"I'm going to make up for all the lost time. You'd better be ready to pay ..." I was now beyond rationale. 

"Promises, promises," she said in her little girl voice.

"... I'm going to fuck you, little sister, fuck you silly!" 

I could hear her through the silence as she readjusted her phone closer to her crotch so I could hear her fingers squishing, working her slit, and then she said so softly I barely heard it, her voice shaking, "Do you like that? I'm so wet for you, baby, your sister wants you ..." 

She was back! She loved to verbalize our incestuous bonds and I loved listening to her. 

"Oh yes, little sister, I'm can taste you ... I'm going to lick you, fuck you all night ..."

"You'll have to catch me first, darling brother!" she whispered back as we continued with our salacious teasing, titillating, urging and leading each other to the edge of the precipice. 

*****

Back to the present: Discovery

And now, before I had a chance to see her, she was gone with some motherfucking maniac on her trail. I made a promise to myself that if he hurts a hair on her head, I'll make it my sole purpose in life to find him, to track him down and kill him - slowly. I'd make sure it took a year for him to die. He'd be screaming every second of the minute, every minute of the hour, every hour of the day and through the three sixty five days of that frigging year! And then I heard 

Danny and it shook me out of my dark reverie.

"We're almost there," he called back. 

We had climbed up and around, circumscribing the caves and after an hour or so of working our way through dense shrubs and foliage, we arrived above the ledge where Rachael and Kyla had egressed. We were higher up the mountainside and at a thirty degree angle to the cabin. 

The view was spectacular and I could understand why he had picked this spot. He was near fresh water and it was secluded. The authorities would have been hard pressed to find this haven. He had given a lot of thought to the location and the manner in which he built his shelter. Even by helicopter, you'd miss it. The place was hidden under the cover of trees and dense shrubs. But from our vantage point, we could see the side of the cabin built into the rock face. 

"I never thought anyone lived here," the giant muttered to himself. 

Now that we were so close, my only thought was to get to Rachael. There was a part of me that was worried about what might have happened to her but I forced the doubting insinuations from my mind. I had to find her. That's all that mattered. 

"That must be his place. I'm going in from the front, you should try the side," I said pointing to the left, "just in case ..." 

And, before he could respond, I was off. I went down the incline; rapelling as quickly as I could then crouched and made a mad dash across the small yard to the front door. I noticed that it wasn't closed; it was open just a crack. There were an eerie stillness inside the cabin and I began to worry. My mind raced with questions. Was Rachael in there or did he have her sequestered somewhere else. Where were Kyla and Sarah? Where the fuck was he? 

I looked for the giant and saw him bounding in from the side and decided to go in. I pushed the door open, slowly, but it creaked on its rusty hinges, the noise splintering the spectral quiet and I half expected some crazed ogre to leap out from the shadows. But there was nothing; no noise, no movement or regressive activity, nothing! All I heard was the incongruous sounds of birds and insects blending with the hissing rustle of leaves in nature's mocking symphony. 

It was dark in the room and I crouched lower allowing my eyes to adjust before cautiously making my way to the open archway on the right. I passed some pots and pans and pressed myself, back against the wall, and waited, listening for the slightest movement. Hearing nothing, I spun and dashed into the room. 

The bed was the first thing that I saw and mainly because the room was barren except for it. And then it registered: Kyla! As soon as I saw her, I was filled with relief followed by apprehension and shock. She was tied spread-eagled and her clothing was strewn in a scrambled heap besides the bed. She was covered in a fur quilt. 

Her eyes fluttered open when she heard the big man stumble in after me, his thundering feet sure to raise the dead. He couldn't help himself.

"Ohhhh ..." she sighed, "Luke ..."

"Ssshhhh, it's okay, you're safe," I said while the giant cut the ropes binding her to the bedposts. 

When she sat up, I hugged her and felt the quilt falling away. I was sitting on side of the bed aware of my fingers against her bare back, her breasts pressing into my chest and knew that she was naked.

"Are you okay?" I asked; my concern obvious. 

She didn't answer. The unmistakable smell of sex that hung tenuously in the air told the story. 

"I ..." she started and then reached under us, pulling the quilt back up to cover herself, "My clothes, please hand me my clothes." 

The giant picked up the pile and sorted them meticulously. He did it quickly and efficiently and with consideration before handing them over to her. 

"This is Danny. He's a friend." I said when I saw her looking at him. 

"Daniel Benn, ma'am," he acknowledged, tipping his huge head. 

She took the clothes from him without saying anything and waited. We turned our backs to allow her some privacy. I knew that the fucker had hurt her and I was now determined to hurt him back. I had known Kyla all my life. She was family and this asshole was going to pay. He was going to die. 

"We'll get him, don't you worry, little man, we'll hunt him down," the giant muttered knowing exactly what I was feeling. 

"Where's Rachael?" I asked; my heart in my throat, terrified of the answer.

"Rachael and Sarah are in the next room, they're safe ..." she said, "... you've got to hurry. He's gone to find Andrew, to kill him!" 

As soon as she confirmed Rachael's safety, I felt an overwhelming relief. My mind kept went blank except for a single thought: Rachael's fine, Rachael's fine, Rachael's fine ... 

"Luke, he's gone to kill Andrew! He said so," she reiterated with urgency, paused and added, "to me!" 

"What?" I asked not sure if I had heard right. 

The giant had already left and I could hear him lifting the crossbar off of the support brackets and the door creaking noisily open. 

"He's gone back." she said again, "He knows where Andrew is; he's going to kill him. You need to hurry, Luke, I'll be ..." she stopped, "Go on, we'll be fine now." 

Her shirt was ripped, with buttons missing. She was tying the ends in a knot around her abdomen just below her breasts. I saw teeth mark and bruises on her breasts and neck. My heart went out to her when I saw her fingers trembling. I stroked her hair gently back. 

"How long ago? I mean, when did he leave?" I asked.

"About twenty five to thirty minutes, I think. I, er, I ..." she answered, "... I can't be sure."

I heard more shuffling of feet and when I turned around the giant was standing behind Rachael and Sarah but all I could see was my sister. 

She was in the doorway, disheveled and tired but looking as incredible as ever. For a moment all else faded and we were alone, the quantum of time and space had compressed to an infinite nothingness. We looked at each other, eyes locked, and then she was in my arms. I held her so tightly I could feel her body flexing, melting into mine. I kissed the side of her head, overcome with relief, thrilling to the warmth of her breath against my neck. I finally had her back. I wished we had been alone but I was never letting her go again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sarah with Kyla, hugging her, cooing to her, gentle affirmations the way only women can. It was an emotional reunion for all of us. 

"Listen, I'll go," the giant said coming over to us and when Rachael looked up at him, he grinned, his eyes crinkling up, shining like chips of aquamarine, white teeth flashing, "Well, hello missy, I knew we'd meet again!" 

She blushed and said with a smirk, "Oh, it's you!" 

She had brushed him off when he had approached her in Bella Coola – that seemed like a lifetime ago. Damn! I don't believe this – my sister was attracted to him. But she still clung to me her arms around my waist. 

"You take care of her," he said to me and then did a poor imitation of the Terminator, "I'll be back!" 

Rachael and I couldn't help but smile, his expression was priceless. But, deep down I knew the big man wouldn't be able to make it back quickly enough. I was in denial. I didn't want to leave my sister. Danny would have to go around the big rock, the one he christened, Mother's Hell, while I could chimney back down and that would shave thirty minutes off the trip. Thirty minutes that could mean the difference between life and death. The only chance Andrew had was if I went alone. Fuckin' Karma! 

"No, you stay. I'll go. I'm faster and I now know the way. Just make sure they are safe." 

He didn't object. He was pragmatic and accepted things for what they are. 

"Okay, you don't worry, little man, they're safe now. I'll bring them back," he said reassuringly and then held out his knife, "Take this. You may need it." 

It was his Bowie knife with a twelve inch blade and a handle made from carved walrus tusk. It was given to him by his father and was something he cherished. It was a real knife and not the Swiss Army pocket miniature that I had. I was touched by the gesture but I shook my head. It was of no use to me. 

"Keep it, big man, you may have to catch and skin dinner – these gals can eat," I said motioning to Rachael and Kyla. 

I could feel Rachael clinging to me, her fingers digging into the sides of my waist but I pulled her hands away as gently as I could and whispered so that only she could hear.

"Don't worry, baby, nothing's going to keep me away from you, nothing!" 

There was very little time and I didn't want my mind fogged with distractions, especially emotional distractions concerning my sister. 

The last thing I heard before entering the shaded embrace of the trees was Rachael calling out softly, "Luke, be careful ... I love you ..." 

It was a lover's exchange and I wondered what the giant would make of that. 

There was one thing in my favor; the element of surprise. The maniac had no clue that I was on my way back. 

*****

Contact

I backtracked to the waterfall and was about to stop for a quick drink when I saw someone bent over splashing his face. My initial reaction was that it was him, the lunatic who had grabbed the girls, but when he stood up and turned I was surprised to see Lester Cooley. What the fuck was he doing here? And whatever happened to Bill Jacobs and his friends? 

I would have confronted him except I didn't have the time so eschewing the break I kept going. I couldn't help but wonder about those businessmen and Jeff, the kid who was Cooley's assistant. Something wasn't right but I couldn't put my finger on it. It just smelled of rotting fish. I was concerned enough for Jacobs and his buddies that I decided to detour quickly by their campsite. 

When I arrived there, it was deserted. The tents were gone and all that was left was the scattered ashes from the previous night. I looked around but there was nothing to indicate any foul play. I didn't have time so though it didn't feel right, I moved on. 

I was making pretty good time and even traversing down the treacherous rock; the one Danny had baptized 'Mother's Hell', went faster than I had expected. He had named it while peeing on its base, and was short for 'Motherfucking Hell of a Rock' – except the big man never cursed and had called it, "Mother-bleeping Hell of a Rock"! He left it to me to fill in the expletive. I smiled at the memory! I realized that I was taking a real liking to him and felt conflicted about Rachael and him. But that was going to have to wait. 

I was about a fifty yards from Rachael's campsite when I saw someone walking around the tents. It wasn't Andrew. The man's face paint and camouflaged outfit was a dead giveaway. It was him! The fuckin' kidnapper and rapist! 

I froze, making sure I didn't make any noise. I was hidden in the shadows of the large Cedars, behind their enormous trunks. I felt the adrenalin rush and had to fight to keep my excitement in check. I didn't want to spook him off – that would create a whole new set of problems. I inched closer, crouched low making sure that he was always in my line of sight. 

There was no sign of Andrew and that was good. The last thing I needed was for him to come out to explore the sounds around the campsite. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 05



Danny had covered our tracks using a leafy branch to wipe away our footprints and resurrect the trampled blades of grass – he called it 'Backwoods Smarts'! I just hoped he had done a good enough backwoods job. 

The man stood up and looked around, squinting against the evenings glare; his movements were quick and decisive, almost to the point of being herky-jerky. He walked on the balls of his feet with the bounce of a gymnast. He wasn't very tall, maybe five-nine or ten, but he was thick and I knew instinctively that he was trouble. I was right.

He scanned the area and without hesitation, made a beeline towards the place we had left Andrew. He was halfway up the incline when I realized that this was it. 

I stepped into the clearing and called, "Hey, asshole, you looking for me?" 

The man stopped and spun around, ducking as he moved. He was crouched low, knees bent and ready to spring into action. He studied me and then straightened up.

"Who are you?" he asked his voice hoarse and soft, his eyes darting to the left and right of me. 

"I'm your fuckin' nightmare, motherfucker! You shouldn't have messed with my sister!" 

He studied me for a few moments then laughed and made his way back towards me. He reminded me of a wild animal, a wolf, sizing up a large prey. We were about five yards apart when he stopped. I could see his eyes, pale blue, almost translucent, gleaming with excitement. He was an adrenalin junkie a bit like me. 

We stood eyeing each other, saying nothing, moving in a slow, counterclockwise circle. He had crouched again, making himself even smaller, offering less of a target. This was not a scuffle in the gym or a barroom fight; this was the real thing and what was at stake was life and death. I was trying to get a read on him and recognized the trap a second too late. He was a southpaw and had moved me into his left hand. I caught the flash of the blade just as he swung his arm in a lightning quick arc. It was a knuckle knife with a curved, axe-like blade that swept across his fist. I jerked back and felt it nick my pectoral slicing through the shirt. That was close, too damn close. 

He laughed again except that it sounded like a snarl and kept the knife in a twisting, compact motion, held close to his body. He was bent over, his arms criss-crossing in small loops that prevented a counterstrike to his body. He was quick with catlike reflexes so I wasn't going to be able to surprise him; I would have to lure him in. The problem I faced was the knife - being right handed, my best shots were to his left side and that's where the danger was. 

I faked a jab but he didn't flinch and instead made a quick lunge at my neck that I managed to parry away harmlessly. And, before he could back up, I threw a short left elbow, catching him high on the head that sent him stumbling. But he regained his balance almost immediately. He was back, crouched low, moving forward, shifting his weight from one foot to the other using the slashing blade to force me slowly backwards. It was then that I realized his ploy. There was a drop of hundred or so feet and he was moving me towards it to force me over. 

I tried circling away, to reverse positions but he was like a boxer, cutting off the ring. Any lateral move on my part was met with a counter move that kept me pinned. He was quicker than me so I had to get this to the ground. If I could get a hold of him, it would be over. 

I faked with the left again but this time he flinched and I threw a left front kick catching him high on the chest sending him tumbling backwards but he rolled with the blow and was up again, coiled and ready but with a different look in his eyes. I could sense a subtle change in his manner. The two blows he had taken had him concerned. He faked with the left using the knife to distract me, making me recoil but I moved into the right hand that he threw almost simultaneously. It caught me flush on the side of the head, messing with my equilibrium and while I staggered back he came forwards slashing wildly with the fisted scimitar. I kicked out in self-preservation and felt the pain shoot up my leg. 

He had sliced a deep gash through the muscle almost to the bone. He slashed again and this time it caught me on my arm, not very deep but enough to make it bleed. He was carving me up like a turkey at Thanksgiving. 

He kept pressing, using the knife in short compact arcs, inching forward forcing me to retreat. It was that or risk getting sliced up and when I glanced backwards, I was only a few feet from the edge. This was fucked up. There are moments in a conflict when hope begins to fade and desperations sets in. That's when you make mistakes. I was getting there. I didn't have a solution for his speed and reflexes and the knife gave him a distinct advantage. I threw caution to the wind and charged him, throwing a flying knee and maybe it was the surprise but it struck home, knocking him over. 

This was the opening that I had been looking for. While he was scrambling to get up, I was on him, forcing him back to the ground. We rolled over several times but ended up with him on top, straddling my stomach. I grabbed his left wrist firmly and pushed it backwards looping my left arm under it in a Kimura and then jerked it back and up, behind him. I was going to break his arm. But he was obviously experienced in Brazilian Jiujutsu and had seen this move before. He rolled over, untwisting his arm at the same time and pulled away breaking my grip and was on his feet before I had a chance to recover my position. He rushed forward and stomped down, his heel aiming for my head. I had no option but to roll out from under him and was almost back up when I lost my footing and as I did, I fell over the edge. I tumbled wildly down the incline before I could straighten up, trying to grab at anything to break the fall and just as I neared the drop-off that would have had me falling into the abyss, my fingers hooked onto a rock. I held on tight, stabilizing myself and when I looked up, I saw him standing on the ledge, about twenty five feet above me, with a rock the size of a pumpkin in his hands, poised to hurl it towards me ...

******

End of Part 5



Wilderness Paradise Pt. 06



"For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, fornication, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, licentiousness, envy, slander, pride, foolishness. All these evil things come from within, and they defile a man." (Mark 7:14-23)

The Way Back -- Finding Rachael

They had been looking through the two rooms of the small cabin and had discovered a cache of backpacks, women's purses, and clothes, under garments, jewelry and personal items that had obviously belonged to other campers or trekkers. They were stashed next to the wooden table and loosely covered with a sheet. 

"We had better get going before it gets dark," Daniel Benn said to Rachael. The big man had been in the yard, standing watch, in case Woodard decided to come back. 

"There so much here!" Rachael exclaimed, rummaging through the vanity items and clothing and holding up a dress, "God! These poor girls! What do you think happened to them?" 

The need for reassurance is common in times of crisis. The reality is so grossly deviant or vulgar that acknowledging it condemns us all in some way; it connects us to the horror within a few degrees of separation. That one person could do so much harm to another is beyond the grasp of normal cognizance when the only perspective we have is gleaned from the Evening News or shows like NCIS, Law and Order SVU and others of that ilk. We are titillated and anaesthetized by their pithy themes. It is the quintessential aphorism: Art imitating Life. 

We do not want to believe that the quiet, polite kid with glasses, who lives next door to us, is a child molester or serial killer -- as was the case with Jeffrey Dahmer. A neighbor once saw a naked boy running out of Dahmer's apartment but couldn't believe that it had anything to do with the quiet man he knew and did not report the incident. Psychologists refer to this as Cognitive Dissonance -- our inability to rationalize aberrant behavior with perception. Dahmer went on to kill twelve more people, most of them, young boys. 

There was nothing the giant could have said that would have allayed Rachael's fears or coddled her sensibilities. 

The big Canadian looked at her and shook his head, "Nothing good, I can assure you. This is a sick man, not right in his head!" 

"It's worse than that, Daniel, he's a pathological killer! A rapist and a serial murderer!"

"You had better come and look at this! Quick!" Sarah said poking her head through the doorway.

Rachael and Danny followed her to the weathered hutch in the back. It was made from Western Red Cedar with a coarse, unfinished veneer and looked like a Storage Shed or an Outhouse. It was neither. The narrow door was open and Kyla was standing inside the doorway, her face ashen. The floor, unlike the cabin, was cemented but one look at the interior and the bizarre accoutrements anchored to the floor and walls and it was clear that this was the bastille where the acts of madness were committed. 

The shackles with heavy chains and leather braces for the neck and the feet were there to keep the victims immobilized and helpless. There were four sets, three on one wall and one on the wall opposite them. The three were evenly spaced, an arm's length from each other. And judging from the galvanized gleam of the solitary station, it was obvious that it was a recent addition. 

Rachael tried to imagine what it would be like to have the door closed and to be shackled like an animal, left naked in the pitch-black darkness, shivering from the freezing cold, unable to move or see; terrified by every sound but helpless to do anything. It sent a chill down her spine. The tangible proximity to this evil corruption resurrected the ghosts of her childhood giving life to those unimaginable monsters that had lurked in her closet and haunted the dark corners of her imagination. 

"Look there," Kyla said pointing to the corner where the wood was discolored with a wide spattering of reddish brown stains, some blotches more recent than others. 

The floor had been scrubbed clean and there was a mild smell of pine and ammonia but neither time nor disinfectant could mask the subtle stench of human death. It clung tenaciously to the walls, carried by eddies of air that filtered through their nostrils stirring in them a nauseating repugnance. 

They stood quietly, eyes darting from shackles to stains, each lost in their own form of abhorrence unable to reconcile the madness with the insouciant existence of their isolated and sterile worlds. Words would have only desecrated the memory of those who had suffered here. It was obvious that they were looking at the bloody marker of some poor soul (or souls) whose single requiem lay in this Stygian origami. The sordid thoughts and images that swirled in their heads, detailing the butchering of another human, were simply too overwhelming. 

It was Kyla who reacted first. She squeezed by the others, leaving the shed and turning to one side she doubled over as the bile regurgitated up in a series of dry heaves. They could hear her retching. The memory of her experience was too recent and spoliated by the clammy insinuation she had just witnessed. This was too near to her fantasies; the encounter, too morbid to be erotic and so similar that it made her sick. It was especially disgusting, the fact that she had on some level enjoyed the fantasy -- that she did it for her own survival was lost in the stark malevolence that was on display. It was the admission of taking pleasure from sex with this deviant that filled her with revulsion. 

The giant, who had been standing by the door, gently stroked her back, commiserating with her, then ducked his head and came in. His immense frame blocked out most of the light. He examined the shackles and grabbed hold of the chain nearest him, wrapping it around his fist. He adjusted his grip then jerked on it, testing its resolve. It held. He pulled again, this time with greater force, causing them to creak and groan but they withstood the extraordinary strain.

"Pretty strong!" he muttered and flexed his shoulders. He was getting ready to test it further when Rachael reached out and touched his arm.

"Don't break it, Daniel, it is evidence." She cautioned softly. 

"You're right," the big man admitted. He dropped the manacles and backed out of the shed. 

The dull clatter of metal against cement rang with distinct clarity, a symbolic tolling of bells, the tinny reverberations spooking the women. 

"Okay, let's go, this place gives me the creeps," Rachael said walking out into the small yard, squinting to adjust to the evening's sunlight after being in the shadowy dimness of the shed. 

She went over to Kyla and hugged her. "Are you okay?" 

They stood basking in the comfort of each other's embrace before the tall woman nodded, "I'm okay. Let's just go. I want to get as far away from this place ..."

"I know. Let's get out of here!"

"Wait! Rachael, there has to be more! There must be drivers licenses, passports and other personal items hidden somewhere here." Sarah said her words tumbling out quickly. "We owe it to these girls to try and find them. If it weren't for all of you, I would have been one of them! Their families need closure." 

No one spoke until finally it was Kyla who agreed, "We all need closure." 

The realization that they had come within a hair's breadth of sharing a fate worse than death weighed heavily on all of them and they stood looking at one another, their disgust and fear attenuated by a new resolve. It was Rachael who sighed loudly, a cathartic gesture, and shook her head as if to rid her mind of the gruesome images construed by morbid illusion. She was their unspoken leader. 

"I agree. Let's go through the cabin again, make sure we haven't missed anything." She said and began walking back. 

This time there was a renewed urgency to their search, turning things over, looking under the mattress and in the boxes hidden under the bed but all they managed to find were more clothing and jewelry that Woodard had taken from the women. Rachael had read somewhere that serial killers often kept mementos of their victims to relive the excitement of their irreverent avocation and this man was no different. There was an uncanny order to the inventory of trinkets. Rings and bracelets in one box, necklaces and pendants in another, panties folded neatly alongside bras, dresses, jeans and trousers in a larger box -- it was eerie. 

After forty minutes, their diligent search had uncovered nothing further. They had rummaged through every possible secret place, in every nook and corner, but their perquisition had come up empty. 

Rachael stood in the main room, hands akimbo, "It's got to be here! It has to be! He would want to see their faces to reenact his fantasies so that it would have more meaning for him!" 

She looked around the room, her eyes searching for other possible hiding places but there was nothing obvious. She was harried by splintering thoughts of Luke and had to constantly refocus her efforts to the task at hand. The years without him had been the most difficult for her and if she were to lose him again she wasn't sure she could survive. She felt the tightness in her chest growing and closed her eyes. 

"Listen, we can come back with the police. They have dogs and we might be able to find them ..." the big man hadn't wanted to say it but then continued, "... find the bodies. But we better leave now if we want to make it back before it gets dark." 

"You're right, Daniel, we are wasting time. He could have hidden them anywhere, even outside." Rachael agreed then paused before adding, "I've tried not to think about it, but I'm worried about Luke. I'm ..."

"Don't worry, missy, your brother is a tough, little feller and he strikes me as a bloke who keeps his promises." He answered and gave her a reassuring smile.

"What promises?" Rachael asked, puzzled.

"Ah, yes. Your brother has promised to be my best man!" 

"You're getting married?" She was surprised.

"WE are getting married! You and me! It's this karma thing, girl, don't fight it," he said with a big, lopsided grin.

"You're an idiot! And, we were getting on so well!" she snapped back but blushed. 

"Don't be that way, missy, I know you feel something! I can see it on your face!"

"I feel something alright! I feel like slapping some sense into you, you big ox! And what you see ..." she was midsentence when she caught the movement at the front door. 

And that's when they noticed the tall silhouette standing in the doorway. It was Luther Cooley and he had a gun pointed at them. 

*****

Karmic Justice -- What goes around comes around

It is hard to explain exactly what I was feeling hanging on for dear life; clinging to a small bump of a rock by tips of my fingers. There was disbelief, desperation, anger, frustration -- all swirling together in one massive, pressing swell. And the sight of the crazy man standing on the ledge with a rock in his hands confirmed the deadly seriousness of my predicament. I was sure that I was done for, a goner, or whatever phrase best suited my situation. Unless lightning struck this asshole, it was pretty much 'game over' for me! He was about to send me headlong into the next life and all I could think of was Rachael. We were on the brink of making up and all those plans I had were now for naught!

Looking up at him, I could see the satisfied sneer on his face as he let the rock go, hurling it at me. I closed my eyes instinctively and felt the wake of the pumpkin-sized boulder as it whizzed by my head missing me by inches. At least that is what it felt like. 

There was a sense of disbelief when I opened my eyes. He missed! It was total elation, that is, until he spoke again.

"You ever go bowling, tough guy; the next one's going to be a strike!" he called down to me and disappeared looking for another rock. 

I tried using my feet, kicking wildly but there was nothing to grab onto. I was the proverbial sitting duck, hanging helplessly in mid-air. It is at the most inappropriate moments that certain memories pop up, assailing your thoughts with a clarity that is astounding, creating a phantasmal phenomenon possibly to mitigate the immediate and deadly exigency. And for me, it was Rachael's Bugs Bunny t-shirt. Images of the garment flashed inexplicably before my eyes, the manner in which it bunched up above her fleshy thighs revealing a hint of her panties and the slight cleft of her vaginal lips ... that was before I saw his silhouette again and any hope that I might have fostered, faded as quickly as the blink of an eye. 

He had a bigger rock and was poised to launch it at me. I closed my eyes and prayed harder than I had ever done before and though I didn't see my life playing out in random snapshots, the reason for my living did -- it was Rachael's face smiling at me. And that's when I heard the dull thud of the boulder hitting close, spraying me with dirt. A heartbeat later, I heard the rock clattering at the bottom of the ravine. He had missed again! 

"Fuck! You are one lucky asshole! But don't go anywhere, you know what they say? The third time is the charm -- strike three!" he taunted just before disappearing again. 

Letting go meant certain death. If, on the other hand, I could swing my legs a little farther I might be able to hook my toes onto a slightly larger rock to the right side of me and which would allow me to bridge up onto the underside and present less of a target. This would mean swinging my body, to and fro like a pendulum, to generate the momentum required to stretch for the toe-hook. The dull ache in my forearms signaled the build-up of lactic acid and my fingers, crimping the rock, were beginning to tire. There was a voice in my head screaming for me to let go, to chance the fall and hope for the best but the survival instinct is a powerful one and I held on with renewed determination. I was spurred on by thoughts of Mom and Dad and Rachael: always Rachael; my lover and sweet, gentle sister who I cared for more than life itself. I had to find a way out of this. I didn't come all this way to lose her again. But just then the crazy man turned up again with a rock the size of Arkansas. 

"Any last words?" He asked getting ready to finish me off, "No? No last words for you sister? Come on, you must have something to say to her? I'm going to enjoy fucking her, making her squeal, you know what I mean? After a while they get to like it!" 

I heard him laughing; a high-pitched hyena cackle that rang down the mountain slopes, and all I could think of was how easily he handled that large rock. The fucker was strong. 

"You're pathetic, asshole; you couldn't hit the side of a barn if you were standing next to it!" I called up hoping to mess with his mind. 

