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June 28 A Daughter of the Revolution: Part 3
Abby and Alec see combat together.In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

"Up with you, soldier!" Rose demanded. "It's time we got you some new duds."

The two women dragged out George's old clothes and their sewing kits, then pulled Alec's towel from his hips and tortured him endlessly while measuring his limbs and torso. When they were satisfied, they commenced to modifying the shirts and trousers to fit him better. Abby started dinner and while she was at the cookstove, Alec talked her out of a clean pot, then winking at her went out to milk the cow and design a corral.

Immediately, Rose and June descended and plied her with questions.

"So, did you two fuck?" Rose asked.

"Yes, we made love and slept together," Abby said demurely.

"I say you fucked. How could you not? What a beast he is!" June swooned and threw a hand to her forehead theatrically, while Rose giggled helplessly.

"Was he huge and thick? Did he hurt you terribly?" Rose asked curiously, while her face and upper breasts flushed red with arousal as she pictured Alec driving in her friend. Finally, Abby broke down and giggled along with her friends. She found that discussing her love life with her friends was turning out to be quite exciting.

"Oh, you have no idea! I thought I'd never get him in me. I had to have him do it for me. It hurt like hell but it was also amazing. I came a few times and he blasted everywhere. Then he went down until I thought I'd explode. He's getting very good at that now," she enthused.

For quite awhile as she cooked dinner, Abby went on and on about her experience with Alec, and both her friends grew excited while their little pussies wept in their undergarments as they imagined themselves in Abby's place. Rose's curiosity about one particular thing finally got the best of her and she had to ask.

"Have you decided if you'll share Alec with us? We've been on pins and needles wondering."

"Alec and I have talked and we've decided to do it," Abby replied. June broke in and let out a little yelp of joy and wriggled her ass and tits wildly in her seat while Rose hugged her excitedly.

Abby continued, "I do have a rule or two though. In the beginning, I want to be with both of you and Alec when you're in bed, I don't think I can handle being away and wondering what's going on. Next, I want to sleep with him every night. Both of you can as well, but I will absolutely be there with him," she finished firmly.

"Fair enough, we'll do as you ask without question," Rose said resolutely. She knew what she was asking of Abby, and was still concerned if she was truly okay with it. She gathered Abby in her arms and hugged her gently.

"If you ever change your mind or have some hard feelings, please tell us immediately, don't let it fester up inside you. We love you and care deeply for you and couldn't bear to have you angry with us," Rose whispered in her ear.

Abby kissed her cheek and pulled June in close to buss her as well.

"You two are my best friends ever," Abby sniffled. "There's one more thing though. I'm taking Alec hunting redcoats tomorrow. He doesn't know it yet but that's my plan. I'm uncomfortable with sitting around here so long and I need to get out and look around."

The girls nodded in agreement. They knew how seriously Abby took their predicament concerning the enemy and they relied on her to keep them safe.

"You'll be extra safe, please?" June asked plaintively.

"Of course, dear June. I not only need to look around but I want to see how Alex handles himself. I know he's a soldier, but our way of fighting is nothing like he's been exposed to. I hate to manipulate him, but it's for our greater good to find out how capable he is."

"I hadn't thought of that, but it makes perfect sense," Rose said. "You sure pack a lot smarts in that beautiful blonde head of yours."

Abby blushed and shook her head. "I don't think so, I just try to do what my Papa would do in this situation." June hugged her close, then the three got quiet and misty eyed for a few moments while they thought of their lost relatives.

Alec chose that moment to walk in the door with a pot full of frothy milk. Abby sprang up to take it from him and she poured it in a glass jar, then June went to the nearby creek and fetched some cold water to put it in so it would keep longer.

While Abby finished dinner, Rose and June fitted Alec with a pair of trousers they'd modified while they'd been chatting with Abby.

He patiently stood while they joined gussets of fabric from another pair to allow room for his muscular thighs and firm ass. They giggled when he stepped in them and they tacked the panels together with stitches.

His burgeoning shaft left quite an impression in the material as it hung down his thigh, much to their delight. He started in surprise when Rose ran a soft thumb over the ridge of his tool and she shivered in pleasure when it jerked in response to her touch. He looked down at her and she gave him a sultry wink while she gazed up at him from her position on her knees. She knew he was picturing his cock in her mouth and she licked her lips slowly while he stared down in wonder.

June wasn't to be outdone and she knelt beside him, then daintily stitched an inseam while her soft hand caressed him gently. He let out a soft groan when Abby slid behind him and wrapped her warm arms around his bare torso. She trailed her fingers over his hard pectorals and teased his nipples until he was nearly squirming.

"Agh! You ladies are killing me!" he managed to say, while they giggled softly.

Abby slapped his ass playfully and announced that dinner was ready. Reluctantly, the two seamstresses got to their feet and together the group sat down for dinner. Abby hated to rain on their party but her urge to get out and recon the area won out.

"Alec, would you like to go hunting tomorrow? You can shoot father's rifle in the morning to see where it hits for you, then we can take off for a day or two. What do ya think?"

"Absolutely, I'm ready to go do something. My back is much better and I'd love to go for a ride with you," he responded immediately. She kissed him and rubbed his meaty shoulder.

"Wonderful, I was hoping you'd say that. I think that after dinner we should get some sleep. I'd like to head out early."

He nodded happily, not noticing the crestfallen looks on the other two women's faces. They'd been hoping for a night of fun with him, but they understood Abby's reasons to go active again. These last few days were the longest she'd gone without pursuing her war against the British and she was ready for some action.

Alec finished up and went outside to take a piss, so Abby used the time to thank her friends for understanding.

"I don't mind, really. I've been so long without a man that I can wait a few more days," June said while kissing Abby's cheek.

"Me too," Rose admitted with a long face, then broke out with a huge smile. "June and I will just stay here alone and dream up naughty things to do with Alec when y'all return."

"As long as those things include me, I hope so," Abby said with a smile.

Abby plied Alec with drink until he had a bit of a glow on, then took him to bed. She laid on her side and tucked his face between her warm breasts. In no time he was breathing quietly and dropped off to a deep sleep. June and Rose leaned over him and gently kissed his head, then kissed Abby goodnight and retired to the table where they worked long into the night to hand sew Alec's new wardrobe.

The next morning, the smell of Abby cooking a hot breakfast awoke the cabin. As dawn was just breaking, Alec went out and fired the 50 caliber rifle a few times and got comfortable with the sights and impact of the bullets. Abby continued to cook while paying close attention to the time it took him to reload. He seemed to be quite adequate at it and she peered out to see how well he was hitting his targets, pleasantly surprised to see he'd done quite well considering the rifle was completely new to him.

After breakfast, Abby began to pack her stuff for a 2-3 day adventure and she paid close attention to what he considered essential gear. They worked well together and she was more than happy to saddle the horses and set off.

She led him to one of her favorite ambush locations that she didn't use often but it yielded consistent kills for her. Traffic was generally light with small groups of 2-3 soldiers that she could handle herself using her two rifles. More often than not she'd kill a couple redcoats then the third would hide in the ditch or run into the trees where she'd take him at her convenience. She'd never let one escape yet and hoped not to. She didn't want her sex or identity made known to the officers in command.

When they were getting close to the road she slid off her horse and Alec followed her lead. She tied her mount to a tree about 50 yards from the road and motioned him to do the same.

"It seems we're hunting for a little more than deer or turkey today," he whispered in her ear.

"I'm up for it if you are, but we don't have to," she replied quietly.

He grinned happily and threw an arm around her shoulder.

"You're damn right. I have a score to settle with those bastards."

"Let me tell you how I set up an ambush and you can tell me what you think."

She knelt down and he watched her deft hands pluck a twig and draw a rough diagram of her intentions in the dirt. He was impressed by how aware she was of their immediate surroundings and the thoroughness of her escape plan if things went wrong. Her greatest fear was being captured and she always erred on the side of caution when she could. Her rescue of him was her most dangerous combat action to date and she had no intention of repeating that level of risk any time soon.

She assigned him the responsibility of shooting the first redcoat, and she'd take the second and third if there were three in a group. She watched him while she gave him orders and didn't detect a hint of hesitation or superiority from his sharp grey eyes. She was more than pleased with him so far and gave him a quick kiss as a reward.

She put their plan in action by motioning him forward. She approached the road carefully taking nearly 30 minutes to move just 40 yards closer. She kept her head on a swivel and her sharp eyes swept the area constantly for danger. One time she'd sashayed up to a road while full of confidence and nearly tripped over a redcoat who had dropped his trousers and squatted to relieve himself in the trees. He'd fallen over in surprise and was scrambling for his rifle when she recovered herself quickly and spitted him through the heart with her rapier. It'd been a close thing and a lesson hard learned for her.

She got them settled in and they stayed silent for nearly two hours, waiting for a potential target. Her ears perked up when she heard a faint nickering of a horse. Her ambush location allowed a view of nearly 100 yards in both directions which allowed her to ensure there weren't two parties approaching her at once, which would definitely be a high risk situation, one that would have her hightailing out of there in no time.

Soon enough, two redcoats made an appearance to their left. Both were mounted and cradling their muskets in their arms. Abby got as low as she could in a prone position and Alec followed suit right beside her.

They waited until the soldiers were a mere 20 yards away when Abby breathed, "Now."

Thunder rolled and smoke filled the air. Abby scrambled to her feet and ran out of the smoke while drawing her sword. She quickly saw there was no need for it as both men were on the ground. Alec was immediately at her side and caught up the reins of the two redcoat mounts. She glanced at Alec's victim to see a bloody hole between his surprised, staring eyes.

"Well done, sweetheart," she said in an approving tone. He watched her in admiration when she knelt at each body and quickly searched them for valuables and any documents they might be carrying. It was obvious she'd done this many times, and it fascinated him. She found several silver coins and a few maps that were in a leather wrapped cylinder. One man had a beautiful dagger that she liberated, then handed it to Alec with a happy smile.

"What do we do with the horses?" he asked.

She noticed he was admiring the larger of the two, one that he seemed to be enamored with.

"We'll take that one with us if you'd like. I'd say you earned him today," she said lightly, then sobered up quickly.

"We need to get out of here soon. Help me drag these bastards off the road."

She pulled a small rope from her possibles bag, then wrapped one end around the saddle horn of Alec's new mount and the other end around a dead soldier's ankles. She dragged him several yards in the trees then repeated her actions with the second man. It only took a few minutes from the crack of the first shot until the hunters faded back from the road, a bit more than it usually took but she was satisfied.

A few minutes later she stopped Alec and told him her intentions. His eyes widened and before he could protest she chopped the throat from the fourth horse with her razor sharp dagger. He reared up, splattering her face and chest with hot blood while she held his reins tightly until he gushed his life out on the forest floor and fell over dead.

She smiled happily at Alec with a blood smeared face and soaked bosom, only to see him looking at her in surprise. She was truly in her element and he was shocked to his military core. She could take a life easier than anyone he'd ever known and seemed to revel in it. For some reason it seemed especially bad that it was a horse she'd killed so casually, and he wondered why that was so. The redcoats they'd killed on the road hadn't affected him at all. She saw him wrestling with his emotions and quickly explained her actions.

"We can't support any more livestock, especially with our new cattle, and I refuse to set this thing free and have another soldier use him in the war."

"But, it was a fine horse! We could've used him!" he lamented.

Dallying for so long near the road was irritating her, so without a word, she mounted up and nudged her horse forward while leading his new one. Alec followed her quietly and voiced no further protest, all the while wondering what kind of woman he'd fallen in love with.

That evening they camped deep in the forest near one of her favorite places. There was a quiet stream that fed a small lake containing lots of fish, and in no time she had a few flopping on the bank thanks to her proficient fishing skills. Alec shook his head in wonder at her skills and gutted them as fast as she could catch them. She was grinning happily and chatting with him like nothing had happened that day which caused him a bit of angst.

He was used to formations and marching, a regimented life with rules and regulations while she simply did what needed to be done, swiftly and efficiently.

He impaled their dinner on a couple sticks and propped them over the coals of the small fire while she pulled a few carrots from her bag for them to gnaw on while they waited for the fish to cook. She caught him looking at her sideways and she knew he had something on his mind. She picked up her sheathed sword and slapped his thigh to get his attention.

"If you wanna hang with me, mister, you better grow some thicker skin," she said teasingly, but he detected a bit of steel in her voice.

"I know I operate differently than the army but I know what I'm doing. We three girls have survived over six months out here on our own and we've been quite successful, and I'm not changing anything. If a girl wants to survive in a man's world she needs to be ruthless and cruel, and I've discovered I'm damn good at it," she said confidently.

She stared into his grey eyes with her beautiful blue ones until he blinked, then slid into his lap and gave him her soft lips, kissing him until his toes curled.

"You did good," she murmured in his ear. "I'll make a fighter out of you yet!"

"So, little lady. Were you testing me today? Maybe checking out how well I handle myself?"

She giggled and pulled a fish from her stick, wincing as it burned her hands when she pulled it apart and fed him with blood caked fingers.

"Oh, a little bit I reckon. A girl needs to know what her man's made of."

He shook his head and chuckled to himself, then smiled ruefully. She was quite a handful and he was beginning to realize he'd better step up his game, pronto.

"And what am I made of?" he queried teasingly.

"Mmm, sugar and spice and especially this," she murmured quietly, and ran a small hand up his thigh to caress the thick bulge that she'd been admiring all day.

She teased him while she fed them until their bellies were full of fresh fish, then she took his hand and tugged him to the lake where she slowly stripped them both naked. Using some homemade soap, they washed the blood and dirt from each other in the cool water before running back to camp to dry off by the fire.

Alec spread a blanket out and sat her down. Kneeling behind her, he rubbed the tight muscles of her neck and shoulders until she sighed in pleasure. For some odd reason he flashed back to his childhood and recalled how his father would set his mother in her rocking chair and kneel before her to knead the soreness from her feet after a long day of work.

He laid Abby on her back and pulled her feet into his lap while his strong thumbs firmly moved up and down her insteps as she groaned aloud.

"No one's ever done that for me," she murmured happily. He smiled to himself and continued on for nearly half an hour until her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep. He gently covered her, then cleaned up camp and tended to the horses while she dozed.

Night was falling, so he double checked the horse's hobbles and sat down by the fire, staring into the red coals and thinking of the day’s events. He started violently when two lithe arms slid around his neck and Abby settled her warm, firm breasts into his back. She kissed his ear and giggled when he shivered as a trail of goosebumps spread across his broad chest.

"Gotcha, your dead, Mister," she teased.

"Damn it, you scared the hell outta me. You're so quiet!"

"And you're so big and warm, I bet you taste good too, lover."

She slid a hand down and cupped his balls in a tiny palm, kneading him tenderly while he moaned his approval.

"Will you take me to bed, please?" she asked, and kissed his neck wetly.

Without a word he stood, gathered her in his arms and walked her to their nest of blankets. He laid her down and smothered her face and breasts in hot kisses. He took his time, arousing her pink nipples to stiff, sensitive peaks and french kissing her until she gasped for air. He stiffened when she unconsciously dug her nails in his back, causing a particularly deep wound to reopen and a trickle of blood ran down his side. She felt it in her palm and flew up in alarm.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I've hurt you!"

It didn't bother him much as his mind was firmly fixed on other things, but he could tell she was upset.

"I'm fine, lover. Truly," he told her gently. He watched, surprised when her eyes misted over and a tear ran down her cheek. His little killer did have a soft side, he thought to himself. She hugged him close, petted his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips. She rocked him and he heard little sniffles coming from the hollow of his shoulder.

"I was riding you a bit today about being tough, then I go and wound you some more. I'm so sorry, sweetheart," she murmured regretfully. She held him close for awhile until he needed to move. He was tiring from holding his weight off of her. Besides that, he reasoned, he wanted to bury his face in her, something he'd been dreaming about all day.

He gently freed himself from her tangled limbs and slid down her slim body to nestle between her thighs. She gasped and fisted her hands in his long wavy hair.

He took his time from top to bottom, loving how she voiced her approval to maximize her pleasure.

After several minutes she started rocking her hips and her moans turned to cr
1 hr 6 min
June 27 A Daughter of the Revolution: Part 2
Abby rescues a Continental soldier.In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Just before dawn when the sun was trying to rise, her new companion awoke, retching and coughing beneath his hood. Shit! She'd forgotten about that in her hurry to leave! She quickly ripped the hood off and turned his head so he wouldn't choke to death on his vomit. She poured water from her canteen over his face and wiped him clean while he coughed and gagged until his breathing returned to normal. He turned his head to face her and she felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Piercing grey eyes met her beautiful blue ones as she took in his beaten and bruised countenance. She'd never seen a more handsome man in her life! She couldn't stop her hand from brushing his dark curls from his face and she felt an overwhelming desire to kiss him.

"Hello, Angel," he said in a parched voice. "Water, please," he croaked. She quickly put a small hand under his head and raised him to drink. He drank deeply until she pulled away.

"Easy there. Not too much or you'll get sick again." He sighed and she laid his head back. She didn't know what to say to him, she was absolutely tongue tied, even covered in filth and vomit he stole the heart from her chest.

"What's your name, Angel?" he managed as he lay with his eyes closed.

"Abigail, my friends call me Abby," she stuttered awkwardly.

"I'm Alexander, my friends call me Alec. As my rescuer, you may call me anything you like," he quipped with a wry smile.

"I shall think on it, for now I shall call you Heavy, because you were extremely difficult to drag here," she said merrily, finally finding her voice. He groaned and painfully shifted his bulk.

"My arms are killing me, laying on them for so long is hard to do," he said painfully.

"I'm so sorry, we had to leave quickly and get away from the road. I haven't had time to attend to you," she apologized.

"Don't worry yourself. I'm just thankful my guardian angel rescued me," he said softly while looking up at her. She felt herself falling into his gorgeous eyes, then caught herself. She busied her hands by freeing him from the travois and sitting him up. His arms and hands were blue from bad circulation and his wrists torn and bloodied from the manacles. His thigh was caked with dried blood from his stab wound but appeared to have stopped bleeding. Bravely, she straddled his legs and sat in his lap to attend to his face. She swabbed it with a wet rag and gave him more to drink.

She noticed his eyes wandering down to her cleavage and she felt a trickle of desire, knowing that he was finding her attractive. When he was as clean as she could get him, she fed him some hardtack and dried meat along with plenty of water.

"I'm sorry, I have nothing to remove your manacles. If I can take you to my camp I have a hammer and chisel and I can get those things off of you," she volunteered.

"That would be wonderful, is it far from here?"

"If you can ride, a day. If I drag you, a couple days."

"I'll ride. Bouncing along on those boards was horrible."

"Can you try now? We really should be going. I apologize but it'll be a rough go for you," she said gently.

"Abby, doing anything with you will be far more pleasant than my former situation."

She smiled to herself. She was really growing to like him. It was her first compliment from a man other than her father and she liked it.

