Author's Note #1 -- The following story is an actual fantasy of mine based on real events. Similar to my previous story about my mother-in-law, the characters in the story are based on my wife's actual family, and they are described and presented almost exactly how they are in real life. As they say, "write what you know," right? ;)
Author's Note #2 -- Not too far into this story, there is a conversation between three women. This is based on an actual conversation that I had the (mis?)fortune of being around for. As well, there is a video mentioned in the story, which is also based on a real video. These two things brought to life a new fantasy for me, and now here it is in writing.
Author's Note #3 -- This is also my submission for the 2021 Summer Lovin' contest. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)
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A Week at the Lake Cabin
"Hurry the fuck up, Jordan!" my wife yelled from the bottom of the stairs across the house.
"I'm pushing as best as I can, Melissa!" I yelled back from my porcelain throne. This was the third time I'd been in the bathroom in the last two hours; my body kept reminding me of how nervous I was in the form of shit, despite being in a hurry now. The whole family was packed and ready to go on our first road trip in over two years, because now that the Covid lockdowns had been lifted, everybody in the whole area was ready to go out and see distant family members, just in time for summer.
For me, however, I was especially nervous, as I normally am every time I know I'm going to see my wife's sister, Jessica. God damn how badly I wanted to see her again. I couldn't wait to see her beautiful face, give her a big hug and feel her gigantic natural breasts press up against me. Seeing her is always a great highlight in my life.
When I was finally finished in the bathroom, I wiped my ass, flushed the toilet, and washed my hands thoroughly, which has now become a very common thing since everyone basically had to be taught all over again how to wash their hands. I exited the bathroom and made my way down the hallway, and as I turned the corner, I looked down the stairs and saw my wife standing there, hands on her hips scowling at me. Her blonde ponytail was messier than it was a few minutes ago, like she had been roughing up her hair in frustration. She was wearing a black tank top of her favorite rock band, highlighting her alabaster skin. It loose fitting for the hot weather, displaying her sexy black and grey floral chest tattoo, which merged into her cherry blossom half-sleeves, as well as decent cleavage from her big (but still smaller than her sister's) 38DDs.
"You and your fucking ass are going to make us hit heavy traffic now," she scolded. "I knew we should've gotten up earlier. I knew we sh..."
Blah blah blah nag nag nag.
That's all I could hear anymore at this point. "Whatever, I'm sorry, let's just go," I said. Sometimes I feel like I picked the wrong sister for a number of reasons, but to be honest, Melissa was a good person and a great wife. She's just easily frustrated and impatient, which often sets me off. I put on my shoes, locked the door, and followed Melissa to our still-running SUV, where our six and ten-year-old son and daughter were waiting patiently in the back seat, enjoying the air conditioning and the sounds of whatever was playing in their earbuds.
I hopped into the driver's seat and Melissa got in the passenger seat. I turned to my children to make sure their seatbelts were on, they smiled and gave me a thumbs up, then diverted their attention back to their entertainment devices. I smiled back and began to roll out of the driveway. The kids and I waved goodbye to the neighbor's husky laying down in their yard, enjoying the late morning sun.
As we navigated around our suburban streets, we looked at all the people out enjoying the hot weather. Children playing in yard sprinklers, men and women out jogging, some with their dogs. But as we turned onto a main road, suddenly I was tasked with weaving through the heavy traffic that Melissa warned me about.
"See?" she scolded. "I fucking told you. I knew this was going to happen. I knew th..."
Oh my god... just shut the fuck up,
I thought.
I swear to fucking god I will tie you to a chair and fuck your sister right in front of you.
Thankfully, once we were out of the city and on the long, smooth highway, her nagging stopped. Now we were able to enjoy the ten hour drive to the lake, where I had rented a large cabin there for the week. All I could think about was what Jessica would be wearing. Would she still wear that one piece bathing suit that showed off her massive cleavage? Or did she finally gain more confidence in her body during the pandemic to wear a bikini? My dick started to harden in my pants as I thought about her, and how much I would love to fuck those gorgeous globes of hers, or watch them bounce as she rode on my cock. I reached down to adjust it, and Melissa looked at me.
"Mmmm what are you thinking about?" she smirked, reaching her hand over to my crotch and began caressing my staff.
"Heh, nothing," I laughed and allowed her to continue rubbing my cock over my shorts. I continued to think about Jessica as my cock hardened even more underneath my wife's hand. I thought about the one and only time I ever got to touch her tits over her shirt, one time at a party that we were at together 15 years ago. Melissa smiled as she kept rubbing my solid phallus, but then my son yelled out from behind her that he had to pee.