I realized that this situation was statistically stacked against me. Sooner or later he was going to get lucky. I closed my eyes again, bracing for the worst. And just then I heard a sound, a muffled thwack, like that of a baseball bat. I opened my eyes in time to see the madman with his rock falling headlong over the edge in a perfect swan dive. His face was etched in surprise and terror and he was screaming as he hurtled past me. There was another dull thud that rattled up from the bottom of the ravine and then everything went still. 

When I looked up again I couldn't quite believe it, I had to blink and look again - it was Andrew. 

"Luke? Hey, hang on," he called down, "I have a rope. Give me a minute." 

Once I made it back up, I sat down, my arms burning with the searing pain of lactic acid. I was reacting to the adrenalin dump and the immense relief that washed over me like an opiate. I tried to control my hands, to stop the trembling but I noticed my fingers shaking as I pulled up my trousers. I needed to take care of my leg which was still bleeding. It was a flesh wound that was pretty deep but not serious. 

"Where's the first-aid kit?" I asked. 

"Oh, yes, I'll get it," Andrew said and rushed into the tent and returned with the kit. 

"Thanks," I said taking the soft pouch from him. 

Andrew stood there with a grin on his face while I cleaned and bandaged up the gash on the outside of my calf muscle, "You saved my ass." I muttered up at him. 

"Hey, it was the least I could do. And, I owed him that for what he did to me," Andrew replied and then continued pointing to the club-like staff, "I made that after you guys left. I was feeling better and needed to do something to keep my mind busy. I was going nuts worrying about Sarah. I figured I'd make myself a club, something more substantial in case a bear turned up, and a good thing I did!" 

"Amen to that, brother!" I replied, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine. I look worse than I feel. Did you find Sarah?" he asked unable to hide his concern.

"She's okay. Unharmed. They are all fine. Danny's bringing them here but if you are up to it we can head their way and surprise them, what do you say?" 

I wanted to get back to Rachael as soon as I could, wondering if the giant has cast his spell on her. I had to curb the sudden insecurity that welled up in me. I thought about Dennis Stolle and all that it had cost me! Damn! Not again -- never again!

"I say 'yes', let's go!" He answered with enthusiasm. 

"We'll leave as soon as we make sure that that asshole isn't a Freddy Krueger reincarnate," I said and got up. 

*****

A Giant amongst Men

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what do we have here?" Cooley said studying the giant and Rachael, "I'm sure Josh wouldn't like this -- fuckin' strangers messing around in his place!"

The room had been ransacked and was in disarray. 

"What are you doing here?" Rachael asked recognizing the tall man they had met earlier and surprised by his sudden appearance. 

"The question is; what are you doing here, bitch?" he asked disdainfully. 

The giant turned, facing Cooley, "Watch your mouth!" 

"Don't even think it! Move!" Cooley hissed waving the Israeli made Jericho 941, the light reflecting ominously off of the modified stainless steel barrel, "Move over; next to them!"

Kyla and Sarah had come into the main room when they heard the commotion and were standing behind Rachael. 

The giant remained where he was, eyes unwavering, carefully gauging the distance between them, "You don't really think that little peashooter will stop me, eh?" 

"You want to find out? It's a .40 caliber, motherfucker - I've killed a fuckin' grizzly with this! Yeah, it'll stop your jumbo ass, I guarantee it! Now move over, I'm not asking again!" Cooley's voice had dropped to an ominous hiss. 

"Danny, please ..." Rachael said her voice, soft and pleading but the giant remained where he was. 

Cooley realized that he had to either shoot the big man or adjust his position -- he chose the latter. He moved slowly towards the women, to the apex of a spatial triangle, keeping them in front of him so that he could cover the girls and the big man. He wasn't as worried about the women as much as he was the giant. Contrary to his bravado, Daniel's size was intimidating, and he wasn't absolutely sure the .40 caliber would stop this Bunyanesque behemoth. 

"You are trespassing and I could shoot you for that!" Cooley said, addressing the giant, "This place belongs to a friend of mine and I know he wouldn't appreciate you poking around in his things." 

"His things? Your friend is a maniac! Do you know that he kidnapped us? That he's most probably killed several women?" Sarah interjected vehemently. 

"Several women and men," he corrected. 

"That's sick! Why? Why would you -" Rachael didn't recognize the implication. 

The tall man interrupted her, ignoring the question.

"Josh is good at a lot of things but he'll be the first to tell you, he's not the brains of this organization. I am! There is no way he could manage something as tricky as this!"




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 06



He paused, looked around at them, waiting for his admission to sink in and then continued, "I'm the one who leads them here or let's him know when some sweet thing is coming this way. We're a team. Tourists check in at my office looking for maps and guides, like you girls did, and if I see something nice, I let Josh know and the rest is like taking candy from a kid!" 

"You're in this with him?" Rachael was incredulous.

"Yes, doll face, I'm in this with him!" He mimicked her then continued, "Ten fuckin' years now so we've got it down to a science. They've been looking all over this mountain and nothing; not a trace. Fucking losers! And the real kicker is that there's an endless supply! They just keep coming every year. Now I have to admit that we'd hit a dry patch the past few months but you girls make up for it!" 

He was unable to keep the smug satisfaction off of his face, relishing the superior 'better than thou' feeling and couldn't contain himself. He continued to brag. 

"It was me who told him about you in the first place. We were planning to come after you together but you happened to cross his path while he was hunting and Josh could never pass up a cunt like you!" He looked directly at Rachael. 

She felt her face flushing at his crude reference. The women huddled closer finding comfort in numbers. 

"Dora Mayer, did you grab her?" Daniel asked edging closer to Cooley. He had been with the volunteers looking for Dora when she went missing. 

"Dora Mayer, that black girl, of course! All that brouhaha in the news! The fuckin' press, especially the English press got close, one of them even made it to the caves but that's as close as he got." 

Then noticing the giant inching over, he snarled, "Now you back up or I'm going to cap her little ass!" He pointed the gun at Sarah who was nearest to him. 

Daniel moved back reluctantly and Cooley continued, "She was too good to pass up. A real tasty piece of ass with her cute accent and all! She moaned like a whore when we fucked her! She liked it so much that she actually begged for it! She'd still be around if she hadn't tried to get away!" 

And while he was talking, salacious images ran through his mind. The first time they had abducted someone was by sheer chance. They were tracking a bear when they came across a young couple. She couldn't have been more than twenty. Red hair with milky, pink skin and freckles so light you had to look carefully to see them; a ripe plump and juicy strawberry. She had flirted with them and turned out to be a hypersexual bitch. Josh and he took them to the cabin and tied the husband up and made him watch while they took turns fucking her. That was before they built the shed. 

It was Josh's idea. He derived pleasure from the voyeurism and delighted in making the women cum while their boyfriends or husbands watched. It was as though the physical act of their orgasms wiped the slate clean, eradicating blame from his conscience. He'd lick them tirelessly; lapping at their cunnies, sucking their clits until their bodies reneged and gave in to the persistent stimuli, eventually succumbing to the pleasure. And as the waves of velvet thrills broke down their mental resolve, they would thrash and moan, making them, in his mind, complicit in the sordid act. 

Cooley had to admit that it even turned him on. The memory of that redhead was so intense, it felt like only yesterday they had done her. The reminiscence of her hair flaying wildly as she tossed her head from side to side while she rode his friend's cock was burned indelibly on his brain. She had begged for her life, willing to do anything, but in the end they had tired of her. He felt himself twitching and getting hard as he began to index through the many women they had abducted often accompanied by their boyfriends or husbands. However, killing them and feeding them to the bears had been Josh's idea but it made sense and it had given him a thrill -- a sexual thrill that only Josh had understood. 

They enjoyed killing and watching each other fuck but especially killing; they had discovered that particular proclivity in Sangin while they were together with the 5th Battalion in Afghanistan. Under the cover of darkness, they would infiltrate behind enemy lines on clandestine raids that proved deadly for unwary Mujahideen rebels. Their covert killings had struck fear in the heart of their enemy and earned them the agnomen: La Peste Negra, The Black Death, by the South American Mercenaries who fought alongside the Moslems. But it was when they got lucky and abducted a female Mujahideen fighter that their sovereign bond was forged. They had taken her to a desolate outpost to indulge their warped predilection and had kept her there for hours, raping her repeatedly, before cutting her up in pieces. This vicious act, baptized in the blood of the enemy, had cemented their relationship forever. Cooley was now fully hard. 

Rachael was stunned. The fact that they were faced with a tag-team of trained killers working in tandem was frightening. The thought that Like was in danger suddenly bludgeoned her senses! 

'Luke, Oh God, Luke please come back!' Her mind reverted to the one person that made her feel safe. 

"What is he ..." Rachael asked, "What is Josh to you?" 

The question jostled Cooley back from his temporary rumination and his eyes refocused and he answered without hesitation.

"We are brothers; brothers in arms! Special Ops, bitch! You wouldn't understand." He pulled the top of his shirt aside revealing a skull's head tattoo on his upper pectoral with the words 'Semper Fidelis' under it -- Latin for 'Ever Faithful'. "We were together in Afghanistan, you know, doing the dirty work so people like you can wander through these mountains without a care in the world! Well, it's time to pay ..."

"You're not going to get away with this. This madness will end and it will not go well for you!" The big man announced. 

Luther Cooley shrugged, "You're entitled to your opinion, Jocko, but we've been at this for a while. We've had so many women I can't remember them all. The only reason you're alive is because Josh likes an audience. He's a freak -- it turns him on. He likes the men to watch while he fucks their women. It keeps him going. Two years ago, there was this couple from Atlanta, a rich old fart with this beautiful, young blonde. Josh must have fucked her a hundred times that week with her husband watching. It was amazing. Every time he looked, there she was, his pretty, young wife, moaning loudly, riding this stranger's cock right in front of him!" 

Cooley let out a laugh savoring the memory and then addressed the giant, "He'll want you to watch him fuck these bitches ... especially that one!" He indicated to Rachael, "And if you try and close your eyes, he'll carve your eyelids out! He is a sick bastard when it comes to shit like that." 

He let out a howl and then turned serious, "Okay, enough of the chitchat. Let's take a walk - I'm going to lock up this fuckin' ape!" 

No one moved. 

"I'm not asking again," he said, a sinister hiss. 

They remained still, defiantly staring at him, calling his bluff.

Cooley shrugged, turned his gun towards Sarah and pulled the trigger. It took place so quickly that no one had a chance to react. The gunshot sounded like a cannon in the tight confines of the room, reverberating with deafening and unexpected clarity, startling them all. 

Sarah was thrown backwards, falling over the bear's head onto the rug, the blood spurting from her left arm near the shoulder.

She screamed in pain, grabbing her wound, curling up and grimacing, "Oh God, it hurts ..."

"The next one will be between her eyes!" Cooley said casually, "I really don't give a damn if it's two or three - I just need a cunt to fuck! And she's not my type anyway!" 

Rachael and Kyla were bent over Sarah trying to stem the bleeding. They looked up at Cooley in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. This is just plain madness. 

"Relax, it's a flesh wound. She'll be fine!" He said then added with a menacing tone, "Now move or she's dead!" 

"Don't go! Don't let him lock you up ..." Sarah said firmly, her face etched in pain.

"You're a feisty little bitch! I like that." Cooley interjected moving sideways so that he was farther away from the big Canadian and closer to the women, "But I guess I'm going to have to shoot you and that's too bad; the feisty ones always fuck the best!" 

"Okay, you made your point," Rachael said helping Sarah up, "let me clean the wound and bandage it. She's bleeding ..."

"You can do that later." He cut her off, "Now, we lock the gorilla up!" 

He waved the pistol towards the door and herded them outside.

*****

Making up for Lost Time

"Bring the ropes and biners," I said to Andrew, "also some anchors and draws and leave the rest behind. We'll travel as light as possible." 

"Okay, Luke, how about water?"

"One bottle. There's a spring on the way where we can refill."

Andrew was going to need help getting up Mother's Hell, the rock that was Danny's nemesis, and the less we carried, the easier it was going to be. I was hoping that the scabbing around the knife wound to his abdomen would hold. The last thing we needed was for him to aggravate the injury. But I wanted to be with Rachael and decided to chance it. I was also concerned about Cooley and wondered what he was doing at the waterfall. 

We began the trek back towards the cabin making small talk and chatting about inconsequential stuff but after some time the dialog tapered off and we fell quiet. My mind was filled with thoughts of Rachael and some of the outrageous situations we had been in before the rift. She was normally quiet and even a bit shy but then, contrary to her tacit demeanor, she would surprise you by doing the most outrageous things. 

There was this one time when I was cramming for exams that Rachael came to see me. She had never done that before. Since she didn't have a car, it was always me rushing over to be with her.

I was in the library when she finally found me. She came up behind me, cupping my eyes with her hands and whispered, "Guess who?"

I knew instantly who it was but decided to tease her.

"Jill?"

There was a short silence, soft giggling and then in a fake voice, "Unh-una, nope!"

"Tracy? No, it's not Tracy. Mmmm, wait it's that perfume, I got it, Annie?" 

"You're hopeless!" She said and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. 

I stood up and was about to pull her to me when I saw the girl next to her. It was her friend, Andrea, who must have driven her over. She was a tall girl, a bit taller than me, sort-of-cute but with crooked teeth. She was also the best Volleyball player on Rachael's team. She was good enough to have been recruited by UCLA on a scholarship.

"Where's Kyla?"

Rachael and Kyla were inseparable and the three girls made a formidable front court for their team. 

"She was going to come with us but her dad wasn't feeling well." Kyla's father was a volunteer firefighter. He had hurt himself while training for the local fire department. Kyla's mother, who was from Spain, was in Madrid visiting with her parents so it was left to Kyla to take care of her dad. 

The girls had skipped lunch so we went down to the local burger joint. Rachael sat next to me while Andrea sat across from us. Under the table, Rachael had her leg wrapped around mine. After we had ordered our burgers, Andrea excused herself and went to the ladies room which gave us some privacy. 

"What do I owe this to?" I asked, kissing my sister quickly. I loved the soft fullness of her lips and the taste of her mouth. 

"I missed you," she replied.

"I missed you more and I want you baby, I haven't been able to concentrate on anything ..." I leaned into her, my hand on her lap, prying between her thighs, "... we need to lose her for a while!"

Rachael giggled and squeezed my hand pressing it into the V of her sex. "Lose her? That's going to be difficult!"

"You know what I mean, Rach, I need --" 

"It's that time of the month. I have my friend," she cut me off, making a face, "so you had better behave." 

"I don't really care. It doesn't bother me. You're beautiful, baby, no matter -"

"Yuck! I do care and it matters to me." She interrupted again. 

I could never figure it out. Around her period, Rachael was especially sexual, 'in heat', driven by hormonal estrus but she considered herself to be 'dirty' and 'unclean'. Go figure! She avoided sex -- that is, conventional sex and became hyper-oral instead. She wouldn't let me touch her but she would suck me off several times a day. Not that I was complaining but it just made me want to fuck even more. 

I was about to say something lewd when Andrea came back from the restroom and we resumed our mundane conversation. We chatted about volleyball and martial arts. I was surprised to learn that she had taken some classes in Judo and knew quite a bit about MMA. She wasn't pretty but I was beginning to like this girl. 

After a while Rachael, who took her turn disappearing to the ladies room, returned and made a suggestion, "Hey, let's go for a movie!" 

"A movie? I have exams coming up!" 

"Come on! A break will do you good." Rachael insisted sitting down next to me and snuggling up against my arm, "And, we are both broke so you're going to have to treat us!"

Andrea seconded that notion, "Yeah, that's what brothers are for! And there are a few good movies playing now." 

I felt Rachael's hand running up my thigh and all consideration for my exams went out the proverbial window. 

"Come on, give me a break! You'll want to see some chick-flick and I'll end up sleeping through it!" I protested, "I might as well study!" 

But they were persistent and I caved. We got the local papers and the choice came down to Collateral with Tom Cruise or Troy. I was glad that neither one was a soppy love story. I let them choose and they went with Troy and Brad Pitt. Apparently, girls prefer blonds too. 

While we were standing in line for the tickets, I kidded them, "Hey wake me up when it's over, okay?" 

"It supposed to be good," Andrea tried reassuring me, "It's about the Trojan war. You'll like it, you'll see!" 

"Yeah, right, if it wasn't for Brad Pitt you girls wouldn't be watching those friggin' Greeks waving their swords around!" 

Andrea laughed, "I actually prefer the dark, mysterious types like Tom Cruise or -"

"I'm going to tell him," Rachael interrupted and then turned to me, "Luke, she thinks you're cute, short but cute!" 

Andrea gave me her snaggletooth smile. She was obviously very self-assured because it didn't bother her at all. But, I was six two and except for these two fuckin' Amazons, most girls thought I was tall. 

"That's not fair! You gals are giving me a complex! If I'm short what does that make Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt? They're midgets then!" 

"Very cute midgets!" This was accompanied by more giggles. 

"That's it! Now I'm going to have to watch the movie and quiz you both afterwards!" 

Rachael looped her hand through my arm and whispered, "Don't worry, darling, you won't be watching the movie, trust me!" 

I felt her pressing against my side and had no idea what she meant until the movie started. She wouldn't try anything with her friend there, would she? 

It was a week day and a matinee so except for a few other couples the theatre was pretty much empty. Rachael picked a pew towards the rear and sat in the middle with Andrea and me on either side of her. Andrea had the aisle seat on Rachael's left and I was sitting on her right. As soon as the theatre darkened, I felt Rachael's hand on my lap, feeling for me under the jacket I had taken off. Now I knew what she meant about not watching the movie! It brought back memories of the Garden Rookery, the first time she had indulged her sexual games in public. 

I gave my sister a sideways glance but she was staring at the screen, her face expressionless. She had a hold of me and was squeezing my cock through my trousers. Just having her touching me was intense but having her doing it with her friend right next to her was insane on another level! 

She waited for the main feature to start before she tugged at my fly, slowly unzipping me, and releasing the one-eyed monster from its solitary confinement. I was just hoping that the muffled sounds didn't catch Andrea's attention and as soon as I popped free, I could feel Rachael, impatiently groping for my cock. She was still for a while, just holding me tightly but when she felt me squirming, she began pumping me. She used a slow steady rhythm, up and down, up and down, her fingers feathering the flared coronal ridge of my glans, spreading the precum over the bloated head. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes, suppressing the moans that were building in the back of my throat. I waited, my fingers gripping the ends of the armrests, my knuckles white, knowing that it wouldn't take long. I was certain that sooner or later Andrea was bound to glance over but she never did. She was engrossed, watching the movie. Every so often, without looking, she would methodically grab a handful of popcorn from the giant tub on Rachael's lap but other than that she seemed oblivious to what was going on beside her. 

"Popcorn?" Rachael whispered, lifting the large tub and bringing it over between us, blocking any view Andrea might have had, and then she pushed my jacket back exposing my cock. 

Her eyes glittered brightly, icy-blue chips, glimmering in the reflective light of the giant screen, brimming with urgency. We looked at each other and she smiled a naughty, pixie smile. I was about to cover myself again but she pushed my hand away and shook her head, glaring at me, mouthing a silent, "No!" 

She returned the Popcorn to her lap and began stroking me again except now she was watching her fingers riding my cock unconcerned about Andrea and the possibility of discovery. I was amazed that her friend didn't hear the soft susurration of Rachael's hand brushing against my trousers or the slippery 'clicking' of my foreskin as she stroked me: sounds that thundered in my ears above the din of the movie. My sister was expert in prolonging the agonizing pleasure. Each time I got close she would stop and remain still until the feeling passed before resuming with her sensual commission. She continued, bringing me to the edge and then backing off, letting me cool down again, before renewing her lewd caress. It reached a stage where my entire body had been reduced to a raw, tingling nerve, begging for release. I couldn't stand it anymore. 

I leaned over to her, "Please, baby, finish it!" 

Just then Andrea got up and left for the ladies room. If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn that it was contrived; that they had planned it. As soon as she had gone, Rachael scooted over and knelt in between my legs and without a word sucked me into her mouth. But by then, I really didn't care if the whole fuckin' world was watching. I leaned back and closed my eyes allowing the pleasure of her mouth to take over and waited for the release I so badly wanted. 

I loved the feel of her tongue, swirling around the head, rubbing the underside while she sucked on the head with deliberate skill. And, when I looked down, I could see her cheeks hollowing, her lips stretched over the distended dome, her head bobbing in time to her fingers shagging the base of my shaft. The visual stimuli along with my sister's oral proficiency was too much and I could feel my cum beginning to churn. 

"I'm close, baby, I'm going to cum, oh, soon ..." I whispered. 

She pulled her mouth off of me, "Give it to me, give it to your sister, baby, cum in my mouth. I want it all. Now!" and she did something she had never done before. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 06



She squeezed the root near my pubic bone as tightly as she could, distending the mushroomed head so it swelled up like an angry, purple gargoyle. Then using her other hand she caressed the slippery dome with her fingers, rubbing her palm up and down and around the flared ridge sending intense surges of pleasure ricocheting through my body, sensations almost too pleasurable to bear. I doubled over, groaning loudly, when I felt her lips wrapping around me again, sucking wildly as she released the swelling fluids and in one ruptured effusion it flooded thickly into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, draining the viscid ejaculate down her throat as my cock pulsed and jerked in her dainty fingers. She kept on sucking; drawing me in and out of her mouth, teasing my ravaged cock, until there was nothing more and then she looked up at me and smacked her lips like a satisfied kitten. 

She kissed the tip of my semi-turgid prick, tucking it back into my trousers and stood up. She was standing in between my thighs, her back facing the screen and that was when I noticed Andrea, in the aisle, by her seat. She was sipping a soda and watching the movie. She remained standing until Rachael slipped out and went to the ladies room. She didn't once look over at me. 

After the movie we stopped at the local Starbucks for coffee.

"What did you think? Did you like it?" Andrea asked me. 

It was weird. Both girls acted perfectly normal, like nothing had transpired. 

"It was okay. I thought Brad Pitt did a good job." I replied trying to remain noncommittal. 

"He was being Brad Pitt. Hector was the hunk!" She replied and smiled, flashing her pronounced cuspids. 

They kept chattering about the movie and I swear you'd have never guessed that my sister had missed most of it. 

We finally arrived at my dorm where they had parked the car. I could see the guys checking Rachael out and felt the same jealousy begin to build. 

"Do you want to come up?" I asked, "I can order some pizza or Chinese if you'd like?" 

My sister loves Chinese food so I was surprised when she declined. 

"No. I'm stuffed and we do have to get back." Rachael said and gave me a big hug holding onto me a bit longer than was normal. 

I bussed Andrea briefly, kissing her cheek and giving her a quick, friendly hug. 

"Hey, it was good seeing you." I said stepping back. 

"Ditto! And thanks for lunch and the show." She said smiling.

"Not a problem." I replied, wondering about the choice of words. I watched them get into the beat-up old Volvo and went over to the passenger's side. 

"Call me." I said to Rachael, waved and headed for my room. 

I wasn't back in the room but five minutes when I heard someone knocking. 

"I'm coming!" I called out and wondered who that could be. My roommate had gone for a party with his girlfriend so I wasn't expecting him back until late. 

It was Rachael and before I could say anything, she pushed me in closing the door behind her. 

"Hurry, I don't have a lot of time." She whispered and dragged me into the bedroom.

"Where's Andrea?" 

"In the car. I told her I wanted to pick up some CDs." 

"Rach, I'm sure she saw --"

"Sssshhh," she shushed and pulled me to her. 

We kissed and I could tell from the urgency of the kiss exactly what was coming next. She fumbled with my best and jerked my trousers down, pushing me onto the bed. I lay back at first but then elbowed up to watch her. She dropped to her knees, in between my thighs, and without any preamble sucked me into her mouth. The warm wetness of her sent waves of pleasure shooting through me. I groaned and eased back, closing my eyes, a wretched slave to my sister as she sucked the very life out of me. 

When she was done, she got up and kissed me then grabbing a few music CDs off my desk, she left. I don't think I had lasted two minutes.

"Now, that's a record!" she yelled and slammed the door. 

I was never able to find out whether Andrea knew about us and Rachael never talked about it. 

*****

Hercules in Chains

"For one moment our lives met, our souls touched."

Oscar Wilde

Cooley had them walk towards the shed in a single file. He kept Sarah close in front of him, the gun pointed at her head. 

"Hey, I'm curious, where the fuck did Josh go?" he asked , then immediately blurted out, "Wait, don't tell me, let me guess -- he's gone to take care of the little man and your brother, Luke, right?" 

Rachael was walking a few steps ahead of Sarah and didn't say anything. How did he know that Luke was her brother?

"He doesn't look like you but there's a family resemblance," the tall man offered. He chuckled and then continued, "I feel sorry for them. Josh is one wicked motherfucker!" 

Rachael felt her heart pounding. 

"Don't worry, missy, Luke will handle that scumbag, not to worry," the giant reassured Rachael.

But despite his assurances, Rachael felt the knot growing in the pit of her belly. This man terrified her, there was something about him, a sick, cunning self-assuredness that was frightening, and once again her mind began to cloud over with trepidation. She felt herself begin to tremble. 

"You wouldn't say that if you knew Josh, Jocko, he's about the baddest dude I've ever run into and I've run into plenty! Your weekend tough guy is not going to cut it. One dead motherfucker. D-e-a-d!" 

And he laughed. 

The remainder of the walk to the shed was done in silence. When they got to the shed, they bunched up again and waited anxiously. 

"Open the door," he instructed.

Kyla unbolted the latch and pulled the door open. 

"Now stand back and you, yeah Godzilla, you get in there," he barked at the big man. 

Daniel had to duck but he complied and waited just inside near the entrance. 

"Okay, you two, yeah, you're next," Cooley said, pointing at Rachael and Kyla. 

Once they were all inside he lit two portable lamps near the door and then instructed Rachael and Kyla to shackle the big Canadian to the single station with the new chains. 

"Make sure he's secured real good or I'll put a bullet in his foot!" Cooley hissed.

The legcuffs barely fit around the big man's ankles and the women struggled to engage the locking mechanism. The giant had to reach down to help them. 

"Is it too tight?" Rachael asked looking up at the giant, her voice revealing her concern. 

"It's okay, missy." 

"Shut the fuck up and lock it!" Cooley snarled throwing a set of keys at her. The legcuffs were the Cup-Lock variety with built-in locks. 

When they got to his arms, held up crucifix style, the manacles wouldn't fit.

"They don't fit," Rachael said quietly but with satisfaction, "they're too small for him!" 

Cooley came closer dragging Sarah by her hair and examined the braces. It wasn't even close, they were smaller by over an inch. 

"Goddamn, boy! You're a fuckin' freak! Hey, but that's okay. There are some nylon ropes in the corner. Get them and tie his wrists to the anchors. Make sure it's tight. I'll be checking them!" 

There was no way to make the leather neck restraint fit, it was also too small and no amount of tugging could get the end into the buckle. But the harness for the body had enough slack and fit snugly around the big man's waist. 

"Now, her," Cooley said pointing to Kyla, "she's next." 

Once Kyla was restrained it was Sarah's turn and then finally he pushed Rachael towards the center station. 

"Okay, sweet thing, it's your turn!"