After a minor battle of strength, she got him to his feet and next to her horse. He'd just lodged his foot in a stirrup when he paused.

"Um, Abby? It appears I must relieve myself. All that water has run right through me."

She looked at him and waited, then realized he couldn't help himself with his arms manacled behind him.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I need your help," he said while blushing deeply.

"Um, okay. Do you mind?"

"Of course. Please hurry though."

She crouched down and undid his belt and buttons. Recalling how she'd washed her Uncle when he was wounded, she bravely reached in to pull his cock out. She and Alec both gasped when her small hand met hot flesh. She took hold of him, shocked that her fingers didn't even come close to spanning his width. She slowly dragged him free and pointed his cock at the ground. With a ragged groan he cut loose with a mighty stream of urine that spattered in the dirt. She looked down and marveled at the sight of his huge member in her tiny fist. Glancing up at him she noticed his brilliant eyes were locked on her little hand wrapped around him. She felt a bit of jealousy because this hose can be pointed at will, and she imagined fun games she would play, targeting ants and other bugs with a fine hose like his. “Damn! All I get to do is squat and try to limit the splatter on my feet.” Then she realized he hear her say that, aloud. She felt her own face flame hot and he groaned again as his stream slowed to a stop.

"Done. Thank you, my Angel," he said softly, meeting her eye. "Your first time?" he asked with a mischievous wink. She giggled out loud.

"Indeed. Did I do good?"

"Yes, but you're not quite done. You must always do the shake."

"The shake?"

"The shake. One must always shake before putting oneself away," he said, fighting an embarrassed grin.

While he spoke, she became aware that he was growing quickly in her hand. Alarmed, she looked down to see him rising and lengthening in her fingers. She gently wriggled his cock and raised a curious eyebrow when a drop of urine fell to the ground.

"See? Always shake," he laughed. Her face red as a beet, she awkwardly stuffed his formidable cock back in his trousers and then hastily buttoned him up.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I tease to cover my own embarrassment. It was my first time as well."

"That's okay," she murmured. "We may as well get used to it. We've a long ride home."

She fought and struggled to get him on her mount, eventually using her strong hands to cup his firm ass and boost him up. A job she thoroughly enjoyed because she didn't have to look at his handsome face and become even more embarrassed. She marveled at how his strong muscles rippled under his uniform trousers. When he was seated, she nimbly hopped up behind him and nudged her horse forward to begin the difficult journey home.

She was sorry his hands were shackled but she loved how they felt brushing against her flat tummy as they rode. Her arms surrounded his lean waist as she guided their mount through the forest and her thoughts were heated when she imagined what he would look like, naked and making love to her. She shifted uncomfortably as her pussy soaked her undergarments while she fantasized about her new companion.

Suddenly, he shivered and swayed in the saddle and she instinctively tightened her arms around him.

"Alec? Alec?" She cried in alarm.

"I'm okay, I think, just cold," he moaned.

She rapidly felt his forehead. He was burning with fever! She gripped him closer and increased their pace. If she couldn't get him home before he passed out they'd be in real trouble! Throwing caution to the wind, she took a direct route to the closest road and then went as fast as she could while managing to keep him upright. It seemed like an eternity but she finally saw a whisper of smoke from their cabin chimney and as they drew near she shouted for Rose and June.

As it happened to be Sunday, the two beauties that ran from the cabin were freshly bathed and wearing dresses. Without a word they tried to catch Alec when he fell but his big body knocked them to the ground.

"He's burning up!" Abby cried. "Let's get him inside."

The three women tugged and pulled until they got him on the cabin floor. Abby quickly took charge.

"We need to strip him and cool him down. June, get some cold water from the creek. Rose, help me cut his clothing away."

Scraps of his uniform fell to the floor while June trickled cold water over his burning body. Abby ran for a small anvil along with a hammer and chisel. When they rolled him to his side get to his manacles the three gasped in horror. His back had been brutally whipped. Flayed skin hung in tattered strips and his wounds were seeping blood and other body fluids. Abby's eyes filled with hot tears when she realized how rudely she'd manhandled him to get him home and he hadn't complained for a minute, even when she'd been sneakily rubbing her breasts on his broad back during their journey.

She quickly struck his shackles off, then they nearly exhausted themselves getting his bulk up on the bed. While they cleaned and bandaged his many wounds he woke up for a short while and they managed to get more water in him before he passed out again. June and Rose began washing his tall frame while Abby went to tend her horse and stow her gear. When she returned the two women were whispering about their new companion.

"Can we keep him?" Rose asked, not so innocently.

"We must tend him back to health, it could take quite a while!" June exclaimed somewhat excitedly. Abby smiled tiredly at the two.

"Well, that answers my question as to if we'll welcome him in our camp," she said.

"Well of course!" Rose and June said together. They ran their damp cloths over his lean body, using their other hands to stroke and caress him while Abby watched in some jealousy.

"June, can you please start dinner?" Abby asked politely. Both June and Rose picked up on Abby's tone of voice and noted that her gaze hadn't left Alec's limp frame. With a knowing glance at each other they communicated that Alec belonged to Abby, at least for now.

Abby caught the look and tempered herself.

"Rose, can you help me finish getting him comfortable?"

The two cleaned him thoroughly while Abby related the story of the previous two days. When it came to cleaning his groin, Abby firmly took over and gently wiped his thick cock down, then lifted his heavy sack to clean between his cheeks. Rose watched enviously, wishing it were her babying him. He soon grew longer in Abby's small hand and she petted him gently, torn by concern for his wounds and the rapidly building wetness between her thighs.

"Abby," Rose whispered in awe. "He's more than two hands width long and your fingers don't come close to reaching around it. He's bigger than old Isaac! Certainly when he's fully hard he'll be a beast!"

"Hush, Rose! He'll hear you!" Abby whispered, then giggled aloud.

"I had to hold him while he peed on the ground. It was so embarrassing but terribly fun as well!"

"No! Oh, you lucky girl!" Rose enthused.

While the two whispered together and finished up, June served a hot supper of venison stew and rice. The wonderful odor seemed to bring Alec around and Abby managed to sit him up to feed him a few bites. For the first time he acknowledged that he was surrounded by beautiful women and he was more than embarrassed. Abby had noticed and covered him with a sheet up to his waist. He politely introduced himself to Rose and June and they colored a deep red, giggling behind their hands. He had no idea of the effect he was having on the sex starved females. As the warm food hit his belly he swiftly grew drowsy and struggled to keep his eyes open so Abby slid him down to his back and lay next to him. He sighed deeply and fell into a deep sleep. Rose and June started cleaning the dinner utensils and before they were done, both Abby and Alec were snoring gently.

June looked at the couple wistfully. "They look so beautiful together," she whispered to Rose, who kissed her gently. "We can only be happy for Abby. She positively glows when she looks at him."

The two girls banked the fire, blew out candles, and followed the couple to sleep.
Abby and Alec are intimate while the girls plot a threesome.
Chapter 4

Abby awoke in the night to a strange sensation. Alec had rolled to his side and his breath was stirring her hair. She gently touched his forehead to find that he was still warm but his fever seemed to be abating. She was getting warm herself so she carefully got up without disturbing him and removed her clothes. She slid back in beside him and laying on her side, nestled his head between her naked breasts. She shivered when his warm breath tightened her nipples and gave her goosebumps on her firm tits. He groaned and snuggled in closer while she smiled happily to herself, then she slowly drifted off to sleep.

In the wee hours of the morning Alec moaned loudly, waking Abby from a deep sleep. He was laying on his back and soaked in sweat. Hurriedly, she flipped the sheet off to cool him and in the predawn light saw an amazing sight. His arms were stiff at his sides and he was thrusting his hips in the air repeatedly while calling out her name. She gasped when she saw his pulsating cock. It was hard as steel and easily 10 inches long, thicker than her wrist and topped with a swollen head that defied belief.

Rose awoke from his calls and tumbled out of bed to hurry to his side.

"Help him, Abby, before he hurts himself!" she whispered fiercely. His face was a rictus of passion and his eyes were tightly shut as he writhed, locked in a fever dream of lust.

"How, Rose? How do I do it?" Abby begged her.

Rose took his thick shaft in her small hand and worked his length skillfully. He groaned louder and rammed his hips high, straining upwards while his face grew red and he held his breath while he reached for his orgasm.

"He's close, Abby. Here!" Rose released him and put Abby's hands on him. Awkwardly, she knelt and stroked him rapidly and his breath exploded from his lungs as he released massive gouts of hot cum that spattered him from rigid abs to collarbone. Abby cried out in surprise at the fountain of cum that sprang from his cock. He heaved and twisted while she hung on for dear life. Her tight fists stroked him from his large balls to his hugely swollen head, and Rose exclaimed in wonder when he bathed himself in ropes of cum that seemed to never end.

"My word, what an absolute cannon!" Rose whispered in a hoarse voice as his hips slowly lowered to the bed and his arms relaxed at his sides.

"Oh Abby," he groaned in delirium.

"Hush now, sweet Alec," she whispered, while stroking his still swollen cock in hands slick with cum. While his breathing calmed, Rose volunteered some advice.

"He's had what they call a wet dream. It happens to a man if he hasn't came for a long time. It was probably brought on by his fever dreams. Now what you need to do is milk him dry. Work his shaft from his balls up to the head and squeeze the cum out of him."

Abby awkwardly attempted to do what she was instructed but Rose lost patience.

"May I? she offered.

Abby reluctantly handed him off to Rose who was more than delighted. She skillfully worked his shaft, using her thumbs to work from the base of his shaft up to his swollen head until hot cum poured from the end and onto his belly. Abby gasped at the sheer volume that Rose produced from her ministrations. She remembered how Rose had licked the end of Williams cock and bravely leaned down over him. She covered Rose's hand with hers to still her movement, then licked a thick wad of cum from his dripping head. She rolled it in her mouth and then swallowed it down. It wasn't unpleasant at all she decided.

"Suck him," Rose said huskily.

Abby looked up at her and was startled to see the look on Rose's face. Her face and upper breasts were flushed red and her eyes were hot as she stared down at Alec's cock.

Abby tentatively opened her mouth and tried to fit him in. She had to work at it but he finally popped inside. She did as Rose instructed and sucked on him hard. She was rewarded with a taste that she knew she'd never forget. Hot and sweet, he filled her senses and she shivered as her pussy flooded with juice. She drew a ragged groan from him, then he relaxed completely into unconsciousness.

Reluctantly, she released him and gently lowered his spent shaft to hang between his muscular thighs. She slowly shook her head and looked down at her man. He was covered in a light sweat and cum ran in rivulets off his chest and belly to stain the sheets.

"I can hardly believe what we just saw!" Rose exclaimed. "I've never seen a man cum so much in my life, and I've never seen a cock like his either, amazing!"

Just then June woke up. "What's going on? What are you two up to?" She stood and walked over, then covered her mouth and cried out in surprise when she saw Alec's condition. "My word! What did you two do to him?" she asked shakily.

Abby quickly explained and June burst out giggling.

"I wish I could've seen that. I'd love to take that load in my mouth. He looks wonderfully tasty!"

"June! How naughty!" Abby scolded, but she couldn't help laughing.

"Quick, help me clean him before he awakes. How embarrassing that would be!"

Alec awoke before lunchtime and Abby sat next to him to check his fever. It appeared to have broken and his color looked much better.

"How do you feel, honey?" she asked.

"Much better. Thank you, Angel."

She decided she liked her new name and told him so.

"Well, you are an angel. My guardian angel, so beautiful and sweet," he said while he gave her his gorgeous grey eyes.

She felt her heart melt and tears gather in her own. Impulsively, she leaned down and gently kissed his lips, then gave him a joyful smile.

"I'm so happy you're feeling better. Are you hungry?"

She put bath water on to heat then fed him a light meal. Rose and June were tending the garden so she took it on herself to bathe him. He protested when she stripped him down but she'd have none of it. She removed all his bandages then got him in the tub. He sighed in relief and murmured his approval as the heat soaked into his bones.

She gently washed his battered body, taking special care with his tortured back, then bent him forward and scrubbed his hair and scalp while he voiced his pleasure. Never had he felt such a sensation of being cared for by a beautiful woman.

When she was finished, he leaned back in the tub and winced in pain as the rough wood scraped his raw wounds. Standing up, Abby dropped her clothing from her body and pushed him forward, then sat in the tub behind him. She gently pulled him back against her chest and wrapped her legs around his lean waist. She hummed a lullaby in his ear and caressed his wide shoulders until he nodded off to a light sleep, and she herself dozed off in just a few minutes.

The creaking door woke her and she looked over as Rose and June quietly came in from their labors, their eyes widening when they saw the couple in the tub. Alec awoke as well and when he saw the girls, flailed around for something to cover himself.

"Don't worry there, sweetie," Rose giggled. "You've got nothing we haven't seen before."

He blushed furiously, which Abby thought was quite cute.

"I was afraid of that," he said. "I seem to remember you three cleaning me up."

"You remember right. We've seen every inch of you, and there's a lot of inches," Rose said with a wink.

"Rose Marie!" Abby scolded, then burst out giggling helplessly and June joined in as well. "I'm sorry, honey," Abby whispered in his ear. "We just couldn't resist. You're so handsome and sexy, no girl would turn down the opportunity to check you out."

She slid her arms under his and hugged him tightly. She saw the corner of his mouth quirk and when he began shaking with laughter she knew they were forgiven.

By now the water was cooling and Abby was getting chilled.

"June, may I have a towel please?"

As she'd done so often for several years now it was an ingrained habit, Abby rose from the tub and June began drying her off. Alec watched with wide eyes when Abby let him see her naked for the first time. He caught his breath when he took in her firm breasts, narrow waist, and perfect hips. Her little round ass was exquisitely formed and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it. Little did he know that he was next in line to be spoiled. Abby donned a white blouse and a skirt then picked up a fresh towel.

"Up with you, Sir. Your turn." He looked at all three women who were gazing at him expectantly.
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June 26 A Daughter of the Revolution: Part 1
Abby prepares for war.In 24 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Chapter 1

The sound of ringing steel echoed through the barn along with the gasping of two people laboring for breath. Abigail Durham and her father George sparred with their practice swords, sweating and panting as they danced and dodged each others thrusts. George cried out in surprise when his 18 year old daughter parried his stroke and tapped his forearm with her blade.

"I've finally marked you, Father!" she cried in victory and he smiled at her sheepishly. He was so proud of his beautiful protégée. Abby was his only child and she was the light of his life. Her mother had died three years ago of consumption and he still mourned her daily. Abby had always been a sort of tomboy and eagerly took to learning marksmanship as well as swordsmanship, of which she excelled like no other person he knew except himself. An exceedingly rare thing in the late 1700's for a woman to be interested in to be sure, but he paid it no mind. Since she could walk he'd taken her on hunts with him, along with long trips on the road to visit cities scattered through the colony of Virginia as he conducted his business of growing and marketing tobacco.

The Revolutionary War was closing in on them rapidly and being a man of action and quite well educated, he predicted a long and bloody road in their future. Since his wife had died he'd poured his heart and soul into preparing for the rough days ahead. With Abby's assistance he'd scouted out several small limestone caves within several miles of their plantation and staged provisions in case they were forced to abandon their home and hearth, in Blenheim, which was the heart of central Virginia. The Monticello plantation of Thomas Jefferson was just a day’s ride to the east, But Jefferson had fled to Paris to serve as the U S Ambassador and seek help from the French to assist the Continental Army.

Chief among their treasured items was gunpowder, bullets for their firearms, and foodstuffs such as beans, rice, and smoke preserved meats. They also had clothing, bedding, and various tools they may need for the future scattered throughout their various caches. He'd even gone so far as to draw up detailed maps and demanded Abby commit the locations to memory.

Just before his wife had died, his brother William had moved in with them to help out with the plantation. George saw it as a gift because William's wife, Rose, was quite a bit younger than him and closer to Abby's age than his own. In fact she'd been 21 years old to Abby's 15 at the time. She was quite instrumental in raising Abby into a promising young lady over the last three years. As a result, Abby could be right at home with the highest of the local society, not giving the least impression that she could outshoot and out sword fight any man she might happen upon.

The rumble of far off cannon fire seemed to draw closer every day, increasing George's anxiety for the safety of his family and his beloved workers who labored in his fields. He had learned a great deal of compassion from his wife and as a result treated his slaves far better than most owners. His plantation home was small and modest by the day's standards, simply because he chose to invest in decent housing for his slaves. In fact, the slave cabins were nicer by far than most white folk's homes in the area, garnering some jealousy to say the least. The title "Master" was forbidden to be spoken. He was simply "Mister Durham" to his workers while Abby was referred to as "Missy" and she was beloved by them all.

"Can we go another round?" Abby asked happily, pleased that she'd scored a hit on her father.

"I'd love to dear, but I think I it's nearly dinner time. Go get cleaned up and we'll meet in the dining room."

"Yes, Papa." She kissed him sweetly on his cheek and set off for the house while he watched her departing figure with a worried frown. He wasn't normally a man to harp on his feelings, but deep in his gut he knew bad things were on the not so distant horizon. When Abby reached the house, her quadroon maid, June, had a tub of hot water ready for her.

"Have you been fighting with your Pappy again?" June asked teasingly.

"Yes, we were sparring a bit and I scored a hit on him, my first one!" Abby said excitedly. June clapped her hands joyfully.

"Well done, Missy! I'm sure your Pappy is mighty proud of you. Now strip down little lady and let me scrub you up nice and clean."

Obediently, Abby complied, dropping her trousers and blouse into a heap while June shook her head in disapproval.

"I'll never know why your Pappy lets you dress like that. You should be all dolled up in a pretty dress and making eyes at the local boys out there!" June said in a stern voice, but Abby saw a twinkle in her gaze and she smiled mischievously.

"I can't ride, shoot, and sword fight with a dress on June, you know that, silly lady!"

She lowered herself in the tub, hissing as the hot water burned her little butt cheeks. June watched with a critical eye. Her little ward was growing up quickly. Long wavy blonde hair topped her fine head and flowed down over her pale shoulders nearly to her waist. Her bottom had filled out and her once small breasts were now large and firm, her tight nipples pointed proudly skyward from her small ribcage. She was nearly five foot four inches tall and weighed about 105 pounds soaking wet. Thanks to her relatively new friend, Rose, she'd taken to shaving her legs and armpits, an up and coming trend among ladies and one her father heartily agreed with. He was a firm believer in a lady being a lady, especially when in public. His wife had been a beautiful woman whom he'd been proud to show off on his arm for many years.

June quickly bathed and shaved her with accomplished ease. She took care of Rose as well most evenings, never telling Abby that Rose kept her pubic area shaved clean for her husband. Some things must be kept private, June figured to herself.

After dinner, the men retired to the parlor and asked the girls to join them, which was entirely out of character Abby thought with surprise. Speaking in an authoritative tone, George addressed them.

