Grandpa Tom's Cabin
Copyright© 2026 by Mr Anton Pipe
Chapter 14
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Alex gets to experience a slice of Rose's home life. Then he, along with Ross and Lynn, get to experience what happens when the Baxters let their hair down for the holidays at Grandpa Tom's retirement palace in the mountains. Lynn learns important lessons about slutting and Rose grows in ways she will only understand later.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Post Apocalypse Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent InLaws Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports
Elb was the gardener and electrician and Lynn had garnered the general impression that he was a very busy man with a dozen ongoing projects. She would ask him politely and see what he said. Batting her eyelashes and waggling her tits would do nothing. Elb was known to be impervious to feminine charms.
Elb grunted and prodded at the air over his industrial looking tab.
“Yous’ll av to get the waters from the lake yous’selves. Is’ll leave a bucket. Them pumps’ll be frozen solid and them’s filters got no thermocoils as I’s borrowed them for the roof now.”
That was how Elb talked, all run together but Lynn gathered that water for the Sauna steam wouldn’t be on tap. They’d have to collect it. Having male lovers was so useful at times.
Ross and Alex togged up and tramped out to the small windowless wooden building with her and Lisa the next day. Lisa was wrapped up like an Inuit in a snow storm. She knew how the Sauna worked or at least how it was supposed to. She got the power on and the heat working before the guys returned with two buckets of snow.
“That’s enough to stop it burning out but we’ll need a half dozen more to get a decent amount of steam in here. A bucket of snow amounts to about half a litre of water at best.”
They shrugged and went back out to get more. Lynn investigated the benches and steam vents and the clever exit ducts that kept the wind out and only let the least damp air escape. Elb, or whoever built this, had known what they were doing.
When they guys returned Lisa had unwrapped herself and they were sat at either end of a bench chatting.
“More guys, more. It’s still too dry and cold,”
Lisa said, as they dumped their buckets. She shivered and cradled her tits as if she was freezing and just accidently offering them her squeezed nipples. They went reluctantly back for one more round and returned with overflowing snow packed buckets. Determined to be done this time.
“In, in and close the door,”
Lisa insisted. She stood and adjusted the steam while Lynn got Ross’ clothes off and tried to warm him up without chilling her own nipples. They were soon cuddled up on the bench. Lisa wrapping Alex’s arms around her and cuddling into him.
The heat built quickly and before they’d really noticed it they were sweating. Lisa showed them how to use the blunt scraper and they took turns scraping one another’s backs and shoulders, legs and arms. Sweat replaced sweat.
“Right that’s the time limit,”
Lisa said,
“Now we all have to step outside, spin around and sing a song, before we can come back in.”
“What song,”
Ross asked?
“I have absolutely no idea,”
Lisa said. For some reason Lynn found that hilarious. There was giggling turned to squealing immediately they were outside and both girls spontaneously grabbed the nearest man and clung on for warmth.
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