He shackled her with practiced efficacy and once he made sure she was completely secure, he went around making sure that the others were all securely tied down, testing the manacles and leather braces and adjusting them to his satisfaction. He re-tied the ropes that were around the giant's wrists using figure eight knots and making them tighter. Then finally satisfied, he stepped back and admired his work. 

"There now, I'm sure you are all a lot more comfortable. Okay, it's party time!" He smiled walking over to Kyla and lifted her face with the blunt edge of his knife. It was a marine combat knife made by Gerber. The tempered three and a half inch blade was sharp enough to cut through steel cables. 

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Rachael hissed at him, "Leave her alone!" 

"Okay then!" he smirked turning to Rachael, "I was going to let Josh have you but maybe I'll break you in! Get you wet and ready for him!" 

The giant struggled against the ropes but they held. He grunted and tried again but Cooley only laughed and taunted, "No way, Jocko, not happening! You're going to have to watch me fucking her. You might as well enjoy the show! And if you're a nice boy I may let you fuck the little one!" 

Using his knife, he nipped the first two buttons off of Rachael's Snap-On sweater and proceeded to unzip it. She was wearing a t-shirt with a climbing tank under it. He quickly sliced through both making a clean cut right down the middle. Then he carefully cut the straps of her flesh-colored sports bra and ripped it off of her and tossed it to the side. 

"Now, that's much better!"

He then parted the clothing, holding it open with the tip of his knife.

"Nice tits! Let's have a better look, shall we ..." And he pushed the tops past her shoulder so they stayed open. 

"Wow! You are a beauty! This is going to be more fun that I thought." 

He stood admiring her for a moment then reached out and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and then pinched it. Rachael let out a soft cry of pain and struggled but she was helpless. And despite the embarrassment, her nipples began to harden. 

"Yes! That's it, baby! I'll bet you're getting wet!"

"Please don't ..." Sarah cried, "Please, mister, use me ..." 

"Don't do this. Please. Please don't hurt me ..." Rachael pleaded softly, her voice trembling. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, baby, I'm going to fuck you! I know that's what you really want! Believe me, you will. They all do!" Then looking over at Sarah he jeered, "Patience, Little Miss Muffet, you'll get your turn. All of you will have plenty of turns!" 

The giant tested the ropes again, twisting his arms exerting as much force as he could. The veins in his neck popped visibly from effort but the restraints were well designed. He had only one thought - he needed to save this woman. He knew, as sure as life itself, that it was the reason for their meeting -- karma. 

Cooley glanced his way and then the animal carnality that had been building in him took over. He stopped the game-playing and acted quickly. He unbuckled her belt then fumbled with the top button of her corduroy jeans and unable to undo it he jerked the waistband in frustration, snapping the button loose. He unzipped the fly and pushed the pants down to her knees. That was as far as it would go. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were hooded and bright with lust. He pulled the shirts farther apart and bunched them around her shoulders so that they were trapped behind her leaving her body fully exposed. He ran his fingers deliberately over her pink panties, along her slit and felt the instinctive jerk.

"Oh, yes, baby ..." he hissed leaning into her and kissing her neck. 

He continued caressing her cunt whispering lewdly into her ear before finally stepping back. 

"Hold on, honey, I'll give you what you need ..." 

He shed his Gortex Shell jacket and the shoulder holster and placed the gun on the ledge in the corner before releasing his cock. It was thick and exceptionally long; the head, a huge acorn knob, glistening like the pointed tip of a spear. He came up and tried to kiss her but she closed her mouth, clamping her jaws tight, and moved her face away. But that only served to excite him further. He grabbed her face and twisted it towards him and mashed his lips against her but she kept her mouth shut and jerked her face away again.

"That's okay, you snotty bitch, you'll be begging me to kiss you! You just wait and see!"

She felt his fingers again, thick and rough, pressing into her slit, running up and down, trying to find her clit.

"Umpfffff ..." she gasped as his finger probed her core. Then she felt him press himself against her, his cock throbbing salaciously against her belly while he bit her neck gently, sucking hard, and leaving a trail of hickeys. 

He hooked his fingers inside the bridge of her panties and pulled it callously to the side then reaching down he rubbed his cockhead along her slit. Up and down, up and down ...

"Feel that, bitch, feel my cock ..." he muttered incoherently, "... feels good, unh? Yeah, baby ..."

His breath was hot and smelled of garlic and mint; a sickening odor that repulsed her. She felt her body shaking with disgust and fear, unable to reconcile her thoughts with the inevitable and shut her eyes as tightly as she could, wishing it to all to go away. 

She felt helpless and lonely like a little girl in a bad dream, a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. In some distant other-world, she could hear Sarah and Kyla, screaming and crying and in yet another physical one, his mouth was on her breast, slobbering and sucking on her nipples. There was the odd incongruence of disgust and pleasure that confused her until he bit down. The pain and panic shot through her body in a white, electric charge of helpless recognition as he continued rubbing his cockhead along the length of her slit, furrowing the tip inside the irriguous cleft of her cunt. And then, almost unbelievably, she could feel the slippery pre-coital juices wetting her, his cock head spreading her pussy lips while he searched for her opening. 

"I knew it! You're wet, baby! I knew you'd want it! Oh fuck ..."

He grunted and thrust his hips forward attempting to skewer her but she shifted slightly and his cock slid up her gash, innocuously pressing against her belly. 

"Ohhh ..." she gasped as his cock rubbed slickly over her clit. 

She struggled frantically against the body harness but she was anchored, her thighs spread, arms immobilized. And just when she started to sob she heard the snap. It was like the breaking of a large twig. 

Cooley's reaction was immediate. He recoiled, stepping back and turning around, his cock, red and bloated, wagging lewdly in front of him. And what he saw shocked him: the giant had ripped one of the anchors right out of the wall and was eyeing him with fury, a look that sent bolts of fear through his lust-addled brain. 

'Impossible!' his mind screamed, 'fuckin' impossible!'! He was paralyzed; his mind unable to process the sight or comprehend the immense strength that it had taken. And as he watched the big man untie himself his cognitive reasoning returned and he rushed into action. His cock had lost its ardor and was unarmed, flaccid, hanging like an impotent appendage, a harmless piece of rubbery flesh. He made a mad dash for his gun but in the urgency of the moment and filled with anxious fear, he knocked it to the floor. 

"Fuck!" He screamed and bent over groping blindly for the weapon in the darkness of the corner. 

By the time he had the pistol the giant had busted the chains and wrenched free of the ankle braces -- Hercules unchained! And as Cooley stood up, raising the weapon, the big man charged in. The first shot broke the giant's rush but only for an instant, a slight hesitation in midstride. Then there were two more shots in quick succession before the humongous hands were on him. Cooley was jerked like a ragdoll and smashed against the wall, again and again. He heard the clatter of the pistol hitting the floor but couldn't recall releasing the weapon. He was dazed. How did he lose the gun? He tried moving his arms but had lost all feeling. And the last thing that crossed his twisted mind, before he slid to the floor, was that this was not how it was meant to end. 

The giant looked at the prone body and snarled then stomped down on the unconscious man's face. The tremendous force of the big man's foot crushed Cooley's skull like a melon. His left eye popped out of it socket and a grimy soufflé of blood and brain squirted out, oozing thickly from the vacuous cavern. 

The women instinctively closed their eyes, trembling as the sound of crushing bones, grated with sickening persistence, rattling their sensibilities. And when it was over, they knew that Luther Cooley would never hurt another woman. 

The big man came over to Rachael and adjusted her clothing. He did it with gentlemanly discretion, looking into her eyes while he zipped up her pullover. He pulled up her trousers and buckled her belt then stepped back.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded and then noticed the blood that had soaked through his clothing, "You're bleeding." 

"Just a nick, missy, I'm fine." He replied, "Where are the keys?"

"On the ledge, there, in the corner." 

Rachael hugged the giant as soon as he had unshackled her, holding him tightly to her. It was his incredible strength and determination that had saved her. She was certain now that he was her Guardian Angel sent to protect her. She could feel his heart thudding against her and the ripples of his muscles, the very strength of his being that offered her a sense of security that she desperately needed. They stood, holding each other, until Rachael felt the sticky wetness of his blood seeping through her trousers.

"I'd better look at that," she murmured stepping back, holding him at arm's length. 

"I'm okay. Take care of them," he replied nodding towards Kyla and Sarah, "I just need some air." 

And with that he walked out, his steps, studied and deliberate. 

Rachael hurried over to Kyla and Sarah. She knew deep in her heart that the giant was hurt a lot more seriously than he let on. But, in the dim lighting of the shed she hadn't noticed the trail of blood he had left behind. She couldn't understand the apprehension at the thought of losing him, it bothered her deeply and she couldn't understand why. She wasn't really that close to him despite his affirmations to the contrary. Her feelings for him were bundled in a confused mass of attraction, affection, friendship and something else; something intangible. He was an anachronistic hero that seemed to have stepped out from another lifetime and into her life, her knight in white armor. 

She freed Kyla and hurried out of the shed. Now, in the open, in the flickering twilight, she could see the bloody trail leading to the giant. 

He was kneeling on the grass, his haunches resting on the back of his ankles. His eyes were shut and his huge head was bent over in prayer, or so it seemed. His hands were on his thighs and when she looked carefully she could see the blood pumping out from between the fingers of his left hand. 

The first shot had done the most damage. Cooley hadn't aimed; he had fired in reflex, in fear and haste -- it was a lucky shot or more appropriately, an unlucky shot. The Teflon-coated, hollow point had ripped through his thigh severing the femoral artery. The second shot had gone clean through his side above his hipbone. It was the least damaging. The third shot had ricocheted off a rib and punctured his lung. 

He was hemorrhaging internally and bleeding profusely from the severed artery. He was dying. 

She rushed over to him, kneeling down next to him, prying his hands away from the wound. 

"Let me see ..."

The trouser leg was soaked and the grass around him was covered in a pool of blood. And with every heartbeat, his life was literally pulsing out from him. 

"I need to rest a bit and then, I'll be good as new." 

He slid slowly to his side and then lay back on the grassy knoll, his face to the sky. 

"Beautiful ..." he whispered. 

She went over and with Kyla's help placed his head on her lap. She was overcome by a feeling of helplessness, not sure what she should be doing, if there was anything she could have done. But instead she focused on him. 




Wilderness Paradise Pt. 06



"Don't leave me," she whispered. 

She had no idea why she said that or why she felt this constriction in the middle of her chest but at that moment he meant everything to her. 

His eyes flickered open, "Ah, my little angel, I shall never leave you. Never. I'm going away for a while -- that's all." 

He reached up and cupped her face with one huge palm. He did it so gently that it surprised her. She held on to his hand in both of hers, kissing the back of his palm and then pressed it to her heart. 

"You can't ... you promised to keep me safe," she was crying. 

He smiled and closed his eyes. 

"Tell Luke ..." his breathing was shallow and ragged now, "... he's a brother I never had. And you, you my darling, you don't ever worry. I'm with you always. We'll dance, I promise, in another life ..." his voice was fading, "I promise, missy ..." 

"Shhh, baby, shhhhh ..."

She leaned over and kissed his forehead first and then gently on his lips; a sweet, tender, lingering kiss. He looked up at her, his brilliant sea-green eyes shining again for one fleeting moment, an evanescent iridescence, before dying out. Then, without a struggle, he was gone. 

*****

Losing a Brother

And that's how I found them; Rachael sobbing with Daniel's head on her lap and Kyla and Sarah by their side. And, I knew, the instant I saw her, that my friend was dead. It was the most heart wrenching moment of my life. It left a void in me that I couldn't comprehend until my son was born a few years later. 

Rachael rarely spoke about those final moments but she did tell me once that the sky had turned a darker shade of pale and the trees had screamed in agony, their leaves hissing within the turbulence of an impromptu breeze. She heard wolves howling and dogs baying and even caught a glimpse of a huge bear in the distance. It seemed to her that the Mountain and the Northern Wind were paying tribute to their gnostic son, the reincarnation of Paul Bunyan. And I knew it to be true. 

What it taught me, no, what it taught us was there are no guarantees in life. You had better live now and love those you do with a passion and that hate, with all its baggage, was a waste of time and energy, engendering only more hate. Josh Woodard and Luther Cooley have never again entered my thoughts. 

So, as soon as we got back, Rachael and I moved to Colorado and moved in together. We told Mom but felt it best to keep up appearances for Dad's sake. Rachael told him she was going to finish school at Fort Lewis College in Durango, which she did but that wasn't the reason we moved. And as far as he knew, I was still in Chicago. It didn't serve any purpose to upset him with our endogamous arrangement. 

Two years after Bella Coola, Dad passed away and Mom came to live with us. It was perfect. She was a not only a wonderful babysitter for her grandkids but a big help in our embryonic business. We opened a small convenience store catering to the needs of outdoorsmen and women. It also offers guided treks through the San Juan Mountains, with Rock Climbing and Rafting and fishing junkets along the Animas River. Rachael and I are blessed that we can make a decent living doing what we both truly love. It was Dad's gift to us -- the love of nature and adventure. 

We have two kids. Our oldest is a girl, Danielle Margaret Meacham, a beautiful child with bright blue eyes and golden hair like her mother's. A year later, we had a boy and named him Benn Thomas Meacham. Now this is where it gets strange -- my eyes are light brown and Rachael's are blue but this boy has fists the size of Texas with curly brown hair and the brightest Aquamarine eyes you'd ever see. 

No one in our family that we know of has eyes or hair like his, no one, that is, except Daniel Benn.

The End



Wilderness Resort



{While there is some sex in this story, I don't think it can be called erotic. Like nearly always in what I write, some portions of this story are based in truth, in this case the old lodge is still there, so is the river, and the day we met the old man happened just like I write it.

My first wife Sharon was a closet exhibitionist, in the 60's it really wasn't that big of a deal. Perhaps though, part of why I am the way I am now.

We should have bought the place, it pops into my head every once in awhile, one of those..."What if's?".)

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I have no idea at all why we bought the place. I never had a single thought in my head of running a resort, but my new wife and I came across the place by accident.

It was early Fall, hot as blazes. We came around the corner and I saw the big sign, it read "Cold Beer." Just over nineteen at the time, I figured my gift of gab would maybe get me one. Hell, I spent time in most of the taverns around the town we lived in and nobody every bothered me for ID anyway. I think the mustache I wore at the time helped.

I pulled over into the gravel parking lot, it was bordered by pine logs sitting on short stumps. Everything I could see was built of Pine logs, we were in the middle of what was mostly Eastern Oregon nowhere. I suppose it was build from logs or don't build at all back in those days.

We went inside, it was cooler there. There was no one else in the place except for a crusty old man behind the bar. Everything in there was made of logs also, varnished and shiny. It looked pretty nice, actually.

"Ya look like you could use a cold beer!" He grinned at us.

"OK!" I answered, as he set two frosty brown bottles on the bar. I paid him and Sharon and I sat there and took a few sips.

So what if I was barely nineteen, Sharon barely eighteen, I doubted that he gave a shit.

What the hell, 75 miles from anything, no cops around and not likely to be any. I had been eyeballing the gas gauge on our nearly new 1964 Impala, it was the fancy super sports model. It was dark red, with white bucket seats, had a huge V-8 engine and it drank gasoline like water. I knew we had maybe 30 miles to go before we would need to retrace our steps back, if we didn't find a gas station.

Out here on the edge of the Oregon desert, there was sagebrush and rocks mostly. We had been following the river, if it made a bend the road made one too. That seemed odd to me, they could have gone straight as a string, the only thing they would have had to move was a Jack Rabbit or two.

The crusty old fart kept checking out Sharon which made me grin, I can't say as I blamed him. She was only 4' 9" tall and maybe 95 pounds on a good day, but she was young and snug and had a set of jugs on her that would put most big women to shame.

Sharon was one of those types of women, we all see them from time to time. She liked being looked at, and she loved to show her stuff off.

At that time in her life, Sharon really did have stuff to show off, too!

Plus like I said, it was hot as hell! So all she had on was a tiny little miniskirt and a halter top that left one heck of a lot of Sharon hanging out. She was like that from the day we met, when most women still wore one piece bathing suits to the beach, Sharon wore two piece outfits.

Conservative by the standards of today, but almost scandalous back then.

She also didn't own any underwear, something she got from her Mother who seemed to think panties caused diseases.

I noticed right off that Sharon's mother was the same way, she seemed to delight in sitting across from me in their living room and many times I could see right up her dress. That's how I knew for sure she never wore anything underneath.

Sharon got looked at a lot, I didn't mind one bit.

"So, what are you kids doing way in the hell out here?" The old man asked, plopping down another beer, his eyes glancing over at my pretty young wife again.

"We are on our honeymoon, just seeing the sights. I was looking for a place to maybe catch a fish."

"Oh, honeymoon, huh? That's neat, you make a cute couple. I know you are both underage but I don't care, no cops ever come out here, and they wouldn't care anyway so enjoy yourselves. Fish, huh? Lots of them right over there in the river. Look around all you like. Pond out back, got Brook Trout planted in it, catch some if you want."

We were happy to be inside and out of the heat, so that is just what we did. Sharon was sitting on the high stool and she showed no signs of wanting to budge. She had no interest at all in catching fish, I went out to the pond and in no time I had a half dozen little 10 inch long Brook Trout grab my fly. That was fun, I just turned them loose, then I was getting too hot again so I went back inside the lodge.

Sharon was bellied right up tight to the bar in deep conversation with the old guy, he glanced up at me and grinned and went right back to looking down the front of her top. He sure wasn't making any effort at all to be sneaky about it, either.

I was sure the old coot was getting a few peeks at her big black nipples from time to time, Sharon I knew didn't mind, early on she had discovered that men liked breasts and nipples, so she made extra efforts to show them off.

There was no reason to even be upset or concerned, I had seen both of them before I even knew her name. 

The other thing I found out quickly when we started dating was that I could look at her big boobs, touch, play with her but that was it. I could even pet her pussy all I wanted to, and she would see to it that I was content by giving me a hand job that I will never forget. She even kept a fresh napkin in her purse, ready to go.

There was no way in hell she would let me stick my dick inside her though. That was for when she was married.

I new she had dated quite a few other guys, I wondered about the napkin bit but I never asked.

Sharon was a virgin on our wedding night, of that I was completely sure. We made one hell of a mess.

Spectacular is what she was and she knew it is the words. 

It sure was obvious as hell that the old guy was enjoying this immensely.

There was a giant pool table so I tugged her loose from the bar and we wandered over and shot a few games. I was getting my jollies watching Sharon hike up on tiptoe to reach some of the far away shots.

I glanced over at the old coot, he was watching intently also. Like I said, I couldn't really blame him, Sharon was fine to look at and the bottom half of her butt cheeks peeked out from time to time. A couple of times she had to stretch to try and make a shot and her hairy snatch would peek right out.

Of course she was completely aware of it because every time she ever did anything like that she would get hot as a pistol and the moment we had any privacy at all she would be after me.

I knew damn good and well there was nothing else on underneath there that day, having investigated that completely just an hour or two before in a deserted campground we had found by a creek. The old man was getting a peek at some of her curly black hairs when she stretched out for a longer shot, I was sitting down waiting between each shot and I could see right up there so I knew he could, too.

I wandered up to the bar and ordered another one.

"Sure, on me!" He grinned and pulled out a couple more ice cold bottles.

"How do you keep the beer so cold?" I knew there were no power lines out here.

"I drive up the mountain and haul snow and ice down in my truck." He grinned at me, pretending to wipe the bar.

"That helps to keep it cooler in here, too." He waved one hand towards a big wooden door that was open about two feet. I could see a big pile of snow in there through the cracked open door.

"Generator out back helps it to last but about 40 degrees is as cold as I can get it in there. At night I shut off the generator and just open the outside doors, it freezes most nights around here."

I looked around, the place was big. It was all made of logs, everything was logs. Even the bar railing was a smaller log, someone had drilled it and made pegs, they seemed to be just driven in.

That fascinated me, I spent quite a long time looking at how it was all put together. I even reached down and felt one of the pegs, it looked like some kind of glue was on them, and the peg was obviously whittled, no machine made that.

"Pitch!" The old guy called out, watching me intently. "Not a nail in the whole place, pegs last longer anyway. I just cover up the pitch with some clay and then clear stain, got me a 5 gallon bucket of it out in the shed."

I nodded, got up and went over to look closely at the walls, each log was flattened on the top and bottom and fitted so close there was no gap at all. No need for insulation, no place to put it anyway. For some reason it really looked neat to me.

"Hey, you kids going to stay? We have six rooms upstairs."

"We have camping gear, we don't have much money." I told him. That was true, I had maybe $60 left in my pants pocket.

"Oh, what the hell, on me. Ain't nobody else here anyway, ain't going to be either, not this time of year."

"Isn't business good?" I asked, just making conversation.

"All Summer it is, then when the weather sets in nobody comes around. This hot weather this late is a surprise, folks all leave by now. Kids in school I guess. It's a kinda quiet life out here, I go hunt for meat for the Winter, the river is full of fish. I get by, been running this place for 35 years now. I got three camping rentals down the road, 15 acres and all of it frontage. Been trying to sell."

"Why sell it?" I asked.

"I am old and want to retire, it's time for some young buck like you to take over and make something of this place."

I laughed.

"I don't have any idea how to run a store and bar."

"I didn't either when I bought this place. Right now I got a deal going on with a big outfit from up North, city people, but I don't want to sell to them really. Probably have to, they will just ruin it out here. Put up signs, keep everyone else out, use it for the bigwigs. I am gonna hate that."

We both looked over at Sharon, she was standing looking out the window. He caught my look, grinned.

"Damn, I wish I was twenty again!" He grinned at me.

I grinned right back, Sharon turned and headed our way, her big breasts rolling slightly as she walked.

"Hey, honey! Want to buy a resort?" I asked her, mostly teasing.

"What?" She looked at me in surprise, like she thought I was serious.

"This place, it's for sale. Campgrounds, fishing, bar, restaurant, rentals, the whole works!"

"How much?" She asked me.

"Fifteen grand for the lodge, the other offer is seventeen but I would rather see some young bucks like you guys take over than that corporation bunch. I need $50 an acre for the rest." The old man stuck that in there, looked at her expectantly.

$50 an acre for desert land? No way in hell, I thought. Nothing out there but dirt and rocks, even the road was just a dirt track.

But then..there was water, that river out front, brush lining it and some Pine trees so maybe...?

Still, we had about $100 in the bank all told, I laughed at that. My mill job paid $1.66 per hour, it would take me 25 years to come up with that much. I knew that desert land was just about worthless.

"I bet we could borrow that much from my Uncle Henry, he owns the rock quarry down at the coast." Sharon flashed me a smile.

"You are kidding." I told her.

"No, I'm not! This is really nice out here, I like it. There isn't any future in that mill." She looked at me like she expected me to just jump at the chance.

I really wasn't doing much jumping at the idea at all.

"Bend is only about 80 miles away." She said, a faraway look in her eyes.

Only? I knew Sharon well enough to know that she was thinking. Like when we bought the Impala, the old Desoto I had before had a bad habit of quitting every two or three days, she said I was spending more on repair parts than the payments on a new car would be, so we bought it.

"We will spend more than that on a house back down there at the coast." She added. I thought about the little eight foot wide by 42 foot trailer we had purchased for just under a grand, making payments. She was right about that, we had looked at a few houses, all in the $13,900 to $17,900 range. That was just way out of being possible at all.

I sat there in surprise, hell, she was suddenly serious. She was actually thinking of us spending $15,000 on a place in the middle of nowhere?

"Besides, you like to fish..and hunt." She turned to the old man who was now grinning ear to ear.

"Come on, honey, I will show you around. You sound like you got a head on your shoulders."

He put his hand on the small of her back and steered her towards the rear. I snorted, figuring he just wanted to look at her some more.

"Help yourself to another beer if you want to!" He grinned at me over his shoulder. I did exactly that. Then I peeked into the kitchen, there was a huge grill in there, lines running out through a hole in the logs to where I had seen a pair of big propane bottles. Plus there was some firewood stacked there, so it obviously ran on either gas or firewood.

They poked around in the cooler, I noticed the old guy kept reaching out and putting his hand on Sharon's bare waist to steer her around. I didn't give a shit and she didn't seem to mind. I was starting to get a little bit of a buzz on from the brew anyway.

The cooler was just a room with a bin in it, the rear had big double doors that opened up and I guess he shoveled snow in there. There were cases of beer stacked in there. I wandered over to look at the stairs, the steps were logs sawed in half and set in flat side up, it was all pretty cool looking.

Just then they came out of the back and went by me up the stairs. I noticed the old man followed her up the steps, he even hesitated so that he was about three steps behind her.

That was funny, I chuckled to myself. Hell, let the old guy have some jollies, there wasn't any harm in that.

By the time they came back down from upstairs where all the rental rooms were, she had made up her mind.

The old guy and Sharon shook hands, there I sat wondering what in the hell had just happened.

She called her Uncle as soon as we got home, he worshiped the ground Sharon walked on. She got us the loan, we were back in the Impala and headed to Eastern Oregon two days later. I was supposed to be at work at the paper mill that morning but I called in sick.

I never went back.

That quickly, we were in business. Well, if that is what it could be called. The first Fall and Winter was terrible, there was even some hungry times. We ate one heck of a lot of fish, then I got lucky and a big buck walked out in front of me one frosty February morning, I dropped him with one shot from my Dad's old .30-30 model 94 Winchester he let me use.

The old man had told me to not drop a Deer close to the lodge because sometimes in the Winter we might need one badly. Hunting close by kept them skittish but we were down to just plain hungry and I was in no mood for a few miles walking in deep snow. We had been eating lots of fish but I lost my last spinner on a big one. The damn water was so clear I had to use very light line or they wouldn't bite at all. The pond with the overly eager Brook Trout was empty now, we ate all of them.

We couldn't just get into the car and go home, or even anywhere, there was 6 feet of snow in the way. Plowing the gravel roads was likely out of the question, either that or the government just didn't care. For months we saw nobody, no one at all.

The old man had left us with provisions, mostly canned goods and beer. That part was a surprise, he counted every can and bottle, and handed me a bill for that. It took the last of our money.

That didn't matter, we had no place to spend any money anyway.

The old man had left us most of a hind quarter of a Deer hanging in a storage cabinet in the kitchen, it had been smoked. I didn't think that was a real good idea to store it like that, so I moved it out to the cooler where the snow was to keep it cold. I left the door ajar, it was much colder outside than inside the cooler.

That night I learned my first lesson, something came in and took the whole thing, knocking over cases of beer and generally making a mess in the process. I looked for tracks and found them, it was a huge Cougar.

I never went outside without the rifle from then on.

That quickly we were out of meat. A few days later I tried my hand at hunting and got nowhere at all with that. By the time it was very cold outside fish became tough to catch.

I even tried to track the big Cat, I would have skinned and ate the thing if I could have gotten a shot at it, but I never saw it.

By Spring I was down to 170 pounds from my normal 200, Sharon dropped to 80 pounds. Then finally the weather broke. The day we rented the first room we were so happy we went onto our own room downstairs and made love from one end of it to the other. It had actually been a few weeks since we had, staying alive took up quite a bit of our time and energy that first hard Winter.

By the end of the week they were all rented. The campground out front filled up, suddenly people were everywhere and there was so much work to do I was up at 4 AM and falling into bed at 11 PM.

The rental houses booked for the Summer, I found myself tending bar. The stores we had were going very fast. Just in time, a truck rolled in from the larger city to the North and unloaded beer and provisions. 

