My wife, Cathy, and I have been married for a few years now, and I've always gotten along well with her side of the family. My side, notsomuch, but that's a different story. Hers is a family that sticks together, no matter what, and loyalty is a big deal to them. As I came to learn, it's a huge thing.
Cathy's dad was one of those guys who went out for a pack of smokes and never came back, leaving her mom, Karen, to raise the children on her own. At 25, Karen had three young daughters, no income, no husband, and since the only place her ex had been able to get a job was in Montana, they moved away from any safety net their families could have provided, which wasn't much to begin with. Karen's parents were both drunks and her ex's parents wouldn't speak to her, blaming her for ruining their son's life. Once she accepted that her ex wasn't coming back, she went out and got a job, made arrangements to pay the rent, and they got on with their lives. I'm sure there were some tears in the beginning, but Karen is a tough old bird and she managed to raise my Cathy and her sisters to be strong, independent women.
After five years of marriage, Cathy and I managed to save up enough to put down a deposit to buy a small cottage on the lake, and we made plans to spend July there with her family. It's a tiny cottage, but they're used to living in cramped quarters and I figured I'd be fine, too. I was wrong.
We took possession of the property and arrived at the cabin a few days before everyone else so we could clean it up and make it as livable as possible. The cabin has two bedrooms, a bathroom, living area, and kitchen. One of the bedrooms has bunkbeds, and the other has just enough room for a queen-sized bed. It's a tight fit, but it's a pretty comfy bed. This was one of the few things we splurged on for the cabin - money well spent.
There was a ton of work to do to get the cabin livable before her family arrived, and we went to bed exhausted each night. I'd hoped to christen each and every room with Cathy while we had the cabin to ourselves. My wife is gorgeous and she's the most adventurous sexual partner I've ever had, but by the time we made it to bed each night, we were too tired to play. I figured we'd have time to sneak in a bit of fun once everyone was settled in. We could play quiet if needed, but that's not how things worked out.
The girls arrived en masse on Friday night, as the little Camry bounced down the rutted driveway. Tanya was at the wheel, with Karen as the co-pilot. They were three hours late, so they either left late or got lost on route, and as this was my wife's family, it was probably both. They're a gorgeous and talented group, but punctuality and sense of direction are not abundant gifts on their side. Katrina was waving from the back of the car, and once it finally rattled to a stop, everyone got out to say their hellos.
While they may not have strong navigation skills, they certainly have fine genetics. Tanya got out first, sprinting across the yard to give Cathy a hug. She was wearing a sleeveless grey t-shirt and denim shorts, and apparently no bra to restrain her perky breasts. She scooped up my wife and they danced their sisterly greeting, while Karen and Kat got out of the car. Kat was the youngest, typically more posh than her free-spirited sister, and was wearing a flowing black skirt with a white, sleeveless blouse. Her fine blonde hair was done up, a stark contrast from Tanya's free flowing locks, and while she wasn't heavily made up, her naturally pretty face had been perfectly highlighted by Maybelline. The difference in the girls' personalities was obvious through their choice of clothing: Tanya is an easy-going, talented writer, and Katrina is making a name for herself in fashion, despite being barely 23.
Karen shared the same golden hair as her daughters, with wisps of grey that turned to silver when the light caught them. She'd turned 45 earlier this year, but looked more like an older sister to the three girls than their mom. She wore a loose-fitting t-shirt with a pair of tailored shorts that showed off her excellent legs and surprisingly tight ass.
I realized then that I was going to be trapped in a tiny cabin with four of the hottest women in all of Montana, for an entire month. It was going to be a hard month, but I was sure I could handle it. Nope.
After everyone had said hello, I got the bags out of the car and moved everyone into the cabin. The girls were staying in the bunks in the second bedroom, and Karen took the pullout couch in the living room. Like I said, it was tight quarters, but we had the an acre of open property and a crystal-clear lake to play in, so I was confident we'd enjoy ourselves for the month. What I hadn't planned for was the lack of privacy.