"War is coming to us all, I hate to say. The British are on their way through here and there's little we can do. Hopefully some local militias can turn the tide but I doubt it. William and I have spoken at length about it and have come to a decision. We will stand and fight when the time comes. We'll lose the slaves whenever they desire. They can leave now if they like."

As if punctuating his sentence, a roll of cannon fire sounded in the distance.

Abby started to speak but her father raised his hand to silence her.

"There will be no discussion. Abby and Rose, you two will head for the forests when I command, use our caches and caves to subsist until things improve for the better. I believe our side will win in time, but short term it will be a terrible thing."

Abby flung herself in his arms and tried protesting but he would have none of it. It broke his heart to treat her so but he knew it must be done.

William drew Rose onto his lap and comforted her as she sobbed on his shoulder. George continued.

"Abby, starting tomorrow you'll be ready to evacuate at a moment's notice. Keep your squirrel rifle handy and your horse in the small barn near the tree line. You do the same, Rose."

A couple of years ago, the brothers had Kentucky rifles made for the girls. They were in 32 caliber and shortened both at the stock and barrel so they could handle them more adroitly. Rose was a decent shot while Abby was absolutely deadly with hers out to nearly 300 yards. Rose had hunted a bit with hers but never really enjoyed it. Abby had harvested several deer and turkey and had no qualms about filling the larder with fresh meat.

George continued instructing his family for nearly an hour, preparing them for the worst. Finally, he sent them off to bed while he and William had another drink and smoked their pipes in the light of the oil lamps.

Sometime in the night a particularly loud boom of cannon fire awoke Abby and she noticed a faint glow in the night sky coming through her window. She wrapped herself in her night robe and sneaked down the hallway so she could watch from the porch. A faint cry robbed her attention and she listened attentively. It seemed to be coming from William and Rose's room. She tiptoed to their door and noticed it was open a crack. She peered in, and in the faint light of a guttering candle witnessed a sight like she'd never seen or heard of.

William and Rose were both naked atop the bed covers and his face was buried between Rose's thighs. Her hands were twisted in his hair and she was moaning in what sounded like pain. Abby was immediately concerned for Rose, what was he doing to her! She was ready to rush to her defense until she heard Rose cry out his name in rapture.

"Oh yes, Willy! Just there, please don't stop!"

Abby was wide eyed in amazement. Her breath hitched and she gasped aloud at her first sight of a cock. She quickly covered her mouth, afraid the couple had heard her. Apparently not, because they kept on with their lovemaking. He looked intimidating down there, yet Rose seemed to enjoy what he was doing! She clasped her hands under his bottom and urged him deeper with contented sighs.

Abby was almost beside herself and was feeling some decidedly different emotions. She'd thought about sex of course but had always been so busy playing at tomboy that she'd never really dwelled on it much. Contributing to that was probably the lack of men her age on the plantation, other than slaves of course, and they held no interest to her other than as good friends. William drew her attention when he spoke to Rose in a strained voice.

"How would you like me to spend myself, dear?"

"Let me taste you tonight, honey!" she managed to gasp out.

Abby watched attentively. A loud gasp came from the doorway. Abby couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. Rose was moaning to another satisfying orgasm.

Sensing the end was near, Abby quietly slipped back to her room and burrowed under her covers, her mind awash with the exciting scene she'd just witnessed. It took many hours before her fevered mind allowed her to fall asleep.

The next day Abby took Rose aside and asked her a few questions about sex, which aroused her suspicion.

"I'm pretty sure I heard you outside our door last night, that's true isn't it?" Rose asked her with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

"Yes, it was me," Abby answered guiltily. "I heard you when I was up and just had to see what you were doing."

"Did you like what you saw?"

"At first I thought Uncle William was hurting you! Then I heard you call his name and cup his head in your hands and I knew you were okay."

"Oh yes, I was fine. It feels wonderful."

Abby felt a shiver run up her back at the thought of a man doing such a naughty thing to her. She couldn't imagine! In the past Rose had tried to instruct her on matters pertaining to procreation but she'd shown little interest until now. Hearing about it in dry terms was somewhat boring, seeing it in action was another thing entirely, she thought to herself.

" Does it taste good? Did you like it?" she asked in curiosity.

"He did it because I asked him to. It tasted a little salty usually, and I did like it. It's the seed that makes little babies and if it's near the time of the month I may get pregnant, I have him shoot in my mouth or on my breasts. He absolutely loves doing it."

Abby pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Do you think I'm pretty enough for a man to want me like that?"

"Oh, honey. You're absolutely beautiful! Any man would be proud to have you. When we dress up and go to parties or the Christmas ball, haven't you noticed the young gentlemen fawning over you?"

"I guess so, over the last couple years they're always looking at my chest, it's rather irritating when they speak to my bosom."

Rose giggled in delight. "That's what men do when they want you. You have no idea how gorgeous you really are, dear Abby. There's not a man alive who wouldn't roll you in the hay!"

"Aunty Rose, shame on you!" Abby laughed, but inside she felt the same shivery sensation she'd experienced last night and a hint of moisture dampened her thighs. Suddenly, a bold idea struck her. She took pride in excelling at everything that interested her, why not sex as well?

"Will you help me get ready to be with a man, just in case it ever happens? I don't want to be caught unawares. Please teach me everything you know."

"I'd be happy to, just don't tell the men, we'd get in so much trouble!" Rose laughed gaily. "Let's talk about it while we move our horses to the barn like your father instructed."

After they did so Abby went searching for her father. She found him in the workshop toiling diligently. He was packing large flower pots with blackpowder and horseshoe nails, sealing them tightly with hot wax then replacing the flowers and soil atop the explosive. He explained that he planned to set them next to the benches that lined the drive near the shade trees. The slaves used them to relax on when they took breaks from working the tobacco fields. When the redcoats came he hoped to detonate them and cause as many casualties as possible. Abby gazed at her father in a new light and he noticed her expression when she realized the deviousness of his plan.

"We do what we must, Abby. They'd rather kill us than keep us as prisoners and use up their valuable supplies. I plan to return the favor. The bloodier we make it for them the sooner they'll return to their country." She nodded in understanding.

"I want to fight with you, Father, please let me!" she begged. He looked at her closely. He knew she would be a huge asset but he couldn't bear losing her. Against his better judgement he chose to take a calculated risk.

"I'll let you stay and fight until I order you to leave. At that moment, you obey me immediately and without question. Do you understand me?" he said in his sternest voice.

"Oh yes, Papa!" She flew into his arms and hugged him tightly. He was glad she couldn't see the tears gathering in his eyes.

"We start setting up our trap today, honey. Go get Rose and you two can help me out."

He set up targets where each of the flower pots would be and had Abby go to the upper story of the house and fire down on them until she was comfortable with the range. The targets started at 300 yards out and were staged at the sitting benches up to 100 yards from the front porch. She used both hers and Rose's rifles, firing as fast as Rose could reload which took her as long as 45 seconds. When George was satisfied, he installed his flower pots at the benches, then he filled buckets with caltrops he'd had the local blacksmith make. When the British troops arrival was imminent, he'd scatter them on the road between his home and the ambush site, in order to slow any troops that leaked through, thereby allowing the people in the house more time to rain fire down on their enemies.

That evening after dinner he took Abby to the work shop and he presented her with a gift. It was a rapier that was shorter and lighter than most, essentially made for a small man or woman. Her hand fit the grip wonderfully and the cupped hilt would protect her hand from a counter slash. Abby was beside herself with joy! The leather scabbard she drew it from had gold fasteners and a wide belt that fit her lithe waist perfectly.

"Careful now," he cautioned. "It's razor sharp and will kill a man in an instant. It has blood grooves on each side to break the suction of a man's flesh so you can remove it easier. Stab, twist, and pull, like so!" With a flourish he drew his own sword, mimicking his instructions. She clapped her hands and drew him into a thankful hug.

"Oh Papa, you're the best ever!" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes.

"Let's get some rest, honey. Tomorrow will be another long day." he said quietly.
Abby discovers sex for the first time.
Chapter 2

That evening after dinner, Rose pulled Abby aside. "Would you like some training in the subject we talked of earlier?" she asked with a wicked smile.

Abby was instantly on board. "Yes I would! What did you have in mind?"

"Let's go visit June. I believe she can get you started out right." Puzzled, Abby followed Rose as she led them to her room where June was adding scented oil to two big tubs filled with hot water. At her urging both women disrobed and she bathed them both clean, including washing their long tresses. Rose was a thin brunette and stood a touch taller than Abby at 5 foot six, weighing in at about the same weight of 105 pounds. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Abby's but were strikingly firm and her pink nipples seemed to be perpetually hard. Abby gasped when she saw the lack of pubic hair on Rose's smooth pussy. Rose noticed and giggled.

"That's why June is here, to shave you like I am. It feels wonderful!" Abby's eyes widened in amazement. She could see every nook and cranny between Rose's thighs as she bent over to towel herself dry.

"Come, Missy. Sit on the stool here and I'll show you how it's done," June said softly. She lathered Abby up and with several practiced strokes shaved her smooth as a peach. Abby stroked her newly shorn pussy and giggled.

"It feels so slick and smooth, I like it!"

The girls laughed along with her.

"Just wait til a man gets in there and diddles you, Missy. It feels wonderful," June said with a faraway look in her brown eyes.

"Are we still on for tonight, June?" Rose asked with a mischievous smile.

"I sure hope so," she answered and returned the smile. "Give me an hour or so, please."

"We'll be there, thanks so much!" a still naked Rose answered, and gave June a big hug and a kiss. The quadroon girl blushed fiercely at the contact and dipped her eyes submissively. "Yes, Ma'am. I'd do anything for you."

"I know that, you're so sweet, June." Rose said gently.

"Where're we going?" Abby wanted to know.

"It's a surprise," Rose answered. "Now put your dress on, no undergarments and wear your softest shoes. We'll sneak outside soon. I'll go talk to our men and get them settled in the parlor."

Rose's arrival in the sitting room caused a bit of a stir. The men were just heading for the parlor when she approached them, flushed from her hot bath and her breasts swinging loosely under her bodice. George couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked while William looked like the cat that got the canary. He knew he was getting some action tonight for sure. She herded them into their seats and fetched them stiff drinks along with their pipes. She loved flirting with the men, but never did it with George when his daughter was around. Abby had no idea of her father's proclivities and Rose hoped to keep it that way. He had a rampant sex drive that only a select few people knew about.

She sat on her husband's lap and slyly tugged her neckline down until a pink nipple was just peeping out. She heard George suck in his breath when it emerged to meet his gaze. She kissed William deeply and squirmed in his lap until his hips began grinding up to meet hers.

She gently disengaged and tucked her nipple away with a sly wink at George who was busy trying to hide the thick bulge at his crotch.

"I'll leave you two alone now. Please enjoy your drinks. I'll see you later, husband," she said throatily. As she walked away she heard George speak in a rough voice. "My word, man. How do you keep up with that filly. She's exquisite!" She felt her loins flood with heat and her face flushed at the compliment. She was immensely attracted to George and wouldn't mind letting him know. William had hinted in the past that he'd love to watch her fuck another man, maybe she could work something out she thought to herself somewhat wickedly.

She gathered Abby from her room and the couple slid quietly down the hall and out into the darkness of the plantation. Rose took her to June's cabin where she was waiting for them on the porch. Without a word she took the girl's hands and led them down the footpath to the overseer's house. They sneaked around back and June pointed at a ground floor window.

"In there," sh
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June 25 The Flu: A Pandemic Escape on a Sex Farm
The Flu: A Pandemic Escape on a Sex Farm
Lusty young immigrants escape global plague on a Wisconsin farm.
By MVP6. Listen to the ► Podcast
at Steamy Stories.

