Brad Clark pulled into his driveway at four o'clock on Thursday afternoon. He and his wife were going up north to close the family cabin for the season. The cabin had been in the family for many years, handed down from Brad's grandparents to his parents and now to him and his younger sister.
Brad and his wife Lisa were meeting his sister Wendy, and her husband Kevin. The four of them would make the journey together. They planned the trip weeks ago and Brad was looking forward to spending the extended weekend with his sister and her husband.
Lisa and Brad met in high school. They dated through their senior year, falling in love with each other. While they were dating, Lisa introduced her brother to Brad's younger sister at a family party. They began dating and became a couple.
In the second year of his carpenter apprenticeship, Brad married Lisa. Two years later, their siblings married each other. Since then, the two couples spent a lot of time together. All four of them enjoyed the other's company and seldom argued.
"Hi, Lisa, I'm home, Honey," Brad yelled as he walked into the house. He went to the bedroom when he didn't find his wife in the kitchen or living room of their small ranch house.
"Lisa, why are you dressed for work? We have to pick up your brother and my sister in half hour," Brad said.
"Hi, Sweetie. They called me into the hospital. One of the nurses had an accident and I have to work all weekend. You'll have to go without me this time," Lisa said as she attached her name badge to her white uniform. "I'm really sorry. I'm going to miss going. It's always so pretty at the cabin this time of year."
"Christ, couldn't they get anyone else to fill in? We planned this trip weeks ago." Brad sat on the edge of the bed.
"I know. I'm so disappointed. I wish I didn't have to work, but you know I don't have enough seniority to bump anyone."
"I'll call Wendy and Kevin. Maybe we can do it next weekend so we can all go," Brad told his wife.
"That would be wonderful except I'm scheduled next weekend too," Lisa reminded him.
Brad nodded. He didn't want to leave his wife home, but if he didn't close the cabin for the winter this weekend, it may be a few weeks before he would be able to winterize it. The closer to November it became the greater risk of the pipes freezing.
"Please don't be angry with me. I can't help it," Lisa said as she gave her husband a hug. "You'll have a good time with Wendy and Kevin. Tell them I miss them," Lisa said and then she kissed Brad.
"This really sucks, Lisa. I want you to call in and tell them you can't work," Brad was becoming upset. He held his five foot five wife against his body, feeling her small breasts press into his chest. Brad stood six one and was able to rest his chin on top of her head.
"I can't, Brad. I have to work this weekend. I may have to work doubles," Lisa said. She rose up, kissed him and smiled. "I promise I'll make it up to you, Baby."
Feeling upset with his wife, he told her goodbye. Brad grabbed his suitcase and left for his sister and brother in law's house. After tossing his suitcase into the trunk of his car, he drove the half mile to his sister's house. Brad didn't see Kevin's truck parked in the driveway and wondered why.
Brad walked in the front door of the house and saw his sister sitting on the couch with her suitcase near her. When Wendy saw her brother, she got up and grabbed her bag.
"Let's go, Brad. Kevin isn't going with us this trip. He called a few minutes ago to tell me he had to work all weekend. Something about finishing a house he's been working on," Wendy said with a huff. Kevin was a carpenter and often worked weekends.
When Brad furrowed his brow, Wendy said, "What's the matter?"
"Lisa was called into the hospital. She can't go either," Brad said.
"I don't care. Let's go, we can close the cabin and come home early. This is supposed to be a great weekend. Warm days and cool nights," Wendy said as she scrawled a note for her husband.
"Um, aren't you going to change your clothes?" Brad asked.
"Why, what's wrong with what I'm wearing? I haven't changed since I got home from work a few minutes ago. I can change when we get to the cabin."
Brad looked at his sister's pleated skirt and white blouse. Shrugging his shoulders, he picked up Wendy's suitcase. She locked the house as Brad put the bag in the trunk.
Wendy and Brad left for the interstate facing a two and a half hour trip. While Brad drove, his sister sat in silence. She stared out the side window, fuming because her husband had to work. An hour into the drive, Brad asked Wendy if she was hungry. She said she was so he pulled off the highway.
"Is everything okay, Wendy? You haven't said three words since we left your house," Brad said.