We continued on down the road, only stopping for bathroom breaks twice and gas once. The signs along the road directed towards Christina Lake, our final destination. I carefully maneuvered the SUV down the small winding roads of the park. I opened up the windows to allow the smells of the lake and trees to fill the vehicle, and slowly drove by families and couples as they walked on the tiny dirt road, enjoying the early evening air.
I navigated down a few forks in the road until we finally arrived at our cabin. It was a large and beautiful two-story log structure that could pass off as a house. Jessica's blue Jetta was already parked in front. The kids cheered with excitement as we approached the glorious building that we were about to spend the next week living in.
The four of us exited the vehicle, and I began taking our luggage out of the back. I heard the front door of the cabin open and looked up to see Jessica leaning against one of the pillars at the top of the small wooden staircase.
"Took you guys long enough," she laughed, her long auburn hair flowed in the small breeze blowing through the trees. Her arms were crossed over her loose pink tank top, showing off her black bra straps and cleavage that could swallow a beer bottle.
"Yeah, we didn't leave as early as we wanted," Melissa said, then glared at me. I rolled my eyes.
Fuck... don't start now.
I set the big adult luggage case on the dirt as the kids grabbed theirs and scampered up the stairs, each giving Jessica a big hug before running inside.
Melissa went up the stairs and gave her sister a hug, and I stared and watched as their large breasts pressed up against each other. I began carrying the heavy luggage up the stairs and when Melissa went inside, I set it down beside the porch swing. Jessica smiled at me and outstretched her arms. It seemed that a combination of the pandemic and being single slightly enlarged her already beautiful curvaceous body, which in turn seemed to also enlarge her chest even more than it already was. I took a very quick glance down into her deep breast chasm and opened my arms up as well and wrapped them around her. I pulled her close and sighed with happiness as I felt her watermelon tits squish up against me. She hugged me tightly back.
"It's been so long," I said, still hugging her, "what a ridiculous couple years this has been."
Jessica released me from her embrace and smiled. "It really has. Come on, I've already got the barbeque ready for you," she said, winking. I picked up the luggage and followed her inside the cabin. Melissa was already busy wrangling our hyperactive son, who was sliding down the banister of the spiral staircase in the foyer, while our daughter sat quietly on the loveseat, playing a game on her tablet.
I made my way up the staircase, and down the hallway towards the bedrooms, rolling the luggage along the hardwood floor. The two doors on the right and the second door on the left were the bedrooms, while the first door on the left was the bathroom, which appeared to already be occupied.
That's odd. I thought everyone was downstairs.
I went past the bathroom and entered the bedroom beside it, tossing the luggage onto the bed. I had just begun unpacking the bag when I heard the toilet flush next door. The bathroom door soon creaked open and I continued unpacking the bag, then I heard a familiar voice.
"Uncle Jordan!"
I looked up from the bag, knowing the voice belonged to Jessica's daughter, Ashley. Expecting to see the same scrawny little adolescent girl that used to babysit my daughter so many years ago, my eyes widened at the sight of a full grown adult woman smiling in the doorway, arm stretched up and grasping the top door jamb. It indeed was Ashley, but certainly not the Ashley I remembered. It had only been two years since I'd seen her, but she had grown at least a foot and was nearly as tall as me now, but that wasn't the part I noticed the most.
Ashley had clearly inherited her mother's most prominent gene over the last couple years, and her bright lime green tank top did a terrible job of hiding this fact. Her soft chestnut hair draped just past her lightly tanned shoulders and caressed her generous cleavage. I noticed a tattoo of a rose on her right thigh just underneath her denim shorts as she dug her toes into the carpet and outstretched her arms.
"Oh my god, Ashley!" I cried, opening up my arms as well. Ashley ran up to me and gave me a big hug. I wrapped my arms around her slender abdomen, and it occurred to me that this was the first time in nearly ten years since I was able to touch my elbows when hugging another adult. "I thought you had gone to Vancouver already," I said.
Ashley let go of me and smiled. "No, my classes don't start until September. I'm staying with mom as long as I can before I have to fend for myself," she laughed.
"Well it's so great to see you," I said. "You've certainly gotten taller since I last saw you." I wasn't going to mention the other part about her that grew substantially.
Ashley smiled again. "Yeah, it was weird. It all happened so fast after 10
th
grade. Mom and I had to go shopping a lot to keep replacing my clothes."
"Ah, the joys of growing up," I chuckled. "Well, you're 18 now, so you should probably be done growing soon." I did everything in my power to keep looking at her young, shimmering green eyes. My eyes darted down ever so slightly, but I managed to only glance at the single freckle underneath her right eye on her otherwise clear-skinned face.
"Yeah, me too," she said. "But I'm gonna head downstairs now. I wanna see the kids." She smiled and added, "I'm looking forward to your burgers," then turned around and left the bedroom.
Holy fucking hell,
