Weekend at the Cabin

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It wasn't a large cabin. It had been built for the use of a small family. There was just one bathroom adjoining a small room with two cots. Go through a door and you were in the master bedroom. It had one double bed next . Go through the door and you were in the kitchen. Next was the porch, which had roll down blinds and two more cots.

It was a mixed group that weekend. There was my brother, his wife Ginger, and their daughter Krissy, who was sixteen. I knew that she was experiencing the confusing sexual urges of an innocent of a young girl. It's called, being vulnerable.

It began with my brother, Paul and his family, Ginger and Krissy and me, I'm Jack, my wife Ellen and daughter Penny spending the weekend at the cabin. The thoughts of the two nymphs, my daughter and Krissy, in such close quarters with very little privacy in that tiny cabin started my dick to rising.

Penny became ill and my wife insisted that I go on the trip and she would stay home with our daughter. Then Eddie and Tamatha were added because there was more room available. Tamatha was Pattie's sister and Eddie was her husband. I had never met him before and it was dislike at first sight. He was a smooth talking dude. I confess I felt intimidated. He seemed to take charge of everything right away. By that I don't mean he did any work, he just directed the activity including the conversation.

I was particularly taken aback by his open flirting with Krissy. I wondered if anyone else was noticing the way he took every opportunity to be close to her, always putting his arm around her, whispering in her ear, and laughing at her apparent embarrassment over what he was saying. I figured it was sexual banter. I was envious of him.

Since Krissy turned seven or eight, I had harbored sexual fantasies about her. Krissy would often spend the night with Penny. They went through that stage little girls go through from about ten to thirteen when they are very flirty but totally innocent.

It was evident that Krissy was sexually curious. There were many occasions when I had to use all of my will power not to try and take advantage of the situation. I knew that even thought she was acting out her budding sexual urges, there would be hell to pay if I responded. There were many times during little wrestling matches and horsing around that I could get a touch or feel. Sometimes it would just be a friendly massage of her calf or ankle or a sliding touch of her upper arm. These kind of touches she responded to with even more intimacy, at least on her level.

Krissy would be cuddled up to me on one side with my daughter Penny on the other side as we sat on the sofa watching TV in our PJ’s. I could always at least get my arms round them and my hand down as far as resting on the curve of their young hips with my thumb lying in the crease of their leg. A slight shift of my hands downward and I would be resting them on the tops of their thighs. I would pretend to absent-mindedly give them gentle squeezes. My cock would be painfully aware that my thumb was less than an inch from their little pussies. I knew they both enjoyed the touch and the sensations when I would pretend to adjust our position and allow my fingertips to stray across their soft bellies.

I often had one or both of them wiggling around on my lap with very little between us. They would compete to see who could get the most lap time. I would struggle to hide my hard-on. Of course, I knew that I would never act on my fantasies, not because I was morally strong, but because I was deathly afraid of being caught.

Pillow fighting and tickling the girls gave me ample opportunity to get in a few feels of their soft little bodies and be able to maintain a perfect alibi. I'll never forget that time when the girls were around seven years old. I had offered to tuck them into bed on that particular occasion. During the inevitable tickling and wrestling match that I had hoped for, I took a chance and gently caressed the soft mound between my little niece's legs. Little Krissy stopped in mid-action and announced accusingly, "you touched my privates!" My wife was passing the open door at just that moment. I caught her movement out of the corner of my eye and quickly announced in a very loud laughing voice, "Well you need to keep your "privates", I emphasized the word, off of me, you little smartie."

My wife's reaction was to laugh, also assuming that Krissy had caused the contact during innocent play. After that, I tried my best to be extremely careful. I would never intentionally touch either of the girls anywhere that could be deemed "privates' but I could easily and often set the stage to have them rubbing their "privates" all over me. I loved the touch of their soft bodies and especially the heat that emitted from between their legs when they were perched on my lap with their crotches pressed against my extended rod.

With that background in mind, you can now understand why I was jealous and highly suspicious of Eddie and his inner actions with Krissy at the cabin. I knew he was on the same page that I was where she was concerned and she was ripe for picking.

At the cabin, we were assigned beds. My brother, the perfect host, insisted that he and his wife sleep on the cots on the front porch. That left the master bed for Eddie and Tamatha and the two cots in the room next to the bathroom for Krissy and I.

I would actually be changing clothes, sharing a bath and sleeping in the same room as Krissy. At first I fantasizied about all of the delicious possibilities. I then resolved myself to the fact that the cabin was very small, full of people, including her parents, and that I probably wasn't going to get much chance to explore any of my fantasies.

That was reinforced on the first night when her Mom made her shower and get ready for bed at the same time with the door closed and locked.

