I was invited to this girl's family cabin for the Christmas holiday since I was not from the country and had no family around; her parents agreed to put me up for the weekend. Now this was a very nice cabin; it was a five bedroom, two bathrooms, and a two floor complex with red oak bark covering the outside and insulated walls on the inside. The girl's mother made the cabin smell of roasted apples with cinnamon pie fresh out of the oven. Her father had made a homely set up by the fire place, with the cliché two chairs and round mat in the middle. There was a radio and small television in the other room. I had never seen such a more welcoming place before, it was like magic. Now, the girl that invited me was from my campus, I was studying abroad and she took an interest to me. We started seeing each other more and more frequently as the days went on, and I was pretty sure she wanted to have a more intense relationship. I was uncertain about going with her with her family but like I said earlier, I had nowhere to go. So I drove with her the distance to her sister's place; we then flew out to their parent's cabin.
When I got out of the taxi the father approached me, he put his large hands out in the air and I shook it. "So you're the one we have heard so little about. My name is-" he went on with a generic introduction about his wife and his son. I met everyone and we went inside, I expected either the brother or the father to grill me for the weekend but after they introduced themselves, the girl's brother and father were chill; at least they didn't say much. Surprisingly I got a lot of backlash from the mother and sister.
"So what do you do?" the mother asked. I would reply with an answer and she always came back with another question like, "why do you say that?" or "do you think that is best." I was feeling uncomfortable talking to her about all of my back-story. The sister was worse, because she tried to seem like she was generally interested in what I had to say but kept going back to the same theme.
"So....how long have you known my sister," she would start.
"Just for a few months now, I'm studying abroad," I would answer. It was a constant back and forth battle between the mother, sister, and I. The girl, my friend, didn't even help, she was laughing with her brother and she was garrulous around her father. The family dynamics switched when it was time to make dinner. That was my place to shine, my family had three chefs on my father's side and they would never stop talking about food this and food that; I picked up so many skills along the way I probably could have started my own restaurant. I insisted on making something for the family in compensation for allowing me to accompany them; the mother and father were excited, the brother seemed reluctant and the sister and my friend were off frolicking upstairs (I suspected the girl talk).
The family had a great variety of meats, vegetables and fruit all stocked in their tidy places with labels on the cabinets and drawers. I had marinated and roasted a glazed turkey with paprika and thyme and my own concoction of cinnamon & red cooking wine mixture. I had made a complementary stuffing dome, topped with garnish; next to the stuffing was the honey dipped worstenbroodje hors d'oeuvres. I made a platter of spiced apples and fresh grape juice. I placed the gravy in a bowl of bread and made almond green beans. When the family saw the food I saw their eyes glistening like the turkey they were going to devour. We talked about Christmas traditions at the table and how my culture celebrated differently from their country.
It was a little past midnight. The father set the fire for the night to slowly die out while everyone got ready for bed.
"This will be your room," the mother pointed towards a guest room on the first floor, with a queen bed and extra blankets. I pointed that way, she said, "my husband and I have the room above you, everyone else will have their own rooms." I felt that she was warning me off of any foolish ideas I might have had about her daughter that night. I thanked her and headed to my room. I could hear the others walking about upstairs. The brother's room was right by the stairs, next was the sister, my friend, and then her parents.
When I went to my room I noticed it had double doors, one led to the kitchen with the fire place the other led to the dinner table first then to the bathroom then past the kitchen to the fireplace where the bottom of the stairs started. This made me uneasy at first since I had always had a fear of the night or someone coming into my room and taking my life; therefore, I always sleep where I can see the door and wake up if I hear someone coming. It was going to be a long weekend I thought. I slipped my shoes off, dropped my pants, went under the covers and dozed off.
There was a noise. I could hear a creek at my door. My heart began to race; I had to remember where I was and what I was doing. I called out, "hello?" I lifted my head to see if anyone was there; "who is it?" I asked. "What do you want, hello?" The door opened up some more. I didn't like that I couldn't get a response from anyone so I sat up on my bed. I wouldn't have be able to see anything if it wasn't for the kitchen light illuminating through the bottom of the left door. I raised my voice this time demanding I know who it was.
"Be quiet," I heard. "Do you want me to get in trouble?" It was my friend, she popped her head out after creaking the door open some more. I asked her what she was doing in my room and she smiled at me. "I know you didn't think I invited you all the way here just to be friends. I know you are dumb, I didn't know you were stupid." she walked slowly to the foot of my bed.
"I'm sorry? You know where I come from people don't sneak in other people's rooms in the night without telling the person," I scowled.
"Fine," she said turning towards the door slowly, "if you want me to go I'll go." She started walking forward.
I shook my head at her, "no wait, I didn't mean that you just freaked me out is all." She swayed her head to the side like a puppy and pursed her lips in the air.
"You poor baby," she said. "Did I scare you," her voice was in the baby whining voice parent do for their new born kid. I couldn't help but to laugh, there she was mocking me in her parents' cabin and all I could think of was her in her pink tank top and black spandex with her hair down. She came closer to my bed, next to me. She whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to make you feel better?" But, before I could answer she started sucking slowly on my ear. She nibbled with her teeth and licked with the tip of her tongue ever so slightly teasing my skin. I slid my hands through her hair and wrapped around her ear. I could feel her arms hug around my head as she continued to explore my ear and neck with her soft lips and tongue.
