Grandpa Tom's Cabin

eal times were organised, sensual, chaos. Quiet hours and study times were contemplative and relaxing. There were times of music in incredible variety and games just seemed to happen when everyone was ready to play. It was like one of Gregg’s schedules but without the tab notifications. Just seeming to happen naturally. The sex in all its variety seemed to work in the same mysterious way. They held one another constantly and kissed so frequently it was almost their default action when they weren’t doing anything else. The whole family talked in touch too which was massively more extensive and complex than the few simple things Rose had taught him. All three women seemed endlessly willing to demonstrate, practice, coach and explain. Always in that order. The source of Rose’s talent for teaching without trying was apparent. In some things they were like grandmother, mother and daughter. Marissa very much the matriarch and yet they could transform into naughty girls, man eating sirens or just total, teenage behaviour, sluts in a moment. Dan and Matt were solid men. The pillars and anchors around which everything flowed. Dan practical and energetic. Always fixing something or breaking something that needed breaking. Matt was a thinker and tinkerer. His workshop a wonderland of technology, both ancient and new including an incredible classic car that actually burned explosive propellent in a massive eight chamber steel engine. Through all this and intertwined with everything was the sex. When everything was foreplay then sex, like everything else, just seemed to happen when it happened and with whoever it happened with. Yet there were rules and it was all a very careful, collaboratively choreographed, dance. Molly’s homecoming fuck after being away for a couple of weeks was with Matt. They didn’t hide it or advertise it. They didn’t tell anyone in advance, they just came together and did it on one of the couches in the den. Later Rose took Dan’s hand and lead him to the wet room. They neither closed themselves in nor invited anyone else. Alex watched because he had said he would and because it was fucking hot. The delicacy and intimacy between a father and a daughter, between friends and lovers. The hot passion of a fuck they had both been looking forward to for weeks. It was beautiful, emotional and extremely erotic. Alex watched and learned as he always did. Took his lessons and applied them. He ended up in Marissa’s bed that night, Dan with Molly downstairs and Rose snuggled against Matt’s greying chest hair in the second bed. The shock was that Marissa neither initiated nor asked for sex. He cuddled her with half an expectation of some ju-jitsu manoeuvre on her part that would have him locked into her pussy and drained to the last drop. She just fell asleep. Consequently the next morning when she asked him to shower with her, his expectations were low. What followed was a crash course in bladder control and wet sex that ended in a standing mutual piss fuck that brought Marissa to orgasm and washed out the load he’d just put inside her. Despite the climax, she instructed him through the clean up, thanked him, kissed him like a lover and got them to breakfast with perfect timing. The scrambled eggs Dan had fixed were still hot. Tomorrow they’d be off to the cabin. Preparations and packing stepped up a gear but the rhythm of life and love continued. Alex considered resisting the inevitability that by tonight he’d have had sex with Rose’s mother. Probably in front of everyone. There was no force directing it to happen. No decision had been made and no one was discernibly plotting for it to happen and yet the pattern of events predicted it. He resisted. Making sure no foreplay or even sexy banter passed between them at breakfast. Then he noticed how easy it was to handle Marissa’s body in the flow of kitchen work to clear up afterwards. They navigated around one another in the small space by the sink with almost constant contact and it was relaxed and happy and satisfying to help a beautiful woman and make her smile. When he helped Rose with her workout it was the same. They were of course as familiar as lovers could be and handling her body was natural, almost automatic. It all became very deliberate when he chose to touch her sexually and she responded in kind. It didn’t progress to sex but it was intimate and effortless. Later they climbed into the large, almost beehive shaped, hanging chair on the porch. The wind had dropped and with nothing but fur slippers on it was remarkably comfortable and refreshing