Ustin and Manon met while on holiday in Prague and fell in
love at first sight. Ustin was Russian and Manon was French. He loved Manon's
impulsive ways and she loved his strong resilience. They were the poster-couple
for young beauty, love, and little more than dreams.
Other than the language of love the only words they shared
in common were a smattering of Portuguese. Nevertheless, theirs was a whirlwind
romance ending in engagement after two short weeks.
They were back in Shuvalovka by the end of the next week,
getting married the very next morning.
That was the day a letter arrived from Manon's uncle in
America whom she had only met once as a small girl. Neither of them could read
English and when they had it interpreted they learned that he had passed away
and left them a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, a plane ticket, and a
French/English phrase book.
Ustin sold his '64 Zaporozhet, emptied his bank account, and
liquidated all his assets, which were not worth much since the collapse of the
Russian stock market. Together they had enough to buy another plane ticket and
embarked that same morning.
Manon was seated in first class while Ustin was relegated to
third class, but they were overjoyed at least to be on the same plane. If they
had known about the mile high club there is no doubt that they would have
consummated their, as yet, unconsummated marriage. Alas they were just thrilled
to be starting a new life together. Their plan being to first establish
financial security, and only then to have children.
When they arrived in Milwaukee Ustin was worried that they
wouldn't have enough money left to take a cab to their new farm - let alone buy
anything to eat, and he did his best to communicate that to Manon.
She had no cares about food, being so engrossed in her new
role as blushing bride. But she was very worried, for no good reason, that if
Ustin did not take her virginity officially as a married couple that they would
be deported. She had spent the whole flight looking through her phrasebook
trying to find the right words for "deflowering."
By the time she told Ustin what she wanted and he tried to
look it up using his recently purchased English/Russian phrasebook, what he
understood was that she wanted him to weed her cat.
He just smiled weakly and drew her close in a warm embrace,
but since she was pointing frantically to her pussy, he imagined that 'weeding
the cat' meant she wanted him to bury his face in her pubes as soon as
possible.
He had no objection to throwing her back on their new
honeymoon bed the first instant they arrived in Cambridge, WI to then 'graze
the watercress,' which would have been the french way to say it if any of the
risque words at all had been in his phrasebook, or if either of them owned a
Russian/French phrasebook.
Full of excitement and fear they held hands, as only new
lovebirds would, and never let go until he carried her across the threshold.
True to his understanding of her expectations Ustin promptly
carried Manon to the bed, threw up her dress, and lapped studiously at her
moist nether lips until she, taking a fistful of hair in each hand, pulled him
up.
She could taste her own pussy on his lips and it turned her
on, though Ustin would not know that for quite a while, and at the moment, he
was put off because she was rummaging around in her purse - trying to retrieve
some condoms.
Their first time as newlyweds in their new home was amazing
as they explored each other's bodies and each other's desires. Perhaps it was
even better as they could barely talk and they needed to rely on moans and
smiles that much more to know what the other liked.
Next they explored the farm and discovered that they had
inherited a dairyless dairy farm. If they could have read English they would
have found the letter from the animal control officer at the police department
telling dead Uncle Charles that all the animals had been impounded because they
were being neglected and that they would be returned after a hefty fine was
paid.
Still, they were the proud owners of a farmhouse, a barn, a
shed and a few miscellaneous buildings on about ten acres of beautiful midwest
rolling fields, and they fucked in each building as well as in the middle of
the fields the first week.
That first year was a year of unbridled sex which at least
once included a zuchinni from the garden that Manon had planted so they could
set up a farmers market and earn some money to buy cows. No one ever came to
their market as they were a bit out of the way, but Manon did manage to can
about two hundred pounds of vegetables and store the jars in the tornado
shelter.
One day they were passing the empty mink cages which came
with the farm and Ustin was grinning stupidly and gesturing rudely that they
should make like the minks and screw wildly.
Always ready, Manon grinned, and that was all it took. They
shed their shirts rapidly, then impulsively Manon decided it would be fun to
climb the ladder up to the loft. Shaking her skirt she beckoned,
"Attrapez-moi." Then wiggling her butt enticingly she flashed her
cunt to her dear husband and he scrambled up as fast as he could, sticking his
nose amid her aromatic cleft from underneath her on the ladder every time he
caught up.
Playing the game she would let him lick her puss for a few
minutes each time before scrambling further up the rackety ladder. They were a
very orally inclined couple, which worked in their favor whenever they were far
from the bedroom, where they kept their limited, and expensive, supply of
condoms.
Rolling in the proverbial hay, soon enough they were
pleasuring each other simultaneously. For the first time ever she saw another
person's back door. Glimpsing his tight bung briefly she wasn't grossed out,
rather, she was worried that he would see hers and that he would be grossed
out.
Likewise, Ustin did see hers but his only thought was,
"It's surprising that it's not a turn off." They still finished each
other off taking the time to burrow into each other's privates at length.
Unfortunately, it was later when they jumped down from the
loft naked, that they both sprained an ankle and found themselves housebound
for a couple of weeks. It was also one of the best things that could have
happened to them.
Not only did they recline in each other's arms all day and
make love often, but they couldn't make any trips into town which had, unknown
to them, quickly taken a dangerous turn.
A flu pandemic had begun that day they kissed each others'
sex parts in the loft and it was spreading rapidly to anyone who was unlucky
enough to interact with just about anyone.
By day two, 20% of the nation had what was not an ordinary
flu and some with weakened systems were already developing pneumonia or dying
from other complications.
By day five, and unknown to the young lovers, the TV they
rarely watched, was advising all citizens to stay home and warning that the
health department would be out culling chickens who were the source of the flu.
The frisky couple never even knew that the army-green jeeps
and an old commandeered truck, arrived to kill and pick up chickens. You see,
at the time Manon was bent over an odd apparatus in the water-shed with Ustin's
tongue delicately circling and stabbing at her cute pink asshole.
Anilingus was minutes new to both of them since they had
just discovered it. They didn't even know what it was called in any language
let alone with any shared words.
Only two hours before They had been wandering the North
pasture when it started to drizzle and they happened upon the stone structure
built over a stream. Inside they found an odd mechanism and with some experimentation
figured out that it's purpose was to divert the stream so it flowed either East
or West.
That's not really relevant to the story. What was pivotal
was that, while turning a large wheel made from a barrel, Manon had fallen
prone across the device and screamed out as she slipped. Ustin, with his
developing English, misunderstood her emerging English. Thinking she had
blurted out something meaning, "Tongue my ass" as she threw herself
over the barrel, he decided it was a brilliant suggestion and put himself to
the delightful task immediately.
Meanwhile, finding herself in danger of being rolled over to
the other side she shrieked joyfully when he grabbed her by the hips. She was
totally shocked, but pleasantly surprised, when with a pucker he kissed her sensitive
sphincter. She didn't know enough about sex to think it either mundane or
bizzare. After the first swipe at her delicate brownie he asked,
"Da?"
She spoke that much Russian, and he knew enough French to
throw himself into the act when she replied, "Oui! Oui!"
Together the lovers learned that they really craved the act,
so he spent a considerable amount of time just licking her gratified asshole.
Ustin was thinking, "Amazing how every part of my girl
is so sexy, from her smile to her toes, she's the best. It's strange how even
her shitter turns me on. A woman's pussy is an obvious and natural object to
worship with its enticing odor and soft lips. But for as much as I love to
nibble and bite, pulling on her labia, it's just as great to get my lips on her
arse."
"Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine that I
would lick a girl's butt, but Manon is so special and her crinkled ring just
draws me in." He took a deep inhalation, "Marvelous! Even her ass
smells good. Earthy and musty but fresh. I want more."
He decided to run his tongue around it in circles, feeling
the tiny donut shape. "It's incredible how this majestic feast normally
has such a base function. I can't get over the rubbery firm texture - so
different from her kiska."
He wondered if he could get his tongue inside like he did
when he ate her quim. Backing off a few inches he used his fingers to massage
her perineum and anus. Then getting one thumb on either side he stretched it
out barely able to see inside. "OK let's see if I can get my tip in there.
If it's ever gonna taste bad, now will be the time." Talking out loud he
spoke to himself in Russian,
"Are you ready Ustin?"
Listening to him talk to himself back there, Manon had her
own conversation going even if it consisted almost entirely of mewling moans
and delighted sighs. In perfect Portuguese she whimpered the most appropriate
phrase she could think of that he would know, "Do you like your
dinner?"
Ustin laughed out loud, breaking the mood of raw sexuality
briefly. Then also in Portuguese he answered, "You are a most hospitable
host." Then returned to his quest to meld his mouth with her rectum. He
formed his tongue into a point then poked.
Manon squealed, lifting her bum.
He barely got any in her but wanting to have a penetrative
experience he rubbed two lanky fingers along her newly stubbled puss, In broken
English he asked, "You want me finger to your mog?"
She had no idea what he meant but she was willing to
surrender herself to whatever he desired. To express her openness she relied
again on a Portuguese phrase, "My house is your house."
Wetting two of his fingers, with the unpracticed thrust of
one fairly new to sex, he jammed them fully up her fanny. She jumped in
surprise, partly due to the sudden vaginal intrusion but mostly because she was
expecting him to slide a single finger up what she would have called her trou
du cul.
He continued to lap at her starfish fucking her gash with
his fingers. He became engrossed in the crude pastime letting his lust carry
him away. When her body went tense he worried that he was hurting her in his
wild sexual frenzy, then realized she was having an orgasm from the combined
anilingus and fingerbanging.
Overjoyed to have found a new way to bring her off he fell
back on his haunches, satisfied.
Coming down from her high, Manon wanted to do something for
him now. Turning around she fell to the floor with her back to the wheel. She
beckoned for Ustin to stand before her, pulling him by the cock.
Manon was hardly more experienced than Ustin in the ways of
sex. Her one previous boyfriend had wanted to face-fuck her which she had not
allowed. But now she wanted to give all of herself, in every way, to this man
she loved.
She formed a circle with her left thumb and forefinger then
using the forefinger from her other hand she made the universal gesture for
fucking.
Ustin stepped forward presenting his hard cock to her mouth.
But she wasn't done yet. Next using the same gesture she slammed her finger
into the circle violently hoping to communicate what she was offering.
He was sure he was reading her wrong and definitely didn't
want to hurt the woman he loved. But she insisted saying, "Bes moi! Bes
moi! Bes moi!", pounding on the barrel.
He moved even closer inserting his swollen cock into her
mouth. They were both full of expectation as she grabbed his thighs pulling him
deeply into the back of her mouth quickly.
Towing above her, with his hands on the barrel, he was
thrilled that he had married such a sexual wife.
They were both mistaken and they learned it the hard way.
Manon gagged and sputtered completely unable to accomplish what she'd imagined
she would do for him.
He pulled out, falling to his knees. Looking into her teary
eyes he rained penitent kisses all over her tortured face. They both apologized
to each other profusely in their respective languages and they both understood
intuitively what the other meant.
After hugs of reconciliation she regained her composure. She
pointed to her lips saying, "R essayons"
As thrilled as he had been a moment before to be married to
such a sexpot he was a thousand times more thrilled now to be married to a more
naive girl who loved him so selflessly.
Standing up he stroked her face gently before presenting his
now softened organ to her.
She drew his dick into her mouth, inexpertly sucking on the
first couple inches until she was rewarded with her first taste of cum.
Looking down on her, awestruck, as she swallowed, there was
never a more earnest feeling of admiration communicated from one human to another.
Afterwards they held each other.
Now, if they had brought condoms with them they might have
just screwed and been done with it. But then they would have returned to the
farmhouse much earlier and met the infected visitors.
The national guard found no chickens and left without
incident, doing no more damage than nailing a poster to the front door that
Ustin had so carefully painted red with a stylish and artistic barn-star.
One morning,
'Котенок', or 'kitten', as Ustin
called her woke him with a fantastic and more practiced blowjob, then wiping
her lips with the back of her hand, lazily rolled over to turn on the TV for
the first time in a while.
Slowly it dawned on them both that something was terribly
wrong with the outside world. Secluded in their own little love nest they did
not know that 40% of the population had gotten sick and they did not realize
that 80% of the sick had died. While they knew little English they understood
the terrifying math perfectly. Additionally, the images on TV painted a horrible
picture of what was happening which to them seemed like the end of the world.
That was also the same day that, first the TV, and then the
electricity went out. By the 15th day of the pandemic there were no more
airplanes in the sky and even several miles away from the main part of
Cambridge the world was eerily silent by day and oddly dark at night.
Manon and Ustin held each other close during the long nights
and clung to each other as they had never done before. The house was cold and
they cuddled for warmth as much as for reassurance.
Kitten cried bitterly and refused to let Ustin walk into
town to see what was happening, so he stayed home rather than drag her along,
hanging onto his arms, which is what she would have done to stop him.
Instead with his shirt off he worked up a sweat and an
appetite cutting firewood to heat the house at night. Manon hugged him from
behind as he took a break enjoying the slipperiness of his sexy body glistening
and
tanned in the sun.
The electric water pump hadn't worked in weeks and they both
smelled musky but then again they had learned to appreciate the various smells
produced by their young and hard sexy bodies. Her tiny hand reached into his
zipper and worked his hefty growing member into a full state of arousal.
She pressed her firm and pert boobs against his back while
he reached back and held her waist.
Out by the fallen log,and yet again lacking any birth
control, she turned, then rubbed his pre-cumm slicked foreskin sheathed cock
against her rear door to communicate her intent...
The next day they walked to the water-shed carrying a water
bucket and wearing nothing but shoes, then made sad, sweet love, again on the
barrel, as much to connect as to relieve tension, worry, and, a touch of lust,
that wouldn't go away even in those dire times.
The next couple of weeks they imagined the worst. Thinking
they were the only couple left on earth, a modern day 'Adam and Eve,' they
toiled hard all day long working the incomplete farm to make provisions for the
winter.
They continued to make love every night to cement their love
as much as for any other reason. They began to make forays away from the farm
to see what they could learn. The nearest neighbor's house was a mile and a
half away; nothing was there.
Depressed and numb they walked further toward town not even
remembering to put on clothes as they had become accustomed, in the early fall
heat and lacking air conditioning, to go nude.
Nearing another house they again found no one, but seeing
some wash on the line, they realized they should dress. Nothing fit and they
shared a fit of hysterical laughter to break the somber mood.
Deeply disheartened they went home without walking the last
ten miles into town, discarding the ridiculous and comical clothing as they
went.
The next morning, just before sunrise
Котенок woke Usty and pulled him
outside to be a witness to the new day. She had a small spade with her and as
solemnly as she could buried all their remaining condoms. Offering him a page
torn from his phrasebook he saw that she had circled the word
"repopulate."
After a lunch of kislaya kapusta also known as sauerkraut,
they disrupted their routine of constant work to do what they had never done
before; vaginal sex without protection.
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June 24 Cabin Cousins: Part 6
Cabin Cousins: Part 6
Saying Goodbye; for now.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.

Chapter Twenty.
On the drive home, I felt good, like really good. I felt
like things were actually going to start changing for the better. Reveling in
this feeling, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision. I stopped my car in a
random parking lot and pulled out my phone.
One of the guys that I used to work with, Carl, liked to go
to this little bar in Superior to hang out with friends and have a few drinks.
There was a whole group of guys from work that would go regularly, but Carl was
the only one who never stopped asking. For one reason or another, I never took
him up on it, and I haven't seen any of them since I stopped being able to go
to work.
He answered after a few rings.
"Hi, it's Charles, from work."
"Charles? Hey buddy! How are you doing?"
He sounded happy to hear from me.
"Oh, I've been hanging in there. How's the store since
I left?" At the time of the accident, I was the yard manager
at the same store I had worked at since I moved to Duluth. It didn't pay a lot
of money, but it was enough to get by, and I liked the job. I still felt bad
about how I left. As the years went on and my depression spiraled downwards, it
had become too hard to mask. My job performance was terrible, and people began
to ask questions I didn't want to face the answers to. One day I scheduled
myself to take all my vacation days, and then with that in the system, I put in
my two weeks' notice. I never went back.
"They made me assistant store manager if you'll believe
that," Carl said. "Still a lot of the same faces around here. All the
young kids come and go. You know how it is."
"Yeah." I chuckled. In a store like that, you
could count on about half of the employees to be lifers. They'd never leave.
The other half seemed to be a completely different mix of people every couple
of months.
"So, what's up?" Carl asked.
I could hear the store's advertising jingle blaring over the
loudspeakers in the background.
"Do you and the guys still go to that bar in
Superior?" There it was. I said it. Now if he says yes, I'll have to ask if
I can go, and then I'll have to go.
"Yeah! But it's usually just me and Matt. Brian got
married, and his wife has him on a short leash. Joe goes to AA. The other guys,
just kinda stopped going for one reason or another. Tonight is the night we
usually go."
"Mind if I come with?" I asked.
"Of course, man! We're going to leave here at about
six."
"Cool, I'll see you there."
"Looking forward to it. It'll be good to see you again."
And now the awkwardness of ending a phone call. I've heard
that it's a Midwestern thing, but everyone seems to do it better than I do.
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."
I went home, set out some clean clothes, and got in the
shower. Sometimes I forget how good it feels to be clean. But then, I knew
exactly why it was often too hard to motivate myself to get into the shower.
The shower brought memories of Melissa and the possibility of pain. I stood
still, letting the near-scalding water cascade over me. The fruity scent of the
same brand of body wash Melissa had during our first shower together was
strong, and I remembered.
I closed my eyes and started my breathing exercise with a
deep slow inhale. Melissa's hands scrubbed my lower back and slid down
to squeeze my ass. Breathe out, the pain and hurt waft away like steam
in the shower. My fingers follow the lines of her muscles and up her
inner thigh, she looks at me with serene contentment. Breathe
in. She turns, arches her back, and sighs as I enter her from behind. Breathe
out, the pain is gone, and there is only joy. She moans as my soapy
hands cup her firm tits, holding her tight against me as we make love. Breathe
in. I gasp and hold my breath as we both climax. Breathe out.
I catch my breath and look down, my hand was still grasping
my quickly softening manhood, and the oozing result of my orgasm was slowly
washed into the drain. I finished cleaning up, turned the water off, and
stepped out of the shower.
I looked at myself in the mirror as I toweled dry. It had
been quite a while since I had exercised, or gone to the gym, but I still had a
good amount of muscle on me. Granted, a bit more flab than I liked, especially
on my belly, but overall I still liked the way I looked. Melissa liked the way
I looked too. I patted my belly, and there was a slight jiggle. I really should
work out again, I thought. When was the last time I went for a run? I couldn't
remember.
My eyes strayed from my body to my face. I was still
slightly pink from the hot water. I studied the slight age lines beginning to
appear around my eyes and noticed that I seemed to have a larger forehead than
I used to. When did I start losing my hair?
I put my hands on the edge of the sink and leaned close to
the mirror. It's a strange thing, looking yourself in the eyes. Despite how
good I felt at the moment, all I could see was the pain deep inside. I knew it
hadn't always been there, and obviously, I knew when it started. What bothered
me was, I couldn't remember what it was like to not have this pain. I could
remember every little detail about Melissa, her face, her body, the
conversations we had, the things we did together, everything. But if I focus on
just me... I can remember being a skinny awkward teenager falling in love and
beginning a perfect life, then this, an aging man being crushed by the weight
of a tragedy. Every memory between, of what it was to be me, was just gone.
Lost to the gray. At the same time, I knew that this person staring back at me
in the mirror wasn't me. Once, I was happy. Once I was me, whoever
that was. Would I ever get me back, or did I just have to come
to grips with the fact that I was now a completely different person?
In heavy contemplation, I got dressed. I put on a faded Iron
Maiden concert tee, a token from the time Melissa and I had driven to Sioux
Falls, South Dakota to see them perform, and some blue jeans that seemed
tighter around the waist than I remembered.
I checked my bank balance and determined that If I was going
to have drinks at the bar with Carl, I had better eat at home beforehand. I had
a cup of ramen noodles, and cut slices off of a brick of cheddar cheese, as I
wasted time watching random crap on YouTube.
Finally, it was five thirty and time to go. Well really, I
didn't need to hurry, as it was only a five-minute drive across the bridge to
Superior, but there was no way I was going to be late.
I parked behind the bar and didn't see any vehicles I recognized.
I listened to the radio for a little while, then at ten to six, I got out of
the car. The hard part is done. I'm here.
I walked in and scanned the place for Carl. I know he had
said he was leaving work at six, but I didn't want to miss him by mistake if he
was early for some reason. Not seeing him or anyone else I knew, I took a seat
at the end of the bar. The place wasn't very busy at all, with maybe a dozen
people spread out throughout the whole place. A red-haired waitress came and
took my order for a Grainbelt beer, and I watched her go to the cooler to get
the bottle. She was cute, if a little thick around the middle, and when she
handed me the beer, she flashed me the smile of experienced waitresses
everywhere. The kind of smile that says, "I'll be sweet, and yes, maybe
even flirt with you a little, but this is my job and you better not take it as
more than a professional courtesy". I respected that. Good bartenders were
hard to come by, and this one seemed proficient so far.
I sipped my beer, and surreptitiously watched the other
patrons. There was the same general mix of people you see in bars like this on
a Tuesday evening. A few older couples, quietly enjoying dinner and a glass of
wine, a fifty-year-old high school prom queen and her steroid-pumped boyfriend,
slamming cheap beer, faces wind burned from riding a Harley all day, a table of
college frat boy types laughing too loudly at offensive jokes, you know the
kind of place.
I faced the bar again, and in the mirror, I could see that
one person was sitting alone at the table right behind me. She was facing away
from me and seemed engrossed in something on her phone. She was wearing a
maroon sweatshirt and had bushy dark brown hair that immediately reminded me of
a young Hermione Granger.
I watched her in the mirror, not being a creep, just out of
curiosity and that I had nothing else to do while I waited for Carl. She never
turned or sat up straight, just stayed on her phone, occasionally typing
furiously.
After a while, I looked at the time on my phone. It was
twenty after six, Carl should have been here already. I ordered another beer
from Cassie, the bartender, and gave him ten more minutes.
I called Carl, and it took four or five rings for him to
pick up.
"Hey dude," Carl said right away. "I am so
sorry. I have a big issue I've got to manage here."
I could hear people talking loudly in the background and the
beep of a forklift.
"Hey," I said. "What's up?"
"One of the kids knocked over a shelving unit in the
garden center, and they all collapsed like dominoes. It's a big fucking
mess." There was a scuffing noise as he held his phone aside and yelled at
someone. "Don't bother saving that stuff, it's all junk now. Scan it, then
throw it in the dumpster!" His voice became clear again. "I don't
remember being this stupid when I was that age, do you?"
"No, not really. So, are you going to be late
or..." I asked, starting to feel a little dumb for getting my hopes up for
a fun evening with old friends.
"Sorry, man, this is going to be an all-nighter."
"Oh, okay," I said, feeling like I just got
punched in the gut.
"Take a rain check for next week? The first round is on
me."
"Yeah, that's okay. Next week it is." I couldn't
believe it. I got myself so excited to do normal people things with normal
people, and this happened. I don't know why I bothered.
"Alright man, gotta go." Before Carl ended the
call, I could hear him start to yell. "Careful! If you knock that over
too, I'm gonna"
As I stared at my phone, not knowing what I should think or
do, I heard a voice to my right. It was the woman with the brown hair.
"You get stood up too?"
I glanced at her. She was standing at the bar a few spots
down from me, waving her empty glass at the bartender.
"Huh? Yeah."
"Sorry for eavesdropping. So what was her excuse?"
In the corner of my eye, I could see the waitress return
with a full glass. The girl took a drink right away. It was something creamy,
Bailey's maybe.
"Problems at work." I didn't mention that the
'her' was a 'him'. As secure enough in my sexuality as I was, straight guys
just didn't say things that could give a woman mixed signals.
"Typical." She took another long pull off her
drink. "This is the third date in a row that has left me sitting. I take
the time to get ready and then sit here waiting. I've got homework I could be
doing." She sighed. "I don't know why I bothered."
"Right." Her last words had struck a chord with my
thoughts, and I turned to face her.
Our eyes met, and the world stopped. We stared at each
other, each of us with furrowing brows. My heart began to race, and I felt like
I just got a shot of adrenaline.
Slowly, she set down her drink, and I set down my phone, but
our eyes remained locked.
Eventually, she whispered. "I know you..."
My throat was dry, and I struggled to get enough air to
respond. "I don't think we've met..."
She was pretty, and younger than I had expected. There was
something strikingly familiar about her, but I knew I had never met this person
before, and probably hadn't ever seen her. Her maroon sweatshirt had the big yellow
UMD (University of Minnesota, Duluth) logo on it. There was something in her
eyes, her icy blue eyes, that told me that I knew this person.
"Who are you?" She whispered. The confusion on her
face gave way to a look of fear.
"Charles," I said woodenly, trying to make some
sense of what was happening.
This wasn't like the times you see someone in a crowd that
looks like someone you know. I knew this person, have always known this person,
and yet, nothing about her was familiar.
"What is going on?" She asked, glancing at the
bartender who was eyeing both of us in turn with raised eyebrows. "You're
real? You're really real?" Her look of fear gave way to panic. "I've
got to get out of here. This can't be happening."
She slowly backed away from me, then turned and fled towards
the door. I scrambled to put some cash on the bar for my beer, then followed
after her. When I got outside, she was standing near a car with her head in her
hands.
She looked up at my approach. "Don't come any
closer." She warned me.
"What's going on?" I asked. "How do you know
me? How do I know you?"
"You know who I am?" She asked, hand on her car
door, ready to flee.
"When I saw you, I felt like I've known you my entire
life, but I've never seen you before." I shook my head, more confused than
ever in my forty-two years.
"Well, I know you, Charles Larson."
"How do you know my last name?" I asked, taken
aback. I was pretty sure I hadn't said it at all earlier.
"If you're really you, then I know everything about
you." Her fear was transforming into anger, and she was almost shouting
now.
"How?"
"Because I dream about you every night! My first
memories are dreams about you! I close my eyes, and I see your face! I see your
life! Every day, every night!" She was holding her head again and had
started pacing side to side next to her car. "Oh my God. All these years,
all the therapy, all the drugs to get you out of my head, and I find you
sitting in a dive bar. This can't be real."
My car was parked next to hers, and she watched me wearily
as I slowly walked over and sat on the hood.
"If you're really Charles Larson, tell me about
yourself." She was looking at me like she was seeing a ghost.
"I grew up in Minnetonka..." I was confused to the
point of being numb, so I just started talking. I told her about my family,
where I went to school, everything up to just before I fell in love with
Melissa.
Her face was pale, but she had stopped pacing and was just
staring at me. "What was her name?"
I looked at her sharply, surprised by the question.
"Your second cousin, the one you married."
Shocked, I replied. "Melissa."
She took a tentative step towards me. "The two of you
lived in a tiny apartment off of Grand Ave." She stepped closer. "You
lived there together for fifteen years until..." She was right next to me
now, and she picked up my right hand, turning it over to see the backside. She
traced a finger down the scar that ran lengthwise behind my index finger.
"Someone at your work dropped a piece of metal gutter, and the end sliced
your hand open. It bled and bled, and you had to go get it stitched up."
"How do you know these things?" I asked with
something I could only describe as awe.
"Because I saw it happen. I was there, in my
dreams."
"I feel that we are connected somehow, but, I don't
even know who you are."
She shifted her hands and grasped mine in a handshake. She
looked at me with a shy smile. "I'm Kate Winters, and I've been waiting to
meet you my whole life."
Chapter Twenty-one.
"You're older than I thought you would be."
Kate was eyeing me from across the table. We had gone back
into the bar and had taken a booth near the back. The frat boys were gone, and
there was no one else nearby.
"How old do you think I should be?" I asked, head
still spinning.
"When I was growing up, every dream was different. The
time wasn't the same, the days weren't one-for-one. You were getting older
faster than I was. For the last couple of years though, I've had the same
dream. It's the same scene every night." She looked at me with empathy,
expecting that I wasn't going to like what she was saying. "You were
thirty-three, and it was nine years ago."
A wave of non-specific dread washed over me. "What
scene, What dream are you having over and over?"
I already knew what she was going to say, and I didn't want
to hear it.
Kate closed her eyes. "We are in your truck, we had
just been at the movie theater. You were telling me how you never liked Matt
Damon, but in this movie, he was pretty good. Then,”
"Stop," I said, probably a little too forcibly.
"I'm sorry." Her eyes were glistening with tears.
We sat in silence for a long time, each wrestling with our
thoughts.
Finally, I asked. "You said I was speaking to you?"
She sniffed and nodded. "When the two of you were
apart, it was kind of a third-person view, like watching a movie. But whenever
you were with her, I saw you through her eyes. I felt what she felt, I thought
what she thought. I think,” She looked at me apprehensively. "When the
dreams started, it was the summer she figured out that she loved you. I was
five and didn't really understand what I was seeing. I started using bigger
words, and acting like I was thirteen because you two were thirteen."
My thoughts swirled like a hurricane around that night nine
years ago. There was the crash, and my truck crumpled up like a beer can. I was
dazed, and there was glass in my eyes. I struggled to reach Melissa. The door
had crumpled in and crushed her into the seat, into the tight space between
what had been the dashboard and the back of the cab. Her eyes opened as I
touched her cheek. She tried to speak, but no noise came out. Her mouth kept
moving until suddenly she went still. Her heart stopped, and the spark of life
left her eyes. My love, my life, was gone.
Tears were streaming down my face, but somehow I had the
composure to speak. "If you thought what she thought, did she blame
me?" One thing that I had thought I had come to a resolution on, was the
thought that the accident was my fault, that; had I not been looking at her at
that moment, I might have been able to avoid the other car.
Kate was crying too. "Of course not. You know what she
was trying to say?" She reached across the table and held my hands tight
in hers. "She was saying "I love you" over and over. She knew
she was dying, and her only thought was that you would be alone."
Still holding Kate's hands, I buried my face into my arm and
cried hard, shuddering with every sob.
I don't know how long I cried. At some point, I heard the
waitress come by, and Kate whispered "We're okay."
I felt Kate start running a hand through my hair, massaging
my head. Exactly how Melissa used to. It felt good, but it also felt wrong. It
wasn't Melissa's hand, It was Kate's. She was some random college girl I had
never met, and I was plenty old enough to be her father. At the same time
though, some part of me, deep down, was screaming that this was Melissa.
I raised my head from my arm and looked at Kate. I felt no
apprehension or shame in meeting her eyes, eyes that were so much like
Melissa's. I studied them intently. They weren't just similar, they were
identical. The patterns of blue were the same, and there was even that tiny
green speck in the iris of her right eye. No one but me had ever noticed it. As
insane as it sounds, I swear that I could feel Melissa's soul staring back at
me through Kate's eyes.
"So, what now?" I asked.
"Maybe we should go somewhere more private and figure
this out," Kate replied, her eyes moving to the people walking into the
bar.
"I still live in the same place." I couldn't
beli
38 min
June 23 Cabin Cousins: Part 5
Cabin Cousins: Part 5
The Gales of November.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.

