Weekend at the Cabin
Copyright© 2021 by cv andrews
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Tim and I were driving up to enjoy a long weekend, just the two of us, at a buddy's cabin - a "boys' weekend," if you get my meaning – when a strange young girl manages to invite herself along (much to Tim's displeasure). She quickly figures out that Tim and I "do queer stuff' – and she wants to help!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter Grand Parent InLaws Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Fisting Food Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports
“Do you do queer stuff?”
“ ... like, do you put each other’s cocks in your mouths and swallow each other’s cum and stuff like that?”
And when Tim answered her, “Yeah, we do,” and then added, “ ... and other stuff, too,” that’s when she asked,
“When you do queer stuff – can I watch?
“And maybe help?”
That took us completely by surprise, too. I mean, considering the situation, if – and by “if,” I mean when – Tim and I do something, she’d be right there. I mean, even if she stayed in “her” room, there’s no door, so everything that goes on in the main room would be open and visible to her.
Also, Tim and I have never had anyone watch us when we do “stuff.” It’s not that we’re shy or trying to hide it − it’s just that there’s never been anyone else around when we...
Well, it looked like that was going to change this weekend. And, to my surprise, I felt myself getting excited at the thought of it.
I looked at Tim, then looked around the room and said, “It looks like if we do anything there’s no way you can’t see us doing it, so, I guess ... yeah.”
Then she thought some more. “When you do queer stuff – can I help?”
That one hit me by surprise, too. I mean, how does someone “help” two guys do “queer stuff?” Well, if we’re motivated, I’m sure Tim and I could figure something out.
But then I decided to tease her a bit. “If you help us, it won’t strictly be queer stuff, will it?”
That stopped her. She rolled that thought around in her head a little, then recovered. “But I can still help, right?” Atta girl! – gotta love the spirit!
Tim was getting a concerned – and somewhat peeved – expression on his fact. “Chase, can we talk a minute?”
“You guys wanna talk, I can go in th’ other room if ya’ want?”
I was surprised that she had picked up on the sudden tension. Also, I was pleased – impressed – that she had been so quick to offer to leave us alone.
As soon as she was out of the room, Tim revealed his frustration. “What the hell, man? I thought we were going to have a weekend just for us – the first one in a long time. And instead we end up with this strange girl along. I don’t know what we were thinking, but now we’re stuck with her.”
I could tell that this was what was on his mind – that the presence of this “strange girl” – Tanya – would “queer” our queer weekend.
“I know what you’re saying, man, but y’know, I don’t think she’ll be a problem. It doesn’t sound like she has any problem with what we do. There’s another thing, too. You know we’ve never had anyone watch us, and we’ve talked about it and how it might be exciting to have someone watching us. In fact, having her here might open up some other possibilities...,” and I left that thought kind of open-ended.
Tim, as usual, heard me out, then seemed to think it over.
“And besides, think of it this way – now we have three more holes for the weekend.”
Tim raised his eyebrows, like he was mulling over the inescapable logic of my arithmetic. His negative view of the situation seemed to lift somewhat.
“Okay – let’s see what happens.” Then he turned toward the opening to the bedroom. “T, you can come out here now.” I was surprised at how he gently reassured her. “Thanks for giving Chase and me time to talk. Everything’s fine.”
And in her direct, uncomplicated manner that we were still trying to get used to, she asked, “So, are ya gonna do stuff?”
Tim and I looked at each other. We’d unwound from the trip, eaten, dinner had settled, we had a nice fire going in the fireplace, it wasn’t too late and we weren’t tired, so...
I said, “I think now would be a fine time to do stuff, don’t you, Tim?” He stood up, I walked the few steps over to where he was standing and, as we have so often done, I kissed him. We put our arms around each other, gently, and kissed.
Tim has the most marvelously soft lips. I don’t mean “soft” as in soft − more like firm-but-tender. And like we usually do, we nibbled at each other’s lips a little – no tongue − not yet, at least. I thought of Tanya. I looked over and saw that she was just standing there, across the room, but watching, watching us kiss. She seemed almost hypnotized, like she had never seen anything like this before. Then I realized – of course she hadn’t.
I reached down between us to feel between Tim’s legs, to see if he was responding to our kisses, and I felt the thickening as his cock began swelling to fill the crotch of his jeans. He, in turn, reached down and found that my cock was thickening, too, and we massaged each other through our pants.