Tamatha had decided to drive into town to make some unspecified phone call. I was hanging around the kitchen, the guys were out on the porch. Ginger came out first and headed immediately for the porch. Krissy came out wearing a sleeping gown that barely touched her knees. I allowed myself to wallow in the sight of her smooth young legs and shapely little body that pushed against the material of the gown to reveal her formed breasts and perky little ass. The best part was when she walked between me and the table lamp. I could see the outline of her young body clearly through the thin material. I felt the stirring in my loins as I watched her move about the room until I realized that I was being a bit to obvious and looked away.

It was then that I realized that Eddie had walked in and was staring also. He had a slight grin on his face as his eyes followed Krissy's movements. His eye caught mine. He winked at me and nodded toward Krissy. I put a quizical look on my face as in, "What are you referring to?" He just grinned and licked his lips. He had caught me red-handed ogling the young beauty. I was right. We were on the same page where she was concerned.

Dinner was followed by drinks around and a little friendly banter between Ginger and the guys over Krissy's request for a glass of wine. Krissy got the wine. Eddie was happy to pour it. Ginger went to the bathroom and Eddie hurried Krissy to empty her glass and refilled it again. My brother didn't seem to mind.

We talked about the day and I thought about the fact that while my brother, his wife and I had gone down to the lake fishing for the better part of the afternoon. Tamatha and Eddie had stayed at the cabin with Krissy. Tamatha joined us shortly after. It struck me that Eddie had been alone in the cabin with Krissy for at least an hour.

We moved from the kitchen to the porch and continued drinking the flow of drinks that Eddie was supplying in his role of bartender. I noticed that Krissy was never without a glass of wine. Her mom was three sheets to the wind and no longer aware of what Krissy was doing.

My brother and I were deep in drunken conversation about some nonsensical subject when I noticed that Krissy and Eddie had disappeared. I looked around and realized that Ginger was passed out on her bed there on the porch. I pointed to her and my brother laughed and commented that at least he didn't have to move her. She was already in bed.

Tamatha had not yet returned from town. I pointed that fact out to my brother. In his drunken slur, and with knowing grin on his face, he whispered to me that it was a good possibility that she might not return at all. I was truly shocked. He saw the expression on my face and grinned.

"They have an open marriage.," he said.

"What do you mean, ‘open marriage’?” I asked.

"They both fuck around outside their marriage", he stated.

"But why?" I asked. “He’s a handsome guy. She is a good looking woman. They get along good".

"Eddie can't get it up."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Can't get it up,” my brother continued, "back injury and bad surgery or something. It got worse after they got married. They worked it out a long time ago. She told Ginger all about it." Paul leaned closer. With a drunken leer he whispered, "He eats that pussy and fingers her up but every now and then she gets a yearning for a real dick and they have an understanding about it. Hell, he knew why she was going to town when she left,” he continued. "She didn't have to go to town. I'd fuck her in a New York minute but Ginger is always around. That's why I was okay with Eddie feeding Krissy all those glasses of wine tonight. I figured that I would get Ginger and Krissy drunk and I could fuck Tammy," He leaned back. "That ain't going to happen."

I sat there amazed. By now I was completely sober, or at least my head was thinking clearly. I was in awe over what I had just heard. My brother wanted to fuck his sister-in-law. Eddie with his leering looks and flirting with my little Krissy, was harmless. He couldn't even get a hard-on!

I thought that this called for another drink. Where had Eddie disappeared to? Where was Krissy! I made my way into the kitchen. I almost ran into Eddie who was coming out with another round of drinks in his hand.

"Where is krissy'? I asked.

He motioned toward the kitchen. I continued past him.

I spotted Krissy standing with her back to me at the kitchen sink. She was holding yet another glass of wine. I approached her from behind and put my hands on her hips. I leaned into her and whispered into her ear, "You okay sweetie?"

"I didn't want to spill the wine", she said.

I thought it was a peculiar answer.

"Did you see?" she continued.

"See what"? I asked.

"Uncle Eddie and me. He told me to call him Uncle Eddie." Her voice was really slurred. I realized that she was very drunk and holding on to the sink counter to steady herself. I absorbed what she was saying and what her condition was. I tried to determine how much time had passed since she and Eddie had disappeared into the kitchen. I played a hunch.

"Yes," I said, "I saw you."

I was leaning around her trying to see her face. I was also using the opportunity to press myself against her soft rear. She turned her head to keep her face away from me. I could see the blush rising on her long slender neck.

"I couldn't do anything about it. I was trying not to spill the wine," she said.