"Hmm" Melissa said, her face still buried in the
pillow.
She shifted and turned her head, and I moved to her side
with one arm and a leg still draped over so we could look into each other's
eyes.
"Wow. That was..." She sighed.
"...Wonderful."
I smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it
as much as I did."
She squinted at me. "Are you sure I'm not dreaming, and
you're just a figment of my imagination?" She said playfully, though I
could tell there was something serious behind the question.
"I'm real, and I'm right here, in your bed, and I love
you."
She searched my eyes for a moment, rolled onto her side, and
pulled me in close, kissing me deeply.
When we stopped kissing to catch our breath, she whispered.
"It's our bed, and I love you too."
We held each other in silence for a long while. I knew that
she had something else to say, but I didn't push her. Eventually, she broke the
silence.
"Do you want pancakes? I want pancakes."
Not exactly the soul-baring statement I was expecting, but
now that she had said it, by damn I wanted pancakes.
"I'll help." I had made pancakes exactly once
before, and it wasn't a complete disaster, so I felt that my inclusion in the
process wouldn't be too much of a hindrance.
She got a distant look in her eye, then rolled onto her
back, and covered her face with her hands with a groan. "I don't have any
pancake mix."
She peeked at me through her fingers and we both started
laughing. I'm not sure why but we both found it hilarious but we roared with
laughter.
I playfully pushed her towards the side of the bed.
"Well, get dressed. I'll take you out for breakfast."
Still laughing, she got up and opened a dresser drawer.
Stepping into a pair of light blue panties, she asked. "Are you getting
dressed too, or are you going to go like that?"
"I'm thinking about it." I quipped, eyes following
her every movement.
I loved watching her move. She had a litheness and grace to
her. Cat-like? No, that's not quite right. Amazonian? Maybe, but that implies a
stature and bulk that Melissa didn't have. She was fit, not body builder
muscular, and she wasn't particularly tall, just shy of my own five foot ten.
She was perfect, and my eyes couldn't get enough of her. Let's leave it at
that.
"You'll give the old ladies at Perkins quite a
shock." She shot back, still laughing.
With an exaggerated sigh, I rolled off the bed. "For
the sake of the old ladies, fine, I'll get dressed."
Chapter Sixteen.
The plate clinked as Melissa set down her fork. "Ugh. I
ate too much, but that really hit the spot."
She had attacked her "tremendous twelve" meal with
murderous intent. All that remained was a scrap of crust from a piece of toast,
and some maple syrup residue on an otherwise clean plate. She had even swiped a
strip of bacon off of my plate, an act that left fork marks on my brother's
hands on several occasions.
I looked at my plate, with its pile of hash browns and a
third of a stack of pancakes remaining, and set down my fork. "I guess I
didn't work up as much of an appetite as you, cause I'm stuffed too."
Melissa looked at me with her special smile and mischievous
eyes. "Well, you'll have to try harder next time."
"I need to work out more."
"I can help with that." She replied, and we both
giggled, knowing the truth of it.
"Let's start with a walk."
We left the Perkins restaurant, and with Melissa navigating,
we drove north out of Duluth on Hwy 61. We pulled off and parked where a little
river crossed under the road and spilled through a steep set of rocky rapids to
Lake Superior below. We hiked down a little trail, and she led me out onto one
of the big rocks. The scenery was spectacular, and the water rushing past the
rocks had a hypnotic quality. It hadn't snowed last night, but the wind was
blowing hard off the lake, and the constant mist from the rapids gave the crisp
early November air some real bite.
We sat for a while without speaking. Just two people holding
hands, taking in the scenery and the roar of the water. There was a Gordon
Lightfoot song that had something about the gales of November, how did it go?
"When I left home," Melissa began, just loud
enough to hear.
I turned and watched her, careful to hear what she was
saying over the noise of the rapids. I had been hoping for, and dreading this
moment, when she decided to get the details of her past out in the open. I
resolved to not interrupt and to let her tell it at her own pace.
"This was the first place I went." She continued.
"I didn't know where to go. I didn't have anywhere to go."
She sniffed. We were alone but had someone been watching,
her running nose and the tears on her cheek might have been assumed to have
been caused by the cold, but I knew differently. I could see the deep down hurt
that was welling up, and my heart ached. I squeezed her hand, and let her talk.
"Every night for two weeks, I'd leave school, then go
up the hill to the mall and sit in the food court to do my homework. When the
mall closed, I came here, and parked for the night right over there." She
pointed up to the little parking lot where my truck was. "I'd wake up,
scrape the snow and frost off the windows, and go to school. I didn't tell
anyone because then I'd have to explain why I was sleeping in
a car in February. I had friends, but not close friends, you know? Like, not
the kind of friends that I could talk to about..." She trailed off and
wiped her nose on her jacket sleeve.
"I had been lucky, it hadn't been as cold as it should
have been, but then one night it got very cold. When I left the mall, I knew if
I spent the night here again, I could be in serious danger. So I went to the
laundromat. There was never anyone in there in the middle of the night, so I
sat at one of the tables and fell asleep. The owner woke me up a couple of
hours later, yelling at me that I couldn't sleep there, so I got in my car and
came back here."
She had been looking at the water as she spoke, but now
turned and looked at me. I saw the fear and shame these memories invoked. I
wanted to say something, anything to comfort her, but I knew that I should let
her say what she needed to say, so I let her continue.
"When I went to sleep on the back seat, I didn't think
I was going to ever wake up, and I was okay with that. I didn't care that I was
going to die. Nobody cared, nobody would miss me. The world would be better off
without one more stupid girl. Why bother going on?" She looked away from
me, east towards the vast lake, and her face twisted up in anger. "You
know, the worst thing, the worst part of all of it, is they made me feel like
it was all my fault. They had me so twisted up, that I believed that I was the
cause of everything that happened."
She turned back to me, the anger fading, leaving just a
profound sadness. I wiped the tears from her cheek, and she leaned her shoulder
against me.
"Did your parents tell you what happened?"
My throat was dry, and I swallowed hard before replying.
"They were vague."
She gave a little smile that was like a sunbeam on a stormy
day. "I asked your mom and dad not to tell anyone. You're so lucky to have
them."
She looked back to the lake and spoke quietly enough that if
her face had not been right next to mine, I wouldn't have been able to hear
her. "When I was fifteen, when I started looking more like a woman, and
less like a little girl, my dad started abusing me. Mom, she was drunk more
than she was sober. She knew, she had to know, and she didn't do
anything."
As the River roared in its ceaseless path to Lake Superior,
and the cold wind whistled and rattled through the leafless trees, Melissa
spoke of abuse and divorce, lost jobs and social status, the failing of the
system to help a girl who was too scared to ask for help and the blame that was
assigned for all of it.
"So that night, I remember when the state trooper
knocked on my window." She gave a brief mirthless huff. "I thought he
was an angel, with the way his flashlight lit up the frost on the inside of the
window. I thought I was dead, that it was all over. I felt relieved." She
shook her head. "The next thing I remember was being in a hospital bed,
wrapped in electric blankets, and seeing the sunrise through the window. That
trooper was there. He had stayed with me, way past the end of his shift, just
to make sure I was alright. Turns out, when they went to my parent's house to
see what was going on, my dad was out of town, and my mom ended up getting
arrested for assaulting an officer and having a bunch of heroin. That's why she
went back to him. Not for me, but for the money to buy her drugs. The trooper
persuaded me to reach out to my friends. He said that people can be capable of
unexpected acts of kindness, and I decided to believe him. So I called Ashley.
We had always gotten along pretty well, and her parents were always super nice
to me. They let me stay with them, which was really awkward at first. I just
couldn't believe that a family could be so, so perfect. It was like stepping
into an old sitcom. Maybe there was a little trouble now and then, but everyone
loved each other, and it all worked out in the end. It was surreal, but
eventually, I started believing that it was how families should be. That it was
right and good, and normal."
She looked me in the eyes then, and I saw her love burning
through the hurt.
"I didn't think that I would ever have that. I thought
that there was no way I could ever open up and let someone love me, to be me,
to be normal. Who could want me? Then your parents invited me back to the
cabin, and I grasped onto a foolish hope that maybe you could. Ever since it's
just been, It just doesn't seem real. Charles, I know you love me, but I'm
still so afraid."
I silenced her with a quick kiss on the lips. I held her
cold, rosy cheeks in my hands and looked her in the eyes. "None of what
happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I
love you, I will always love you. Nothing in the past, present, or future will
stop me from loving you until the end of time, and when we're both gone from
this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!"
Fresh tears streamed down her face, not tears of remembered
pain, but tears of joyful love. She threw her arms around me and we held each
other tight. Overhead, a hawk called, adding its little part to the scene of
wind, water, and young lovers.
Chapter Seventeen.
Getting in my truck and leaving Duluth that evening was the
hardest thing I had ever done. The only thing that gave me the strength to
leave was the knowledge that it was only temporary. Soon, very soon, I would
never have to leave her again.
When I got home, Mom was at the kitchen table reading a
newspaper. She greeted me with a smile. I had to be very careful with how I was
going to handle this conversation. I didn't want to lie to my mom, but I also
didn't want to tell her the whole truth.
"How was your weekend? I didn't get a call from the
cops, so it couldn't have been too exciting."
"I was the cop! We went to a Halloween party dressed as
the Village People."
"Fun!" Mom exclaimed, giving me a beaming smile.
"Yeah, and something else happened. Do you know how I
can get my employee discount at any store? Well, we stopped at one of the
stores in Duluth, and I ended up talking with the yard manager. They've been
having trouble finding someone competent to drive a forklift, and if I
transferred up there, they'd give me a raise and make me an assistant manager.
He said I could start working up there in two weeks." All of these
individual facts were technically true, but it still felt like lying.
"Good for you! It's great to have in-demand skills.
That's a long way to drive though."
"Yeah, it would be like, five hours of driving every
day."
"Did you look into getting an apartment up there?"
Mom folded up the newspaper and gave me her undivided attention.
"After the school year starts, there's literally
nothing cheap available."
"Where would you stay then?" She asked, looking
concerned.
"Well, on the way home, I was thinking about who I know
that lives up there. Rob lives in a dorm, so I couldn't get away with staying there
long-term. But then I remembered that Melissa lives in Duluth, I could maybe
call her and see if she wants a roommate." Okay, this last bit was a lie.
I didn't feel good about it, but it had to be done.
"Our Melissa? Have you called her yet?"
"Not yet. I'm pretty sure I have her number in my
phone."
"You should figure this out sooner rather than
later." She looked at the clock. "It's not too late, give her a call
now."
I made a show of finding Melissa's number as if I hadn't
memorized it weeks ago. Melissa and I had rehearsed this moment. I had the
volume on my phone turned way up, so my mom was sure to hear Melissa's side of
the conversation too.
"Hello?" Melissa's angelic voice asked after three
rings.
"Hi Melissa, it's Charles."
"Charles! It's good to hear from you! What's up?"
"Well, I'm going to be transferring up there for work,
and I was wondering if you would mind having me as a roommate until I found a
place of my own." Another necessary lie.
"Yeah, I guess that would be okay. You're not going to
find anywhere else to stay until the end of the school year. Even then, I was
lucky to get this place, this spring."
"So, you're okay with me staying with you?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun. Like staying at the cabin, but I
don't think my landlord would approve of campfires."
"I'll pay half the rent, and utilities, and
everything."
"Naturally," Melissa said. "I was going to
ask one of my friends if they wanted to move in. Only paying half the rent will
make saving for school a lot easier."
"Cool. So, I guess I'll give you a call tomorrow, and
we can figure out the details?"
"Yeah, okay."
"I'm talking with my mom right now, so I should
probably let you go."
"Hi Mom!" Melissa yelled.
"Hi, Melissa," Mom replied, loud enough to be sure
that the phone picked it up.
"Talk to you tomorrow, bye!" Melissa said, much
quieter this time.
"Bye." I had to be very careful not to reflexively
say I love you.
I put my phone away and noticed that my mom was studying me
with a funny little smile on her face. Then in the most casual tone, she asked.
"So, does she love you as much as you love her?"
My heart nearly stopped. I couldn't respond.
"That was a lovely charade. Unnecessary, but
lovely."
I couldn't speak. My brain frantically searched for words
but found only shocked silence.
"Oh, honey." She began, in a soothing motherly
voice. "You're my baby. Did you think I wouldn't know? It was plain to see
at the cabin that you two are in love. You spent the weekend with her?"
I forced myself to reply. "Yes," I said, fearing
that it was all over. I felt like crying.
"Good," Mom said simply.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom knew about me and
Melissa, and she was... Happy for me? "So, you're not mad about us?"
"Oh, Charles. Love is so precious. It doesn't matter
where you find it, but when you do, you hold on with both hands and never let
go."
My tears came then, flowing hard as I released all my
pent-up fears and anxiety. Mom held me as I cried on her shoulder. She gently
rubbed my back like she used to do when I was a kid.
When my crying subsided, she held my shoulders at arm's
length. "Now, tell me about her."
I did. In the conversation that followed, I was more honest
and open about my feelings than I could remember being to anyone other than
Melissa. I explained how we knew what each other was thinking or feeling, just
by looking into each other's eyes. I told her how I wanted to improve myself,
to be a better person for Melissa. And, looking back on it with a touch of
horror, I did my best to explain the connection I felt with Melissa when we
made love. Throughout it all, my mother was nothing but caring and
understanding. After all the fear of this moment, it was surreal. It felt so
good, so liberating to tell her how I felt about Melissa.
When I was done, I asked Mom. "Does Dad know?"
"Oh, I doubt he picked up on it."
"Are you going to tell him?"
Of all the people in the family, I was sure that Dad would
be the least likely to accept. He had always been very traditional. Kind and
gentle, but with a very strict moral compass.
"Of course. He's my husband. The way you feel about
Melissa, I feel about him." She hugged me again. "Don't be ashamed.
Love her with all your heart, and everything else will work itself out."
She kissed me on the cheek and told me that she loved me. I
told her that I loved her too, and said goodnight.
I went to my bedroom, shut the door, and called Melissa.
"What's up?" She answered. "I didn't think
I'd hear from you until tomorrow."
Deciding to just be direct about it, I said. "My mother
has officially given us her blessing."
The line was silent as Melissa processed this. When she
spoke, I could tell that she was crying.
"How did she find out?" She asked.
I recounted the whole conversation.
"See? I told you your mom was the best."
"She really is."
"So, what now?" She asked, with a bit of anxiety.
"She said that she had to tell everyone because it's
better to have it out in the open than have to keep lying to the family. I
agreed."
After a short pause, Melissa said. "Me too."
As it turns out, my family's reaction was both better than I
had feared and worse than I had hoped. My parents had called a family meeting
and all of my immediate family, and their spouses, showed up. There were those
like my mom, and my brother Mark, who were supportive and genuinely happy for
me. On the other end of things, there were people like my second older brother,
Stephen, and his wife, who were disgusted and called me a pervert.
Most were somewhere in the middle, either not understanding
and being polite about it, or just ambivalent to the whole issue.
Then there was my dad. He just sat there the whole time,
with a frown on his face, and never spoke a word. I couldn't tell if he was
ashamed, or angry, or what, and it tore me up inside. He had never in his life
been shy about voicing his opinion. After my mom, he was who I needed
acceptance from the most. I desperately wanted him to say something, anything,
but he never did. His silence cut deeper than any insult or accusation ever
could.
At the beginning, and with prompting from my mom, I had
stood before everyone, confessing Melissa's and my love for each other, and
that I was moving out to live with her in Duluth. After the initial shock and
spectrum of reactions, I sat down and answered questions.
Now, not being able to bear my father's silence any longer,
I stood again, interrupting several side conversations. I addressed the whole
group, but my words were meant for my father more than anyone.
"Melissa and I truly love each other. Nothing you do or
say can change it. Accept it, accept us, or don't. I don't care."
Dad didn't react, didn't even look me in the eyes.
I rushed to my room and locked the door. I curled up on my
bed and cried, harder than I could remember ever crying before. The stress of
the family meeting and my dad's non-reaction had utterly destroyed me. I held a
pillow over my head to muffle the sounds of my uncontrollable sobs, and to hide
my face from the
40 min
June 22 Cabin Cousins: Part 4
Cabin Cousins: Part 4
Costumes and characters.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connections.