It was a surprise to me, but the old man had schedules already set up so they just kept delivering since we hadn't even thought about that part. Green was the word for the two of us, we were in way over our heads at first.

They had me sign the invoice, I looked at it but had no idea how we were going to pay it.

By the end of the second week I had that part figured out, we had lots of money coming in. It was all cash, too. The old man would not take checks and nearly everyone that showed up had been there before.

Sharon was cooking in the kitchen, she got very good at it. One skinny little hippie looking girl came by and we hired her to wait tables. She had a bedroll and just pitched a tent out in the woods.

She really was a hippie type, too, right down to the flowers in her hair that she got down by the river. I saw her several times down there bathing, she went into the ice cold water stark naked and wasn't concerned at all.

The first couple of times were interesting, then I got oddly used to it and paid little attention to her.

Soon I had to hire another helper, to handle cleaning up the campgrounds and haul in firewood. That was easy, a young Mexican man came by on foot and was happy to take me up on my offer. Things got crazy busy that first Summer, for awhile I began to think it was impossible but after awhile I fell into a system and everything got done.

By the end of the second Summer we had Sharon's uncle paid off, and some cash in the bank. We had gone from being poor working people to rich business people in two short Summers.

Well, we were rich by the standards I was used to, anyway.

Winters meant we hunkered down and waited for Spring, we spent a lot of time making love. By then we had a battery powered TV set, if we got the little rabbit ears set just right we could pick up a few snowy stations. I recharged the battery using the generator, it always started right up.

The bad part was I never got to do any fishing in the Spring and Summer, it was work all day, every day, seven days per week. The same for Sharon, she was up at 5 AM and came to bed exhausted at around 10 PM. The bar stayed open serving beer, we had another woman that came in at six and stayed until two.




Wilderness Resort



The little stream out front was fly fishing only even back then, but in the Fall and Winter I ignored that because once Winter set in, fly fishing was a waste of time. Salmon eggs worked better, or worms when I could find them. Sometimes I dug huge white Ant eggs out of rotten stumps. Big Brook Trout and the planted Rainbows took the hook readily. There was a state run hatchery a few miles downstream, they released the big broods trying to get them to start spawning. I sneaked more than one of them out of there, smoking the meat for later.

Probably that would have pissed off the hatchery folks but they had no way to get to where we were to find out what we were doing, anyway.

I soon learned all of the Deer trails, so I knocked down a few each year for meat before the snow made it difficult. I didn't bother with a hunting license, same deal there. No cops ever bothered to come by.

Several years went by, for some reason Sharon never took with child, I was worried about it anyway since all it would take was a bit of bad timing and we could be in trouble.

We talked about that quite a bit, then Sharon and I made the trip to town to see a Doctor. The news was not good, Sharon was not going to ever be a mother.

She cried a little bit at that, but I just hugged her and told her we had each other. Then she accepted things the way they were, we just went back to the work.

Life was simple, if someone had ever suggested that I would end up here, like this, I would have laughed at them.

Then there were more buildings, all log cabins made the same as the main building. I had studied how it had been done for a long time, and I just started doing it. It was easy, and even moving the logs once they were fully dry wasn't too hard. I fell a few, peeled off the bark and piled them up until they were ready. The ones that were not long and straight became firewood.

We changed things around a lot when power lines were put in, and now it was big motor homes pulling boats. One thing about the area was the lakes, they were several of them within a few miles.

I fell a few slender pine trees and made parking spots for them. Electric lights replaced the lamps we used at first, we even installed heaters although most preferred to use the wood stoves and fireplaces.

I became a pretty good electrician after reading a few books and shocking the shit out of myself a couple of times.

One family got a little carried away with their fire, and set one of the cabins ablaze, we had it out in short order with no one hurt. I would have thought they would burn like gasoline but the cabins were pretty air tight since it got cold as hell outside at night, and the big logs just charred. The fire did flare right up when I opened the door and set off my fire extinguisher, so I left just a crack in the door and filled the room with the stuff, then shut the door and damned if it didn't go out.

The next day I pulled out all of the new throw rugs we had purchased because they looked neat, took them down to the burn pile and set them on fire. Back to the plain wooden floors, that put a stop to that problem.

I scraped down the logs and stained them, a person had to look closely to tell.

I started making tables and chairs out of solid Pine limbs, the tops of the tables were just slices of bigger Pine trees that I sawed at an angle to make them long enough, oval shaped. 

In short order we had the little cabins that were just 12 feet by 16 feet boxes furnished, they looked rather nice, rustic.

Then one day a customer asked about buying one of the tables I made so I sold him one. After that, we always had several with for sale signs on them, and we sold all of them I could make, plus even some of the chairs. Strangely, the sloppier and more rustic they looked, the better they sold.

I also discovered quickly that some of the older trees had huge lumps in the where Deer or something had rubbed their horns on the trees when they were young. Those made really pretty table tops and chair seats. I made a dozen or so, set them outside with a crazy price tag on them and sold every single one of them.

A monstrous resort went in years after we took over a couple dozen miles or so away, we expected that to do us in and it worried us. 

They had golf courses, fancy clubs, things to do. No way could we ever compete with that, I thought. It just seemed to make business even better, because a lot of their customers drove over to our resort for dinner and an evening out. One heck of a lot of them stayed at our place and then drove over there to play golf or whatever, that resort helped us a lot.

We applied for and got a hard liquor license, I figured that would be tough but it wasn't. I bought a little booklet in town on how to mix drinks, but tending a bar wasn't really my thing.

Without fail, some cute gal would show up looking for Summer work and we would put her behind the bar. Most of them figured out that wearing as little as possible really helped out with the tips, and Sharon got into the act with that. She ran the kitchen but from out front anyone could see right in there. She usually had a lot of skin showing, I figured she would be burning herself but she never did.

Just one bartender gave us trouble, we sometimes let the help use a cabin. A little brunette we hired suddenly had a lot of visitors. Sharon mentioned that the woman was too flirty as she put it, so I watched for awhile pretty closely. When the third man came out after an hour long late night visit and walked back towards the RV park, I had that figured out.

Sharon and I got to take turns mixing drinks until another young woman showed up. We didn't mind them playing peekaboo with the sportsman types that came by regularly, but hooking was over the top.

It turned out to be amazing how nipples peeking out regularly sold one hell of a lot of drinks. Most evenings the bar was packed until closing, I learned to stay out of there and let the girls do their thing.

One night a group of bikers showed up, they got pretty rowdy until Sharon walked over and took the so called leader by his earlobe and made him sit down in a chair. Then she told him to stay there until she said he could get up, handed him his beer and walked away.

He had no idea at all what to do about that, she was supposed to be afraid of him but she wasn't, not one bit. Plus he was well over six feet tall and Sharon was tiny, the guy was totally confused about what to do. Finally she told him he could get up if he promised to be good, then he acted like he was her personal protector the rest of the night.

We got a good laugh about that later when she told me what she had done. The guy came back several times after that, it was obvious he liked her. He told everybody Sharon was his "Little Sis", and made it completely obvious that he had an interest.

But he got nowhere at all, of course. Nobody did, and quite a few tried.

Over the years we got a few offers to sell, but turned them all down. The County made their efforts at suggesting more development, wanting some of the riverfront lots we owned to grow homes. But we stayed steadfast, refused to sell.

Then they tried to rezone us, I had to drive into town to protest that, and somehow managed to win. 

Next people showed up wanting to test the water, drill holes in the ground to see if they could find something.

Young kids, fresh out of college, thinking they knew everything about land and nature and how it worked.

None of them had any real clue. They never found anything, either.

But my regular harvest of firewood and logs came to an end, all the lands next to ours to the West was government forest lands, to the East was just desert. A timber company came in and clear cut right up to our property line, generally made a big mess. Trees on our own property were sparse and I had left most of them standing. 

After that, we had to have loads brought in. That meant more expenses, but we were making good money. We carefully saved all we could, our plan was to travel, tour Europe when we retired and we were well on our way to being able to afford that.

Houses popped up on the roadway coming in to our resort, then on the other end of our property there were even more. The roads got plowed in the wintertime now, so we could go to town any time we wanted to. Business in the store became a year around thing, we began to stock staples and soon I had to add another building.

I had to go buy the logs to do it, though.

That 1964 Impala we owned sat in a pine log garage I built, it was still almost brand new. I kept it cleaned up, started it every month or so and took it for a short drive, then waxed it and put it away.

I don't know why, I just did. It only had a few thousand miles on it, I liked it. I also had a truck, drove that instead.

Life was a mix of work, handling inventories, keeping track of people coming and going. I would never have dreamed of ending up in a place like this, doing what I was doing. It just happened, all because of a hot day and a sign that read, "Cold Beer."

That and an impulsive wife.

I would have told anyone who asked that we were happy, satisfied with our lot in life.

The change came on a December the 5th, no way could I ever forget that, it was Sharon's birthday. She was 38, I had turned 39 in October. We now kept the lodge open all year around, although by December the only people we saw were the few who showed up to use their vacation homes nearby, and the steady stream of snow bunnies.

The people that would rent rooms from us in the Winter, almost without fail had trailers with snowmobiles on them. The cabins we usually just closed down, it was too hard to try and keep the snow removed but I kept the front plowed with my big Honda ATV I mounted a bucket and blade on.

Celebrating her birthday, Sharon and I were on our third glass of wine and cuddled up by the fireplace when the bell out in the main lodge went off. Now what the hell, we turned out the outside lights at 10 PM this time of year so we were expecting nobody. I glanced at the clock, it was nearly 11.

"I will get it." Sharon said, hopping up and reaching for her pullover dress. I wasn't happy about the interruption, I had her nice and naked and was enjoying the hell out of playing with her big breasts. They sagged a bit more now than they did when we were crazy kids, but I still liked the way they felt.

Besides, it was her birthday, I had plans for the entire evening. She was back in 15 minutes.

"Two young guys and a woman, I put them in number six upstairs."

"Two? And a woman? There is only one bed in there?"

"Yea, but they said that is all they needed." She giggled.

The upstairs rooms were all just sleeping rooms with a half bath. Usually we rented those to a single or couple, because the shower room was a community setup and anyone wanting to had to go down the rear stairs and down a short hall beside our quarters to reach them. I had always wanted to fix that but I would have needed to take down the entire rear wall and move it to make any room, and I wasn't in the mood to do that.

"Two men and one woman in one room, huh?" I laughed at that. It wasn't a big deal, we got our share of the party types and we were both pretty numb to all of that. After all, it was a resort and there was no end to shenanigans going on.

Besides, Sharon did her own bit of looking sexy and the gals we hired to work behind the bar all had things figured out in no time. I had seen more than my fair share of almost bare titties while they worked, it helped to keep people lined up at the bar. 

"Yes, young guys, the woman is really pretty."

"Maybe family or something?"

"I don't think so." She grinned, then cuddled up to me again. I forgot all about them, the fire was warm and so was Sharon.

I woke up later to someone knocking on the door. I got up and pulled on a robe, answered it.

"Sorry to bother you, but we can't seem to get the heater to come on." A tall young man stood there, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.

"OK. I will be right up." I grabbed my little tool kit and went up there. He answered at my knock, I went in to check on the wall heater, wondering why they hadn't just built a fire in the fireplace. Then a quick glance told me why, they had tried but putting a full log on some paper and lighting it just wasn't going to work well.

I almost came to a stop, a young woman lay there in the bed, the other man was lying there on top of the covers. All he had on was a pair of briefs, she sat there bare breasted, the covers tucked around her waist. Her upper body was spectacular.

"This is Karen, that is Sam, I'm John." The man said, acting as if the woman sitting there naked to the waist was completely normal. I nodded, tugged my robe around myself, suddenly aware that it was all I had on myself. I checked the switch, nothing. The wiring was live, though. Just hell, it had to be the unit itself, no way was I going to fix that tonight.

"Why don't we just move you to a different room?" I asked.

"OK." He headed over and picked up a bag, I noticed there was just the one. I went into room five, turned on the heater, it began to glow in seconds.

"There you go, this one is fine." I turned back just in time to see Karen walk in. She was stark naked! She looked to be about 5' 2", and she was certainly built. She showed absolutely no sign of modesty at all. She just walked over and plopped down on the bed, leaning back against the pillows.

There had been quite a few cases of nudity over the years, after all, our place was a resort, and a bit on the remote side. One rather on the large size woman ran up and down the halls bare breasted one evening. We managed to get her to put her blouse back on after cutting her off from the drinks, but she was soon playing pool with some younger guys, it became obvious quickly she had no panties on. Then she and her husband retired to one of the cabins, the young guys left at about the same time.

Sharon and I had snickered over the high jinks that evening as we lay together in bed.

Topless down by the river had became more normal than not after a few years, the first couple of times I had seen women running around bare breasted I was surprised but now we just paid no attention to that.

A few times I would look over there to see some gal wandering around without a stitch on. Usually they stayed close to the river behind the bushes, there was a nice pool with a grassy bank there. Lots of the campers used that area to skinny dip.

Sharon and I had discussed that, then we just shrugged and let them all do what they wanted to.

So it wasn't the fact that Karen was completely naked, it was the way she acted about it. It didn't help that all I had on myself was the robe, hell, it was nearly three in the morning.

I beat a hasty retreat, feeling myself erect strongly. The gal was on the hot side. Sharon of course noticed instantly when I got back to our bedroom, she giggled and reached for me. I told her what had happened, she just thought it was funny.

The three of them checked out the next day, as soon as I saw Karen I felt myself erecting again. How she could appear almost indecent, even fully dressed, is beyond me. She did not do or say a single thing that was anything other than a customer would normally. I managed to tell myself it was only in my head and not really her, but the vision remained. As they left, Karen turned her head and flashed me a bright smile, the vision of her naked and totally relaxed flooded right back into my mind.

She had simply walked from one room into the other, then plopped down on the bed, her legs carelessly open, three men in the room. The two men had acted like they didn't even notice.

For several days afterward all I had to do was think about that brief moment and I was up and raring to go. Sharon was always willing, but after a week she noticed the sudden increase in my virility.

"OK, so what has gotten you so fired up lately?" She asked. She was sitting beside me stroking me with both hands.

I looked at her, sitting there naked, her big bare breasts rolling slightly as her hands moved, the tuft of hair on her loins doing nothing to hide the multicolored swollen lips. She saw my eyes drop down, let her legs open even more.

That set me off again, the 3rd time in a single day! Hell, I was almost like a kid again.

"Is it that woman, the one that was just..naked?"

"No..well..yes, partly that I guess and partly just you sitting there looking like this!" I reached out and fondled one of her big soft titties, she sighed.

"Did you want to...fuck her?" I blinked at that, Sharon never said the word "fuck."

"No..nothing like that. It was just the way she..was just nude and careless about it, like all of that was perfectly normal? I guess maybe for her it was?"

"Maybe. So you like careless nudity, huh? I have never seen you quite like this.. except sometimes when I...." She giggled, I knew what she meant. Watching her behind the bar doing her thing never failed to turn me on.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what has come over me."

"Don't be sorry, I like it!" She grinned, then lay down beside me, nuzzling up against my neck, one hand on my chest, her fingertips brushing my nipple.

The rest of the off season went normally, Summer and mayhem arrived again. By July it was hot as blazes, I was very busy installing air conditioners we had purchased for all of the rooms.

The wiring was interesting, there were government codes now so I was constantly having to call the County to get the inspector to come out and sign the little forms. That was a pure pain in the ass, bad enough that I could no longer string extension cords like we did in the old days, but each time they showed up it was with their hand out for the fee. 

I was outside on the upper deck I had built, nearly standing on my head attaching conduit under the railing where it would not show when I looked up and saw a woman walking down the road.

At first, I didn't think too much of that, people often walked down the road. The afternoon had been rather quiet, though, everyone was mostly down by the river since it was nearly 100 degrees out.

Sharon was downstairs in the kitchen setting things up for the evening meals, we knew that a couple of dozen or so people would show up, they always did. Just then a beer delivery truck pulled out, it blocked my view of the woman for a moment, I saw she stopped as some dust was kicked up, waving her hand at her face for a moment. Then she started to walk again.

I realized she was wandering oddly. I climbed out from under the railing, looked again just in time to see her stumble and almost fall. I dropped my tools and went down the stairs, figuring that she was probably going into heatstroke.

I caught her and kept her from falling just as I reached her side. Her face was white and bone dry, eyelids fluttering and a blank look on her face. I swept her up in my arms and carried her back to the lodge. Placing her in a chair near the air conditioning vent, I went behind the bar for some water and towels. She was completely limp before I got back.

"Sharon! I need a hand here!" I called out as I wet a towel and began to wipe down the woman's face and neck. There was no reaction at all when the cool towel touched her skin.

"What's the matter, honey?" Sharon came out, took one look and stopped.

"Oh!" She realized, went over and turned the fan on high.

"Heatstroke, I found her on the road." I was still dabbing at her, the T-shirt she had on was getting wet. Sharon handed me a bottle of water, I put it to her lips and tipped it for her to take a sip.

"That's that same woman." Sharon said.

"Who?" I looked at her again, then it hit me. It was Karen, the one that had stayed the single night, the one in my fantasy that I had almost forgotten. Her hair was longer and tousled, there was no trace of makeup, and since she looked on the haggard side I hadn't recognized her.




Wilderness Resort



Sharon tugged her t-shirt up to the bottom of her breasts, began to apply the cold towels to her abdomen as I bathed the back of her neck and head.

Just then she stirred, looked at me.

"What happened?" She asked.

"You got a bit too warm, miss." I told her, "Here, take another sip of water." I put the bottle in her hand, she drank some and sighed.

"Wow, I am dizzy." 

"Just sit and rest." I told her, laying the damp towel over the back of her neck again. Her face was beginning to show color, a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Within a half hour she seemed to be all right, she drank most of the water.

"Thank you for helping me." She said, finally.

"No problem. What were you doing walking in this heat?"

"We were camping down at the lake, John and I got into it and I left. I have just had enough of him. I was trying to walk back to town."

Town was 75 miles away.

"I can take you there if you want, no way can you walk that far in this heat." I told her.

"I don't have anyone there, anyway." She looked so sad when she said that.

"So where do you want to go?" I asked.

"I don't know, I will find something, I don't want to be a bother." Then she started crying.

Man. Crying women. What does a man do about a crying woman? Sharon sat down beside her and comforted her, I made an excuse and slipped away to my work, figuring Sharon could handle it.

I came in later that afternoon to help with preparations, and I found both of them in the kitchen. Karen was busy making a huge bowl of salad, Sharon was sliding one of her wonderful prime rib roasts out of the oven. Already people were starting to arrive out front. Maria, our waitress showed up right on time.

Sharon just looked at me and grinned, I didn't say a word. If there was a kitten within 50 miles or a baby Squirrel Sharon would be taking care of it. I got that part, so I just went to work behind the bar.

We had gone through 4 bartenders this season, they all seemed to either have sticky fingers or they drank their own fair share so I had been doubling as a bartender myself.

I was just washing my hands when they both came out.

"Go catch some rest, honey, we have it handled." Sharon said.

Karen stepped behind the bar and began mixing drinks. I watched her for a second or two, it was obvious quickly that she knew exactly what she was doing. She also had on one of Sharon's halter tops, which was at least two sizes too big for her. When she reached down to grab a beer for someone out of the floor cooler her entire breast appeared for a second.

Sharon grinned at me and I grinned back, I just shrugged and went to our room to catch a nap. I woke up very late when Sharon came in, I must have been tired because I slept like a rock.

"It was a really good night, we did almost two grand." She said, slipping off her clothes and heading for the shower.

"Wow!" I said. That was pretty close to our record at the time.

"Yes, Karen is very good and fast and it is obvious she has tended a bar before, she will be a lot of help." It was apparent that we had a new employee.

"I put her in number six." She said over her shoulder.

"OK. Did you find out what the deal was with her?"

"Yes. Her boyfriend John likes to watch her...with other men. It got to be too much for her and they had a big fight."

"Oh. That's kinky, isn't it? I have heard of that, it's weird."

"Yes, I think so too, but anyway, Karen had the entire bar packed solid all the way up until we closed." She giggled when she came to bed.

"How did she do that?" I asked.

"I think they liked looking at her." She laughed.

"I can just imagine."

Not having to work the bar at night after working all day was a relief, we all settled into a rhythm. Karen helped Sharon with the evening meal, that really wasn't too much work since we did just a couple of menu items each night and varied them around. People ate what we served, it seemed to work very well and meant we had very little waste.

Karen went behind the bar each evening, which now seemed to be packed most of the time.

I went in to see how things were going, Karen was something to watch. Her hands seemed to fly, she flipped bottles around, she had certainly worked a bar before.

The other part was she looked just plain...naughty? She was wearing some of Sharon's spare clothing and had modified them to fit her better. That didn't really help much, halfway across the room I could see her tittie pop into view every time she bent over to do something. She had that exact same manner like being naked was...normal?

Customers were lined up at the bar, and they seemed to be enjoying watching her.

Hell, I enjoyed watching her. Plus she still had that same effect on me. I found it was easier to just stay away from there as much as possible so I kept busy doing other things most of the time.

Best to leave things be as much as I could, we were making money hand over fist, the last thing I wanted was a fuss with my wife. The few times we had had a disagreement she won anyway.

Fall came and I was out running the big wood splitter I had built. That thing would chop a railroad tie in half sideways, I swear. I had used a couple of the commercial machines but all of them were almost like toys so I just built my own from scratch.

The 17 horsepower gas engine off an old riding lawnmower was running a 2400 PSI hydraulic ram with a 30" stroke, so it made short work of even the toughest knots and hardwood.

I just had to be careful and keep my fingers out of there.

"Hi, Danny!" I heard Karen's voice behind me. I glanced back, she had on a pair of short shorts and that halter top that did nothing to hide her figure. She looked amazing, but then she always looked amazing.

"Morning! Going to be hot today, that's rare for almost October around here." I was just making conversation, I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.

"Yea, I can feel it. I was going to go sunbathe down by the pond, Sharon said it was OK and she would be along in a half hour or so."

"OH. OK. I am just going to finish this stack and maybe I will go catch some fish." I glanced over at the RV park, there was just one rig still there and I was pretty sure they were pulling out later so we were going into that free time for us period.

I was just finishing stacking the wood when Sharon came out. I looked over at her and came to a stop.

"WOW!" I said.

"You like?" She grinned at me. She had on a black bikini, one I had seen before but it had been quite a few years. She had a large towel over her shoulders. Her tummy had an ever so slight bulge that had not been there when she was 18, but other than that, she looked about the same. Somehow even having seen her naked literally thousands of times, she was amazing in that tiny suit.

"Going to get some Sun?" I said.

"Yea, Karen is already down there, we are just going to lay out today."

"Maybe I should come join you instead of going fishing?" I grinned.

"Maybe you should, Karen doesn't even have a suit. Nobody is around so I just might sun myself nude, too!" Sharon gave me another wicked grin and went on down the trail.

I stood there blinking at that. I went and got my Honda ATV and rolled the big block splitter into the lean to and tarped it down, I was pretty much done with it for the year.

Then I went inside, Maria was polishing the bar in the lounge, not a soul around. I knew her husband Carlos was off cleaning up the RV park and the campgrounds we rented out.

Maria and Carlos had shown up looking for work earlier in the season, perfectly on schedule. Someone nearly always showed up as things got busy, we now normally had a half dozen helpers for the season. This was their fourth year, we were getting used to them arriving to work all season. We paid both of them very well, we could afford it and it made for good employees.

"How about opening me a beer?" I asked her. I seldom drank anything but I was hot and sweaty.

She leaned down and pulled a beer out of the cooler we kept under the bar. It was actually an ice machine and the little chips of ice kept the beer freezing cold so they could be served frosty.

We sure sold a heck of a lot of beer because of that. I glanced at Maria just as she leaned down and it hit me that one heck of a lot of Maria came into view. I could see all the way to her very black nipple, then she stood back up and handed me the bottle. 

No surprise there, I was well aware the girls teased but I had actually been staying out of the lounge since Karen arrived. I found that easier, we didn't need any problems and there was something about her that just got me going.

I took it out on Sharon, which she never seemed to mind one bit. Besides, as Winter set in I was sure Karen would be heading out, then it would be just Sharon and I again, with only a rare guest from time to time, and a few snow machine people.

Sharon realized, of course. There was a reason for my sudden increase in virility, in my mind I kept getting that vision of Karen just walking naked into the room, totally unconcerned.

My way of dealing with that was to just work.

I sat there thinking, the bar take was through the roof compared to a usual year. Here was Maria, cute as a bug's ear and she had to know she gave me a peek. A smile slid across her face as she popped the top on the beer bottle.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a smoke. Illegal as hell now due to the new County law, one of the first ones in the State about that.

But who cared, no cops ever came around out here anyway, and I doubted they would have any concern, either. Maria grinned at me and handed me an ash tray we keep hidden behind the bar.

"So, do you like working here?" I asked her.

"Yes, I like it a lot. Good tips, Carlos and I want to come back next season if we can?"

"Sure, that should be fine. Good tips, huh?"

"Yes, Karen and your wife do pretty good too."

We paid Maria $10 per hour, but I knew she usually more than doubled her pay in tips. She worked the 10 to 6 PM shift when things were slower, it was way busier at night.

I finished my drink and started to get up to leave.

"Carlos was saying he might like to stay here for the Winter, we know there is no work but we could maybe pay you rent?"

I thought about that, and nodded. Actually, I could use a bit of help during the off season, that might work out. Maybe the use of a rental in exchange for some help doing the few repairs that were saved up for the off season. I decided to go find Carlos and chat with him about it.

He wasn't in the campground, I went out to the big woodsheds and he wasn't there, either. I decided to wait until later, so I headed down to the river, grabbing my fly rod on the way. I knew Sharon and Karen would be at the spot where the river widened out into a deeper pool, there was a grassy bank there and it faced the afternoon Sun.

I stopped farther down the river and cast out, picking up a fat planted Rainbow on the very first cast. I slipped the barb less hook and let it go. Several more casts brought nothing, so I went on up the river to the pool.

I stepped out into the opening, and came right to a stop. Karen was lying there on her back, completely nude. Sharon was on a blanket, face down with no top on. Carlos sat beside them, all he had on was a pair of shorts. Nothing out of the ordinary there, Carlos often worked with no shirt on, he was very well built and muscular.

That pissed me off mildly, Carlos was supposed to be working, and while Sharon did wear clothing that could best be described as a bit skimpy, her being there in front of him with no top on at all bothered me. I didn't like him being there with Karen wearing nothing at all, either. I felt a flash of jealousy and I wasn't able to hide it.

Carlos looked up at me as I walked over there, he caught the expression on my face and flushed.

"I better get back to work sir, sorry. I was just catching a break." He hopped up and went over, climbed on the ATV and took off.

"Hi, honey!" Sharon said, rolling over onto her back. The white portion of her breasts were pink, I knew she hadn't been face down the whole time.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing, we are just tanning."

I was doing my best to not look at Karen, she lay there on her back just looking up at me.

"What the hell was Carlos doing down here?"

"He just came by, stopped and chatted with us a bit. It's no big deal."

I let it drop, then went on up the stream, catching a few more fat Trout. Later, I headed back to the lodge, Sharon and Karen we both there in the kitchen fixing dinner.

