Tom bundled up his pack and started to hike back to his cabin. The day was sweltering, easily 100 degrees he guessed. As he passed through the woods, the trees seemed to droop in the heat. But Tom was happy. He loved the outdoors. He could hike these woods for hours. In fact he had hiked the woods for many hours over the course of the summer. Tom had been up in the woods for almost 7 weeks now, making do with very little, and living comfortably in the rustic northwoods environment. Today was the day he was scheduled to head back to civilization, and he knew he would miss the solitude to which he had become accustomed. On his last day in paradise, it would take more than 100 degree weather to keep him from enjoying himself.
Tom bounced easily down a deer path in the woods. To the unaccustomed eye, there was no path at all. But Tom moved through the underbrush easily, weaving through the trees and bushes and adroitly avoiding hazards such as stinging nettles and poison ivy. The day's atmosphere was still and heavy, but Tom was strong enough and had enough energy to move quickly through the heat and humidity, with a smile on his face.
He had spent nearly seven weeks on some untamed land in the northwoods. The property was his family's, but there wasn't much on it. There was an abandoned old farmhouse, but nobody ever even went inside of it these days. It was decrepit and could maybe collapse if disturbed. Tom had been sleeping in a one-room cabin. He had built the cabin with his father several years back. They used wood from the property and built it in the style of settlers. It wasn't the best piece of construction, but for two amateurs it was pretty good, and Tom was proud of it. His extended family often used the property for camping, but this summer, Tom decided to stay for a longer amount of time. He wanted some time away from it all before starting college. So he left his computer, cell phone, and most other trappings of civilization, and took off to the cabin for almost seven weeks. Today was the day he was supposed to be picked up.
As Tom emerged from the woods into the clearing where the cabin was, he saw that his family's red station wagon was already parked nearby. He felt a rather complex bit of emotion wash over him. He had spent nearly two months in solitude, and he really enjoyed it. He wasn't feeling all that eager to get back to the hustle and bustle of social living. On the other hand, he was glad to see his loved ones. It made him feel good to know that they were thinking about him and were there so early in the day, apparently eager to pick him up.
As Tom bounded out of the woods into the sun-drenched clearing, his sister Leah saw him and smiled. She noticed that Tom cut a quite attractive feature. He was wearing shorts, socks and hiking boots. His torso was bare and deeply tanned, as it appeared that he hadn't worn a shirt for most of his stay. Leah marveled at her brother's physique. He looked like an ad in a magazine. He was well-muscled, but not bulky, with the physique of someone who exercised regularly, but did not lift weights.
Leah ran to hug her younger brother. When they met his Jeremiah Johnson beard rubbed roughly against her cheek as he kissed her. He also lifted her up easily and swung her around. In his strong arms, she felt weightless, like it was no effort at all to handle her 120 pounds.
Stepping away from her brother, she could see through his beard, where his boyish smile bared a bright healthy set of teeth.
"Well, Mr. Outdoorsman, turns out the bears didn't eat ya after all."
"Nope. They knew I'd just kill and eat them first!" Tom's voice felt funny in his throat. Still, he playfully snapped his teeth aat his sister, playing like a wild animal.
"Hey, there he is!" Both Leah and Tom turned their heads to see their mother Tess approach. Tom smiled, just as glad to see Tess as he was to see Leah. Leah's gaze, however, darkened a bit, even as she continued to smile.
Tess marveled as she approached. In the glare of the sun, it was as if she had stumbled upon a couple of Greek gods, gathered in an Elysian field. Tom seemed to pulse with raw, natural masculinity, with his sweaty torso, and dirty khaki shorts which he wore sagging on his hips. To her trained eye, it did not appear as if underwear were a valued commodity for her nature-loving son. But next to Tom, was the equally beautiful Leah. On that hot day she wore minimal clothing. Up from her slim torso poked two perky handfuls of breasts. Tracing her curves downwards, Tess took in her daughter's shapely rump, and long, tanned legs. But as Leah turned toward her Tess could read Leah's lively green eyes well enough to know that, as pleased as Leah was to see her brother, she was still pissed off at Tess, and rightly so.
Tess kissed her son on the lips, through his beard, and pulled him hard against her breasts. A jolt of electricity coursed through her body. Her son's altered, rustic appearance made him feel something like a stranger. A spectacularly sexy stranger, that is. Combined with his manly scent and his exposed muscles, his embrace immediately flooded Tess' pussy. Oh, not again, she thought. She had always been very physically sensitive, and easily turned on. As a teenager in the seventies, that made her a very popular girl indeed. But as an adult, and quite recently, it had landed her in some trouble. She chastised herself for getting turned on by her own son, and hoped that her nipples were not poking through her shirt. What would Leah think if she noticed? Getting turned on by her own son? Tess couldn't deny it was happening, but she was desperate to hide it from Leah. Tess was worried that Leah would think her mother was an irredeemable hussy, and they would never repair their relationship.
The three family members walked to Tom's cabin, to "pack" the few amenities that Tom had taken with him to the cabin. Tom led the way, and both women followed behind. Each woman tried not to notice the athletic movements of Tom in front of him. He moved his six foot frame easily, as he took long, smooth paces, balancing each step on the balls of his feet. With each swinging step, the top of his glutes pulsed above his shorts, giving a teasing indication of his hard ass to each of his female family members.
Conversation remained minimal. The women seemed to have yielded to Tom's usual quietude. Tom was glad for the initial lack of chatter. He could be as much of a talker as anyone, but it would take some time to adjust. Out here, in nature, under the oppressive heat, any conversation beyond what was necessary just seemed out of place.
It was true that the heat was one reason for the lack of chatter. Both women were struggling to keep up with Tom's pace. But they were also focusing on suppressing inappropriate sexual thoughts. Neither had succeeded. Leah's nipples were practically on display. She wore a tight cotton tanktop with no bra. Her pink areolas didn't tend to show through the thin material, but now that her nipples were hard, she was regretting her decision to not wear a bra, even despite the heat. Tess was also turned on, but fortunately, she wore a blouse that was made of a sturdier material, which tended to obscure the exact contours of her nipples. Plus, her larger breasts were slightly less sensitive than her daughter's. Nevertheless, both women were doing a poor job of hiding their arousal.
It didn't take long to gather Tom's rudimentary supplies. In the tight confines of the cabin, the three family members could not avoid slightly brushing each other, as they helped gather Tom's stuff. Nobody complained about these touches. But Leah did seem to pay close attention to any contact between Tess and Tom. Tess knew she was on a pretty short leash as far as Leah was concerned.
Soon everything was safely stowed in the trunk of the car.
