Our Cabin in the Woods - Book 1
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Voyeurism,
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The tragic death of my father set my life on a path I couldn't imagine. When I was nineteen, I discovered my friend Kelly was actually the love of my life. It all came to fruition in "Our Cabin in The Woods" and things couldn't be better. This is our story about growth, love, and fortune. Along the way, Kelly and I discover life isn't necessarily what we thought it would be - it was better as long as we were willing to explore and go with the changes we encountered.
I was twelve when my father died in an industrial accident. The auto industry was booming at the time and Dad was getting all the overtime he wanted. As a skilled tradesman, he worked as an electrician. Even though he worked a lot of overtime, he always made time for me and Mom.
I still remember the day the plant superintendent knocked on our front door. Mr. Hillman and dad worked together for over fifteen years. He was a friend of the family as well as Dad’s boss. The sound of my mother screaming made me run from my bedroom to the living room to see what happened.
My mother was in Mr. Hillman’s arms, crying uncontrollably. I asked what was wrong and he held up one finger then put it to his lips. I don’t know why, but I began crying too. Mom must have heard me because she turned her head to look in my direction. She released her grip on Mr. Hillman, dropped to one knee, and held out her arms. I moved into her warm embrace, feeling her arms hug me tightly.
“Justin, your father’s gone,” Mom said.
Confused, I asked, “Where?”
Mr. Hillman knelt next to us, putting his arm around my shoulders. “Your father died in an accident today.”
Turning to Mom, I looked into her tear filled eyes. She nodded, pulled me closer, and resumed crying. Her tears retriggered mine and we sobbed together. Mr. Hillman stayed next to us, trying to comfort Mom and me. It took about twenty minutes before Mom regained enough of her composure to ask Mr. Hillman what happened.
“It was a freak accident. Sid was working on a crane track when one of the lifts surged, hitting the power cutoff switch. Sid had the power locked out, but when the lift crushed the box, it sent power to the track. It electrocuted him and he fell thirty feet to the floor.
“The paramedics and the doctor said he was gone before he hit the floor. Fran, Justin, please, if there’s anything I can do,” Mr. Hillman said.
“Where is he, Larry?” Mom asked.
“He’s at Memorial. If you’d like, I can drive you over.”
Mom nodded. We all got up, standing nervously as we each became lost in our own thoughts. Dad and I were best friends and now he was gone. We fished together a few times, with promises for future trips. I followed my mother to her room, waiting outside the door as she changed into a pair of slacks. Once she was dressed, we left for the hospital.
A nurse told me to wait until Mom identified Dad’s body. When she came out of the room, she asked if I wanted to go see him. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I nodded. The nurse pulled the sheet back and I broke down again. I flung myself at the lifeless body, hugging my father for all I was worth. Mom and Mr. Hillman had to pull me away.
The next few days were a blur. Mom took care of all of the arrangements for the funeral with Mr. Hillman’s help. For two days and evenings, I stayed near my father’s open casket. It seemed like hundreds of people filed by the coffin, some of them kneeling to say a prayer. They told me how sorry they were for Mom’s, and my loss, but it wasn’t very comforting.
Like Mom and me, Mr. Hillman was at the funeral home the entire time. His wife and daughter came by, but didn’t stay as long as Mr. Hillman did. I knew Kelly Hillman from the backyard barbecues and parties I attended with my parents. She was about a month older than I was. At my age, I had very little interest in girls or the things they liked. Kelly always talked about her favorite rock band or her involvement in school. I was very shy and only talked to her or any other girl, to be polite. My parents taught me to be nice and treat people the same way I wanted to be treated.
We buried my dad on the fifth of August. The funeral was my first and I prayed it would be my last. After the graveside service, we met at a hall for a luncheon. It was weird how much stress lifted from my mom’s and my shoulders. We visited with friends and family, talking about the things we remembered about dad’s life. Everyone I talked said something nice about my father.
I sat at one of the tables drinking a soda when Kelly Hillman came over. She pulled out the chair next to mine, sat down, and rested her folded arms on the table. Kelly didn’t say anything to me as she sat silently.
“Hi, Kelly, would you like a soda or something?” I asked, looking up at her.
“No thank you. Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah, I guess so. It’s hard, but I guess I’ll be okay.”
Kelly opened her purse, took out a pen and a small piece of paper. She wrote on it and then put it in my hand. “If you ever need to talk, you can call me.”
I put the paper in my suit jacket pocket without looking at it. “Thank you.”
Kelly smiled, got up, and went over to where her mom and dad were talking to my mother. I talked with one of my cousins for a few moments before going over to where mom sat. When I sat next to Mom, she took my hand in hers.
