Chapter 1 -- Morning Surprise
The sound of a shower turning on woke Amber from a dream about a Caribbean cruise from long ago. She opened her eyes just long enough to steal a quick glance at the time. Six-thirty in the morning. The sun would be just starting to rise over Loon Mountain, New Hampshire, lighting the verdant valley and encouraging all the songbirds to call to each other.
It was too early for Amber. She was on vacation and intended to sleep in until at least eight, preferably nine. Brad, on the other hand, had likely already finished his morning run, breakfasted, and was showering before reading one of the several books he brought for the weekend they would be visiting with his cousins on his family's ranch, nestled in the heart of ski country.
Amber closed her eyes, bundled the blankets over her shoulders and rolled to her side. She let the pulsing sound of the water lull her back to sleep. Before she could resume her dream, she felt the sheet lift at the bottom of the bed and a hand begin working its way slowly up her leg. 'Brad must want to get dirty before he showers,' she thought, smiling to herself.
The familiar hand found its way up her calf, glided softly over her knee, and slid under the loose-fitting shorts she wore to bed paired with a comfortable tank top. Amber tilted her hips towards the searching hand just enough to demonstrate interest and felt the rush of blood as fingers began stroking and caressing the treasure they sought. Her heart rate quickened, and her breath became shorter and shallower.
Rolling to her back, she allowed the hand to slide the shorts down her legs, off the ends of her feet, and heard them land softly on the floor. She never once opened her eyes, enjoying the strange mixture of drowsiness and arousal. A second hand joined the first and lifted her right leg off the bed enough for a head to slide underneath. Seconds later, the drowsiness was gone, and her body was electrified as she felt kisses along her inner thigh and the base of her ass cheeks. Finally, after what seemed a torturous several minutes, a tongue was sliding up and down her already slickened labia.
Amber's hands rose involuntarily from under the blankets and pulled the tank top to the middle of her chest, exposing both breasts. She grabbed them, teasing each nipple as she felt one hand slide under her ass, gripping it firmly, while the other began slowly caressing her throbbing clitoris with a thumb. The tongue continued its journey up and down, pausing occasionally to penetrate as deep as it could in her yearning hole.
Unable to further resist, Amber threw the blankets and sheets to the side, dropping them to the floor, giving her the freedom to writhe and arc without encumbrances. Her body was responding in ways it never had. The tongue, the fingers, moved in ways she had never known, and her ecstasy reached a crescendo with such force and speed, a flood rushed from her body and she spasmed, helplessly, unable to resist the will of the dexterous digits.
When the spasm ceased, the kissing resumed, navigating out from under her legs, over the tops of her thighs, across her stomach, brushed briefly over her breasts, and dove urgently into her mouth. She could taste herself on those lips and found a renewed desire burning in her. She wanted to go another round.
Amber reached up and grabbed Brad's head, running her fingers through his hair. It was then she realized, the hair was far too long to be Brad's. Come to think of it, his lips never felt this full. His lips were thin, and hard, like kissing two plastic straws held together.
For the first time since checking the clock, Amber opened her eyes. She was not kissing Brad! In fact, she had no idea whose face she was staring at. She jumped from the bed and quickly lifted the sheets from the floor, covering her exposed body.
"Who are you?", Amber demanded of the thin brunette lying coyishly on her side on the bed, head resting on her arm, with a look of bemusement on her face.
"Chloe," she replied. Chloe began teasing her brown hair, curling it around her fingers.
"What are you doing here?", Amber asked, searching the floor for her shorts. She found them buried underneath the sheets gathered at her feet, and pulled them on.
"I'm Brad's cousin. I'm here for the annual spring gathering, like he is," Chloe said. She stretched her long arms over her head, arching her back.
Amber heard the water shutoff and was immediately concerned.
"You need to get out of here," she insisted., pointing to the open door.
"You mad?", Chloe asked, sounding confused, feigning injury.
Was that an attempt at being coquettish, Amber wondered?
"You didn't seem mad a moment ago," Chloe said, that look of bemusement back on her face.
"I thought you were, him. Brad!" Amber whispered loudly. "You know, the guy in the shower. Your cousin!"
"Brad can't do to you what I just did", Chloe said with far too much confidence for Amber's taste.
"He certainly can," Amber protested, defending her boyfriend. She could tell by Chloe's smirk she didn't believe her. Instead of anger, Amber felt embarrassment. Like something about how she said it, or how she looked saying it, made it obvious to Chloe that Brad had never done that to her. At least, not to that degree.
"What will he say if he finds you in here?", Amber asked, trying to change the subject away from what they'd just done. What Chloe had just done to her.
"'Hi cuz', would be my guess," Chloe said. She spun her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Chloe was at least four inches taller than Amber's five feet, three inches. "I mean, we're just two girls standing here talking to each other. What would you expect him to say?"
"I mean, what if he had found us...before?" Amber clarified, upset Chloe had managed to bring them back to the topic she wanted to avoid.
"'Can I join?', I think." That smirk was back. "Relax. You're Amber, right?"
Chloe took a step towards her with an outstretched hand. Amber reflexively took a step back.
"Okay," Chloe said, lowering her hand and remaining where she stood. "Look, I'm sorry. I arrived late last night. You two were already asleep -- Brad always was the first to knock off. I heard the door close when Brad came back from what I'm sure was his morning run, and I came to say hello."
"That was not 'Hello'!", Amber contested.
"Fair," Chloe replied. "When I peeked in the room -- your door was open, by the way -- and I saw you lying there, blonde hair shining in the morning light, all wrapped up like a burrito, I couldn't help myself. I took a shot."
"Shouldn't I have had a say in that?", Amber demanded.
"You're right," Chloe submitted. "Would you like to do it again?"
Amber was about to reply, though she wasn't sure what her reply would be, when they heard the water stop and the click of a shower door opening. They stood in silence staring at each other, Amber in mild panic, Chloe with excited anticipation, listening to Brad dry off. When the door opened, Brad was stark naked, except for a towel around his head, and he was furiously drying his hair.
"I see you're six pack is gone." Chloe spoke first.
Brad paused drying his hair, pulled the towel to one side, looked quickly from Chloe, to Amber, then back to Chloe.
"Hi cuz!" he said, opening his arms wide and striding towards Chloe. He embraced her with a bear hug, lifting her off her feet.
"It's good to see you, too," Chloe gasped, finding breathing difficult in the tight embrace.