We all sat down to enjoy the meal, Carlos and Maria came in and joined the three of us. There was plenty so Sharon hopped up and set two more plates.

I talked to Carlos about staying over for the Winter, he liked the idea and agreed. Maria beamed at that, she never did like the idea of them needing to go back to their own country anyway. Plus they both had those green cards so I didn't have to worry about any of that, the news was fussing about illegals in the country lately.

With all of that settled, over the next several days we did all the things needed to be ready for Winter. With some business year round now, the added help would make my own life easier.

It was December the 10th, 5 days after Sharon's birthday that the phone rang. Her Mom was very ill, and I could see Sharon was badly shaken up about it.

I told her to take the truck and drive down to Portland, catch an airplane to Los Angeles to be there with her Mom. Her Mom had moved there to be close to her sister after Sharon and I married years before. I stayed behind to keep an eye on things telling her that if it got more serious I would fly down to join her.

Her Mom had had a stroke, the original plans of her being down there for a week or so became two, then three, and then over a month.

Business was slow and steady but not crazy, I worked with Karen and Maria around the bar while Carlos was always off somewhere fixing something.

One evening after we had closed, I was sitting in my room when there was a knock on the door. I expected it to be Carlos, needing something. I was surprised to find Maria standing there.

"May I come in, Danny?" She asked.

Not thinking, I stood aside to let her in. She turned to me as I shut the door and smiled.

"Carlos sent me to you, he knows you are alone right now and you must have some needs." She smiled and then unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it back off of her shoulders. Her heavy breasts hung there, the very dark nipples were as large as a silver dollar.

I stood there surprised, it was the last thing in the world I would have expected. I didn't answer her, she unhooked the catch at the side of the skirt she was wearing and stepped out of it, too. She had nothing on underneath. Her body looked soft, there was a large mass of black pubic hair covering her loins.

I should have protested, I should have said no. If things had been even close to normal with Sharon around I like to think I would have done exactly that.

But it had been over a month. I lost control, and reached for her. Somehow we were on my bed, her legs open and willing. She was very wet, excited.

"I have wanted to for so long!" She cried out as I entered her. My first orgasm came quickly, far ahead of her. Then I wanted to please her so I used my hands, her hips bucked upwards as her body reacted to me. Once again erect, I entered her again. Just raw and earthy rutting, not lovemaking.

The second time lasted much longer.

Later, as we lay with her unfamiliar body pressed tightly to mine, I felt a pang of remorse. That faded once again as her hand came down and idly stroked my now limp penis.

"That was very nice, Danny. We can do it some more if you like, I can take care of you until Sharon comes back."

The instant she mentioned Sharon's name, the guilt returned.

"Oh, lord, what did I do here?" I said.

"It's all right, Carlos does not mind. In fact, he likes it. Back home, when we visit with his brothers and friends we..."

I just looked at her. I had heard of things like this but it was strange to my own lifestyle. It was like Sharon had mentioned in passing about...Karen?

"We can't, we just can't do this any more, Sharon would never understand!" I got up and went into the bathroom. Maria was fully dressed when I came back out with a towel wrapped around me.

"I'm sorry, Danny. I did not mean to...I just thought that you needed.."

"What in the world am I going to tell Sharon?"

"Perhaps then it would be best that we just don't?" Maria looked at me. I didn't understand the expression on her face, or her reactions.

She acted like coming into my room to have sex was perfectly normal, even though both of us were married to others.

Perhaps to her, it was. It wasn't to me, however, and now I had a problem. I had broken the one thing that my wife and I shared, that total trust in each other.

Sharon and I spoke often on the phone, her Mom was showing signs of improvement and they were making arrangements for a full time care facility.

I didn't mention the incident with Maria, I just had no idea how to, and I sure didn't want to tell her over the phone.

I saw Carlos several times after that, he acted like absolutely nothing had happened, which surprised me. I had thought of firing them both, to make sure they were gone when Sharon got home.

But that would have left me alone running the lodge with no one but Karen. At this point, I no longer trusted myself alone with anyone. I was well aware of my thoughts about her.

Then came that very bad snowstorm. I knew from the weather reports that it was coming. We had a few bad ones over the years but from the reports this one was going to be very bad.

Carlos and I worked like dogs to secure things as much as possible, we packed extra firewood in closer to the units we were using to be sure.

Carlos suggested that the five of us could maybe just hole up in the main lodge, but I refused.

I just did not trust myself, not after what had happened with Maria. Instead, Carlos and Maria were going to ride it out in the largest cabin that was closest to the main lodge, Karen had her upstairs unit and I had my home area downstairs.

The cabin Carlos and Maria used was only about 200 yards away from the lodge, but in a very bad snow and cold situation it might as well be many miles. We often got as much as three feet of snow, even more during some of the worst storms.

We were settled in and as ready as it was possible to be when the snows came. By morning of the next day there was over two feet, looking out I could not even see the trees down by the road. Next came the wind, it was heavy.

We lost main power and there was no fixing that, nothing could get through. I knew it would be days before it was restored. I went down to the generator shack and started the engine, it fired right up. That gave us lights, and enough power to run all of the 110V outlets, but not enough to run the bigger heaters.

By the end of a week, I was carrying firewood to Karen's quarters and my own, plus the kitchen. I kept the kitchen fire going to warm the area.

Karen was still using the upstairs room, we did not dare let the room fully cool down because it could take quite some time to get it back to comfortable.

Finally we were down to using just the main part of the lodge, her room and mine and the kitchen area. 

We saw no sign of Carlos or Maria, there was over six feet of snow on the ground now and more coming every day. Temperatures dropped well below zero and stayed there. 

I was bringing in another load of pine firewood blocks when Karen told me she had lost water to her room. I went and checked, one main line had frozen. I managed to shut off the inside valve and covered it, that stopped all flow to the upstairs. I opened the emergency drain back valves and drained those lines to prevent any more damage.




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The secondary lines to my section were buried four feet deep so I had water. Within an hour I discovered that we had lost the main portion of the lodge so I shut down that section also. I made a mental note to fix that so it could never happen again. We had never frozen up before, but then it had never been so bitter cold for such a long time before, either. The outside thermometer read 10 degrees during the daytime, I couldn't see it at night.

I went out and checked the generator shack, it was still chugging away, the main well pump running. With the exhaust pipe from the engine routed around several feet inside before venting outside, the generator shack was staying well above freezing.

The 500 gallon tank of diesel was still over half full, I knew we had at least another week before we were in serious trouble. Topping off my concerns, I discovered that the phone lines were down.

Sharon had a cell phone, I didn't. We were now cut off completely from the outside world.

"What are we going to do, Danny?" Karen asked me when I came back inside, shaking my hands that were hurting from the cold.

"All that is left is my section. It will hold, we have to move you in there." I told her.

She nodded, went and gathered a few things. There was nothing else to do.

Over the next two days Karen lived with me, she took the bedroom and I took the couch in the living section where I could tend the fires.

Provisions weren't a problem, we had enough stores in the kitchen to last until Spring and beyond. I was glad that the old man who built the lodge had the wisdom to split the water lines, even if some froze up the others would stay open. I knew the problem we had was one I had created when I added the additions. I had cleverly ran the water lines down the base of the walls where they wouldn't show, it was my mistake.

There were eleven days in a row of daytime temperatures below 10 degrees, the night time was easily well below zero. 

The snow just kept coming, it was over the windows.

I woke up to see Karen loading firewood in the furnace.

"It's clearing outside I think." She looked at me with a smile. I glanced at her and looked away, she had on a white T-shirt and flannel short pajama bottoms that didn't do much to hide her figure. I rolled out of bed, grabbed a Levi shirt and pulled it on.

I looked out the window, I could see the thermometer I had hanging on a post. It was 20 degrees, practically hot outside compared to what we had been through.

"I had better go see about Carlos and Maria while I have a chance." I said. Karen nodded.

"I am going to catch a shower while you are gone, OK?" I nodded, went over and turned the valve that ran our water lines through a wood fired small heater tank. The main generator could handle lighting, all of the simple 110v power but the water heater was 220V and just too much for the unit we had.

Karen set a small fire, she knew what to do so I got out my heavy winter gear, found my snowshoes and headed out. The going was rough, the snow was very fluffy, soft and even with the snowshoes each step was a major effort. It took me a solid half hour to get to the upper cabin.

I found it almost buried in snow, waves of heat shimmered from the big stainless steel chimney. The snow shovel was right there by the doorway, I had it clear in a few minutes. All of the doors opened inward for obvious reasons, Carlos opened it and peeked out when he heard me outside.

"Quite a storm, huh? You guys OK?" He stood aside to let me in. 

"Yes, fine, I just came over to check on the two of you."

Maria sat there on the couch by the fire, it must have been close to 80 degrees inside. She smiled and hopped up, going into the kitchen and bringing us both steaming cups of coffee.

I sat and explained to Carlos about the water lines and what I wanted done to fix that so it couldn't happen again. Maria smiled at me several times but said nothing, I felt myself blush as the memory of her naked body in my arms popped into my mind.

Finishing the coffee, I stood up to head back to the lodge. As soon as I opened the door, I knew it would be difficult. 

Heavy snow was coming down, the temperature had dropped again.

"Be careful!" Carlos said as he closed the door.

It was actually easier getting back, I had broken a trail coming over. I made the 200 yards to the lodge, but I was exhausted by the time I got there. I realized I was soaked with sweat so I stripped off the heavy winter gear, got a dry T-shirt and pulled it on. I could hear water running in the bathroom.

I sat down in my chair to rest, just as Karen stepped out. She had one of the big bath towels wrapped around herself. She walked over to the stove, turned her back to it and began to use the towel to dry herself.

Once again she was completely naked in front of me, with that same totally unconcerned attitude about it. I just sat there and watched her as she rubbed her hair, those soft breasts jiggling slightly, the pink nipples swollen and flattened out from the heat in the room. My eyes dropped down to the now grown in soft fine hairs at her loins, I could see just a hint of the soft outer lips of her sex.

"Everyone is fine over there I guess?" She said finally, turning to look at me.

She must have seen the expression on my face, because her eyes widened.

"Oh." She dropped the towel on the floor and came towards me, sliding into my lap. I had no way to resist.

"About time!" She murmured.

Everything was a haze after that. The only time we stopped that first day was to reload the fire, then we went right back to the bed.

Forgotten was Sharon, my life, everything was lost in a whirl of crazy sex and fantasy. That former life all seemed to be far away, another time.

By the end of the week the weather began to warm, Carlos and I got busy digging out, replacing broken water lines and doing the repairs. We had to shovel a lot of snow out of the way. The damage was nowhere near as bad as I had expected, we soon had everything operational again.

Nothing was said about Maria, we worked together like everything was normal. Each night I settled in with Karen. I knew that part of it was wrong but I somehow just couldn't help myself. Then we had phones again, Sharon called and told me they had everything handled with her Mother, moving her to a long term care facility.

She would be home by weekend.

Karen's face fell when I explained, I was not sure what she had been thinking. But she moved back up to her unit. The next day, she told me she was leaving. I really didn't want her to go but at the same time I knew that was for the best.

Sharon arrived, looking wonderful like always. I told her about how we had survived the bad storm, explaining that we needed to do some major changes to some things, since we had lost water to nearly everything.

"So where did you all stay?" She asked.

"Carlos and Maria stayed in the big cabin, Karen and I...we stayed here."

"Oh. Yes, that probably was for the best..." Sharon looked at me, I guess I don't hide things well. She realized, she knew right then.

"Oh, Danny, you...didn't? Where is she?"

"Gone. She left yesterday."

"Damn you! I trusted you." Her expression was anger, hurt. I went and sat down.

"Honey, I am sorry. It just...happened."

"How long have you been fucking her? You bastard! I suppose there have been others?"

"It was just...I don't know." My face turned red.

"Who else? Don't you lie to me!"

"Maria. She came over. I don't know why."

Sharon stared at me, I couldn't meet her eyes.

"In our bed? In MY bed?" She said, with an expression I had never seen before. There were more tears, more yelling. She went in and gathered up some of her things, stormed out and went upstairs to one of the rental units, slammed the door and locked it.

The next afternoon she was gone, back to be with her mother. No amount of talking, no amount of begging had any effect.

It was just a week later when a station wagon arrived to pick up Carlos and Maria. I watched them load the machine, I didn't go out to say goodbye and they didn't bother to come in.

I tried over and over to call Sharon, she wouldn't take my calls or even discuss anything. Finally there was no point, I quit calling.

I sat down and cried like a baby when the papers arrived. She completely refused to talk to me, instead I had to talk to her lawyer. Sharon didn't want any part of the lodge or the resort, she got the savings, the capital we had carefully saved up in retirement accounts. I didn't even protest.

It was quite a lot, the stock funds had done very well.She did leave me enough assets to operate on.

Karen did call, just one time. I told her that Sharon had left me, she said she was sorry. Then she told me that she loved Sharon, but loved me even more. When I didn't respond to that, she said her goodbyes. That was about it, she never mentioned coming back and I didn't ask.

A very long Spring and Summer went by, I managed to hire help but nothing was the same. Forcing myself to work helped some, the nights alone in bed were very hard.

Then one of those offers arrived, we got those all the time, ignored them. I called the broker, made an appointment. It was getting to be late in the season, the year had been a bad one. It was like there was no point.

The offer was quite a lot of money. I told the broker to go ahead and draw up the papers, still hesitant I explained that I would take a look at the entire offer and if I decided to take it, he would get the deal.

The few days later I woke up late, fixed my breakfast. There was no guests in the lodge but I went down to open it up anyway.

About an hour or so later a car pulled up outside. It was one of those big Dodge cars, like the cops on TV all seem to drive. A young couple got out. It was warming up quickly, going to be a nice early Fall day.

They came in and looked around, they seemed to be studying everything. The woman had on shorts and a halter top, her belly bare. I just stood behind the bar and waited.

"Wow, this place is really neat!" The young woman said. I looked at her, she couldn't be a day over 20.

"Got any cold beer?" The young man asked. I popped two bottles, sat them on the bar. They sat down grinning at each other, each of them taking a sip.

"We didn't even know this place was here." The young man said.

"Been here close to 60 years now, I guess. Selling out now, it's time for me to retire."

"Really?" The young woman asked. I saw the glint of interest in her eyes. My mind flashed back to so many years before, when Sharon and I had walked in that same door at about the same time of year.

"Yea, some rich people. Probably going to take the place private, I will hate that but what can I do?"

"We would love to have a place like this, wouldn't we, Johnny? We got the money from my grandpa's estate, something like this could be a neat investment."

The man got a dubious look on his face. I grinned to myself.

"Say, how is this held together?" He asked, looking at the well worn bar rail in fascination.

"I just fall a tree, whittle a peg. Then smear it with pitch and drive it in. I cover up the pitch with clay and cover that with some stain. Got me a five gallon bucket of it out back. It's real easy."

"Wow, I could do that." He said.

"Yep, if I can, anybody can." I looked at the young gal, she had one elbow on the bar rail, a large expanse of her left breast was showing. She just smiled when she caught me looking.

"Come on, honey. Let me show you around." I told her. 

Less than a couple of months later, I shook hands with the young couple and wished them luck. The old 1964 Impala fired right up, it always did. I looked down at the odometer, it read just over 9000 miles.

Three days later, I pulled up in front of Sharon's house in California. It was December the 5th, her birthday. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. 

"Danny? What?..." 

"I wanted to see you, see how you are doing."

"I am doing fine, Mom lives here now, I take care of her."

"That's good." I felt completely uncomfortable, so many things had been in my mind, the words were in my head for many miles of driving. 

"Well, come on in. Who is running the resort?" She stepped aside to let me in.

"I sold it." She got a surprised look at that.

"I would have thought you would never do that?"

"Me, neither, but running it by myself just didn't make any sense."

"How much did you get?" She asked.

"Just under two million, they put down almost half and I have them on a 30 year note."

"Wow! That turned out to be a pretty good investment way back, didn't it?"

"Yes. The other offer was higher, some big outfit. You know how I feel about that. But these two kids came in and...remember that day when we...?"

"Yep, I sure do!" She smiled, I could see her thinking about it.

"You sure looked naughty that day, it's a wonder the old guy didn't have a heart attack!"

Sharon laughed, for just a moment there we were just us again, sharing our memories.

I sat down, she asked me if I would like some Tea, then went into the kitchen to make some. I watched her leave the room, at nearly 46, she still looked just about the same.

We sat and sipped the tea, as we caught up with the last year and a half. The conversation finally turned to Maria and then Karen, and I apologized, explaining I would do anything to take that back.

Sharon didn't show any anger now like she had before. They say that time heals all wounds, it gave me some hope.

"I want to be back with you!" I blurted out.

She just looked at me.

"It's all I can think of, I know I did you wrong."

"Danny, you were the first and only man I ever was with while we were together, you know that?"

"Yes, I know." I went quiet as she hesitated, thinking.

"You were enough for me, more than enough in fact."

"I felt the same way."

"Some of the things that were happening, we were asking for it, weren't we?"

"Yes, I think so too."

"Did you know that Carlos made a pass at me?"

"I didn't, but I thought he might."

"I slapped his face."

"You should have told me."

"There was nothing to tell, some nights when we were working, men would make suggestions, ask."

"I figured that probably happened, we were asking for it I guess with all the naughtiness."

"Since we split up, I have been dating a few men." She blurted out.

"Oh."

"I have been seeing one man now, his name is Carl. He wants to marry me."

I felt my heart sink.

"I...we....I let him make love to me."

"That's OK. I didn't really expect..." 

"Shut up! I am trying to tell you something!" She snapped.

I waited, nodding.

"That was different, it wasn't the same. All I could think of was that I was doing something wrong. He...Carl...he wanted me and I thought I wanted him, realized too late that I didn't want him to."

I nodded.

"But I let him anyway. I wanted him to but then I didn't."

"Sharon, I...That doesn't matter."

"There were others...before him, right after we broke up I wanted to find someone, move on."

"Sharon, it really doesn't...."

"Shut up! I am not done yet. There were quite a few others. Five, six I think? I can't even remember them. It was like I did that to..get revenge? It made me miserable, like I was cheating, but there was no one to even cheat on."

She looked over at me to see what my reaction would be, I just sat and waited.

"Then I met Carl, he is handsome and kind to me, I thought maybe? He is a lot of fun to be with, too. I didn't jump into bed with him. Then finally..he told me he loved me. After Carl and I had...sex...I wanted to call you right then and would have, but Carl was here, he stayed the night that first time. He is the only one that I let stay with me all night. The next morning, he...I let him do it again. It felt the same way, like I was doing something wrong. But since then, every time we went out we ended up in bed. I don't know why. Maybe because he was the only one that could make me...climax? Even that part felt like I was doing something wrong."

Sharon fell silent, thinking. Her face went red, this was hard for her to talk about.

"Carl asked me to marry him. I told him I would. I thought I would get over that bad feeling."

That statement came like a shot to the stomach.

"You called so much at first, I wanted to answer but I just couldn't. I was too angry, too stubborn. But then you stopped calling. I sat and waited many nights, wanting to hear your voice, even if just on the answering machine. But then you stopped, I knew you had given up."

"I never gave up, but I wanted to give you some space."

"So tell me, what was it like for you? Sex, I mean...with someone else?"

"I felt...guilty."

"So did I. But you did it anyway?" She looked at me, her eyes were wet.

"Yes."

"So did I." She said again, a tear drifting down her cheek.

I reached for her, it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. She let me hold her, but made no move to respond. Finally I let her go.

"So? Why did you come all this way?"

"To see you, I want you to be with me! It's always been you, from clear back when we were just kids!" Now I had tears in my eyes.

"We can't go back, you know." She said, finally.

"I know. But we can go forward."

"Do you think so? Or will all of this always be there? Will you always be bothered because other men have..?"

"Probably. Just like you will be. We both know, there are no secrets."

"I suppose. Tell me, have you been with anyone else...since I left?"

"No."

"Have there ever been any others, except that Maria and...Karen?"

"No."

She watched me carefully, she knew I was telling the truth.

"All right then." She said finally, reaching out to take my hand.

We sat like that for a long time, just holding hands. Then her phone rang, she got up to answer it. I heard her half of the conversation.

"I can't tonight."

"Because Danny is here, we are talking about trying again." There was a long pause as she listened.

"I'm sorry, Carl. Really. I have to do this, I have to find out if we still...." 

She again listened for a moment.

"No! I'm not. He just got here."

"Please don't be that way, Carl." She hung up, turned to look at me.

"Carl told me he won't stand for that, if I go back with you he won't see me again even if I change my mind."

"I guess I understand that."

"I can't give up on almost 30 years, I thought I could but I can't." She came over and sat down again, leaned her head against my shoulder.

"I thought I loved Carl too, but with him it feels..wrong?"

The phone rang again, she made no move to answer. It stopped after a dozen rings.

"I am all mixed up, can we take it slow? I want to fall in love with you again, I want to be able to trust you." She said, finally.

"I am already completely in love with you. You can trust me, I will never touch another woman again the rest of my life, even if we don't work things out." I told her. 

We sat on the couch, my arm around her shoulders. She was there, with me, where she belonged. 

A very long time went by, there was a stiffness, tension in her body. I felt it when she began to relax. Then she turned her head, lifted her lips for a kiss.

Familiar, soft. The touch of our lips was just like it always was.

Sharon was in my arms.

It was all I needed.

Hours later, I got up to leave.

"Stay here. Please?"

"OK. I would love to."

"You sleep there on the spare bedroom, OK?"

"OK. If that is what you want."

"That's what I want, good night." She went into her room, shut the door.

I went into the other room, settled in. I could hear the shower running, it ran for what seemed like an hour. Finally I dozed.

A sound woke me up, I glanced at the clock, it was after 3 in the morning. It took me a moment to realize Sharon was standing by the doorway.




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"Danny?" She asked.

"Yes, honey?"

"Do you really want me?"

"More than anything in the world!" I told her.

"Can I get into bed with you?"

"You never have to ask me that!" I told her, pulling the covers back. She jumped in, tugged the covers up and pressed against me.

She was completely naked.

Familiar, sweet. Those are the words that are close. Sharon lay back basking in our bodies still touching, both of us soaked in sweat.

"Am I still pretty?" She asked.

"You are the most beautiful thing in the world to me."

"It's you I love, Danny. Only you!" She said.

I leaned down and kissed her. Life was all right again.

+++

Europe was beautiful, a year went by seeing the sights of the world. Sharon's mother passed away, that took over another year, it was a long and drawn out affair, painful. We spent the last months living with her, taking care of her.

The lifestyle was a total change after that, it became parties, travel, strange hotel rooms. I felt myself becoming unhappy, missing the life we had before, but did my best to not let it show. Sharon began to go to gyms regularly, struggling in the losing battle against the ravages of time.

She began to be gone more and more, finally one day I felt a nagging suspicion. Nearly a decade had gone by, now 58, I no longer had the same virility I had before. Sharon had convinced me one day that she needed plastic surgery, I finally reluctantly agreed.

The results were amazing, a few months later her breasts were once again high and firm, her face looked to be in her early thirties. I stared in the mirror one day and knew that I looked at least twenty years older.

Twenty years? I was being kind to myself. It explained why we now appeared to be heading in different directions.

I took a taxi down to her gym one day, just curious. She wasn't there, I looked in by the pool and out in the main weight room, no sign of her. I was just about to ask someone when a door opened and she walked out. The man right behind her was tall and dark complected, he obviously spent a lot of time working out.

She was smiling, then she turned and stood on tiptoe and kissed him. His hand reached out and stroked her waist.

The smile left her face when she turned away from him, having just ran her fingers up and over his chest and spotted me. She just stood there in surprise, there was nothing she could say of course.

I turned and walked out the front door. She didn't come hime that night.

She never came home again.

Life is full of temptations, it seems. After that was a whirlwind of bars, gambling, drinking. Years were gone, not wasted really. The times together had been good, just those upsets mixed in there.

Six months after the divorce was final, I realized the check on the contract was late by two weeks. I called, a woman answered the phone. She insisted the check was in the mail.

The next month it still had not arrived, I contacted an attorney and began foreclosure proceedings.

When I drove into the parking lot at the resort, it was empty. It didn't take long to realize things were a mess. The carefully blocked out parking spaces had grass growing up around the posts, several of the Pine logs were knocked off their pillars. Bits of paper and garbage was everywhere.

Inside was not much better, the main lodge looked dingy, dirty. The outside doors to the cooler hung precariously from just one hinge.

An older woman was behind the bar, no one else was there. I looked over and saw a row of video poker machines setting there.

"Whatcha need, bud?" She asked.

"Is the management around?"

"Naw, they don't come around much. Anything I can do?"

"No, that's fine." I turned and left. I already knew what the problem was, and I knew what the outcome would be.

Three months later the legal portion was done, I picked up the keys at the lawyer's office, got into the old Impala that I had placed in a storage lot, and drove over.

Looking around, I moved into the old main quarters and started there. A couple came by looking for work, I hired them and put them to cutting the grass, cleaning up the rentals. I put the main lodge back into shape myself, it took two full months.

There were a few guests, not many. Then when the restaurant was back up and running, things began to slowly improve. I was around 300 grand in the hole by that time.

The State came in and took out the video poker machines, I can't say as I really cared. Things like that just didn't fit in with what the place should be like.

The day an old station wagon rolled up, and I saw Carlos and Maria get out was a bit of a start. They were looking for work, of course. There were a few moments of discomfort, but they were also excellent workers, so once again I hired them.

Maria did ask me if anything was going to be different, I knew what she meant.

"Do your thing, it will be fine." I told her. I also told her she now had the evening shift.

She grinned at that. Within a few weeks she had the bar singing, the place was going right back into the black again. I hired an older woman to run the kitchen, she was magic in there.

Now that meant I could do what I always did best, wander around and look for things to fix.

One day Carlos and I were moving some lumber off a trailor into one of the storage sheds. He asked about Sharon.

Oddly, I had not really thought of her much, I was far too busy. Busy was my best asset, it meant no time for thinking.

"She is fine, I guess. I am not sure where she even is at the moment."

"Well, I am sorry about that, Boss. You two always seemed to get along great, I was really surprised that day when she...." He saw the look on my face and stopped.

"Now you had better tell me." I said.

"That was a long time ago, Boss. That day when she and that Karen woman were out sunbathing? That night she came into the house, she looked...It was just one of those things, I couldn't say no. I'm sorry, I hope that wasn't what caused the trouble."

I just nodded. Oddly, somehow I already knew deep down inside, and somehow it didn't even matter. I had slept with Maria, his wife, and that didn't matter now either.

"Let's get this done." I said, reaching for another board.

October the 24th was my birthday, I took the day off and just sat around. Winter was coming fast, we had already had one light snowfall that didn't last long. I was sipping some red wine, then bored I wandered over to the lounge to see what was going on.

Maria was at the end of the bar, talking to a woman. There was no one else in the place. I walked over and sat down.

"Hi, Maria. Slow tonight, huh?"

"Yes, it's been quiet. Look who is here!" She flashed me a smile. I looked over at the woman sitting there, long dark hair, well dressed. Then it hit me.

Karen! She looked different..older? But then it had been nearly 15 years.

"Hi, Dan." She smiled. Her soft voice sent that same almost forgotten shiver though me.

"Hello, Karen. What are you doing back here?" I said.