Mom and Mr. Hillman were talking about something I didn’t understand. When he told Mom he would be a witness if she needed him to. She shook her head.
“Thanks, but I don’t want you to jeopardize your job. You and June have Kelly to think about,” Mom said.
“I’m not worried about it. I don’t think anything will happen to my job. Sid would have done the same for me,” Mr. Hillman said.
Mrs. Hillman left the table, taking Kelly with her. I listened to Mom and Mr. Hillman talk about the details of the accident, but they didn’t refer to Dad.
The luncheon ended and we all went home. In the car, I asked Mom what she and Mr. Hillman talked about regarding the accident. She told me the plant knew the lift was defective and there was a recall for the particular model. The plant hadn’t done the safety modifications, choosing to keep the lift in service. She told me she was thinking about filing a lawsuit.
Over the next few years, Mom and the lawyers worked on the lawsuit. As promised, Mr. Hillman helped the lawyers with the case. I had been doing very well in school and felt I would be able to get a scholarship for college when it was time to go.
Mom had me join the Boy Scouts so I would be able to camp and learn the outdoor skills my father was going to teach me. Like in school, I excelled in scouting. By the time I was a junior in high school, I had reached the rank of Eagle Scout. I went to camp every summer. During scout camp, I learned to rappel, survivor skills, swimming, and cooking, among many other things.
I returned from camp one summer and Mom picked me up. She told me the companies settled the lawsuit and she won. I was happy for Mom, knowing how hard she worked to make the plant pay for their total disregard for safety. I learned the settlement would provide for us for years to come.
“You have a fund for college. You can go to school wherever you want to. You also have money for anything you want,” Mom said as she drove home.
“How much money did you get, Mom?”
“I didn’t get it, we did. I don’t know what the final figure is yet, the lawyers have to calculate the interest on the settlement, but it’s in the millions. I’ll be able to pay off the house and all the bills. Your father’s life insurance ran out some time ago.”
The amount of the settlement didn’t sink in. I told Mom I was happy she could finally get out of debt and maybe even get a new car.
Over the next month, Mom bought a new vehicle for each of us. I got a four wheel drive pickup truck and Mom bought a Lincoln. Mom also bought me a new mini gym for the basement. I’d worked out with free weights for over a year and looked forward to the added equipment.
In August, Mr. Hillman and Kelly came over for a barbecue. When Mom asked about Mrs. Hillman, Kelly blurted out, “She left us! She packed her things and moved out two weeks ago.”
“Oh my god, what happened, Larry?” Mom asked.
“She found another man. I guess the affair has been going on for years.”
“Didn’t you know?”
“No, I guess I was spending too much time at work and didn’t pay enough attention to June. She didn’t say a word. She left a note saying she wouldn’t be back.”
Mom went over to Mr. Hillman. She gave him a hug, telling him how sorry she was. Kelly made a couple cruel remarks about her mom, causing her dad to tell her to be quiet. During the evening I got to know Kelly much better. While Mom and Mr. Hillman talked, Kelly and I sat on the other side of the patio and had our own conversation.
I told Kelly about going to camp and the things I learned. She told me she hated her mother for what she did to her dad. I also found out Kelly had a boyfriend she’d been seeing for several months.
We spent the evening talking about our plans for college and other things.
School started in September. I had all of my required classes satisfied so my schedule was fairly light. I did join the track team, running in several events.
During the fall, Mom and Mr. Hillman spent a lot of time together. When I asked her about it, she assured me they were good friends and she was helping him get over his wife’s leaving him.
At Thanksgiving, our families ate dinner together at our house. On Christmas, we all exchanged gifts. Mom and Mr. Hillman went to a New Year’s party together and didn’t get home until dawn. I spent my time working out and reading, my favorite pastimes.
In the spring, I began running in the school track meets. Mom and Mr. Hillman came to all the meets to cheer me on. I found out Kelly was involved in the drama club at her school and still with her boyfriend.
It was the first of May when Mom asked me to ask Kelly to her senior prom. She told me her boyfriend broke up with her and she was devastated. When I agreed, Mom hugged me.
“I don’t know how to dance,” I said. “I’ll take Kelly, but I don’t think she’ll have a good time. Besides, how do you know she’ll go with me?”
“I don’t, but I would appreciate it if you’d ask her though.”
I called Kelly to ask her to the prom. I didn’t say anything about her boyfriend or ask what happened. When I asked if she would allow me to accompany her to the prom, she said yes without hesitation.
Mom enrolled me in a dance class. I went three times a week, learning to waltz, foxtrot, tango, and do some of the latest steps. By the time the prom rolled around, I felt like I wouldn’t embarrass either of us.