I looked downward and saw that the front of her nightgown was hooked on a knob on the kitchen drawer. It didn't take a genius to figure out the sequence of things. Her gown had to have been higher than the knob, which hit about her upper thigh, in order for it to have become draped over it. Now I knew. Eddie had pinned her up against the sink in her drunken state. He had put his hand under her gown and felt her up. She let him. She let him either because it felt good, or she felt scared, or she was too drunk to fully realize what was going on. She had now fully realized what had happened and was afraid that I had seen and she was going to be in trouble - thus the comment, "I was trying not to spill the wine."

I almost chuckled at her innocent silliness.

I reached around and unhooked her gown from the knob. I gently took the glass of wine from her hand and emptied it down the drain.

"That's enough wine for one night,” I whispered.

I sat the glass down and took her shoulders, turning her toward me. Her head hit me about chest high. She was looking up at me with those big blue eyes. They were a bit out of focus but still beautiful. I brushed the long strands of her blond hair back from her face. I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

I thought how great it would be to continue down her face to her lips and down her neck to her sweet body; to lift her gown and then lift her leg and brace it on my hip as I entered her. I felt myself hardening against her soft belly. I had to put a stop to this fantasizing or I’d find myself in jail!

I stepped back and whispered, "Why don't you hit the sack?"

It was more of a command than a question . She nodded and came with me as I guided her across the kitchen and through the master bedroom into our little sanctuary.

As soon as she saw her bed, she headed straight toward it, collapsing across it the minute her legs touched the side. I followed and reluctantly, gently, pulled the covers up and tucked her in. Within seconds, her eyes were closed and she was asleep.

I started back toward the porch. I could hear Eddie and my brother talking. Eddie was pleading for something and my brother was saying, "No way, no way," over and over again.

I moved as quietly as I could until I was standing hidden next to the door that exited onto the porch. I couldn't believe my ears. It was Eddie talking. "Come on man, she won't know what’s happening until she is enjoying it so much she won't care."

"No way". Again my brother talking. "That is like rape man. She is asleep, passed out."

"Damn it Paul; you are a party pooper. You know damn well I can't fuck her so how could it be rape? I just want to suck that pussy till she cums and rub my dick on it a little bit. Help me out buddy; I'll clean up my mess and she will never know."

There was an audible chuckle accompanying Eddie's last comment, "I just want to get her hot for you."

His comment followed by a louder chuckle, "Go to bed Eddie." It was my brother talking. "You horny bastard. If I need her pussy hot I will get it that way myself and I can fuck her without any help from you."

I heard a shuffle as Paul seemed to have given Eddie a friendly push toward the door.

I backed up quickly and hurried across the kitchen, through the darkened master bedroom and across the inner bedroom to my cot. I peeked at Krissy as I walked between our two beds and quickly climbed into mine with my clothes on.

I lay there; my mind swirling with the events of the evening. Eddie and his limp dick and Tammy in town fucking some guy she picked up in a bar. Krissy, sleeping just a few feet from me, just having experienced, maybe for the first time, a guy playing with her pussy. My brother's wife passed out on the porch and the discussion between my brother and Eddie about eating her pussy and fucking her while she was passed out. Obviously, those two couples were closer than I had thought for that conversation to have taken place. I wondered if Eddie had sucked her cunt before.

I heard Eddie moving through the house. He pushed through the door to the inner bedroom. My body stiffened in anticipation. ‘Why is he coming in here?’ I thought, then I remembered. The only bathroom in the house was accessible only through this bedroom.

Eddie stumbled into the room. He stopped for a second getting his eyes used to the darkness. He moved slowly over to the side of Krissy's cot. I could only make out a shadow in the darkness. I strained to see what he was doing. I could tell that he had leaned over Krissy's bed. If he was leaning over, then I was sure that he was touching her. Did he intend to trade the drunk pussy on the porch for the drunk teen-age pussy in the cot next to me? I heard him speak. He whispered Krissy's name. The moon drifted from behind a cloud and I could see them more clearly. He had his hand on her leg. He was shaking her.

"Krissy baby," he whispered in an insistent voice.

She was either dead drunk or just refusing to acknowledge that he was there. Eddie continued calling to her in an ever more insistent voice. He stopped and looked over to where I, was lying. I think he suddenly remembered that I was sleeping in that room.

I lay very still and pretended a slight snore.

"Jack?" He called my name in a loud whisper. "Jack." He repeated it.

I had my eyes squeezed tight for fear he could see my eyes in the dark. When he stopped calling my name I eased one eye open and concentrated on the two forms across from me. He slipped covers back and exposed first her torso and then her legs. He moved his hand to her knee and slowly eased her nightgown upward until he dropped it in a bunch around her waist. He touched her. I tensed. My cock filled with blood. He turned his hand so that his palm was flat against her mound and pressed downward. All this time Krissy had been lying on her back, in the position she was in when he entered the room. She now made a concerted effort to turn over. She tried to get her hip between his probing fingers and her center. It was obvious now that she was wide awake and was fully aware of what was going on.