"I just wanted to stop in and see the old place. I came by five or six years back but it had really changed. No one would tell me where you were, so I just moved on. I heard that you and Sharon..broke up. I would never have believed that."

"We just went two different ways, I guess. Are you married?"

"I was, it only lasted 3 months. I seem to have bad luck with men."

"I used to think I did fine with women, but now I wonder."

"Danny, was that real?" She asked suddenly. I noticed Maria had drifted off to the other end of the bar.

"Was what real?"

"You..and me. For a few weeks there, I was the happiest I have ever been in my life. I wanted the snow to stay there forever."

"I guess I was happy, too. I know that sounds odd, but I didn't even feel guilty until..."

"I sure didn't! She smiled brightly.

We sat and sipped our drinks for a long time, both of us were thinking.

"Say, do you have a room for the night? I don't feel like driving on into town."

"How about you stay with me?" I asked her.

"I think I would like that...very much!" I looked down at Maria, if she was leaning over any further she would have fallen down.

"You can lock up, OK?" I said to her.

"Sure thing, Dan." Then she grinned hugely.

I got up and held out my hand, Karen reached out and took it. 

Hand in hand we went down the hallway to my quarters.

"I'm older now, and it's been a very long time." I whispered to her.

"So am I, but I bet we can manage!" She giggled.

In my room, I looked out the window. It was snowing lightly. I looked over at Karen, she was already naked.

That really wasn't a surprise.

Beautiful!

The world was getting better again.



Wilderness Trail



It had been over 6 months since Donny and I, Rudy and Debbie had our winter skiing getaway in the mountains (see ‘A Relatively Fun Weekend’). Things had cooled between the four of us, mostly due to our various schedules, kids, etc. Actually, I believe none of us was prepared to take the ‘open marriage’ thing to the next level. I looked back on that experience more as a singular circumstance of chance, fascinating indeed, but not life changing. The whole spouse-swapping lifestyle just simply wasn’t worth pursuing.

Nothing was said by any of us, but it became kind of an unwritten law that we wouldn’t pair off with each other’s spouse, if at all possible. Our greater need was to preserve the lasting relationship between us and our families. We still saw each other on the rare occasion throughout the past 6 months, but always in the context of family outings and holidays. 

We planned an upcoming dual family outing for July. Donny and I and our 19-year-old daughter, Meg were to join Rudy, Debbie and their two younger kids for a weekend of nature hiking and swimming. My brother’s kids and our daughter always got along famously, so having Meg join us would be like having a built-in babysitter for the weekend. All the arrangements and lodgings were finalized for the upcoming weekend, as the seven of us looked forward to a break in our summer routine. That was until we got a Tuesday night phone call.

“Well Babe, I’m afraid this weekend might be off,” said Donny, hanging up the phone.

“What do you mean?” I worried.

“Just talked to Rudy; Debbie’s Great Uncle passed away today in Boston. Even though she wasn’t very close to him, her family expects her to fly in for the funeral,” he said sadly.

“Dam, that’s a shame! We were so looking forward to… oh well –stuff happens,” I shrugged. “What did you mean, MIGHT be off?” I wondered.

“Rudy mentioned that Debbie said we should just go ahead with our plans without her,” Donny said.

“That’s nice of her. I mean we DO have reservations and all. What do you think?” I asked.

“I guess, if Rudy and the kids are OK with it…hell yes, we might as well go ahead,” Donny figured.

“Fine then; I’ll call him back and tell him we’re still ON!” I said, with renewed excitement.

Rudy and the kids were elated at our decision to go ahead with the trip.

“So glad you guys decided to go. I think we would have felt guilty about leaving without Debbie, thanks Sis,” Rudy said.

“As long as we have her blessing, we can’t see any harm in going,” I added.

Working as a private contractor for a computer consulting company, my husband’s free time was at a premium lately. After two solid months working with his current client, he was finally ready to get them up and running.

“I’m so ready to put this Hazelton thing to bed and get away this weekend!” Exclaimed Donny.

“So, it’s finally a done-deal? I know, you’ve spent a lot of extra time with them,” I added.

“Yeah, there were a couple of tough nuts to crack in Accounting, but everything should be ready by Friday,” he said, with a sigh of relief.

Meg and I packed for warm weather, considering the recent heat wave. A sophomore in college, Meg hardly needed my attention or advice regarding just about anything. So I was taken back, when she started discussing her latest boyfriend, Steve.

“He really likes me in this one,” she said winking; holding up a tiny white string bikini.

“Oh, I’m SURE he does, Meg –doesn’t leave much for the imagination, does it?” I laughed.

“Come on Mom, I’m sure you wore stuff like this, when you were my age,” she suggested.

“Nothing quite THAT revealing!” I stated, trying to imagine her tight petite frame in the skimpy suit.

Steve is Meg’s latest, greatest summer suitor, whom her father and I have yet to meet. Since the two of them have been pretty much stuck like glue lately, I was somewhat surprised she found time to spend this weekend with us. I found out later, the young stud had previous plans for the weekend.

“Here’s a black bikini, Mom. It’s too big for me, but I bet it would fit you,” she said, handing me what looked like the remnants of a handkerchief.

“Meg, you can’t be serious. I’ve got worn out dish rags bigger than that!” I snickered.

“Oh come on Mom. Take it along. Dad would love to see you in that,” she spouted.

“Yeah… right!” I said, shaking my head and tucking it in my suitcase to appease her.

We finished the rest of our packing without incident. As was our ritual, we sprawled out on our king-size bed to relax and discuss the latest the latest gossip, etc. I was privileged to hear, yet one more time, what a great lover Steve was and the latest nonsense her sorority sisters were up to. Call it female bonding, whatever. We both cherished these stolen moments; just being together and hanging out. 

“Seeing how we’ve got to be up with the birds, we’d better get some sleep, Baby,” I yawned and began to undress for bed.

Meg was plenty tired, but was slow to pull herself off to bed. She continued chatting away, as I threw off my clothes and shimmied into a nightgown. I could tell by her disjointed comments, she was past tired.

“So Mom, did your friends ever make fun of your big boobs?” She asked out of nowhere.

“God, where did THAT come from?” I asked slipping under the covers.

“It’s just that some of the girls give me a fair amount of grief about mine,” she admitted, gazing down at her 32C chest.

“Oh, those girls are just jealous, Baby,” I quickly reasoned, trying to end the conversation and get some sleep.

“You’re probably right. They’ve just been acting strange lately, you know,” she started.

“I’m sure that’s all it is, Meg. Don’t let them bother you. Now let’s get some sleep. We’ve got to be on the road by 9:00 am,” I prompted her.

As she slinked off to her bedroom, I could sense there was more she wanted to share. However, with a nice long weekend facing us, I was sure there would be plenty of time to discuss whatever it was. I slipped off to sleep and only lightly stirred when Donny slipped in next to me. Our blurry digital clock read 4:00 am.

FRIDAY

“God Donny, what time did you get in last night?” I said, turning off the alarm.

“Geez, I don’t know –3 o’clock I think,” he mumbled and rolled over to hide his eyes from the morning light.

“How about four? What’s wrong; not that Hazelton thing?”

“Afraid so Babe. Some idiot accountant threw a wrench into everything last night. I don’t see how we’ll hit our deadline for transition, unless we work all weekend. Sorry Barb,” he answered.

My heart sank. I knew he had to be pissed. I was pissed. Laying back down in disgust, I stared up at the ceiling and tried to reason a way to make our plans still work. A tear found its way down my cheek when Donny rolled over to face me.

“Listen you guys and the kids have waited and planned this trip for so long. I think you should go ahead and have a good time,” he said softly and wiped away my tear of despair.

“What, first Debbie and now you? I think the gods are trying to tell us something; don’t you think?”

“Don’t be silly. You guys go on and have a great time. No point in destroying everybody’s weekend, right?” He reasoned.

I agreed with him. Majority rules, I suppose. My spirits were conditionally lifted, as I woke Meg and fixed breakfast. I called my brother to let him know the change in plans, but there was no answer.

“They surely have left by now for the woods,” I guessed.

“Come on Mom. Dad would want us to have a good time, right?” Asked Meg, loading the car.

“He did say exactly that, yes,” I agreed.

It wasn’t until we were on the interstate, that it finally dawned on me that Rudy and I would be alone, with the kids of course. I’ll just have to make sure not to put myself in any compromising circumstances. Meg carried on a fairly one-sided conversation in the car. 

Several hours and a pit stop later we arrived at the park and recreation area. Driving down by the beach to check things out, Rudy’s kids came running up to our car. They had been there for an hour or so. They were elated to see Meg and quickly invited her to join them for a swim.

“What’s up with your Dad?” I asked, not seeing him.

“He said he would check in the hotel and then said something about taking a hike,” answered Darin.

My brother’s kids were hardly ‘kids’ anymore. Rachel is 13 and Darin 12; definitely old enough to be by themselves. I cautioned them to listen to Meg and headed for the hotel to check in. Considering the 93-degree heat, I sifted through my suitcase for something light to put on. I picked out a light white cotton blouse and jean shorts. As I laid them out I caught sight of the black string bikini Meg insisted I bring. I smiled, picked it up and started to cast it aside, when I got a strange urge to try it on.

Stripping out of my hot clothes, I wrapped the skimpy black top around me and tied it. I crammed my broad thighs into the matching thong and took stock of myself in a floor length mirror. I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of my 50-something body scrunched into swimwear meant for a much younger and less voluptuous woman. My big boobs virtually poured out of the bra top, while the French-cut thong revealed my every bulge and age line. I was still posing for the mirror, when a knock on the door interrupted.

“You in there, Sis?” Asked my brother.

“Ah y-yeah –Rudy is that you? Just a second,” I stuttered and scrambled to cover the ill-fitting ensemble.

I quickly buttoned up a white blouse and wiggled into my jeans.

“Hey, you guys made it, great!” He exclaimed, as I opened the door to let him in.

“Yeah well, Meg and I made it.”

“What about Donny?”

“Oh, that goofy client of his pulled some lame-brain crap on him, so he’s stuck with them all weekend.”

“Dam, that’s the shits,” Rudy said, as his focus drifted from my eyes to do a quick scan of the rest of me.

“So, it’s just the two of us then…” he said and paused to consider the obvious.

“And the kids!” I broke in.

“Yeah… the kids, of course. So Meg came along?” He asked taking his mind (at least temporarily) out of the gutter.

“She’s swimming with Darin and Rachel,” I said, tying the long shirttails around my middle.

“I was just headed out for a hike, if you want to join me?” He asked, fiddling with the straps on his camera case.

“Sure, let me grab my camera,” I answered and turned to dig through my suitcase.

The two of us did have one thing in common –our love of photography. I liked shooting wild flowers and foliage, while he was into landscapes and wildlife. When I couldn’t locate the camera, I figured it must have gotten packed with Meg’s stuff.

“I’ll just use the bathroom a sec, OK?” I said and made a quick exit.

I reapplied some lipstick and powder, before taking one last look at myself. That’s when I saw what had Rudy’s attention earlier; the black top of my so-called swimsuit was quite visible under my white cotton blouse. 

“Rudy, why didn’t you say something? I can’t go out this way!” I yelled from the bathroom.

“What way?”

“I’ll have to change now.”

“You look fine Barb. It’s hotter than hell out there; people will just think you’re dressed for the beach. Beside, we’ll loose the light, if we don’t leave soon,” he countered from the other room.

“Well, if you think so?” 

“Don’t be silly Sis, were in the middle of a resort. Everybody dresses casual –come on, let’s go!” 

“Geez, what about the kids?” I said hurriedly.

“No problem. I left them a note back in our room and just finished another one for here,” he said showing me the note.

The park offered a variety of wooded trails and soon we had hiked about a mile into one called “Wilderness Trail”. The tall overgrown trees did little to shade us from the oppressive heat and humidity. We finally reached a rest area with decking and a picnic table.

“I sure could use some of that water Little Brother,” I begged, plopping down on the seat, with sweat running down in a thin stream between my tits.

“Dam straight! It’s fucking hot!” He gasped, took a long swig from the water bottle and handed it to me.

My hands were so sweaty the water bottle slipped through my grasp. Luckily, Rudy grabbed it, before it hit the ground. However, the resulting back-splash of was enough to soak the front of my blouse and jeans.

“Oops, sorry Sis.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, flapping my blouse collar to dry it out.

“Man, you’re really drenched! Guess its good you wore that swimsuit after all,” said Rudy, pulling his own sweat-filled polo shirt off for some relief from the heat.

“It’s not really my suit. Meg made me bring it along,” I said, untying my blouse. “I just tried it on for fun; then you showed up before I could change,” I noted and took my blouse off to dry.

“I’ve missed you Barb. Seems like a year since we enjoyed that skiing trip. What an incredible body you have!” He announced, as my jugs threatened to tumble out of the tight restraints of what a teenager might refer to as a bra.

“I’ve missed seeing you guys too. But, it’s actually only been six months and I don’t think we should be discussing our bodies,” I scolded him politely, loosened my jean shorts and let them drop.

“Yeah right, we shouldn’t be discussing bodies, with you looking like THAT!” He said with extra sarcasm.

Looking down at my exposed lower half, I quickly tried to adjust the thin black thong to provide more coverage. It was impossible. I put my hands on my hips and issued a look of frustration when I heard the distinct sound of a camera click.

“HEY, cut it out!” I yelled abruptly, while my brother kept snapping away. “I never intended on being seen in something like this, never mind having my picture taken!”

“Oh come on Barb, nobody will see them but me. Besides you look so sexy,” he said, moving in a circle around me.

“What if somebody sees us?” I asked, turning slightly at an angle to offer a more traditional pose.

“Are you serious? Who would be crazy enough to go hiking in this heat?” he stated and took another shot of me.

“I suppose only crazy perverts like you,” I said, looking down the vacant wooded path.

“So, it’s perverted to want to take pictures of your sexy looking sister?” He asked from behind the camera.

“Probably.”

“Then why are you posing like that for me? Maybe I’m not the only pervert here, hmm?” He said, snapping away.

“Maybe,” I snickered and leaned back against the wood railing. “God, but it’s hot!” I exclaimed, turned my face away, but proudly stuck out my chest.

“Hmm, let’s see… if I were a sexy pervert on such a hot day, in front of a camera, what would I do?” He said, as the bulge in his shorts became increasingly obvious.

“Oh shut up and give me some more water,” I said, not totally ignoring his implications.

The forest was incredibly quiet, except for the sounds of an occasional bird chirping, as he tossed me the water bottle. I leaned my head back for a nice long drink. Leaning back further, I let excess water tumble from my mouth, down my neck and over my barely covered chest. The camera clicked again and again. Finishing my drink, I looked Rudy directly in the eyes and tipped the bottle to completely saturate my top.

“Umm, that feels much better,” I purred, lowered the bottle to my hips and poured a fair amount of water inside the top of my thong.

Being apart the past six months had put up an imaginary boundary between us; a wall that suddenly seemed well defined, as we watched each other in mutual states of arousal. I knew teasing him like this was wrong, but something inside me wanted to play and pay a kind of a tribute to the sweet sex we had shared last winter. Basically, I secretly loved the power I had over him. 

“Ah see, now you’ve gone and got your suit wet. Guess you’ll have to hang it out to dry too?” He suggested and unzipped his fly.

“It’s a swimsuit, silly! Why would I need to take it off, just because it got wet?” I smiled, but reached behind my back and neck to untie the bra top. “So, what do you plan on doing with these pictures, anyway?” I asked, holding up the loosened bra straps.

“Well, since ‘having you’ is apparently out of the question, I’ll probably upload them to my computer and…” he blushed. I let go of the straps and jiggled my big tits for him.

“And do what, Rudy?” I asked, prying my thumbs inside the thin edge of my thong. “Would you pull out that big cock of yours and play with it, while you looked at my pictures?” He nodded and clicked off another shot, as I slowly peeled the fabric down over my broad hips.

I delighted in viewing his reaction to my little strip show. By now the huge bulge in his shorts had grown to an obscene size and ached to get out. I bent at the waist to pull down and step out of my thong.

“Too bad I can’t watch you do that sometime; I’ll bet it’s quite a sight!” I said, striking all the expected poses.

“Perhaps you’d like a preview, Sis?” He asked, grabbing the swollen outline of his monstrous tool.

“Ooh, you’re naughty,” I replied, as he unzipped his long fly and brought out his rigid beast.

His foot-long surprise seemed bigger and thicker than I remembered. Rubbing my wet slick pussy, I took added joy in watching him administer long strokes to his manhood. The sight of my brother jacking his thick rod with one hand and trying to focus the camera on me with the other would have been comical, if it weren’t for my increasing desire to feel it inside me. 

“My, my you ARE naughty. That big ‘ole thing needs to be spanked, for being so naughty,” I seethed and stepped closer to him.

His mammoth cock was every bit as thick as my forearm and about as long. My need to touch it was equally tempered with guilt, as I reached out and slapped it. When he didn’t flinch, I slapped it again and again.

“Oh what a big naughty dick we have here,” I said, took a seat on the edge of the picnic table and dragged him close to me by his belt. “Maybe that’s not the correct way to reprimand such a naughty thing. Here, let’s try this,” I said, undoing his belt and pulling his pants down.

His super hard boner stuck straight out and poked me in the chest. Looking up into his lusty eyes, I lowered my boobs to rest on either side of his hardon. I swayed my round, sweaty melons side to side until they slapped hard against it. Finally putting his camera down, he stepped in close to rest his hard cock securely in my cleavage.

“You know we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, pressing the sides of my big boobs to surround his mega cock, while he titty-fucked me.

“I need to fuck you so bad, Sis,” he said softly, as our perspiration mixed to provide plenty of lubrication.

“We can’t; you know that,” I answered sadly and felt my ready pussy start to leak.

“Come on Barb. You can’t tell me you don’t want my cock in that hot pussy of yours,” he said, edging his long fingers between my thighs.

“Oh, I want it… but,” I started, when his fingers roughly parted my lips. “Oh God!” My body tensed, while his fingers probed my saturated hole.

Knowing his next move would likely involve fucking, I opted to get him off with a blowjob instead. Backing him up a step, I gathered both hands around his pulsating pipe and leaned down to suck it. It’s just as well I could only bend over so far, as I could only manage to get the swollen purple head of his huge meat in my mouth. I knew he wanted more and he knew my pussy could take it all. 

As bad as we wanted each other, I couldn’t get past the feelings of guilt that were sure to surface. This time I was sober; maybe that’s the difference. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t bring myself to betray my husband and his wife, and our families for that matter. 

He tried more than a few times to gently force me to lie down, but I only sucked and stroked his cock harder. His grunts and moans were music to my ears, as I released one of my hands to massage his big balls. When his thick meat started to throb I moaned and went back to jacking him with both hands. For an instant I heard something rustle in the brush behind us, but didn’t dare stop to check it out. His thick salty cum burst into my mouth.




Wilderness Trail



“Oh Goddd! YEAH, that’s it! SHITTT!” Rudy yelled, as more of his creamy white juice filled my mouth and trickled down my throat.

He must have been saving this load up for quite some time, I thought. Still stroking his pole, I was rewarded with another hot load that my mouth couldn’t hold. I closed off my throat, for fear for drowning in his cum, while it poured from my mouth and covered my hands. Just then I heard another noise of someone or something moving in the forest. I turned quickly to see what it was and asked Rudy if he had heard it. He, of course, hadn’t. A wave of paranoia swept over me at that moment and I quickly cleaned up and dressed.

The sense of being watched stayed with me until we finally made our way back to the hotel. Rudy and I made plans to have a family dinner with his kids and Meg. I hurried off to our room for a quick shower.

“Is that you, Baby?” I yelled, hearing the steel door shut.

“Yeah Mom, just me,” Meg returned.



“You guys have a good time at the beach?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, it was fun. How was your hot hike with Uncle Rudy?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” I questioned her use of the adjective.

“Nothing. You left a note, remember? And was a hot afternoon, that’s all,” she explained.

“Oh, it was fine. I mean, yeah it was really a scorcher out there. Say, I thought we’d join them for dinner, if that’s OK with you, Meg?” I asked stepping into the shower.

“Sure,” she answered and stayed in the bathroom to chat.

She must have described every hot boy on the beach at least twice, when the shower door opened.

“MEG! What are you doing?” I screamed and turned my back to her, only after seeing she was nude.

“Oh Mom, don’t be such a prude. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. I need a shower too and just thought you would scrub my back,” she said innocently enough.

“Yeah well, I don’t its such a good idea. Beside, there barely enough room in here for my fat ass,” I offered nervously surprised at her sudden lack of propriety.

“There’s plenty of room for both of us. Give me the soap and I’ll do your back,” she said, running her hands down my arms. “God Mom, you’d think I was queer or something,” she said taking the soap from my hand.

“Don’t be silly. I know you’re not gay,” I said more relaxed, as she bathed and scrubbed my back.

“Of course, I might be ‘bi’,” she smirked and ran the soap bar in my ass crack.

“Whoa, easy there!” I yelled.

“Here, now you do mine,” she asked and handed the soap back to me.

I turned around before she did and was treated to a glimpse of her taunt, tanned young body. Full, round tits without the slightest bit of sag and a trimmed little bush. Her perfect little ass, tight thighs and athletic legs were void of a single blemish. As I scrubbed her back, she started rattling again.

“Mom, do you think Uncle Rudy has a… a big package?” She asked out of the blue.

“Meg, you amaze me. Whatever possesses you to come up with such questions?” I asked, wary of what prompted her to think of such a thing.

“I was just wondering, you know,” she continued, “I’ll bet he’s a lot bigger than Dad.”

“And how would you know about Dad?” I shuddered.

“Oh, I’ve spied you two making out a few times,” she admitted nonchalantly.

“Oh really?” I reacted, trying not to act shocked (which I was).

“Yeah. I’d say Dad’s thing is probably about the same size as Steve’s. Uncle Rudy has to have one twice as big as theirs,” she stated and nodded her head.

Her estimation was quite accurate actually, but there’s no way I could let her know that. She leaned back against my chest, reached down and brought my soapy hands up to her boobs.

“Honey, I realize you’re a grown woman, but you probably shouldn’t verbalize such thoughts about your uncle, much less think them,” I said in my motherly voice.

“Aren’t you the least bit curious, Mom?” She asked, running my hands over her perfect tits and hard nipples.

“No! For God’s sake Meg, he’s my brother! Besides, I’m happily married to your father,” I reminded her (and myself). “I think this shower is done. We need to get ready for dinner,” I affirmed and pulled my hands away from her chest and swatted her bare bottom.

“Ever kissed another woman?” She asked blatantly, as we toweled off in the bathroom.

“Meg, where DO you come up with this stuff? I’m beginning to think you’re over-sexed,” I said, shaking my head.

“I just seem to have random thoughts and I need your feedback, Mom. I’m not organized like you,” she pouted. “The girls at school give me grief about all sorts of things and I probably don’t always say the right things, ya know?”

“Meg, I don’t want you to think you can’t come to me about anything. Now what is it with these sorority girls anyway?” I asked with all the sympathy I could muster.

“Well see, several girls are into ‘experimenting’, ya know?” She started, somewhat relieved that I left the door open to discussing ‘anything.’

“Experimenting… with sex, you mean? I surmised.

“Yeah, it’s like they’re all these tall flat-chested girls. They tease me all the time about my figure and especially my boobs.”

“I know the type, yeah. Like I said before, they’re just jealous,” I reminded her.

“It’s more than that. When they aren’t together in a group, they want to see me naked and stuff,” Meg said.

“So, the teasing part is a group activity?” I asked.

“Yeah. When we’re one on one, it’s more like they want to get friendly –some of them, real friendly,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Have any of them tried to kiss you?”

“Sure, all the time. I don’t mind that. I even kiss them back, if I feel like it.”

“Why did you ask if I had ever kissed another woman –you already know what its like?” I asked.

“No Mom, I mean… kissing another girl… down there, ya know,” she blushed.

“OH, I see! Duh!” I exclaimed, suddenly realizing the advanced degree of her ‘experimenting’.

“Well Mom, have you ever?” She begged.

“I... I… I think you girls have too much spare time on your hands,” I said, avoiding her question.

“That’s beside the point, you still haven’t answered me,” she said, running her hand up my arm.

“Well, it’s such a personal thing, Meg. Is this something you’ve been considering doing?” I asked, trying to shift the ball back to her side of the court.

“Can I figure by your lack of direct response, that you have done it, right?” She asked, as if I was on the witness stand.

I quickly weighed how important it was at that moment to be totally honest with her against the value of a traditional white lie. Unfortunately, I was one of those parents who regularly taught my kids to be truthful. I nodded. She smiled, with raised eyebrows.

“What? Surprised your ole’ mom could ever do something so naughty, so out of character?”

“I never think of you as old; you know that!” She insisted and gave me a big hug. “So, give me all the juicy details.”

“No way! It’s enough that you know I did it, don’t you think?” I reckoned.

“No, I want to know what it’s like.”

“Why is that?”

“Because of Jeannie, this one really nice girl. We’re in a few of the same classes and study together. Anyway, we just real hit it off from the first. Then I found out she was ‘bi’. I told her I was straight and everything, but she said she was attracted to me and kind of attacked me one night. One thing led to another and God I was so horny. I let her go down on me.”

“I see, and she didn’t expect you to return the favor?” I asked.

“Well yeah, but I didn’t. I might have done it anyway, but I just didn’t. I was afraid I wouldn’t do it right or something, ya know,” Meg admitted.

“I suppose if you really wanted to, you wouldn’t have let that stop you,” I guessed and finished dressing.

“You’re right. Guess I’m not quite ready to go that far,” Meg suspected.

“We can talk about that later. We’d better get going. We’re late, as it is,” I said, checking my watch.

“OK, but there is something else I need to ask Uncle Rudy. Actually, it’s a favor for Steve,” she added.

“Hmm, considering the type of subjects we already shared, I’m almost afraid to ask what HE wants,” I laughed.

“Oh its no big deal, we’ll talk about it later,” she said.

“Thank God,” I internalized.

Dinner with Rudy and his kids at the lodge was uneventful, as we cooled down from the heated afternoon. The five of us relaxed on a huge deck that surrounded the lodge. I caught up with what was going with Darin and Rachel, while Meg and Rudy had their own discussion. From what I overheard, Meg was relating her life at college. The sun had long set on the adjoining lake when we finally made our way back to our rooms. Meg and I said our ‘goodnights’ to them and readied ourselves for bed.

“So, what did you and Uncle Rudy have to talk about?” I asked, as Meg flopped down on my bed.

“Oh nothing special. You know he’s such a good photographer; I just asked if he wouldn’t mind taking some shots of me tomorrow,” she said.

“Oh really. I don’t know if that’s such a great idea,” I stated, recalling her earlier interest in the size of his ‘package.”

“Don’t be silly, Mom. I’m only having him do it for Steve,” she said, fluffing her long blonde hair.

“Steve? So, that’s what Steve wants?” I asked, combing my hand through her silky locks.

“Sure, that’s all. Steve mentioned he would like to have some pictures of me; you know how guys are. I just thought since Rudy is practically a pro, he could help me out,” she shrugged and let her flimsy nightgown fall off one shoulder. “Don’t you think I’m photogenic?” She said, throwing her head back in a mocked sexy pose, which exposed her other bare shoulder.

“Well, you just make sure you keep your clothes on; you’re not a little girl anymore,” I demanded.

