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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
"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
"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
"Sure." I called back. "Where do you want
"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
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.
"I missed you." I replied.
She looked up at me and smiled. "I've missed you
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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,
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
