To isolation on a rainy day, add alcohol and other mind altering substances add sex!
It had been raining for two days. What had started as a family weekend had turned into a landlocked version of Swiss Family Robinson. Like them, we were fully stocked with the necessities of life. In our case that meant steaks, brats, beer, an assortment of alcohol including 5 gallons of an excellent hard cider we had purchased at the local farmer's market.
Our "island" was our A frame set on three wooded acres adjacent to a small lake. The only access to our lake cabin was a cowpath that was laughingly referred to as a road. Tom and I had always planned to improve the road. However, the sense of seclusion it provided encouraged our procrastination.
That seclusion was total now. The road was a muddy impassable track. The yard in front of the cabin was a quagmire. Buried to the axles in the middle of that sea of mud was my brother's minivan. Against my advice, he and his family had attempted to escape our unplanned confinement. His stuck van was the result.
Before Nature intervened, we had planned a family weekend getaway. That we would be me, Jimmy Black, my older brother Tom, his wife of 20 years, Jan and their daughter, Sue. My girlfriend was to have driven up yesterday. However, the roads were flooded.
Now I was getting blind drunk with my brother and sister in law. We were putting a respectable dent in the cider and smoking some doobie. That combination can induce even the most conservative people to test their limits.
Tom was barely coherent; Jan was not in too much better shape but she was holding her own. She was big buxom dishwater blond. At about 5' 8", 190, or so, she was not my idea of a sexy woman. She carried most of her weight in her ass, thighs and tits. Picture a plus size earth mother type and you have Jan.
Sue was a carbon copy of her mom, minus 30 pounds. Into today's parlance, she was curvy. Jan and Tom had taken a liberal; some might say permissive, approach, to raising her. She was allowed to drink and toke, in moderation.
Disturbingly, she sat adjacent to me clad only in one of Tom's XXL tee shirts and maybe panties. She sat crossed legged in the chair. In my inebriated state, I would steal peaks at her full pink thighs. Then I would mentally slap myself for being an old perv.
In a display of alcohol fuelled playfulness, Tom was trying to get Jan to pull her tee shirt up and show her tits. From the way she giggled, it was only a matter of time until she put those massive mammaries on display. I was egging her on by whistling the bump and grind tune that they play for strippers.
Their 18-year-old daughter had become disgusted with our shenanigans and called it a night. I watched her walk the careful walk of one who has had too much to drink. Her unfettered breasts swayed gently as she covered the short distance to the stairs. Her full ass rolled rhythmically as she gripped the handrail firmly and made her way up to her room.
Tom leaned over, grabbed the bottom of Jan's tee shirt, and pulled it up. Jan's big breasts hung heavy on her chest. Her areolas were the size of a small saucer, her nipples like a thumb.
"Look at those hooters, little brother!"
Sue was struggling to pull her shirt down but her coordination was impaired and she was enjoying the attention. I knew her protest were just false modesty.
"Dammit Tom stop!"
My brother hefted a big tit in each hand. He leaned over and licked her nipple. Almost impossibly, it swelled larger.
"See how sensitive these suckers are, bro?"
"Jimmy, make him stop!"
"Hell, I'm enjoying the show!"
"Both of you Black brothers are perverts! My husband is showing off my tits, licking them and his brother is watching and licking his lips! "
I watched with increasing arousal as Tom sucked noisily on her tit. Through partially closed eyes, she made feeble, half-hearted attempts at stopping him. Suddenly she put both hands on his head and forcibly pushed him away.
"Tom, I got to pee!"
"Can we watch?" Tom leered at his wife.
"NO! You sick motherfucker!"
Jan struggled to her feet and grabbed her chair to balance herself. With the false dignity of a drunk, she pulled her shirt down to cover her breasts. As she turned to make the short trip to the bathroom, Tom yanked her sweat shorts down around her hips.
"Look at the ass, lil bro! Don't it make you just want to kiss it?"
Jan waggled her bare ass at us and continued onto the bathroom without pulling them up. I watched her big ass move seductively from side to side. The sex play had gotten me hard. I turned to see my brother watching me looking at his wife's bare ass.
"It fucks as good as it looks," Tom slurred, "she likes for me to smack it hard when we fuck!"
"TMI, Too Much Info, I don't want to hear another story about you fucking your wife. That is unless you are going to let me get some of that fat ass!"
Tom smiled drunkenly as he wagged his finger at me.
"I don't share any of my pussy"
"Any of your pussy" I repeated," What, you got a girlfriend now?"
Tom stood. He balanced himself on the chair.
"Fuck it!" Tom slurred. "I'm going to bed."
Like a billiard ball, he caromed from the chair to couch to the banister. He climbed the stairs, dropping to a knee a few times to recover his balance. I watched as he opened the door to his bedroom and stumbled in.
I was mulling his remark when Jan exited the bathroom.
"Where is Tom?"
"He had his fill and stumbled to bed!"
"I better go check on him."
Again, I had the chance to watch her ass is she climbed the stairs. I noticed that she too had that overly careful drunk walk.
The fact that my brother hinted at having sex outside of marriage was interesting. Our parents were bible thumping holy rollers. Sex was evil and only for procreation. The devil used the female body to lure god-fearing men to Hell ... or so we were told.
The upstairs bedroom door opening and closing drew my attention. Jan had changed into a blue silk robe. It stopped just above her knees and buttoned up the front from knee to neck. She had the top two and bottom three buttons undone. The light at the top of the stairs backlit her; it revealed the outline of her mature body.
As she descended the stairs, I caught glimpses of her mingled grey bush. She missed a step, stumbled, and checked her fall by grabbing the bannister. She over balanced and almost fell over the rail. She awkwardly fell back into a sitting position on the steps. The net effect was her legs spread in front of her giving me a full view of her fur-clad pussy. Her thatch was thick but trimmed with pinkish lips poking through.
"Are you going to help me or ogle my pussy?"