We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could
both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we
had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our
empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me.
"That hit the spot." She said with a sigh.
"There's been a lot of that recently."
Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?"
We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being
near each other.
Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show
you our costumes."
I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling
things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser.
"This is yours." She said, handing me a blue
police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a
mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake
mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video.
I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my
prisoner?"
"As much fun as that could be, no."
Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a
small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a
matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered
headdress.
"We're the Village People?" I asked.
Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you
like it?"
"I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?"
"Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier."
She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this."
The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I
couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face.
"Do you... not like it?" I asked.
"It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on
and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and
when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just
showed up to the party. Okay?"
I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what
Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination.
Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago;
and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for
the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear
anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly
as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to
be very careful in how I reacted.
"Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded
me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay.
Open your eyes."
I did and said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low,
giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to
just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back,
bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer
briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long
muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was
struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about
the prospect of revealing so much skin.
While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was
talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the
other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the
other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous."
My antics made Melissa giggle.
"Who is she here with?" "I don't know him.
Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard."
Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her,
happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension.
When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not
too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on
the hem of the skirt.
"It's more than a bikini."
"I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on
the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get
the right words out for what she wanted to say.
I sat on the bed next to her.
"It's not too... slutty, is it?" She
asked, staring at the floor.
Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head
towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's
how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are."
"I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem
so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you."
"Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in
letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and
maintaining eye contact.
She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed
muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's
stunt double in Red Sonja."
I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was
a goddess."
This got a smile from her. "I think you're
biased."
"Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She
still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't
matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?"
"Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels
really good."
"You look amazing."
"Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I
don't know if I can take that."
She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every
guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to
know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her.
"It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a
girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because
she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she
knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty."
I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She
still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my
intent.
"I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss.
"Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and
won't have to pretend anymore."
"Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to
wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you
but..."
She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with
admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the
waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her
entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running
between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She
stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against
her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants.
"Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear.
"It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing
my bare ass to everybody."
"Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone
other than me can see it."
Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing
this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If
people are going to see me, they're going to see you too."
I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be
hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my
pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I
rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs,
my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants,
and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible.
"That's fair." Then she said mischievously.
"Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less
chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps."
We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her
warmly. "I love you."
"I love you." She replied.
"If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I
said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are
together."
I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said.
"Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six
hours."
"How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?"
"Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not
wearing this to the video store."
We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street
from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both
changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top,
albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked
much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy'
section.
After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the
box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa.
"Nice." She said, grinning.
Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold
Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we
cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja.
We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being
close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt
attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my
perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well,
her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those.
The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to
more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me.
"I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on
the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a
goddess."
"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked
suggestively.
Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you
think I want to do?"
Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I
said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman
unless she can beat me in a fair fight."
Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line.
"That's a challenge I might think about someday."
"What about right now?"
"Why not?"
When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her
by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted
around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She
straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching
that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa
thought so too.
She leaned down and we kissed deeply.
I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen
will have what she demands."
"Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone
that made it sound like a command.
She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and
giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as
quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants
and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with
my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly.
Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my
shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way
back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as
she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants
off, taking the red thong with them.
She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit
up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down.
She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail
of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading
them apart.
I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and
caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to
my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly
on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she
grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it.
I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her
eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked
away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be
absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me,
seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could.
My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much
quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she
sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior
queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in
satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed.
Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum,
still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her
swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile.
"That one was all mine." She purred, before
kissing me.
I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and
held her tight as we kissed.
She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she
pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn."
She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself
onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest.
Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my
tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body
responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push
up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed
against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of
her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading
her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body
complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me.
Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily.
"Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the
edge of climax.
I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick
circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed
uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the
intensity with which I ate her.
She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my
arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply,
with Melissa still twitching occasionally.
We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said.
"Tasting myself on you is hot."
I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her
lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating
her.
"Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I
asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play.
"Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You
did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more."
Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She
raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in
pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat
up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she
gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat.
Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my
hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her,
marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me,
drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching
her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated
in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each
sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside.
I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are
a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths.
When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin
pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her
ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her
hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I
could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show,
maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her.
Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I
could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward
and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the
couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying
me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her
firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching
the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too
much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming.
Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I
wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the
session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner
thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips.
She must have been close because, with an exclamation of
primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped
tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her.
We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed
my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms
around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground
her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other
seemingly inexhaustible.
Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed
each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had
shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual
release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her,
something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a
state of utter awe of this woman.
"You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words
were inadequate to express my feelings.
Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I
didn't go too far with being in control did I?"
I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really
hot."
She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really
good."
I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in
control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and
be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control,
particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just
follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was.
Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the
nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being
second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take
control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have
still loved it.
"It did." I agreed. "I like this side of
you."
"What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then
the other playfully.
She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that
she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was
exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an
inhibition.
"The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but
serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what
she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world
needs to see more of this part of you."
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June 21 Cabin Cousins: Part 3
Cabin Cousins: Part 3
The love between Charles and Melissa grows.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connections.

Chapter Eleven
I pressed the green 'send' button and put my phone to my ear
as it began to ring. It rang only once before the clear voice of an angel
excitedly asked, "Hello?".
"Hi, Melissa! I made it home safe," I replied with
an equal amount of excitement.
"I miss you already," Melissa said with a sigh.
"I miss you too."
Hearing her voice and remembering the events of the last
couple of days, made me hard. As we talked, about nothing in particular, I
absently rubbed my erection through my jeans. We talked for about an hour,
before we were both running out of things to say.
"When can we see each other again?" She asked the
question I know she had been dying to ask since she first said hello."
"I'm already on the schedule to work open to close all
of next weekend, and I don't think I could get away with taking two weekends
off in a row."
"Yeah, I have to work too." She said. "My
bosses are going out of town, so there's no way I could get out of it."
"What about the weekend after that? I could probably
get it off." I asked hopefully.
"Me too." Then, excitedly. "That Saturday is
Halloween! We could go to a party?"
"That sounds like fun. Up there, or down here?" I
asked, meaning where she lived in Duluth, or where I did in the Twin Cities.
"Up here. There won't be any brothers sneaking around
to overhear us."
We both laughed, still slightly embarrassed that my older
brother Mark had heard us making love in my tent before dawn that very morning.
"I'll figure out what party we'll go to. You need to
make up a convincing excuse for your parents on why you're going to be in
Duluth all weekend." She said, reminding us both of the importance of
keeping our relationship a secret.
"I can do that." I didn't want to stop talking
with Melissa ever, but I knew I had to. Sighing, I said. "I have to work
early tomorrow. I should go get something to eat and get to bed."
"Yeah, me too," Her reluctance to end the call was
evident. "I'll call you at about eight tomorrow night?"
"I'll be here," I said, already excited at the
prospect of talking with her again.
"I love you, Charles."
Those simple words made my heart flutter.
"I love you, Melissa," I replied, and in an
unspoken agreement that we wouldn't say goodbye, we both ended the call.
I sat there for a while, my heart still fluttering. In less
than two weeks, I'll see her again. This time, I'll be going to her place in
Duluth. The idea of spending a weekend with her, without having to worry about
being found out, made me almost giddy with excitement. That night, when I
jerked off before falling asleep, it was with the thought of what Melissa and I
would do alone in her apartment.
When she called me the next day, it was with her new cell
phone. She said she had to get one because now she had important calls that she
couldn't miss. It wasn't a big thing, but it felt good that she would do it
just to make sure she could talk to me.
We talked every night for the next week and a half and made
our plans for the upcoming weekend. I would go up after work Friday night, and
then on Saturday, we would go to a party that one of Melissa's friends, Ashley,
was already planning on going to. Melissa excitedly explained that we were
going to double date with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, James and that
they already had a plan for a costume theme. As curious as I was, Melissa
playfully refused to tell me what the theme was, saying that she would take
care of getting our costumes together.
I had gotten in touch with a high school friend of mine who
had started classes at the state university. Rob was a year older than me and
had been living in a dorm on campus. I asked him straight up if I could use
visiting him as an excuse for being in Duluth with a girl I didn't want my
parents to know about. (I specifically did not mention who this girl was.)
"You'll owe me one." He had said, laughing.
"But I got you, bro."
The days went by slowly, the growing ache in my heart
tempered only by our nightly phone calls. Knowing that I would hear her voice
in the evening, was something I looked forward to from the moment the previous
call ended. I loved our talks, even when neither of us had anything
particularly interesting to say. But I needed more. I needed to hold her, smell
her, and taste her on my lips.
The most anticipated Friday had finally come. Since I was
taking the rest of the weekend off, my boss had convinced me to work a long
shift. A twelve-hour shift that started at eight in the morning sucked, but the
money was nice. Besides, Melissa had to work until eight to close up the store
she worked at anyway.
My work was busy most of the day, the store being filled
with people buying last-minute Halloween decorations, or supplies to get one
more project done while the weather was still decent. In the evening, business
trailed off, and by six-thirty, the store was nearly empty.
I tracked down the outdoor lumberyard supervisor, Gary, who
was my immediate boss. I asked him if since it was so dead in the store, I
could leave early. He laughed and asked if I had a hot date. I grinned and said
that yeah, I actually did. He made shooing gestures at me with his hands and
laughed again, telling me to hurry up and get out of there.
On my way out of the store, I went through a checkout line
to buy a pack of breath mints. I saw disposable cameras hanging on a hook next
to all the other assorted impulse-buy items they had on display there. I
realized that I didn't have a single picture of Melissa, so I bought one of
those too. Sales strategy: successful.
I had packed my bag the night before, so I left work and
drove directly onto the freeway to head north. It was a little more than a
two-hour drive to Duluth, but it seemed to take twice that long. I couldn't
wait to hold Melissa again. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, and
my pants got tight when I thought of the moans she would make as I made her
cum. I had done some "research" in the time we had last seen each
other, and I had a few new things I wanted to try.
So lost was I in my imagination, that I almost missed my
exit. I pulled off the freeway, and onto Grand Ave. I was less than a mile away
now, and the closer I got to her apartment, the more my anticipation grew. As I
pulled into the parking lot, and stopped my truck next to Melissa's Toyota, my
heart was pounding with excitement. I got out of my truck and was about to
knock on her door, the one marked (appropriately, I thought) with the number
ten.
Before I could knock, the door swung inwards, and there she
was. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a pale pink tank top, she stood there for a
moment, grinning at me like a little kid who had just opened a Christmas
present to find the thing she had wanted most in the whole world.
Suddenly, she leaped forward and nearly knocked me over as
she wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling
deeply.
"You're real." She said softly. She pulled back a
bit and giggled when she saw the slightly confused expression on my face.
She kissed me, deeply and passionately. It was sweeter than
I had dreamed about, more delicious than, well, words fail to describe it. All
I can say is that after nearly two weeks apart, kissing her was pure bliss.
She made a soft moan into my mouth when I grabbed her ass
and pulled her in tight to me. I could feel through her sweatpants that she
wasn't wearing panties, and my cock twitched at the thought. Neither of us
wanted to stop the kiss, but I felt her shiver in the crisp night air.
She broke off the kiss and took a half step towards the
door. "It's cold out here, come inside."
"I gotta grab my backpack," I said pointing back
to my truck.
"Close the door tight when you come in, it kinda
sticks." She said, dashing inside and closing the door just enough so it
didn't latch.
I grabbed my bag, and hurried in, bumping my back hard
against the door until the latch clicked. I got my first look at her apartment.
In a word, it was small. It was pretty much a converted motel room. There was a
small living room in the front, nearly filled with just a couch, a small desk
and chair, and a TV stand. Behind the couch was a countertop island, and just
enough kitchen space to fit a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink. To the side of
that, was a narrow hallway that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom.
The furnishings were second-hand, but the place was clean,
and had a somewhat cozy feel to it. I had taken all this in in a few seconds,
but then my eyes noticed something. On the floor in the living room was a pale
pink tank top, the one Melissa had been wearing just a moment before.
I dropped my backpack next to the door and started towards
the hallway. Though the front room was brightly lit, the hall and what lay
beyond was dark. I found her sweatpants, then a little farther, a bra. My eyes
were slowly becoming adjusted to the dark, and I could see the outline of a bed
in the middle of a small room. As I approached, I began to undress, carelessly
tossing my work clothes on the floor.
Now completely naked, I put my hands down on the edge of the
bed and found her perfect bare feet. I caressed her soles for a moment, then
slowly ran my hands up her legs. As I climbed onto the bed, my hands slid
further up, and I followed them with a trail of light kisses.
When my face reached her groin, I could feel her squirm,
eager for my touch. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal and could
feel the heat of her radiating onto my face. Gently, I pushed her knees aside
and slid my palms up her inner thighs. I lowered my face, and as softly as I
could, I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of her labia.
She inhaled sharply and shuddered. I moved my tongue back
down, with the gentlest of contact, and she rocked her hips towards me,
desperate for me to do more. Slowly, I pushed my tongue against her hole, and
licked her fully, her lips spreading as my tongue moved up. When it brushed
across her clit, she twitched and groaned in pleasure.
I closed my mouth over her, and lapped gently, running my
tongue between her lips and across her clit over and over. She put her hands on
my head, holding my face to her as her moans grew louder. Every so often, I
changed the motion of my tongue, how fast it went, and how hard or softly I
licked her, paying close attention to how her body reacted, and making changes
accordingly.
We fell into a rhythm, where she started rocking her hips in
time with my tongue, and with every motion she expelled her rapid breath quick
sharp groan. Suddenly, her hands grasped my hair tightly, and she held her
breath as her whole body convulsed. She let out a long satisfied moan, her body
continuing to twitch periodically.
I licked slowly alongside, and below her pussy, lapping up
her delicious juices. She continued to moan, becoming quieter as she came down
from her explosive orgasm.
I felt so much joy that I was able to do this to her. Her
pleasure was my pleasure.
Finally, when she was able to speak, she gasped out.
"Oh my God that was intense!" She pulled on the back of my head
urgently. "Come here."
As I moved up, I quickly swiped a hand over my soaking wet
face and smeared it on my cock.
The hands on the back of my head led my lips to hers, and
when our mouths met, I guided my cock into her, burying myself as deeply as I
could. We both exhaled a grunt of pleasure. Her legs wrapped tightly around me
as we kissed furiously, losing ourselves to unbridled desire. I began to pump
my cock in and out of her with deep, hard thrusts.
We had to stop kissing to breathe, so we just stared into
each other's eyes. The connection we had made two weeks ago was somehow made
stronger with our separation. As we gave ourselves completely to each other, we
became something so much greater than ourselves. We were a single being, as
beautiful as it was indestructible, burning brighter than the sun.
With every stroke, her legs pulled me into her, and she
started gasping out the occasional word in her sharp exhalations, words like
'yes' and 'harder' and 'faster'. As I felt my orgasm building with unstoppable
urgency, I could feel Melissa's build. In a positive feedback loop, her
pleasure fueled my own, which in turn fueled hers. Again, as if we were a
singular creature, we climaxed together. We never once broke eye contact as I
filled her with my seed, and she spasmed tightly around my cock. We both
exclaimed in exultant joy at the release.
I held her face with my hands, and she held mine. We kissed
quickly, as we both struggled to catch our breath. I was in a state of utter
awe. Before Melissa, I could never have imagined that it was possible to reach
such a state of physical and emotional euphoria. Melissa's eyes were like
mirrors to my soul. I saw reflected there, all the love I felt for her, all of
my wonder, and my sense of ultimate unity.
Saying the words 'I love you' and hearing her respond in
kind, would be so inadequate a way to express how we felt about each other, but
I said them anyway.
"I love you, Melissa," I whispered.
"I love you, Charles." She whispered back.
We nuzzled each other's necks, both still buzzing in the
come-down from our glorious lovemaking. Eventually, though, my cock went soft,
and she made that adorable disappointed noise when it slipped out of her. I
felt a bit of disappointment of my own, as the weariness of my long day began
to set in, and I knew that I didn't have it in me to have a second go with
Melissa. She reluctantly released me from the vise-like grip of her legs, and I
moved onto my side next to her. She turned and lay on her side, facing away
from me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and she wiggled her
ass until my sex-slick cock rested between her cheeks. She sighed with
contentment.
"Melissa?"
"Hmm?" She responded.
"When I got here, what did you mean when you said that
I was real?"
"It was because of a dream I had last night." She
said, somewhat sheepishly.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's kind of silly now, but it was one of those
dreams that seem so real. I dreamed that I was here waiting for you. I waited
and waited, and you never showed up. So I called you, and your number was
disconnected. I looked in my diary, I don't even have a diary, but for some
reason, I did in the dream, and it was all just boring stuff. Not a single
mention of you at all, not even from when we were just kids. In the dream, I
came to the realization that I had imagined everything, that I had become so
lonely that I made up my perfect guy, my perfect best friend, and you didn't
actually exist."
"I'm here," I said. "All of this really
happened."
"I know." She moved my hand that was around her
chest up to her lips, kissing it. "It's just that it seemed so real, it just
stuck with me all day, you know?"
"Have you been that lonely?" I asked, feeling a
pang of sympathy.
She nodded slowly. "For as long as I can remember. I've
got friends, but I've never been super close to any of them. I've never had
anyone who I felt comfortable enough with to just be myself. No one except
you."
I gave her a little squeeze, and she held my arm tightly to
her chest.
She continued speaking. "I lived for those weekends at
the cabin with you. It was the only thing I looked forward to, the only time
growing up that I can remember being truly happy."
"What about your parents?" I asked cautiously,
still not knowing the story about what happened, and whether or not it was an
uncomfortable subject.
"I don't want to think about them right now."
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling horrified that I
might have upset her.
She kissed my hand again. "It's okay, really. We can
talk about them tomorrow if you want, just..." She yawned and pulled my
arms tight around her. "Not right now."
I felt such empathy towards her. Hearing of her loneliness,
and imagining what was behind it, hurt my heart, as if I had felt it firsthand.
I made another silent vow to myself, that I would never let her feel alone. In
making that vow, I knew, as surely as I knew that gravity pulls down, or that
fire was hot, that I would be there for her forever. I would happily devote my
entire life to her, with zero regrets. It was simply the way it was. I kissed
her bare shoulder and nuzzled my face into her hair.
We were both silent after that, and very soon, I could tell
that she had drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her slow
steady breath until it lulled me to sleep.
Chapter Twelve.
I awoke alone in Melissa's bed. I checked my watch, it was
just after nine in the morning. I had arrived at about nine last night, and we
were both asleep not all that long after that. I couldn't remember the last
time I had slept for that long. It felt good. As I stretched, I discovered a
note on the pillow next to me.
It read:
"I wanted to ravish you this morning, but you were
sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I went for a run,
be back soon. Love, Melissa."
I was sure that, given the choice, I would always happily
sacrifice some sleep to be ravished by Melissa. I smiled to myself. We'll just
have to make up for it later.
I found my underwear in a corner, pulled them on, and headed
to the bathroom to take a leak. I retrieved my bag from where I had dropped it
last night, carefully tucked Melissa's note away, and dug out my toiletries
pouch. I had brushed my teeth and was rinsing with some mouthwash when I heard
a key turn the lock on the front door.
Melissa pushed the door closed, and smiled when she saw me
walking out of the hallway. She kept it very warm in her apartment, so I had
been fine to stay in just my boxer briefs. She eyed me up and down as I
approached.
She moved quickly into my open arms, and we kissed briefly.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
"Good morning, beautiful," I replied, giving her
another quick kiss.
Despite the below-freezing temperature outside, she was hot
and sweaty from her exercise. She took off her windbreaker and pulled her
sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra, that I thought
looked very sexy on her athletic figure.
"I need a shower." She said.
Her exposed skin glistened with sweat. On impulse, I leaned
in and licked her, from the middle of her chest, all the way up the side of her
neck.
She giggled and squirmed a bit and halfheartedly said.
"Uh, gross."
With my face still against her neck, I breathed in deep
through my nose. "I love the way you smell." I licked the sweaty skin
of her neck again. "I love the way you taste."
She pulled back slightly so she could see me, and the look
on her face told me that I had just taken a huge stride in squashing one of her
insecurities.
"Come shower with me," She said softly.
I followed as she led me by the hand to the bathroom. The
tiny space felt cramped with two people in it, but I loved the enforced
closeness with Melissa. As sensually as she could in the space, she stripped
off the rest of her clothes, then tugged down on the waistband of my underwear,
sending them to my ankles.
She kept her hands on my waist, and I put a hand to her
face, kissing her sweetly.
She bit the corner of her lower lip, in a pensive
expression. "Will you..." She asked slowly. "Let me shave
you?"
I brushed a hand across my face. What facial hair I was able
to grow was fine, blonde, and didn't grow very fast. My face still felt smooth
from when I had shaved the previous morning.
With a nervous smile, Melissa pointedly glanced down, and I
caught her meaning. I had never shaved down there before, and honestly, the
thought had never occurred to me. Seeing the slightly hopeful expression on her
face, I was open to the idea.
"Okay," I replied.
39 min
June 20 Cabin Cousins: Part 2
Cabin Cousins: Part 2
A Quest for family acceptance.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connections.