“You finally noticed that Mom? Duh!” She laughed and let her loose gown fall to her elbows, which almost totally exposed her perfect C-size boobs.

“Men will be men –even Uncles; you just watch yourself,” I cautioned her and leaned over to pull her gown back up.

She quickly sat up to pull herself from my grasp and let the gown fall down her arms. Now completely bare chested , she pulled her arms through the arm holes and kneeled to let it fall over her hips. Bending back on the bed, she slowly pulled the satiny gown from around her. Her girlish expression changed to one of mature lust, as she inserted one hand inside her thin panties. Secretly, I felt my own juices flow, watching her erotic display.

“Don’t worry, I could never compete with these,” she cooed and pulled my nightgown down to uncover my big jugs.

“Hey, watch it!” I said, trying to recover.

“I AM trying to watch them, if you would let me,” she countered and held my arms to my side.

Still holding my arms, she leaned her sexy petite torso close and kissed my shoulders. A shiver went through me, as she worked her lips and tongue to my neck. Trying to pull away from her grasp, my arms escaped my gown. That was certainly not the direction I wanted things to go, but dam I was getting hot from her advances. After nibbling on my earlobe, she brought her lips within inches of mine.



“Meg, this is not funny,” I panted, looking her eye-to-eye.

“I’m not laughing, Mom. You are a very desirable woman and I think we should finish our earlier discussion now,” she whispered, then kissed my lips softly.

I knew exactly which subject she meant to discuss, watching her eyes close, as her tender kiss continued. Running her small hands up my sides to my chest, she lightly teased my lips with her tongue. Overwhelmed, both by her aggressiveness and my desire, I backed away for a split second. She was and will always be my daughter, but now she taken on every quality of a young vibrant sensual woman.

“All of the sudden I’m jealous of Jeannie,” I purred and caressed her thigh.

She saw my motherly expression change to that of a seductive female. “No need to be jealous,” she answered and coyly moved my hand up her thigh to her crotch.

I gently leaned her back on the bed and slid her panties down. Her soulful moans filled the silence, as I kissed my way up her tummy to her sizable mounds. My tongue encircled the areola and my teeth tugged on her hard nipple.

“Harder Barb. Suck them hard!” She prompted and pressed my head tight against her young breast.

Like mother, like daughter, I smiled and complied with her wishes. Soon I had both of her tits sloppy wet and let my tongue inch down her flat tummy. The anticipation of having her mother eat her out was too intense; she pushed my head down to her shaven pussy. Spreading her legs wide, I knelt over and tasted her luscious lips.

“OH GOD, that feels sooo fucking good!” She exclaimed, as I probed her tight hole with my finger and generously lavished her tender lips with mine.

Rolling my slick finger and tongue over her clit, I quickly took her to orgasm. I thought her screams of delight would surely awaken the entire hotel, but I continued fucking her to another lovely climax. She came so hard both times; I assumed the sweet thing would have to relax. Not hardly; she was on fire.

“I’ve got to have you now, Mom!” She cried, pulling my head away.

No preliminaries here; she shoved me down flat on my back and spread my legs apart. Like a voracious cat in heat she dove down between my legs. There was nothing gentle in her approach, as she licked, chewed and sucked my wet pussy. I nearly hyperventilated, trying to keep up with her accelerated pace.

“Baby… Meg Honey, slow down or I’ll explode,” I said between shortened breaths.

She wouldn’t relent and sunk two, then three fingers into my slippery hole. My heels dug deep into the bed to raise my pelvis, when she inserted all four fingers. I felt my boobs against my chin and watched her hand fuck me. When she teased my clit with her tongue I thought I would pass out from extreme pleasure.

“Jesus Christ! Oh God YES – YES!” I yelled, as she brought me to an unbelievable orgasm.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” I asked, slowly regaining my senses.

“I just know what feels good to me, when Steve takes me. So, I was pretty good?” She said batting her eyes.

“Incredible! Perhaps a little fast for my old bones, but I caught up,” I smiled.

“I don’t know about other women, but you taste delicious! I’m glad you were my first, Mom,” she added, putting her nightgown back on.

After a visit to the bathroom, she joined me in bed for a goodnight kiss; a kiss that took on a whole new meaning for both of us.

SATURDAY

A long peaceful night’s sleep was just what the doctor ordered. I finally rolled out of the empty bed about 9:00, relaxed and horny as can be. When I didn’t see a sign of Meg and didn’t hear the shower running, I assumed she let me sleep in and went down for breakfast. After a cool shower of my own, I threw on a long robe and plugged in the in-room coffee maker. That’s when I spied a note on the dresser.

“Gone to do the photo thing with Uncle Rudy. Be back around noon. Love ya, Meg.”

I still cringed at the idea of my daughter and my brother alone in the woods, as I stared out at a full parking lot. My mind flitted between seducing Rudy and being seduced by Meg. Either vision made me tingle with desire, as my fingers found their way through my opened robe. Standing and staring at the lot, my mind treated me to erotic scenes of both of them. My fingers parted my wet lips and I let the visions take me over.

I have no idea how long I stood at my second floor window and masturbated for the entire world to see. Sensing an impending orgasm, my eyes refocused for a reality check. That’s when I saw him. Standing there below my window was a handsome lad in a tank top and cutoffs. 

“OH SHIT! What are you doing there?” I yelled into the pane of glass that separated us.

His bright eyes and huge smile were electric. He seemed to relish catching me in the middle of my self-pleasuring exercise. I covered up. He smiled again and blew me a kiss. God, was he ever fucking cute! Watching him walk toward the door, I let out a belated sigh and rejoined the real world. After pouring a hot black cup of coffee I noticed a newspaper peaking under the door. I opened the door to retrieve it and discovered a pair of sandals next to it. Looking up, it was him. 

Not bothering to tie the sash, my robe fell completely open, as I stood to greet him. “Good morning there, enjoyed your show,” he said with a confident smile.

“Hi,” I returned, brushing my hair back and gripping my robe’s lapels.

At just under 6 foot, I imagined the dark-haired young man to be in his early twenties. He was in no hurry to ruin the moment, but glanced back and forth down the long hallway.

“You lost?” I asked, fumbling with the newspaper.

“Just looking for my girl friend,” he said and caught a few loose sections of my paper, before they fell.

“Thanks,” I blushed and mimicked his hallway glances. “What’s she look like, maybe I’ve seen her,” I offered.

“She’s kinda blonde, blue eyes, nice figure,” he said, staring straight through me.

“Hmm, that could be a lot of girls. Hell, some might say I even fit that description!” I laughed and intentionally let my robe fall open.

“I believe I would agree with them. You more than fit that description,” he simmered, as his eyes settled on my exposed cleavage.

“That’s sweet. Maybe we should call the front desk and see if they’ve seen her,” I flirted and shoved my chest against his arm.

“Yeah, that would be great! Can I borrow your phone?” He asked and entered my room.

I locked the door, as he made his way to the bedside phone. His muscular frame and tight ass gave me a bad case of the hornies. Sitting across from him on the other bed, I crossed my legs and let the robe fall from my shoulders, as he reached for the phone.

“Perhaps you can do me a favor?” I asked and unbuttoned his cutoffs.

He stood in stunned silence, as I pulled his pants and underwear down. Holding his stiff, thick 7-inch cock, I leaned down and took it in my mouth. I pushed his tank top up, while I continued sucking his young manhood. He took the hint and removed it. With both of us naked, I stopped blowing him and leaned back on the bed.

“I… I’m not sure I should…” he started, as I spread my legs and teased my wet pussy.

“Well I’m sure! Now, come here and fuck me,” I directed, as he slid on top of me.

Lying on top, he caressed my boobs and tried to kiss me. I ignored his feeble attempts at foreplay and reached for his dick.

“Yeah Baby, just put it in. Ooh YEAH!”

With one long stroke he sunk his entire erection in my slippery hole. God, it felt so good to finally have a hard cock in my pussy. I grabbed his fine ass, as he pumped harder and harder into me. After several sweet minutes of missionary, he rolled us over and let me ride him. His pelvis must have raised me up two feet off the bed. Grabbing my swinging jugs, I rode him to my first orgasm. I fell to his side, with his firm cock still embedded in my drenched pussy. Turning me under him, he began to ride me from behind.

“OH GOD YES!” I screamed, while he slammed his groin against my chunky butt.

“Is THAT what you want, bitch!” He yelled and slapped my behind.

“Fuck YES! Come in my pussy – in my ass; I don’t care. Just FUCK ME!”

“OK bitch, you asked for it!” He panted and whipped his meat out of my pussy.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck my ass,” I implored, as he pressed his young tool into my asshole.

I briefly considered some kind of lubrication might be nice, until he forced his thick meat in my hole. After several long pumps in my tight hole, he clamped his nails into my hips and screamed.

“Jesus CHRIST, YESSS!” He belted out, as his throbbing pole exploded inside me. 

Now fully lubricated with his fresh cum, he doubled his strokes and shot another short load in my ass. As his stiff cock waned, I felt it flop out. Swiveling around on my knees, I grabbed the base of his flaccid tool and eagerly sucked him clean.




Wilderness Trail



“Wow, look at the time! Thanks Sonny; that was sweet,” I thanked him, grabbed up my robe and waited at the door for him to dress.

“My name’s not Sonny, it’s….” he started, when I interrupted.

“Don’t really want to know that. Just two ships passing, ya know,” I winked and smiled.

He was is in no condition to question the circumstance and was content to comply with my wishes. It was simply wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. I knew it. He knew it. One last lusty tongue-filled kiss at the door and my young stranger was gone.

Another quick shower and thorough gargling and I was ready to dress for the afternoon. “God, what a perfectly desperate, horny old broad I must be,” I sighed and applied my makeup.

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

“So Mom, you ready for lunch?” Meg shouted brightly.

“Yeah, just finishing up, be out soon,” I returned. “How was the photo session?” I asked, with a tinge of concern.

“GREAT! I’m sure Steve will be impressed!” Meg overstated.

“So, let’s see,” I urged, hoping against hope the photos were at least tasteful.

“Oh, we’ve got plenty of time to look at them later. I told Rudy, (I mean) Uncle Rudy we’d meet him for lunch at the bar,” she said, hurriedly.

“And the kids?” I prompted.

“Yeah sure, the kids too –of course,” she added, as an afterthought.

My brother and his kids had already picked out a table, by the time we arrived. Rudy’s two empty cocktail glasses told me they had been there for some time. When Rudy rose to his feet and helped both Meg and I to our seats, I knew he’d had more than a few stiff drinks already.

“Don’t you ladies look delicious?” He leered.

“Down boy,” I muttered, while he shoved the seat under me.

Rudy’s kids pretty much monopolized the table conversation, as I watched for any subtle interplay between Meg and my brother. Except for some open body language, hardly flirtatious, I didn’t pick up on anything special going on between them. We were half-way through with our salads, when Meg let out a shriek.

“STEVEN! STEVE, he’s here!” She hollered, dropped her fork and jumped up from the table.

We all turned toward the direction of her shouts. The back-lit stranger heading our way was no more than a shadow against the harsh sunlight behind him. Even when Meg ran to his side and smothered him with kisses, it was impossible to make out his features.

“God Steve, what are you doing here? I thought you had a family thing,” Meg asked, as I smiled and shielded my eyes for a better look at him.

“Turns out Aunt Sally came down with the flu and we had to cancel. I figured I’d just drive up and surprise you,” he said, with an uncomfortably familiar voice. 

Meg and her unexpected boyfriend found their way around the table, as my heart plunged to my stomach. There was no doubt about it now, her boyfriend Steve had been my casual lover not more than forty-five minutes ago. 

“And, this is my Mom, Barb. Mom, this is Steve,” Meg finally introduced us.

I nervously extended my sweaty hand and gazed into his knowing eyes.

“Nice to finally meet you, Mrs. ‘B’,” he said, taking my hand.

“Hi S-Steve; what a surprise this is! Nice to meet you too,” I answered, as his third finger drew tiny seductive circles on my palm. “But call me Barb,” I said and slowly pulled my hand from his.

Needless to mention, but lunch for yours truly was an exercise in total frustration and embarrassment. The conversation shifted to our new visitor and his relationship with my daughter. Meg was quick to pull him aside after we finished lunch. The two of them headed for the closest exit. I took a long sigh of temporary relief.

“You OK Sis?” Rudy asked observing my uptight behavior.

“Yeah, just some bad lettuce, or something,” I lied and changed the subject.

“He seems like a nice kid,” Rudy commented.

“Yeah,” my one-word reply. “So you have plans for this afternoon?” I asked, trying to fight off the vision of Steve fucking me.

“Not really. The kids want to play some miniature golf,” he submitted.

“That sounds like fun guys, can we play too?” I begged, focusing my attention to Darin and Rachel.

“I guess so Aunt Barb,” Rachel relented.

“Is that a problem?” Rudy asked them.

“It’s just…well, we kind of like to hang around the other kids and stuff.”

“So, us old folks would cramp your style?” I asked Darin.

“Huh?” Darin uttered.

“Don’t worry guys; I know its more fun without us, right?” I suggested.

They both nodded and smiled.

“Well, guess us old folks will have to make our own fun,” Rudy snidely stated.

The kids soon took off to “hang out,” while Rudy and I hung out in the bar. After a few stiff rum and cokes, I started to relax and resign myself to the fact that I had to just ignore what had happened with Steve. Rudy primed the jukebox with about $10 worth of tunes. Obviously, Rudy was feeling his oats and cajoled me into dancing with him. Several hours flew by and we were soon dancing to every song.

“Is this a closed party, or can anybody join?” Asked Meg from behind me, as my brother grabbed my ass on the dance floor.

“Sure come on in, the water’s fine!” I replied and moved his hands up to my waist.

Meg spread her arms between Rudy and me and pulled him to dance with her, while Steve took me in his arms. Keeping a safe distance from him, we watched Meg press her young torso against Rudy.

“Well this is unexpected delight,” said Steve, trying to draw me closer.

“What is?” I asked, ignoring his implications.

“Finding out the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“What does THAT mean?” I demanded, but let my boobs brush against his chest.

“I mean, my girlfriend fucks almost as good as her mother,” he remarked boldly.

“Oh really…. almost?” 

“Of course, she doesn’t suck cock near as good as you, but she’ll learn,” he continued and brought his pelvis hard against me.

“And you are the right guy to teach her, of course?” I whispered and pinched his tight ass.

“Maybe,” he said and let his hand slide out of mine and up my arm.

The song ended and we joined Rudy and Meg at our table. Meg sat on Steve’s lap and ground her butt into his hardon. She whispered something to him and they both laughed.

“That’s kind of rude, Meg. What’s the big secret?” I scolded.

“I just asked him if he enjoyed dancing with my mom, that’s all,” she said and wiggled her butt again.

“So what’s the verdict?” I asked, taking another swig of my drink.

“See for yourself,” she announced, jumped off of him and pointed to his growing boner.

“That’s nice. But I hardly think that has anything to do with me,” I smirked.

“So Rudy, I have to commend you on your expertise with a camera. Those are great shots of Meg you took today!” Steve broke in.

“Thanks, not hard to do with such a beautiful and willing model,” said Rudy, downing another shot of tequila.

“And just when do you I get to view these wonderful photos?” I asked.

“The camera is still up in our room Mom, if you want to see them,” said Meg, taking my arm.

“Well then, shall we move this party up to your room then?” Asked Rudy.

Steve, Meg and I headed to the elevator, while Rudy took care of ordering room service. Up in the room, Steve started to set up drinks for everyone. I mentioned to him that he and Meg weren’t old enough to be drinking with us.

“That’s interesting Barb. We seem to be old enough for other so-called mature things,” he smiled and shoved his hand inside Meg’s top.

I ignored him, took a healthy swig of a fresh drink and reached for the digital camera. Setting the camera in playback mode, I started viewing the photos. The shots of Meg were nice casual bikini pix of her posing in front of the same wood decking area on Wilderness Trail where Rudy and I had stopped yesterday.

“That’s such a nice natural background, don’t you think?” Asked Meg, taking a sip from her mixed drink.

“Yes, that does offer some nice contrast,” I answered and switched to the next photo.

The next shot was still a bust pose, but her bikini bra straps had fallen over her bare shoulders. Her face beamed in the next photo, as she exposed more of her ample chest. Clearing my throat, I had a feeling where this was going and reluctantly brought up the next shot. It was a full-length portrait of her braless and pulling her thong down around her hips.

“Rudy! What’s this all about?” I yelled, clicking on the next sexy shot of her totally naked.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me Sis! She said it was OK with you,” he claimed reclining on my bed.

“I never said anything like that,” I growled and clicked through three subsequent shots, showing her in progressively more seductive poses.

“Here Mom, let me freshen up your drink. See, the guys seem to like them,” said Meg, grabbing the outline of Steve’s expanding hardon.

“Humph,” I scowled and let her take my glass.

As I sat on the bed and fumed, I turned to give Rudy a disapproving sneer. Glancing down at his crotch, it was plain for everyone to see how turned on he was too. Meg handed a new, more powerful rum and coke and lay down next to Steve across from us on the other bed.

“Actually Barb, she said she was inspired to do all of this, because of you!” Noted Rudy, rubbing my neck and shoulders.

“Oh really? And just what would ever give her THAT idea?” I pondered and sipped my super-charged drink.

“OK Mother, you asked for it,” said Meg, grabbing for the other digital camera. “Well Steve, what do you think; aren’t these “inspirational”?” She asked, showing him a slide show of shots taken of Rudy and me at the same Wilderness Trail site yesterday.

“HEY, where did THOSE come from?” I screamed and reached to retrieve the evidence.

“Not so fast there Mrs. B –I’d say these are quite inspirational!” Laughed Steve, jerking the camera away.

“I TOLD you I thought someone was watching us, dammit!” I yelled at Rudy.

“Oh relax Sis. There’s not much we can do about it now,” Rudy said and pulled my shoulders back to reline against him.

“SHIT!” I uttered and fell back next to him.

Steve knelt on the bed and slowly reviewed and critiqued each sordid sex scene, as Meg unzipped his pants.

“Well we certainly don’t need to stay here and put up with this,” I told Rudy, as Meg took Steve’s fully erect cock into her mouth.

“Oh, I think you can deal with this, unless you think Daddy and Aunt Debbie would like to see them,” threatened Meg, withdrawing her boyfriend’s dick for a moment.

“’Fraid she’s got us there, Sis,” said Rudy, massaging my shoulders again.

“Fucking blackmail! My own daughter pulling this shit. I can’t believe it.”

“Oh you can believe it for sure, Mom. Now, quit your bitching and take care of your brother there,” she instructed and shoved Steve’s thick shaft back in her mouth.

I quickly downed my drink and lay back against Rudy to take stock of what was at stake. I was fairly sure she wasn’t aware of our previous spouse-swapping escapade and I was glad for that. However, I didn’t need to reopen another bag of problems, by having Donny and Debbie find out Rudy and I had rekindled affections. I was at the mercy of my daughter. The only redeeming aspect was that she didn’t seem upset about our discretion. She certainly had reason to be, but she didn’t display any signs of being hurt or affected at all. Of course, I wasn’t at all sure Steve hadn’t told her about us.

Watching her lying there sucking her boyfriend’s tool, while he thumbed through photos of me having sex was arousing. My drunken, horny brother’s hands pulling up my blouse didn’t help the situation. Turning around between his long legs, I stared silently at his bulging shorts, as he began unbuttoning my blouse. Taking one, last glance over at Meg with her mouth full of Steve’s meat, I made my decision. My hands went to work on Rudy’s pants. He pulled my blouse off, as I did away with his shorts and underwear.

Gripping his long, thick monster cock with both hands, I started rhythmically jacking it from head to base. The drinks had taken their toll on him. Although huge by anybody’s scale, his meat was far from being fully erect. At this stage I would normally suck and deep throat him, while I still could. 

“Ain’t it a bitch?” He asked, pulling my bra straps down.

“What’s that?” I asked and leaned down to lick the oversized hood of his big tool.

“Having to put up with these kids,” he said and unhooked my bra.

“They do grow up SO fast, don’t they?” I smiled and took his cock head in my mouth.

“Yeah, but in such delectable ways,” he whispered and fondled my big tits, as I took more of his semi-flaccid tool in my mouth.

I maneuvered my body around to be in a better position to deep throat his beast. Resting on my knees and leaning over gave Meg and Steve a perfect view of my ass, as I slowly sucked Rudy’s cock into my throat. My short jean skirt rode up so high, I was sure they both could see the growing wet spot on my white panties. As I pumped and sucked my brother’s stiffening muscle, I felt Meg’s small hands running up my thighs.

“See how wet she is, Steve?” I heard her say, as she pulled my panties down.

“That’s it Mom, suck your brother’s big fat cock. You’re such a fucking slut,” she said and spread my wet pussy lips apart. “She does have a nice pussy, for an old lady, I mean,” she showed Steve.

“Very nice, but it looks so lonely, Baby,” said Steve, slapping my ass.

“Ooh yeah! Fill her up Steve. Fuck her slut pussy,” she insisted.

Rudy’s full erection began to take shape in my mouth, as I felt Steve’s stiff rod penetrate my hot pussy. My moans filled the air, while my daughter’s boyfriend fucked me from behind with his familiar cock.

“Mmmmm, that’s looks like such fun; mind if I share some of that big ole thing?” Meg cooed and licked around the base of her uncle’s monster cock.           

“Suppose I’m really not in a position to object, am I?” I said, circling my tongue around his hard knob, as Steve plowed into me.

We both took turns licking and sucking his foot-long pole, while Meg crawled up and straddled Rudy’s face with her young, shaven pussy.

“Oh God, he knows how to eat pussy GOOD!” She declared, as Rudy’s tongue lapped away at her tiny slit.

As wonderful it felt having Steve’s young dick working my cunt, I truly craved having Rudy’s super cock once again inside me. My melons slapped against Rudy’s ready cock, as Steve fucked me harder and faster. I felt my orgasm peak and screamed, when Meg slithered off Rudy’s face and lined up over him to fuck his mammoth rod.

“No, nnnnno, nnnnno,” I mumbled between clenched teeth, while Steve’s cock filled my pussy with his hot cum.

With my face inches away from her tiny pussy, I watched her spread to take in her uncle’s meat. What I imagined to be totally impossible was happening before my eyes. She screamed over and over again, as she pried her tight lips apart to take more of him inside. Her pussy was stretched to the max, with only about 50% of his long thick dong inside her. She had taken in all she could. Panting and shaking, she faced me, put her fingertips on his legs and endeavored to ride him.

“GOD, it’s too much, Mom. He’s so fucking BIG!” Meg yelled, as Steve’s spent rod plopped out of my love hole.

“I know, Baby; way too big for most women,” I said, inching my face closer to her impaled young pussy.

Laying flat on my stomach, I was able to lick Rudy’s balls. Working my tongue up his thick veined shaft, my tongue found its mark at her slit. I licked them both, until Meg finally exploded in a violent orgasm.

Steve, not wanting to be left out of the erotic action, stood on the bed and primed his flaccid dick. Meg immediately went to work sucking his tool and slowly uncoupled from Rudy. I turned over to get a better view of my daughter’s expertise at cock-sucking and finger myself. My horny brother wasted little time and invited himself between my legs.

No words were necessary, as I spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips. Moving my fingers from my saturated pussy, I took hold of his throbbing beast and ran it up and down my slippery slit. My lips spread to accept his wide bulbous head. As his massive cock sank deeper and filled my canal, I couldn’t help but sense how wonderfully perfect it fit in my mature cunt. I was more than ready to take it all, as he powered his meat further and deeper inside me.

“Oh God Sis, you feel so fucking good,” he whispered and pressed his pelvis tight against mine.

The alcohol went straight to my brain, as I quietly prodded him to fuck me. In his super-aroused state, he hardly needed urging and starting thrusting back and forth. Complimenting his forceful rhythmic strokes, my heavy melons rolled back and forth, like ocean waves. 

“Jesus Christ, Steve, just look at these two!” Cried Meg, like she was seeing two people go at each other for the first time.

“Really! Suppose there’s something to be said for experience,” Steve observed.

The two kids were so caught up in our love making; they stopped their own and knelt at my head. Steve jacked his erect penis inches from my face, while Meg marveled at my ability to take Rudy’s entire monster.

“Geez Mom, I’m IMPRESSED! Does it feel as good as it looks?” She asked, licking her lips.

“Mmmmmmm,” was my sole response, as I focused on my brother’s facial expressions of pain and pleasure.

Meg leaned down and held my rolling tits still, occasionally licking and sucking my nipples. Letting go of Rudy’s long arms, I ran my hands up and down her tanned torso and butt. When I prodded her ass, she brought her thighs on either side of my head. Rudy never skipped a stroke, as my tongue found her silky slit.

Tonguing and sucking Meg’s clit, I felt Rudy’s cock start to pulsate inside me. Gush after gush of warm cum coated my mature cunt and brought me to a fantastic orgasm. I returned the favor to Meg with a tongue-fucking and felt Steve’s cock enter her from behind. Rudy was content to leave his spent organ in my pussy, as he leaned back and watched Steve and I pleasure Meg’s pussy. My unobstructed view from under Steve’s luscious 8-inch meat thrusting in my daughter’s wet hole was too delicious to pass up. I was in the perfect position to give his balls an occasional lick, which drove him crazy.

“Man, you guys are SO fucking hot!” Said Rudy, flexing his half-erect rod inside me.

I had to totally agree with his assessment. The sexual energy these two young beautiful bodies generated was more than enough to keep my juices flowing. My vaginal muscles tightened involuntarily around Rudy’s cock, when I felt Meg’s tongue teasing my stretched pussy lips. Meg and I reacted and moved in unison to the rhythm of Steve’s violent thrusts, as Rudy’s monster slowly came back to life inside my worn pussy.

Steve’s climax ended with a shower of fresh cum, leaking like an open faucet from Meg’s cunt. Erotic waves of orgasm swept over me, as their juices bathed my face from above and my brother’s huge hose filled my pussy again with more of his love lotion.

The four of us crashed on the queen-sized bed. The booze and extreme fucking had taken its toll on my old bones and I soon drifted off to sleep. It must have been around 10:00 pm when I awoke to the sounds of Meg and Steve going at each other again. Rudy must have gone back to his room for the night, so it was just me left oozing streams of cum. 

I crept off the edge, as Steve’s forceful thrusts rocked the messy bed. Taking stock of my disheveled self in the bathroom, I opted for a refreshing shower. I took my time to relax and reflect on how all of this would affect everyone. I generally wasn’t one to keep secrets, however I may have to make an exception this time and keep this to myself. Hopefully the kids and my brother would do the same.

Meg’s orgasm peaked as I returned to the room. Silently I crawled into the unused bed and tried to relax under the covers. I dozed off, listening to the two young lovers’ kiss. I couldn’t have been asleep move than twenty minutes when I felt the mattress give way. The covers came down and someone yanked my nightgown up to my waist. My eyes shot open to the sight of Meg hovering over my face.




Wilderness Trail



“Hi Mom, are you awake?” 

“I am now!” I yelled, as two hands hoisted my legs up and forced them to my chest.

“Good, ‘cause Steve wants to fuck you again,” she panted.

“And what if I don’t…” I started and felt his hard cock on my tender pussy. “You know this is rape?” I struggled, as his dick entered me.

