Widower descends into love and debauchery with two sets of sisters.
Griff is recovering from a tragedy that took his family and rediscovers love with two sisters and then some.
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Chapter 1: Aftermath
Something had to be done. I needed a change of scenery, a new place, anything to get me out of this funk of sorrow. I kept seeing my wife of twenty years driving with our daughter and getting hit by that detached truck wheel which killed them instantly.
The driver and trucking company were shown to be deficient in safety inspections that were required. It resulted in a large insurance settlement that allowed me to step back from work to settle my affairs.
After dealing with all the arrangements, I found myself alone in a house that was packed with memories that continually made me sad. Work seemed meaningless without family to support. Neighbors and old friends provided some help, but were busy with their own lives. Some wanted to provide more than support, as evidenced by all the casseroles, invites, and finally propositions from female acquaintances. They all fell on deaf ears. I wasn't prepared to start a relationship.
I decided to get out of my small town and head to the family cabin. It was a four-hour drive north, and located in a group of islands at the end of Lake Ontario called the 'Thousand Islands'. I had spent the summers of my youth there. As a family, we had been part of the community for years.
All the cabins were boat-only access. You would think that this would limit the sense of community, but that wasn't the case at all. Families had been going there for generations, and everyone spent time socializing and helping each other out. Having a place on an island made us more social, not less.
We'd bought out my brother a few years back, as he was working abroad and couldn't use the place.
I got there in late June. The water was starting to get warm, and families were starting to filter into their islands.
People think of cabins as great places to relax. They are, but do require significant work every year. The elements take their toll. Wood rots, and the winter ice will ravage your dock.
At first, I just completed the litany of small jobs that were required to open the cabin. I'd always been handy, as I learned it from my dad who'd passed shortly after my mom a few years earlier. It was what inspired me to go into engineering as a profession. Some engineers are useless with practical tools; my upbringing ensured that I was at least reasonably capable.
Doing physical work and solving small issues was a tonic for my soul, and was getting me through the worst of my grief. I contemplated a larger job on the cabin, and decided to tackle enlarging the deck. It would take me about a month to complete and keep my mind occupied.
My office had been enquiring about my return. I told them I was taking at least the summer off. I wasn't sure if I'd have a job to go back to, but I didn't care. The money from the settlement would cover me for the foreseeable future.
Summer residents started arriving and I would then see more boats buzzing past the cabin. Many stopped to offer their condolences.
In early June, Walt, who had a place a few miles away, stopped at my dock. "How is the deck building going?" Walt asked amiably.
"Pretty well, as long as I don't run short of something and have to make the trek to the hardware store," I replied.
Going into town to get anything required a boat ride to the marina and then a drive to the store. It could easily be two to three hours for a round trip, and was a common destroyer of time.
"Always come over to see if I have it," Walt offered kindly. "I've a well-stocked tool shed and would be happy to save you the time."
Walt and I discussed my project further. He had some great practical advice on putting a layer of plastic on the beams to stop water from rotting them out. It was good to talk to a friend about something other than the accident.
"I'm doing a project of my own," Walt mentioned. "I'm replacing some of the wooden face boards that have finally given out to weather. I could use some help in a week in getting them up. They're hard to get level without an experienced set of hands. My daughters are coming up in a few days, but they generally don't concern themselves with maintenance projects."
"No problem," I offered. "It would be good to do a job together and I am in need of some social contact, now that I am up for it."
Walt looked at the ground, and quietly said, "We're all devastated for your loss. I'm glad this place is working to help heal you."
"It's helping to be here, being around people who genuinely care," I said, as I put my hand on his shoulder to acknowledge the sentiment.
Chapter 2: Sisters
A week had passed, and I headed to Walt's place to help him with the facia. As I pulled up to his dock in my 'tin can' boat. It was an old aluminum boat with an old fifteen-horsepower outboard on the back. I was greeted by both his daughters, Holly and Hailey.
Holly was in her late thirties, about five years younger than me, and Hailey was thirty. They were both stunning in different ways. I knew Holly from when I was younger. She was tall and lithe with long red hair that was always in a French braid. Her skin was white with a dusting of freckles. She sported yoga attire which showed off her toned body.
Hailey was shorter than her sister, and had long blonde hair that was a loose mess of curls. She was always tanned and tended to wear loose muscle shirts over a bikini, which showed off her round boobs above an equally toned, but slightly curvier body.
Holly had two daughters who were just younger than my daughter had been. She came up to the cabin most summers with them, and was only periodically joined by her husband. I had known her all my life. She had kids earlier than me, but the closeness in age of her daughters meant that we saw a lot of her most summers. Hailey, on the other hand, was the rebel of the two daughters. She was known as more of a free spirit in the community. Various boyfriends appeared and disappeared each year.
They both grabbed the lines from my boat ,and fastened them to iron rings on the dock. I grabbed my tool box and jumped onto the dock. Both women gave me meaningful hugs and expressed their sympathy.
"Walt sent us down to help you," Holly said. "He was feeling a bit winded this morning."
"I can always come back," I offered.
"No, he has been looking forward to this," Hailey said. "He gets tired of just talking to women all day, and we need to hear something else other than all his business stories."
We went up their path to the cabin and found Walt pulling off the rotten boards from the front of his cabin. Their cabin was much larger than mine, and featured an incredible view of other islands and the sunset. His family had been here for generations, and they had a grand old place.
We quickly got to work helping Walt. Holly and Hailey proved to be very helpful and were quite capable on the work site, which didn't fit with Walt's assessment of them earlier that week.
We finished the tear down of the old boards and then sealed up the wall with that paper that protects buildings. We were running out of light when Walt called it quits, and demanded that I stay for dinner, which Holly had prepared.
Over dinner, I got updates from both girls.
"Is Mike making it up here this summer?" I enquired.