Chapter Six.
Walking up into the cabin yard, we could see that we had
missed dinner. My mom and older sisters were busy bringing the leftovers and
supplies back into the cabin.
"You two were gone all day, where did you go?" My
mom asked.
"We went all the way out to the pine grove." I
said sheepishly, forgetting for a moment that I was an adult now, and not a
little kid that adults needed to look after.
"That's a long ways! We were getting worried."
"We had a picnic in the clearing, and we lost track of
time. Sorry." Said Melissa.
Which I guess was an accurate, if vague and incomplete,
account of what happened.
"Well, if you're hungry; there's hot dogs and brats,
potato salad, and baked beans in the crock pot."
Giving Melissa a quick glance, I said. "I'm
starving." Managing to do so with a straight face.
We roasted hot dogs over the fire, and both of us had
several servings of beans. The 'baked beans' were really a meal in themselves.
My mom would make this stuff for just about every family gathering, and it
never got old. There was no less than four different types of beans, chunks of
bacon, and ground beef. Between Chili and stew, there was this, and it was one
of my favorite foods. Melissa was enjoying it as much as I was; apparently,
because neither of us said a word until we had thrown our empty paper plates
into the fire, and were carrying the uneaten food back into the cabin.
"That was so good. My mom never cooked anything like
that. The limit of her skills was frozen pizza and hamburger helper."
"I'm sure mom would be happy to give you the recipe."
I said.
"There's no way I could make anything taste this
good." Melissa said with a snort of self-derisive laughter.
"You can do anything you put your mind to. I have faith
in you."
She was quiet for a few seconds, and when she looked at me
to respond, her eyes were positively glowing with love.
"Thank you. That really means a lot."
"Anytime." I said softly, before lurching forward
to open the screen door for her.
Dinner put away, we went back to the benches around the fire
pit, where most everyone was gathered. In an unspoken agreement, Melissa and I
did not sit next to each other, both of us having independently come to the
conclusion that it would be far too easy to betray our ruse of mere friendship,
by being just a bit too touchy-feely. As a compromise, we sat on opposite sides
of the fire, so we could look at each other with impunity under the guise of
watching the flames.
We occasionally joined in on discussing whatever gossip or
topic was going around, but neither of us were as involved as we otherwise
might have been. Will the Vikings beat the Packers? Even if the Monday night
game was in Lambeau field? Will Denis Green make good on his threat that the
Vikings will leave the state if the govt. doesn’t build another stadium? Uncle
Bert warned us that if the Vikings leave, all our kids will grow up as Packer
fans, since they were the closest franchise to Minnesota. The relatives all
groaned at that notion, and they concurred that a stadium must get built.
Melissa and I just smiled and winked to each other as
everyone else was in rapt attention to Bert’s ominous prophesy.
I was entranced by the firelight reflected in her eyes, eyes
that very rarely looked away from me. The light danced and sparkled in her
eyes, and made her honey-blond hair glow red and orange. Her cheeks were
flushed by the heat, that same adorable rosy color I had seen on her face for a
very different reason, earlier today.
My body reacted to these thoughts, and I had to shift my
seating position slightly to conceal my 'excitement'. Across the fire, Melissa
gave me that smile, the one she kept just for me, and in her eyes, I saw the
need, burning hot.
Again, at the end of the night, we were the last two people
at the fire. She stood and walked around to join me on my metal glider bench. I
scooted over a little bit, so when she sat, it wouldn't be on a cold piece of
bench. I wondered if she realized what I did, and why. Not that it mattered to
me if I got recognition for that tiny act of kindness. I would do a thousand
such acts, never once needing anything more than the satisfaction that I made
her just the tiniest bit more comfortable.
She leaned against me and sighed. I could tell that she was
genuinely tired. I was too.
"I think I will remember this day for the rest of my
life." She said quietly, while staring into the fire.
"Agreed." I said, in like fashion; then looked at
her. "But the day's not over yet."
She looked at me with a huge smile. "I'd tell you to
behave, but I don't want you to."
After that, we sat for a long time in comfortable silence,
watching the fire slowly die down. The last few lights inside of the cabin and
each RV had gone out, and the world was silent, save for an occasional pop or
crackle from the dying fire.
Far enough away that it was barely audible, a wolf howled
from deep within the forest to the west. Another wolf answered from across the
lake water, to the east, it's mournful howl echoing up and down the lake, and
sending shivers up my spine.
I loved hearing the wolves howl; and looking at Melissa, so did
she. In the busier times of the year, the wolves stayed farther away from the
more populated areas, preferring to keep their distance from the noisy tourists
and weekend warriors that invaded their territory. But here in the fall, as
less and less people came up to their cabins, they would return, and let their
presence be known to anyone lucky enough to hear.
I stood, and after taking a good look around, made sure no
one was watching us. I led Melissa by the hand to my tent.
Chapter Seven.
She entered first, and when I turned after zipping the tent
closed after myself, Melissa had already pulled off the hoodie and tee shirt
she had been wearing, and was working on taking her pants off. “ I remember
that I wore jeans to bed last night. In Girl Scouts they told us to always take
off sweaty clothes before trying to sleep. The moisture cools and can cause
your body to lose a lot of heat.”
I quickly pulled my hoody off over my head, then paused a
moment to stare. Melissa, clad only in a white bra and pale blue panties, was
scrambling to get inside my big flannel-lined sleeping bag. My God, was she
gorgeous. Feeling my cock instantly become hard as iron, I started fumbling
with the laces to my boots.
She had pulled the sleeping bag up over her head, and as I
got my first boot off, I saw her reach a hand out and toss her bra onto her
pile of clothes. I attacked the other boot with renewed urgency. I got it
undone, and was undoing my belt when she poked her head out and smiled as she
watched me. My attention wavered again, when she grinned at me and tossed her
panties on top of her bra.
I hooked my thumbs inside my pants, and pulled them off,
taking my underwear with them. In situations like these, when time is critical,
efficiency is key.
Melissa eyed me up and down, her need for me clear on her
face. She opened the sleeping bag slightly, and I quickly crawled inside. She
was laying on her side, and I slid into her awaiting arms.
As our mouths met, our limbs intertwined. She wrapped a leg
around me, and used it to pull me close. I moved a knee up, and could feel the
wetness of her pussy as I pressed my thigh against her. She moaned as we
kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I put a hand on her firm ass,
and pulled her hips even closer to mine. My cock was now pressed tightly
against her belly.
She ran a hand down my back to my ass, giving it a squeeze.
We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's naked flesh with our hands.
She adjusted slightly, and kissed my neck, then whispered
into my ear. "I need you inside of me."
“My fingers are pleased to accept your invitation, my dear
Melissa.”
“You know what I mean, mister. I need cock! Hard cock. Thick
cock, your cock!” she sternly whispered in my ear.
It was already getting pretty hot and stuffy inside the sleeping
bag, so I pulled the edge down, exposing our heads. Outside, the moon had risen
above the trees, and was shining bright in the clear autumn sky. Enough light
made it through the tent that I could see her somewhat clearly. She had an
anxious expression on her angelic face.
"Charles; This is my first time." She whispered.
"Oh yeah? Mine too." I replied.
"Well, okay; I'm not physically a virgin anymore."
She said tentatively. "I've got this toy at home" She said, obviously
expecting me to be upset or disappointed.
I cut her off with a kiss, then said. "That doesn't
matter. Does a tampon make you not a virgin? Does a pelvic exam cost you your
virginity?" It didn't. In fact, it was a huge relief. I had always been so
worried that if and when I took a girl's virginity, that it would hurt her.
Well, problem solved.
"You're not disappointed?" She asked.
I kissed her again, and smiled. "I never want to hurt
you, even the slightest bit. Now I don't have to worry about first-time painful
issues."
Her own relief was evident in the passion with which she
kissed me. We untangled our legs, and she gently pushed me flat on my back. She
climbed on top of me; her knees straddling my chest. She reached a hand between
her legs, and found my cock, positioning it beneath her. Our eyes locked as she
slowly lowered herself onto me. In unison, we let out gasps of pleasure as I
slid deep within her silky wetness.
Her pussy felt tight around my, happy turgid cock. The
sensation of being inside of her was unlike anything I had imagined, and being
an eighteen-year-old guy, I had imagined a lot. I grabbed her ass with both
hands and pulled her farther down, while pushing my hips up, desperate to get
just a little bit deeper.
Melissa leaned in and I began sucking one tit while fondling
the other. Then she rested her chest on mine, putting her weight on me. She
buried her face against my neck, and made a low moan of satisfaction. “I just
want to hold you forever, like this!” she added.
We stayed still, both of us content to savor this first act
of ultimate intimacy. I was glad for it, because I was already perilously close
to cumming, and I didn't want it to be over this quickly. I wanted to last as
long as it took, to completely satisfy her.
She raised her chest up just enough so that we could look in
each other's eyes. I saw her need for me, burning hotter than any camp fire,
matching my own need for her.
Maintaining eye contact, she raised her hips slowly, drawing
me almost fully out of herself. When just the head of my cock remained inside
her, she reversed direction, and eased me back inside. Again, with hands on her
ass, I pushed upwards to get that extra bit more. Her hips also flexed in a
slow twerk motion, to swallow all of my happy cock.
We repeated this several more times, and I could feel that I
was sliding in and out more freely. I surmised that it was because her body had
relaxed and become accustomed to me, and that I had become well lubricated by
her juices.
I started to pull down on her ass with more force, and
pulling back with my hips when she rose hers up, increasing the speed that I
was being thrust inside of her. Faster and faster we went, the need for each
other finally, and completely set loose.
I could feel her body begin to tense, and her knees squeezed
hard against the sides of my chest. She started to let out a moan with every
breath. Watching the heat escalate in her eyes, and feeling her body build to
orgasm, from inside of her, was ecstasy, and I was quickly past the
point of no return. I grunted as I pushed myself deep inside her one last time,
holding her down on me tightly. My cock pulsed over and over, seemingly
emptying my balls inside of her.
As she explained to me later, feeling my cum spurt inside of
her is what tipped her over the edge, and as my cock was still spasming, I felt
her pussy clamp tightly around me as she came. She tensed and shivered, and her
eyes rolled back slightly. She let out her held breath with a long shaky sigh,
and her mouth fell to mine.
We kissed slowly and deeply, reveling in the glow of our
mutual orgasm.
I had dreamed of my first time, and fantasized about it more
times than I could remember, but nothing in my teenage hormone-fueled
imagination compared to this. All of my fantasies had completely missed the
point. As I kissed Melissa, with my cock still deep inside her, I marveled at
the discovery that the greatest thing about sex wasn't the physical pleasure of
the act. Don't get me wrong, it felt amazing, but the connection to another
person was exceedingly more profound.
I struggled to find appropriate words to describe the
sensation of merging your entire essence with another person; To need, and be
needed. To accept, and be accepted. To love, and be loved. The mind, body, and
soul of two people, fusing together to become something far greater than the
sum of their individuality.
We were both sweaty, and still panting. Melissa rested her
weight fully on my chest, and nuzzled my neck. I began massaging her back, and
she groaned, her body relaxing further.
After a little while, I felt my cock going soft. Melissa
made the cutest sound of disappointment when it inevitably slipped out of her.
I felt the same way. I wanted to be inside her forever, to feel that
connection, forever.
Melissa rolled off of me, and we lay face to face. As we
looked in each other's eyes once more, I was reassured. The connection we made
couldn't end just because my cock wasn't inside of her anymore. It was eternal.
We both felt it, both knew it as a fundamental truth of our existence.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you." She whispered back.
We both smiled, and kissed softly, caressing each other’s
cheeks.
"I saw it in your eyes." I said.
"When did you first see it?"
"I figured it out when we got to the clearing. But I'm
pretty sure I saw it before that."
She looked at me with mock pity, and patted my cheek with
her hand. "Silly boy. Didn't you know?"
"Know what?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I've loved you my entire life. You
never knew?"
I didn't know what to say.
She giggled. "I used to tell my friends that I had a
boyfriend. I'd lie and say that he was the neighbor boy who lived in the cabin
next door to the one my family took me to."
I snorted a laugh.
"It was a big deal for a teenage girl, to have this
mysterious boyfriend that no one had ever met. I'd tell them stories about our
adventures exploring the woods, all true. Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Well yeah, I had to embellish a few details about our
relationship."
I laughed, and kissed her. "I'm sorry I never realized,
but you were, like, my best friend. It never even occurred to me to think about
you like that."
"It's okay, really. I wouldn't change our times
together." She got a far-away look in her eyes, as she thought of the
past. "It was never sexual, you know, just naive little girl dreams of the
storybook happily ever after, without any concept of what that actually
entails." She giggled again. "Most of the time I thought the idea of
kissing a boy was gross."
I laughed with her, and kissed her.
She made a face and said. "Uh, boy germs."
In response, I kissed her deeply.
When we broke off the kiss she said. "Yum, boy
germs."
Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Eight.
I awoke again sometime before dawn. The moon had set, and it
was so dark that I couldn't see anything at all. Melissa was still cuddled up
in my arms, and I could feel her shallow breath on my face. I imagined the look
of her face, as I had seen it the previous morning, serene, content, stunningly
beautiful.
I very gently ran my hand along her perfect skin, over her
back, across her deliciously firm ass, and down the thigh that was still
wrapped around me, holding us tightly together. My hand roved slowly, studying
every inch of her that I could reach. She had two shallow dimples at the base
of her back, that in my mind’s eye, were absolutely adorable.
I ran my fingertips down, along the curve of her ass crack,
to the tender skin where her ass met the back of her thigh. Her breath changed,
and she seemed to sigh with pleasure. I stopped what I was doing, not wanting
to wake her.
"Don't stop. I like that." I heard her whisper,
barely louder than her light breathing.
My hand continued its explorations, running down the inside
curve of the back of her thigh to the back of her knee, then back up to where
her legs met, and up through her ass crack. From there, I did the same with the
other leg, moving my fingertips gently, caressing, down and back up.
I explored the complex curves where her legs came together,
and she sighed with pleasure once again when I ran my fingertips along that
most sensitive area alongside her pussy. I trailed my fingers along one side,
back to alongside her asshole, then did the same on the other side. Her breath
would hitch slightly when I brushed against her labia.
I decided to tease her with the prospect of that particular
contact, letting my fingers caress ever closer, without actually touching her
lips. Her breathing had increased, and I felt the wetness seeping out of her.
I pushed gently on the leg she had around me, prompting her
to lay flat on her back with her arms at her sides. She seemed perfectly
content to lay still and let me continue. I sat up next to her, and used both
hands to explore her body. I began at her face, caressing her cheeks, and
moving across her temples, around her ears, and under her jawline. I leaned
over and kissed her cheek. Though it was still pitch black darkness, I could
feel her smile, and could see it clearly in my mind.
My hands moved down her neck, and briefly massaged her
shoulders, before easing towards her chest. I found her tits, and brushed my
palms across her erect nipples before cupping them with a gentle squeeze. As I
noted before, her tits weren't overly large, and certainly not comically large
like most of the women in the porno mags and videos I've seen. I thought they
were perfect.
My caressing fingers roamed up to her shoulders, then slowly
down the inside of her arms. I brushed her wrists as delicately as possible,
soliciting a sigh. I ran my fingers across her palms, and down each of her
fingers, which she seemed to like a lot.
I added to her enjoyment of having her fingers caressed, to
a growing mental list of ways she particularly liked being touched. Correctly
guessing on the location of her belly button in the dark, I leaned over and
planted a kiss on her belly, just below her waistline. She made another
non-distinct sound of pleasure under her breath. I made a trail of kisses up to
her belly button, adding soft licks with the tip of my tongue.
I licked in a circle around her belly button, and noted the
lack of a positive, or negative, response from Melissa. I trailed my tongue and
lips slowly up her chest, to between her tits. I cupped her tits, and licked a
nipple, which got a very positive result. I licked little circles around her
very erect nipple, then closed my mouth over it, sucking gently. Her chest rose
with a deep intake of breath. I moved over to the other nipple, and did the
same.
Melissa was starting to get really worked up, and I again
felt great joy that I was able to give her so much pleasure.
I moved up to her face, and kissed her softly on the lips.
She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me with passionate enthusiasm.
Finally the broke off the kiss, and as she caught her
breath, she whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful. I get to explore
you now."
She gently pushed me onto my back. She leaned over me and
kissed me once on the lips, then moved to my neck, kissing softly, and teasing
my skin with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing
fully.
She massaged my shoulders and upper arms, then trailed her
fingertips down to my hands lik
43 min
June 19 Cabin Cousins: Part 1
Cabin Cousins: Part 1
Cousins reunion: a childhood friendship becomes love.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.