“It’s only rape if you say “no”; go ahead and say it and I’ll stop,” said Steve, shoving more inside me.

Unfortunately, Rudy had reamed my pussy out to the point that there was hardly any stopping Steve’s cock from entering, even if I didn’t want him to. The dark room filled with the sweet scent of Meg’s perfume and the pungent odor of sex. With the lingering taste of my daughter’s juices on his lips, I took Steve’s long tongue in my mouth, while his rigid tool drilled me. Steve’s primal grunts and Meg’s moans were joined by a third voice I knew all too well. As the bed shook in every direction, I realized that my brother was pumping Meg from behind. My transition from surprise to utter erotic seduction was immeasurable.

Taking hold of Steve’s head, I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His hands slipped down my arms to grab my tits. His cock firmly in my hole, his pelvis rocked against me for ultimate penetration. 

“FUCK ME! Oh GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I yelled, as my orgasm peaked.

My young stud did not disappoint me, as his body rolled and thrust into my mature cunt. I gasped for air when he pulled his face away. I was willing to let him ride me like this all night. Meg was apparently enjoying her “Rudy Ride” as much as I enjoyed her suitor.

“OH GGGGODDDDD!” She screamed, inches from my face.

I took her face in my hands and brought her open mouth to mine, as Rudy filled her girlish pussy with his too-big cock. Our wet kisses were short-lived though. My brother’s forceful thrusts with pushing her petite frame forward about a foot with each stroke. Now it was her breast I tasted. I took as much of her ample tit in my mouth as I could and bit down on her nipple, as Rudy sent a healthy dose of uncle-cum into her.

Her screams of ecstasy were deafening, as my brother unloaded inside her. With my legs still hiked up and Meg lying over my chest, I was trapped. Steve propped himself up against Meg and hard fucked me until he was about to cum. With the dead weight on top of me, there was little I could do to help him. So he helped himself to my exposed asshole. Whipping his cock from my saturated pussy, he wasted little time and slowly penetrated my rectum.

“YEAH BABY! YEAH that’s it! Oooooooooh” I said, as he inched his hard thick meat up my butt.

My extra-tight asshole provided all the friction he needed. After a dozen or so deep thrusts he exploded. The thought flashed through my head that had to be the first time I had a man fuck me twice up the ass in one day!

I made a comment about being crushed, so we untangled the pretzel that was the three of us.

“You’d better take his to the bathroom Meg and get Steve cleaned up. I’ll take care of Uncle Rudy here,” I directed.

Meg gave me a knowing smile and took Steve by the hand off to the bathroom. I leaned to the side of the bed and propped my head up. Rudy stood quietly at the bed’s edge, with his semi-flaccid cock glistening with Meg’s cum.

“So you like that tight young daughter of mine?” I asked taking hold of his cock.

He nodded, shyly.

“Well just don’t plan on any repeat performances, OK?” I admonished and licked the head of his sleeping giant.

“OK, whatever you say,” he agreed.

“And don’t forget who knows what you need, right?” I said, between licks.

“And who takes that big honking cock all the way, hmmmm?” Between sucks.

“You do, Sis,” he whispered.

“Who loves to deep-throat you and drink your sweet hot cum?” I said and took his thick fading erection all the way down my throat.

“OH GOD! YOU DO – YOU DO!” He shouted, as I cleaned his meat one last time.



Wilderness WanderLust



I like this time of year. Winter had pulled back her white cloak revealing a wondrous costume of fresh greenery. The first flowers of Spring jutted out of the Earth, thrusting their bright blooms toward the newly blue sky. 

I hiked up the well-worn path, taking my time, enjoying the early morning sunshine. It was quiet still. Only the occasional rustle of a small forest creature—squirrel, chipmunk, rabbit—disturbed the silence. A light breeze kicked up every other minute, making my journey a little easier, cooling the back of my neck. 

The path continued to wind lazily through the wood. I took my time, savoring each step, leaving my microwaved-e-mailed-cell-phoned-hurried 21st century life behind for a glimpse of a younger year seen by this globe only a few short breaths ago.

It was yet cool enough to keep me from breaking into a true sweat. I paused, leaning my hand against the rough bark of an ancient oak tree. I pushed a chestnut-colored curl over my ear and took in the view. It was truly a beautiful day. The fresh scents of awakening plants, clean soil, and damp moss filled my nostrils and I breathed in the new life. Mornings like this made you feel like a welcome part of nature.

As much as I was enjoying my little excursion into the woods, I had another purpose besides filling my lungs with fresh air. Today I was meeting David. 

I had known David for 3 years, only professionally. We butted heads more often than we agreed, but there seemed to exist a mutual respect. Once in a great while our conversations would move past the limits of his office and we'd discuss greater ambitions, concerns, the community—his impending mid-life crisis. But for the most part, it was strictly professional.

Still, I had always admired him, not just for his brilliant mind or his natural confidence, but also for more superficial qualities—his large hands, the former athlete's body hidden underneath that 40ish physique hinting at days of Autumn afternoons playing football with the guys on a blustery New England day. There was just something special about him. In his large blue eyes I could see a smoldering passion lost somewhere in years of hard work and forgotten dreams. Between my bouts of frustration with his occasional arrogance, I longed to help him recapture a few of those aspirations. I don't know why. Maybe I thought if he rediscovered those visions, in some way, he would help me find mine.

No matter my reasons, I found myself on a wet and rainy afternoon in his office, in high spirits, joking about the next project I was anticipating. I admit, subconsciously I must have decided to approach him about exploring new possibilities: I often found myself leaning forward, my hand falling on his knee for emphasis. In retrospect, I have to note he did not discourage me. Our flirting had become quite suggestive as of late. I enjoyed it. I think David did too.

"There was one more thing that I wanted to discuss with you, Mr. Thomas," I said that day, standing and shutting the door to his office. He gave me a puzzled smile. I cleared my throat. "Off the record: I just wanted to let you know if you were ever interested in pursuing something outside of the office, I would be open to it." I held my breath, honestly expecting him to demur, to suck back all the casual flirting we had been practicing.

David blinked several times before he answered. "I think a little fun is in order, Ms. Anderson." He grinned.

"Oh," I paused, surprised that he had so readily accepted my suggestion. "Well, good. I thought you might be open to exploring some new ground." Damn, he had caught me off guard. 

"Actually, I really need to take a break from life. This would give me a nice vacation from reality." He continued to blink at me, the little smile never leaving his face. 

"Obviously this is something we do not need to share with the whole office," I told him.

"I agree."

"And I have three rules," I added.

His eyebrows shot up. "And they are?"

"One, discretion. Two, that we respect one another, and three, the only thing I am looking for is 'a little fun'. I'm not looking for a new relationship or a commitment, just for some 'strange', understand?" My former lovers always understood, in fact, they loved rule number three. David was no exception. 

"I can live with that." He leaned forward and studied me with an intensity that I suddenly found uncomfortable. David continued. "The weather is starting to get nicer. You're a 'nature girl'," he threw in a small smirk, "why don't we plan on getting together when the flowers start to come up, go for a nice hike in the woods. It would be very erotic."

It was partially true. I am somewhat of a 'nature girl', for lack of a better word. I do have a fascination for Mother Nature's wild side. But beyond all that, I just wanted to satisfy some growing desires, not to mentioned some of my curiosity. Frankly, I wanted to see David naked and discover just what kind of lover he would be. If he wanted to fuck against the background of the great outdoors, so be it. I wasn't averse to getting a few twigs in my hair. Besides, living as rural as I did, it wouldn't be the first time I played with a lover in the forest.

"I don't see any problem with that," I answered. We looked at one another for a few minutes. My heart had started to race by then and I felt a nervous pit forming in my stomach. Worse, when reaching for my pen, I realized my hand was trembling slightly. I quickly pulled it back into my lap. My anxiety was relieved somewhat when David reached for his coffee mug and I noticed that his hand was shaking too. 

"I suppose I should go," I finally said, placing my paperwork back into the overstuffed date book sitting on the floor beside me. When I sat back, David held out his hand. I placed mine in his and he held it, gently rubbing my fingers, watching me. I swallowed, again feeling a little shy and wondering why. I pulled my hand from his and stood up, turning around to reach for my jacket.

It was then David really surprised me. Upon leaning forward, I felt his hand grab the waistband of my jeans and suddenly, he pulled me back against his body. His hand slipped around and brushed over my right breast as his lips grazed my ear. He murmured softly into my hair and released me as quickly as he had seized me. Caught off guard, I stammered a quick good-bye, waving my hand, and never glancing back. 

That was a little over five weeks ago.

Since then we had passed one another every few days, making references to the weather and mentioning the sudden appearance of Spring flowers. It was the casual flirting that kept the fire smoldering and my imagination racing.

Two days ago I made my next move. I decided to surprise him, and popped into his office before he returned from lunch. I plopped down in a chair and flipped through a book I had carried with me so as I would have something to do with my hands while I waited. Five minutes later, David's 6'5" frame appeared.

He stopped short when he saw me, then smiled pleasantly.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Anderson," he said, grinning slyly.

"Hello Mr. Thomas," I answered back. "I just thought it was such a lovely Spring day and why not stop in and see just how you were celebrating the nice weather." I set my book aside and leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs.

"I haven't had much time to celebrate, but I'm looking forward to getting outside soon to enjoy the season." He sat down in his desk chair and rolled over to me. 

"Well, I am planning on a little hike on Thursday, I thought I might invite you along for some company. Get you out of this cave you call an office." True, my heart was skipping beats, but I kept the new nervousness he seemed to bring out in me under control. "I thought I might head out in the morning before the entire forest came alive, greet the new day. Interested?"

"Very. Where did you have in mind?" David asked.

I proceeded to explain where my favorite paths were, how they offered privacy, and by only a little effort, the most secluded places could be found. 

David nodded, never breaking his gaze from mine. I licked my lips, wetting them. He reached out then, his fingers tracing my jaw line and briefly caressing my cheek. I looked down, once again my bravado receding. Instead I drew little circles on his knee with my finger. He was quiet. I glanced up.

"I want to kiss you," he said softly.

"Oh."

He leaned in and I held my breath as his thick lips gently bumped mine. My mouth opened; his tongue played lightly over my lips. I shuddered as tiny sparks of electricity flew through my body. My hand squeezed his knee as I pressed my lips firmly to his. One of his hands slipped around to the back of my neck, rubbing tenderly, the other moving up along the outside of my thigh to my hip. Our tongues slid past one another, pushing deep into one another's mouth. I moaned as David's thumb stroked down my neck from my chin to the sensitive hollow at the bottom of my throat. 

I squirmed in my chair, loathe to stop the kiss, but aware that his office door was slightly open. I pushed against his chest and whispered for him to stop. He released me reluctantly. The look on his face was serious. 

"What time on Thursday?" he asked.

"Nine o'clock. Just follow that trail. I'll be waiting."

David nodded. His eyes watched his thumb as it passed once more over my lips, then the twin pools met mine as he said softly, "I can't wait."

I realized that I had been standing for a good ten minutes daydreaming under the great old oak. I shook myself free of fantasy, reminding myself that a better reality was awaiting me another fifty yards up the path. I resumed my hike, my anticipation for the morning's upcoming events growing.

*****

I stretched out the soft green blanket on the ground, smoothing out the wrinkles. I had carried up a small knapsack with a few essentials: wine, a couple of cups, condoms—everything a girl needs for a day in the woods. 

I laid back on the blanket and stared up into the treetops. Glowing pinpoints of light shot down from above, touching the soft ground below. In the air floated fuzz from flowers, pollen probably, mixed with the occasional butterfly. It was a magical moment, a scene stolen from the movie 'Legend'. 

This particular spot would afford David and myself a great deal of privacy, but it was close enough to the path that we would be aware should anyone head in our direction. In fact, I could hear David making his way along the trail at that moment. 

I stood, putting my hand to my chest to steady my nerves—no, my excitement. I quickly moved through the low vegetation and popped out from behind one of the many mammoth rocks that dotted the landscape in this part of the forest. David was standing with his back to me, head tilted back, eyes closed to the streams of sunshine as they danced across his face. 

To anyone else, it might have seemed trite, but I understood David's reverence. This hidden piece of paradise nestled in the corner of a tech-oriented world was a treasured find. I was glad I was able to share it with him.

"Hey," I said softly.

He turned in my direction and flashed me a genuine smile. "You really know how to pick a perfect spot. Wow." He gestured all around. "I half expect to find a faun and a few wood nymphs."

"How about just one wood nymph," I answered stepping towards him and reaching for his hand. His fingers curled around mine. I liked his hands: big, strong, but soft. 

I led him back around the mossy boulder and through the trees to my blanket. He stopped and carefully examined the place I had chosen. 

"This is incredibly private," he observed.

"Yes it is," I smiled. "I told you I knew a lot of secluded places where we could spend a morning." 

And the site was perfect, located in a rounded depression in the woods, as if some giant had reached down and scooped up a chunk of land. A wall of moss-covered Earth surrounded us on three sides. Still, it was open enough to allow the strands of sunshine in to touch us.

He dropped the gym bag he had been carrying and glanced down at the wine bottle sitting on the corner of the blanket. 

"Do you want me to open that?" David asked.

"Sure," I answered, handing him the bottle and a corkscrew. 

I sat on the blanket, holding the two cups while he expertly removed the cork. He knelt on one knee and poured my wine, then his. We touched cups in a toast.

"To escaping reality," he said.

I nodded. "To creating a little fantasy." I sipped my wine and sat back.

David settled beside me and there we sat, sipping the wine while enjoying the natural beauty of our surroundings. 

I laid my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes. I could hear the birds singing, the chatter of the little creatures of the forest. I felt David take the cup of wine from my hand and he tilted my face up towards his. His lips landed gently upon mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth, leisurely, licking along my lips, over my teeth, playing with my tongue. It was a slow kiss, made sweet by the taste of wine. I shivered as his fingers traced the line of my neck down to the collar of my shirt. There they stopped, and his fingertips caressed my skin lightly, back and forth. I placed my hand against his chest and pushed him back gently. His eyes never left me as I moved to my knees and pulled my shirt off over my head. 

The warming air felt good on my bare skin. I tossed my shirt aside as David sat up and placed his hands on my shoulders, easing the straps of my bra down my arms. 

Experienced fingers worked the clasp in back and my breasts fell free. He sat back, his gaze running down my body, his fingers trailing along the curve of my right breast. Instinctively I stretched to meet his touch, my nipple growing hard. He barely brushed over it, teasing instead the other, again stroking along the side and around to the full bottom. Each hand cupped a milky globe and he rubbed his thumbs easily over my tightening nipples. I sucked in a quick breath and allowed his touch to work its magic.

I was not surprised to find David handling me with such tenderness. I am a small-framed woman and in my experience, my larger lovers were often quite gentle with me. I have been fortunate. 

I ran my hands up his chest and unbuttoned the top of his polo shirt before I tugged at the bottom, urging him to remove it. His hands left my body long enough to pull it over his head. Then they were back on my flesh, kneading my breasts between his fingers as he kissed my neck. 

I climbed into his lap, seating myself between his thighs as I wrapped my legs around his hips. I pulled myself against him, encircling his neck with my arms and kissing him hard and full on the mouth. David's fingers dug into my back as he held me to him tightly. My tongue probed into the back of his mouth. Our breathing became labored as we inhaled deeply through our noses. I sucked greedily on his tongue, rotating my hips slightly in his lap.

He pulled away, gasping softly, then caught my lower lips between his teeth. He worried it for a moment, causing me to push him away. So quickly our playing had become so intense and I felt my body trembling in his arms. I needed to recover some of my self-control. 

I sat back from David and knelt between his legs, smoothing my hands over his chest. I enjoyed touching him. My fingers left trails of goose-flesh and he groaned softly. I ran a finger over his rather large nipples, teasing them to hard points before I replaced my fingers with my lips. My tongue flicked at them, only to be followed by the quick nips of my teeth. I heard his sharp intake of breath as his hand ran through my hair, twisting it in his fist. I paused, feeling his grasp relax before I continued lower, occasionally biting at his flesh, the little love-handles along his sides, as he squirmed under my attentions. I moved lower.

He had a great chest, with a good amount of hair stretching down his stomach without turning into fur. I ran my fingers through the curls as my mouth kissed lower, my tongue circling his belly-button several times before I plunged it in.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. His body stiffened as the charge ran through him. I sat back, grinning. He rolled his eyes, a quick smile overtaking his lips as he shook his head at me. 

My fingers found the waistband of his khaki's and I quickly opened his shorts. I had already felt the hard heat of his cock when we had pressed against one another, and I was eager to lay my eyes, as well as other parts of myself, on it. Now, sure, size doesn't matter, right? Well, I wasn't there to argue pros and cons—this wasn't the time nor place, but I'll be honest, I expected him to be, oh shall we say, a 'hefty' man. In fact, he had a few speculative nicknames amongst the women who knew him. "The Oak" was one of them. 

I slowly slipped my hand inside his shorts, avoiding his gaze and concentrating on the subject 'at hand'. Carefully I pulled a very ample-sized cock out of the confines of his pants. I could feel the surprised grin racing across my face. He was quite big, pushing a good 8 inches at least. But more than length, it was the biggest cock in diameter I had ever seen, capped with a fat mushroomed head.

I cleared my throat. "Oh my," I said wearing my goofy grin. 

He chuckled, raising his eyebrows at me. "Is there a problem?"

"I hope not," I laughed back, shaking my head.

I ran a fingertip along the length. David flinched, then relaxed. I continued to stroke him softly, enjoying the texture, the network of veins, the way it pulsed with a life of its own under my touch. 

Every cock is different, some are better than others, but each is beautiful in its own way. This one was striking. 

My fingers traced the rim of its head, causing David to jump again slightly. A small drop of clear pre-cum oozed from the long slit. I touched it with my fingertip, slowly stretching a long strand between his cock and my hand. I glanced up at him. He was watching me with those soulful eyes. I licked the drop off my fingertip. He shuddered.

I slid down on my belly and propped myself between the tree trunks that were his thighs. I just wanted to taste the flesh first, satisfy another curiosity. I felt his body grow tense. I smiled. My tongue reached out and skimmed the smooth skin on the head of his cock. I heard David's sharp intake of breath and this time, I felt the shiver race through him. I took the head between my lips and sucked lightly, starting slowly. I didn't want to rush this moment for either one of us. I pulled my mouth away from the head and ran my tongue up and down the length of his hardness. I covered him in my saliva, alternating between long licks and wet kisses. His cock jumped under my attentions.

Sitting up a little, I coaxed him to lift his hips and pulled his shorts down over his thighs to below his knees. I kissed the insides of his legs, appreciating the firm muscles there before I returned to his prick, grasping the length gently with my left hand while I rubbed the head under the palm of my right in small circles. David dug his fingers into the blanket and pulled at the ground. His breathing became heavy and his hips twitched involuntarily. 

Good.

I lowered my head again and took his cock into my mouth as far as I could. True, I wasn't able to suck down the whole prize, but I managed to stuff a generous amount to the back of my throat. I worked his cock, slowly at first, tightening my lips around the muscle each time I lifted my head, pulling more pre-cum into my mouth. It was salty, musky, manly. Damn, I was starting to drive myself wild. 

I cupped his balls in my left hand and massaged them as I pumped my mouth up and down his cock. He met each downward stroke, pressing himself further into my mouth as I took in every possible inch. His hands found the top of my head and he pushed as deep as he could, holding me for a moment before releasing me so I could take a gulp of air. My breathing matched his, my nostrils flared as I sucked in a much-needed breath before swallowing him again. The pre-cum was flowing non-stop and I found myself hungrily devouring the precious fluid.




Wilderness WanderLust



Slipping my hand lower, I ran my finger behind his balls and tickled the soft area between them and his clenching hole. As I explored further and ran my fingertip lightly over his tight opening, David stabbed his cock upward, diving into my throat and choking me for a brief moment before I could pull my head back. He gasped and I pressed the digit in gently, rotating my finger.

"Holy fuck," he swore through clenched teeth. 

My lips covered the head of his cock and I mouthed the throbbing member, alternating between insistent sucking and playful nipping. My other hand slid up and down the shiny shaft, pumping his cock.

David's fingers twisted in my hair and suddenly, almost violently, he pulled my lips away as his body tensed. I pulled my finger from his ass and looked up. His jaw was taut and his breath came in rapid spurts. His hips convulsed several times before he regained a measure of composure and opened his eyes. He swallowed hard, licking his lips.

"I don't want to cum yet," he said, his voice catching.

I nodded, understanding, and smiled. 

David reached down and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up into his arms. I laid against him, breast to breast. His hands moved to cup my face and he kissed me hard. It was intense—I made no mistake in guessing that he was completely hungry for me. 

I molded my body into his as he sucked hard upon my tongue. We shared his taste. His heartbeat pounded against my chest.

Quickly he rolled me onto my back and his lips moved to my neck as I arched against him. His teeth bit into my flesh and it was my turn to twist impatiently under his body, the fire flaming a flushed path from the wetness between my legs and upwards across my breasts.

His mouth moved lower, landing on my left nipple and sucking hungrily on the jutting marble until I thought he would actually draw life from my breast. I threw a leg over his hip and moved my body along his. His attention shifted to the other breast, first nipping at the fleshy bottom before settling on its tight little point.

"Dammit, David," I gasped. I looked down in time to catch a sly smile before his tongue slipped lower. He licked my quivering belly with long flat strokes. My legs twitched along the sides of his body as I felt the warm fluid trickle from my wanton pussy.


David ran his hands over my breasts, flicking at my nipples before catching them between his fingertips and pinching hard. A shock rippled through my body and I cried out, more from the rush of want than from any pain. He released them, and kissed my tummy once more before he sat up and began to undo my jeans.

I watched him this time, every so often meeting his gaze in quiet anticipation. David made short work of removing my hiking boots and socks before he began to pull down my jeans. I lifted my hips and was laid naked before him. I refrained from squirming as he studied my body, running his eyes over each slight curve. His fingers barely brushed over the top of my pubic line. I could feel my lower lip tremble.

With knowing hands, David pressed the insides of my thighs, gently forcing my legs apart. I closed my eyes, a bit unnerved at being so exposed to him, feeling the rush of heat spread across my body. 

He stroked the hot slit of my pussy, not yet touching inside me. I supposed fair was fair and it was his turn to tease me. Of course I'm not the patient type. 

I whimpered, quietly whispering 'please'. His finger pressed between the slick lips, gliding up and down, spreading the wetness over the soft curls guarding my tender opening. 

David pushed one large finger inside me, fingering me slowly in and out. Then he added a second finger and I tensed for a moment as he gave me a moment to adjust. His fingers vee'd inside me and I gasped and opened my eyes. 

He wasn't watching his hand's work, but instead watching the reaction on my face. I stared unashamed into his eyes as he resumed finger-fucking me. With his other hand, he searched for the shiny pearl of my clit. His thumb rested softly on the hood and he rubbed there with deliberate, delicate strokes. I sucked in a breath as the liquid heat radiated out from between my legs. His other hand continued its slow finger-fuck. The juice leaked from my pussy and coated the insides of my thighs. 

David had managed to whip my body up into a sexual frenzy. My hips bucked up, matching each motion of his fingers as they played with my tender parts. Finally, he pulled his hand out of my twitching body. He held up his hand, a sticky wetness glazing his fingers. I watched as he licked them, sucking each finger, tasting me. 

I held my breath as he reached again between my legs, his fingers digging inside me, twisting until they were slathered with my juice. He tilted his head to the side, reached up and rubbed my mouth, spreading my taste across my lips. I licked at his fingers.

David lunged forward, startling me as his mouth smashed against my lips. His kiss this time was rough, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him just as hard. He pulled back abruptly. Quickly he kicked off his sneakers, followed by socks, boxers, and khakis. 

Amidst a spinning head, I remembered the condoms I had brought, but before I could mention them, David had dug out one from his pants pocket. Throwing the wrapper to the side, he quickly rolled on the condom before pouncing on me again. I looked deep into his sparkling eyes and saw a joyful passion that I knew had always existed just below the surface. I smiled up at him. He grinned back. The intensity was still there, but now it was tempered by a mutual playfulness. 

However, there was one item that had to be addressed.

"David?"

"Yes?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Not to take away from the moment, but," I hesitated, clearing my throat. "Go slow at first."

He chuckled softly before kissing me again. His knees forced my thighs wide and I felt the huge head of his cock nestle between the lips of my pussy. He began to push slowly, easing his length inside me, each time a half an inch further as his tongue stroked languidly inside my mouth.

As he drove into me, picking up his tempo, I felt the walls inside stretching to accommodate his girth. At first it hurt, that sharp pain that precedes a growing pleasure, but eventually I started to open to him. His cock flexed inside me. His hands again held my face as he filled my body.

I began to meet each thrust. I wrapped my legs around his hips, desperately trying to hook my ankles together as I drew him in deep. He fucked me at a slow sure pace, his fingers tangling in my hair. My body arched under his, our sexes grinding against one another. He drove into me, long and powerfully, each push eliciting a tiny moan from the back of my throat. 

I had barely caught my breath when he pulled from my body, the wet sound of his cock sliding from me replaced by his whisper to roll over.

I complied, turning and raising my ass up as he gripped my hips. I felt him position his cock before he suddenly slammed into my yielding pussy.

I yelped, my cry filling the morning woods. David began to ride me hard, sinking his thick pulsing prick into my body. 

All the tenderness was gone. David fucked me harder, but he still used that same slow rhythm, each plunge driving me forward as I pressed the Earth under my palms, pushing myself back onto his cock. I could hear his grunts punctuating each forward thrust—unh! unh! unh! We were two animals mating hard and furious in the forest. I could feel my pussy constrict around his pole, my orgasm beginning to rise. 

Pulling my body up into his arms, my back against his chest, he held me close, his right arm under my breasts. His other hand cupped my chin, twisting my head back to kiss him. Our tongues fought—we bit each other's mouths. I pulled my lips away, turning my head. My hands reached back and I grabbed his hips, digging my fingernails into his skin.

"Your cunt is so fucking tight," he growled into my ear. I shuddered against him.

Thrusting even harder, his breathing turned to gasps. His hand moved to my breast, squeezing the flesh. David moaned my name and I shook uncontrolled, as the first overwhelming wave of my orgasm rushed through me, contorting my body as I bucked my ass hard against him. I cried out as each new wave was accompanied by a flood of cum, coating his condom-covered cock. 

David suddenly drove deep, stretching the limits of my sex as the orgasm roared out of his body, his cum rushing out in thick streams filling the rubber. His breathing was raspy in my ear. His hips spasmed once, twice, then a third time. Our bodies slumped together as I collapsed back against his sweaty chest.

Panting, David continued to whisper my name, rubbing his face in my hair. Slowly, he pulled back, his thick cock sliding from my body as he laid me down on the blanket. He stretched out beside me and pulled me into the crook of his arm. We didn't need to say anything then. His fingers absently played with my hair and occasionally he'd kiss the top of my head tenderly.

Satisfaction. For a moment, we could pretend we were the people we wished we could be.

Soon it was time to return to our lives. We dressed slowly, watching each other carefully. Our relationship had moved to the most intimate level. And it was alright. Even though we made no promises to each other, we could, we knew, be occasional lovers. It was left unsaid, but understood that when we needed that break from our everyday responsibilities, and desired to escape the reality that was our lives, we could seek out one another and revisit that magical spot we created that day in the woods.