Then I remembered Tanya. I turned my body, just a little, so that she could see what was going on between us. Her eyes immediately went to our midsections and below, and I don’t know if she even thought about it, but she sat down on the chair, almost hypnotized by what she was seeing.
I looked in Tim’s eyes, like “Now?” He returned the look. “Now.” I stepped back about half a step, looked down, then began unbuckling his jeans belt. When I got it unbuckled, I undid the button, grasped the zipper tab, and pulled down the zipper. We let his pants fall down of their own weight ‘til they were bunched at his ankles, leaving him standing there, naked from the waist down (he usually avoids wearing underwear if he can) – and with his dick going from “swollen” to “hard.”
As I – and we – have done so often, I got on my knees and took his hard cock between my thumb and forefinger and held it in place while I put my lips on, then around, the circumcised tip. I licked around and probed the little hole with my tongue, then put my lips around him again and took more – maybe three inches or so – into my mouth.
I turned slightly, so I could look at Tanya. She was obviously being affected by watching us do our thing. One of her hands was gently squeezing a breast while the other was pressed between the legs of her Bermuda shorts. She didn’t look like she was even aware of what her hands were doing.
I said, “Do you really want to help us – to do queer stuff?” She didn’t seem to even hear my words, so I repeated myself. “Do you want to help us now?”
She kind of woke up from her – from whatever state she was in – and said, almost too softly for us to hear, “Yes.” Still wondering what to do, she added, “How?”
I had thought about this. “Come over here and help me with Tim’s beautiful cock.”
She stood up from the chair, but then she didn’t move, like she was trying to decide something.
“Should I get undressed?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
She thought for a few seconds, then grabbed the hem of her tee-shirt and pulled it up over her head. And that’s the first look Tim and I got at the more “personal” parts of her body.
And there wasn’t much to see. The pale complexion we had first seen continued with her chest and her stomach. Her breasts were cone-shaped − and no, I don’t know how to describe the size of cones – and they were, if anything, even more pale than the rest of her. I guess she didn’t do a lot of tanning, living in a backwoods general store.
She came over to us. “What do I do?”
“Well, I guess the first thing would be to kneel down by me. So we’re together,” I added, “and you can take Tim’s cock in your fingers – like I did.”
She looked toward Tim’s cock, then back at me, like, “It’s alright?” I nodded, go ahead. She put her hand out, fingers open, and touched – and I mean, just touched – Tim’s cock, which was beginning to lose some of its previously-magnificent hardness. I smiled in encouragement. “Go ahead – you’re doing fine.”
She closed her finger and thumb on Tim’s cock, just enough to hold it steady and in place, and after a few seconds of her holding it I put my mouth back on his and resumed my efforts to make him feel good.
After a minute or so I gently moved Tanya’s fingers just a little farther up Tim’s cock, toward the base, so I could get more of him into my mouth. He sighed when I did this. I shifted my eyes toward Tanya and opened them wider, like, “See, he likes what I’m doing – what we’re doing?”
I kept this up a little longer, to please Tim, of course, but also, to give Tanya some demonstration of things a mouth can do with a nice hard cock. I hoped she was following the lesson.
I felt it was time. I backed off of Tim’s cock and turned to T. “Do you want to help some more?”
She hesitated briefly, then nodded. “Yes.” It looked like her hesitancy was more like “Is it OK?” than from any reluctance on her part. I scooted over and motioned for her to get in my place, then said, “Now – put your mouth – just on the tip, like I did when I started.”
This she did without any hesitation. And then she just stopped there, like she didn’t know what else to do.
“Have you ever had a boy’s cock in your mouth before?”
She hesitated for a moment, then replied, “Not really.”
How can you “not really” have a cock in your mouth?
“But you have, sorta – right?”
“Yeah, sorta.” We waited. “My Grandpa.”
What? The old perv was making his granddaughter to give him head?
But she went on. “I wanted to make him feel good. He’s really nice to me, and he works so hard to take care of us, and I love him, and I wanted to make him feel good, so I...”
I got the picture. These two simple people, living alone, having just the two of them to take care of each other, and the young granddaughter just wanting to make her lonely Grandpa feel good I understood. Also, I realized that this plain girl might be a lot more complex than she first comes across.
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