This is the first of three stories that I wrote just to try my hand at something. Each story is called The Cabin and each starts with the same scene:
Two people Marti and Max are driving in an SUV on a rough road to a cabin where they will spend a few weeks vacationing.
In each story the characters are related in different ways. The scene of the two people in SUV was the scene that first got me interested in writing the story. I did not know the relationship between the characters and after several attempts to get the story going I wrote three different Chapter 1s. I had intended to keep one and discard the others but could not decide which one to keep. I decided to try to develop each story for a few more chapters and see which one appealed to me the most. After a while I just decided to finish them all. I hope you like them.
Story 1 - Max (Brother) and Marti (Sister)
Story 2 - Max (Father) and Marti (Daughter) (and more)
Story 3 - Max (Nephew) and Marti (Aunt) (and more)
The road was even worse than I remembered. It was one switchback after another as my sister and I drove up the mountain to our parents cabin. The road was almost washed out in places. The tree branches were so close that that at times the windshield was totally blocked by leaves as we drove through them. It looked like no one had driven down the road in years.
I glanced at Marti. I felt my face flush at the thought of what I had done to her last night.
Marti and I had been close as long as I could remember. I took care of her while I was in junior high and high school. My parents and Marti and I had come up to this cabin for summer vacations every year while I was still living at home. Usually Marti and I drove up the week before our parents to open up the cabin and clean it out. That week we spent alone cleaning the cabin, fishing, swimming, and sunning ourselves was often the best part of the vacation. The last time we had been up here was the summer after I graduated from high school.
Marti turned twelve while we were up here alone for that week. I surprised her by giving her a real string bikini. It turned out to be too way big for her. She had worn it any way. The suit was always in imminent danger of falling down to expose a butt cheek or a breast. Neither of those parts of her body was developed enough to merit a second look anyway but I did find it a little stimulating watching her try to keep that suit on. I had begun to find myself thinking about removing the bikini so that I could get a closer look at her breasts and crotch. I had some distinctly unbrotherly feelings about Marti. I didn't act on those feelings but I spent a lot of time watching and fantasizing.
After vacation I had immediately gone off to college to acquire a Civil Engineering degree. I spent summers interning for an Engineering company so I had not been able to return home for summer vacation. Marti hadn't been able to come to my graduation from college and I left the next day for a job in Africa so we didn't see each other that time either. I had worked sixty-hour weeks on one project after another for the same company for the next three years. When I received the announcement about Marti's high school graduation I decided enough was enough. I told the company I was going home for the summer. If I had a job at the end of August I would be back then. If not they could forward my remaining pay to my parent's house and they would see that I got it.
I had arrived back home just in time to go to the graduation exercises with the family. Marti and I sat in the back seat on the way to the high school. She sat much closer than necessary. She held my arm so close that I could feel her breast pressed against my bicep. She talked non-stop about anything and everything all the way to the school for the graduation exercises. Graduation was just as boring as when I went through it. It seemed to take hours for all those teens to walk across the stage to get a piece of paper.
After graduation, Marti invited me to come to a party at a friend's house. I declined at first but gave in after fifteen minutes of pleading. I figured I would hang around the party until Marti found another guy to hang out with and then call a cab. I could also get a look at some of her female classmates and if things clicked, maybe spend the night with someone.
The party was a classic graduation party. Too many boys were getting drunk on too much cheap beer. Too many girls were getting way too drunk on much less beer. I chatted with some of them but Marti kept running interference. She kept dragging me from one group of people to another and introducing me to her friends. Just as I would start to talk to a girl she would drag me to another group.
She never left my side except to use the john. She clung to my arm more and more as she drank. She kept pressing her breast into my arm. I was starting to find it a little arousing. Finally she came back from one bathroom break just as I was starting to get somewhere with a braless cheerleader. I was salivating at the thought of wrapping my lips around Miss Pompom's perky nipples and suckling like a starving infant. Marti draped herself on my arm with a death grip. When I moved my arm I discovered Marti had removed her bra while she was in the toilet. I could feel her erect nipple through the thin material of her blouse. It left a trail of burning flesh as it brushed along my upper arm.
Marti was also getting too wobbly to stand up. I put my arm around her waist to keep her from falling down.
I looked at Miss Pompom with lust and disappointment. "I think I'd better get Marti home," I said resignedly to Miss Pompom and her stiff little nipples. I could almost cry with the loss.
One of Marti's breasts popped out of her blouse as I was pouring her into the car. I covered it up and then opened her purse to see if she had at least had the sense to keep her bra with her after taking it off. It was in there all right. It was wrapped around her panties. At least I assumed the panties in her purse belonged to her. The lace pattern matched the pattern of the bra. I imagined several scenarios where two girls would go into a bathroom to remove their underclothes and exchange them with each other and then put the exchanged undergarments into their purses. I stayed with the simpler solution. I thought about putting my hand up Marti's skirt to see if she was wearing panties. I discarded that idea quickly.
Halfway home Marti started to moan. I recognized the signs and pulled off into a parking lot. I barely got her out of the car before she started heaving. I held her head and waist as she emptied out her stomach. When she was done she resumed her death grip on my arm. She mumbled and moaned. She clutched my arm to her chest as she kissed my hand. I couldn't understand anything she was saying. She finally calmed down and held my arm to her chest in such a way that my palm cupped her breast. I was horny after getting my hopes up with Miss Perky Nipples so I enjoyed the sensation of a firm female breast under my hand. Then I shook my head. Not just any female breast. This was my sister's breast. I moved my hand back to her ribcage.
I finally got Marti back in the car. I thought about how to handle things when we got home. I didn't want to put her to bed in her clothes. I considered my options. First option, I could wake up mom and let her put Marti to bed. That idea had several downsides. Mom would see that Marti was too drunk to even walk and she would see that Marti had managed to lose her underwear sometime during the evening. All while being escorted by her big brother. That option didn't make either of us look good. I discarded it.
Second option, I could put Marti to bed in her clothing. That left the possibility of Mom finding Marti in the morning before she got up and dressed. That was almost as bad as the first option.
Third option, I could remove Marti's clothes while she was passed out. Then I could wash the vomit off her face and chest and put her to bed. I could also rinse the puke out of her blouse and let her wake up with a well earned hangover and let her think that she managed all of that herself. There was the danger that Marti would wake up as I was doing all this and assume that I was trying to rape her. That seemed a remote possibility considering her state. There was also the danger that Mom would walk in as I was doing this and make the same assumptions. That also seemed remote. I was sure that I could hear Mom in time to get Marti covered up before it looked like I was molesting my sister. Marti's bedroom was in the basement and our parent's bedroom was on the second floor. The stairs squeaked and I was sure that I could hear them even in the basement.
I went with option three. I got a thrill out of making the decision. I got an erection just thinking about what I was about to do. I wasn't going to molest her. I was just going to put her to bed.
I got Marti downstairs as quietly as I could. She started waking up as we entered her bedroom. I felt the heaves starting again. I got her to the toilet just in time. There wasn't much left in her. She passed out again when she was done. I listened for footsteps on the stairs. There weren't any. I tried to wake Marti. She stubbornly refused to wake up. I got to work cleaning her up as we sat on the bathroom floor. My back was against a wall and I had Marti sitting on the floor between my legs with her back to me.
.... There is more of this story ...