"I'm sorry. I'll try to be better company. I'm just upset with Kevin. He knew how much I was looking forward to this trip. Because of his job we've only been up north twice this year," Wendy said.
"Lisa and I have been up there a few times, but she's been putting in a lot of hours too," Brad said.
Brad and Wendy finished their meal. They left the restaurant and headed for the cabin. Before they arrived, Brad stopped at a small grocery store to pick up the food he and his sister would need for the weekend. Brad pushed the cart up and down the aisles and Wendy put food in it. When they reached the beverage aisle, Wendy added several bottles of wine and two bottles of booze.
They arrived at the secluded cabin and Brad and Wendy carried the food and bags inside. Brad started the hot water heater and furnace while his sister put the food away.
Brad started a fire in the fireplace and settled on the couch. Wendy poured wine for them and joined him. They talked about the tasks they would have to complete before leaving for home. At nine thirty, Brad decided to call his wife to tell her he was sorry for the way he acted.
Wendy told her brother to forget it, but he shook his head. Brad went to the kitchen and dialed the number to the nurses' station at the hospital. After talking to the person that answered the phone for a moment, he slammed down the receiver. Brad dialed home, but didn't receive an answer.
"Something's going on. Lisa isn't scheduled to work like she said she was," Brad said as he picked up his wine and downed the contents of the glass. He went back to the kitchen and picked up a bottle of whiskey. Brad poured some of the amber liquid into a glass and drank it in one gulp. After pouring more into the glass, Brad went outside to stand on the porch.
Wendy walked outside, stood behind her brother, and put her arms around his waist. "I'm sure there's an explanation for this, Brad. Why don't you try calling home again?"
Brad nodded. He went back inside, but instead of calling home, he called a friend that lived across the street from his house. While he was talking, Wendy came into the room. Brad said goodbye and handed the phone to his sister.
"Call your house. I'll bet there's no one home," Brad said.
"How do you know?" Wendy asked.
"Your husband's truck is parked in my driveway. So is Lisa's car. They're at my house," Brad said.
Wendy dialed her house. After holding the phone to her ear for several minutes, she hung up. She took the glass of booze from her brother and drank most of it. Tears ran down her cheeks. Wendy sobbed slightly and handed the empty glass back to Brad.
Brad hugged his sister for a moment. She sniffled and then said, "I'm going to bed." Wendy turned around, leaving her brother standing in the kitchen. Brad was going to have another drink, but decided against it. He knew it wouldn't help to get drunk so he went to bed.
A strange feeling between his legs brought Brad out of his deep slumber. Looking down, he saw his naked sister kneeling between his legs. Wendy bobbed her head up and down on his rigid cock. When she noticed her brother was awake, Wendy moved up and impaled herself on Brad's dick. She felt her pussy stretch to accept his long thick shaft and moaned.
"What are you doing?" Brad asked as he felt his cock enveloped by his sister's warm pussy.
"If my husband can fuck his sister, I can fuck my brother! I'm getting even with that son of a bitch!" Wendy said as she wiggled against Brad.
Wendy moved up and down. She started slowly, but increased her tempo until she slammed herself down on her startled brother. Not knowing what else to do, Brad gripped Wendy's hips. He pushed up, meeting her thrusts with his own. Wendy started to cry but didn't stop fucking Brad. She put her hands on her brother's chest, sobbing as she fucked him. Brad moved his hands to her chest, mauling Wendy's jiggling breasts.
"Pinch my nipples," Wendy begged.
Brad trapped his sister's nipples between his fingers and thumb. He rolled them while applying pressure. Wendy groaned and increased the speed of her pounding. Brad felt his orgasm building. He told Wendy he was going to come, but she didn't stop moving. He started to shoot his semen into her and Wendy slammed her crotch down and screeched. Like her brother, she was lost in a climax.
Wendy fell forward, resting her head on her brother's shoulder, and sobbed softly. Brad rubbed her sweaty back to comfort her. The reality of what they had done began to sink in for Brad. He tried to feel guilty for having sex with his sister, but couldn't. Wendy rolled off her brother. She curled up in a fetal position with her back to Brad. He rolled on his side facing her back and put his arm over her quivering body.
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