He tugged at her hip trying to get her to return to her position on her back.

"Turn over baby," he whispered.

"No," was her insistent reply.

His command and her refusal was repeated several times. All the time he was touching her legs and hips and belly wherever he could find skin and wherever he could avoid her arms and hands that were quietly fending him off. She was no longer talking, just moving, trying to avoid his manipulations.

He eased down and sat on the edge of the bed. He lowered his head until his lips were next to her ear. "Didn't it feel good when I touched you in the kitchen?”

"No."

"Don't kid me, I know it felt good. You opened your legs for me, remember?”

"I don't want to do it," she said.

"Do what?" he replied. "I am not going to do anything that you do not like and does not feel good. You should trust me. You felt good in the kitchen. I can make you feel ten times that good.”

She was silent.

"Was that the first time you ever had a climax?" he whispered in her ear. There was no sound but I could see her nod her head.

I thought about the kitchen. I wondered if he had stuck his finger inside of her. I had thought up to this moment that he had just fondled her. He had made her cum! He must have finger fucked her right there at the sink.

They had stopped talking. I peered into the dim light at the two forms. My niece was on her back. Eddie’s arm was moving back and forth. He was rubbing her pussy and her leg and she was letting him. I wanted it to be me. My cock was so hard it was hurting. I wanted to press it with my hand to relieve the pressure but I could not move.

He leaned down again, his arm never stopped moving. He began to kiss her face and lips. He used his free hand to brush her hair away he nuzzled her neck and i could hear tiny slurping sounds as he sucked on her tender flesh.

He straightened up and whispered, "Wait here, don't move. I will be right back."

He had to pee. It was her chance to get out of bed and leave the room. She could go to her parents. She could turn on the light and make noise. She did nothing. She lay very quietly until I heard the toilet flush and the returning footsteps of Eddie.

My dear sweet Krissy. He was going take her innocence. Then I remembered...

As I watched him pull the covers from her bed. As I watched him, now completely naked, position himself with his knees between her legs and his hands on her ankles, there was one quiet, "Please don't."

His response was soft and beguiling. "It's okay, relax. I am going to make you cum."

I remembered...

He didn't have a hard cock to fuck her with. He lowered his head and turned his face upward as he buried his face in her blond muff. I could see his head moving from side to side and up and down. I could hear the sound of his sucking and licking at her soft center.

My sixteen-year-old fantasy was getting her pussy eaten for the first time. I slid my hand around my cock, and looked and listened to the sounds of pleasure coming from the cot next to me.

Eddie groaned. He was jerking his meat as he fingered and sucked at her golden muff. Suddenly he was jerking and straining. He spilled his seed on her belly and, as quickly as he had entered the room, he left.

She was gently crying. I knew that he had brought her to the edge and left her virgin pussy unsatisfied.

I did not hesitate. I slid my pants and shirt off and then my underwear as I approached her cot. Her body stiffened and opened her eyes as I lay down next to her.

“Shhh, baby girl, shhhhh,” I coaxed, cuddling her head to me with one hand, while I positioned myself with the other. She was wet from her previous arousal. I touched her virgin pussy lips with my fingertips and felt their swollen state.

To my delight she moaned, and made no effort to stop me. Her body was obviously left frustrated and in her half drunken sexually aroused state, my niece needed to be penetrational satisfaction. I moved between her parted legs and she automatically raised them, with her feet flat and my body sliding between her inner thighs.

“You want this sweetheart, don’t you?”

After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded and whispered, “From you Uncle Jack.”

I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed. I entered her. She gasped and stiffened. I pushed further. I felt my rod sinking another inch or so into her tightness. I pushed again and she met my thrust with her own. I sank into the depths of her wet warm virgin pussy. The heat and the tightness caused my cock to grow again, filling her. We moved in unison until I heard her whimpering in my ear and felt her breath on my neck as I worked in and out of her faster and faster as she held me close to her and flooded my cock and balls with her juices. I stayed in that sweet pussy, gently moving back and forth, up and down until my own fluids joined hers as again she slammed her hips against me as we climaxed in unison. I sucked her mouth into mine to muffle her cries of pleasure.

I was spent but I knew that there was yet more for her to experience with her young body. I slid down covering her soft skin with kisses. I licked her nipples. I sucked on the swollen lips of her cunt. I dipped my tongue as deep into her as I could go. I sucked on her labia and drank her juices, which flowed out of her. Her thighs swallowed my head and again she shuddered and pulled my head against her as she climaxed and filled my mouth with her cum. We relaxed, we kissed, we slept. My brother found his daughter in my arms the next morning.

Fuzzy with sleep I heard him say, as he slipped the covers up over the two of us, "You owe me one."

Last entry 1/6/2006