Chapter One.
It was one of those glorious mid-October days in Minnesota,
where morning frost gives way to clear blue skies and temperatures warm enough
for wearing tee shirts.
My name is Charles, by the way, nice to meet you. Please
don't call me Charlie, or Chuck or Chucky, I hate that. I work at a big box
home improvement store near my home on the west side of the Twin Cities. I'm
eighteen, and have spent most of the summer since graduating, being overworked
and underpaid. I took Saturday, Sunday, and half of Friday off so that I could
drive up and spend the weekend 'up north' at the family cabin, near Pelican
Lake.
Built by my great grandfather, Olaf Larson, in the early
1900's, the cabin was a place that anyone in my (quite large) extended family
was free to use. The cabin itself is rather small, just a single room, adorned
with a century's worth of hunting trophies and antique nick knacks. There were
spaces in the woods around the cabin yard where people would park their RV's, and
some nice grassy clearings for setting up tents. There was someone there on
most weekends between spring and fall, and sometimes it was a pretty full
house, with ten or twenty people showing up for a relaxing weekend of doing
nothing. This, likely the last weekend of decent weather for the next six
months or so, was going to be a busy one.
I was halfway through the three hour drive, when my mom
called me on my cell phone to make sure I was on my way, and if I had
remembered my tent. Yes, I had remembered my tent, and yes, I remembered my
sleeping bag and an extra blanket because it was going to get cold at night.
Thanks, mom. Then she listed off who was there, and who else was on their way.
Aunts and uncles, older brothers and sisters, relatives of every age and
variety.
My heart skipped a beat though, when she added as an
afterthought that my cousin Melissa Olson, was there. Actually, she was my
second cousin, but more importantly, she was my friend. Growing up, my weekends
were occupied by exploring the woods around the cabin, fishing and swimming in
the lake, or just hanging out around the fire pit chatting and telling stories.
Many of those weekends, Melissa was right there at my side. I had more in
common with her than with any of the male relatives close to my age, in terms
of interests and personality, so often it was just the two of us.
About three years back, there was some kind of family drama
that I really didn't pay attention to, but as a result, the whole branch of the
family that Melissa belonged to stopped showing up to family gatherings. I was
fifteen at the time, and though I was really sad that I didn't get to see
Melissa anymore, I was, you know, fifteen. At that age, there is so much going
on in your life that, as sad as a change may be, something else always fills
the gap.
Once off the phone with my mom, all I could think about was
Melissa. Memories of our adventures effervesced in my mind. I thought of the
last time I saw her, how she smiled and said "See you next time!"
with a quick hug. Through the years growing up, I never really put much thought
into her appearance, but remembering that last goodbye, it dawned on me that
she had always been quite pretty. At fifteen, she was only a little shorter
than my own average height, and had a slim athletic build. She was always big
into track and field sports at her school. What I remember most about her was
her smile, carefree and easily expressed, and her eyes. She had the most
beautiful icy blue eyes I had ever seen, eyes that truly were windows to her
soul. Maybe it's just that I knew her so well, but with just one glance at her
eyes, I could tell instantly what she was feeling, and have a pretty good idea
of what she was thinking about. I wondered if it would be the same way after
not seeing her for three years.
She was almost exactly the same age as me, having been born
in February of 1980, to my January of the same year, which means that she must
have graduated high school this year too. I began imagining what she looked
like now, and was only a few miles away from the cabin when I realized I had a
raging erection. This, was no good. Regardless of how I was getting aroused.
The thought was of a childhood friend who was also a relative. I'll say I
wasn't too proud of it, at that moment. I couldn't show up to a family
gathering like this. I turned off onto a forestry road that I knew well, and
piloted my pickup down one of the narrow overgrown logging trails that deer
hunters use, to get to their stands. I've been down all of these trails, and
know a hundred places that are perfect for when someone needs a little
"alone time".
I parked my truck and listened for a minute, just to be sure
there wasn't anyone else driving around nearby. Still in the driver’s seat, I
unbuttoned my fly, and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I wrapped a hand
around my cock and sighed with the pleasure of immanent release. Normally I
would spunk to fantasies involving girls from high school, or one of the models
from the couple of nudie mags I had hidden under my mattress at home. But right
then, all I could imagine was Melissa, and my mental image of what she looked
like now. I stroked furiously, and felt myself quickly building to orgasm. I
hastily rummaged in the door pocket for a napkin with my left hand, found one,
and barely had enough time to get it into place before I erupted. I groaned as
I came, sending spurt after spurt of cum into the napkin, which wasn't up to
the task of containing such a massive load. I sat there for a while, breathing
hard, and feeling the cum that had soaked through the napkin ooze onto the palm
of my left hand. It had been a while since I had cum that hard or that quickly.
As the glow of orgasm faded, I started thinking that it wasn't right to get off
like this to Melissa, but I knew I would have been a liar; if I said I wouldn't
do it again.
I cleaned up as best as I could with a few more napkins, got
my pants back up, and checked myself in the vanity mirror just in case there
was some glaring evidence that I had just jerked off. Satisfied that I looked
normal, I arranged myself in my underwear so that if and when I got another
boner, it would at least be pointing down, and not straight out for all of the
family to see.
I arrived at the cabin a few minutes later. People were
spread out, around the yard; reading books, getting fishing equipment ready, or
tending the fire in the stone fire pit. I was greeted with waves and hellos;
nothing very enthusiastic. I mean, I do see most of these people pretty
regularly. And honestly, I wasn't overly excited to see them either. I was
however, very excited to see Melissa again, but looking around the yard, I
didn't spot her anywhere.
Then I heard the sharp crack sound that the cabin's screen
door makes when someone lets it's spring slams itself shut. I looked over, and
saw Melissa walking around the corner of the cabin. I hope no one saw my jaw
drop, because she was gorgeous. She was barefoot, her long athletic legs
disappearing beneath a knee-length flower pattern sun dress that flowed around
her as she strode. Her hair was longer that she used to have it, and it trailed
gracefully behind her, it's sandy blonde color glowing in the sunlight. When
she noticed me, her face lit up. The warmth of her smile could have melted a
glacier.
"Charles!" She squealed.
She ran across the yard and practically threw herself into
my arms, hugging me tight. I hugged her back, just as tight.
"Oh my God, it's so good to see you!" She said,
laughing with joy.
I don't think anyone had ever been so excited to see me in
my entire life, and it felt a bit awkward, but I felt the same about her, so I
just went with it.
"It's great to see you too." I said.
We broke off our hug, but she kept an arm around my back.
She started moving towards the cabin, and I went with, putting an arm across her
shoulders.
"It's been over three years," She said excitedly.
"We have so much to catch up on!"
I craned my neck up to try and look down on her. "I see
you're still a little bit shorter than me?"
She poked me in the belly and said with mock sternness.
"You're wearing boots. Take them off and we're the same height."
Be both laughed, and I was struck again at how beautiful she
was. Even her laugh was like music. As we walked, my eyes strayed to her chest,
where the slightest bit of a lacy white bra could be seen under the edge of her
dress. Her tits were, for lack of a better word, perfect. They weren't large, a
B cup I imagined, as if I knew anything about the particulars of tit size. What
they were though, were proportionate. They were just the right size and shape
for her. I was starting to imagine what they would look like free from any
clothes, and must have spent just a few too many seconds looking. Something
made me look up at her face, and I saw her watching me with a funny little
smile. Our eyes locked, and I was surprised to not only see a lack of offence
there, but for all I could tell, she was pleased that I was ogling her.
She looked away with a satisfied smile, and gave me a little
squeeze with the arm that was still around my back.
"Your mom is almost done with dinner. I don't know
about you, but I'm starving."
Chapter Two.
My mom fried up walleye that my older brothers had caught
earlier that day, and we all ate more than we should have, but man, nothing is better
than pan-fried walleye that was in the lake just a few hours prior.
After dinner, when everyone was just lounging around and
catching up on gossip, I got my tent out of the bed of my pickup, and started
walking towards the farthest away clearing to set it up in.
Melissa called out to me. "Can you set mine up
too?"
"Sure." I called back. "Where do you want
it?"
"Next to yours is fine. I promise I don't snore too
loud." She replied, which got some laughs.
I set up the tents, and went back, claiming a spot on one of
the benches near the fire. Melissa had changed out of her dress into some
loose-fitting jeans and a blue tee shirt. She was in the process of explaining
what she had been up to recently. She had moved out of her parent's house in
Duluth back in February, on her eighteenth birthday. She didn't have a place to
stay yet, so she spent a few weeks living in her car, a beat up old Toyota
Camry, before one of her friend's parents took pity on her, and let her stay
with them until she got her own place.
Now, if you know anything about being in Duluth, Minnesota
in February, you can imagine how much that sucked. My heart ached in empathy
for her, and I actually teared up a little. Thankfully the wind was shifting
around, so I could pass it off as just getting smoke in my eyes.
Melissa continued her story, about how the people who had
taken her in offered her a part time job to work as a cashier in their store.
She worked evenings and weekends until she graduated high school; at which
point she got a small apartment south of town. She still worked at their shop,
but now pretty much ran the place, which the owners were ecstatic about,
because it finally gave them the opportunity to do some traveling.
As I listened, I became more and more in awe of Melissa. Let's
use me as an example to compare and contrast. I'm of average height for a guy,
with an average build. Melissa is slightly above average height for a girl,
with a fit and toned body. My face isn't particularly handsome. Again, very
average. She has the heart-shaped face of an angel. I live at home with my
parents. I don't pay rent. I have an okay job, but what money I make, I tend to
spend frivolously. She has her own apartment, a good job, and is saving her own
money to go to college next year.
I couldn't do anything but watch her as she talked. I
noticed tiny details that I never even thought to look for on anyone else; How
her neck moved when she talked, how she flipped her head to get her hair out of
her face, how every time our eyes met, her smile would get just a little bit
wider. I felt utterly unworthy to be in the presence of such a glorious
creature.
As the night went on, people went off to their beds in their
campers and tents, or one of the four beds in the cabin and its three season
porch. Eventually it was just me and Melissa. She came over and sat in the old
metal glider bench seat, right next to me, resting her head on my shoulder and
gazing into the glowing remnants of the fire.
"I've missed coming here." She said quietly.
"It's so peaceful."
"I missed you." I replied.
She looked up at me and smiled. "I've missed you
too."
For a long time we sat there in silence just staring at the
red and orange coals. Eventually they were dying away, and we began to see our
breath in the increasingly chilly air. Melissa yawned. Even the way she did
that, was beautiful to me.
"I think it's time for bed." I whispered to her.
She nodded in agreement, and I walked with her to where our
tents were. She gave me a tired hug, said goodnight, and went into her tent. I
entered my own tent, stripped down to my underwear, (I always sleep in just my
boxer briefs,) and crawled into my sleeping bag. It was one of those big
flannel old-school ones, not one of those small mummy bags. It had enough room
inside for me to really sprawl out, and was plenty warm enough for camping in
just about any kind of weather. I'm pretty sure I was asleep before my head hit
the pillow.
I awoke to a rustling in the leaves outside my tent. It was
too heavy to be from raccoons. My first thought was that it was a black bear,
as it wasn't unusual for a black bear to wonder through the cabin yard. But
when I heard the zipper to the tent flap, I was reassured. I was confused
though, as to who would be coming into my tent in the middle of the night. The
flap opened, and I saw a silhouette, blond hair glowing silver in the
moonlight.
My heart instantly started racing. Was I dreaming? Melissa
was sneaking into my tent!
With the moonlight coming through the open tent flap, she
could see that I was awake.
"I'm c-cold." She whispered.
Without thinking, I opened up my sleeping bag. "Come
on." I whispered.
She crawled into the tent, zipping up the flap behind her,
then scrambled into my sleeping bag with me, still fully dressed. She was
freezing. I pulled her in tight to me, spooning her from behind, and wrapping
one arm under her neck, the other one over her, and wrapping around her waist.
I even had one leg over her thigh. I explained it was to transfer body heat as
quickly as I could. Her shivering eventually subsided.
As she drifted off to sleep, she said in a barely audible
whisper. "I hate the cold." While her breathing reduced to long,
slow, deep breaths; I laid there thinking about just how much I loved this
moment with Melissa.
I've had a few girlfriends, but none of them were very
serious. Even though I thought I loved them, I now knew that I had no idea of
what love was. Until this moment. As I watched Melissa sleep, I realized that I
loved her, truly and deeply. I nestled my face against the back of her neck,
breathing in the herbal smell of her. I fell back asleep with joy in my heart.
When I awoke again, it was just getting to be light out, and
the first birds were beginning to sing. I looked at Melissa, still wrapped in
my arms, and sleeping with an expression of serene contentment. It was at this
time that my body caught on to the fact that it was pressed up against a very
beautiful female, and I started to get worried that the rock hard penis
pressing into Melissa's lower back would wake her up.
I don't know if it was because of that, but she did wake up
before too long. She shifted and stretched, before slightly rotating her back
so she was nestling back against me.
"What happened last night?" I asked with my arm on
my hip. "Don't you have a sleeping bag?"
"I do, I got it at Goodwill, so it was cheap, but it's
not very good."
"Well, I have a blanket you can use, and I'm pretty
sure there's extra bedding in the cabin."
She sighed contentedly and pulled my arm back around her
waist. "Or; I could sleep here again tonight?"
"Or you could sleep here tonight." I replied.
After a little while she said. "You're warm."
And hard, I thought. There was no way she didn't know. I
yearned to kiss her. I yearned to grab her hips and grind my cock against her.
I wanted to explore her whole body with my hands. I wanted her to put her hands
on me. But I was terrified of doing anything, even suggesting anything that she
didn't want. I was torn, because I was pretty sure that she did want something.
The looks she gave me the previous day, the little smiles, and now snuggling up
against me and my hard cock, all screamed in my head to do something, anything!
I was just about to slide my hand down to her hip when she
announced. "I have to pee."
As she was leaving my tent, she turned back and gave me a
small kiss on the cheek, a quick smile, then was gone. It took a while for my
hard-on to subside, but once it did, I got dressed and went outside.
Chapter Three.
With a slight detour through the trees, (being a guy has
some advantages, the whole forest is my urinal.) I joined the family in the
cabin yard. One of my uncles was making eggs and bacon on a grill top griddle,
and everyone else was in a different state of waking up.
My mom asked Melissa and me, if we were warm enough in our
tents last night, and informed us that there were extra blankets. I said that I
was fine. Melissa cheerily replied that she was toasty warm, and I had to look
away to avoid being seen smiling like an idiot. Even though nothing happened,
it still wouldn't look good for the whole family to know that I was spooning my
cousin all night.
After breakfast, it seemed like everyone but Melissa and I,
had plans to do things during the day. Some were going fishing, some were going
into Pine River, Breezy Point, and Nisswa, to shop the antique stores and other
shops.
Melissa looked at me with that smile that somehow was more
than just an innocent smile.
"So, what do you want to do today?" She asked me.
"We could go for a hike. Find some of the trails we
used to know?"
Her face lit up. "Yes! Let’s go find Pine Grove Cathedral!
We could bring lunch and make a picnic out of it, too!"
"So, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
"I don't know, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
She said mockingly, then laughed. "Oh, no, I don't play that game. I know
what I like to eat, so I'll get the lunch together."
She hopped up from the camp chair she was sitting in, and
skipped to the cabin. Like, actually skipped. It was adorable. Though, how her
ass moved in her jeans as she went, was an even better sight.
I stuffed an old quilt into a backpack, then after a
moment's thought, crammed in two hoodies. It might get cold earlier tonight, I
was not going to let Melissa be cold if there was anything I could do about it.
Soon we were walking side by side along the dirt road that
lead past the cabin. From there we cut along an ATV trail to one of the State
forestry roads, heading deep into the woods where there weren't any other
cabins.
We chatted as we walked, about music and school, and a host
of other mundane things. It really didn't matter to me what we talked about. At
some point we started holding hands, and it seemed like the most wonderful,
natural thing ever.
I began to notice that, unlike literally every other
conversation I had ever had, with anyone my age, Melissa was being absolutely
honest and forthright. Like an open book, she wasn't hiding anything, so I made
a conscious decision to do the same for her.
When the conversation came to the topic of previous
relationships, I told her about some embarrassing things that happened to me
when I was with my first girlfriend. Things that I had sworn to myself to never
speak of again. She laughed, but with me, not at me, and
countered with an even more embarrassing story from her past.
It was surreal. We shared what our thoughts and feelings
were, when we had been in particularly awkward situations. We told each other
our fears and insecurities. It felt so good to lay my most p
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